#I have held a tarantula and will do so again

[imbored1201]

Can I send a request of barca teen reader who is very mischievous and tries to prank everybody

Piggy

Barcelona Femeni x Teen reader

A/N: I though of a situation of pranking someone then causing trouble with another situation👍

Word Count: 1,344

"Give me that." Ingrid snatched away the sharpie you had. "Hey! I'm using that for my notes.

"A sharpie for your notes, really?" She put her hands on her hips and gave you a mom look. You were sitting in the trunk of her car doing the remainder of your 'school work'. At least that's what you told her you were going to do.

"Yes, people do that; you haven't been to school in like 15 years, so you wouldn't know," you shrugged. Ingrid shook her head. "You always complain about the smell of sharpies, and you’re calling me old; this is such an old prank.

She was talking about the sign you had; 'kick me' it read, and it was supposed to go on Patri's back. "So, it will still be funny to see.

You took the paper back, applied tape to it, and shoved all your material back into your bag. "Don't be a snitch," you told Ingrid, and skipped away.

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"Hey, Patri," you said joyfully as you hit her back, applying the note. "You're happier than usual," she said suspiciously. "Of course I am; I'm officially on Christmas break." She smiled at that; now you were off the radar.

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"Ay!" You turned as you heard Patri yell, seeing Claudia there giggling as Patri held her butt. "You said to do it." Patri looked confused at what Claudia said but just went on with training.

It kept happening as training went on. Aitana, Ona, Lucy, Salma, Oshoala, Mapi, Jana, Cata, and Gemma all kicked her.

Ingrid would just shake her head at you when you walked or ran past her. All the older girls, too, knew you were the reason for that sign on Patri's back. Everyone did, but they decided to ignore it and let you have your fun.

It was a harmless prank anyway.

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"Okay, what the heck is going on?!" Patri demanded as she entered the locker room after a long training session. You held a smile as everyone turned to her, confused. You looked down as Alexia gave you a look, and you were surprised she didn't say anything about it.

You were already changed and only waiting on Alexia; you were the first one in the locker room, knowing you would have to make a quick escape.

"Why is everyone kicking me today?" Everyone shrugged at Patri's question; she scowled and got changed.

You stared at her as she took off her shirt. You quickly grabbed your bag, grabbed Alexia's hand, and dragged her outside.

"Y/N!" You heard Patri yell, and you bolted. Alexia sighed as she ran with you, already used to this.

It happened every training, and she just went along with it now since it put you in a good mood instead of a crappy teenager attitude.

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"Are you ready?" Alexia knocked on your door, "wait, I'm packing." "For what? It's just a gathering." You rolled your eyes as you fed Piggy and put her into your bag, leaving it a little bit open.

"Okay, I'm ready." Alexia gave you a look; she knew you were up to something. "Why are you taking a bag?" "I always carry a bag with me," you said.

The team was having a little gathering to celebrate the last game of 2023.

"We're already late because of you; I told you to be ready by 4; it's already 6," she scolded. "I fell asleep; Lucy says I need my rest to grow," you tried defending. "Get in the car."

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When you got to Frido's place, you rushed to find Patri and sat next to her. She gave you a little glare and went back to watching the movie Frido had put on. Everyone else was too busy drinking and talking outside or in the kitchen about the upcoming games.

"Patri," she turned to you, "yes." "Can you help me prank Aitana and Ona?" She smiled a bit; she was happy it wasn't her again.

"What's your idea?" You grabbed your backpack and took out the tiny box. A tiny box that had a tiny spider. The "tiny spider" was a tarantula.

"How the hell do you have that?!" She said in shock, and you shushed her. "Her name is Piggy, and I got her yesterday." Patri looked terrified as she scooted over a little bit.

"Does Alexia know?" You shook your head. "I need to tell her because I need to get Piggy a home." "Then how did you get her?" "Mapi took me; I told her I was getting fish food, and she didn't question why I had a box or if I even had a fish." Patri shook her head.

"You have to promise me you won't prank me anymore for a month," she said, holding out her pinky, and you took the deal.

Patri went up to Aitana and Ona, who were in conversation and drinking together in the kitchen. She grabbed them by their shoulders and dragged them outside.

You followed but got run over by Lucy. You dropped the box, and Piggy automatically crawled away, sick of being in that tiny box. "Jeez, sorry kid." Lucy helped you up. You looked around on the floor, and your heart dropped when you realized you couldn't find Piggy.

"Lucy, Piggy is gone," you said in a panic. "Who's Piggy?" She questioned, but you guys heard a scream. A loud, loud scream. "Shit," you cursed as you ran to the kitchen.

"No!" You yelled, seeing Frido holding a shoe in her hand, ready to destroy Piggy. "Piggy!" You yelled as you ran and picked her up.

"Why do you have a tarantula!?" Keira yelled as she stood on the counter. "I adopted her," you told them, and they both looked at you in shock.

"Alexia let you get a spider?!" Lucy said surprised. Alexia walked in; her eyes widening when she saw what you were holding.

"Where- how did you. You're returning that." She let out a sigh as she shook her head and walked away. "Great, I'm in trouble now. Good going, Lucy," you said, sticking out your tongue at her.

You walked outside, looking sad. "What's wrong, Amiga?" Patri asked, confused. "Alexia said I have to return Piggy." Aitana's jaw dropped as she saw what you had in your hand.

"Nope," she simply said as she went back inside, dragging Ona with her. Patri looked at you and patted your shoulder in sympathy, but quickly backed away when you lifted Piggy up to her.

You had a plan, though, and you knew Alexia would let you keep Piggy.

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For having to return your pet Tarantula you were already attached to, you were quite happy. Alexia was just glad you weren't going to throw a tantrum about it.

She was leaving to pick Olga up from the airport, and you were waiting to put on your class act. "I'll be back in a bit; please don't break anything." You nodded, and she left.

You sat patiently by the door, working up your tears. You rushed to your feet once it opened. Alexia walking in first with Olga's luggage. Then Olga walked in.

"Olga!" You cried out, running straight into her arms. Alexia looked confused on why you were crying. "What happened?" She asked, confused.

"Olga, I got a pet Tarantula, and Alexia is trying to make me take her back," you cried, and Olga glared at Alexia. "Bebe, you can't have a tarantula," Alexia tried explaining.

"Yes, I can! I bought her, and I love her, so she's mine," Alexia groaned as Olga smacked her on the shoulder.

"Okay, you can keep her, but she's your responsibility, and I want you to keep her far away from me." You nodded.

"Okay, now that's sorted, let's go out to eat, yeah?" Olga said as she wiped your tears. You nodded happily and skipped off to your room.

You grinned as you texted Patri the good news and got ready. With the look Olga kept giving Alexia, you knew Alexia was sleeping on the couch tonight.

#woso x reader #woso community #woso fanfics #woso #barcelona femeni x reader #barcelona femeni #alexia putellas #patri guijarro #ingrid engen #ona batlle

[gingernut1314]

Face Your Fears

Luffy x GN!Reader

Summary: Deep in the jungle, you are faced with your biggest fear and your captain is more than happy to help you.

Warnings: fluff, fear of spiders, very mild spoilers for the anime (Alabasta arc to Post-Enies Lobby arc mentioned), use of Y/N

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: This is my first "full-fledged" Luffy fic soooo I hope it turned out okay lol. Regardless, I hope you all enjoy!! 🩷🩷🩷

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You stood deathly still in the middle of the thick, dense jungle. Sweat ran down your skin in pools, the muggy heat doing nothing to help calm you down. Your muscles had grown so taut you feared they might snap under the pressure. Your limbs were frozen in place as you fought against the rising panic in your chest. 

This was a nightmare. Your worst nightmare.

The one thing you feared above everything else. 

And you were stuck--unable to move to free yourself from the situation. 

You whimpered pitifully as your captain came hopping back down from the tree he had climbed, bouncing like some ball as he called your name, arm extended to show off the stick he had found for you to admire.

“This one is so much cooler then the one you found. Usopp is going to be so jealo--why are you all pale?” Luffy asked, titling his strawhat adorned head and blinking his long eyelashes slowly at you as he tried to figure out what was wrong.

Everything was wrong. So, so wrong. 

“H-Help.” Your tightened throat croaked out. “Help me. Please.” Luffy’s easy going nature shifted instantly, steady seriousness filling his dark brown eyes as they scanned the small amount of cleared space you both stood in.

“What’s wrong? Someone here?” 

“Luffy.” You stressed, that nightmare growing closer and closer. He snapped back to you and you found the strength within you to shakily lift your hand to point to your other, already outstretched arm. “Please--get it off.” 

His eyes followed your guidance to find the big, furry spider crawling its way slowly up your arm. One that had some how, thanks your horrible luck, had found its way to land on you. 

But, instead of instantly coming to your rescue, that signature grin of his stretched across his face, bringing attention to the thin scar just under his left eye. 

“Cooool! Where did you find that tarantula?” Luffy asked, coming into your orbit. He took your wrist in his strong, warm hand only so he could observe the creature more closely.

“Get it off!” You panicked, your heart feeling as if it might burst out of your chest. “Please, please, please get it off!” Your panic turned into a near sob of fear, your eyes beginning to sting with it.

“‘Kay.” Luffy shurgged, happily scooping the too-many legged monster off your skin. 

The frozen spell the vile beast had put you under fell away and you scrambled from Luffy, bumping into a nearby tree in your rush. You frantically swiped and scrubbed at your skin to try and get rid of the icky feel of all those furry legs. 

“He’s not bad, Y/N. He’s friendly, see.” Luffy said, bounding back over to you, spider in hand, to show you just how ‘firendly’ it was. 

“NO! Luffy!” You screamed, sprinting away from your captain who continued to happily chase you with it like this was a game, that cackling, mischievous laugh of his never ceasing.

“He’s so tiny and fluffy! He’s not gonna hurt you.” 

“Tiny? Look at it’s fangs!” You screeched as Luffy hopped infront of you again. You were quick to freeze in your place before you could run head first into Luffy and the horrid demon he held. Luffy smiled brightly at you as he raised the spider up all too close to his eyes.  

“You know it would be the coolest if we could have fangs too.” He mused, lightly petting the tarantula who seemed too at ease within Luffy’s hold. “Like….this!” Luffy snapped his head back towards you, both his canine teeth stretched, thanks to his Devil Fruit powers, to resemble that of long, sharp fangs. You huffed in annoyance at him.

“Can you please just--throw it away or something? It’s--I don’t like it.” Luffy gave a loud whine in protest, teeth snapping back to normal.

“But--Y/N, just come look at him. He’s super cute. And you like super cute animals. He’s like Chopper--well…expect he’s not a reindeer and can’t talk.” Luffy said, starting towards you once more. You took a step back with every step he took forward. 

“It sure as hell is nowhere near as cute as Chopper. I don’t want to look at it.” You snapped. 

“He’s more scared of you then you are of him, I swear.” You yelped when your back hit another tree, blocking you from moving any further. Your heart began to race as you spied the demon still resting in Luffy’s plam. 

“Luffy--I’m serious.” 

“And I’m serious too. Can you just look at him? Please? I’ll hold him the whole time.” Luffy begged, thankfully stopping in his journey towards you. You watched him and the monster for a very, very long moment. A moment you took to try and calm your heaving breath. 

“Will it make you quit bugging me with that--thing, if I do?” Luffy nodded rapidly, his smiling growing ever the more wide. “Don’t you dare more or I swear I’ll kill you.”

“Still as a statue.” Luffy said, making a show of freezing up his body. You approached him as slow as a snail, your breath becoming heavy and short all over again. 

“It’s okay. You know I won’t let anything happen to you.” Luffy smoothed as you came to a stop a few inches before him. His words helped steady your breathing, but made your heart pitter-patter in a different rhythm then that of fear or panic. 

A rhythm your heart had been beating for your captain for a long, long time now. Ever since he had dragged you from your little back water home and took you on all the adventures you had ever dreamed of. 

From wicked, hook-wielding Warlords, islands in the sky full of angels, strange games amongst enemy pirates, to islands flooded with water, and the start of new friendships--that rhythm had been there, sounding only for him. For the man who was making your dreams become a reality and whose kind and warm, yet strong nature pushed you to grow more then you could have ever thought possible.

And here he was again, pushing you to over come this seemingly silly fear of yours in such a--loving and caring way that just made that rhythm beat all the more fast.

“Its…” It was ugly. It was just as horrible to look at in Luffy hand as it was on your arm…but it was fluffy…and you did enjoy a good fluffy animal. “It looks like he’s wearing orange socks.” You observed, glancing up at Luffy whose smile was brighter then the sun beating down on you.

“He does! That’s what we should call him then. Socks!” Luffy broke his statued state to pet the spider again. “Hi, Socks. You’re gonna love it on the Sunny. We’ll even have Franky build you a tank--Oo! Right next to the aquarium!” You snapped away from the spider with a shake of your head. 

“No. That thing--”

“Socks.” Luffy reminded you chipperly. You only huffed. 

“Socks is not coming with us back to the Sunny.” Luffy whined again as you started for your dropped supply pack. 

“But--he’ll be lonely here.” You felt your skin prick in more fear when Luffy’s voice was much closer to you then it had been before. You hesitantly looked to the side to find a thousand beady little eyes staring back at you. You gave a throaty scream that you tried to keep as muffled as you physically could, all but throwing yourself backward.

“He--he has family here, I’m sure.” You said as calmly as you could, pulling your pack onto your shoulder. Luffy groaned, but agreed with you. 

“Yeah.” You watched him place Socks on a moss covered log, saying a quick goodbye to the furry beast. Luffy’s sad face made you feel just the tiniest bit sorry for him…for him and Socks. 

“Luffy…” You said as he grabbed up his stick again and you both started back through the jungle. “I’m sorry we couldn’t keep Socks.” Luffy shrugged.

“Eh. You’re right. He has a family here. A life. I couldn’t take him from that.” Luffy said, that lovely smile of his pulling to his face. “Besides,” He continued, throwing an arm over your shoulders and pulling you into his side. You felt your skin heat and heart start up its pitter-pattering all over again at his closeness. “I wouldn’t want Socks to keep scaring you like that.” He said, nuzzling his face into your cheek. You leaned into his affectionate touch, savoring anything he would give you. 

“Thank you…maybe we can find a less--leggy animal to keep as a pet.” Luffy lit up like one of Usopp’s fireworks. 

“Really?” You nodded, spurring Luffy’s hold on you to fall away despite your want to keep him close. “Awesome! I’m gonna go look!” He stated before bouncing off deeper into the jungle, leaving you to try and calm your racing heart all over again.

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[setsunasbabe]

Cuddling headcanons with the aot characters

masterlist

part 1 • part 2 (coming soon) • part 3 (coming soon)

contains :

Mikasa, Eren, Armin, Jean, Sasha, Connie, Historia, Ymir

warnings: mention of a tarantula in Armin's, mention of food in Sasha's, curse words in Eren and Connie's, kisses in Historia and Ymir's, mention of the word 'perv' in Ymir's, I did not proofread ; otherwise it's completely sfw

Mikasa

She probably cuddles you whenever she's too stressed. Feeling like she's protecting you makes her relax.

She's big spoon most of the time. Again she loves feeling like she's protecting you in some way.

You're both laying on your sides and she's holding you from behind, her hands wrapped around your waist.

She also probably cuddles you more at night, when you're both really tired. Holding you to make you fall asleep more easily.

Maybe, really rarely, but maybe, she can be the little spoon. I mean if you ask her, obviously she's gonna oblige, but if she's really feeling bad and needs comfort she'll really appreciate you holding her.

What I mean is her breaking down in your arms and you soothing her to sleep while holding her. That's the type of comfort I'm talking about.

Eren

Okay, first things first, if anybody asks him, he's big spoon. But that's such a lie.

Eren is a big baby and wants needs to be held.

He's probably laying his head on your chest or in the crook of your neck while you're rubbing his back.

He also really likes when you talk to him while cuddling. It calms him, he really loves your voice, like way too much.

The best time to cuddle him is when he's having a jealous or possessive episode. This dude is going to be clinging onto you for dear life. Like closing any space between the two of you, to be in contact with you the best he can.

Cuddling Eren is always good. Except in summer. I mean he's all over you. And it's already hot. You don't NEED this weightened blanket. Trust me you don't.

And if you want him to be the big spoon, he'll act like he doesn't mind. But then he'll complain of having a sore arm or something. That bitch 😐.

Armin

Armin is baby. Please I love him so much. Sorry.

Armin prefers cuddling while facing each other. Weather he's holding you or the other way around. He likes having you close and being able to look at you.

Okay, he may have a preference for being held, but you didn't hear that from me.

He also likes talking to you or listening to you. Most of your cuddle sessions end up in discussions about the strangest things. Like you guys are just laying down and 20 minutes later you're asking yourselves 'do you think a tarantula can stay up on one leg?' or some shit like that.

Okay but study sessions with Armin ending in cuddle sessions. Like. Hear me out. You're just 'taking a break' and you're straddling Armin's lap (not like THAT) and he's holding you and you're just talking, your torso pressed against his, feeling each other's heartbeat. Like IMAGINE.

Jean

Honestly he's down to cuddle all. the. time. Like bruv, chill. But it's because he loves you too much, can you blame him? Jean is the biggest simp out there.

He likes to hold you as much as he likes to be held. But there are three cuddle positions that he loves most.

First, holding you close by your middle while your head is against his chest and you're both laying on your sides.

Second, classic big spoon. He holding you from behind by your waist. But it's not his favourite because he's not facing you.

Third (his favourite), he's laying on you, head pressed on your chest to hear your heartbeat or in the crook of your neck to feel your pulse.

Yes, Jean checks if you're alive all of the time. I mean it's not his fault you're so perfect he can't believe you're real?

Anyways. Jean also likes to cuddle you in public (read on Sasha's couch) to show you off to others (read to Eren).

Sasha

Prepare to a lot of post meal cuddles with Sasha. She's always sleepy after eating a lot. And Sasha does often eat a lot.

When Sasha is tired she giggles a lot. Like imagine you're laying comfortably and she just starts giggling? Like, Sasha, babe, wtf?

She prefers to be held. This had to be said. She likes when you're holding her and she's laying her head next to your heart.

She also cuddles you when she had a nightmare. She will literally sneak into your bed at night trying not to wake you up. But if she does wake you up, she'll just tell you that she had a nightmare, asking you to hold her.

But Sasha moves a lot in her sleep. You'll go to bed laying against each other and wake up with your limbs tangled in each other.

Also, being the menace she is, she will put her cold hands under your shirt with the excuse of them being cold and needing to heat up. She's lucky you love her...

Connie

Okay, I was talking about Sasha being a menace, but this little shit is another level.

He will literally poke you and pinch abruptly for no reason when you're cuddling.

No but honestly, he likes having you laying on top of him and hold you close. He's probably telling you the worst story of all time at the same moment but you both really enjoy the moment.

He likes to maintain eye contact while talking to you so your head is probably propped up on one of your arms.

He appreciates more cuddling in the late afternoon, while the sun goes down to see its rays fade on your face, or some sappy shit like that.

No but cuddling sessions with Connie can be really cool. He's a funny guy and he's very comforting.

And the hand placement!!! Like he has his hands on the small of your back, rubbing it soothingly. You're both having a really good time... And then he pokes you. 😐

Historia

Probably the cuddliest out of all of them.

Can and will cuddle you in any situation. She takes the occasion to cuddle you anytime she can.

'Hisu we can't cuddle while standing.' 'Why not?'

She doesn't care if she's big spoon or little spoon. She just enjoys basking in your presence so much.

She also likes to hug you from behind while you're cooking or doing something else while standing.

What I mean is, don't feel surprised when you feel hands snaking around your waist and see blond strands of hair on your shoulder from the corner of your eye.

She expects a lot of kisses from you while cuddling, I don't make the rules.

She often plays with your hair when you're both laying down or you're laying your head on her lap. She really likes soothing you to sleep with her nails gently scratching your scalp.

Ymir

She'll act like she hates cuddling you but she actually craves your physical affection.

You guys probably cuddle more in the morning when you just woke up. Mostly because Ymir is not awake enough to pretend to be annoyed.

She is big spoon all the way you can't change my mind. She likes to hold you while you're both laying on your sides.

Your face is often tucked under her chin so you can't see her smiling. Or she's holding it in her hands while cupping your cheeks (not THESE cheeks you perv) and gazing into your eyes lovingly.

She kisses you a lot when you cuddle. Most of the time out of nowhere. Like she's pouting and 2 seconds later she's kissing you.

The only times she'll cuddle you in public is if she's jealous to show the person who's been eyeing you up and down for the past minutes that you are hers.

#aot x reader #aot wlw #aot nblw #aot imagines #cuddling headcanons #aot #mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa x reader #armin x reader #eren x reader #jean kirstein x reader #sasha braus x reader #historia reiss x reader #ymir x reader #connie springer x reader #christa lenz x reader #setsunasbabe

[aemondsdoll]

best friends brother | aegon targaryen

warnings: corruption

summary: you don’t know how to kiss, luckily, your best friends brother is more than happy to teach you.

a/n: dedicated to @eddiemadmunson

You had no clue what you were doing. A boy in your class had asked you out, one that you’d had a crush on for a while. But there was a slight problem.

He was experienced, meanwhile you knew absolutely nothing. Not where to put your hands, or what to say afterwards, or even just how to fucking kiss.

“You’re gonna be fine! It’ll come to you in the moment,” Helaena spoke, the two of you sat in her room, playing with her tarantula.

“No it won’t! I’ve never done anything like this,” You said begrudgingly with a groan. You’d been googling what to do, and it all said the same thing. ‘You’ll figure it out as you go!’ and other cringey inspirational shit.

You didn’t want to figure it out then, you wanted to be prepared. You wanted to know what to do in the moment, and how to do it.

Sleeping over at Helaenas was always calm, and fun. She falls asleep pretty early though, leaving you to your own devices. You tip toed through the hallways of the Targaryen mansion, which you'd gotten lost in more than a few times. Who the fuck needs this many rooms? you thought with a giggle.

You sat yourself on the kitchen island with a glass of water, phone in hand. You still scrolled through the google results on how to kiss, groaning at every click bait article. You were losing hope, and you considered cancelling the date altogether.

Unaware of Aegons approaching form into the kitchen, you were furiously tapping on your phone when he spoke.

"Hey," His smooth voice echoed through the otherwise silent kitchen, you jumped in fear, causing your phone to fall from your hands. "Fuck!" You squeaked, and he laughed loudly, picking up your phone.

You looked over his appearance, he was shirtless and his silver hair was a mess, in the hottest way ever. He had on grey sweatpants, and many thoughts went through your head. He spoke again, and you realised he had your phone in his hand.

"How to kiss?" Aegon spoke in his cocky tone, and you immediately reached for your phone. "I'm researching for a friend!" You tried exucsing yourself, your voice high pitched. He held your phone above his head, so you couldnt reach.

"Sure, sure." He begins, "You seriously dont know how to kiss?" He laughs at you, and your shoulder slump. "Yes, I dont know how to kiss. Now give me my phone!" You demand, hand outstretched.

He hesitantly placed the phone into your palm, a cocky smirk on his face. "I can teach you, love." His voice speaks, and it comes out smooth like honey, causing heat to flow through your body, which you just now notice is scantily clad in a small while crop top, and plaid pyjama pants.

"I.. I think I'd like that." You reply after a hot minute, looking down at the floor. His hand moves to your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

"Come with me," He speaks again, giving you little to no time to process whats happening before hes stalking down the halls. You follow him eagerly, almost stumbling over your steps as he leads you down the endlessly winding halls, and into his room.

Its simple, not too messy, band posters splayed onto the walls, desk messy with papers and a wall of aged alcohol, definitely not surprising. you think with an internal giggle.

Aegon sits on his bed, leaning on his headboard with a mischevious face. "Where would you like to start?" He asks you, and you look to him nervously.

"Thats my problem.. I dont know how to start, or like... anything." You awkwardly laugh, and his eyes soften for a moment.

"Cmere, little one." He coos, and you hop onto his bed, facing him. "So, why the sudden interest in kissing?" He questions, and you sigh.

"This dude I've liked, for ages now, asked me out... and I realised I have almost zero experience."

"Well, I certainly can help with that," Aegons voice drops an octave, running a veiny hand through his silver hair. You realise you really like the look of his hands, and just seeing them sends a shockwave of arousal through your body.

"Just let me take care of you, little one," Aegons deep voice purrs, his hands go to your hips, lifting you swiftly onto his lap, revelling in the noise of surprise you emit from those oh so pretty lips. Lips that havent been kissed.

Oh how he was going to ruin you. You wouldnt be going on that date once he was finished with you. "A-Aeg.." You whisper, faces close together. "Can I try something?" You ask, and he nods, "Of course, beautiful." He replies, and your dainty hand goes to the side of his face, and you urge his head closer to yours.

Softly, you press your lips to his. Its small, like a ghost had kissed him. "Cmon, you can do better than that," Aegon snides, and you roll your eyes.

"I'm not sure just how." You speak, and he grins, eyes flitting from your lips to your eyes. "I'll guide you," He says, and you lean in, kissing him again.

Aegon doesn't let you pull away, it's more passionate, and much longer. His hand gently rests within your hair. Moaning into his mouth, you deepen the kiss.

Aegon, being ever the tease, pulls away. "See, that was perfect, now try getting a bit more into it. Let your hands explore, and get lost in the kiss." He suggests, completely for his own needs.

He needs to taint you, to make you forget about that stupid boy. He could never treat you like Aegon could, and he needs to make you know that.

So he launches his lips onto yours, and the air around has changed, changed to something you're not exactly familiar with when it comes to another person. Lust.

Your hands explore his bare chest, taking his advice. One hand leaves his chest, going to his hair and knotting your hand within it. He chuckles into the kiss,

"Such a needy girl," He murmurs as he pulls away. You blush wildly, moving from his lap and standing up.

"I'm gonna go back to Helaenas room.. thank you." You rushingly speak,

"Come to me for anything, princess." Aegon says as you leave. You don't sleep well that night. Aegon plagues your thoughts, the intimate moment you just shared ringing through your mind, setting it alight like wildfire.

You dont think you're going to that date anymore.

Helaena and you are sat at breakfast, an admittedly late one. Sitting at the table, talking about everything and nothing.

Aegon, is in the kitchen pouring himself a vodka orange juice when Helaena speaks.

“Did you manage a breakthrough about your little date?” She teases, picking at her eggs half heartedly.

“Yeah. Don’t think I’m gonna go.” You say, eyes on your plate. Helaena giggles at your stubbornness, yet she doesn’t know the real reason you decided against going.

Her brother, who you notice is looking at you with a smug smirk on his face, chucking you a wink as he walks back to his room.

fin.

#house of the dragon imagines #house of the dragon smut #aegon targaryen #aegon targaryen imagines #house of the dragon #aegon smut #aegon targaryen smut #aegon targaryen x you #aegon targaryen imagine #aegon targaryen fluff #aegon targaryen x reader #hotd aegon #aegon imagine #aegon ii fanfic

[charmandabear]

New Year's Eve

Summary:

You don't really want to go to Shadowheart's New Year's Eve party, but you meet someone who might make things a little more interesting.

Pairing: Astarion/gn!Reader (femme leaning) Rating: T Word Count: 3.7k Tags: fluff, first kiss, new year's eve, flirting, sexual tension, pool shenanigans (the game, not like swimming)

Read it on AO3.

Final part (maybe) of Midwinter Nights! I really wanted to get this out actually on NYE, but I spent too much time playing Baldur's Gate. Oops. Once again, my beautiful banner Astarion was made by Idylla.

Midwinter Nights: Yule | Christmas | New Year's Eve

You're not really one for parties. There are too many strangers in too small of a space listening to music that's too loud while eating food that's too salty. But Shadowheart was insistent, even helping you dress for the occasion.

She bent over you, applying some glittery eyeshadow that fell onto your cheeks with every stroke of her brush. Her long silvery ponytail dangled over her shoulder, the tip of it tickling your hands resting in your lap.

“Stop flinching!” she snapped, and you clenched your hands to force yourself still. You weren't accustomed to wearing much makeup at all, save maybe a little smokey eyeliner and lipstick. But you really hated having things near your eyes. Shadowheart knew this, and she promised to be as gentle as possible. She pulled up your eyebrow to smooth out her canvas.

When she pulled out a tool that could have easily been a medieval torture device, you scooted back in her vanity chair and held your hands up in defense. She rolled her eyes at your theatrics.

“This is the alternative to mascara, it's going to be one or the other,” she huffed at you. “It won't hurt at all, so long as you stay still.” Still wary of the metal contraption, you closed your eyes, taking a breath to settle your jumpy nerves.

She pressed the cool curved metal to your eyelid and you managed to still your instinct to pull back. She clamped the contraption down on your eyelashes and you held your breath to keep yourself from moving. You managed to stay frozen while she curled the lashes of your other eye, and when she finally pulled away you let out a puff of air.

“Okay, now lashes,” she said as she applied a thin layer of glue to a spidery false eyelash.

“Woah woah woah, I thought that was it. What the hell is that?” You leaned away from it like she was holding an actual tarantula. She flicked up her cold green eyes to meet yours, unamused by your antics.

“You said no mascara, so this is necessary. Don't worry, nothing will get in your eye, this just sits on top.” She waved the lash like she was shaking water off it, and you followed it with your eyes uneasily.

“Why is this so important to you?” you muttered under your breath, resuming your statuesque stillness. You heard Shadowheart release an impatient breath.

“I just want to make you look pretty, is that so much to ask? Well, prettier than usual, at least.” You could hear the smile in her voice. The least you could do is indulge her a little bit, you supposed. Shadowheart didn't have many luxuries growing up in such a strict orphanage. She wasn't allowed to keep any dolls, so letting her play dress up with you now was a small price to pay for her delight.

“Besides,” her voice took on a musical quality, “there’s going to be someone there tonight that I want you to meet.” You stifled a groan. Shadowheart had become borderline insufferable since she and Karlach started dating. The two of them were very cute together, almost sickenly so, stealing touches whenever they thought they could get away with it. You knew that she just wanted you to be happy, but you still hadn’t quite recovered from the last time she set you up with someone.

“This isn’t going to be like that awful double date with Gale, right?” you asked with trepidation. She smirked as she stepped back, admiring her work.

“No, trust me, I learned my lesson on that one. In fact, these two couldn’t be more different, I promise.” She tapped your knee, signaling you to turn back to the vanity mirror to see the final look. For a moment, you were actually at a loss for words. The silvery shimmer on your eyelids reflected every color of the rainbow, the sparkles dancing every time you moved your head. The sharp lines of the deep plum color on your lips made them look pouty and kissable. Your hair cascaded down your shoulder, pinned back with little star and moon shaped trinkets. She had put you in a dress that you were certain would make you look like a clown, but the way the rose gold sequins and sweetheart neckline hugged your curves evoked an almost ethereal quality.

“So?” Shadowheart made eye contact with you in the mirror, and you could see her bouncing with excitement.

“Shadowheart, I look amazing!” you breathed, still marveling that a little styling could change this much.

“I know,” she said in her charmingly self-satisfied way. She planted a kiss on the top of your head and bounded across the room to her dresser, pulling a necklace off the jewelry tree sitting on top.

“Hair,” she commanded, and you carefully held up your hair for her to clasp it around your neck. “And one final touch,” she added, and said the incantation for minor illusion, making everything on you sparkle just a little bit more. She put her hands on your shoulders and pressed her cheek to yours, still looking at your reflection in the mirror.

“You know, I did such a good job that you’ll have your pick of potential partners,” she grinned, “but I think I know who you’ll choose.”

~~~

The temporary confidence boost brought on by seeing your reflection had worn off and the social anxiety began to creep in. Shadowheart sashayed over to you and pressed a wine glass into your hand. 

“I don't think he's here yet, but drink this, loosen up a bit,” she said with a conspiratorial smile. You welcomed having something to do with your hands as your eyes scanned the room, looking for a comforting face. Unfortunately your eyes locked with Gale, who smiled and waved.

“Sorry, gotta run,” Shadowheart said and was gone before you could protest. Gale wandered toward you and politeness locked your legs in place.

“Hello again,” he greeted cheerily, if not a bit awkwardly. You gave him a strained smile, clutching your glass a little tighter.

“Hi Gale, it's good to see you,” you said, hoping the lie wasn't too evident. You stood together in silence for a moment, shuffling your feet uncomfortably.

“Read anything interesting lately? I'm currently several chapters into the most fascinating tome on the intricacies of the Peloponnesian War by the Greek historian Thucydides. He does something really remarkable, something that only a handful of historians even think to do, by connecting the famines around that time with the internal conflicts that arose. He manages to capture the desperation that forced them into…”

It amazed you how much he could speak without taking a breath. Despite starting with a question, he hadn't paused long enough for you to answer. You sipped the wine as he continued to ramble, eyes darting around for an escape. Your gaze landed on a beautiful young man with ivory skin and silvery hair, perfectly windswept. Your breath caught in your throat a little just looking at him. He was dressed impeccably, a blue and purple brocade vest with gold closures over a dusky lavender cashmere turtleneck that hugged his lithe figure. His legs were long and lean, and he stood with a permanently crooked gait, giving an aloof and casual air.

He caught your eye and flashed a disarming grin. His gaze shifted to Gale, who had moved on to comparing The History of the Peloponnesian War to Plato’s Republic, then back to you. He raised his eyebrows in a silent question, to which you nodded almost imperceptibly. He chuckled and sauntered over.

“Gale, darling, I’m afraid our new friend here will soon lose her hearing the way you’re talking her ear off,” he said in a melodic voice, slinging an arm around Gale’s shoulder. Gale started and turned toward the handsome stranger.

“Oh, Astarion, I didn’t see you there.” He turned to look back at you, appropriately chagrined. “My apologies, once I get started it can be hard for me to stop. I’ll stop monopolizing your presence and let you mingle.” And with that, he was off. You let out a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding.

“Thank you, I didn’t know how to make him stop,” you said with relief, your posture visibly relaxing.

“He has a tendency to do that,” he chuckled, “you learn how to manage him after a time.”

“I appreciate it all the same,” you responded, cheeks beginning to redden. His gaze was piercing, almost as if he could see into you. 

“You know, I thought I had already met everyone worth knowing around here, but evidently I was wrong.” He held out a slender hand for you to take, and you shivered slightly when you felt how icy it was. “Astarion, though I suppose Gale let that fact slip already.”

You caught a glimpse of Karlach across the room, who noticed you talking to Astarion and excitedly batted Shadowheart’s shoulder. She turned and gave you a big smile, mouthing “That's him!” while pointing at Astarion’s back. Her lack of subtlety made you smile.

“Yeah, I think our generous host wanted us to meet,” you said with a little nod, and he looked over his shoulder at Karlach and Shadowheart, who very unconvincingly pretended to be deep in conversation.

“Well how lucky for us that we found each other, then,” he said in a low breath, and you felt your subconscious pulling you toward him, the magnetic force between you palpable. You coughed and stepped away, head spinning slightly from the rush. You nervously took a sip of your wine.

“Are you enjoying that?” he asked, wrinkling his nose at the glass. You looked down at it, perplexed. You didn't really know much about alcohol at all, you just accepted whatever Shadowheart gave to you.

“It's fine, I guess,” you said, shrugging noncommittally. He took it from you and bent down to put it on the table behind you. He brushed against you slightly as he did, and that heady feeling came back. The scent of his cologne washed over you, your body reacting to the smell like a pheromone. You blinked at him as he straightened up.

“You smell… good,” you stammered incoherently. 

“Aren't you just the sweetest?” he said with a jaunty smile. “Here, let me get you something better than that foul wine.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you over to an old-fashioned metal drink cart. Shadowheart would get something like that for a party.

“Any requests?” He surveyed the selection, lithe fingers dancing over the labels.

“I don't drink much, so whatever you think is good,” you said, looking up at him with your big doe eyes. He smiled, admiring just how cute you looked, your silky hair curling around your pretty neck. He was suspicious of your innocent act, convinced that there was more to you than you led on. He took two shot glasses from the lower tray and poured a deep red liquor.

“Try this, let me know what you think,” he said, handing you one of the shot glasses. He held his out to you, making very deliberate eye contact, waiting for you to clink. You locked eyes with him and his undead heart skipped a beat. You both downed the shot while maintaining eye contact. When you pulled the glass away from your lips, a delectable drop of the blood red liquid remained. 

Astarion reached out and swiped his thumb across your bottom lip, his touch like an electric shock. He smirked as he licked the remnant of the liquor that he stole from your lip. He must've known what he was doing to your insides, and it looked like he was enjoying watching you squirm.

“How does that taste?” he murmured, tongue lingering on the st. Your throat was dry despite the liquor still coating the inside of your mouth.

“Good,” you croaked with a nod. “I like it.”

“Good,” he repeated your word, somehow making it sound so much more lascivious. He grabbed two long flutes and filled them with sparkling wine. He then topped them off with the sweet liquor, and you watched the red liquid curling through the gold, undulating like an exotic dancer. He swirled the glasses until the entire drink had taken on a bright crimson.

“Cheers,” he said, holding out the glass. You tapped your glass to his, lost once more in his intense eye contact. You watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed, mesmerized by the smooth porcelain of his skin. He noticed you staring and he grinned, causing you to suddenly look away as you felt your cheeks reddening.

In that moment Karlach sidled up to you, saving you from yourself. She threw her arm around your neck and addressed Astarion.

“Hey, Fangs, I hear you're pretty good at pool. Wyll and I are the undefeated champs right now, think you and Sparkles here can take us?”

Fangs?

“Well, I do rather enjoy seeing Wyll’s cry, so yes, I think we can. What do you think?” He hit you again with that penetrating gaze of his, and you felt yourself buckle under the weight of Karlach’s arm. 

“Sure,” you said meekly, still feeling Astarion's stare. Karlach pumped her fist in victory and ran off to grab Wyll. Astarion pressed his hand into your lower back in the direction of the pool table.

“Don't worry if you don't know how to play, darling, I'll play well enough for the both of us,” he whispered into your ear, and his breath tickled your love. You swallowed thickly and allowed yourself to be guided over to the table.

Wyll was already there, chalking up his cue. You had met him once or twice in passing, but never spent much time in each other's presence. You waved shyly and he replied with a polite nod.

“Ahh, billiards,” Wyll said wistfully. “Such an elegant game.”

“Any game where I get to smack a bunch of balls with a stick is the game for me,” Karlach cackled, clearly proud of herself. Wyll rolled his eyes as he set up the table and you giggled quietly.

“We’ll go first to give you two a little advantage,” Karlach smirked, and sent the cue ball flying into the rack.

“Ladies first,” Astarion handed you a pool cue and bowed, gesturing at the table. Your eyes scanned for the best shot. Right as you found it, Astarion came up close behind you, his lips centimeters away from your ear.

“Go for the 3 ball into the corner pocket,” he breathed, putting his arms around you to help you aim the cue. Your heart pounded feeling him this close, his front flush against your back, his pretty silver curls tickling your neck. You struggled to keep your breath even and you tried to focus on the ball in front of you. You managed to snap out of it when it became clear that he wasn't helping you angle the cue correctly.

You looked over your shoulder at him and the spark in your eye was electrifying. Your muscles, previously lax and easily pliable, suddenly sprang to life as you took control of the cue. He heard the crack of the cue ball hitting the 3 ball before he saw it. He also felt the jab to his gut as you thrust the cue back in order to gain the necessary momentum to make the shot. He stepped back and coughed, holding his hand against his solar plexus. The pain was almost worth it when you spun around and covered your mouth with your hands, face growing a delicious shade of red.

The sudden horror of elbowing Astarion in the stomach filled your body with the heat of embarrassment, your eyes about to melt out of your head.

“I. Am. So. Sorry,” you managed to squeak out behind your hands. He was bent over slightly, but he still managed a weak smile.

“No, the mistake is mine for making an assumption,” he wheezed. You gnawed on your lower lip, anxiety coming off you in waves. Astarion straightened up and gently took your chin in his hand, tilting your face up to him.

“Just make sure we win,” he said in a silky tone that sent a shiver down your spine. You nodded dreamily, and he chucked his finger below your chin. 

Watching you play pool was something else. You were suddenly more confident than you had been all night - he knew the damsel facade was just an act. He relished in seeing you stalk around the table like a lioness circling her prey. Your eyes flitted across the table, making calculations, playing each scenario out in your mind. Astarion fancied himself a decent billiards player, but you were an artist at work. Even Karlach and Wyll’s banter died down as they struggled to figure out how to beat you.

But even better than witnessing your mastery at pool was simply watching you as you played. The slight imprint the cue made across your chest as you leaned into it, the way your dress sparkled every time you moved, the cheeky glimpse of your ass as you bent down to take a shot. 

He preened a little while he played, not so secretly hoping you were watching him as much as he was watching you. He may have put a little extra arch in his back, leaned back on his leg a little more than was necessary, just at the chance of seeing you flustered.

And fluster you it did. Not enough to throw you off your game - no, when it was time to take a shot, everything else fell away. But while you were waiting, you couldn’t keep your eyes off him. Every time he bent over, scandalous images passed through your mind, deepening the flush in your cheeks. While Wyll and Karlach discussed a shot, you watched his fingers lightly run over the length of his cue, and you wondered what else those fingers could do. The thought made your heart race and Astarion turned to look at you, almost as if he could read your mind. Which you didn’t think he could do. He didn’t know any spells, to your knowledge, but you should really try to control your thoughts just to be safe. Though you weren’t sure if you could around him.

You came back to yourself just as Karlach celebrated sinking their last striped ball. She punched Wyll in the shoulder and he rubbed at it while her back was turned. He surveyed the table, tried for an angle to pocket the 8 ball, and missed.

You stepped up to the table, mapping out the geometry in your mind's eye. You found an angle that should work, and you leaned over to line up your shot. Astarion came up behind you, and you could feel him pressing into your backside.

“You've got this,” he whispered, and a shudder shot through your body. Enough to misalign your carefully lined shot. And you missed.

“Aww, tough break!” Karlach could barely contain her glee. “Looks like Pretty Boy got you distracted,” she added with a devilish grin. You looked at Astarion and then quickly looked away, trying to hide your blush.

“What can I say? I'm very distracting,” he retorted. “But you haven't won just yet. I still get a shot.”

“Oh boo, just take your shot, then, so we can win.” She stuck out her tongue at him.

You felt awful for missing, since you absolutely would have made you hadn't been so down bad for him. It's also not lost on you that if you win, he might want to celebrate…

You quietly cast guidance on him as he's lining up his shot. He bristles, then changes his angle ever so slightly. He tapped the cue ball which bounced against the 8 ball, knocking it into the side pocket. You and Astarion both shouted with joy. Karlach’s face fell while Wyll eyed you suspiciously. 

“What? No way, man, I can't believe you made it,” she pouted, crossing her arms across her broad chest. Astarion threw his arms around you and you pressed yourself into his chest, inhaling that intoxicating fragrance. You felt him vibrate with a low chuckle. You looked up at him without breaking the hug, and he whispered, “you cheeky little minx.”

You looked up at him with those doe eyes again, the feigned innocence back. He smirked and gently stroked your hair.

“Everyone, gather round, it's nearly midnight!” Shadowheart called out to the room. “Help yourselves to a toasting glass.”

Astarion led you to the tray of glasses and handed you one. 

“I never fancied you a cheater,” he murmured under his breath. You looked at him aghast, this one not quite as convincing.

“10!.. 9!..”

“I'm certain I have no idea what you mean,” you shyly glanced up at him through your lashes. He was certain you knew exactly what you were doing.

“8!.. 7!..”

“I don't know if there's anything strictly in the rules about using cantrips,” he mused, looking off to the side. You stepped a smidge closer.

“6!.. 5!..”

“Well either way, I enjoyed playing by your side.”

“4!.. 3!..”

“I just enjoyed being by your side,” his voice was low and cool, and your heart started pounding in your throat.

“2!.. 1!.. Happy New Year!!”

He pulled up your chin towards his, planting a tender kiss on your lips. He tasted sweet, the drink he made earlier still on his tongue. You clutched at his fine vest, aching to deepen the kiss. You knew this wasn't the time or the place, but you desperately craved more of him.

He swiped his tongue along your lower lip and pulled away, hovering a few centimeters away from your face.

“Happy New Year indeed,” he purred, and smiled, flashing two pointed incisors that you just barely caught out of the corner of your eye.

Fangs? Your heart thumped loudly against your chest, trying to escape in excitement.

Fangs.

#astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion fanfic #baldurs gate astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate fanfiction #astarion fluff #astarion x reader #astarion x you #fanfiction #bg3 spoilers #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 astarion

[in1-nutshell]

Okay… I have a request..

Beast wars waspinator finding a sparkling in an abandoned escape pod. I just like the idea of waspinator as a dad and his sparkling just adores him.

Waspinator has to be one of my favorite Predacon's in the show! I'm glad someone remembers him!

Hope you enjoy some good sparkling and Waspinator antics!

Waspinator finding an abandoned sparkling

SFW, Familial, Cybertronian/ Bot reader

Beast Wars

Sparkling bean’s beast mode is a fuzzy moth.

Waspinator has a history of having bad luck thrown upon him.

He just can’t seem to catch a break from the blaster shots from the Maximals or the constant feeling of being overlooked and being mistreated by the Predacons.

When he comes across the abandoned pod, the scan had been completed. The pod had opened with a hiss. Waspinator had raised his blaster in case whatever in the pod decided to attack him.

All he heard was soft cooing. Slowly he approaches the pod and looks inside. A little sparkling with large optics looked at him.

They were so cute!

“Wazzpinator confused. Why zzzo cute?”--Waspinator

Giggly bean noises

Waspinator is melting inside at the cute little giggles. He couldn’t leave the little guy out here. What if someone else got him? What if the Maximal’s got them?! He wouldn’t be able to shoot the little thing!

Now he is making his way to the Predacon base with his new companion. He knows that the base isn’t exactly the best place for the sparkling, but maybe this is his ticket for proper recognition by Megatron!

“Okay little Buddy. Being good for Wazzpinator. Wazzpinator needs this.”--Waspinator

Giggly sparkling noises

Turns out Megatron just acknowledged that found something to give the Predacons an edge over the Maximals and ordered Terrorsaur to bring the sparkling to the lab for Tarantulas to take a look at it.

Waspinator did not like this idea at all. Not at all. He didn’t want Little Fuzzy Buddy anywhere near that Spider! What if Tarantulas decided to dissect them? Or worse, eat them!

But they were orders… so he hesitantly gave the sparkling to Terrorsaur. The sparkling made some little clicking and whirling sounds, almost mimicking a whine. Terrorsaur made them face him.

“Such a small little pest.”--Terrorsaur

“…”--Sparkling

“Why are you looking at me like that?” --Terrorsaur

“WWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!”--Sparkling

To everyone’s surprise the sparkling started Shrieking bloody murder when they were in Terrorsaurs arms. Waspinator could bear it, and quickly took them back. As if a switch were flipped they stopped screaming and giggled looking at him.

Giggly sparkling noises

“What is the All Spark was that?!”--Terrorsaur

“Wazzpinator don’t know.”--Waspinator

“Never mind that. Scorponok, get the sparkling, yes.”--Megatron

“All right Megatron. Come here little guy.”--Scorponok

“WWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!”--Sparkling

“Never mind take them back!”--Scorponok

Once again, they started screaming until Waspinator held them again. After everyone regained their hearing again, Megatron appointed Waspinator to oversee the sparkling. He doesn’t fight or complain about his new job, in fact he gets a bit happy that Little Fuzzy Buddy isn’t going to leave him.

Now that Waspinator is overseeing the sparkling, he is going to do his best for this sparkling.

Constantly keeping an eye on them. He knows that the Predacons should not be trusted and doesn’t want the sparkling to grow up with them being their top influence.

“Buddy! Buddy! NO DO NOT GOT INTO THE VENT!!”--Waspinator

“Buddy eats fuel please? Please for Wazpinator?”--Waspinator

“Wazpinator is taking Buddy out of base for a bit today.”--Waspinator

He does try to get them out of the base from time to time. Usually saying that he was teaching them the ways of the Predacons.

“Yes. At least their someone here that still believes in the Predacons cause. Yes, the future is bright.”--Megatron

Meanwhile Waspinator and Buddy are bird watching out in the fields.

He works hard to make sure he has enough time to give to the growing sparkling. Especially when the sparkling made their first transformation into a fuzzy moth.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! My baby izzz flying!”--Waspinator

Sudden realization that he has become a parent hits.

He hates going on patrol and leaving them behind in the base. Yes, there are other Predacons that look after them when he is gone, but that still doesn’t make him feel any better. Honestly would rather have the Maximals looking after them. And has considered it.

Lucky for him though after the first 3 times of the others looking ab=after the sparkling, it was decided that Waspinator not leave the sparkling until they grew out of the habit of screaming.

“Oh thank the Primes the screaming has stopped!”--Tarantulas

“Wazzpinator here!”--Waspinator

“Take it! Take the spawn of Unicron out of here!”--Terrorsaur

“Well, thatz not very nice thing to say to Fuzzy Buddy.”—Waspinator

The sparkling had reigned down their terrifying shrieks on any unsuspecting Predacon within a 10 feet radius.

As the sparkling gets a bit older and Megatron slowly becomes more deranged, he does eventually come across a crossroad. To stay in the Predacon ranks, continuing to live in fear and pass that on to his kid. To become neutral and risk both sides to fire on him, or worse his sparkling. Or to defect over to the Maximals.

Waspinator knocking on the door of the Maximal base with Buddy in one of those baby straps.

Optimus Primal opening the door.

“Wazzpinator creator now. Wazzpinator wants to be a Maximal now.”--Waspinator

“What?”--Optimus

Waspinator moving inside.

“Where Wazzpinator put bags?”--Waspinator

Confused Gorilla noises

It ends up with him defecting to the Maximals. Dinobot had vouched for his former teammate and bought his sob story and wanted a better life for his kid. While everyone was weary of him at first, thinking this being a trick, they eventually relaxed and got to know their new teammates. This makes Waspinator very happy.

Finally, a place that he knows this sparkling won’t be in danger every minute.

He still can’t believe that once upon a time he didn’t have them in his life. Counts his lucky stars to being able to have them here.

Maybe this was a way the universe was apologizing to Waspinator for all the years being in the Predacon ranks.

#transformers beast wars #beast wars #transformers x reader #bw waspinator #bw megatron #bw tarantulas #terrorsaur #scorponok #bw optimus primal #maccadam #bot buddy

[samdeancass]

Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Halloween Event

Halloween Masterlist

Warning: Swearing.

"So, Nat, tell me again. Why are we digging up a dead body in a creepy graveyard?"

She rolled her eyes and stopped digging, leaning on the shovel to look at you. "We're digging up this dead body, Y/N, to prank Tony. Remember what he did last year? Putting a real tarantula in the Halloween decorations? This time, we're using an actual dead body to decorate the tower. See how he likes it."

You grimaced at the thought of lugging a dead body out of the ground and into the tower. "Couldn't you have asked someone else to do this? You know how I get with things like this." "Don't be a priss. Help me lift it out." You both opened the lid to the coffin and held your breath as the overwhelming smell of decaying flesh invaded the air. "Fuck me, that's ripe."

You both waited a few minutes before leaning in and slowly lifting the body out. "This is the most disgusting thing I've ever done. I never thought that one day, I'd be scooping a body out of a grave just for a prank. I mean, I'm a trained assassin." You grabbed the feet as Natasha grabbed the head and headed back to the tower. "Yeah, but you're a trained assassin who lives with Tony Stark. Surely, you'd have known that you'd do something like this." You shook your head. "Never crossed my mind, Nat, seriously."'

You both got strange looks as you walked through the entrance of Stark Tower carrying a body. However, Clint spotted the two of you and walked over, poking it. "That is the most life like decoration I've ever seen. Where'd you find it?" "Never you mind, Barton." Nat narrowed her eyes at him before leading the way up the stairs and into the main hallway which was the last thing to be decorated. "Right, let's sit it against the wall." You both maneuvered the body into the correct position and waited.

You watched out of the corner of your eyes as multiple people walked past. Sam scrunched his nose as he went past whereas Steve took one look at it and completely bypassed it, going the long way around. Then the person you wanted appeared: Tony.

"What in the fuck is that smell?! It smells like someone's died." You and Natasha ducked down and stifled your giggles as Tony was trying to figure out what was causing the smell. He began sniffing the air, much to his dismay, and came across the body.

"What the hell?" He leaned in and touched it, heaving as his finger sunk right in. "That is absolutely disgusting. "Who's left a dead body in the hallway?! What have I told you guys about disposing of them properly and not leave them to rot on my carpets!"

He raised an eyebrow when he heard giggling coming from the lounge area and crossed his arms when he seen the tops of yours and Natasha's heads behind the sofa. "Romanoff, L/N. Get that fucking dead body out of here. I'm all for Halloween decor but that's taking the piss."

You and Natasha ran off but not before giving him a smug smirk. "Not a chance in hell, Stark. Consider this payback for the tarantula last year."

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[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

You are so real and right actually. This is why I’d get so fucking frustrated everytime I see someone going, “Well, men get raped too!!”. Yeah… But every single time a man does open up about getting raped most of the comments will either be saying something about how “lucky” he is or asking where the woman was when they were younger… All of which are comments made by men. It’s actually so fucking sad that the only times people mention men getting abused is when they use it as sort of like a gotcha to feminism.

Like there are women who will dismiss a male rape victim and that is disgusting and vile. But that handful of women who may or may not even call themselves feminists is treated like it's a tenet of the Church of Feminism that ALL feminists think is true.

The majority of ridicule about male rape comes from men, simple as. The majority of ridicule, disbelief, and cruelty about women being raped comes from men. And yeah, the majority of rapes are perpetrated by men. Simple as. I understand feminists that get so fatigued from having to fight for women's rights, from women being expected to take on every problem in society requiring an emotional load, telling men who use male rape victims as a gotcha to just fuck off and die. It isn't women's job to teach disgusting men how to collectively develop sympathy for their own gender, much less for women victimized by other men. Men who dismiss rape like that are imo a lost cause and don't deserve the patience or emotional labor to futilely try to explain sympathy and empathy to them.

And again, I appreciate artists who try to incorporate male victims into their work. Most of them really try to do something good (except Grant Morrison retconning Batman as being raped by Talia. That was stupid on every level and was edge for the sake of edge like everything else he's ever fucking written)

I think the reason Kentaro Miura's depiction of Griffith and Guts as rape victims doesn't get this same level of ridicule from male readers is because they were both assaulted as children. If they were both assaulted as adult men, I think more male troglodyte fans would joke about it like they do Mark from Invincible and Nightwing from DC. I jokingly call Nightwing a whore for two-timing Barbara and Starfire in one run, but I will NEVER ridicule him for being raped by Tarantula.

I've also seen men praise Mark's depiction showing his rapist not dealing with any consequences of raping him, because it accurately shows how female rapists are never held accountable for their crimes (unlike male rapists and men accused of rape, who always totally definitely get held accountable). They hail it as an accurate depiction of "female privilege." How many rape cases perpetrated by men make it to court? How many involve jail time that lasts more than a few years at most? How many men have people like you rushing to their defense when a woman "cries rape" because you defer to his claims over a woman who is totally lying and just being vindictive? Does your idea of "facing justice" just equate to how many people on social media criticize and talk negatively about a man accused of rape? Men accused of rape rarely have their lives and careers ruined: take the most recent high profile case of Johnny Depp, accused wife beater and rapist. Regardless of your opinion on if his account of things is true: He was never taken to criminal court, he won multiple cases against Amber Heard, she wound up owing him money in court fees and settlements, he has thousands of fans who stood by him, he has friends in the industry like Jason Momoa who will prank his ex-girlfriend by dressing up as Depp to fuck with her on set, and he still has roles in the industry rolling in. How was his life ruined and career destroyed, exactly? Did he get as many random people posting about wanting to rape and kill him, like people did Amber Heard the instant she started going public? Did strip clubs make "Hey Johnny, we're hiring!" billboards after the settlement like they did for her? But people still insist that Depp was absolutely ruined by false allegations and is just as much a victim of MeToo as the women raped by Harvey Weinstein.

It isn't a female privilege that men emasculate male rape victims and refuse to believe that what they view as the "weaker sex" can rape a man. It's a side effect of patriarchy that hurts men, but that men collectively refuse to care about because patriarchy is too beneficial to them as a whole to fix.

And I'm saying this as someone who really hates the notion that men should care about feminism ONLY because patriarchy sometimes hurts them. You don't see racial activist groups appealing to white people by saying "Well, racism ACTUALLY hurts white people too! So that's why you should care about it!" Or LGBT+ groups appealing to straight people by saying that homophobia negatively affects straight people (What if your straight son who likes ballet was ridiculed bc he was perceived as gay? Even though he's one of the normals! See, it benefits you too to dismantle homophobia!)

Sometimes dismantling an oppressive system benefiting Group A at the expense of Group B means that Group A doesn't benefit at all from dismantling the system. But that shouldn't matter, because something shouldn't benefit you personally for you to support it. It's not our fault that a large portion of men can't take male rape seriously, especially since they're not going to listen to women calmly trying to explain to them how empathy and sympathy work. It's not our fault that these men use male rape victims as a punchline one minute and then as a shield in arguments with feminist harpies the next minute.

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[mistkisbiggestfan]

hi! can you do a marcy wu x fem reader? it can be about a cute cuddle session or just any cute fluffy scenario you can think of, thanks!!

A/N: Okay so I'll write a scenario in Amphibia, the fem reader is a Ranger in Newtopia, you got  injured during a mission (nothing big) and Marcy cuddles with you.

Marcy Wu x Fem! Reader

You rode on your tarantula with other Newtopian Rangers. Clouds of dust strolled behind you and your group. You were just coming back from a big mission – of taking down rebellious ship members of Newtopia. You were shouting and laughing with your colleagues. After a few minutes, you were met with Newptopia's gates opening for you and your fearless warriors. 

– They made it! – One of the Newts shouted, people cheered as you strode by. You turned to King’s palace – A place you could call home after landing in Amphibia. You were, naturally, upbeat, your duty was done and you could go and rest, maybe spend time with Marcy – One of your friends, you met her in the wild and she took you with her to Newtopia. King Andrias quickly took a liking to you and Marcy, you both were smart and rather cunning.

You took your stallion and walked it to the secure royal stables – most of the livestock and mounts were kept there – You took off the saddle of your tarantula. 

You petted your animal and decided to head off towards the Kingdom’s chambers, the place where your and Marcy’s room was. 

Meanwhile Marcy paced through the castle’s hallways, her cloak was dragging behind her feet, her face was buried in her journal, she almost tripped over her cape. In the corner of her eye she saw two Rangers coming from the opposite direction in which she was walking. 

– Have you seen her cut? – Said one of them, Marcy listened to their conversation, she wasn’t too intrigued in it, yet.

– Yeah, I wonder how Y/N didn’t mind it, if this was me, I would pass out. – Answered the other. – Oh, hello Master Marcy! – One Newt smiled at her. 

– She’s in her room with Lady Olivia, patching up and stuff. – The Newt smiled. – The cut was nasty. – The Ranger took his hand and drew a cut on his chest with his thumb – Marcy shivered.

– Oh, um, hi! Have you seen Y/N anywhere? – She asked them, she tried to make it seem like she hadn't been eavesdropping on their conversation just a second ago. 

– Thanks dude, bye! – Marcy said loudly and nervously and ran off, she almost tripped over again, she quickly collected herself and ran off. 

She hurried to your room, her steps were echoing in the hallways. She finally made it to your doors, she knocked swiftly on the wooden hatch. She decided to invite herself in after no response. 

– Y/N! Are you okay?! – Marcy rushed into the room, instead of seeing you in stitches, she saw you were just sitting on your bed. – Marcy? – You asked, you realized that she bursted into the room. The wind was tangling your hair, the bright sunlight reflected on your skin. Marcy blushed and stood there, admiring you for a second

– What are you doing? – You asked. – Is everything alright?

Marcy went in for a hug, she held you tightly. – Some Rangers told me that you got injured, I was scared. – You were concerned at first but after that you relaxed and smiled at her.

 – I just got slightly scratched, look. – You lifted up your shirt and showed her your big but not deep, patched up wound. – It doesn’t even hurt – You smiled at her warmly.

She looked at you and went back to hugging you. You could feel her fast heartbeat and calm breathing. You brushed your hand through her messy hair. – Can you promise me something? – Marcy asked.

– Sure, what is it? – You still combed through her hair. – Can you promise me you'll be careful? 

– I promise, Marcy.

You two sat in comfortable silence until you felt Marcy drifting off to sleep. You laid her on the bed and snuggled next to her. She brought her arms and hugged you closer. You felt her body relax completely, you closed your eyes and hid your face in the crook of her neck. You felt yourself drifting off to sleep too, you smiled. 

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[zoeykallus]

Not sure if u write for Alpha 17, but if u do, can I maybe get a fem or GN reader experiencing the “all the little bad things build up and suddenly I’m crying and can’t stop goddammit” feeling and Alpha comforts them? (If not alpha then the tbb boys and/or Rex) ty :)))

I don't know much about Alpha 17, just a side story from a book and one or two comics, but I'd like to give it a try if you don't mind.

Alpha 17 x Fem!Reader - Hold Your Head Up High

Warnings: Hurt/Angst/Comfort

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You are having a really bad day, things seem to go all south. You get comfort from a very unexpected person.

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Your lungs are already burning. You've been running from one office to another all day. Your way leads you again and again across the training ground of the clone unit that is being set up and trained here. The soldiers see you running past again and again and surely think you have been stung by a tarantula.

Being Tarkin's assistant was a hard, ungrateful job. He was never satisfied, demanded a lot and showed no consideration. You slept badly, the stress of work just wouldn't let you go. That's why you overslept, took the wrong documents with you, and now you were in a hurried panic to get all the documents to the right offices. Tarkin expected you to do it personally and not to send couriers. It was sensitive data that should not be sent digitally.

You knew he would fire you without batting an eye if you failed. But you needed this job, you were already behind on the rent.

There was only one more office to go, but you were running out of time. A noise behind you distracted you, you glanced over your shoulder as you ran. The next moment, you slammed into something so hard that your ears rang. You bounced off hard, fell on your butt, and the papers fell to the floor.

Your skull hurt.

"Ow!"

A deep voice growled, "Sorry, but maybe you should look straight ahead when you run around like that."

You looked up. A clone armor, a commander if everything didn't deceive you. But he seemed taller and much broader than other clones.

You rubbed your hand over your temple, then your eyes fell on the papers scattered on the floor. Panic-stricken, you began to gather the papers together. The clone watched you silently. Your skull hurt so much, it was sure to bruise badly, you had slammed your cheek pretty hard against the chest protector of his armor. When you got up from the ground you were so dizzy that you almost fell over. The clone held you by the shoulder so you wouldn't fall again.

"Thank you. I don't have time now," you stammered and staggered on.

You came too late. Tarkin didn't even talk to them personally to fire you. He sent you the message by com. You were too horrified and angry and disappointed. You rushed into the nearest public restroom and started crying. Every time your face contorted, your whole head hurt.

When you looked at yourself in the mirror, your cheek was red and blue and swollen thickly under your eye. You looked terrible, as if someone had beaten you up.

You sniffled and angrily wiped away your tears when you heard that deep voice behind you again.

"You're in the men's room."

You wheeled around startled and saw the muscular clone from before. He lifted his head and sucked in the air sharply from under his helmet.

"Kriffin hell, this looks bad. Looks like you hurt yourself more on my armor than I thought. But that's no reason to cry, is it? Does it hurt that much?"

You sniffled in annoyance and said, "It hurts yes. But that's not why I'm crying. I just got fired. Our collision cost me valuable time. Tarkin has no sympathy for that."

The clone nodded.

"Trakin, huh? Yeah that one is stricter than most of the others put together. "

He took off his helmet and tucked it under his arm, stepping a little closer. He definitely had the face of a clone, a little beefier, but definitely a clone.

"Let me get a medic from my unit to take a look at this".

He grabbed your arm and led you out of the restroom to the barracks. You were shaky and still agitated, letting the treatment wash over you with a quiet thank you, and were about to leave again when the clone takes you aside.

"They call me Alpha 17, by the way."

You had heard of him before, one of the best, if not the best.

"Thanks Alpha" you said and wanted to go on, but he held you back.

"You showed full commitment, maybe not on the battlefield, but still you were determined to perform. You didn't deserve the way Tarkin dispatched you. Don't hang your head. You can find a better job, one where you are appreciated."

His fingers gently touched your chin to lift it.

"Hold your beautiful, if at the moment demolished, head high. I don't want Tarkin to see that he hurt you."

You blinked as he showed you a small smirk. You took a deep breath and smiled.

"Hey I heard Nala Se is looking for an assistant. If you want I'll put in a good word for you. The Kaminoans pay pretty well, I hear."

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[xandriagreat]

The Golden Snake Tooth | Chapter 6

Prologue | Last chapter | Next chapter

Notice/warnings: hunger/food mentioned, yelling, weapons mentions

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Snake went to get something as Mister Wolff got up from the seat and tried to walk. He was a bit off balance, for he was still dizzy. Wolff leaned on the banister to get himself steadied. As he got himself seadied, he noticed Webs was on the banister, looking at him with a glare.

“Can I help you?” Mister Wolff asked flatly, being so done with today.

“Don’t even think about breaking the deal.” Webs warned, not taking her eyes off of Wolff. “You don’t know how much the lights mean to him.”

Mister Wolff could only just stare at her for a moment, not getting what she was saying. “Look, I don’t know what you’re saying but all that I’m getting is that he has never been to the Lanterns Festival.” he said to her. Then he mumbled to himself, “Which is weird.”

The next thing that Mister Wolff knew was that Webs slapped his snout. It wasn’t hard, it was more like a tap but it was strong enough to get his attention. He looked down at her again as she pointed at him and said, “No mumbling.”

“Hey, that mumble was just for me.” Mister Wolff pointed out  as he got his legs working properly again. 

When Wolf got to stand on his legs, Snake came over to them. Wolff was confused when he saw that Snake didn’t change his clothes. “Um… shouldn’t you change or something?” he asked confusedly.

Snake looked at himself before looking back at Mr. Wolf, replying, “This is the only outfit that I have. I do have other outfits but they’re all the same as this one.”

Mister Wolff hummed and nodded. “Ok, then. Come along, Mr. Snake.” he said, walking to the balcony doors and opening them. “It’s just Snake.” the snake corrected, letting his friend tarantula climb onto his head.

‘Who names a snake ‘Snake’?’ Mister Wolff thought confusedly as he got his handmade grappling hook ready. ‘It could be a preferred name.’

“Are you sure that’s safe?” Webs asked as Snake slithering over to Mister Wolff.

“Yes, it’s safe.” the wolf answered. He noticed that the snake and tarantula were both unsure.

Mister Wolff sighed softly, sort of understanding of their worry and unsureness. “Ok…” he said to himself, picking up the grappling hook and facing them. He got the rock untied and looked around to see what could hold the rope. He eyed the banister of the stairs going up to a room, since it was close to the balcony doors and it looked more grounded. “Mind if I tie one end of the rope to your banister?” he asked, pointing at the banister.

“If you think that it’ll stay put, then go ahead.” Snake answered, nodding to him to go ahead.

Mister Wolff hummed as he walked to the banister and tied one end of the rope around it. He pulled on it to make sure that it’s not loose. Then he walked back to the balcony, where Snake and Webs were waiting. Wolf held the rest of the rope and tossed the rope down.

Mister Wolff looked at them and asked, “Ready?”

“Ready as we’ll ever be.” Snake and Webs said together. 

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Snake couldn’t believe that he was doing this as he, Webs, and Wolf went down the rope. 

Mister Wolff and Webs were waiting on the ground when Snake was at the end of the rope.

Snake stared at the ground like if he was having a staring contest with it before going on it. 

“Are you ok?” Wolff asked, looking at Snake, who was still holding on the rope. “Because the look on your face shows that you haven’t been on grass before”

“Huh? Oh, no. I’m fine!” Snake reassured, looking at Mister Wolff before looking at the ground again. 

Then Snake slowly got on the grass and he nervously chuckled softly as he let his tail move through the grass before he slithered over to Webs and Mister Wolff. 

As he went to them, he checked his pocket to make sure that the thing that he grabbed was there. 

It was a small glass jar of his venom. It was only for emergencies.

When he got to them, Webs ran to Snake, who was smiling big at him. “You’re doing it, Grumpy pants!” she exclaimed happily.

Snake nodded as his tail moved through the grass more. He was getting a bit overwhelmed with the new tastes in the air, different touches, and seeing the sun so brighter than from the skylight. But he was starting to get used to it, so no turning back now.

Snake looked at Wolf as Mister Wolff said, “You good now? Because we’re wasting daylight and the kingdom is far from here.”

Snake nodded. “Yeah. I’m good.”

They went to the tunnel to exit the hidden valley.

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As the three walked into the woods, they had to stop time to time for Snake. Because there were times where Snake would just stop and look at, or even touch if he could, something that was an everyday thing, like a bird that flew by, some flowers, fallen leaves on the ground, and some trees.

Mister Wolff was impatiently waiting for Snake to finish up looking at some moss on some rocks. Webs was by Wolff, but she was patient as she smiled at Snake.

“How are you so patient with him?” Mister Wolff asked her, a bit of impatient sound in his voice. 

Webs looked at him and explained, “I’ve been with him for twelve years and well… This is his first time being out of the tower.”

Wolf looked down at Webs and then looked at Snake, who was now looking at some bushes. “Ok, that makes sense.” Mister Wolff said, nodding. “But that doesn’t answer my question.”

Webs was quiet for a moment, hugging herself. Wolf looked at her when she was about to say something but was cut off when Snake did a quick scream and quickly slithered over to them, mostly to hide behind Wolf.

“Whoa! What's wrong?!” Webs and Wolff asked Snake, worriedly. “Something is in there!” Snake hissed, pointing at the bush. 

The two looked at the bush that Snake was pointing at. The bush was shaking until a bunny rabbit came out.

“See, Snake.” Webs said, smiling softly and pointing at the bunny. “It was just a bunny. Not a thief or a ruffin.”

Snake slowly slithered away from hiding behind Wolff and nodded. “Right, right.” he said, taking in a breath and calming down. 

Wolff watched this happen and thought, ‘Hm, he’s jumpy. It would be best to not go to the tavern tonight.’ Then Wolff’s ruby red eyes sparkled as he got a plan and he smiled. ‘That’s it! I know how to get the dolphin and the money!’ he thought with a chuckle. “Hey, are any of you hungry?” he asked, smiling a toothy smile. “Because I know a great spot where we can eat.”

Snake looked at him as he let Webs onto his head. “Where? Where can we eat?” Snake asked curiously, adjusting his robe.

“Oh, don’t you worry.” Mister Wolff reassured, putting an arm around Snake and started guiding him. “You’ll know it when you smell it.”

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Professor Marmalade was checking the perimeter while his friends were about to set up camp.

It was a safe choice because a lot of people would freak out when they see either Shaård, Onsáày, Drillaärgh, Ghaâstly, or Splaarghön. But if people see Marmalade, they won’t freak out.

Professor Marmalade was about to head back to the campsite but he stopped when he saw the kingdom’s captain of the guards appear. 

“Oh, hello!” he exclaimed, hopping up some rocks and looking up at her when she looked at him.

“Oh, hello Professor.” Captain Misty Luggings said, nodded to him with the tip of her helmet. “What brings you out here?”

“Oh, you know… studying nature, the usual.” Professor Marmalade said, showing the captain his satchel of flowers and leaves.

Captain Misty Luggings looked and nodded in understanding. “I see.” she said.

Marmalade nodded and was about to walk away but stopped again when the Captain said, “Oh, do be careful. There’s a thief out on the loose.”

“Is that why you’re here in this part of the woods?” the Professor asked, looking back at Captain Luggings. “Because this is predator territory and not a lot of people are welcomed here.”

The Captain nodded and explained, “Yes, his name is Mister Wolff, but a lot of people prefer to call him ‘The Big Bad Wolf’. My guards and I are trying to catch him before tomorrow, for it being the Lanterns Festival.”

Marmalade hummed softly and nodded. “I see.” he started, then a question popped into his head and was curious to ask. “Question, what type of thief is this ‘Wolff’?”

“Well he’s a treasure hunter.” Captain Misty Luggings explained, waving her hand while she explained. “Sometimes it’s like he can sniff out and find ANY type of gold.”

The Professor stopped smiling and his eyes became big when he heard that. “What do you mean by… any type?”

“Any type of gold. From being solid to liquid.”

Professor Marmalade nodded, his face had a look of fear as he thought of Snake’s gift.

“Professor? Are you ok-?” The Captain started to ask but was interrupted by Marmalade saying, “I need to go.”

He quickly went to everyone, who were still in the progress of getting the camp set. “Everyone! We need to go back to the tower!” Marmalade yelled, getting everyone’s attention.

“Whoa, slow down, Rubert. What’s happening?” Onsáày asked.

“There’s a treasure hunter thief out on the loose!” Professor Marmalade explained, worriedly. “And I have a feeling like he may have found Snake!”

Everyone gasped at that.

“We need to go now.” Splaarghön ordered everyone. Everyone nodded and got the campsite taken down in a matter of minutes before they ran back to the tower. 

They all gasped when they saw rope hanging down from the tower. 

Professor Marmalade quickly ran to the base door as he got the key out and unlocked it. 

Then he and everyone else ran up the stairs. Marmalade quickly unlocked the hatch as everyone else ran up behind him. 

“Snake!” all of them yelled worriedly as they went through the hatch to get into the top of the tower. 

Onsáày and Drillaärgh quickly went to Snake’s room. Shaård and Ghaâstly checked every curtain and door that Snake could hide behind. Splaarghön checked to see if Snake was in his favorite sun spot. Marmalade looked to see if Snake was hiding in the plants.

“Snake is not in his sun spot.” Splaarghön said after checking the sun spot. “Or in the plants.” Professor Marmalade added, running out the plants.

Both Splaarghön and Professor Marmalade tried to stay calmed as they looked at everyone.

“Onsáày. Drillaärgh. Did you two find anything?” Splaarghön asked, looking at the balcony of the room. 

“He’s not in his room!” Onsáày and Drillaärgh answered together as they got out of the room. 

“Shaård. Ghaâstly. Did you two find anything?” Professor Marmalade asked, looking at them.

“He’s not behind any curtains or doors!” Shaård answered while Ghaâstly showed the ripped curtains and doors off their door hinges. 

Professor Marmalade’s curly hair became very frizzy because of the stress as he tried to calm down. Then he saw something shine under a floorboard of the first staircase steps to Snake’s room. “Hey, Ghaâstly.” he called out to her as he went to the step. “Mind helping me?”

Ghaâstly walked over to him and helped remove the floorboard step. 

Professor Marmalade and Ghaâstly looked in to find an opened satchel that neither of them didn’t recognized. Ghaâstly pulled it out and set it down as everyone else walked over to see. 

Marmalade pulled out a golden dolphin trophy from the nearby kingdom and a wanted poster of a wolf. “Everyone,” he started, smirking, “get your weapons ready. We’re going on a wolf hunt.”

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[charliesinfern0]

I made a Charlie x 2D playlist!! :3

(song explanations under the cut hehe)

Blue Hair- I feel like this song has them sort of taking turns singing, because its from their different perspectives at different times. Like,”There's really no way of winning / If in their eyes you'll always be a dumb blonde” is about 2D because he’s seen as the sort of brainless pretty boy front man of the band, and “And she cried over nothing, so there was nothing I could do to stop / Her from cutting her beautiful blue hair off” is about Charlie, and I mainly imagine this to take place during Phase 3, so at the end with the lyrics “Last I heard she was living with a boy who acts his age / And I guess I'll just miss her even though she isn't even really gone / But things are just different ever since she cut her blue hair off” is about both of them after leaving Plastic Beach and finding each other and the rest of the band and living together in the house on Wobble Street in DoYaThing (i explained this a lot better in this post :P also special thanks to the anon that introduced me to this song :D)

How Long?- This is from the perspective of 2D, and its mainly the chorus I attribute to their relationship, again on Plastic Beach (”How long 'til we sink to the bottom of the sea? How long, how long? / How long 'til we sink and it's only you and me? How long, how long?”)

On Melancholy Hill- OF COURSE im going to be putting Plastic Beach songs in the playlist!!! This song is one of my absolute favorites, and it’s perfect for encapsulating 2D’s feelings for Charlie, especially during Phase 3. Also i kind of think of the manatee in both the song and the music video being representative of Charlie’s happiness (in the events of Plastic Beach Charlie basically adopts it and its sort of the opposite of the 2D’s whale, in which it brings her happiness while the whale scares 2D), and it being stolen by the Boogieman in the music video is representative of how Murdoc put her in a bad place along with the rest of the band because of everything on Plastic Beach.

To Binge- A beautiful duet between 2D and Charlie, with Charlie dealing with all of these feelings (being kidnapped and stuck on and island made of plastic and trash, having been held captive prior and living in a submarine with the only sustenance being superfast jellyfish, missing Noodle and Russel and missing the friendship she had with Murdoc, and feeling that 2D is her only source of comfort and wondering what they really are relationship-wise), and 2D feeling miserable as well in these circumstances, and trying his best to help Charlie like shes helped him, and he confesses to her that he loves her so much!!!

A Thousand Miles- This song gives me so much nostalgia for when i first got into Gorillaz, and it makes me think about 2D and Charlie after the events of Plastic Beach when the whole band moves back in together in the 212 Wobble Street house. I feel like it’s the song that they would say is their song (bc it came out in 2010 and so its a couple years afterward in DoYaThing)

Flower Moon- Then this song is sort of describes whats happening during Phase 7, with Moon Flower and the Forever Cult, but its also Charlie and 2D. I honestly dont have that much of a reasoning for this song, it just makes me think of them.

Tarantula- This is my second fav song from Cracker Island, and its a love song!! It’s just a real sweet song that 2D sings about Charlie and theyre just so in love <333 I sort of think of this as 2D’s thoughts running through his head as hes being saved by the band from the Forever Cult and Charlie carries him out and they escape the hollywood sign, in a sort of alternate ending to the Silent Running music video. 2D is still drowsy from the drink that Moon Flower gave him and he’s just spilling his heart out to Charlie while theyre sitting in the hospital/police station.

(Bonus Track: Five Whales in a Dream)

#ok im going to sleep now #u_u #gorillaz #gorillaz oc #oc x canon #stuart 2d pot #stuart pot #gorillaz 2d

[hexusproductions]

Earthspark in One Week HYPE!!!! What are some of your theories about what may happen in this new season?

I'm pacing a hole in the floor with how excited I am!! It might be a little longer than one week for me since I live outside the US (which is extra anxiety), but I'm going to find a way to watch the new season asap!

Take these with a grain of salt, but here's my theories for what might happen in season 2:

The new Terrans are going to get their alt modes (obvious given)

Big Decepticon jailbreak from GHOST's facility (another obvious). We'll probably get to see some cameos of other 'Cons during it i.e. non-speaking roles to fill out the space, show just how many 'Cons were being held prisoner, and give fans a shot of their favourite bots

If the jailbreak wasn't set off by Starscream (along with Soundwave), then Scream at least takes advantage of it. He gets a whole hostile takeover and/or Megatron revenge quest out of his system, until he's either stopped or gives up. Then because there's no more war to lead the Decepticons into, Scream's kind of in limbo until he becomes a somewhat-ally to Team O.P./the Terrans, showing up every so often when the narrative calls for it. Maybe he bunks with Bee in the barn, or maybe he gets his own place out in the woods to live in, giving him some independence and privacy. Either way, Starscream gets to be an individual instead of having to be Second in Command.

Starscream's eye colour gets its own section. I absolutely think there could be mind/emotional control going on: the "Something's wrong!" line from the season 2 trailer followed by Grimlock attacking (and Elita's line in the first episode about how attacking out in the open "isn't like" Swindle and Hardtop, but it's been a while since I watched that episode, so I don't have the exact quote), do set up some kind of mind control plot. The fact that Starscream's eyes are blue in what appears to be a flashback, means it makes less sense for the eye colour to represent what side Scream is on, plus a few other 'Cons don't have red eyes (Swindle and Skullcruncher have yellow-white). One theory I have that's mostly Because It's Cool is that it could be a way to represent that Scream really DOES see himself as (or is considered to be) the true leader of the Decepticons now. However, I don't think it's going to be that deep. Apart from Megatron, the only 'Cons who have consistently had red eyes so far are Soundwave (if you count the visor), and the other Seekers, Skywarp and Novastorm. It really could just be a detail that unifies the Seeker designs.

If GHOST are up to something nefarious, the upcoming season feels like the best time to reveal it. At the very least they're going to get called out for keeping Cons prisoner indefinitely. Idk if this will happen, but the theory that GHOST is using spark energy for something would be very fucked up and awesome to see.

I do think the 'Mandroid becomes Tarantulas' theory is solid, and there's been some stuff in season 1 that might have been hints towards it. When Mandroid is talking to Dorothy about his injuries, he says "[My Arachni-mechs] saved me, the only way they knew how." Which definitely could be seen as foreshadowing for him going through another near-death experience, and his Mechs save him 'the only way they can', by fusing with his body/turning him into one of them. If I remember correctly we didn't see Mandroid survive his big walking laboratory going down, so maybe Tarantulas shows up next season and the twist is it's Mandroid who got fused with his spiders after the lab went down. Again, I think it's just as likely to not happen as it is to happen, there isn't a lot of hard evidence - but if it does happen, there's moments in the first season that arguably pointed towards it.

Ratchet feels like one of the top contenders to show up. I'd love to see Cyclonus or Drift, but I feel like the show is going to prioritise Autobots from the Gen 1 team - from that list, I personally think Ironhide or Jazz could be cool to see.

It looks like the fucking Allspark!! In the background of Megatron talking to Shockwave!! So maybe the 'Cons managed to get the Allspark, and Megs still couldn't win the war with it. If I had to take a guess, Megs (and likely Optimus) realised that if the war continued to go on it would likely destroy their entire race. It's been shown a lot throughout the show (e.g. his argument with O.P. while fighting the casettes, his annoyance during the press conference in the season 1 finale) that Megs' highest priority is the safety and survival of the Cybertronian people, so it'd make sense (if only for the ES version) that he'd rather end the war/come to a compromise than lose everything. That also begs the question of where the Allspark is now, and I reckon Optimus hid it so GHOST couldn't get their hands on it (I wouldn't trust GHOST with it and I don't think Prime would either.

Now for Shockwave. Based on the trailer, it looks like a lot of what we were shown about Shockwave so far is through flashbacks (either multiple or a singular large one). Based on the energy field with very little behind it when he raises his blaster-arm, and the fact that the moon is a frequent motif with his character, Shockwave might very well be on the moon in those flashbacks (he could also be on the Nemesis, but I feel like you'd want a more stable base of operations to house the Allspark). It looks like Megatron was already on his way out of the 'Cons, and Shockwave intercepted him trying to take the Allspark. In the present, I think the Kids find Shockwave on Earth deactivated (when Thrash makes his joke about changing his shorts in the season 2 trailer, Shockwave's greyed-out body is lying in front of him!), and accidentally reactivate him. My big and way-out-there theory is that in the end, Shockwave either dies for real, or at least disappears for the rest of the season. I'm going to point to the toyline again. Shockwave's Earthspark figure is a recolour of his deluxe Cyberverse figure (which also makes the toy's design radically different from the show's design). I do own a recolour Transformer, and it's for Cyberverse Blurr. Spoilers for Cyberverse, Blurr shows up for one episode where he DIES in the end. So that makes me nervous about how the relationship between Blurr's show presence and toy could possibly apply to Earthspark Shockwave, whose only figure is a recolour of a past toy. It's possible the people behind the show didn't want to spoil the design early, but surely they'd put more effort into the figure if he was going to be a recurrent character.

So yeah, those are my theories about season 2. Sorry it started to get really long, but thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk about them! Whatever happens, I'm excited to see more of Earthspark!

#thank you for asking! #Transformers #Transformers Earthspark #I got real excited about Starscream Shockwave and weirdly Mandroid #okay to reblog #edit: read more has been added bc of length!

[swanimagines]

hi jenni! thank you so much for all of your writing, it's so good! i would love it if i could please get a romantic self ship for a drabble or oneshot, whatever your preference, with cato from the hunger games?

my name is lisa and i go by she/her pronouns! i have medium brown hair that goes a little bit past my shoulders, light brown eyes, and dark eyelashes. i am an entj because i get very focused on school/making sure i put 100% into any task in front of me. i paint, draw, spend a lot of time outdoors, write, and am social on varying degrees- i talk too much with people i know but not a whole lot with strangers. i think i'd consider myself to be ambitious, too. i pride myself on getting to know people well enough that i know how to phrase the smallest sentence so that it'll make them laugh.

a few things i cannot stand: people who send me writing requests with literally nothing to go off of (your remark about people sometimes treating writers like a machine is so on point!), slow walkers, people who litter, and arugula. why is it in salads there's no point??

ok i think that was a little too much lol but i can't wait!! thank you again! 🥰

(Ships are closed and it's unlikely I will ever do them again especially now when I'm no longer a Tumblr writer, this event was held only for my friends in December 2021)

I read this over a few times during writing (SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ARGH, I'm finally doing these as I'm preparing to wrap things up) and ALWAYS read "arugula" as "tarantula" and I was where the fuck do you live if tarantula salads are a common thing 😅 But I've heard many people don't like it, there's this 50's American diner styled restaurant in our northern neighboring city, and they put aragula in a lot of dishes, like on top of a nacho platter if you order it as a main course, I don't mind it but I understand why many do. Our cook here often puts nettle leaves in salads during summers, some of my Tumblr friends have been horrified by it before 😂

Also, I wanted to spend a moment to tell you how you're one of those people who kept me standing when I felt like I want to quit because of trolls and hate I got, or when things first started going south. You're an amazing person Lisa, and I'm sad to know that my time in the community might start to be up because it means I have to leave so many amazing people behind, like you. I have felt like this for a long time, over a year already, with some moments where I feel like I don't want to leave because accepting that I have to leave people behind hurts so much, to get rid of bad leaves I have to cut out some good leaves too. But during the time when I was part of the community, you were one of those people who grew to be important to me, whose comments I cherished, who I loved interacting with. I miss that time and I know I will miss it 5 years from now, when everything was still well. You will stay in my memories as one of those who supported me when I was feeling grim or like I can't write. Your comments were often simple and you didn't even say anything about the quality of my writing, like you commented "when will this be me? that's the goal babes." into one of my Kaz fics, and they still made me smile and feel good about myself and my writing/my effort to make people smile with my content. I do miss the interaction and the little community we had all that time ago, every time I publish something in AO3.

I hope you will stay in this community for a long time or if you ever decide to leave, you won't deactivate. I will surely visit your blog time to time, just to remember you, even if I won't be logged in. Reading our old asks and remembering how fun I had interacting with you. Or maybe someday I'll log back in and hit you with a message, who knows. I'll definitely pop by to tell you about meeting Freddy (+ Kit, Amita, Jessie, Archie and Dean) at least when I've come back from London in March and maybe send you pictures and videos from there.

But I want to thank you for being there and being such a good friend, the community is lucky to have you <3

Whoever first thought that the Hunger Games were a good idea to cope with lack of entertainment was a psychopath. Or no, anyone who thought it's good entertainment was a psychopath. Or a sociopath. To have bloodthirsty teenagers run across the forest killing each other was something Lisa had never understood - yet here she was, fighting off a girl who had found the little nest Lisa had built for an hour. She thought she had been good at camouflaging it, and she had maybe been too confident in herself as now she had a spear sticking through the side of her adobmen and a girl straddling her, trying to shove a knife into her throat.

Lisa flailed pathetically and the girl laughed. "You know, it's a pity to kill you. You could have become a famous author."

Splendid, one of Lisa's readers was about to kill her.

"It's a pity you will never read them once I do," Lisa hissed back and managed to kick the girl before scrambling backward, jerking her own knife out of her bag and throwing the cover aside. The girl rolled back before locking eyes with Lisa again. She eyed her own knife for a moment, and then at Lisa's knife. They both stood there for a moment, ready to fight, but then the girl lowered her knife. She clenched her jaw.

"You're lucky my knife isn't sharp enough to kill you at one go. I was unlucky when picking weapons. I mean, you'd think they provided us with new, sharpened ones," she said quietly and her eyes flickered at the spear sticking out on Lisa's side. "But if I'm lucky, that will kill you. Maybe maggots will nest there and you die by infection."

She took some steps backward, and then turned away, running into the night. Lisa groaned as the adrenaline started to fade and pain started to kick in.

"Motherfucker..." Lisa mumbled, looking at the spear. It hadn't gone through her, which made her curse even more. She definitely wouldn't be able to push the spear all the way through her body so she'd be able to snap it and pull it out to bandage it. She could try, and risk getting paralyzed in the process. Leaving it there, on the other hand, would lead to an infection. Either way, her game was over.

Lisa scoffed - authors rarely got killed by their readers. Lisa knew it wasn't personal, that girl had likely forced herself to be cold towards others for survival. She likely had a loving family, friends who prayed she'd make it home, that she'd win the Games. She did it for them. But the spear still didn't hurt any less.

Then, Lisa heard steps approaching her little tent. Rustle as a pair of feet hit the leaf-covered forest floor. She didn't even try to hide, if it was someone, they would likely be able to kill her in a heartbeat. So she waited, a moment, two. A shadow appeared to the doorway, and a figure crouched.

"Well, well, well. Someone else got the cutie before I could?" a voice said, that arrogant voice belonging to a guy Lisa had sparred with before the Games. They had had a flirting session, which felt kind of awkward now - she had called him cute too, and he had gotten visibly flustered.

"Cato," Lisa greeted the boy, rolling her eyes as he invited himself to step into Lisa's space. "Please, come in."

Cato's eyes flickered from her to her makeshift bed, to a few weapons Lisa had acquired. "Nice place. Nicer than mine, at least."

Lisa cocked an eyebrow. "I thought you formed a gang of some kind, where did you leave them?"

Cato sighed and scoffed. "Sleeping. I heard a noise coming from here and wanted to come and see what's happening and if I can join the fun."

Lisa looked at her wound and shrugged. "Well, my game is over. So, if you want to put me out of my misery..."

Cato scoffed, taking a hold of the spear and Lisa hissed at the feeling. "I did say that I wouldn't want a cutie like you dying among the first ones."

Then, a sickening crunch was heard and Lisa cried out, feeling blood gushing out of her backside. She felt some pressure a moment longer, before she saw Cato holding some bloody stick in his hand. It took her a moment to realise that the spear had disappeared, but blood was now gushing out of her adobmen. She quickly took a roll of bandage and started unwrapping it and wrapped it around herself and securing it with a pin.

She then looked up at Cato, searching his face. "You saved me."

Cato smirked, tucking a strand of Lisa's hair behind her ear. "Hunger Games is about dying in a fight. Someone has to see the life disappearing from your eyes as they twist a knife into your heart. It isn't entertainment if we all die by infections."

Lisa narrowed her eyes at him, trying to ignore the fact how tenderly he just touched her. "So you accept it as a form of entertainment?"

Cato hummed. "It's not like we have a choice. We are their entertainment, whether we want it or not. They're watching us right now, speculating if we'll be the tragic love story this season."

Lisa almost choked in her spit. "Love story? Us?"

Cato licked his lips, his smirk still on his face. "I just saved your life. We sit here peacefully, we aren't threatening each other. They probably think we're about to marry each other by now."

Lisa raised her eyebrows at him again, but then scooted away from him. "Well, when we meet the next time, those speculations will die."

Cato shrugged, standing up and started to back away towards the doorway. "Or then they won't. See, I'm not planning to be the one who kills you, unless you try to kill me."

With that, he disappeared into the night, leaving Lisa wondering what would happen within the next days - if Cato really meant what he said or if he just tried to manipulate her. If he was just trying to get close to strike when she least expected it.

But, a voice in her head said, maybe he was being genuine. Did Lisa's little flirting with him really do that, him going almost soft? What would happen if only the two of them would be left standing, would he kill her then? Or did he think she gets killed without it being him?

Lisa reclined on her makeshift bed, staring at the roof for a moment longer before letting herself to have a moment of rest before the next day - maybe she'd attempt to find Cato and manage to clear things some more.

#jen's 2k ships #2k celebration

[kittyball23]

Caught(a Hotel Transylvania fanfic)

Summary: Drac and Ericka get distracted as they prepare to go to Hotel Transylvania's Valentine's Day Bash

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Love was in the air, more than usual, as Valentine's Day swung around again in Hotel Transylvania.

Monster and human guests alike were joining in the annual festivities held at the hotel for the occasion, the most notable being the actual Valentine’s Day Bash that was held in the ballroom. The space had been decorated the night before by the zombie bellhops and witch maids, with a large assortment of white, pink, and red decorations all around the room.

Balloons, streamers, flowers, and ribbons hung everywhere, along with a huge banner hanging above the stage that read 'Zing Thing,' the theme of the bash. The lights were dimmed to a romantic glow and soft music was being played by the Zombie musicians - Zombie Mozart, Zombie Bach, and Zombie Beethoven. Couples entered into the ballroom arm in arm and smiling lovingly at each other - Frank with Eunice, Wayne with Wanda, Griffin with Crystal, Murray with his girlfriend, and Mavis with Johnny.

"Woah!" Johnny exclaimed with awe. "Your dad always throws the best parties. I can't wait to deejay!"

Next to him Mavis giggled. "In time, honey. You know dad always likes to kick things off, and he should be here any moment."

The redhead nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I know.” His attention was turned to his son who came running in under them with his wolf friend tagging along.

“No!” Dennis cried. “I’m too young to zing!”

But Winnie only giggled and continued after him. “Zing, zing!” she cried.

Mavis chuckled at the sight as she and Johnny seated themselves over at one of the tables near the stage. She checked the time on her phone. Things were going to start in about twenty minutes, and, knowing her dad, it would be right on time. He always liked to be orderly, so there was absolutely no doubt about that.

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Count Dracula in the meantime did not need a mirror to know that he looked his finest.

He made sure to take a little extra time to do himself up, sleeking back his dark hair, shining his fangs, and spritzing on the best cologne there was on his neck and shoulders. Satisfied, Drac put on the same casual clothing he had worn on the cruise ship nearly half a year prior - a black-and-orange Hawaiian shirt and some long white pants. Drac gave a nod as he did up the last of the buttons and slipped on his white loafers. He knew the effort was worth it very much this year. Because this time, Dracula wasn’t going to be sidelining on the activities and supervising. This time, he was actually going to be able to be a part of them, thanks to the lovely woman who was now his wife - Ericka.

He blushed even thinking about her. With her bright blue eyes, and short, curly platinum locks, and that adorable little giggle when she laughed... he just could never get enough. He felt so lucky to have her in his life, and he knew she felt the same way. That being said, the man couldn’t wait to give her his present for Valentine’s Day.

Double-checking that his clothes were smoothed down, he stepped out of his chambers and began to make his way toward the hotel attic where he had kept his gift stowed away.

The attic was a cluttered space, but after a quick search, he pulled out the small red box that he had kept stowed away inside of another cardboard box. He examined the gift for a moment, knowing she would love it, right before a soft voice interrupted his thoughts.

"What’s my Prince of Darkness doing, sneaking up here in the attic?"

Dracula whirled around, finding Ericka standing at the doorway with her arms crossed, a playful expression on her face. The man yelped, hiding the gift behind his back.

“Oh, ho ho… eh, nothing my sweet little tarantula. Just grabbing a little something before I head down to the party…”

Dracula trailed off, noticing her outfit for the first time. She wore a fiesta type dress, her signature choice of white but also with accents of red, yellow and orange. Voluminous frills adorned the sleeves and off-the-shoulder collar. To top it off, she wore a soft red rose behind her right ear. She was stunning, and Dracula felt a familiar fluttering in his heart as she approached him and waited for his opinion.

“Soo… what do you think?” she prompted.

“You’re… ravishing,” Drac whispered. Then he let out a sigh. “I doubt you even need this.” He pulled out the little box he was holding behind his back and opened it. Inside was a lacy black choker necklace, trimmed with gold and with a shiny red ruby in the center.

Ericka smiled. “It’s beautiful,” she said. Then she turned around so that the back of her neck faced him. “Put it on me?”

Dra nodded and moved it, carefully placing the choker on her slender neck and latching it on. He stepped back to take another look at her and his breath hitched.

“Oh who am I kidding,” he said to her. “I know I said you looked ravishing, but… oh, honeybat, ravishing can’t even begin to describe you,” he murmured, a little half-dazed.

She blushed, fixing the rose behind her ear. “And handsome is too much of an understatement for you.”  

Dracula straightened, and smoothed back his already immaculately-kept hair. “Well, there’s a reason they call me the Dark Prince Charming,” he joked.

Ericka raised an eyebrow. “Do they, now?” He was about to continue, but she strolled up to him so that they were face-to-face. All confidence he had vanished as she gazed at him intently and placed her hands on his vest shirt. “It suits you,” she said in a low voice.

She ran her hand sensually down his chest, and he bit back a groan. The feeling was amazing. Dracula became so lost in it that he almost was unaware as her hands continued to venture lower. And lower. He snapped back to reality when they reached the rim of his pants.

“Ericka!” he tried to say with assertion, though it came out more as a squeak. “We are going to spend time together later, remember?”

She gave a short laugh in reply. “And who says I can’t steal my own husband away for just a few minutes?”

Dracula opened his mouth to argue, but the feel of her fingers delicately stroking the outline of his jaw quickly shut him back up. A lump formed in his throat. Four months of being married to her and he still felt like a bundle of nerves whenever she displayed affection to him. The same could not particularly be said for Ericka. Despite having been unaccustomed to intimacy before Drac, he found she was a fast learner, and the days of timid inexperience were soon far behind her. She knew exactly what turned him on, and she was using it to her advantage.

“Ericka,” he said a little more urgently, gently pushing her hands away from the now undone belt buckle.

She sighed. “Fine, I’ll hold off on that. But at least give your wife some attention.” She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, kissing him lightly on his flushed cheek. She continued, leaving a trail across the sensitive skin of his neck and weakening his resolve all the more. He shuddered involuntarily, feeling the familiar tingle of arousal blooming fervently within him. It was too much to resist, and he knew it. Finally, he gave up trying to fight with reason. With a growl, he cupped her face in his hands and promptly crushed his lips to hers, all else forgotten.

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Mavis in the meantime, checked her phone once again for the time. There was only a minute left until midnight. The event was supposed to start, and her dad was still nowhere to be seen. Looking out among the crowd, she noticed that no one else really seemed concerned at the wait, the couples invested mostly in each other as would be expected for a Valentines event.

Next to her, Johnny noticed her apprehension and offered some words of comfort.

“Chillax, Mave, I’m sure your Dad’s on his way! Maybe he's, you know… occupied.”

Mavis considered his words and nodded. “Yeah… I mean, big hotel, so there’s bound to be something that came up. Maybe another clogged toilet, or a burst pipe.”

To her surprise, Johnny chuckled. “That’s not quite the occupied I was thinking about,” he said.

Mavis looked at him quizzically, but then shrugged. “Well, regardless, I’m going to go look for him.”

Johnny nodded and stood up. “All right, but I’m going to get things started over here.” He eagerly made his way up to the DJ booth, slipping on a cap backwards on his head and facing the crowd.

"Who's ready to jam out with DJ Johnny?!" He called out.

Excited roars and shouts rang throughout. Johnny beamed at their enthusiasm. "All right! Let's get this party started then!" Quickly sifting through his playlists, he chose an upbeat song and started to play it over the speakers. The room was soon booming with music and couples raced to the dance floor to start boogying.

But Mavis tuned it out as she got up and began walking out of the ballroom. Her dad was never late to events.

Where could he be? __________________________________________

Dracula was… distracted. The source of his distraction came in the form of his wife, her lithe form pressed against his as he captured her lips hungrily. He felt her kiss back with equal fervor, her delicate hands moving from their place around his neck and traveling up to his smooth hair. Her fingers combed through the silken black strands, tugging softly each time he pulled away as her own subtle reminder for him not to leave her lips absent for too long. She was overwhelming to his senses - her sweet taste better than any blood he might've drank; her intoxicating aroma, fresh and floral; her touch as gentle as a feather's; the melodic sound of her voice as she gasped out in pleasure; the sight brilliant blue eyes, that were full of love that was reserved only for him. He sighed in bliss, and could do no more than continue closing the short distance between them again and again. __________________________________________

"Dad?" Mavis called once again, and, once again,  she received no response. She crossed her arms and got pensive. He wasn't in his room. He wasn't in the kitchen. He wasn't tending to some suite in disorder. She frowned. So then, where is he?

Then, she heard a sound coming from further upstairs that interrupted her train of thought. It was long and low, and she soon came to recognize it as a moan. While moaning was a common thing for ghouls and ghosts, it wasn't particularly a thing for other monster types, vampires included. Was her dad sick? Was he in pain? Worry gripped at Mavis as she followed the sound up to what ended up being the attic. Wasting no time, she threw the door open in haste.

"DAD!" she gasped in surprise. As Johnny had suspected, he was indeed occupied and with Ericka, though catching them now was much different than the last time she caught them, with Ericka having pulled the axe from his head. In fact, Mavis would have preferred to see that than what she saw now. The two were pressed closely together, lip-locked and making out without a seeming care in the world. Her sudden shout had broken the spell.

"Mavis!" he cried, pulling apart from Ericka in an instant. He tried to stand up straight in a manner meant to look dignified, but his appearance was anything but. The hems of his shirt were wrinkled, his hair an unruly mess, and his flushed face was covered in lipstick marks. He stared at his daughter with widened eyes and an expression that relayed how startled he was to see her.

Mavis was simply appalled. Her dad was usually so composed, so dignified and professional. To see him like this was a shock. He looked no better than a teen in his hundreds!

Before either could speak up, Ericka, who had thus far remained quiet and poised, broke the awkward silence. "Sorry Mavis," she said, "I was keeping him all to myself. Whatever he needs to go do, he can do it now."

Mavis stood, eyes wide and lips zipped tight. She didn’t know what to think of this situation. This I-didn’t-have-to-see-this-but-that’s-how-things-are-now kind of surprise. Struggling to move on from what she saw, she tried to respond.

“Right… uh… The, um, Valentine Day Bash already started. Well, err… I mean, Johnny kicked it off, but it hasn’t been too long. They should be starting the ballroom waltz soon.”

Ericka’s eyes lit up. “Great! I’ll come with you now, and your dad can have a minute to arrange himself before he comes.”

Mavis nodded and opened her mouth to address her father again, but quickly shut it again at the sight of his dissarayment. Ericka instead addressed him.

“I’m expecting a dance in a few. Don’t be late.” She gave him a quick peck on the lips and turned away, tugging a grossed-out Mavis along with her. Dracula stared after his wife with a lovestruck look in his eyes and a dopey grin on his face, garbled gibberish being his only response.

“Ali-boo-boo….!”

#hotel transylvania #dracula #ericka van helsing #mavis dracula #johnny loughran #love #caught #kissing #making out #valentines day 2023 #fanfiction #kittyball writes

[echantedtoon]

Demon Bride Ch27 Outer Mercy

(WARNING!!!: Karaku IS his own warning, some innuendos, Fighting which will include decapitation, stabbing, biting, scratching, beating, and limbs being cut/ripped off, VERY MUCH GORE, LOTS of blood, some electrocution by Sekido, some people being sliced to pieces by Rui, Kaigaku going chop chop with his sword, Karaku's head literally getting exploded in one point, attempts to claw poison wysteria at the brothers, Y/n clawing her own body at one point BUT ONLY one time, and of course lots of cussing. Urogi's face is somewhat messed up and he almost drowns. Aizetsu gets poisoned by Rui. Karaku also gets kicked in a very unfortunate place. Some people get blown away by wind and crash land, Zohakuten's dragon attempts to eat someone.Rui bites Aizetsu a second time. Reader's head exploded literally. Urogi gets tortured a bit by Rui. ZOHAKUTEN gets pierced through the chest by a branch.)

He couldn't breath.

He couldn't move. 

He was going to die and there wasn't anything he could do to stop it! 

Muscles were tightening up so much that they cramped up in the most pain he had ever experienced in his life. It was getting harder for his lungs to expand. His throat was starting to clench tight that he choked on any air he could get inside him. Too little oxygen to even say anything. His sight was starting to blur next, tears streaming down his face and falling to the ground. He long since couldn't hear much of anything as he felt his body start to shut down in on himself. It hurt...He was going to...

He didn't even...get to say goodbye...

He wouldn't even..get to tell them...

"I'm sorry....I love you..."

"I'm sure they love you too." A soothing hand touched his face. The cramped, tightened muscles almost relaxing as it did so. Aster flowers filling what little oxygen he was able to get. "You're hurt."

Who was this? A reaper? Was it a spirit? He couldn't have been dead yet, at least he didn't think so. He still felt pain. Wait. If he was in pain still does that mean he went to hell? No,no. The spider venom must've reached his brain already and gave him hallucinations no matter how comforting or real it felt. Funny how in your most feared moments, your senses heighten and you're highly aware of things. But then why did he feel his left hand lift? A pained wheeze couldn't help but escape his throat not enough oxygen to even wail in agony. Whatever soft thing holding his hand paused just staring at it before the same voice chimed back in.

"This looks like a spider bite but even a tarantula couldn't be big enough to leave THIS big of a wound....Oh no." He whimpered as something skimmed over the wound on his hand. "Rui." There was a hitch in his breath. "Shh. Shh. Don't worry. You'll  be alright. I'm NOT going to let you die."

Something strong pulled him into an embrace against a chest. An arm pushed it's way under his back and legs and he felt weightless. His head falling to lay quietly in the crook of his shoulder as he was lifted. Slowly blue eyes opened, looked up, and it was like all the breath was squeezed out of him again. Moonlight shined off purple orbs perfectly as a gentle smile was given back to him. 

"You're going to be alright. Just hang in there for a little bit longer. Breath with me. Breath in through your nose and out of your mouth in deep slow breaths. You need to relax your body to slow the effects."

His gaze met one he'd never seen before gazing down at him with such tenderness he'd never been held in (literally-) before she turned back away from him and began moving faster than he was. He could almost fall asleep like this. Laid in the crook of this lovely one's kindness, just watching the moonlight bounce off her eyes, the beautiful scent of aster flowers lulling him to sleep. Unconsciously he curled into the warmth of the body listening to the heartbeats..A hand of his reached to his own chest as he felt his own heart beats. And sighed knowingly. He was glad his father was so considerate to find him a bride so perfect.

A WAIL OF AGONY CRIED OUT INTO THE NIGHT.

"You little brat!! This isn't any fun!! When I get my talons struck into you I'll- GGGAAAARRRHHHGGG!!!"

A small pale figure hummed before stretching out the webbing in his hands before clasping his hands together and the wailing stopped. "It seems like you're mistaken about who's holding power over the other now."

Next to him Kaigaku was just watching the dangling harpy demon get pulled apart and sliced by the sharp webs he was tangled up in. The small fry had introduced himself as Rui when he had asked him for a name and then the child calmly and casually started to torture the third demon after having his head sliced off by Kaigaku. He made no efforts to stop Rui from producing blood red webbing and securing the scum between two trees to them manipulate him like a puppet on a string. If anything he found it amusing and a bit intriguing to see the new Upper Moon Fours so powerless against them..If he was being honest he expected more of a challenge from demons more than five ranks above him. But that still begged the question-

"Are you going to answer this time then you bastard?" Kaigaku felt his patience wearing thin for this and his katana never resheathed even if the threats were taken cared off. He stared at the back of the decapitated head dangling from a web. Rui had told him it would be safer to point Urogi's head away from them since he can use his voice to stun others. "What. Do you. Want. With. MY. Fiance?!"

"And My mother." The threads creaked as they were splayed out again, slower between his fingers. "I find it insulting  you would try to separate us."

Urogi hissed fangs grinding against each other hard when he felt one thread in particular tighten around his right fingers threatening to snap them all off his hand. Annoying brat!! Dam samurai!! He couldn't even blast his way out using his voice! They kept him facing away which wasn't doing him any favors at the moment. 

"I TOLD you!! We only really WANT that dam brat!! It was the entire plan!! We were only going to take him but the girl wouldn't let him go and she was taken along for the ride!!" Although...Now Urogi DID want her and Karaku as well by the sounds of him. Threads tightened more- "AHRG!! I SWEAR THAT'S IT!!"

"THEN WHY DID THAT FUCKING BROTHER OF YOURS TELL ME THAT SHE'S SUPPOSED TO MARRY ONE OF YOU UNWORTHY ASSHOLES?!"

"OW- Our father met her in the woods! She agreed to it when he offered it up on a silver platter!"He dared to chuckle. "Guess you're not as romantic as- AH!!"

Rui narrowed his eyes. "Why have you been chasing me? I couldn't possibly have anything you'd desire."

"It's not us that wants you brat!! We were ordered to come get you!"

"Ordered by who?"

"GAAHAAA!! THE MASTER!! THAT'S WHO!!"

Kaigaku took that moment to pause..and slowly turn to the head facing away from them. Did he just-...Did he say the MASTER?! As in...THE Master?! His eyes widened. Why would the most powerful demon of all time want to order these assholes to get a bloody runt of a child of all people?! He was just a little boy!! No real life experience what do ever. It made him growl and s harsh fist grabbed at the head's throat making it hiss as it was forcefully turned to face his snarl.

"Now why would HE of all people want you to do that?"

Urogi gave a snarl back eyes narrowing. "I. Don't. Know. Im only following orders."

The black nailed hand released the head and pushed it away. Great. This entire situation just kept getting better and better didn't it? Now what was he supposed to fucking do about it?! It's not like it could be any worse with the Master now involved in the mix- His ear twitched. Footsteps came running back up towards them from the back and it caused both demons to spin around, katana raised and face snar-....He blinked...ling- What the fuck was that-

"Mother,  why are you carrying that demon?"

The footsteps weren't from one of the Upper Moon Four Brothers. It was from a woman running towards when with a demon in blue cradled bridal style in her arms. He could only stare jaw dropped in disbelief as the woman literally ran up with ONE OF THEIR ENEMIES cradled like a child in her arms and jolted to a stop panting in front of the actual pale child who offered up the threads between his fingers out to her. 

"It's a little too late for me to be to be  torturing him considering he's not going to survive past another hour or so." The red webs creaked. "But I can still slice him to pieces however if you oh so wish-"

"NO!" Immediately the woman pulled the cradled demon away from Rui's outstretched hands which surprised the boy that he'd even get a scowl from her in the first place. "Rui, you poisoned him! "

"Yes. I already mentioned that. Honestly Im a little impressed he hasn't died as of yet, usually it doesn't take so long for someone to die from the Spider Clan's venom, but he must hold a lot more power than I thought if his body's able to fight it." He paused hands slowly lowering. An intense stare being given at the barely breathing demon I'm blue. "Hm. In fact,  it probably won't kill him. He could just sleep it off and be fine the next morning."

"Rui." A scowl crossed the woman's face, an expression of anger and one that paused the younger one in his tracks. It was also a look Kaigaku knew and seen, but neither expected the next sentence to tumble out of her mouth. "You better have an antidote for this."

"Of course I do. It would be stupid if I didn't in case something went bad."

"Well then what is it?!"

The threads creaked as his pupil shrank in size and slowly looked back up to her. ''Are you telling me to heal this man?..Mother." Threads creaked more. "I thought you knew better than tha- AH!!"

Kaigaku blinked. Behind him Urogi yelped as his body tumbled down from the trees and landed with a loud thud behind him followed by an 'OOF'. The woman who was fiercely fighting an Upper Rank one moment ago, had detached a hand away from the cradled man held in her arms only to latch itself onto the boy's ear and tug painfully causing Rui to stumble on his words and hiss at the new pain he's never experienced from any of his other parents.  Something new. Rui. For the first time ever. Was being reprimanded and scolded.

"Rui Ayaki!! You better do as I say young man!!"A long string of 'Ow, ow, ow' left his mouth as she hissed and narrowed her eyes in the way only a mother demon could, tugging the child closer whom had one eye closed as his tinier hands hitting the arm attached to him. "Haven't I told you hurting people because they anger you is wrong?! Self defense is one thing but when you do it deliberately that just makes you as bad as them! Now are you going to tell me the antidote or am I going to have to give you a harsher punishment?!"

"Ok! Ok! Ok! I will, I will! Just please let go!" Her eyes narrowed more... before she let go and he hissed a hand rubbing his ear with a whimper, but judging by the scowl on her face, she wouldn't fall for those puppy dog eyes. "Hmph! I don't see why you'd want to heal him-"

"Rui!", She warned.

"I have a counter venom." He pouted looking annoyed at her. "If I bite him a second time with the different venom it'll go through his bloodstream and eliminate the original deadly venom he first received. He might feel exhausted afterwards but he should be fine considering his body is doing a good job countering the venom by itself anyways."

"Do it."

"W-What?"

"Bite him again and cure him. NOW!!"a Kaigaku and Rui exchanged glances- "And untie that man behind you this instant! I didn't drag him out of a lake for him to die either!"

"... Alright Mother. If that's what will please you, but if they try anything else I won't hesitate to kill without mercy."

Shallow breathing escaped the cradled form. He barely was able to register something moving in on him, barely able to feel something move his arm, barely knew something pushed his sleeve push back from his arm- What he did feel was the sharp pierce of fangs into flesh. A throb of pain pulsated throughout his body. Blue eyed pupils shrank. A head was thrown back. Fangs were exposed from a mouth. And he shrieked.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The cry of a pain echoed throughout the world, echoing out into the night and causing all of the creatures to stir and flee from them. ..Well all except a few of them.  Red and yellow eyes looked up at the sky, and started heading towards the shriek that called him forth. Those idiots. They couldn't even manage to catch a child by themselves could they? No wonder he always had to tag along with them on every mission. Sigh. Oh well. By the sounds of it Aizetsu was in trouble again. Figures. The youngest of his quadruplet brothers always seemed to fall behind in these things. No matter. He'd fix it like he always did. He just hoped they didn't mess it up too much. 

A shivering mess of a man curled up into a warm body as yellow eyes narrowed up at the other demons. Urogi currently held his poisoned brother close to himself protectively. Aizetsu just trembled leaning against Urogi as a kind hand rubbed his shoulder soothingly. A sweet voice cooing about how brave he was and that he would be ok. Eventually he turned his head with a whimper and held his arms out, of course the sweet person was kind enough to bring him into an embrace.

"T-T-This is the most u-unbareable pain I-Ive ever been in." He leaned further into her hold as Urogi joined as best as he could, making direct eye contact with A furious Kaigaku as he gave a little bird like chirp that earnt him a fascinated hand rubbing his cheek.

"I never knew demons could make those sounds."

"Just me feather.~ And they're all for you.~" he waggled his brows making Kaigaku seeth. "What fortune that two of us would be saved by such a beautiful woman on the same day.~"

Aizetsu sighed snuggling into the place under her chin. "I think I've fallen quite hard and I can't get back up without you.~"

Kaigaku. SEETHED. His fangs grit together hard enough to possibly crack from the pressure but still those two dared to rub it in his face- Ok. Only Urogi did but he still had no right touching HIS woman!! Despite the threatening katana held shaking in rage, Urogi only gave off a disgusting Birdy till that had her cooing in curiosity and wiping a hand across his cheek. He was lucky his wings were still weighed down by water and Y/n was close enough to be hurt if he tried swinging. Dam him!! Otherwise he would've found his head lobbed off again. 

"Y/n. Let's GO now before those other bastards come back!!," He yelled pointing a hand at them. "That red eyed assholes gonna find his head eventually and that pervert won't be gone forever!"

"I agree. I won't have enough venom to take care of all of them all. We should flee while we still have time to."

She sighed and made to get up. A sad chirp leaving Urogi and Aizetsu being nothing but a whimpering mess whining when she shifted her hold on him and pushed him towards Urogi's arms instead. Blue sleeved arms grabbed weakly at her kimono sleeves as she attempted to push him away and stand.

"Nnnnooooo," he whined making weak grabbing motions at her. "Stay with me I beg you. *Sniff* I love you."

"Technically I called dibs first...But we can share if that makes my baby brother feel better."

"LIKE HELL YOU ARE!!" A pale grey hand grabbed the woman by the back of her kimono yanking her away and into the arms of Kaigaku who hissed. One arm holding her firmly against his side, the other holding his katana at them. The blood from beheading the Demon brothers still staining the shiny steel. "SHE'S TAKEN!! M.I.N.E. TAKEN!! AND ITLL BE A COLD DAY IN HELL BEFORE THE LOT OF YOU ALL SEDUCE HER FROM ME!!"

"You're being dramatic, Kaigaku." She hissed from his side and pushed against his arm. "There's no more danger anyways so why don't you just let u-"

BUM

Everyone froze as they heard it. A strong heartbeat floating over the rustling of tree branches creaking and leaves rustling against themselves as it's terror pierced their heats with ice and made wondering eyes look around wildly in the darkness.

BUM BUM BUM BUM

What was that sound? It sounded so familiar to him yet so different than anything he's ever heard at the same time. Both Upper Moon Four Brothers looked up to the sounds as well silently before they both exchanged looks with each other, and Urogi spread a wide smile across his face and chuckled. That chuckle caught the attention of blue-black eyes snapping back at him.

"What is that?" Little footsteps shuffled closer until Rui hid himself behind the woman's legs looking around wide eyed. "The drum man?"

"...No. It can't be Kyogai." Kaigaku said slowly suspicion making his eyes narrow at the harpy. Urogi wouldn't be smiling like they've won if it was Kyogai. Both of them ranked far higher than him so there's no way he'd be intimidated by the ninny. It also wouldn't make sense for him to be out here. He doubted Lower Moon Six knew where they were, and besides that didn't sound anything like Kyogai's drum. His Tsuzumi drums were more high pitched and light. This drum's beats were much, much deeper and louder. His sixth sense bristled with the aura of  a much more powerful presence. His eyes narrowing more and snarling at Urogi. "That's NOT him."

Then who could it be-

B U M

Birds flew out past the moon overhead as they were shrieked and cawed in fear from a rumbling deep in the forest. Making him snap his attention towards the trees behind them. Something moved. Thickened creaking and groaning noises like that of thick trees swaying in the wind, except there was something..VERY wrong about all this. No wind was blowing and even if it was no wind could move a tree in such a way to produce such noises no unnatural. He glared at the shadows of creaks and groans. They weren't alone. And it WASN'T one of the four demons they already fought. The many pairs of eyes peered around in the darkness silent except for the wooden hellish noises and Urogi's constant giggles which weren't helping at all. The katana was raised in the air- Kaigaku's head snapped to o the left, eyes wide, and then the world tumbled. The woman shrieked as an inhumanly fast push forced her to the ground, just as the child screamed at something forced over him. Both sprawling onto the cold dirt ground. Just as something  HUGE and LARGE and DEADLY LAUNCHED ITSELF OUT AT KAIGAKU FROM THE TREELINE. The thunder breathers pupils shrank as a monster of wooden fangs and death came at him mouth wide open. He made to duck, really he did, but something grabbed onto his arm and sunk into the flesh and clothing. Kaigaku screamed as he was thrown up into the air carried away by a serpant made of wood.

"KAIGAKU!!!"

Her eyes only widened hearing the screech from his lungs before forcing herself to roll on her back. And purple eyes could only widen as she saw the demon snarling like a rabbid animal cursing and bashing his empty free hand into the wooden dragon head over and over again while it dangled him I'm mid air. Oh no, oh no- That dragon! Monster!... Creature?! Whatever it was, it had Kaigaku's sword arm in its mouth!! That wasn't good!! Kaigaku couldn't fight without his sword!!

"MOTHER!! LOOK O-"

B U M

BANG-!!!

  Dirt and smoke flew everywhere as an explosion went off right next to the woman. Her body was thrown up into the air, and as light as a feather her body flew. Lightness coursed through her body leaving her with nothing but a sudden weightlessness, her ears rang when there wasn't any silence. The sight of Rui being half dangled from the mouth of a second wooden dragon graced her eyes for just the briefest of seconds, his mouth open in a silent scream as his hands uselessly hit the wooden mouth holding him hostage.  Another and another dragon head gathering around the first two. And then the full feeling of her weight  came back down onto her. Her body thudding against the ground and rolling.  Instincts that weren't hers kicked in and a few rolls later  she stopped herself on her knees. A hiss escaping her throat and fangs bared at the new threat.

H I S S!!!

"Must you both always be the ones that need help the most?" A smaller figure stepped out into the moonlight. "I swear it's so dam annoying."

Urogi laughed. "Hey baby brother. You arrived just on time to have fun!"

"*Sigh* It's always games with you and Karaku."

A new brother had appeared. And  he was intimidating. He was younger than the other older brothers,  and couldn't have been older than fifteen or sixteen years old at most. When he continued to walk into the moonlight towards his brothers, the more feathers were revealed to the eye. These demons were definitely related to one another. They all had the same skin tone,  forehead horns, and messy black hair. The only difference was that this younger demon had much shorter hair than the others. The black hakama pants he wore was decorated in gold and patterned cloth, same as his chest when a golden armor plate sat resting on his torso, while a pair of purple earrings dangled from his ears. In all honesty he looked a lot like a younger version of Sekido but there was really two major differences. The first was his eyes. He was the only demon to have his pupils be a different color than his sclera, pupils being golden in color and sclera being red. The second thing was the floating ring of drums just drifting behind his back. It wasn't even attached to him!! Just floating there just an inch from his back. How was he doing that?! He held two things that looked like thick wooden sticks in his hands and she got the impression they were a lot deadlier than she thought. He stopped in front of his two brothers before lazily turning his head to the woman now standing and hissing at him...he rose a single brow.

"A woman? Tch. Don't tell me it took you so long because Karaku was distracted by a pretty face again...Where is that idiot anyways?"

"Haha! He was blown away quite far and I think Sekido lost his head again."

The younger brother gave him a look. "'Again?' Gods above you four are as incompetent as a headless chicken! Fine then. I'll fix this."

With a hiss the woman ran forward, claws out and teeth bared at the younger demon who didn't even bat an eye-

BUM

Blood sprayed the ground as a pressure unlike anything she's ever felt blasted out. The trees creaked and cracked under the pressure. Branches fell out from the tops of the trees and hit the ground with many thuds, leaves scattering the ground like an unholy offering. Bones cracked and a body was sent thudding along the ground until what remained of her laid there. Headless. Breathless.

D E A D

"NNNNOOOOO!!!"A voice pierced out through the air. Terror, shock, and pain echoed out into the woods. But it wasn't a stranger's cry. If it was Zohakuten wouldn't have paid attention. It was the familiar voice that made the young demon snap his head to the brother of yellow eyes whom cried out on anguish and stared in horror at the sight. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! OH! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE D O N E?!"

"What's the big deal? It's just a weak woman who wasn't smart enough to back away."  Aizetsu was acting strangely. Not wailing like Urogi who gave a Hawks cry of pain and slapped a wing on the ground. However both were looking as if their own father was killed in front of them. "Why are you two acting like this?"

"N O!!" 

A taloned hand clawed at the dirt leaving deep claw marks in the dirt. It puzzled the younger brother at his brothers' reactions- AIZETSU. WAILED. A cry that carried over the world. That cry-  Zohakuten found his feet stumbling back a few steps, a blue eyed body weakly throwing itself out of taloned grips and pawed weakly at the ground before his weak arms gave out and sent himself face planting into the dirt. Deep sobs wracking his body to fight the globs of tears rolling down his cheeks for first place in the sorrow race. He could only stare... W-What the...What the hell was going on here? Why were they acting like this?! He hadn't seen them react this way since their mother's funeral.  What's gotten into them-

C R A C K!!!

He froze.  

Pain exploded from his body in the middle of his chest. Blood sprayed all over the ground as copper filled the air as his body went rigid. And every froze. And everyone stared at the Upper Moon Four. And the tree branch stabbed straight through his chest. It was a small one that still had leaves clinging into it now died red, and just small enough to pass through himself. He had froze in shock at the sudden attack... Before slowly looking down and just staring at the branch. ..Huh. That happened.

"...Im-.. Impossible."

Both brothers stared not at their baby brother. But at the woman behind him whom firmly gripped the other side of the branch. Veins bunched up all through her body as a silent glare shot through the slightly smaller demon before her. 

"N-No human could survive a beheading..."

Shocked silence still sounded out. Thick purple nails shot themselves into the branch deeply,veins surging throughout her arms. Zohakuten slowly looked back up. A feeling of rage coursing through silently. He slowly turned his head over his shoul-

BLOOD DEMON ART

The branch bloated up creaking.

FLORA BOMB

B O O M!!

A massive explosion went off. Blood went everywhere. Brothers shrieked and coward away at the strong smell of orange lilies. There wasn't any screams as Zohakuten disappeared partially. No sounds. No complaints. Just ...BOOM. And he was gone. Mostly. Blood dropped everywhere, including sprayed all over her body. In her claws was the smoldering remains of a branch which smelt strongly of smoke and orange lilies.  And there Zohakuten laid in a state of shock. Everything half his chest down gone in a flash, surrounding him was splinters of wood and blood splatters. The woods remained silent other than the sounds of crying and more curses from a furious samurai still up in the air-

"M O T H E R!! MOTHER, IT HURTS!! MAKE IT STOP!!"

....

THUD-

What was left of the branch was chucked aside as slow footsteps made their way slowly towards the wooden serpant holding the child. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Golden and Blue eyes wide turned their heads following the slow walking of the woman as she slowly, slowly walked no...She LIMPED, SLIGHTLY SWAYING as she stopped in front of the particular before pausing....And then slowly looking up at the beast. She seemed to silently think... Before in one motion thick purple arms shot down and each hand embedded within the flesh of her thighs dragging down slightly enough to stain her hands a red.

BLOOD DEMON ART

Claws were held back up, stained red and the blood literally dripping off in the shapes of rose petals emitting a dangerous Floral scent. 

PERFUMED SLASHES

C R A C K-

Rui cried out in fear as his world swayed dangerously from up in the air. His small hands digging into the bark and gripping painfully as the monster holding him roared out in pain loud enough to hurt his ears and waved it's head dangerously.  He cried out more as it dipped forward and he got a good look at the dizzying heights that made a light feeling ache in his feet and a heavy rock in his guts. He cried out again but that wasn't what made both struggling demons stop. It was the woman's shriek of pain that made the black haired samurai limp....before a death grip hardened on the katana before a low snarl escape his mouth, air sucked into his lungs, electrons surging on fire.

BLOOD DEMON ART THUNDER BREATHING FOURTH FORM DISTANT THUNDER

Rui screamed as splinters flew everywhere. Any grip leaving his body as he was tossed up just a few feet into the air..And then he found himself plummeting. Woods splintered as beasts were Slayer wood fell into the depths of the earth. And black abyss plummeted into night seething with vengeance.

"I had enough of this. It's just a girl and stupid child!" A deadly form loomed over the woman clutching her middle coughs being the only thing escaping her curled up form which shook from the gash her body endured. She was almost able to fully claw her way through one of his pets which wouldn't do at all. His incompetent brothers didn't even try to do anything to stop her!! It pissed him off to no end!! Of FUCKING COURSE he'd be the one who'd have to fix this. Splinters and wood starting to rain down as his cracks were formed. "AND IM TIRED OF YOU'RE INTERFERENCE!!"

Red-yellow eyes met blue-black ones. One of rage. One of an unknown inner emotion unknown to the first. A hand quickly raised.

BUM

One last beast opened its mouth. Fangs cascading open as deadly lightning spoke fourth. Aiming expertly at the black demon

BLOOD DEMON ART BOLT OF DEATH

He was finished. Blue and red lights flashed, charged with the promise of death and the guarantee of an end filled with pain and suffering no one would soon forget. Like he knew the lights were on their way to their target-

"ZOHA!!  NO!! LIGHTNING GIVES HIM STRENGTH-"

A swarm of fireworks exploded. Blinding lights lighting up the night and cultivating in one powerful pulsating pressurized beat. Enveloping black within their bright deadly hands to chase the darkness. However the abyss wouldn't be scared away so easily. As power surges, and hope for a few depleted, for once it wouldn't be the light that was the savior but death's dark lightning that charged with the force given by the dazzling fireworks.

BLOOD DEMON ART THUNDER BREATHING SIXTH FORM

Eyes met on his decent. The blackest bat out of hell. The stinging of hot iron never felt more welcoming to the embrace of his hands gripped and held high above his head. Air, oxygen, fuel to engage the burning fire of  death. Zohakuten's pupils shrank colorful fireworks dancing being replaced with blackened promises of vengeance.

RUMBLE AND FLASH

Black. That's the only thing that filled their eyesight as a sword struck down. And the earth trembled. Ground and earth shook. Dirt flew high from the crater made from contact. Bodies with their mouths open and detached heads lulling from their bodies. Pain shooting out alongside the silent screams. Black lightning blended into the night perfectly as trees fell, creaking and sending splinters flying in all directions. Animals cried out in fear from the avalanche of energy running for their lives. Until silence rang supreme. And all was still again.

Heavy breaths were given to the silence around him and not much else. The faint slight sizzling perhaps from the smoldering wood around them. The few cries of pain from three demons. And the whimpering cries of a curled up woman. Footsteps approached quickly towards a curled up woman laying on the ground, pale hands gripping onto the breathing flesh. And she was soon after lifted up from the cold cracked ground. Limp she was in his arms and easy to lift despite his own tiredness. He....He must've used a lot more energy in that final attack than he meant to.

"Is she alright?!" A tiny figure slowly descended from high above. Rui's feet then soon touched the ground as he let go of a single long thread of spider web. Thank goodness one of the nearby trees had withstood the lightning storm. He barely managed to shoot a web at it's branches in time to stop his fall. But he looked concerned as he toddled over to the other adults. "She's not dead is she?!"

"OF COURSE SHE'S NOT DEAD!!", Kaigaku snapped back annoyed at the small fry. "She just fainted is all!" In reality he was very relieved to see her just practically asleep, but the splatters of blood across the various parts of her body was highly concerning. "But ..She should be looked over."

Rui merely peered at the woman limp in his grip before pausing and snapping his head around behind them. "WATCH OUT!!"

Blackened eyes turned two late as a flash of green shot out from the darkness. "Yiu look like you're having fun! You wouldn't mind me joining would you?!" 

An arm was raised. Kaigaku had a choice to make. His arm did not go to his katana but a white kimono next to him.  FWAP!! screams rang out as a torrent of wind pushed through the air, MUCH MUCH MUCH stronger than all the others. And off it carried three screaming bodies into the night sky surrounded by wood debry and air. They echoed for a few seconds before silence again rang out. And then he laughed.

"THAT WAS SUCH FUN!! I'VE NEVER BEEN BLOWN AWAY BY MY OWN ATTACKS BEFORE!!" His heartbeats sounded loud and clear remembering a certain woman. "And I've never met such an exciting girl!!~ She makes my heart race and my adrenaline pump!~ I want to track her down and fight her again!!~ I'm going to have so much fun loving her!~"

"KARAKU YOU DAMMED IDIOT!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF WHAT YOU'VE DONE?!" 

The green eyed demon turned....and laughed at Sekido all soaking wet and holding his decapitated head. "Look at you! You look like Urogi dropped you in a lake! Did you seriously get your head cut off AGAIN?!"

"SHUT UP!! WHERE'S THE OTHERS?!"

"Um.." That WAS a good question. He looked around them and saw his three other brothers slowly starting to pull their sliced bodies back together again. "Over there. Over there...And a little bit up there."

"DAMMIT!! PULL YOURSELVES TOGETHER YOU IDIOTS!! WE HAVE TO FIX KARAKU'S FUCK UP!! AND FAST!!"

"HAHAHA! My mistake? How is this any of my fault?"

"YOU BLEW AWAY THE BRAT YOU STUPID IMBECILE!!" Karaku froze mouth open as reality struck him. "YOU ALSO BLEW AWAY THE GIRL WE COULD'VE USED AS BAIT!! NOW WE'RE FUCKING BACK TO SQUARE ONE BECAUSE OF YOU!!!"

"....shit."

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