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i-drop-level-one-loot · 1 month

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Ngl, you were one of the first tumblr blogs that awakened the monsterfucker in me, did not ever expect I would be here, uhh I love your work especially the alien pet one!! Anyways uhhhh can I request an NSFW cannibalistic giant x human reader, can be any gender, idk if this classifies as monster or not idk??

Sorry this took so long!

(Requests still closed, old request)

*NSFW* Yandere!Cannibalistic Giant x GN!Reader

Short drabble CW: death, abduction, animal death, no lemon just lime, non con touching, NSFW, hands-free orgasm

"Stop ignoring me."

Numb and silent, the abducted human sat as motionless as a living corpse. They had fought back for the first few weeks, crying and begging for their life, attempting escapes whenever they thought they had an opening, but now (Reader) understood that they truly had no hope of ever leaving the giant's side alive, and it killed them before he had a chance to.

When the campsite was attacked, they watched as their friends were torn apart, limbs easily ripped off of their bodies and devoured right in front of them. In the roulette of fight, flight, or freeze, (Reader) threw themselves at the monsters mindlessly, despite being barely thigh height in comparison. They stabbed one of the giants with a barbeque poker, but it barely pierced his thick flesh. He didn't even let out a sound of pain; it was like (Reader) had thrown a pillow at him and not attempted to spear him.

The fiery haired giant (Reader) had attacked picked them up by the back of their shirt like a cat, examining them long enough for their adrenaline to dissipate.

Shockingly, he did not eat them like he did their friends.

Instead the bloody giant hoisted (Reader) over his shoulder and left his brethren to continue the carnage.

For weeks the traumatized human sat by the giant's side, inescapable. He never hurt them, but threatened them nearly every day.

"If you try to run again, I'll bite your legs off."

"Such a pretty little human; I'm sure you taste just as good as you look."

"When I finally scalp you, your hair will make a fine necklace."

It became monotonous, the threats of harm and death, so when the young adult finally cracked, the words didn't startle them into reacting, even when he escalated his taunts.

"I told you to stop ignoring me." He warned, grabbing his victim under the arms like a child and raising them up to eye level. (Reader) felt as though they couldn't will themselves to care. Their life was already over: there was no hope.

He opened his mouth as wide as he possibly could, and slowly placed his captive's head inside. When he couldn't feel them squirm he slid them in deeper until his teeth scraped their collar bone and upper shoulder blades. His teeth gently dug into their skin. It was supposed to be intimidating, a reminder that at any moment he could and would eat them, but when he still couldn't feel them move he pulled them back out, his eyebrows knitted together in what was either concern or disappointment.

A loud chuckle rumbled like thunder from another giant who had been watching with amusement from across the way. "Uh oh, Pinyon! Looks like you broke your new toy!"

The abductor harrumphed before carrying (Reader) somewhere private, grumbling out a venomous sounding "They aren't my toy.."

In the seclusion of his tent, he suddenly had a change of attitude, acting in a way he had never done before. He pressed his face against their stomach while holding their back in a fashion that felt like a caress. Tears formed out of confusion at the seemingly tender action. They had already accepted their death, so why was he hugging them?

"Interesting little one.." the giant's voice vibrated across their abdomen. "Please do not ignore me.."

When he was a child, Pinyon found a squirrel that had fallen out of a tree. He didn't know what was wrong with the animal, but it seemed injured, and it sounded like it was struggling to breathe. Meat was meat. It didn't matter what the meat was, everything the tribe found was food for them, whether it was animal or human. However, this wasn't a conquest, it wasn't a fight. It was his first struggle. The poor thing was struggling.

Pinyon picked up the little creature, unsure of why his chest felt so heavy. The thing bit him. It didn't hurt, and it didn't anger him. It made him happy. To see it fight back. The action showed Pinyon that the squirrel was still alive, and that it was going to be fine. He cared for the squirrel as tenderly as a human cared for a pet dog; bringing it food and gently trying to nurse it.

Then, the squirrel died.

That was it. He went to feed it, and it was limp. There was no sound, no blood, it just stopped.

When you're raised to eat whatever is given to you, when you're told that "meat is meat", it's easy to forget that the creatures screaming for mercy are alive.

He didn't know why, it wasn't the first time someone had fought back, and it wasn't his first human kill..

But the look on the little human's face as they leapt out at him with a pitiful excuse for a weapon reminded him of that squirrel.

"It doesn't matter if you hate me, or if you're scared of me. Even if it's to scream at me, don't ignore me."

The brief kindness was over in a second, the confusion and hope leaving (Reader's) body as quickly as it came. Just as the tears began to form and the weight lifted off their shoulders the giant squeezed them closer to his face and breathed in deeply. Wearing only their tattered undergarments, his breath felt hot against their bare stomach. It was an intimate gesture that gave birth to a new kind of fear, one that (Reader) hadn't previously considered.

His wet tongue left his mouth and poked their gut.

It wasn't the first time he had tasted them, but there were no promises of pain and consumption this time; instead there was a half lidded expression on his face that made (Reader) instinctively clamp their thighs shut.

Their hands flew to his face as they pathetically attempted to push him away with all of their strength. But the struggle seemed to excite him more, as he began licking their stomach more intensely, planting kisses along the tops of their pelvis as he traveled lower down their body.

"STOP!" (Reader) cried out as they bruised their fists on his forehead. Their body was quivering involuntarily as his drool began to mix with their sweat, dripping down towards their underwear. Pinyon's lips were too close to their last shred of apparel, and they felt shame as his breath tickling their body felt physically pleasurable.

"Is this what I need to do now-" his words agitated their sensitive body, making them arch their back in an attempt to put distance between is mouth and their crotch, "-so you'll stop ignoring me?"

(Reader) loudly sobbed, knowing that he could see how wet their clothing had become. It wasn't because he was attractive, or because they wanted him. The way he was holding them, the warm words hitting their lower half, it stained their underwear with arousal. The abductee wanted to beg him to look away, to explain that it wasn't him, that they weren't turned on. But only sobs came out as his sharp teeth slid into the underpants' belt line and tore their last line of defense down to their ankles.

#sorry for the wait #yandere #yandere x reader #gn reader #yandere monster #yandere monster x reader #cw death #cw mentions of cannibalism #cw animal death

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der3ality · 1 year

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#weirdcore #aesthetic #oddcore #weirdcore aesthetic #2000s web #early 2000s #sorry for the wait #angels #angel numbers #clouds #signs #peaceful #paint.net

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fastlikealambo · 4 months

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Connubium.|| Coriolanus Snow x Black Fem Reader Chapter Eight

table of contents.

Chapter One.

Chapter Two.

Chapter Three.

Chapter Four.

Chapter Five.

Chapter Six.

Chapter Seven.

Summary: Stealing from The Capitol is a deadly offense, yet you’ve done it more times than you can count but when you do something you should not have done, Volumnia Gaul decides a fate for you that might just be worse than death.

Notes: This takes place post The Ballad of Songbirds And Snakes and Coryo is in his last year at The University, studying under Dr. Gaul. This will not follow canon, I’m not an expert on all the lore so I apologize if I get things wrong.

Disclaimer: You know Coriolanus is a POS, I know Coriolanus is a POS, please don’t yell at me because this is just a fun little story, something for thee hotties, and if you feel that strongly against President Snow, please let me know if you’d like me to sign you up for tessarae.

18+ only

Thanks for the love and messages on chapter seven! If you want to see chapter nine, comment or reblog, feedback makes me want to continue!

“You heard it here, if you want to find the love of your life, just throw yourself into traffic! If you’re just tuning in at home, I’m Lucky Flickerman and we’re wrapping up here with Coriolanus Snow, our very own candidate for President and his lovely fiancée! Before we go, is there anything you lovebirds want to say to the people watching at home?”

The lights were too hot, your dress felt plastered to your skin, but you gave Panem a big toothy smile and looked right into the camera.

“I just want to thank everyone for their kindness and hard work throughout the campaign so far.” You said, grasping Coryo’s hand, the light catching your engagement ring.

“A brighter future is just beyond the horizon and as long as we come together, we can build a better Panem.” Coryo said, giving your hand a squeeze.

“And we’re clear! I can’t wait for your wedding, I’ll be the one with the mic, have you gotten my dietary restriction brochure?”

The wedding was less than two days away and the election month after and it was all just so much.

How could you be getting married without ma or pa there?

How could you be getting married when your entire courtship was based on one lie after another?

By putting one foot in front of the other because you were not going to turn back.

Too many thoughts dancing around in your head caused you to miss a step on the way off the stage but with a steady hand, Coryo helped you down the remaining step.

“It’s a bit warm here, let’s go outside.” You said with a tired smile, leaning heavily on your fiance as you two made your way out of the studio and back to the waiting car.

“After the wedding we’ll have time to slow things down before the election, I promise.” Coriolanus said, kissing your hand. You put your head on his shoulder, leaning into his touch, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep but you were whisked away into a final fitting of your wedding dress with Tigris, Coriolanus off to a meeting with Strabo.

“ It’s magnificent, Tigris, truly. Thank you for doing this, I’m sure you have more important work to be doing.” You said softly to the blonde who was currently under the gown’s massive skirt, embroidering tiny little roses along the hem. With a happy sigh, she stood up, looking in the mirror at you.

“ I’m happy to help! Are you nervous for tomorrow? They’re calling it the wedding of the century, Fabricia said it’s going to be played throughout Panem.” Tigris said, taking a few pins out of the dress and slowly circling you to make sure everything fit like it should.

“I’m nervous but I’m excited for it to be over. I just wish my mother and father were here.” You said honestly, looking down at the ground. Tigris put her arm around your shoulder and the gentle gesture made you cry harder than you thought you would, shoulders shaking as Tigris placed a pale pink handkerchief into your hand.

“I’ve always wanted a sister, for so long it’s just been Coryo and Grandma’am but now that you’re here I finally get my wish. There was a time when I looked at Coriolanus and all I saw was his father looking back, but from the moment he brought you home, I’ve only ever seen a man in love. You deserve to be happy.”

Tigris Snow must be the best person the Capitol ever produced.

After copious amounts of tea and a few more tears, you bid Tigris goodbye, heading back to your own home, head and heart still heavy.

You had no idea it would have gone like this, hell you thought you wouldn’t last a week in The Capitol but look at you now, the almost wife of a presidential candidate.

You made it.

But at what cost?

“A deal is a deal, little thief. Your precious ma and pa are responding well to the antidote to my poison, I suspect they’ll be breathing fully on their own in a few weeks. Would you like me to wheel them to your reception?” Dr. Gaul said, sipping tea at your counter.

You ignored her, settling into a chair of your own, waiting for the car to pick you up to have dinner with Coriolanus. This gilded cage would be gone after tomorrow and to some extent so would Dr. Gaul’s influence too and that made you want to sprint down the aisle more than anything else.

“Will they be safe now that I’ve given you what you want?”

Dr. Gaul clapped her hands and nodded, stepping down from her stool and heading for the door.

“ You should know by now that no one is truly safe in this world but once they are healthy enough, they can do as they wish, my games with you are coming to an end and I’ll surely miss these little chats. You’re not what I expected, little thief, I told you to steal a boy’s heart and you stole all of Panem. What a marvel you’ve turned out to be.”

A marvel.

You felt like anything but.

You were surprised when Coriolanus asked you to dinner, having thought he would want to spend the night before his wedding going over a new campaign speech in his solitude or doing whatever Capitol bachelors did, but he just wanted to sip wine and hold your hand under candlelight.

It was a quiet affair but it calmed your mind enough to realize that Coryo had brought you the one thing you had craved for quite some time.

Silence.

“Let’s go for a walk, darling.��

The streets of The Capitol were empty this time of night and you couldn’t help but smile when you realized where Coryo was leading you. The street where you first met looked no different at night but you couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder in it.

“This is very romantic but it might be a little late to change the wedding venue. Is getting married in the middle of the street a Capitol wedding tradition I’m unfamiliar with?” You asked playfully, looking up at the stars.

Just one more month.

If Coryo could win the election, there would be nothing Ravinstill could do, Gaul couldn’t change her mind and keep your parents as lab rats.

You would be safe.

“And what are weddings like in District 6?”

You did not move.

This moment had been a long time coming, perhaps too long for someone with his intellect, but here you were. Your turn in his direction was excruciatingly short, head unbowed and eyes clear. You would not beg or weep for forgiveness.

Before you could utter a word, Coriolanus Snow got on his knees before you.

“I know every secret you have kept from me, every lie you have said to my face yet if you asked to burn down The Capitol, I'd fetch a match. What you need to understand is that I will never not want you and only you, by my side.”

He knew.

You met his gaze and stepped forward, placing a hand on his cheek.

“I’m not sorry. I’m not sorry for stealing from the capitol or pretending to get hit by a car so that Dr. Gaul wouldn’t murder my parents. Most of all, I’m not sorry for meeting you, Coriolanus, and I wouldn’t change that for the world.”

“Do you love me? No lies, just a question. Do you love me?”

“It was easy to lie to you but it was even easier to love you. I have been moving for so long that I’m afraid of what happens if I stop. I love you but what happens now?”

Coriolanus stood up, put his forehead to yours and wrapped his arms around you tight.

“ Don’t move then, all you have to do is stand still. Stand still beside me and I swear to you, no one will harm you again.” He whispered in your ear.

You didn’t have to wait a month.

In the arms of Coriolanus Snow, you were safe.

Morning came quickly and between Tigris and attendants, you looked less like yourself and more like a bride in your extravagant gown, curls on top of your head. From behind the curtain you could see the venue start to fill up with the Capitol’s finest.

“You look so beautiful, oh I can’t believe Grandma’am isn’t here to see this!” Tigris said, fluffing out the back of your gown and you reached over and squeezed her hand. She had been downright giddy when you asked her to walk you down the aisle and you were relieved when she accepted as your only other choice was Dr. Gaul.

“Ma Plinth has your something borrowed, I just have run back to The Corso and then we can get started. The first truly good day in such a long time.” Tigris said softly and pulled you in for a quick embrace before running off.

An attendant brought you a glass of chilled posca and you sipped while you waited, the nerves starting to make you sweat just a little.

The sound of footsteps filled you with relief and you turned from the vanity with a smile.

“Tigris? Are we ready to start?”

The question went unanswered as the person who entered your area was not Tigris but President Ravinstill.

“Well, don't you look stunning, young lady. If I didn’t know better I’d think you were Capitol born and bred but we both know that’s not exactly true.” He said with a dark chuckle.

“Mr. President, the wedding is about to start. I’m sure we can have someone show you to your seat.” You said in a chilled tone but he paid you no mind.

“You were supposed to tame him, dear. You were supposed to curb his political ambition till I got a hold of him so I could mold him in my image. Instead, you had him embarrass me in front of the press with this adorable campaign of his that you both intended to see it through to the bitter end. That just won’t do. Tonight, district whore, you will kill Coriolanus Snow.”

No.

No more.

“No.”

“I don’t think I heard you, young lady.”

You stood to your feet and stood directly in front of the president, calm and collected.

“ I said no, Mr. President. The Capitol no longer gets to make a monster out of me after today so enjoy the wedding and we will see you on election night.” You said simply.

He could kill your parents.

He could destroy District 6.

You both knew that but only you knew that you had simply had enough and there were worse games to play.

“Oh my dear, if only your answer was different.”

The sound of racing footsteps echoed as Coriolanus came racing into the room, concern and confusion on his face.

“The guards said you wanted to talk to me, what’s wrong, what’s going on?” He asked, taking your hand but froze when he saw President Ravinstill.

“Right on time, my boy! I called you in here because I wanted you to see what happens when you attempt to humiliate me, to disgrace Panem. I want you to see that even on your happiest day, you cannot stop snow from falling.” President Ravinstill said.

You were sweating heavily now.

When did it get so hot?

“Coryo? Coriolanus, something’s wrong.”

Coriolanus turned back to you, his features shifting to a picture of horror at the sight of blood gently trickling down your nose. He caught you before you could hit the floor, gasping for breath, your blood coating his fingers.

“ Coryo, what’s happening?” You asked weakly, looking all around but Coriolanus gently placed your head on his lap.

“You’re okay, you’re okay, just look at me, look at me darling.” He said softly, trying to keep the panic from his voice.

This couldn’t be happening.

You risked it all, for what?

“Do you love me?” Coriolanus asked, pressing flat bloody fingers against your pulse, the erratic beat beneath his fingers made him want to sob but he had to stay in control. It would all be over soon.

“I do.” You choked out, tears starting to fall down your cheeks. Everything around you was starting to blur but Coriolanus gently rocked you in his arms.

“Then eyes on me, Mrs. Snow.” Coriolanus said with watery eyes. Through the sleeve of your wedding dress something you could feel something prick your arm but you were too far gone to truly realize what was happening.

“Tell my ma, tell her I’m sorry.” You whispered, eyes slowly closing despite Coriolanus’s cries.

“Don’t worry dear boy, I’ll make the announcement that you’ll be dropping out of the race. Someone should not have drank the posca.” President Ravinstill said, a throaty chuckle that ended with a hacking cough, one that the guard closest to him mimicked.

Enjoy the show.

Outside the bridal area, he could hear others coughing too but with his wife still on his lap, he turned his attention to the president. A wave of calm engulfed him and despite himself, Coriolanus Snow began to laugh.

“And you should not have drank the champagne, Mr. President.”

Coriolanus enjoyed watching Ravinstill crumble to the floor besides his bodyguards, flecks of foam and spittle falling from the former president's now violet lips.

Wedding guests screamed and the sounds of falling bodies echoed throughout the venue but Coriolanus ignored them in favor of breathing for you.

After all, these things happen in war.

That’s chapter 8! Thank you so much for reading, I’m so sorry for the delay! I just wanted to try this ending instead, I really, really hope you don’t hate it. As always, if you want to see the finale, please comment and reblog! Love you all!!!

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow x black!reader #coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow x black reader #sorry for the wait

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briskii · 3 months

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Such A Gentleman

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word count: 573 (short blurb)

tags: AFAB!reader, mirror sex, dacryphillia, dumbificaton, mix of degradation and praise, Nanami being rough

Synopsis: He loves to spoil you, that much is a given. You’d be ignorant to think otherwise; between the various gifts that have shown up at your doorstep since the beginning of your relationship, and the sweet words he’ll quietly drown you in from time to time, it shouldn't be such a surprise that you're on your way to orgasm number 3.

“C’mon, sweetheart.” He mumbled, the harshness of his tone going straight to your cunt. “Let me see you come undone, pretty girl.” The sight in front of you is unbelievable; Nanami, who’s usually so doting and sincere, has you sobbing on his lap - ankles by your head as he fucks up into you roughly. You manage to catch his eye in the mirror in front of you; his pupils are blown wide with lust, and his gaze is anything but doting.

It was harsh glare; and of course, it went straight to your core.

“Such a pretty slut for me. Can’t do anything but moan and whine,” he chastises, as his hand snakes around your throat. “Keep those legs up for me. You’re far from done.” He kept his pace consistent and sharp as your smaller hands replaced his large ones on your thighs. Nanami’s free hand wandered down to your clit, rubbing harsh circles on the now oversensitive bundle of nerves. You couldn't speak, opting instead for high-pitched whines and mewls as your eyes rolled back into your skull. The grip Nanami had on your neck was enough to make your vision spotty.

You were going to cum very, very soon. And you're sure Nanami knew that.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Takin’ my cock so well,” he groaned, his voice filled with a sudden, famillar fondness. “just like I know you can.” His hot breath against your ear, along with the contrast of Nanami’s degradation and praise, is what had you clenching hard around his cock as you came suddenly with a loud moan. His thrusts never faltered as he chuckled behind you.

“Thaaat's it. Such a good girl, spoiling me like this.”

The hand that was wrapped around your neck moved up to your chin, forcing your gaze toward the mirror.

“I think you can take one more,” He asserted, watching as his cock hammered into you repeatedly. You nodded your head dumbly, wanting nothing more than to take whatever he was willing to give. He chuckled once more.

“That’s my girl.”

You watched as he grabbed your thighs once again, using them as leverage to bounce you onto him as his v-line slapped against your ass rapidly. Nanami was furrowing his brows now, his thrusts getting more shalllow and sloppy as he neared his release. He bit your shoulder as he continued to plunge into you.

“Princess, ‘m gonna cum- gunna fuckin’ fill you up, fuck-” He growled, his words becoming more slurred as he fucked deeper into you.

You were beyond communication at this point; it felt so fucking good, you felt tears threaten to spill at the corners of your eyes. Tongue lolled out and eyes basically crossed from the pleasure, Nanami continued to use you like a cocksleeve.

“Fuck, cumming-” was all he muttered before you felt him release into you. The warmth that spread inside of you caused you to clench hard onto the larger man, spraying your cum all over his work pants and your shared mattress.

You two stayed like that for a short while before Nanami pulled out of you. He wrapped his hands around your torso, and pulled you in for a hug.

He smiled at you through the mirror, as he caressed your cheek lovingly.

“Let’s go get cleaned up, sweetheart.”

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sorry for the wait :3 requests are always open!

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kirbybecomesastarwarrior · 5 months

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KBASW Chapter 3: In the Heart of a Knight

~Earlier in the day

“King Dedede’s going to fire your father!” Lalala exclaimed.

Lololo & Lalala had pulled Fumu and Bun away from the “town clean up,” rushing them back to the castle. The two siblings were tailing the twins as they entered the castle. Beelining straight to the throne room…

“Ya sure?!” Bun asked.

“Yeah, we’re sure the King called for them-” Lolo deepened his voice. Puffing up his chest, trying to do his best impression of Dedede. “Get down here, you bloody traitors: I'm dealing with all of you!”

“He's probably mad that he can’t order monsters anymore, so now he’s taking it out on Dad!” Bun gritted his teeth. This hearing caused him to pick up his pace, running even faster, being the first to arrive in front of the throne room.

“Grr–, that sore loser…he’s not firing dad on our watch, right, Sis… sis-?!”

“Sorry guys…I’m just tired,” Fumu quickly made her way beside her brother and the twins. Usually, she was the one to bolt in first when there was a sign of trouble… But this time, she was a lot slower…

She joined the others at the throne room's grand door... she made her way to the front. Fumu creaked it open ever slightly enough for her eye to peek through. “ Come on, you guys-” she gestured. She expected the rest of the group to follow her lead, but they didn’t.

They just stood there gazing at her with concern... they were worried.

Bun looked towards his sister, “You could sit this one out if you’re tired.” The twins surrounded her… they took her hands, slowly guiding her down on the ground to sit. “We can take care of this!” The boy puffs out his chest confidently and bangs it with his fist.

“But I-”

“Come on sis the King can’t order monsters anymore: this should be a cakewalk!”

“Yeah he’s right,” Lololo agreed. “He can’t do anything anymore!”

“And let's not forget we have the guy who defeated them all,” Lalala gleefully added, “Right, Kirby-” She turned around expecting a response, but there was none…It was at this moment the group realized… they had forgotten Kirby. “We left him in town -”

“Oh no!” Fumu exclaimed. “Guys, we gotta go-”

“METAL HEAD YOU WHAT!?”

A booming voice had erupted from the throne room, causing the group to shutter. No doubt it was King Dedede...

“ Meta Knight, he's in trouble!” Fumu led the group in; they quietly rushed inside, sneaking behind pillars. The kid crept and hid behind shadows until they were in full view of the scene.

Meta Knight stood before Escargoon and the king, with Sir Ebrum & the knight duo (Sword & Blade) watching from the sidelines. The prime minister caught a glimpse of Fumu and the gang huddled behind the pillars.

Looking towards Sword & Blade, the man pleaded with his eyes to aid children. Sleathfully, the two of them made their way to the kids, walking backward, covering them from the field of sight.

“You kids shouldn’t be here,” Blade whispers,“ Dedede’s already angry enough!”

“But Meta Knight needs our help-”, Fumu retorted.

“No, he doesn’t,” Sword commented “You kids really need to go before-”

“Yes, it’s true, sire. I came here as a double agent with the sole purpose of hiding my identity as a Star Warrior and as the true guardian of the warp-star so-”

“THE TRUE WHAT!?”

Fumu's voice cut through the room. She was in shock and pure disbelief at what she had just heard pass through the Meta Knight's lips.

“My dear, please calm down,” Sir Ebrum tried to console his daughter. Attempting to intervene, trying to avoid the situation escalating any further. “We’re trying in the middle of a meeting right now; why don’t you just take a nice walk-”

“Dad, move…” Her voice was calm, but hidden beneath the surface was subtle and potent rage.

At that moment, Sir Embrum saw a ferocity in his daughter that he had never seen before. All his intentions of stopping her had vanished. Willingly, he stepped aside, allowing her to confront the old star warrior.

The grumpy old king turned towards his subordinate and whispered, “Ayo, Escargoom... Weren’t we suppose ta-”

"You wanna get in between that?!” Gesturing to Fumu as she pressed onward to where the old star warrior was. Her eyes seemed lifeless, but that flame of rage quilled within them.

"Ugh~" One look at them caused Dedede to snuff out all his previous anger and cave in. “Nope, not getting into that!” The king mulled it over until he fully conceded to the situation.

"Ya know, what let her have this-... whatever I was gonna say to old tin-can doesn't seem as nearly devastating as whatever Miss Loud-mouth has to say..."

~ Despite the on-lookers of the scene, it seemed like it was just them: her and Meta Knight.

“Meta Knight, explain yourself, now..." Fumu clenched her fist as tight as to contain herself. " I... thought I was the only one able to call on the warp star, and now you-"

She could feel all: the frustration, the betrayal, the hurt... it all built up in her throat until it became too much to bear.

“I’ve been the one guarding the warp star this entire time, so I’m gonna need proof before you go around claiming that you’re the real one!"

Meta Knight remained unmoved by this... calmly, he remarked. "Oh, but you are as well- perhaps I should have worded it better... I'm merely the original."

"Orginal?"

“Yes… Remember when you first picked up the Warpstar… and it was flashing green: I was transferring some of my ownership to you,” he explained.

“Transferring ownership?” Fumu thought back to when Kirby had first used it… that warpstar flickered a pale green… it seemed plausible... Come to think of it, that was the first and only time that ever happened.

“Though not completely… small doses.” Shamelessly, he continued on,” I needed to see if your bond with Kirby was stronger and that you were willing to stand by him, but thankfully, my trust in you solidified after Kracko’s attack it won’t be long now before- ”

"I still don't believe you!"

“You’ve always wondered how I knew so much about Kirby, correct?”Meta Knight retorted. “Well, here it is… As the original guardian of the warp star, I was given all the knowledge of Kirby's powers and abilities... Is that enough for you-"

"I'M GOING NEED MORE THAN THAT!"

"My apologies..." Meta Knight then tilted his head towards Fumu, seeing her tempered state. "I promise you're a guardian too... I didn't mean to make it sound like you weren't-"

"Meta Knight... can you summon the warp star too?" she interrupted.

"Um, pardon me?"

"I'M GONNA NEED More-..." Fumu was on the verge of tears. She began to breathe heavily as she stammered on, "More proof than to believe that the man I trusted... was lying to me all this time..."

She managed to pull herself together and continued, " You owe me that much." Fumu's eyes sharpened as if they were daggers... they had such contempt and disdain... for the man she once trusted... the man she once considered a friend.

"WELL!?"

The whole room was breathless. All eyes were on the lone star warrior. Everyone waiting for him to make his move... the silence alone was suffocating...

Suddenly, Meta Knight's eyes burned away their bright yellow hue and melted into a pure white. "Kabu... " His voice wavered as if it were a whisper. "Send in the warp star..."

"Warp star~" Kabu cried.

The old sage answered the call without fail (even in his damaged state). It was as if Fumu herself called upon the warpstar... It zoomed across the sky, cutting through clouds and scurring through the castle halls.

It busted through the throne room doors, passing over Fumu, and went straight towards Meta Knight. The light of the warp star shone over him as if it were a scene of triumph and glory. But it was nothing of the sort... instead, the guilty star warrior stood there in utter shame.

"So you really are the original guardian of warp star," she said in disbelief.

There was no denying it now... he was telling the truth.

"YOU DIRTY-BACK STABBER, YOU WERE HIDING BEHIND MY SISTER THIS WHOLE TIME!"

Bun stepped forward, and he couldn’t help but bud in.. he knew how important guarding the warpstar was to his sister... This was a slap in the face. She fought tooth and nail to defend it, and Kirby...

"That's right!" Lalala commented. "Fumu's been the one who had to stick her neck this whole time while you did the bare minimum!"

"Yeah, you barely tried to help fight off any monsters!" Lololo added. "You only got involved when it was convenient for you!"

"YOU'RE THE STAR WARRIOR... " Bun shouted in anger. "WHY GET US INVOLVED, WHY'D PUT MY SISTER IN DANGER!"

Woefully looked at Bun explained Meta Knight. "Someone like me isn't fit to be Kirby's guardian..."

"Uh- Meta Knight..." Bun was taken aback by the knight's sad expression. It wasn't just that but his voice: he never heard a sorrowful tone from him before. It was almost as if his voice was about to cry... The twins sensed this, too... they couldn't help but stand down.

"So, pawned off Kirby to the first chance you got to fend for himself and threw me into this situation where I had to pick up the piece you left!? "

However, Fumu could not...

"No!" The knight trembled in response to the statement, then in sorrow, he responded, "No, I never meant to do that... I never wanted to do-"

""AND WHERE WERE YOU WHEN Kirby and I had to fight Nightmare!?" She snared at him. "I WAS SO SCARED... SOME GUARDIAN YOU ARE!"

~Fumu was just so tired... tired of all of this. She always had to be the responsible one... always had to be the smart one. She was kidnapped by the king and held hostage by Nightmare... and all the monsters she had to take on...

She put up with it because she thought she was the only one who could do it. The only one who could help and protect Kirby. That she had some sort of destiny, but no... it was all because this man couldn't do his job...He used her as a cloak to hide himself… while she did all his dirty work?

"You know what I think..." She gritted he teeth; her words were dripping with venom. "The only reason you couldn't look after Kirby is because you're not capable of caring or loving anything at all!"

The entire conversation had come to a complete halt... It was at this moment that Fumu knew she had gone too far... Even Fumu herself seemed shocked about what she said.

However, Meta Knight seemed unphased by this...His eyes were still a haunting ghostly white... He took a deep breath and let it all out, burying his emotions... as if nothing had happened.

He merely sighed and said, "I have nothing to say..."

"Wait, what!?" she said in shock. "Is that all you have to say for yourself!"

"You're right... You're all right... about everything." His voice sounded weary and weak as he went on. "And I refuse to justify the things I've done... or rather the lack of things I've done...Nothing I say will make up for it- "

"IF YOU REALLY WANNA MAKE UP FOR IT THEN... THEN NEVER SHOW YOUR FACE TO ME AGAIN!"

"KING DEDEDE!"

Meta Knight then turned to King Dedede, who was frozen in his seat. Flabbergasted at what had transpired... "Uh, yeah, um... what's up?" He was taken back by being added to the mix again.

"There you have it... I, Sir Meta Knight, have manipulated a child to do my dirty work to hide myself as a double agent...this was all to accomplish and further my own selfish goals... SO FIRE ME!"

"Wait, what... I kinda had a whole list I was gonna go down of stuff ya were guilty of..." The king gestured to Escargoon to pull it out.

"Yeah, and I wrote a lot," the snooty snail started to unveil his lengthy scroll. "Let's see now, there's-"

"YES, YES, I'M GUILTY OF EVERYTHING!"

~SLICE

The list was cut into ribbons: Meta Knight's eyes were now scorching red. Fearless with in sword hand, he pressed onward toward Dedede and Escargoon. Galaxia began to glow in a golden fury...

He went up the steps to Dedede's throne; the king and his lackey began to shiver to hold each other for dear life. The enraged warrior loomed over them menacingly as if he were some sort of apparition from hell.

"SIRE, FIRE ME ALREADY!!!"

"OKAY. OKAY, YA FIRED! YA FIRED: JUST PUT THAT SWORD OF YOURS DOWN... ALREADY!" the king hopped down his chair and rushed straight to the exit. "C'MON ESCARGOON, WE GOT BETTER THINGS TO DO."

His slimy sidekick followed, "You're, Highness, wait... weren't we going to!" Then he peered at the knight's crimson eyes and was immediately silenced.

"WAIT FOR ME!" he shouted. Running out after the king.

And just like that, they were gone.

And with that, Meta Knight withdrew his sword and walked back down as if nothing had happened. He looked over to Sword and Blade with eyes once again flashing a pure white hue. The knight gave a brief but solemn bow to his subordinates.

He held his gaze with them: it was a conversation that was told in silence. Then, in return, the duo gave a bow back... however, they did not raise their heads back up, their armors shaking. So much their little clatter could be heard throughout the room.

"My purpose here is finished away ... you shall have your wish: you will not see me again."

Lololo and Lalala gasped, "Wait what!?"

"You're leaving..." Bun yelled at him furiously. "Ya coward... to think I looked up to a guy like you!"

"Meta Knight!" Fumu cried out. "Hold on a minute, there's no way that's all you have to say!?"

There was a long pause, and silence filled the room... Their eyes locked into each other. She waited for him to say something... anything to justify his actions.

But instead, the retreating knight looked away in shame. He took a glance around the room once more. The kid's eyes were full of hatred for him... and he had accepted all of it.

"I bid you all a very fond farewell..."

He grabbed the end of his cape... wrapping and spinning around himself. Shadows began to shroud his body. Twirling into a curled-up ball, shrinking ever so small up until... poof, he was gone.

"GRR, FINE THEN GOOD RIDDANCE!" she shouted as she stormed off.

"Sis, wait!" Bun chased after her, with the duo following them.

"Children, wait... You don't know the full story!" Sir Ebrum tried to call out to them. "This is a big misunderstanding... I need to explain to her... Sword, Blade, surely you two can follow him-" The prime minister looked over only to find the two frozen. "My word, are you two alright?"

"We can't..."Sword answered. Unable to finish looked at Blade

Then he blurted out. "He's going somewhere...we can't follow-"

~Meta Knight had successfully warped outside of the palace. Now, standing at the drawbridge of the front gates. Nostalgically, he gazed back at the castle, recalling his time there.

He looked towards the water in the moat, staring at his distorted reflection. "Hmph... I guess they were right... I do bring misfortune wherever I go," he sighed beside himself with guilt. "I shouldn't have let myself get so close to them... At least I know they won't miss me... they'll be safe from-"

*Zap*

"Gah-ow!" A strong aura passed through his body. "C'mon on, keep it together...you've endured this long... you have to hang on... a little A-AGH!." Now, the aura overtook his whole body... the magical binding on his wings (which he put on himself years ago) was starting to break.

"Come on, you have to hold on..." he clutched at his chest so hard to suppress the pain. "At least for-"

*Zoom*

A gust of wind had blown past him, knocking away several waddle dees into the moat. Splashing the water in front of his face. It was a brief second, but he saw it; it was the starship, and the pilot was none other than-

“Kirby?!”

With great speed, the old soldier chased after it like a bat out of hell. The ship was about to take off. If he doesn’t stop him, now he’ll be airborne into space.

Desperately, Meta Knight raised his arm out towards the launching ship. "Sweet Nova, I hope I can still do this..." Then, from his right hand, he emitted a dark aura from it. "Gah!" Once again irritating, the wings on his back. His voice wavering, "Keep it together!"

Soon, the same dark aura surrounded the ship... forcing it to stop dead in its tracks... and land. Then, with his trembling hand, Meta Knight balled his hand into a fist, and *SNAP*, he shut it off completely. He compressed his arm with his cape, trying to numb the sting.

The shutdown caused the cockpit glass to open immediately and out emerged Kirby. He hopped out of the starship, his face tethered to the ground. Immediately, Meta Knight rushed to his side.

"Kirby, Are you alright!?" exclaimed the knight. He scanned him up and down, making sure he wasn't hurt. Then he noticed a slight bump on his forehead. But other than that, he was fine. The worried knight gave out a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank heavens you're safe..."

He paused, changing his voice from concern to stern. "Kirby, what Void's name were you doing... YOU COULD HAVE BEEN HURT!?" Gently, he brushed his forehead. "You're lucky I stopped you on time! With that force and velocity, you would have been in another galaxy by now."

*SMACK*

“Kirby? "Immediately, Meta Knight backed away. "Did he just smack my hand away?" Still taken aback by what just happened... this was so unlike him. Something was wrong... Once again, he shifted his tone gently, asking him, “Kirby, did something happen?"

In response, the little one began to shake uncontrollably as if the answer was too terrible to explain. Attempting to speak, but no words came out. Then he was able to muster a little peep, whispering under his breath, "Poy-away.."

“Kirby…"

"Go away," the little boy shouted.

The pink puffball finally raised his head; he was covered in tears, his eye swollen from the crying. All the color from his face was flushed out of him. The glimmer of his eyes had disappeared, and his brilliant smile was destroyed. It was a heartbreaking scene that Meta Knight was all too take in.

It was clear to him now: Kirby was attempting to run away again... far away with his starship... he had just ruined his escape plan. (No wonder he was upset with him.)

Even though Kirby had tried to run away before, this was completely different... the child's spirit was utterly broken. The happy-go-lucky kid he had known seemed to have vanished.

"If he was ready and willing to fly away to another galaxy... he thought. "I can't even imagine what drove him to this state." He tried to reach out to the child again but avoided his touch.

Instead, the little astral tried to turn back and scurry off into his starship again. But he was stopped by Meta Knight's arm blocking the way. "Sorry, kiddo, you can't keep running away from your problems, you know?"

Kirby then jumped attempting to float over it but was gently patted back toward the ground by the knight's hand once again.

Desperately, he tried to slap away Meta Knight's hand once again. Failing desperately shouted in frustration, "Let go, let go, let go!" Trying so hard to escape his grasp, little arms wouldn't let him reach.

"It's alright, Kirby... you can cry now."

As soon as he said that, tears began to flood again... his mentor started to gently pet him... In response, Kirby took hold of the knight's glove and pressed close to his face... encouraging Meta Knight to comfort him more.

Without missing a beat, the man wrapped his cape around the little boy’s shoulder and pulled him in for an embrace. This whole time, Kirby just wanted to be comforted... as soon as he was given a safe place... he just let it all out.

"Waa- waah!" he cried. Granted, he was crying all day, but this was different. This time, he wasn't alone... Meta Knight was there.

"You're going to be okay now... you're safe..." he gently said. With each wail & sob, he encouraged the baby to let out all the hurt he was feeling. Lightly rubbing his back to let him know he was there.

And with. each cry, all the color had returned to the astral face, and finally, all his pain had been released. But screams had left him breathless... he began to hyperventilate again.

"Take it your time... You're doing fine..." Meta Knight reassured him. "Just listen to the sound of my voice... try to breathe with me, okay."

Slowly, he introduced deep breaths for Kirby to mimic. He reciprocated and was able to follow his lead. "Good boy, you're doing so well..." and praising him with each one.

As his breath became more stable, the little star warrior became more aware of his surroundings. The warmth of the Meta Knight’s cape, the softness of his glove that brushed up against his forehead, the gentleness of his voice…

But the most striking thing he could sense was his heartbeat. He snuggled himself closer to hear its sweet melody... It was the warmth and comfort he’d been desperately searching for... all this time. They held a tenderness that sounded so familiar to him… it's as if he heard it in a dream.

Though it came from the most unlikeliest of sources... Meta Knight.

A stranger, a man full of secrets... Shouldn't he be the most distrustful of him? After everything that happened today, shouldn't he be? Wasn't Meta Knight the one who wanted him to be a star warrior? He barely even knew the stoic knight...

But despite all that, something in his heart told him... This is where he should be... And so Kirby allowed himself to trust Meta Knight's kindness... feeling cozy and safe in his arms.

~But he knew him(Kirby)... Meta Knight knew him.

The old star warrior had all forgotten the aches and pains he had felt earlier. All that mattered was him... all that mattered was Kirby. As he continued to calm and coo the baby in his arm... a million things began to flood his mind:

~"When was the last time I held you in my arms like this... It feels like one eternity ago…" He thought to himself. "One day, when you're older... will you resent me for not being there... will you grow to hate me too... it's too late for regrets...It's all my fault that I'm in this lowly state... "

~Recalling everything Fumu had said...all of it was true. “Do I have the right to comfort him like this…” he thought. “Am I even qualified to do this?" He felt so undeserving... He already knew he wasn't worthy to hold this ball of light in his arms... he lost that privilege years ago.

~"Had I not tried to play the hero back then… maybe we wouldn’t be in this position. To watch you from afar… to hand you off, to be raised by another; to be reduced as a stranger to you... It's a pain that I can't even begin to describe... Perhaps this is my punishment..."

With every fiber of his being, he tried not to cry... he needed to be strong (for Kirby). But the tears couldn't help but escape his eyes. And held his child even tighter... as if it were his last.

"Everything I've done up until now was to prepare us for this- to prepare you for... But still, I can't, why can't I... how do I say goodbye to you...my little heart."

To be continued...

AT LONG LAST CHAPTER 3: Sorry it took so long, you guys...

I know my grammar and writing are sucky, I know... that's why it takes me so long to post. (I reread it over and over, and still, I end up with some mistakes) I tend to write when I feel panicked and it calms me down. (That's why it's sporadic at times... sorry about that)

And know it's a long chapter, but every time I tried to cut it... it just didn't seem right... (plus, I didn't wanna leave you guys on a cliffhanger)

~So yeah, long chapter!

Also, this is why I'd like to thank you for still sticking around and reading... thank you so much to all of you. (Love you guys!)

KBASW Chapter 3: (Chapter Notes)

And I tried really hard not to villainize Fumu. Because she does have every right to be upset with Meta Knight... He was the adult in the situation... She was mad, but it all stemmed from frustration, betrayal, and hurt.

That's why I made her kind of in denial in the beginning because she had such a strong bond with Meta Knight. However, there was always that unfairness of her being the responsible one... It just reached its boiling point.

This is also why I had that little scene before going into the throne room to show that she wasn't in the best state of mind as well...

Plus she doesn't know the full story, yet...

Meta Knight's still hiding things... he's protecting them (Kirby & the kids) from something.. This is why his departure was a little abrupt... he's running out of time.

(Which is why there's a "Lord of the Rings" reference with " I bid you all a very fond farewell...": love the series :D)

Meta Knight does have a good reason for everything... But he also knows he's guilty! It was hard for me to write this chapter because I wanted to make him in the wrong & in the right.

Added the other kids for their reaction, too, so it wouldn't be just Fumu calling him out.

I also wanted to give a reason why Meta Knight knew so much about Kirby... so having him being the original holder of the warp star seemed to fit well... with my HC so yeah it's in there.

The solution to this was to make him accept everything she said. Meta Knight doesn't justify anything, but... it still hurts him to hear it out loud... This puts him in a distraught state which is why he is vulnerable and drops the apatheic act in front of Kirby.

At his core, he loves Kirby to bits and pieces. Meta Knight's reason for everything has always been Kirby... And it genuinely kills him that he had to stay away from him.

There is more to be revealed, but... it's a real tear-jerker reason. Angst train is still just getting started!

The line, "It's alright, Kirby... you can cry now." is a reference to "You can cry now" (an old post of mine).

Despite how much this chapter kept kicking my butt... this was my favorite chapter to write so far. I hope you all enjoy it!

#kirby #meta knight #metadad #kbasw #king dedede #escargoon #kirby anime #kirby fanfic #fumu kirby #bun kirby #angsty i bring you angst #lololo and lalala #sorry for the wait #sorry for bad english #hoshi no kaabii #kirby right back at ya

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thecutestlittleslime · 2 years

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Finally, the reunion you've been waiting for. The boys are together, happiness ensues, and I am so happy I've gotten this far with this comic. Part 1, Part 2

Also, some notes about what's going on:

Emmet arrives during the end credits festival and tries to get in, only to be turned away because his colors and face make people think "Zoroark!". So he temporarily sheds his coat and dons a Zoroark mask to hide his face (the irony). He loses his emotional support Joltik, Giselle, at some point and the rest is history.

#submas #pokemon legends arceus #subway bosses #pokemon #submas art #subway boss kudari #subway boss ingo #subway boss nobori #submas reunion #subway boss emmet #holy shiz this took so long to get to #sorry for the wait

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officialfriendclub · 1 year

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For the rarepairs could you please do Dream x Lust or Epic x Ccino ?

how about both!

#UTMV #epic sans #ccino sans #dream sans #lust sans #epictale #fluffytale #dreamtale #dreamlust #lustdream #ccinoepic #epiccino #artist 1 #sorry for the wait #underlust

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thebubblesareevil · 2 years

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Life on the farm pt 4 copy cat

It takes QUITE a bit of explaining for about how exactly Danny is apparently dead for Clark to be even mildly okay with it. Up until Pa tells him how he save his life at which point Clark was close to tears. Lois had to pull him off Danny before he was crushed to death. All in all they had a very interesting Christmas.

Fast forward a month and Clark mentions to Bruce how he has a new little brother and how apparently his parents have a habit of attracting the paranormal. This tips Bruce off and he suggests that Clark bring Danny by mount justice to see what he can do. Danny is pretty iffy about it and intends to say no when Ma tells him he should go. It might be nice for him to meet kids his age that he doesn’t have to worry about scaring. So Danny reluctantly agrees.

When they arrive via zeta tube Danny immediately takes off in search of a trash can before he vomits all over the entrance, cujo not far behind him. He ends up getting lost in the halls and walking into a training session with black canary. Danny watches, fairly impressed with the teen sparring with the blond, he had a bit of a temper but he wasn’t doing too bad. When she slammed him on the ground Danny gave a sympathetic groan, the teen twisted around glaring at him “Who the hell are you?!?” He stood up revealing the Superman symbol on his chest.

Danny immediately held his hands up to show he meant no harm. Canary tells him to calm down before addressing Danny “you must be the young meta Superman told us was coming. I’m black Canary, it’s nice to meet you.” The other boy scowled, much to Danny’s confusion.

“I wouldn’t say I’m a meta but sure, I’m here with Superman” he turns to address the teen. “you were doing real great in that fight. I’m impressed, but y’know…”

“I need to reign in my temper. I know!” Danny looks at him surprised, “actually I was gonna say that if you went in for a jab before she flipped you it would have thrown off her balance. Sometimes the most efficient attacks are the ones that don’t hit.” He looked at Danny confused, and a little bit relieved. Danny grinned “you didn’t lose the spar because of your temper, you lost because she’s more experienced. I used to get my ass kicked all the time. It just takes practice.”

“You fight? Would you care to try your luck?” Canary asked. Danny hesitated “uhm I’m not sure about that, I don’t usually fight the living…” canary looked at him confused “what do you mean..” before canary finishes her question they are interrupted by wolf charging into the room chased by… a small green dog?

Danny shouts “Cujo!” The dog stops and races to Danny, wolf hides behind Conner.

“What’s wrong buddy, he’s just a little guy?”

Danny laughs and says “I wouldn’t go that far, but he’s probably more concerned by the fact that hes a ghost. Animals tend to get pretty antsy near ghosts, working on a farm was an… interesting experience to say the least.” Danny laughs “we should probably go find Supes” the three make they’re way toward the living area where they find Superman with the rest of the team. He surveys the team guessing who’s who. He’s not sure about the magician, Obviously the red head works with the speedster, he’s not sure who the kid in the cape works with, Danny’s not sure if there are any archers in the league so he’s a little confused by the blond girl. The cute teen with gills probably works with aquaman. The moment he sees M’gann though, Danny stares with undisguised confusion. Conner notices the look and immediately gets defensive “you got a problem with martians?!” Danny swiftly turns to Conner “She’s from MARS!?!??” Danny is no longer next to Conner.

The whole team gets whiplash from the change as Danny bombards their resident Martian with questions about Mars and space. Superman laughs, “how come you weren’t this enthusiastic when you found out I was kryptonian” Danny gives Clark an unimpressed look. “You were raised on earth by Ma and Pa, she was raised on MARS you are not the same.” The whole team freezes, not that Danny notices much as he continues to ask M’gann about space.

Conner breaks out of his surprise “you’re related to Superman?” Clark goes to interrupt but Danny answers before he can.

“Yep, Ma and Pa took me in so now I’ve got a kryptonian big brother.” Conner clenches his jaw as Danny continues “but don’t worry I won’t be stealing your mentor, I’m pretty strictly a solo act, closest thing I had to a mentor was… an old friend.” Danny may be obsessed with space but he’s not a complete idiot so it’s pretty obvious at this point that Conner is trying to reign in his temper. “Is there something wrong?”

“He’s not my mentor!” Danny looks between the two “sorry my mistake the shirt threw me off. Just a fan then.” They all start to look at him weird before Clark jumps in

“He’s uhh, well he’s my clone” Danny freezes with a gasp he covers his mouth in shock and places a hand over his chest. “I can’t believe this. To think… I’ve finally assessed to the rank of middle child!!!” Danny throws his hands in the air in triumph. With a laugh he turns back to Clark “Why didn’t you tell me I had a little brother?! This is awesome!” Conner looks at Danny confused

Clark interrupted Danny’s excitement “he’s, well you don’t, he’s not my brother he’s my clone.” Danny brushes him off

“So what! He’s perfect little brother material. I’m assuming Ma and Pa don’t know, they’re gonna be so excited.”

“Danny! Calm down, no I haven’t told Ma and Pa, I didn’t want to worry them.”

Danny is confused “worry them, why would this make them worried?” Clark sighs

“Conner was made by lex Luthor, my arch enemy, with the intent to replace me.” Danny takes a step back, Conner looks away dejected even as his friends gather close around him.

The room goes cold

“Dude I think you need to chill” Danny says with an sharp grin. “I mean a clone I understand out of your control? A clone made by your arch enemy to replace you? I mean seriously, has he even tried to shoot you in the back yet?”

“He didn’t ask to be made, so stop treating him like it’s HIS fault.” Danny’s eyes have started to glow as the room seems to close in on them before all at once everything goes back to normal. Superman takes a gasp of air. Danny laughs “gonna be honest though, it kinda feels like you’re copying me at this point.” He says moving over to Conner, throwing an arm over his shoulder. “But let’s make one thing straight, and I mean absolutely no offense, but my clone is clearly superior.” Conner and Clark look at Danny shocked. “Your WHAT?!?” Danny laughs

“Yeah man, when I was 14 my arch nemesis cloned me in a attempt to replace me, didn’t work, only one was stable and she wants nothing to do with him at this point.” Clark looks at Danny pleadingly “that…that doesnt explain anything, why did you have an arch enemy.”

“Well I mean, originally he asked me to join him, but I’m wasn’t really a fan of him killing my dad and marrying my mom. He was obsessed with making me his son, major fruitloop man he’s crazy.” Danny shrugs.” Kid flash laughs

“I’m calling bullshit there’s no way.”

Danny laughs “think what you like but don’t come crying to me when Ellie haunts your nightmares”

Danny claps his hands “So what exactly are we doing today?”

——————

Meanwhile in the arctic in another dimension

a small girl is chasing after a group of penguins when a portal appears in front of her and she crashes face first into the large blue bearded figure that exits.

“CLOCKWORK!!” She laughs “wanna chase penguins with me?” The elderly ghost grins

“Perhaps another time, for now how would you like to visit your cousin for a little while. There’s some people that are DYING to meet you.”

The girl gives him an impossibly wide Sharp grin before letting out maniacal laugh

“Lead the way clocks!”

#danny phantom #ghost king danny #dc x dp #brain vomit #life on the farm pt 4 #sorry for the wait #this never ends #send help #hint of future cold current #maybe #Clark Kent #Conner Kent #SHES COMING!!!#there’s gonna be another part #I’m not sure when this is ending

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bihansthot · 6 months

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Ok now that I've seen Scorpions dialogues I wanted to change a little my request, still make it like a s rivals to lovers type of thing with Smoke x reader, but is more of like "we disliked each other at first but we say our good on us and became close", kinda like with Kenshi and Johnny

I’m so sorry for the wait lovely, this is soooooo not my wheel house T_T Hopefully it came out ok and you enjoy it!

Title: First Impressions Can Be Deceiving

Rating: Mature (sweet loving)

Pairing: Smoke x Afab!Reader

Summary: After the events that happened at Madam Bo’s you were convinced you hated the Lin Kuei, especially the one who hurt Madam Bo, but as time goes on you realized you may have misjudged him, and develop feelings for him?!

Author’s Note: I am AWFUL at enemies/rivals to lovers, and tried my best, Smoke is very kind and gentle like the sweet cinnamon roll he is. Please like/comment/reblog if you enjoyed it. Thank you lovelies <3

Your first impression of the warrior called Smoke was not a good one, you were introduced to him at the raid on Madam Bo’s Tea House and even though Lord Liu Kang had assured you Smoke and his fellow Lin Kuei were there to test you and the other champions, Smoke’s actions had left a bad taste in your mouth. Surely there was a better way to subdue Madam Bo than to throw her off a balcony, even if she was tougher than she looked she was still a respected elder. You didn’t like the whole thing and maybe your anger should have been directed at Lord Liu Kang, but in your mind, it was the Lin Kuei to blame.

The next time you saw the Lin Kuei was when you and the other champions were training at the Wu Shi academy and despite your earlier misgivings you were slowly starting to realize maybe Smoke at least wasn’t as bad or arrogant as you thought he was. He was polite and courteous to Lord Liu Kang and the rest of you. It perplexed you because you had already made up your mind you didn’t like him or the Lin Kuei. His voice cuts through your thoughts though before you had time to process things fully.

“How are you liking your time at the Wushi Academy? The monks truly are masters at their craft are they not?” Smoke asks taking a seat next to you.

“Their dedication is second to none, it’s quiet a sight to behold,” you reply, forcing yourself to make polite small talk.

“I can’t help but feel like I need to apologize to you, the other warriors don’t seem to have any problems with myself of my brothers, but you seem to. The Tea House was a test, Madam Bo knew all about it and was in on it, I would never hurt an elderly woman of my own accord. So, I’m sorry we deceived you, but I assure you it was all at the behest of Lord Liu Kang,” Smoke tries to explain for what seems like the thousandth time.

“You bashed her head into a railing and threw her off a balcony! In on it or not that’s just too much! You could have killed her!” You snap at him angrily. “Madam Bo is a kindly old proprietress not a master martial artist!”

“That’s where you’re wrong y/n, Madam Bo is a former Lin Kuei and IS a master martial artist, she trained Raiden and Kang Lao from childhood as she helped raise my brothers and I when she was in the Lin Kuei,” Smoke explains emphatically, desperate to convey the fact he wasn’t the bad guy here.

“She, she was Lin Kuei? Seriously?” You ask in disbelief shocked by this new revelation.

“Yes, she taught my brothers and I everything we know, well outside of my magic and my brother’s birthrights,” Smoke continues. “She’s much more sturdy than she looks, it was actually her idea to throw her off the balcony, she said it had to look realistic, to make sure the three of you actually fought to your full potential.”

“I, I see, maybe I misjudged you all but I still don’t like how the whole thing went down, and I still don’t trust you or the Lin Kuei,” you huff as you stand up and brush off your pants before stalking off. Thankfully you don’t have to deal with the Lin Kuei for long, Lord Liu Kang had other plans for them and you don’t see Smoke again until after the conflict with Titan Shang Tsung.

“Hello my dear, in order to help keep Earthrealm’s defenders strong and at peak performance I’ve organized a training exercise,” Lord Liu Kang addresses you as he materializes from his portal giving you quite the start.

“Y-yes, Lord Liu Kang, of course, as you wish,” you nod enthusiastically, looking forward to keeping your skills sharp.

“You will be training with the newly formed Shirai Ryu, their Grandmaster Kuai Liang and second-in-command Tomas, will assist you in your training and when they are satisfied will let me know you have completed your training,” he states authoritatively.

You wince internally, not them, they were the Lin Kuei, they may have a new name and might have sworn their loyalty to defending the Earthrealm, just like you had but you still had reservations about the trip. You had been able to avoid them at the Wushi Academy but it would be impossible like this, but you couldn’t say no to Lord Liu Kang. Sighing deeply you relent, “yes Lord Liu Kang, I will do my best.”

You make your preparations to travel to Japan and once you’re ready Lord Liu Kang appears to you again to transfer you there via a portal, the Shirai Ryu compound was well hidden in the countryside and traditional travel would have required many modes of transportation, so you were grateful to Lord Liu Kang for his assistance. Once you arrive you are formally introduced to Grandmaster Scorpion and his fiancée Harumi, both seem like good and honorable people despite the Grandmaster’s familial ties to the Lin Kuei’s Grandmaster, someone you definitely were not fond of. Maybe you had misjudged the former Lin Kuei members, you did think to yourself how Smoke had gone out of his way to sit with you and explain the situation with Madame Bo, slowly you found yourself less hostile. The longer you stayed with the Shirai Ryu and trained with them the fonder you found yourself of them, particularly Smoke, he was actually dare you say, sweet?

“How are you enjoying your time here, y/n?” Smoke asked you one night after the communal meal while you were enjoying the lush gardens of the Shirai Ryu Temple.

“I’ve enjoyed my time here immensely, the gardens are my favorite place to be, they’re so peaceful and serene, it makes me feel at peace,” you answer truthfully.

“I’m glad, I know you haven’t always been the biggest fan of me, but I have honestly always admired you and your skills and it’s been my pleasure to help you develop and hone your skills further, if there’s anything else I can do just let me know,” Smoke stands up making ready to leave and you tug on his pants.

“Stay with me for a bit?” You ask, almost surprised with yourself but you couldn’t lie to yourself any longer, somewhere along your stay you had developed feelings for the smoke wielder, and if you’re curious to see if he felt the same way.

“My pleasure,” Tomas answers and sits back down next to you enjoying the serene setting of the gardens with you.

“I, I have a confession to make, when I first met you I disliked you, no, down right hated you and your brothers for the events of the Tea House, but now I realize you’re nothing like that thug,” you pause to gather your courage. “The truth is Smoke, I find myself having feelings for you, I care about you and want to be closer to you, I want to be with you,” you confess, your cheeks flushed with the embarrassing words.

“I had hoped you felt the same way about me as I do for you, but I didn’t want to cross any lines or make you feel uncomfortable but zlatíčko I think I’ve been in love with you since the moment we crossed paths. Please, call me Tomas,” he returns your confession enthusiastically.

“T-Tomas,” you try his name and like the way it sounds coming from your lips, and if Tomas’ expression is anything to go by, so does he. His silvery eyes are lidded with pleasure and a faint blush spreads across his cheeks, he leans forward and closes the gap between the two of you as you share your first kiss together. It’s soft and gentle, slow and patient and wonderfully warm, the action ignites a spark of arousal just simmering in your belly, you’re immediately hungry for more. You tilt your head to the side letting the warrior deepen the kiss as you hungrily part your lips and welcome his warm tongue, it slides softly along your bottom lip as if asking permission before delving inside. You moan softly at the welcome intrusion and suck softly on his tongue pulling a soft moan from the smoke wielder, your hands wrap around him pulling him closer as your hands continue to glide over his well-muscled arms.

“Mmm zlatíčko, if you keep this up I may not be able to stop myself, I’ve found myself many lonely nights with just my thoughts of you to keep me company,” he whispers, biting his lower lip as if embarrassed.

“What if I told you I don’t want you to stop, what if I told you I may have thought about you the same way,” you reply sweetly, your lips finding his neck and sucking softly.

Smoke moans low in his throat, “please don’t tempt me, I want you so desperately,” he all but pleads with you.

“So, take me,” you whisper in a sweet invitation as you climb into his lap and you’re met with his hardness and it makes you feel bolder as you reach your hand down and start stroking at his clothed manhood. The moan he makes is so amazing and makes you feel lightheaded with arousal as you palm him harder through his pants and suck on his neck harder. Your lips soon find his again as you kiss him hard, teeth clicking together as you battle for dominance, he eventually concedes defeat as your tongue dances in his mouth and intertwines with his. You soon find yourself topless as the skilled warrior divests you of your bothersome garment, his face is pressed hotly between your breasts as he shudders slightly and rubs his smooth face against your lovely mounds. His skilled hands make quick work of your bra as he cups your breasts lovingly in his large callous hands.

“I, I must warn you zlatíčko, I’m not very skilled in the ways of pleasure, but I’m happy to do whatever I can to please you,” Smoke breathes out, embarrassed by his own shortcomings.

“We’ll have to figure it out together then because I’m afraid I’m in the same boat, I’ve well seen how things are done though,” you explain, the flush spreading to the tips of your ears now as you confide your inexperience to the other.

Softly Smoke presses a kiss to the top of your breast before his lips close around your nipple as he sucks lightly, the other hand teasing and lightly pinching your other breast earning a soft moan from you. He gradually applies more pressure sucking fervently on your nipple as his tongue swirls along the pebbled nub the action causing more heat and arousal to build up in your stomach as you feel your pants getting sticky and uncomfortable. You dip your hand underneath his waistband to grab onto his velvety shaft and he feels big and you’re suddenly a bit more nervous than you already were, but you trusted Tomas not to hurt you, so you gather your courage and start stroking his cock.

“Oh shit, that feels so good,” he hisses pulling away from your nipple and moans slightly the sound getting stuck in his throat.

“I want you, please,” you whine cutting the foreplay short the feeling of his hard cock so eager for you stroking your ego to the point that waiting is no longer an option.

“Are you sure?” He asks panting softly as you keep stroking his length in his pants as he moves to continue undressing you but stops to make sure this is what you really want.

“Make love to me Tomas,” you sigh softly giving him a soft kiss before rolling off him and lying in the soft grass of the picturesque garden.

“As you wish my lady,” he smiles and swallows audibly, clearly battling with some nerves, but he shakes them off the best he can as he pulls his top off and helps pull your pants and panties off. He can’t help himself though, he has to sneak a taste as he presses your thighs apart and slots his head in between your thighs, and runs his tongue over your luscious little pussy, it's welcoming and sticky with your want. He moans deeply as he gets his taste and the vibrations reverberate through your body pulling a startled cry of his name from you.

“Tomas please, stop teasing,” you whimper and wriggle the action of just his tongue alone was almost enough to overload your inexperienced body.

“Sorry,” he offers sheepishly before kicking his pants off and positioning himself between your legs, he grabs his cock and rubs the slick velvety head along your slit a few times before resting at your entrance. “Let me know if it hurts,” he tells you before kissing your forehead and slowly pushing inside your impossibly tight warmth.

You cry softly as you feel his cock opening you up and pushing inside you, it feels full, so full, and slightly uncomfortable, you suddenly feel a jolt of pain and a slight tearing sensation as Tomas keeps pushing steadily in. “Oh fuck, it hurts a little, but at the same time it feels nice, I-I can’t explain it,” you whimper as you wrap your arms around Smoke’s well-built shoulders.

Tomas immediately stills, “do you want me to pull out, or stop? We don’t have to do this,” he insists.

You shake your head ‘no’ and squeeze gently around him earning a sharp breath from Tomas, “no, please keep going.” You squirm slightly and roll your hips experimentally against his cock as he finishes burying it inside your plush walls, it feels like it's too much but at the same time, it feels like it was built just for you. “Oh Tomas, you feel so good,” you whine.

“Heh, I was about to say the same thing about you zlatíčko,” he quips back as he holds himself still, letting you adjust despite his desire to feel more of your sticky, tight wetness.

“You-you can move, I think, please?” You ask him softly as the burn and sting dissipate as your body acclimates to his cock.

He starts thrusting slowly and it feels heavenly, you moan immediately as his cock starts moving inside your tight canal. He makes soft noises as his cock disappears in and out of your tight, wet pussy, “god, you’re perfect zlatíčko, so warm and tight, it feels so much better than my hand.”

“Tell me about it,” you moan in agreement and cant your hips slightly and suddenly cry out sharply as Tomas’ cock suddenly hits something inside you that makes you see stars. “Do, do that again,” you practically demand and Tomas repeats the action pulling another shaky cry from you. “Oh please, yes, that’s so good Tomas,” you whimper as you focus on keeping your hips at the perfect angle so each one of his thrusts hit that sweet spot over and over. You cling to his body as he thrusts in and out of you, the arousal building and building in your stomach as he keeps a steady pace.

“I’m not going to last much longer zlatíčko, where do you want me to cum?” Tomas asks and he’s breathy and dripping in sweat as he starts fucking you harder now, chasing his release.

You panic and you aren’t sure where you want him, “in-inside please, I want to feel you cum, please Tomas, just a little more, I’m so close,” you beg him, eyes squeezing closed as your stomach tightens almost unpleasantly.

“As you wish,” he pants and keeps plunging in and out of your tight pussy, his body shaking with exertion.

“To-Tomas!” You squeal as your orgasm suddenly washes over you, the pleasure jolting down your spine as your toes curl and you feel lightheaded as you hit your high.

Tomas holds you tight and moans loudly as you want soaks his cock making it hard to keep it inside you, he manages though as he quickly falls over the edge as your pussy walls flutter and grasp his cock.

You shake slightly as you feel Tomas’ release flooding your tight pussy and you whine at the sensation, you can’t stop shaking as the feeling of your lingering orgasm intensifies knowing you had pushed Tomas to his limit too.

Tomas tries to pull in deep breaths of air as he tries to get his breathing back under control as he moves to pull out of you, concerned he might be hurting you.

“Please stay close, it feels so good,” you whimper, shyly as you hold him, unwilling to let go of your post-coitus glow.

“Whatever you want zlatíčko,” he smiles and holds you until you're ready to let him go.

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