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I want to ask for a Kaptain Krazee x female reader story in which the female reader who is in her mid-20s is transported from the real world to the Haunting Hour Series world. She is turned into a clown, and Chris's parents take her in. When she meets the other clowns, Kaptain Krazee in particular develops a strong, obsessive interest in her. The female reader has no desire to be romantically linked with Kaptain Krazee in any way because she finds him to be so strange and creepy. Even though he is aware of this, Kaptain Krazee still tries to capture her heart and make her his bride. The female reader thinks of him as odd and frightening, despite his attempts to show his love for her in his own unique and strange way. Also, the female reader will have a choice whether to leave the Haunting Hour Series World and return to her own or stay in it forever after 10 days. I think it would be interesting if Kaptain Krazee were to find out some kind of way because then he would try everything within his power to make sure the reader cannot leave him.

Note: This episode is known as “Afraid of Clowns” of the Haunting Hour Series and the full episode is available to watch on youtube. Note: Kaptain Krazee is the leader of Clowns and ringmaster of his circus.

Pairing: Kaptain Krazee x Clown F! Reader

Requested: Yes/No

Type: Part 1 out of 2

Word count: 3.6K

Sidebar: Had a lot of fun with this. Freaking love isekai stories. Was supposed to be a one shot but it’s too long for that.

Warning: Clowns, isekai reader, obsession, toxic behavior (Yandere-ish)

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It was a strange experience.

One moment, you're innocently clicking on a link sent by your friend, and the next moment, you find yourself transported into your phone, landing unceremoniously in front of a house.

Things only get stranger from there.

As you pick yourself up and try to make sense of what just happened, you notice that your feet have become unusually large and your hands have grown in proportion. It's unsettling to say the least.

A scream involuntarily escapes your throat as you examine your hands, treating them as if they belong to someone else. As you're caught up in your confusion, the front door opens, and two figures emerge. Well, not just any figures – they're clowns, wearing frowns instead of smiles.

Another scream escapes your lips as you fall back and start crawling away, desperately trying to convince yourself that this isn't real. But with each backward movement, the clowns advance, gradually lowering themselves to your level. It's a surreal experience, and in your panic, incoherent words spill from your mouth. The clowns simply tilt their heads and smile.

"Oh my God!" you gasp, a shiver running down your spine. It has been years since you last felt afraid of clowns, a childhood fear that you had overcome. But now, it all comes rushing back as you begin to hyperventilate. Your eyes roll back, and everything goes dark.

When you regain consciousness, you find yourself in a different setting – a warm and comfortable home, lying on a couch. A delightful aroma reaches your nose, and you slowly sit up, searching for the source. To your delight, you spot a plate of breakfast on the coffee table in front of you.

Your stomach betrays you at first sight, growling at its alluring smell and appeal. Looking around you once more, you grab the plate to sniff it before starting to eat. You weren’t too surprised to see that the it taste as good as it look but you were still cautious after waking up.

However, you bite freezes midway as you hear a creaking sound. Slowly turning your head, you come face to face with two figures standing there, wearing unsettlingly sweet smiles. An overwhelming sense of eerie déjà vu washes over you, though you can't quite pinpoint where you've encountered it before.

The man and woman exchange glances, their expressions a mix of concern and reassurance. It is the tall and slender man who takes a step forward, crouching slightly to meet your gaze. His voice is calm and gentle as he speaks, "We're here to help you."

Confusion clouds your mind as you struggle to make sense of their words. "Help me? I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you're talking about," you respond, blinking in an attempt to gather your thoughts amidst the growing uncertainty.

The woman, sensing your confusion, crouches down beside the man, her eyes filled with understanding. "Do you really not remember, dear?" she asks softly, her voice carrying a hint of familiarity. And suddenly, like pieces of a puzzling puzzle falling into place, it dawns on you why their faces seem so familiar.

"Holy shit! You're those clowns," you exclaim, the plate slipping from your grasp and shattering loudly as it meets the floor. With a mix of fear and disbelief, you instinctively leap backward onto the couch, curling up in the corner as if seeking refuge from the surreal reality before you. "You're those clowns! But... but now you're human? What the hell is happening?"

Their smiles fade slightly, the woman reaches out a hand in a gesture of reassurance, "Please, try to stay calm," she says softly. "We understand that this is confusing and overwhelming, but there's more to the story than you remember."

Reluctantly, you unfold yourself from the corner of the couch, your heart pounding in your chest. The shattered plate on the floor lies forgotten as your focus shifts to the mysterious pair standing before you. They appear human now, but you can't shake the memory of their clown personas. Slowly, they approach you, their human disguises still intact.

"We're sorry for the scare," the woman says gently, sitting down beside you. "We are part of a secret clown society that operates in the shadows. We hide among humans, blending in with everyday life."

Confusion and disbelief swirl within you. Clowns with a secret society? It sounds so silly it didn’t seem possible. Yet, the sincerity in their eyes and the unusual circumstances you find yourself in make it difficult to dismiss their words.

The man continues, sitting down beside the woman, peering past her to you, "We were getting ready for bed when we heard your scream. Concerned for your well-being, we rushed outside to find you in front of our house, transformed into a clown. Before we could offer any assistance, you fainted."

You take in their explanation, slowly absorbing the strange turn of events. Despite the lingering fear, a glimmer of curiosity surfaces. You find yourself asking, "Why do you hide among humans? And how did I end up in this situation?"

The woman's smile is tinged with sadness as she answers, "Our society seeks to bring joy and laughter to the world, but not everyone likes clowns so we have to hide. As for you ending up here, well, we aren’t so sure..” she trails off, looking the broken plate on the floor.

Regret fills your eyes as you realize the unintended consequences of your actions. The plate shattering on the floor leaves you with a sense of remorse, hoping it wasn't a cherished possession to the woman.

“But I know who might!” the man exclaims, a spark of excitement lights up the man's eyes, and he enthusiastically rubs his hands together. The woman's expression mirrors his excitement, forming an 'o' shape with her mouth as she grasps his idea.

"Oh, that's right!" she exclaims, matching the man's enthusiasm. "We can bring her to him!" However, their excitement only deepens your confusion. Who is this mysterious person they are referring to?

Blinking in confusion, you interject, your gaze shifting back and forth between the two clowns. "Again, sorry, but who exactly is 'him' that you're talking about?"

Their smiles widen, and once again, you find their presence unsettling. You instinctively shift away from them, hoping to create some distance without drawing too much attention. Whether they notice your subtle movement or not remains unclear. Without further ado, they both rise from the couch, each taking on a different task. The woman stoops down to gather the broken pieces of the plate while the man makes his way towards the kitchen.

As the man disappears from your sight, the woman pauses and directs her gaze towards you. Her eyes hold a reassuring expression as she speaks, "Don't worry, you'll receive the help you need. I promise." She nods affirmatively, punctuating her words with a playful wink. With that, she straightens herself and gracefully walks away, presumably to dispose of the shattered remnants of the plate.

Left alone in the room, you find yourself lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. Countless questions fill your mind, but there are no answers in sight. The mere act of sitting there, pondering why you are here, who this mysterious "him" is, and how you can escape becomes a recipe for madness. The uncertainty looms over you, making it difficult to make sense of your situation.

The room feels confining, and you can't help but feel trapped. Each passing moment only amplifies your desire to unravel the enigma that surrounds you. You yearn to understand why this has happened and what steps you can take to break free from wherever you are. The weight of it all threatens to overwhelm you.

Just as despair starts to settle in, a glimmer of hope emerges. You hear footsteps approaching, breaking the silence that has enveloped the room. Relief washes over you, tinged with a hint of apprehension. They have returned, bringing with them the possibility of guidance and answers. It's a chance to find your way out of this perplexing situation.

"Come on. We're going for a ride," the man says, while the woman holds out a jacket, beckoning you to follow. They are both wearing coats, with the man positioned at the door. As you reach the woman, she kindly assists you in putting on the jacket, for which you express gratitude with a smile. Her gesture was thoughtful and unnecessary.

Once you step outside, the chill in the air becomes apparent, amplifying your gratitude for the coat. You snuggle into it, seeking both warmth and comfort for your nerves. Uncertain of their destination, you reluctantly enter the vehicle, gazing out the window as the house recedes into the distance.

Usually, someone in your situation would be scared. You don't know where you are, what happened last night, or how there's a secret clown group. You're not sure if the people in the front are telling the truth. But then you remember that you're an adult who can make decisions like an adult. Whether it was safe to fall, you were confident you can make the right choice when it comes. And if clowns really exist and you were one...

"Wasn't I a clown last night?" you inquire, shifting your gaze away from the window to fixate on the back of the man's head, hoping for an immediate response.

He affirms with a nod, "Yep…but you can't exactly walk around as a clown, can you??" His statement elicits a few soft chuckles from the woman, who rests her hand on his leg.

You hum in agreement, "I suppose not..." You divert your attention back to the window, only to witness the scenery abruptly morphing before your eyes. Shock causes your eyes to widen, prompting you to sit up in your seat. You desperately want to question if they are witnessing thing too, but as they appear unfazed, you figure that such occurrences are normal for them.

The car approaches, it passes through a grand gate, granting a view of a captivating sight: rows of colorful circus tents on both sides. Surprisingly, the entire place seems eerily deserted, leaving you to wonder where all the performers and crew might be. The car eventually comes to a stop right in front of the largest tent, positioned prominently at the center, demanding attention.

The couple exit the car first, and you follow suit, but at a more deliberate pace. Determination fuels your steps as you remind yourself that unraveling the mysteries and discovering the answers you seek is your primary objective. The once-intimidating presence of clowns no longer instills fear in you; it's a reassurance you repeatedly affirm within your mind.

Approaching the entrance of the large tent, a mix of anticipation and uncertainty fills the air. The flaps of the tent flap gently in the breeze, as if inviting you to step inside and uncover the secrets that lie within.

The couple reach the entrance, their expressions composed yet brimming with a shared understanding. They hold the flap open, gesturing for you to enter first. Stepping over the threshold, you find yourself in a different world altogether. The interior of the tent is a vibrant tapestry of colors, adorned with glittering decorations and whimsical props. The scent of sawdust and cotton candy lingers in the air, evoking memories of childhood circuses.

A scream escapes your lips when you turn around to see the couple pull off their faces, only to be amplified when a group of eerie clowns materializes behind you. The once-jolly atmosphere of the tent is now suffused with an overwhelming sense of dread. Grinning unnaturally, the clowns fix their intense gazes upon you, their presence sending shivers down your spine.

Without uttering a word, they part to create a path that leads you further into the tent. Reluctantly, you follow their lead, your heart pounding in your chest as you step along the trail. The air grows heavy with an inexplicable tension, as if the very fabric of reality is warping around you.

Finally, you arrive at a door adorned with shimmering lights and golden accents. This is the threshold, the gateway to the unknown. It beckons you to cross over, promising answers to the questions that have haunted your mind.

The clown couple, their disfigured faces twisted into macabre smiles, turn to address you. Their voices carry an eerie warmth, contrasting with their terrifying appearance. "This is where you shall find the answers you seek," the woman says, her words resonating in the air. The man nods in agreement, his eyes gleaming with a peculiar intensity.

Summoning your courage, you extend your hand and grasp the ornate doorknob. It feels cool and solid beneath your touch, sending a shiver down your spine. With a deep breath, you turn the knob, feeling a blend of excitement and apprehension coursing through your veins.

The door opens with a haunting creak, revealing a chamber bathed in a soft, ethereal glow. The gentle light spills into the room, illuminating a space adorned with cryptic symbols and ancient artifacts. Each object seems to hold a fragment of the enigma you've been yearning to unravel. It's a place where hidden truths lie, waiting to be discovered.

Compelled by an insatiable curiosity, you step into the chamber, and the door closes behind you with a resounding thud. The outside world is sealed away, leaving you alone in this mysterious sanctuary. The air crackles with a sense of anticipation, and you find yourself surrounded by a tapestry of secrets. In the center of the room stands a large, ornate mirror, its reflective surface beckoning you closer.

Approaching the mirror cautiously, you catch a glimpse of your own reflection, but it flickers for a moment, as if a veil of uncertainty hangs over it. Suddenly, a figure materializes behind you in the mirror—a large male clown, his face adorned with white paint, accentuated by a purple diamond pattern over each eye, red diamonds on each cheek and a blood colored nose. His long, fiery red hair matches the shape of his thinly painted unibrow and enlarged painted red smile, adding to his unsettling appearance.

The sight startles you, and the line between reality and illusion blurs. Doubts creep into your mind, making you question your sanity since entering this surreal realm. As the clown begins to walk closer towards you, a mix of relief and terror washes over you. You back away, unintentionally bumping into the mirror, your heart pounding.

Desperately, you try to assert yourself, mustering a threatening voice, "Don't come any closer!" But the clown seems unperturbed, his lips curling into a macabre smile. He continues to advance, disregarding your warning as if it were mere amusement to him.

Peering down at you, his gaze filled with unsettling curiosity, he mutters to himself, "What do we have here?" His tone carries a sense of eerie intrigue, leaving you wondering what his intentions might be in this mysterious place.

Your heart races as he reaches out his hand, the movement appearing in slow motion. The anticipation builds, contrasting with the frantic beats of your heart. His hand finally touches your cheek, sending a chilling sensation down your spine. The touch slides to the back of your head, his fingers entwining in your hair with a firm grip.

Shock and disbelief wash over you, rendering you motionless for a brief moment. The sheer horror of the situation freezes you in place as you try to comprehend the impossible, despite seeing it earlier once. Your mind races, searching for rational explanations, but none seem to suffice.

With trembling hands, you reach up to touch your face, expecting the worst. As your fingertips make contact, relief washes over you—your skin remains intact. However, your reflection in the mirror reveals a haunting transformation. Half of your face is covered in a ghastly layer of white paint, smeared with ominous splotches of red and black shapes that seem to mock you. The other half retains its natural complexion, creating an eerie juxtaposition that serves as a constant reminder of the encounter with the clown couple.

"What's going on?" Your words hang in the air, unanswered, as you lock eyes with the clown standing behind you. He remains silent, his mouth agape, seemingly as bewildered as you are. Yet, his intense and unwavering gaze sends chills down your spine, making you squirm with discomfort.

"You're no ordinary clown," he murmurs, his eyes flickering over you, confusion marring his face as he tries to make sense of your presence. After a brief moment of observation, he asks, "How did you find yourself here?"

You eagerly respond, "That's why I'm here! I was told you could provide answers." Your voice carries a hint of disappointment, and your head lowers in a slight pout, feeling upset and vulnerable.

The clown clicks his tongue and lifts your head gently by your chin, making you meet his gaze. He shakes his head, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing against your cheek. "You're one of us now. We don't look down, only up," he grins wildly as you peer up at him, a mix of awe and fear in your eyes. Being this close to him amplifies his scary appearance by tenfold. "You've come to the right place. They call me the ringmaster, Kaptain Krazee. And what's your name, doll?"

You recoil slightly, offering him a hesitant smile. "(Name)," you reply softly, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "Will you help me?"

His smile falters, his gaze shifting away from you to a book resting on his desk. His head tilts, as if engaged in an internal struggle. Eventually, he nods reluctantly, taking a step back and moving towards the desk to retrieve the book.

"This book ain't your ordinary read," he murmurs, his eyes lighting up with fascination. He turns towards you, his excitement bubbling over. "It's got somethin' magical about it, see? Changes its contents for whoever lays their hands on it. It's like a secret language only it knows." He trails off, then takes a step closer to you, extending the book in your direction. "I reckon it's got a page or two just for you. Care to take a peek?"

You hold the ancient book in your sweaty palms, unsure of what mysteries lie within its weathered pages. With hesitant anticipation, you carefully open it, and to your astonishment, letters manifest out of thin air, forming a message that appears as if by magic.

The words on the page reveal an extraordinary truth – you are one of the few individuals who have been mysteriously transported into this fantastical world. The book explains that you have been granted a precious gift of ten days to explore this realm, to unravel its secrets, and to determine your fate within it. After the allotted time, you will face a pivotal decision: whether to remain in this enchanting world or return to the reality you left behind.

As you read the words, Kaptain Krazee's impatience gets the better of him. He leans in, his curiosity piqued, and his frown deepens upon comprehending the significance of the book's message. Ten days seemed far too short for him. He had become fascinated by your presence and longed for more time to explore the depths of your connection.

Contemplating the book's message, the clown's thoughts race. He realizes that within these ten days, he has a chance to show you the joy and wonder of being a clown, to share his world and get to know you better. Perhaps, just perhaps, there is a glimmer of hope that you might choose to stay, not only within this realm but by his side.

When you lower the book, you notice his intense gaze fixed on you again. His eyes reveal emotions you can't quite grasp, leaving you puzzled. What is he trying to convey? You're not a mind reader, and even if you were, you're not sure you'd want to know his thoughts. There's an air of mystery and hidden intentions surrounding him.

"Okay," you nod, handing the book back to him. You turn away, deep in thought about what lies ahead. Ten days may not seem like much, but you have to muster the patience to endure this surreal experience. It's the only way you can make it through.

You flinch instinctively as his hands rest gently on your shoulders, uncertain about the intentions behind his seemingly affectionate gesture. You steal a sideways glance, meeting Kaptain Krazee's mischievous grin. His words, filled with an unnerving enthusiasm, make you question his perception of you.

"I'm here to lend a helping hand, my dear. We have plenty of exciting things to occupy your time," he exclaims with an exaggerated cheerfulness. "And trust me, with your natural charm and unique appearance, you'll be the star of the show."

His comment leaves you perplexed, causing your eyebrow to raise in skepticism. Charm? Looks? You've never regarded yourself as particularly charming or attractive, especially not in your current clown-like guise. The notion seems absurd, and you can't help but wonder what relevance appearance holds in the context of the circus. Everything within these twisted walls seems to serve a purpose, often a sinister one.

Your gaze narrows as you scrutinize Kaptain Krazee, searching for any hidden meaning behind his words. Is there something he's not telling you? The circus is known for its tricks and illusions, after all. You've learned a long time ago to be cautious, wary of what lies beneath the surface and knew you can take care of yourself.

He steps back, motioning towards the door with a slight bow. "Shall we?" he asks.

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falcqns · 3 years

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You’re Worth It

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x College Student!Reader

Summary: You visit Bucky’s apartment for the first time, and assure him that he's worth so much more than he thinks.

Warnings: SMUT! age gap but its legal, very insecure Bucky, oral (f receiving).

A/N: Hope you enjoy!

You stood outside Bucky’s apartment door, watching your boyfriend dig his keys out of his skinny jeans, his other hand on a bag of groceries that contained your soon-to-be dinner. He pulled them out and located the door key, before turning to you. “Are you sure you want to stay here tonight, doll? I’m more than okay staying at your apartment.” He said, his eyes not leaving the ground in front of him.

You smiled, and placed your backpack on the ground beside you before turning and grabbing his stubbly face in your hands. “Baby. I want to stay here with you. I don’t care what it looks like. Whether it’s dirty or clean, the cutest apartment in the world, or the ugliest. It’s yours, and I want to see it.” You said, and he smiled before nodding. “Okay.” He said. He put the key in the door, and unlocked it. You followed him into the small apartment, and was immediately surrounded by the smell that was undeniably Bucky.

You loved the way he smelled, you always had. He smelled like a field of lavender flowers on a beach, with a hint of salt water. He dropped his keys on the table, and turned around to face you. You placed your backpack on the floor again, this time by the table and looked around. There wasn't much, but he had a small chair and a side table, and a small tv stand where his tv sat. There was a chair in the corner by the kitchen island, and that was it. Your eyes ran over the pile of blankets on the floor, and you could feel your heart break.

He slept on the floor.

He chuckled as you looked around. “Sad, huh?” He said, walking into the kitchen with the food in hand. “No.” You said, and followed him to the kitchen. “Like I said outside. It's you. You are building a life after a lot of suffering. Nothing about this is sad.” He shook his head as he took out the carrots and potatoes from the bag.

“I couldn't even afford a full couch.” He said. You dropped your phone on the counter gently, and wrapped your arms around his waist. You rested your head in between his shoulder blades, and inhaled his smell.

“Baby, it’s okay. You were gone for 5 years. So was half the world. Before that, you were living in Wakanda, where you didn't have to deal with the stresses of regular life. And, before that, you were trapped within someone who wasn't you. Don’t blame yourself for any of this. I love you for who you are.” You said, and Bucky turned around, his arms circling your waist.

“How did I get so lucky?” he mumbled into your hair. You giggled, and lifted your head. “By saving my life,” You said, before pressing a kiss to his lips. He kissed back immediately, and pulled you closer.

You pulled away when the need for oxygen became dire, and you smiled at them again. “All I did was pull you out of the way of a car that was out of control, doll.” He said, and ran his hand down your arm as you pulled out of the hug. “I would’ve gotten hit if you didn't. I’m not a super soldier like you are, its highly unlikely I would have survived if it weren't for my hero,” You mentioned, as you walked over to your backpack and pulling out your laptop.

Bucky chuckled, and watched as you sat down in the chair across from the tv. You tucked your feet under yourself, and sat your laptop on the arm before powering it on.

Bucky began to move about the kitchen and make the two of you dinner. No matter what you said, he couldn't stop feeling guilty about the state of his apartment. He could have at least bought a blow up mattress for you to sleep on, so you wouldn't be stuck sleeping on the hard wood floor with him. Better yet, he could have bought a bed. He had a bedroom, but he didn't feel comfortable in there. He glanced over at you while he washed the carrots in the sink and saw how you stretched your back before returning to your homework.

It wasn't an unusual occurrence for him to hang out with you while you do homework. He actually enjoyed watching you do school work. he could barely remember school, and he never got to go to college. Between working and taking care of Steve, he both didn't have time and couldn't afford it. Then the war started, and he thought about going after, but his capture by HYDRA kinda ruined that one. During his time in Wakanda, he had thought about going to college, but at that point he was still a wanted criminal and that was out of the question. He had been thinking about it more recently, and had decided to wait until he was finished making his amends to enrol somewhere.

Mainly, he was just happy that you were getting an education. He planned on staying with you forever, marrying you, having kids with you, and growing old(er) with you, and he knew your future children would benefit from at least one of their parents having up-to-date school education. And, by up to date school education, he meant a curriculum that was developed this century.

He stirred the potatoes in the pot and smiled as he heard your fingers tapping on the keyboard. God, he loved you. You loved him for who he was, you didn't judge him, and most importantly, you didn't blame him for anything that happened. He hadn't been expecting to be so open with you about his past when he asked you out on a date, but you knew who he was instantly, and thanked him for saving your life. He may have physically saved your life that day, but he felt that you saved his life in every other way by just being yourself.

He continued to listen to you tapping on the keyboard, the clicking of your knuckles as you cracked them, and the slow but rhythmic breathing as you focused on your work.

Dinner was finished a few minutes later, and you closed your laptop just as Bucky was plating the veggies. You placed your laptop back in the bag, and joined Bucky on the ground to eat.

“Did you finish your homework?” He asked, and you nodded. You swallowed before speaking. “Yeah. I can't submit it yet, but it’s finished and ready to go,” You said.

The two of you continued making small talk throughout the night, and Bucky tried to find a way to convince you that the two of you should sleep at your apartment instead, but he knew that it wouldn't work. He tried to bite back the tears while you were in the showers and he laid out the blankets and pillows on the floor for the night. They almost fell again when he walked out of the bathroom from having his shower and saw you snuggled up on the ground, scrolling on TikTok. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he got a cup of water for himself and for you. He thought he had a handle on his emotions by the time he had settled next to you, but the dam broke when he laid down and your had found its way to your chest as it usually did.

Your head shot up when you heard his shaky breathing and his sniffling, and you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck. “What’s wrong, Buck?” you whispered, and his arms wrapped themselves around your waist before he answered.

“You deserve to be sleeping on a bed.” he whispered, and you shook your head.

“No. Don’t do that to yourself. I know how weird it is for you to sleep in a bed, and that's okay. I’ve been camping before, and I’m perfectly fine with sleeping on the ground. I’m fine, baby.” You whispered, but Bucky still shook his head.

“I should be able to afford a bed,” He said, and you sat up. “Stop. Don’t think that. You’re doing the best you can with what you have. You can barely afford the bills you have already because of what the government is paying you, which is way less than you should be. You’re doing great with what you have.” You reminded him, and he nodded.

“I know. But, I probably should have spent the little money I did have on a bed rather than a TV, but if I don't have the TV on, my mind runs to places I don't want it to. I know that’s not healthy, but neither is reliving everything I did for those years. I wasn't really thinking about having anyone to share my nights with during that time, so a bed didn't seem important. But, I should have bought a mattress when we started dating. Everything is just way too expensive compared to when I was growing up.” He said, a slight chuckle in his voice. You smiled, and pushed him back by the chest.

He smiled suggestively when you straddled his waist, his hands coming to rest on your hips. “Lets not talk about it anymore, okay? Maybe me riding you will help you forget it.” You said, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips that were red and slightly swollen from his tears. He didn't say anything in return, but kissed you back while running your hands up your back and under your sleep shirt. He moaned when he felt that you weren't wearing a bra.

“Naughty girl, not wearing a bra,” He whispered, as you kissed down his neck. He grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it up, leaving you in only your underwear. You moaned at his husky voice and ground your hips down on him. He moaned, and grasped your hips in his hands.

He let you grind on him a little more, thoroughly enjoying it, before flipping you over. He trailed his hands down to your underwear, hooking his thumbs into the straps, before pulling them down your legs.

He moaned when you were completely exposed to him. You looked at him with lust filled eyes, as he spread your legs, and settled himself on his stomach in between them.

He lifted your legs over his shoulders, and pressed kisses up your slit, making eye contact with you. “Fuckin’ beautiful.” he said, before diving into you.

He swiped his tongue over your clit a few times, before attaching his mouth to it and sucking. You jolted slightly when you felt the cold metal of his pointer finger slowly push inside of you. He pushed it to the hilt, and then arched up to rub up against your g spot.

You cried out suddenly and tangled your hands in his hair when his finger started vibrating right up against your g spot, causing you to fall over the edge into orgasm almost instantly.

Bucky pulled off of you with a pop, and grinned, still moving his finger in and out while you rode out your orgasm. Once your breathing slowed, he pulled his finger out, and put it into his mouth, sucking your juices off of it. He laid on his back, and guided you with his hands until you were on top again.

You began to shimmy down his body, but Bucky shook his head, and pulled you back up. “No. If you do that, I won't last, and I want to cum in your pussy not your mouth,” He said, and you bit your lip, and nodded.

His hands gripped your hips while you reached down for his now leaking cock, and gave it a few firm strokes, before lining it up at your entrance. You leaned forward and gripped your hands on his shoulder, before sliding down on him slowly.

“Fuck, doll. Always feels so damn good,” Bucky moaned, his hands tightening on your hips. You threw your head back and moaned as you began to move your hips, with Bucky’s help.

“Love seein’ you like this, babydoll.” Bucky rasped out, hit hips thrusting up to meet your movements. “Love how needy you get when you’re on top.” His words made you clench around him, and Bucky grasped your hips tighter to pull you down on his cock harder and faster each time.

You could feel the pressure building in your abdomen, and you knew Bucky was close as well based on the movements of his hips. You ground your hips into his before continuing to bounce on him.

“F-fuck,” Bucky grunted as he was used over the edge, and released inside of you. You threw your head back as you felt Bucky’s cum smash against your walls, which sent you over the edge, and you shook as you came.

A few minutes later, Bucky has cleaned both you and him up, and was coming back from tossing the wash cloth in the laundry hamper when he saw you sound asleep on the ground where he left you. He smiled slightly and carried you into the bedroom, along with the blankets and pillows.

He laid you down and straightened out the blankets, and put your pillow under your head, before laying down next to you, and pulling you into his arms. He drifted off to sleep seconds later with the plan on looking for a second hand bed in the morning. You deserved to sleep on a bed, and so did he, he realized.

At least the plush carpeting is softer than the hard wood.

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fandom-puff · 4 years

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Could you do a fluff alphabet for Lucius malfoy ?

Of course! Thank you for your request !!

Lucius Malfoy Fluff Alphabet

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Your voice. He could listen to you talk all day long, and if you apologise for rambling, he always tells you not to worry.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Yes. Part of it is because of his traditional upbringing (you know... produce heirs) but mostly... he just loves you so much, and would love to see a baby that’s the perfect blend of him and you

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Special. Sometimes he’ll take you out somewhere high profile, other times, it’s walks through the gardens, surrounded by the flowers...

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

Sweetling

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Walking in on you curled up in an alcove, staring out of the window. You looked so calm, so steady...

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Yes. He’s very gentle in a gentlemanly way (wow excellent use of the English language there, go me!) but like... he treats you like a lady, yanno?

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

He likes tucking your arm into his elbow, and holding onto it with his other hand

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Stunned. You were so... accepting. So much different from every other young woman he’s met, as they’re mostly after his power and money, but you only wanted HIM

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Very. Lucius doesn’t like to share, and he doesn’t like it when others practically slobber over you. You deserve to be treated with the utmost respect, and only he can really do this

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

In public, Lucius will kiss your cheek or forehead, or, more often, brush your knuckles with his lips. Alone, your kisses are passionate and needy

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

You do. He is unsure, not wanting to scare you off, but when you say it, he kisses you with such passion, you know he has been dying to say it for ages

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

It’s a vague memory really, but it’s still his favourite. You were in bed one morning with your head resting over his heart, drawing swirls on his tummy and ribs with your finger, humming softly to yourself. He pretended to sleep for a few extra minutes just to watch you

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Oh yes. The Malfoys are a wealthy family, and Lucius loves to spoil his significant others, often with expensive clothes and jewellery, perfumes, rare books etc. He is adamant you have the best.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

White- purity, innocence, life. Everything he doesn’t have what with being a death eater

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

My Darling, my dear, (when alone) Kitten, pet, a shortened version of your name

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

He loves old fashioned clothing- Edwardian, Victorian, regency era... he feels it suits him much better than modern upper class clothing

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

What he would do on any other day, really, sans going outside. He mostly stays in his study though

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

He sits in his gardens. There’s a hidden spot quiet far out with a bench that the flowers and trees simply grow around, with light peaking through the branches. It’s a calm, reflective place, and it’s where he distances himself when upset

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Politics, mostly. What’s going on with work. He loves to debate with you, encouraging you to challenge him playfully

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Listening to soft violin or piano music, or reading a good book in his library. He often pulls you into his lap, and likes when you read to him, stroking his hair like a cat

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

This man is proud of literally everything. His home, his status, his peacocks, his family... there is very little he won’t show off, the man is literally a human peacock.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

At afternoon tea on the grounds of Malfoy manor, down on one knee with a beautiful, expensive yet classy ring in a velvet box.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Our posh boy deffo loves a bit of Tchaikovsky js- swan lake is his favourite. It’s very elegant, just how he likes things to be.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Yes. He comes from a traditional family where the men are expected to marry and the women produce heirs. However, he would rather make the choice himself, courting you and ensuring that he loves you completely

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

His peacocks are his babies, and they’re all named after Greek Gods there’s Zeus and Apollo and Hermes and Eros...

If he were to get another pet it would be something like a hawk or a stallion.

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antigenius · 4 years

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Submission (PART 2)

A/n: so... this took a while. Hope this is good :”))) All characters are aged up as per usual!! Warnings: NSFW +18, this is a smut (ofc), handcuffs, unprotected sex, sliight yandere.

His fingers nestle inside you, cold thumb pressing against your nub hard. His stare was cold, malice glittered with such ferocity that your heart stopped for a moment. This wasn’t the sweet Deku you met four years back. The one that stuttered and laughed shyly when you flirted with him. This wasn’t the one that made you pancakes and cuddled you for long hours on the couch.

This Deku was the one you hated.

The one that pushed your buttons. The one that lived to see you mad. The one that held you tight to his chest and made your heart beat become vibrations. The one that held your body by the strings, shackling you to his alluring aura.

His lips enclose yours, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as his fingers scissor you, stroking with utmost precision. You wouldn’t be surprised if he knew what to do by memory, but how he remembered was the last thought on your mind right now.

“Iz.. Iz…”

His name was trembling from your lips. He smirked.

“Go on love, what’s my name?”

His free hand tips your chin up, a condescending glaze sending burning embers through your veins. The name rolls from your tongue, any semblance of your resistance crumbling in his touch.

“Izuku…!”

A hard press on your nerves made you shudder in absolute euphoria. The cuffs made a rattling noise as he softly chuckles.

“Mhm, don’t wear it out too much now.”

His fingers curled into your sopping walls, feeling you clench and curse around them. You could feel them reignite fires in your stomach, fires that you thought had been doused long ago. Your pitiful cries grow louder, the cuffs jangling fervidly to try and free themselves. Your hands longed to roam down his beautiful chest, pull his curls and get your lips together, to feel his abs rippling under your lips, to feel his pecs just beneath your fingertips.

“Izuk-“

His lips crash onto yours, heat flaring to your cheeks at sudden intensity. His tongue was hot and silky, the piercing leaving a slight metallic taste in your mouth. It was sloppy, it was breathtaking, it was all you needed to become putty in his hands.

His fingers leave your soaking cunt, the cold air hitting it and making your thighs rub again.

“C’mon, your turn.”

You look at him quizzically as he rolls his eyes.

“Dumbass.”

He shoves you down to your knees, unbuckling his belt.

“Don’t make me use this on you sweets.” He smacks the belt on his palm twice, a resonating ‘smack’ bouncing in the room’s walls. “Only brats need the belt, and you’re not a brat, right?”

You hated his fucking eyes. His eyes would be one day the death of you. The way they looked down on you, how they devoured you and rendered you useless in every single situation had you fuming. He cleared his throat.

“I expect an answer, sweets.”

“Y-Yes.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Yes who?”

“Yes, Deku.”

A smile paints itself onto his face. “Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

With a bit of rustling, his jeans and boxers hit the floor. He kicks them behind him.

Now if there was ever a pretty cock, Deku’s was fucking gorgeous.

The tip was red, angry from being withheld in his boxers, precum dribbling at the top. It was an average length, but gods was it girthy. It could stretch you in ways you couldn’t get from anyone else. Just like the rest of his body, freckles speckled on his dick like constellations. They were like the sprinkles on a cake, the finishing touch to perfection.

“Whatcha staring for huh?” He smacked the belt again, eyes cold and hard. “Get to it.”

Begrudgingly, you shuffle to him, coming face to face with his cock. You look up at him, and he looks down at you.

“Go on,” he says, “or do you need encouragement?”

You shake your head.

You face back to the cock in front of you. You start with open-mouthed kisses from the base to the top, earning soft grunts of approval and content from the male receiving. You trail the flat of your tongue against the underside of his member, lazily flicking up after the head. It was just how he liked it.

You watch him carefully as you do this, watching his eyebrows knit together and eyes screw shut, watching the tip of his ears turn a rosy shade of red as he hisses.

“Fuck…”

You take the head of his cock and suck, a low groan leaving his plush lips. Still sensitive, like you remembered. You felt his hands run through your hair as you let more of him into your mouth, easing yourself onto him.

However, you didn’t expect him to push your head all the way.

“You were taking too long.”

Your gag reflex was strong, but sudden movements like that makes life harder. Tears prick the corner of your eyes in pain, eventually accustoming to his length. You could feel hm pull your hair, humming.

“Aw… Haven’t sucked dick in a while huh?”

You mumbled under your breath. He pulled you off of him, your scalp aching from his strong grip.

“What did you say?”

You pant, albeit breathless. Nevertheless, you get the words out of you.

“Not like you’d know.”

He laughs at your statement, his cackles almost sounding maniac.

“Cocky aren’t we?” He giggles. “I nearly forgot how fun you were.”

In one swift motion, he pins you to the wall. The handcuffs clash against the plaster. Your breath leaves your lungs in a whooshing movement, coughing as he comes close to you.

“No one’s like you, sweets. No one hates me like you do. No one despises me like you do.” His lips hover over yours, and you could feel his breath over your lips. “Yet, no one loves me like you do. No one wants me like you do. No one needs me like you do.”

His lips press gently onto yours, not a kiss, but you felt skin upon skin. “So instead of staying in that horrid hate-love cycle…” Deku’s eyes were downcast.

“… why don’t you just let me love you?”

He was so close, your bodies were up against each other, you could feel his heart beating fast just by being near you. He felt so warm…

You swallow down the fuzzy feelings. This man was obsessive! He’d write a whole journal on your every movement, take photos from rooms you didn’t even know had a window, and would find you WHEREVER you were. He was scary. He was not to be trusted.

So why did you melt in his touch?

Why did you let his lips touch yours so delicately, something only lovers would do?

Why did you let him see you so vulnerable, to order you around and wrap you around his finger?

His lips were still, waiting for an answer. Your mind felt like goo, nothing coherent coming to the surface, only that he was right in front of you, waiting.

“I love you.”

Those three words made your heart soar and fall at the same time. Those three words made you angry and happy. Sweet, sour. Being weak and in power. They mixed your bubbling pot of emotions even further, when it was already a mess to begin with.

Your mouth opens ever so slightly, his lips mimicking your movement. The words you wanted to say however, were stuck. You were choking, choking on nothing and everything.

“I…”

“You don’t have to tell me.” He says, moving away a bit, the cool air on your face a bittersweet refreshment. “I know you’re gonna say-“

“I love you too.”

He stops. He looks at you in complete confusion, eyes blinking in surprise. You hated to admit it, but even with his creepy tendencies, you knew he was a good guy. You knew he was kind, caring and romantic. You knew he’d never hurt someone for no good reason. You knew he was everything you wanted and more.

You loved him.

“Really?” Deku’s eyes were bright, glittering with joy. “You mean it right? You’re not gonna leave again, right?”

You almost felt guilty now, for breaking up all those years ago. Maybe you had been wrong. Maybe the girls were wrong. Maybe you had to give him another chance. You were just peer-pressured into it by Mina and the gang, but didn’t know Deku like you did, right?

“Here, let me get those off you.”

He brings your hands down, freeing you from the cuffs. They drop to the floor with a clatter. Your eyes flicker from the cuffs back to him. Your eyes met. He approaches you, and this time, you don’t step away.

“May I?”

His hand tips your chin, but it’s different. It’s soft, it’s affectionate, it’s tender. You nod, never taking your eyes off him. He leans down; your noses touch.

A kiss.

It was like a contract.

A contract binding you to him.

He pushes you against the wall again, lifting your legs up and apart. His dick was still fully erect, pulsing, throbbing. His eyes were on you.

“Ready?”

His tone sounded so warm, soothing. You nod again. He pushes into you slowly, stretching you, taking great care to make sure you were okay. You felt loved. You felt cared for. You felt full.

“… I’m gonna move now.”

His thrusts were loving. They explored you, they filled you, like a missing piece of a puzzle you never could’ve solved on your own. You wrap your legs tight around him, letting his hands intertwine with yours. He was so close to you. He was so good to you.

“Iz-Iz…” The whine spills from your swollen lips. “F-fuc-”

He nips your neck, making you arch your back into him. Small marks bloomed across your neck and chest. Deku was meticulous, making sure there was no space left without some attention. You could hear him mumbling sweet nothings to you, sweet, sweet nothings that left your mind even messier than before.

He re-angles himself a little, hips coming onto yours with a loud ‘slap’. He brushes against your walls, teasingly rubbing your g-spot.

“Izuku!!” You buck into him, desperate to get that pleasure again. He smiles.

“Sorry sweets, I couldn’t help it.” He kisses your jaw. “You’re adorable like this.”

So he rubs again, and again, and again, until you saw stars. You grip his hands tight, knot unfolding.

“Izuku!!!”

He doesn’t answer, so you cum. The pleasure sends a current through your veins, a shuddering moan leaving you. Deku doesn’t stop, instead he carries you onto the sofa, the punishing pace from before getting quicker, his length going deeper.

“W-wait!-“

Your words were nothing. Any attempt at begging or pleading were deaf against his ears. Your walls squeezed tight around him, as if trying to slow him down. The action only spurred him further, the wet squelching sounds reverberating shamelessly. It was only a matter of moments when you felt the feeling rise up again, bubbling in your stomach.

“Izu… ku!”

A quiet growl comes from the back of his throat as he pinched your nipples. “What, sweets?”

“I-I-I-“

He doesn’t let you finish, his lips entangling with yours. It was heated, it was hot. He tasted like strawberries, sickenly sweet. Each kiss was like drinking saltwater. You’d drink and drink, but never felt quenched. Your skin was stained red as he cradled you close, his cock exploring every crevice, every nook and cranny within you. He pulls his lips away from yours, eyes piercing into you.

“Who do you belong to?”

His eyes were dark. Forest green turning to jade. You could barely say anything, let alone reply.

“Who?” He asks again, his thrusts getting sloppier.

“Y-you.”

He shakes his head, rolling your nipple between his forefinger and his thumb. “Who?”

“I… Iz…”

You could feel your whole-body trembling, your whole being quivering beneath him. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your hips pushed hard against his. You could feel electricity crackle down your spine, the building pressure making everything in your vision go white.

“IZUKU!”

Hearing what he wanted, Deku lets himself release, a heavy thick load spilling into you. He lets your back rest against the sofa’s surface, staying in that position so you got every single drop in you. It was hot, viscous, and so filling. You let your tongue hang out in a pant as more came out of him.

“So…” He presses a kiss to your cheek. “Wanna go for a round two?”

Despite your hate, your despise, your disgust, you had been pulled back into submission.

You were always his, you just needed a little reminder~

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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Overhaul / Chisaki Kai sfw alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Yeah... not very as you all may have expected. Chisaki is very reserved and his mysophobia doesn't help at all. Although, years of not touching nobody can do so much to a person and he MIGHT be willing to touch you after a few months... maybe years.

At the first few times he will only show his affection by giving you things. That's it.

But well, the wait is worth it. Chisaki is a gentleman by nature. Kisses on the hand whenever you pass by, forcing/invinting you to sit on his lap.

His forms of affection are from actions, not from words. He sucks with words, Im sorry.

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

Something tells me that Chisaki would start a relationship only when the person gives him some type of interest. Personality, knowledge.... QUIRKLESS.

Really, he does care more about how intellugent or what they could be to him as a partner, appearance comes just as a bonus to him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

AHA!

Jokes apart, Chisaki is just as a stone when cuddling... if he is willing to honestly because this man is such a tsundere brat it huRTS-

He would slowly learn how to do it, but please give him time and espace, he never done this before God help him.

He is much more comfortable with you laying on his chest as he continues on with his paperwork, it gives hkm a sense that he is not alone and that he can spend time with you while doing something so tedious as paperwork.

BUT! On harsh days, as example got into a argument with pops or a bad day in general, he likes to lay his head on your lap and just forget the world exists as hugging you close and inhaling your clean scent.

Also well, enjoy when he is sleepy.

Also, cuddling only after a shower. No buts.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Well, he does want to settle down but as long as he can continue gis work on the Hassaikai then its nore than fine to him (if we're talking about after the raid THEN HE NEEDS TO SETTLE DOWN AND SOME THERAPY)

Cleaning master. Sucks at cooking.

Okay, he is not that bad he can make a toast, but he just really doesn't like to do it, since is just so messy. Really enjoys your cooking though if you know how to...

If not his poor childhood friend will become the chef of you two. Seriously Hari need a break-

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Fuck. If HE had to break up he would be straight to the point. Cold and uncaring. Not even the whole "is not you, its me" no no. Chisaki will make sure to tell that he is breaking up because of you and thats final, being on his good intentions or not.

Kai would break up with his partner if they did something like cheat on him or something... and he is from the mafia you rreally want to take the risk?!

Or he would break up due to his fear of you getting hurt. But this will only happen when his paranoia would take over him.

He doesn't want to lose you soon, affirmative.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He feels unnecessary before he mets someone he feels really in love with. He doesn't believed in love when younger so its a tragic change.

And no. Chisaki wants to make sure he knows the person very well before he goes to get down on one knee for them. And surprisingly, if he feels like he is safe and can be vulnetable around his partner? Then he is on the cloud nine internally.

Only time will tell when you can get engaged with this plague man.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

TSUNDERE BASTARD-

Is that enough? No? Ok.

He is always scoffing and rolling his eyes when you are affectionate with him but ny god dont stop or else he will discount his rage and frustation on poor Rappa.

Although, when he gets a bit drunk or just overworked he is so gentle. Like, sweet words and all, it even shocks you sometimesm

For him, you are the light of his dark life, his angel. So he doesn't mind speaking behind closed doors on how much he loves you and cherish you being here with him. Likes to carres your cheeks with the back of his gloved hand or plant sweet kisses on your forehead, hands and most of all: lips.

Appreaciate it because his behaviour can change on how you take his words.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Nope. Only when he feels the urge to it, when he is tired or when you are down.

He is not much of a hugger. But is willing to give some to you since... you're special to him.

Although Chisaki hugs are like 👌😤. His arms caging you to gis chest and how warm it feels its just heavenly. He hugs you close and likes to give you little squezze that does not hurt to make you sure he is not letting go for a while.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Long. Long time until he says this.

Saying those three words means to him only one thing: vulnerability.

Its going to take a lot of time for Kai to let out those words, mostly sure that his partner will be the one to say it first, but Kai would jjst stay there and not reply.

One: embarrassed as heck; Two: he is sure that he loves you back but... he needs time.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He is more overprotective than jealous. Yet he does feel it. A lot.

He doesn't trust OTHERS, he knows you love him. But the world around him failed so many times when he was young that this man has doubts even on his most considerate coomurate. He fears that they might take advantege of you.

A tiny part of him fears that you will leave him because he is not the mostproper partner, but his pride takes over that very easily.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Soft, passionate and hot.

As spoken before Kai loves to kiss your hand, forehead, cheeks and lips. Those are the cleanest and softest places he found to make you embarrassed and all soft.

He isn't much to being kissed... but he does love it when he is there working and then you rub his shoulder a bit before kissing his temple than pecking his lips softly.

Leaves him a blushing mess all the time.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

*laughs* ERI-CHAN-!

I have a few scenatios of him actually being a good dad so... I will just skip this one and let you all see it for yourselfs.

Although, one word. Strict dad. You guessed right.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

My HEART THEY ARE THE BEST

Especially when he doesn't go to work because its only there that you can see his resting face on the pillows. Usually when he goes to work he gets up, dress himself and carres your check softly before leaving a kiss on your temple and leaving.

When he is free you're trapped. Cant get out of the bed until he does.

Sweet scraches and petting coming from him. TAKE THOSE.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Soft. Watching him, tired as always getting out of his clothes to put his nightwear. If neither of you feel like crashing down onto the dreamland, Chisaki will pick one book you may like, let you rest your head on his chest, shoulder or lap as he reads it out loud while scracthing your head.

If he is on the mood he might even sing you a lullaby... only if you're feeling down though.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

After a very long time on the relationship.

If he does have a mentalbreakfown he is blurting everything out like he is about to die and just needs to tell you everything. Although it would be almost impossible.

I feel like Chisaki would slowly reveal things of himself to you. Is the most like to happen.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Easy peasy little squeaky.

This man gets angry easily but he does know how to control himself over this situations... although when he loses his patience he does get pissed off (we saw him already guys with pops and the heroes)

In discussions he woudl rather distance himself then to just shout at you though.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

STALKER

He knows everything and more about you. Every little detail he will remember

Seriously, he might still have that annoyed face of his when you're talming but he is listening and paying attention.

Might as well surprise you with your favorite sweets or flowers.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

First kiss.

He never kissed someone besides you so all the memroy is very well guarded on his mind and he does cherish it everyday.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Overprotective. Will kill for you, overhaul and then kill again for you.

Chisaki is powerful, not only by his quirk but his status as well so only one look of his is enough to scare the others away.

Or his threatenings like... slipping his glove out and showing his victim his bare hand as a signal to not speak or dont come any closer unless they want to die.

Will fell weirded out if you protect him since like... he is a boss of the mafia? He doesn't need protection? He is your knight in shinning armor not the other way around.

... although it makes him a bit embarrassed.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

So much money that the Hassaimai is stealing from other gangs because of this asshole expending shit tones of moneh in your guys dates.

Everything you once thought or mentiomed for him is there. He is not afraid to spend money when it comes to you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Brush off something that its important to you bit seems unimportant for him.

Gets rude sometimes.

Always demanding on cleaning duty.

Wanting to keep his personal espace due to his mysophobia.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? Do your looks bother them?)

Not much. He only gives care to his cleaning habbits and his smell. Definitely not because you find his scent amusing and devine. Nope. Definitely not.

He doesn't care about looks. Really, do not give a shit. Is just a bonus to him. You're divine and angelic to him.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Many thumbs up.

He feels extra annoyed and bothered when you're not around. Pls stay with this plague man.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Cant sleep without you on his side. Really, he just cant. He tried many times already but just ended up scoffing and going after you just because he needed to sleep says him.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He calls you brat as a affectionate nickname but seriously, he doesn't want a child as his partner, so dont be too childish. It irritates him a lot.

BEING ORGANIZED IS NOT A OPTION IS A MUST. or else it will feel like he is more occupied scolding you then loving you for that matter.

Hates. HATES. when his plans doesn't work well and when suddenly you cancel a date of you two or any plans in general.

Hates.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs? Does it change around a partner?)

Cling to you for dear life when he gets comfortable with you. And I would suggest you to stay awake for a bit longer than him since he mumbles in his sleep.

Might be nightmares of rombas chasing him with knifes or words of how much he truly loves you? You might as well find out.

#bnha villains #bnha #bnha characters #bnha x reader #bnha imagine #chisaki kai #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul x reader #overhaul #fanfic overhaul #my wriring #zuffer writings

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nurseofren · 4 years

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Shower sex with Altman? 🙃🙃🙃

Relationship: Phillip Altman x Nurse!Reader

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Tags: Oral sex (F receiving), shower sex, very tender very sweet but also moderately horny? If self-care were a fic.

ST Rambles: This is some self-indulgent writing if I’ve ever seen it. I just had a twelve hour clinical and all I could think of when I was showering afterward was the ADCU and then I remembered I had this ask sitting in my drafts! Kismet and meant to be is the only way to put it. I hope this suffices, sweet anon.

After a twelve hour shift of nothing but blood, sweat, and tears - only the latter two being your own - your only want in the world was to feel scalding streams wash away the week in its entirety. This had been your fourth twelve in a row; every muscle aching, head pounding with exhaustion, and the sole object of your desire was to step into the shower and forget the world existed.

For the first few minutes you only stood still, feeling the warmth seep into you and knowing you would be able to stay in bed for an indeterminate number of hours the next morning. Every patient you’d cared for had been left safe and pleased, each of them smiling when you said your goodbyes. It was a wonderful thing to care for those who can’t themselves, but it was nonetheless tiring.

Before you could make a move towards the body wash, two strong hands twisted themselves from just beneath your breasts until they had interlocked you to the chest of your love, long fingers splaying over your rib cage and hip bone.

Phillip pulled in a deep breath, letting fall down your chest with the water. Plush, soft lips kissed and trailed the line of your collar bone, his hold steady in its effort to keep you against him.

“You can’t leave me for so long. These four day weeks are killing me, babe.” Teeth grazed the curve of your shoulder, just barely treading the slick skin.

There was genuine, heart-stopping yearning in the admission, reminding you just how near to his heart you were. To bind yourself all the more to him, you slipping your hands over his, aligning your limbs so to meld into the strong, solid chest behind you.

“They’re killing me, Philly.”

Phillip squeezed you harder. A low, smile-born hum nestled into your neck; he loved when you called him that, knowing only you were the one who could.

“You’re tired. I know.” He loosened his hold, a hand nudging you to face him. He leaned down and pressed his forehead to your own. He now held your head, thumbs brushing over the helices of your ears. “Let me do this for you. You deserve a break.”

“Do what?”

All you wanted was to kiss him and he quickly granted your inward wish, pressing gentle lips to yours and maneuvering his hold so one hand cupped your breast and another reached behind you. You clutched onto his wetting hair, pulling him down to you and pleading for him to stay with you just as he was. He felt so perfect, skin smooth and heated to match yours, it was all you could do in an effort to meld yourself to him.

You’d been so swept up in the way Phillip’s mouth moved with yours that you hadn’t noticed him letting a ribbon of soap collect on your bath puff before pressing it to the center of your chest. The sensation of the soft puff against your skin coupled with the guidance of his strong hand, a light force behind each thoughtful motion, along your body sent a thrill through down to your toes.

Silently, awed, you coiled your fingers along his forearms, moving with him as his muscles flexed in your hold. With one hand he held your breast, the other cleaning beneath your opposite. He pressed the sponge against you, letting suds pour down your belly and slip down your thighs. He finished with your front and held you close to massage the lather into the tight, worried muscles of your back.

A slight moan left when Phillip kneaded into the particular knot that had been bothering you since your second twelve. He’d seen the heating pad placed there the previous three nights. Ever surprising, Phillip Altman had turned out to be the most affectionate, observing man you’d ever known.

“God, I love you.” The praise left in a tearful whimper; you were so tired, so entirely winded with taking care of others. But Phillip was taking care of you tonight, his tenderness constricting your heart and moving you to press you face to his chest.

“Let me take care of you.” Firm fingers brushed the puff to the small of your back, pressing the soap over the cleft of your ass, and moving to massage into the full flesh.

It quickened your heart, your face warming and ears pounding in his closeness. It tickled into your fingers, your nails accidentally biting into his back before you noticed you’d reacted in such a way.

Phillip leaned away and met your mouth again, then your neck, leading down the trail of your carotid and nipping along the entirety of your torso. When he was kneeling completely, hands on either of your hips, he nudged his face into your sex, pushing his nose into the crease of your right thigh and sucking at the soft flesh.

“You’re so gorgeous.” He bit at you, a wince pleasing him when he slipped his hands to the fronts of your thighs. “Mm, I want you to cum on my face so I can taste this sweet fucking pussy.”

Your hands pressed against the glass door, stabilizing you when he first pressed the puff against your mound, a hand massaging the soap over the skin before water pelted the cleanse away. Phillip looked up at you, complete adoration and servitude steady in his gaze. His mouth parted, neck pushed forward, and finally his tongue laved against your clit; his eyes fluttered shut when he made first contact with your slit.

In response, a flourish of pleasure ricocheted with each lap of his tongue, your head falling back before resting against the back of your hand. A growl lit between your legs, Phillip seeing how completely needy you were for him. A hand led your leg over his shoulder, holding your knee and thumbing over the beads of water cascading past his grip.

Your eyes now closed, you missed the touch of his other hand before it came back and prodded your entrance. Bucking into his touch, you cued him to go deeper, to push two fingers into your cunt and let you feel him inside you. His mouth locked onto your clit and focused the tip of his tongue over the small, electric button of flesh.

Phillip curled his fingers into you, massaging your g-spot and rocking his hand in line with his tongue, release building so deep as to twinkle in your nose. It rose and rose, all too powerful for you to keep your hands steady on the glass, a single hand tearing into his scalp and pressing his face further into your cunt, wanting as much of his as possible.

An inferno erupted in your chest, your legs first quaking and quickly stiffening when your climax came just as he’d wanted it: all over his face. Phillip roused at your pleasure, fingers leaving you so he could lave and suck at the wetness he’d created. The hand at your knee was bruising, needy, and possessive; he liked seeing you like this. He lived to observe you soaring in a sky known only to the two of you.

Strength completely withered, you slipped down his slippery skin and down to your knees to join him. Light, loving fingers slid a pattern of tenderness along your spine, a separate strong hand burrowed into the wet tendrils of hair at the base of your skull. Your face was tucked into his him, cheek against chest as you listened to his heart beat.

“Carry me?” It was a simple request, but one desperate and rasped in its whispered nature.

Another breath left Phillip, this one a sated sigh. “Is my little nurse asking for help?”

A sweet, calm chuckle. “Your little nurse.” It had a nice ring to it, repeating it to hear it in your own, analyzing tone.

Phillip nodded, dropped his chin so his lips pressed to your forehead. “My little nurse.”

#Phillip Altman #Phillip Altman x reader #phillip altman x you #adam driver #smut #fluff

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The Archangel Theory - A Possible Explanation to MCR's new symbolism

Hello! This is a very long post, but I hope it’s worth the reading. Sorry.

I am Nana, and today I bring you a fan-theory on the meaning behind MyChem's symbols presented to us in the occasion of the band's return announcement and later on, at the actual reunion concert day.

First Considerations:

1. being it, as the title implies, a fan-theory, I do not claim any of the exposed to be factual when associated to MCR. I bring this thread to you guys in hopes that we can discuss, expand, teach and learn with each other, and maybe come to some sort of conclusion. Riddles are fun to play, especially together. I love riddles in fandom experience. :)

2. I highly apologize for my limited vocabulary and weird phrasing. I am not a native english speaker, but I'll try my best to make this understandable to everyone;

3. Despite my personal beliefs and stupid jokes, I mean no disrespect to any religion or symbol mentioned in here. (just as much as I believe MyChem also doesn't, on the wild possibility of this thread being on point with what they planned, lol).

That being said, before we start, I have some thanks to give:

this theory was only put together thanks to my lovely mychem group chat, composed by Raffs, Clara, Caroline and Hana. thanks for all the time and effort we shared, and for holding my brain with your bare hands when it was about to melt, friends.

Also thanks to Frank Iero himself, for laughing at me on twitter for me not being able to understand the reunion clues, despite "wearing a California 2019 shirt for 6 years". I humbly accept the possibility of this theory having nothing to do with the truth, but I sure hope I can laugh back at you in the end, rat. I love you.

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Now, let's finally head to The Archangel Theory, or, as I like to call it, The “If We're Not Careful We'll Turn Into Catholics” Theory, and how it all started.

It was Halloween. Everyone here was minding their own damn business (I was being a clown on twitter, Hana was putting on her badass revenge-themed makeup. You know, the usual). And we all know what happened: MCR raised gracefully from the dead, dropping brand new symbolism and a stunning angel image to our poor panicked hearts. A few days later, when Hana’s crying ruined makeup was long gone and everyone calmed the F down a little bit, people started to ask themselves: okay, cool, but what does it mean?

Like many of you, the first thought that crossed my mind was tarot. Because, well, how f-ing cool would it be, right? I draw tarot everyday. I just loved the idea. Mychem posting a latin countdown with some eerie photo was just… yea, I was very excited with this.

Many of us also associated the symbols with past albums and even with the members themselves. All of these theories are very valid to me, and I loved reading them. I agree with many points raised.

Well, everything was fine (as fine as it could be, because I am so damn curious). The Return concert happened at the faithful date of December 20, California. We all freaked out and enjoyed the noble services’ of days_fate and diet_shampoo’s streaming. All that jazz.

But then: well… another angel. I started to think to myself: is this a pattern? The show ends, we get very emotional, everything is okay (i hate this pun) with the world. Frank Iero makes a post-concert post on instagram, talking about how everything was pure Magick. With a K.

For those unfamiliar, this is an occultist term related to Aleister Crowley’s Thelema, to differentiate the religious concept from the “stage magic” that we are used to. A very carefully picked name that I highly doubt someone would drop around without knowing what it implies.... Don’t even start me with the K and C keys being so damn far away from each other on a keyboard.

At this point me and my groupchat were starting to be very done with Frank’s clownery (we indeed love him very much for that), and so we started to hurt our minds every single day since then. that’s the result:

THE ARCHANGEL THEORY

Let’s Return™ to the basics: angels and, probably, tarot.

Funny enough, there are actually angels in tarot cards. There are many types of decks, but for this we are using the most famous one, which most people believe holds ancient symbolism, The Rider-Waite Tarot.

There are many angels and archangels mentioned in the Bible (only a few by name, tho), but only four of them made it into being represented in tarot cards: Uriel, Michael, Gabriel and Raphael. Let’s get the gang together and meet the holy crew (please, forgive me for the puns).

Uriel:

whose name means “the light of god”, “the flame of god”. It’s the Wise Angel, often pictured as the one who holds books and scrolls and bears holy knowledge and understanding. or Clarity, if you will. They’re sort of the goth one™, associated with the Tartarus and being pictured as pitiless as any demon would; even holding the key to Hell during the end of times, Uriel is described as the angel who watches “over thunder and terror”. Uriel is sometimes even mistaken for a demon (apparently, the eastern catholicism accepts Uriel identity as an archangel, while the western catholicism gives more credit to its dark side, and does not encourage worshiping); this duality comes from the notion that very often, enlightenment may be the end result of dark times. Every archangel has many, I said MANY symbols attached to them, so other elements associated with this angel can be found on the image attached to this post.

About Uriel’s Tarot Card: if you were raised in a catholic family and slept through as much catechism as I did as a kid, maybe you’ll be surprised to know that Lucifer, Satan and Uriel are all different beings. Let it be a lesson: no matter how edgy of a teen you are, please accept knowledge from any possible source. Putting this thread together would’ve been so easier to me now if I did, haha... That being said, our angel Uriel is actually the Devil in the Devil Tarot card, which meaning touches on addiction, obsession, feeling imprisoned or restrained, but it being only an illusion of powerlessness. This card is an invitation to free yourself, fight distractions and temptation, and finally fulfill your destiny. Please, consider that tarot readings are very deep and variable; there’s extensive books only on tarot meaning, so I won’t explore much on each card. that’s just a very general notion.

Some sources also consider Uriel to be the responsible for the change represented in the Death card, despite not being directly pictured in such card. As stated before, Uriel is associated with the concept Death brings, being a turning point, and ending route.

The symbolism presented in the Devil card (as for the Rider-Waiter deck):

“At the foot of the Devil stand a man and a woman, both naked and chained to the podium on which the Devil sits. They appear to be held here against their will – but look closer, and you will notice that the chains around their necks are loose and could be easily removed. Each has small horns on their head, like the devil’s, a sign that they are becoming increasingly like him the longer they stay here. Both have tails, a further symbol of their animalistic tendencies and raw instincts, and the grapes and the fire on their respective tails signify pleasure and lust.”

Poor people. If only they knew better. A lil bit of Clarity, huh?

That’s it for MCR’s clarity symbol, conveniently shaped as a candle.

Michael:

whose name means “who is like god” (being it a rhetorical question, to mean that no one equals to God). It’s the Protector Angel. They’re the leader of angels in the battle against demons, Defender of God’s realm against Satan in the Book of Revelation. Michael is a warrior, and is often seem with the sword in hand, to allure to the idea of bravery. They’re described as the angel of strength, protection and Courage.

About Michael’s Tarot Card: Michael appears on the major arcana Temperance. In fact, even the name “Temperance” comes from the process of refining and strengthening materials in metallurgy. this one likes swords a lot, huh. That’s a card which meaning touches on patience and prudence. It means already having a clear vision and knowing what you want to achieve. Now It’s all about thinking before action, and accepting the balance of things, blending the opposites to achieve an ideal solution. Apparently a very suited card for a warrior of faith. Prepare yourself: in my research, I’ve found a source that associates this card with the color blue (the very same of the archangel) and the musical note G. Yes, the universe has a strange sense of humor.

The symbolism presented in the Temperance card: “The vessels in the angel’s hands represent the vessel that contains eternal life. The flowers are Irises symbolising the goddess Iris who links God to humanity. Iris travels from one end of the world to another, into the depth of the sea and the underworld. The angel’s feet, one on land and one in water, symbolise the unification of the external and internal, conscious and subconscious. It also represents testing the waters before jumping into the unknown. The red wings on the angel represent blood which symbolizes life. The sun conceals a crown which represents a connection to higher power. The triangle on the angel’s dress is an equilateral triangle and symbolise spirit, divinity, fire, life, prosperity, and harmony. It can also symbolise God and the holy trinity. The square outside the triangle represents protection and stability.”

The MCR symbol for Courage is a drop. is it a drop of blood? for an warrior angel and their endless battles on God’s behalf? Of water, the waters of unknown? The water of balance of life? I don’t know.

When Michael / was a young genderless being,/ their father…

Gabriel:

whose name means “strength of god”. It’s the Messenger Angel; Gabriel is often portrayed playing the trumpet, to make announcements of God’s will. (many angels play the trumpets on Revelations book,, but Gabriel seems to be the most intimately attached to this concept). In the hierarchy of angels, Gabriel seems to occupy a very high position, being knows as the “Left Hand of God” (our Michael aforementioned being the Right-hand angel).

Their famous appearances on the Bible includes appearing to Zechariah and the Virgin Mary, foretelling the births of John the Baptist and Jesus. Islam also has Gabriel appearing for many prophets, telling them the divine plans. In a way, all those messages are basically callings to a higher purpose, a proof of faith, a personal Sacrifice. This idea is reiterated by the symbolism of Gabriel’s tarot card.

Gabriel is also one of the Angels of Death (depending on the religious we are speaking about, there are over 14 different angels with this role). Not in a dark way, their role is to comfort and bring peace to the deceased, guiding them into the light. Gabriel is therefore an angel of mercy, redemption achieved through a proof of faith (often a self-sacrifice, of any nature), after a fair judgement. speaking of which…

About Gabriel’s tarot card: Gabriel appears on the major arcana Judgement, which meaning touches on taking responsibility for your actions, speaking the truth. It’s a beginning/ending type of card, but a different kind of change than the one represented on one of Uriel’s card, Death. While Death brings something unstoppable, more powerful than anyone’s options, Judgement usually portraits something you can actually choose to take part in. But it also your responsibility any consequences of not taking this step. A fair judgement, indeed.

The Symbolism presented in the Judgement card: “The angel with the Trumpet could be a reference to the angels and the seven trumpets in Revelation, bringing apocalypse and resurrection. The white banner with the red cross can be St. George Flag, and a reference to Saint George gives Judgement the symbolism of sacrifice done in the name of our faith. Both the flag and the trumpet are military symbols of authority. A man, a woman and a child are being called from the tomb of ego consciousness. The three people are reflected on the other side of the river, another symbol of the soul’s victory over death. The three people are also a symbol of the three pillars of the tree of life. The man and the woman has changed side from the familiar feminine on the left and masculine on the right. In Judgement it is the other way around. Perhaps it is to unify us and to tell us to look at a situation from a different perspective, from within. You are seeing the pillars from the Angel’s perspective. This symbolises to raise your thinking and ask for Divine Perspective. The mountains represent the structure that surrounds us all.”

Calling all units! Time for the ultimate vibe check.

I guess that’s it for our third MCR symbol, Sacrifice, shaped as hand. Is it a left hand, just like one of Gabriel’s titles? that would be interesting.

But not so fast.

Now we come to an interesting point. Gabriel is the first of our angels to have a sculpture used by My Chem. :) It’s actually endearing how, if this assumption is correct, they chose the messenger archangel to bring the good news: mcr is alive!

About Gabriel’s sculpture: our Return angel, as some of us already know by this point, is actually a piece called “Angelo e Alma”, by italian artist Pasquale Rizzoli. It is located on Cella Magnani, a memorial chapel of the Magnani family, inside Certosa di Bologna, which is a very antique monastery, later transformed on a monumental cemetery for many italian families. You can take a look here, it’s stunningly beautiful.

Finished in 1906, this piece was a commission by the widow of a war veteran called Natale Magnani, who apparently died young. As far as I understand written italian, since I speak portuguese (latin languages perks, yey!), it’s still difficult to me to do further research on this family. Being it an old, traditional italian family, there’s tons of Magnanis, but there’s little to no info on Natale or his wife’s lives on the internet, it seems. If you’re italian and have any info about this, please comment. It can actually be relevant to this thread.

This sculpture portraits an angel ascending to heavens, guiding a soul (represented as a woman in a long dress). There’s rose branches and lilies at the feet of both the angel and the soul, as they fly together. These flowers pay homage to Magnani’s family blazon, as stated by the Storia i Memoria di Bologna Project website, that also offers on their site a brief explanation on the meaning behind the many other plants on this piece. they all basically allure to death, sleep, and resurrection. you can check it out here.

The presented symbolism, being an angel appearing to a soul in their travel to the spiritual realm, and even the flowers used, lead me to conclude that this sculpture very likely pictures our Archangel Gabriel, in their judgement roles again.

Now, our holy rpg party already has a mage, a paladin and a bard. It’s time to introduce the most underappreciated (and my personal favorite) class:

Raphael:

whose name means “God heals”. Raphael is the angel for healing, thus making ‘whole’ everything that has been broken. They’re also a patron for lovers, role that he plays by using his healing powers in a non-literal way. Pay attention to the “fixing the broken and making it a whole again” part, that’s the connotation.

Both of these titles come from the roles Raphael played, depicted on the scriptures: the most famous ones being when Raphael was sent by the Lord to heal Tobit of his blindness and to deliver Sarah, his future daughter-in-law, from the demon Asmodeus, who killed every man she married on their wedding night before the marriage could be consummated.

Another famous role commonly related to Raphael is about the Pool of Bethesda. Despite not being mentioned by name, manuscripts of John 5:1–4 describe an angel that blessed this pool, healing the illness of those who touched its waters:

"an angel of the Lord descended at certain times into the pond; and the water was moved. And he that went down first into the pond after the motion of the water was made whole of whatsoever infirmity he lay under". It’s usually given credit to Raphael for this action, since they’re seem using healing power to fulfill God’s will in many occasions through the Bible.

About Raphael’s Tarot card: Raphael appears on the major arcana The Lovers, as the angel blessing the couple depicted. This is a card about romantic, even sexual, attraction, but not purely that. It’s about finding peace within yourself, and in someone else, about the journey to pick “the one” for you. Making a whole out of two halves is a common concept associated with this card.

Symbolism presented on The Lovers card: “the man and the woman in the image are being protected and blessed by an angel above. The couple seems secure and happy in their home, which appears to be the Garden of Eden. The fruit tree with the snake behind the woman is a reference to that story, which tells of humanity's fall into temptation and into the realm of flesh and sensuality. The angel depicted here is Raphael, the angel of air - who is of the same element of the zodiac sign that governs this card: Gemini. Air is associated with mental activity, and communication in particular, which is the foundation for healthy relationships. His blessing seems to give this card a sense of balance and harmony, the symbolization of union in a grand and cosmic sense between two opposing forces.”

Another source adds: “The couple stands in a beautiful, fertile landscape, reminiscent of the Garden of Eden. Behind the woman stands a tall apple tree, with a snake winding its way up the trunk. The serpent and apple tree represent the temptation of sensual pleasures that may take one’s focus away from the Divine. Behind the man is a tree of flames, which represent passion, the primary concern of the man. The twelve flames suggest the twelve zodiac signs, the symbol of time and eternity. The man looks to the woman, who watches the angel, showing the path of the conscious to the subconscious to the super-conscious, or from physical desire to emotional needs to spiritual concerns. The volcanic mountain in the background is rather phallic and represents the eruption of passion that happens when man and woman meet in full frontal nudity.”

Despite the latter being a bit too horny for my tastes, lol, both descriptions reiterate Raphael’s influence on the role of patronizing health and union, a journey of Devotion.

Oh, about the MCR symbol, shaped as a half-sun. at first I couldn’t find a correlation to Raphael and this sun shape, as for the first three angels it was very clear to me since just as I started reading about them. Then I realized the huge sun portrayed on The Lovers card, behind Raphael.

Despite holding its individual meanings, Tarot cards are not meant to me taken isolatedly. (that’s one of the reasons many people are not found of the single card yes-or-no type of drawing). That being said, it is not a surprised to find traces of one card on another, and many shared symbolism. As for the sun, it appears multiple times on the Rider-Waite deck, but only one card holds the same exact half shaped, upside down, centered sun as the MCR symbol. and that’s The Lovers. :)

Now, our romantic archangel lead us to a very lovely part:

About Raphael’s Sculpture: as we waited for MCR to dramatically drop the curtain at the reunion show, we were being watched over by a piece nicknamed “Angel of the Waters,” from the Bethesda Fountain (have you heard this name before?), located in the Bethesda Terrace, Central Park, in NYC. sculpted by Emma Stebbins in 1864, this piece’s history, together with Central Park’s history can be fully read in this awesome article that my friend Clara found: here.

But since we’re already here, let’s try to make a shorter version, focusing on what’s relevant to this thread.

Upon release, the angel, which stands and above and blesses a water fountain, was directly associated with the Bethesda Pool mentioned in the Bible, and the healing acts of Raphael. On the dedication pamphlet it was quoted the very same passage from the Gospel of John, chapter 5, verses 2-4 I’ve mentioned before. It’s a shame I couldn’t find any pictures of this pamphlet on the internet. Old documents, huh. NY people, if you have access to this, I’d love to see it.

If we stopped there, it would be enough evidence to assume the connection to Raphael, but there’s more! There’s some particularities about this statue.

Its conception was a huge deal: Emma was the first woman to receive a major sculptural commission in New York City. Also, she had a female lover, the world-famous American actress Charlotte Cushman, who, for Cedar Miller, historian that wrote about Central Park and Emma’s statue, holds a huge impact on the Angel of Waters actually making into existence. In 1869, Cushman was diagnosed with breast cancer. In addition to having two mastectomies, Cushman tried water cures in England. (Water cures were a big craze from the 1830s through the 1860s). The historian who wrote about them finds it another connection to the statue itself. Unfortunately, Cushman's treatments were ultimately unsuccessful, she passed away in 1875. Emma followed her not long after, in 1882. To this day, the statue remains, and to NY is a gathering place to find tranquility, peace of mind, even in the darkest times through the its 141 years of existence. It’s a place to heal yourself.

It’s not your average Raphael statue.

We have the archangel connection, a devoted couple's backstory, and lesbian/sapphics rights. I don’t know about you, but I can even picture Gerard Way carefully picking this himself, haha.

Oh, a spicy fact I’ve learned while writing this: This angel sculpture is actually even older in MCR’s history, tracing back to revenge era merch. (I didn’t have much access to mcr merch back in the day so I didn’t know about this, I apologize!)

I guess someone got nostalgic for some catholic aesthetics, huh. Bless!

Angels in tarot, bonus addition:

It is valid to mention that not only all of the 4 mentioned archangels have their individual cards, they also appear together in a single card, The Wheel of Fortune. In this card, each angel can be seen in a corner: Raphael (Aquarius) is upper left, Gabriel (Scorpio) is the eagle, Michael (Leo) is the lion, and Uriel (Taurus) is the bull, appearing in disguise, a common thing for angels though the scriptures, it seems.

If you draw tarot, you understand how big of a deal it is. If you’re not familiar, here’s the basic notion: “The wheel of fortune is a card about cyclical change. The wheel keeps on rolling, churning events in a ceaseless progression of ups and downs, either way freeing us from the past. No one can escape its cyclical action, which can feel somewhat terrifying -- no matter whether we are rising or falling. When one is balanced on top of the wheel, there is a moment of crystal clarity. However, the only part of the wheel that's actually not going up and down is the hub, which represents your eternal self. Every one of us will occupy all the points on the wheel at one point or another. The cycle of the wheel is its lesson -- and we can learn to take comfort in it. If you don't like the look of things right now, just wait -- things will change. Of course, if you do like the look of things right now, enjoy it while it lasts, because that will change too!”

It is quite a powerful card that holds all of the aforementioned symbolism. Woa.

More symbolism seem on this card includes:

“The Wheel of Fortune card shows a giant wheel, with three figures on the outer edges. Four Hebrew letters – YHVH (Yod Heh Vau Heh), the unpronounceable name of God – are inscribed on the wheel’s face. There are also the letters TORA, thought to be a version of the word Torah, meaning ‘law’, or TAROT, or even ROTA (Latin for ‘wheel’). The middle wheel has the alchemical symbols for mercury, sulphur, water and salt – the building blocks of life and the four elements – and represents formative power. On the outer circle is a snake, the Egyptian god Typhon (the god of evil), descending on the left side. The snake also represents the life force plunging into the material world. On the right side rises the Anubis, the Egyptian God of the dead who welcomes souls to the underworld. And on top of the wheel sits the Sphinx, representing knowledge and strength.”

THE SECOND SET OF SYMBOLS - STILL A MYSTERY

So, after all this, if any of this is correct at all, we just learned the meaning behind the first four MCR symbols, released on halloween: Clarity, Courage, Sacrifice and Devotion.

Now, what about the ones released at the reunion show, on the merch truck? Well, my friends, we still have a lot to think about.

I am a doctor, and in my profession there’s a saying which instruct us to always think of what seems like a complicated situation, with many possibilities, as a single disease causing many effects. That was my train of thought as I tried to associate these new symbols with the Archangels that we already have. It may have nothing to do with that at all, but it’s worth trying.

Differently from the first set, the second set didn’t get an official release, and does not hold text captions to guide us on it’s meaning. the symbol shapes, however, are easier to associate with tarot cards than the first ones, in my opinion. I’ve seen people online trying to guess it too.

Having the angels and their aforementioned traits as a guiding line, I used some symbolism associated to each one to connect them to a new symbol, as you can see on the picture attached to this post.

I have some major problems with this, tho, the biggest one being the order of the symbols not matching the first set sequence. We had Uriel (Clarity) / Michael (Courage) / Gabriel (Sacrifice) and Raphael (Devotion). The second set order was Sword / Moon / Tower / Wand, so the sequence goes like Michael / Gabriel / Uriel / Raphael. It doesn’t match. Please, help me.

THINGS THAT KEEP ME UP AT NIGHT: ABOUT WITCHCRAFT AND… SOLDIERS?

During the past weeks of my life I’ve been researching all types of things to break this down, so I came across some very unsettling things that may be just wild coincidences or... something else? Just in case, I am putting them here in case anyone finds some connection that I couldn’t.

Sigils and Pagan influences, maybe?

As some people on twitter and reddit noticed, Gerard was using a sigil on his arm that reads “My Chemical Romance”. Every Archangel mentioned here also holds its own sigil, which is shown on the picture attached to this post. While I was excited about the dates for new concerts, I started to think, is there anything special about these dates? I tried to not overthink it because we probably have major influences of disponibilities and,,, Label issues...I don’t know? some very practical stuff going on. But still, I came across an interesting match.

There’s 8 sabbaths, composing the Wheel of the Year, “an annual cycle of seasonal festivals, observed by many modern pagans, consisting of the year's chief solar events (solstices and equinoxes) and the midpoints between them.”

eight sabbaths, eight symbols, huh. Initially, I tried to connect each symbol to a sabbath, but it was very… not satisfying enough to me, so I’m leaving that out; nonetheless, I still believe they hold some meaning similarities.

And it doesn’t stop there.

That our lovely wheel of the year: here. We’re using a northern hemisphere version, since MCR is based in the USA.

The band returned on Halloween, which is the Samhain that occurs between Oct 31 / Nov 1. There’s some minor variation on dates because the Celtic day begins and ends at sunset.

Return Show took place in California, Dec 20: which marks the start of Yule. (Yule dates range from Dec 19 to Dec 22, for the Celtic calendar reasons)

The next sabbath is Imbolt, that takes place on Feb 1 / Feb 2. MCR has nothing announced for this date until now.

2020 concerts will happen during the week of March 20, 21, 25, 28 and 29, In Australia, New Zealand and Japan, as for now. That marks the start of the Ostara sabbath, which start range is March 20/21.

so… can we expect something (anything?) being announced at Feb 1 or 2, or near that? What about all the remaining sabbaths? Is that a reach? is it related at all? oof.

Who said Danger Days isn’t goth enough?

Another VERY interesting thing my group chat found on the internet during our MCR tarot obsession. If this theory is correct, this is not the first time they would be alluring to it. Please look at this pic of Grace Jeanette, The Girl in DD universe, posing with the mailbox on the set of the “Art Is The Weapon”/“Na Na Na” video shoot (2010). (Exact source and photographer unknown; likely taken by Jeanette’s mother). (big thanks to tumblr user killjoyhistory).

Bellow the big “OH HELL” we have four tarot cards, on the very same deck we used for this thread, the Rider-Waite deck. The cards are The Tower, The Devil, Death and Three of Wands.

Please note that it may have no correlation to future works, since DD itself had religious symbolism with the Phoenix Witch and this mailbox (go read the comics if you didn’t already. DD rights!), it may be a DD-only thing. Also, please note that 3 out 4 of theses cards were already mentioned in this thread, all possibly related to archangel Uriel.

To wage this war against your faith in me, MCRMY.

So. This one will sound weird and maybe a reach too, but, hey, mychem is alive and breathing, I guess there’s nothing really impossible, haha….?

Are we all familiar with Gerard liking a lot that green coat? After all those years, I guess so.

Indeed, our lovely frontman used yet another green jacket as his return outfit. This time, it was a military one. As a foreigner, and being very ignorant on how the US Army works, I got curious about the badge on his jacket. Maybe that’s common sense to you guys and I’m just embarrassing myself, but hey! be kind to someone who’s sort of dying inside after all this thinking process, would you?

The badge on Gerard’s jacket happens to be from the 1st Armored Division, a.k.a the Old Ironsides, named after an old ship (and the world's oldest commissioned naval vessel still afloat).

Actually, the nickname “Old Ironsides” trace back to England in 17th century, during their Civil War, but I didn’t find many relevant content / possible connections, besides them being mostly Protestant, in terms of religion… referring to them after all this catholic-conception angel talk is some sort of metaphorical war going on, MCR? Who knows. History-loving english folks, I’m counting on you too now to confirm this, lmao!

The American side of the “Old Ironsides” term, after being passed down from England during their Independence Wars (please be kind with me, my knowledge about american independence is almost 100% from Hamilton the musical lmao, help me) apparently resides, mostly on the US Army/Navy.

Interesting coincidences (?) about this: the Old Ironside ship, aka USS Constitution, has a familiar date on its history: November 1. I’m quoting its construction period info: “Her keel was laid down on 1 November 1794 at Edmund Hartt's shipyard in Boston, Massachusetts under the supervision of Captain Samuel Nicholson and master shipwright Colonel George Claghorn.”

I didn’t read much about it since I’m already at edge with everything I’ve been researching but, it seems it was a very adored ship. In fact, one of the reasons it’s still in active service it’s because a poet even made it a famous poem about this ship, that you can read here. It’s symbolic and adored, it seems.

About the homonymous 1st Armored Division of the US Army, which badge Gerard used during the return show: being the first armored division of the U.S. Army to see battle in World War II, it also holds a huge historical meaning.

Again, I don’t have much info to share about this and I think some of you will find possible connections on this better than I would.

But wtf does it have to do with all the angels, Nana?

Well, as mentioned before, angels fight battles in the name of God. They’re heaven’s military. Michael, especially, is a warrior angel and leads God’s troupes against the demons.

Something interesting I’ve found relating Gabriel (which statue, let’s not forget, was commissioned by a war widow) to the war concept was the hebrew poem "Elifelet" (אליפלט) written by Nathan Alterman in 1958, often turned into music and played on the israeli radio. it tells of a heroic, self-sacrificing (hm…) israeli soldier being killed in battle. Upon the protagonist's death, the angel Gabriel descends to Earth, in order to comfort the spirit of the fallen hero and take him up to Heaven. It’s very touching, and you can read it here.

I’m not saying any particular work like this poem is relevant to MCR’s possible new concept. (let’s not be political here, but also be honest: Israel wars are a delicate matter to bring up). We’re solely working with symbolism and history. Please keep that in mind.

MCR has touched on war thematics before in many occasions (I will not mention all of them, as I believe that as a fandom, we’re aware of that, and we can help new fans to understand it if needed. This text is already TOO LONG). Maybe it’s time for them to talk about some conflicts again, literal or metaphorical? Let’s wait and see.

Oh, one last thing. There’s actually a whole another navy air test and evaluation squadron, the Antarctic Development Squadron Six (VXE-6 or ANTARCTIC DEVRON SIX, commonly referred to by its nickname, The Puckered Penguins). They’re based on California (lmao) and their motto is… Well, “Courage, Sacrifice, Devotion”. Uriel kinda left behind again, huh. I’m sorry sweetie.

Again, I apologize if this last section (or even the whole thing..haha…) looks far-fetched, but I just… had to take it out of my chest, sorta? Sorry.

That concludes our Archangel Theory. Thank you if you took your time to read through it all.

List of things to maybe expect in the future:

Something on Feb 1 / Feb 2

Two more angel statues, being them related to Uriel and Michael in some sort of way. I’ve tried to find any suitable matches but… there’s just too many, and as we’ve seen it may even not be officially claimed which angel is portrayed. So let’s wait and see.

More pagan symbolism?

Something about War??

Cryptid posts related to UK and paganism, January 17th and January 24th.

## EDIT (01/12): about new mcr cryptid posts...

If you’re following MCR new updates, as for now you’re aware of the United Kingdom Stuff going on... Interesting coincidences (or is it?) about those:

Both posts were made on the same day the lunar cicle changes. This month, the moon shows up a different form every friday, so maybe prepare you heart for January 17th and 24th. Also, I believe they’re using London time for the updates. in fact, the most recent post (the video with theban alphabet) was posted only 30 minutes after midnight in London. So I’m adding that to our list of things to expect in the future.

Also, someone at warner might be in trouble right now. the ig account for Warner Music Artistic Services (@wmas) posted a variation of the video posted by MCR, only a day later, featuring another order for the theban caracters, a slightly different UK flag (it was somehow merged with a picture? it’s difficult to tell), and a new frame that consists of a forest, similar to the one Gerard posted on his own instagram, and the one featured as background for the skeleton holding a witchcraft-related dagger photo from 2 weeks ago. Differently from the previous mcr video, which was silent, this one featured a sound, if my ears are not mistaken, a very dramatic C# note played on piano or organ (church instruments, huh. funny. but it could be worse, at least is not a G note...)

The video was labeled as LFG, that could mean a million of things. the most relevant ones, I believe, could be “Looking For A Group”, a classic D&D/RPG term (If I close my eyes long enough I can hear distant circus music playing in my head, for I have compared the four archangels to a holy RPG party weeks ago...)or “London Forest Gate”, a neighbourhood in London. please tell me if you have any ideas about what else it could mean, haha....

This video was deleted, but you can still find it around on twitter.

Well, that’s it for now. I’ll keep updating this post as more content is released. Keep running!

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dummythiccdevorak · 5 years

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Julian X Fem!Apprentice 🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋 NSFW

(I’m going to be using the name of the apprentice I came up with for my playthrough, just cuz I really like the character. I’ll likely also use her for other fics I write in the future. If you wish to read from a first person POV just replace “Mia” with your Fem!Apprentice’s name as you read.)

I could feel my eyes draw to a close as I lay in Julian’s gentle embrace, the soft fire light underneath Mazelinka’s cauldron still visible through the thin silky courtain which separated us from her living space.

I watched it flicker and fade, blurred by the texture of the fabric, as I similarly faded away beneath Julian’s arm. Once I finally closed my eyes all I could hear was Julian’s gentle breathing (and occasional snore). All I could feel was the rise and fall of his chest against my back, and the warmth of his body as he spooned me from behind.

I remember feeling something I haven’t felt for an awfully long time in that moment... some utterly peaceful feeling that I can’t quite describe. As I drifted away in his arms all I could do was hope that maybe he felt that way too...

I awoke, I assume, not too long after I had originally fallen asleep, to a sharp pain in my side, and the violent jostling of the mattress that we both shared. I rolled over in confusion to identify the source of this disturbance.

Unsurprisingly, it was Julian who had awoken me; spasming and groaning due to what I could only guess was an awful nightmare. In the beginnings of his panic he had managed to somehow hit me in the ribs. I couldn’t tell you if it was a kick or a punch, but I do know that the force I had felt puts no doubt in my mind that whatever he was fighting in that nightmare, he was fighting for his life.

Concerned, I sat up in bed and shook him with all of the strength I could muster to try and wake him— which worked. However, in retrospect the force I used was likely overkill. I was panicked and didn’t know better. This was only the second time I had ever seen him like this.

I watched as Julian’s eye fluttered open, his expression quickly changing from fear to confusion to relief. “My Gods... w-what happened?” He managed to mutter.

“I think you were having a Nightmare...” I replied, unsure of the details myself.

“Right, right.” He seems to recollect... something. “I wasn’t too much of a disturbance was I darling...?”

“Oh shut up Ilya...” I cooed. “You always talk about yourself like that... you just shook the bed a bit and woke me up, that’s all.”

Julian’s nose and ears flushed a pretty pink when hearing my tone. A gentle but mischievous smile growing on his dimly lit, rouge face. “Well I’m glad I did.” He pushes me over onto my back, pinning me to the mattress.

“Julian...” I whispered, “we’re at Mazelinka’s...”

“I know.” He replies playfully, twirling his spindley finger around a strand of my long honey blond hair.

I must have begun to blush as well because his smile metamorphisizes into a suggestive smirk. “Oh Mia Mia Mia... why are you so beautiful when you’re flustered?”

I can feel my face get hotter and hotter. “Do you know how much trouble we would be in if we got caught?” I whisper pointedly.

“If we get caught” he replies naughtily, a surprisingly soft hand gently caressing my cheek.

My heart is racing, temptation beginning to override my senses. I couldn’t help it anymore. I stared up at Julian, my emerald green eyes glazed over with a powerful lust. My arms had wrapped themselves around his neck, pulling his flushed pale face down to mine. Before I even knew what I was doing our lips touched.

The kiss began gentle and loving, but his lips slowly grew hungrier and hungrier. He began to gently tug at the silver night robe I was wearing, like he was begging, pleading to see what lied underneath it.

I let slip a quiet moan as he passionately bit my bottom lip, my hands frantically unbuttoning his white shirt. Before I knew it, his white button up and slacks lie sprawled on Mazelinka’s floor, leaving only his normally loose fitting underwear between me and his member, which jutted out from his torso in his arousal.

Julian couldn’t help himself. With a little help from me, my robe was undone and the whole of my figure lie before him on the bed. I watched his face grow a deeper, darker red as he took me all in. After all, this was the first time he had seen me fully nude.

“A-...are you sure you want to do this daring?” He whispers kindly in my ear.

I can’t contain my excitement any longer. “Oh yes... p-please Jules!” I quietly exclaimed.

“...perfect.” He whispered slyly in my ear, kissing and nibbling it as I brought my hand down to his bulging erection and began to touch him through his boxers.

He let out a sudden groan of pleasure and started bringing his mouth down, from my ear, to my neck, to my breast. He took a moment to look up at me devilishly, with those stunning silver eyes, before planting his warm lips on my right nipple, sucking and licking as he pleased.

I moaned softly “o-oh... Juliaaahn... y-you’re such a g-good boy.” My legs instinctively wrapped themselves around his waist, leaving nothing but those boxers between us and ultimate intimacy.

He brings his face from my breast and looks at me with another devilish smirk. “Am I really a good boy?” He questions, bringing his long and surgically practiced fingers down the length of my body and between my legs.

“Y-yes Julian... you’re such a g-“ I found myself pausing as he thrust his finger deep inside me, beginning to slowly pulse in and out. “goooood boy.”

Feeding off my my praise he pulses faster and faster, watching me writhe beneath him with pleasure. I watch as his erection begins to point upwards in excitement and his boxers begin to grow a bit wet where his tip would be.

“F-fuck! Julian!” I moan. “I c-can’t take it anymore just take me! Please just take me! Fuck me!” I can’t stand it. It feels like my mind has melted under his masterful touch. My lusts leaping from my lips before I can stop them. I can’t think. I just want him.

“Would that please you darling? Would you like that?” He asks suggestively, pulling off his underwear.

“Mhmm” I nod, my face a deep crimson.

Like a puppy given approval by their master he leaps to action with gusto. Lifting my legs back and holding them down beside my head. “A-Are you ready?” He asks, seeming a bit nervous yet overcome with excitement at the same time.

“Yes” I instantly blurt.

I then feel him slowly slip all of himself inside of me. I gasp with pleasure, and his once pale face is left a deep and dark maroon. “Ohhh Mia...” he purrs. “Ohh you’re... I-I don’t think I can take this for very loaahng”

I close my eyes in ecstasy, feeling him begin to slowly thrust back and forth. I clench the soft ginger curls at the nape of his neck as he starts to pick up the pace.

I can’t control myself anymore. I begin to moan... and they’re lengthy loud ones too. I’m overcome. He’s hitting all of the right spots. It’s just too good. I’m so loud... but I don’t care.

“T-thaaat’s right Mia...” he manages to murmur through the pleasure. The pounding getting faster and faster. His breathing getting more and more erratic. “Let me be a gooood boy for you.”

I can tell he’s getting closer. His member is throbbing inside me in anticipation. It feels far too good, I can’t help but— “J-J-Julian!” I gasp, releasing myself all over him, tightening around his stiffness as he continues to pound.

I feel his fingernails dig into my thighs. He’s struggling to get through my orgasm. “M-M-Miaaa!” He moans loudly before freezing, his face glowing red from arousal and exertion. His grip on my thighs gets stronger and I watch his eyes roll into the back of his head as he spills his load inside of me.

He stays frozen, panting for a minute, before planting a kiss on my forehead and pulling out to lay beside me on the bed again.

We lie like that for a few moments. Breathless in each other’s arms. I don’t know for how long but it was a moment I wish could have lasted forever. I feel as Julian begins to drift off... letting a few simple words past his lips before succumbing to exhaustion; “...I love you.”

“I love you too”

#julian devorak #the arcana smut #the arcana lemon #the arcana julian #julian devorak smut #ilya devorak #julian x apprentice #julian x oc #julian x fan apprentice

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idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 · 5 years

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Colton Parayko N/SFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Colton is so good with aftercare. He likes to take care of you, so he’ll get you a warm towel and wipe you off, get you some water, run you a bath if things were really intense. And he’ll hold you. He likes to pull you to his chest, kiss the top of your head and talk to you while you both fall asleep.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He really likes his legs. They’re big and strong and make him a really good hockey player. And he knows that girls find strong legs attractive. And he loves the way you look when you ride his thighs.

On you, he likes your ass. Colton is an ass guy and he just loves it when you wear leggings or short shorts or a tight dress, the things that accent you ass. He loves to let his hand drift down to your ass when the two of you are out.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He likes to cum in you. He’s a possessive dom and he likes the idea of leaving a piece of himself inside you. And when it drips you? He scoops it back up and pushes it back in, his eyes dark as he looks at you. “Can’t have you wasting any of daddy’s cum, now can we?”

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to make a sex tape with you for when he’s on the road.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s had a lot of practice. He knows what he’s doing and he knows how to be a good dom.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Colton likes anything lets him be in control, but he loves pinning you down to the mattress and hooking one or both of your legs over his hip.

And he also likes doggy style where he can either press your face into a pillow or pull your body back against his chest and wrap one of his hands around your throat.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Normally, Colton is not goofy. He’s a dom through and through, so he’s very serious. He wants to make you moan and feel good, and he’s not one to be goofy. If something were to come up, rolling off the bed, tripping on discarded clothes, etc., he’ll laugh, maybe crack a joke. And if you were have slow sex in the morning, it’ll be soft and giggly, but other than that, he’s not goofy.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He keeps things tamed. Shaves around the edges so it’s neat and keeps it trimmed.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

First and foremost, Colton wants to take care of you, make you feel good and such, so the intimacy is in that. On Valentine’s Day, anniversaries, and birthdays he’ll take things slow, probably pull out the rose petals and candles, but that’s it.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Colton prefers to get off with you, so he doesn’t masturbate too much. When he does, it’s usually through phone sex with you or in the shower after a loss on the road when he needs a release to feel better.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Choking. He won’t do it too hard (and not at all if you’re not 100% comfortable with it), but he likes how much you trust him to submit to him like that.

And he likes it when you call him daddy.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Behind locked doors. Colton likes to keep things private. Mostly, he prefers to keep things to the bed, but he also likes shower sex and sex on the kitchen counter every now and then.

(Though, he would much prefer to sit you down on the kitchen counter, spread your legs, and eat you out like it was his dinner)

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Colton really likes it when you kiss below his ear and whisper that you love him. It pulls at the softness of his heart and reminds him that he’s doing a good job as your dom.

And it really gets him going when you wearing nothing but lacy blue panties under his jersey when you wait for him in bed after a game.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Let you dominate him. He’s a dom through and through and he can’t bring himself to give up that kind of power. He can’t let himself submit.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Foreplay is a must with how big he is, so Colton was mastered the art of eating a girl out. He’s amazing at it and he knows the best ways to make you fall apart. And he likes it. He loves making you cum with his mouth, he likes the way you taste and the way he has to pin your legs down because you keep tightening them around his head. He loves eating you out.

He’s certainly not against getting a blowjob, and he does like pushing you down to your knees, holding your hair in his hand as he guides you down his cock. But, he certainly does prefer giving. He’s a giver.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on his mood. Colton likes things hard and rough, but he could just as easily take things slow with you. Regardless, it’s always firm and he is always in control.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s not a huge fan of quickies. He needs to take the time to stretch you out before hand and he likes to take his time, and he can’t do either with quickies. Not to mention it’s kinda hard to find a place to have a quickie when you’re as big as Colton…

That being said, if you made his jealous when the two of you were out, or if you teased him, on the way home, he will intentionally take a route with a dark, empty road so that he can pull over and bend you over the hood of his car. And if he does… My god you better be ready when you get home because you are in for a punishment…

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He knows what he likes, so he doesn’t bring a lot of ideas to you, but if you brought an idea to him and he’s almost guaranteed to say “yes.” He wants to please you and as your dom, it’s his job to make sure his babygirl is well taken care of.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Colton is not only gifted in his size, he’s also gifted in the fact that he can last. And if you give him like an hour, he’ll be able to go again.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He loves toys. In the beginning he was nervous and unsure about them. He didn’t know a whole lot and so the whole “toy shopping” thing was intimidating to him. But now he loves them and he loves using them to tease you.

He’s a huge fan of blindfolding you, pressing a vibrator to your clit and just talking to you. Telling you how pretty you look, how wet you are, how he couldn’t wait to feel your tight little pussy around his cock.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Colton lives to edge you. Ghosting his fingers and lips across your skin, pulling every gasp, moan and arch from you. It feels so good but it’s tortuous at the same time because you just want more, want him to pick up the pace.

He also teases you outside of the bedroom. He keeps his hand on your lower back and whisper all the things he wants to do to you in your ear. If you make him jealous or get handsy with another guy, he’ll take you to the bathroom and lean right in, ghosting his lips over yours before slipping his hands up your skirt and taking your underwear off and putting them in his pocket and walking out, leaving you there.

He is literally such a tease.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s not really a vocal kind of guy, just some soft moans. He’s really more of dirty talker. Colton is so soft spoken and quiet and sweet and he’s notlike that in the bedroom. He says the filthiest things and it’s amazing.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Since he’s so good at dirty talk, he’s amazing at phone sex and it’s something that occurs frequently when he’s away on road trips.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Colton is a big boi and hung like a horse. He’s big. And thick. Honestly, it’s probably a little intimidating at first.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He’s a horny little shit, but he is really good about keeping it hidden. He can control himself and he doesn’t get grouchy without sex (unlike some people), but he yearns quite a lot.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t fall asleep to fast. He likes to stay up and cuddle for a bit, talk to you about whatever, just enjoy some time with you while he traces patterns on your back.

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eastonia-blog · 4 years

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I’m going to do a weird.

I know a whole lot of us are stuck at home due to the COVID19 outbreak and all our respective governments attempting to flatten the curve. So I’m going to break out my VAST library of fanfiction recommendations for you to read! Please bear in mind that my tastes in fics are not necessarily like yours so the following 15 Fandom reccs might be hit or miss. All ships and above T ratings will be tagged with brackets, all crossovers will be mentioned in those same brackets. Also, if I mention it’s part of a series, I’m not just recommending the fic I mentioned, I’m recommending the whole series. I’ve tried to recommend a different author’s fic each time. So! Let’s start with the 3 fandoms I mention in my blog description.

1) ATLA Fate Deferred (Zutara) Aang remains in the iceberg ten years longer. Sozin’s comet comes, the world keeps turning with no Avatar to save it, and by the time he’s finally found by a waterbender and her Fire Nation husband, a lot has changed. [Zutara established relationship full series rewrite; Now on Book II: Earth] Cheating at Pai Sho (Canon Divergence) “You said you were the Avatar!” “…I lied?” Aang doesn’t get rescued in episode two, and no one’s seen him go glowy yet… so he starts bluffing. Hard. Or: “The Avatar joins Zuko’s quest to find the Avatar.” In which Zuko doesn’t join the Gaang, the Gaang joins Zuko. The Undying Fire: Blood and Fire (First in the Undying Fire Series, eventual Zutara) Book 1. In which rescuing the Avatar from Pohuai Stronghold doesn’t end so well. It’s a tough life being a banished prince trying to get home, especially when the Avatar just wants to be your friend and keeps making everything confusing. Oh, and did Zuko mention he somehow healed the kid? Yeah, that happened. Stalking Zuko (First in the Stalking Zuko Series, eventual Zutara) Katara has developed a new hobby. At the Western Air Temple she takes to stalking Zuko. Much silliness and shenanigans follow. In chapter 20: Katara and Zuko return home to the others. Katara hates the F word and she comes to a decision regarding Zuko. Embers (Canon divergence) Dragon’s fire is not so easily extinguished; when Zuko rediscovers a lost firebending technique, shifting flames can shift the world… 2) Percy Jackson and the Olympians The Father (Percabeth in the GFFA, eventual Anidala) It all started with a wish, but because it was Percy Jackson it couldn’t have been a friendly goddess granting him a wish. No, it had to be Nemesis, goddess of revenge and balance. Now Percy and Annabeth are stuck in a strange new galaxy right when an ancient and powerful darkness finally begins to stir. Glass Figures (MCU Mashup) I lifted my gun, pointing it towards the minefield of shattered fragments, and kicked the small coffee table out of the way.Only to stare down at an awfully familiar face, which split into a somewhat lopsided grin. The intruder raised his hands in a mocking surrender. //“Long time no see, dude.” //I lowered the gun. “What the hell are you doing in South Peru?” //Or in which Clint Barton and Percy Jackson have a long personal history that starts in high school. All Together, Cousins (Canon divergence) When Thalia ran away with her toddler brother, Jason, she slowly gathered her cousins: she and her cousins being Big Three children. As Jason gets older and their motley group expands to six, Thalia resigns herself to the fact that she won’t always be the leader of the pack. As she accepts that, something more is coming, able to challenge even the gods above. A Crown of Golden Leaves (Historical AU) Annabeth, a Lady from the declining polis of Athens, must marry the Heir Apparent of Rome to save the rapidly expanding world from a threat even the gods couldn’t foresee. Deluge (Percy in the Arrowverse) Barry has to deal with yet another Metahuman that Zoom has pitted against him. But this ‘Metahuman’ is an unwilling pawn in Zoom’s plan and really wants to find a way around killing the Scarlet Speester. But how can he when Zoom is holding something against him?

3) DC Firework (First in the Sparks in the Dark Series) Orphaned and removed from the only life he’s ever known, Dick feels like there’s no light left for him in the world. His new benefactor, however, still sees something worth saving… Chronological beginning of the Spark in the Dark series. Iron, Fire, Mirror-Glass After a brutal confrontation with Bane, Bruce comes away with a broken spine and the certainty that his days as Batman are over. An unexpected discovery offers him another chance—but at what price? The story of a man who risks his soul for the sake of his mission, the dangerous creature he names Robin, and the unlikely partnership that will shape the legend of Gotham’s Dark Knight. Get Back Up There was a mole, one who played a long game. The team was betrayed, crushed. Robin nearly died. What are they going to do now? Only one chirped the answer. Get back up. WARNING: lots of talking, little action, many follow ups Five Times …Five times Damian thought of Dick Grayson as his father, and the one time Dick thought of Damian as his son. Future-fic. YJ characters will show up later. Batman!Dick and Damian as Robin. With guest appearances from Jason, Tim, Cass, and Steph. Unveiling the Mystery Series of one-shots about the team learning a little about Robin (Dick Grayson). With all the fics, I heavily suggest you also read what else these authors have to offer in their archive.

And now here’s the plethora of other fandoms I read fics in under the cut!

4) Harry Potter The Horse (Mature) Looking after a Muggle animal should be easy compared to saving Hogwarts from Voldemort. Harry and Draco might disagree with that. Featuring Luna, Marauders, peppermints and, of course, a tall, black, badtempered horse named Simon. The Potions Master’s Nephew An accident occurs and Professor Snape finds himself trapped in his fifteen-year-old body. Enrolled into Harry Potter’s fifth year, he is forced to hide his true identity. Girls, drama and teenage angst do not bode well with Severus. Keeping Up with the Grangers (Dramione, Mature) Mr. Malfoy, I invite you and your mother to tea next Tuesday, May 25th at 2o’clock to discuss recent events. Dr. Helen Granger //… …// He glances at the boxy too-uniform numbers flashing on the face of Richard’s radio. It’s nearly noon, and he should be getting ready to leave; but there is still a harsh tension in his shoulders and neck that he wants to work out before Hermione finds him. It is, after all, Tuesday; and while his Tuesdays were designated ‘tea with Helen’ days previously, they are now ‘lunch with Granger’ days, ever since the chance meet-up with the Weasel’s wife and the insufferable swot herself. Faceless (Dramione, Mature) New year. New love. New threat. A powerful enemy is on the rise, and Hermione Granger finds herself intertwined in a relationship with Draco Malfoy – only she doesn’t know it’s him. / / RUNNER-UP: Enchanted Awards Summer 2017 for Best Relationship Development

5) Devil May Cry And the Rest is Silence (Mature) The destruction of the Saviour wasn’t the end. Too many people had too much invested. An Uncle’s Thoughts Dante’s thoughts and feelings regarding one particular quarter-demon kid. Vignettes that span from the start of Devil May Cry 4 through Devil May Cry 5, and beyond. Fortuna’s Fool Events after DMC5 with flashbacks to the events we briefly see in DMC4SE only with Vergil telling Dante all about Nero’s mother. Family ties are so complicated, aren’t they? Family of Happenstance Some orphans have happy endings, getting adopted or finding their family. Having a demon slaying half devil for a father tends to throw a tiny monkey wrench in the process. AU Father!Dante, Son!Nero. Rated because hunters don’t exactly have clean mouths.

6) Power Rangers (Focus on Might Morphin’ and Dino Thunder teams) Of Love and Bunnies Set just after Dino Thunder. When Angel Grove announces another Power Rangers Day, Tommy takes the Dino Rangers to Angel Grove for a reunion with the original team… including Kimberly. TommyKim, JasonTrini, KiraTrent. The Reason (Part 1 of eclyptyk neo‘s Dino Thunder AU) COMPLETED. DT. AU. Years go by as Tommy Oliver becomes accustomed to his job as a teacher. A person from his past returns. The new ranger team grows interested in its outcome. How will these new changes between rangers young and old be? Sequel: Ordinary World Change of Hearts (Wild Force) PRWF: When Jindrax and Toxica set out to find themselves, they had no idea that their greatest adventure was only beginning. Chronology Conundrum DT/MMPR - After a strange mutation is released in Reefside, the five Dino Thunder Ranges find themselves thrown back into the past, circa 1995 Angel Grove. Somehow, they have to figure out how to make it back to their present without destroying it or themselves. And if they succeed, they must navigate the consequences of their actions in the past, while still protecting Reefside. 7) Merlin (Mergana leaning) The Other Version of Events What if Merlin and Arthur had met when they were children? What if a mysterious illness fell over Ealdor and Merlin was blamed? What if Arthur had actually felt sorry for him? What if destiny was thrown at them in a whole new way? AU, no slash, Bromance, A/G M/M… You get the idea. Flipping the Coin, Part 2 of Coins (2nd story in the Coins Sage but 1st multichapter) Merlin and Gwaine are sent on an adventure to discover their past and stay one step ahead of Morgana. Fearing for them, Arthur and the other knights set out to find them, but soon discover much more than they bargained for. Alt version Season 5. Sequel to “Two Sides of the Coin” Angst, Adventure, BAMF, Bromance, Redemption, Twists on Arthurian Legends. The King’s Legacy “I hope you are rolling in your grave brother, I will find your son, and I hope he is like you. I will ruin him and gain a lovely weapon in the process.” Cenred spat on the grave, “I win Balinor.” .Sequel posted. The Warlock’s Quickening (First in the Albion Cycle) Merlin might have come to Camelot to master his magic, not to end the Purge, but he’s not going to sit idly by while his kin suffer. Oh no. Whether it’s releasing a chained dragon, smuggling sorcerers out of the city, or trying to change Arthur’s mind, he’s fighting back. Now. Series rewrite beginning after 1X02 featuring Proactive!Merlin. AU.

8) Dragon Ball Under the Radar (Gohan/Videl) Gohan is living life as a secret superhero, but Videl is making it her business to find him out! How will Gohan manage her and Saiyan hormones? Will he fess up? Or will he try to live his life -puts on sunglasses- “Under the Radar”? *applause* Thank you! Thank you! And GOODNIGHT! G/V obviously. Rated T because adult situations and language in later chapters. COMPLETE! Golden God (Mature) To save the lives of millions, Gohan is forced to expose himself as a Super Saiyan, proving that his tricks are indeed very real. And it drives the whole world to insanity. Warning; becomes a little graphic goes as it on. Walking Towards the Sunset Bardock’s curse sends him to a mysterious place where weaklings are abundant and an odd trio claim to be his family. Eventually giving in, he stays with them to discover that Earth is more unlucky than Planet Vegeta. Impatiently waiting for his son’s arrival, Bardock has to survive a new life with his estranged family and a certain girl set on finding the truth. (Saiyaman-Buu Saga) Plus One (Gohan/Videl, Mature) Tired of being pursued by the gold-digging, glory-seeking, Satan obsessed freaks of the world, Videl will resort to the only method open to a celebrity like her to find Mr. Right. 9) Sailor Moon (Mainly SenshiShitennou) The Crystal Age (Rewritten) In an alternate version of Season 1, as a result of Beryl’s curse at the end of the Silver Age, Tuxedo Mask and the reincarnated Shitennou are fighting a losing battle to save the city and find the lost princess. Sailor Moon has disappeared, Sailor V is working on her own, and the other Senshi are still just ordinary girls. Sequel to The Silver Age. MxU, SxS. Please R&R. Hooligans It’s after Galaxia and time for University. The Senshi and Mamoru settle into life in Great Britain and meet some old friends. Inner Senshi x Shitennou and Usagi x Mamoru. Modern Timeline. Strong language, crude humour, hilarity and sexual situations abound, be warned, there will be some heavy angst later on too. Never Gone R A single choice can change the course of Fate: a choice, say, like waking up on time. If that choice were made, Chiba Mamoru would never meet Tsukino Usagi; but, he WOULD meet Unami Seiya and the burden of Terra’s future would fall onto his shoulders. Never Gone AU. The Dinner Hour (Part of The Dinner Series) It can be hard to be patient in the face of eternity. But good things come to those who search and refuse to give up on their dreams. R/J. (Sequels: Dinner And Again, Dinner at Last completed!)

10) Les Miserables (Warning: Enjonine ahead) When Apollo Met Persephone (1st of the 1830s AU) The revolution, or at least the first part of it succeeds. Enjolras confronts political and personal realities. Eponine is suddenly faced with more opportunities than she ever thought. Can they guide each other in a world that needs them as much as they need it? Les Choses Qui Sont Arrivées Après “You must flee Paris at once.” Enjolras and Eponine. The thief and the leader, the marble Apollo and the dark street girl… two wholly different survivors of the Revolution are forced together under a dangerous circumstance. Can they successfully fight their demons as well as each other? Neither of them knows quite what is going on, or what will happen when they figure it out. Teacher of Man The first time Enjolras and Éponine meet, it is their wedding day. (arranged marriage AU) My Best Friend’s Wedding Éponine Thenardiér always thought that Marius would eventually come back to her, until the wedding invitation came in the mail. Now she is going to do everything that she can to get him back from that blonde tart Cosette. Nothing goes according to plan and even her partner in crime Enjolras is becoming an obstacle. E/E. 11) Naruto Beginnings Naruto was six years old when he met the man who changed his life. …Now he’s kind of just hoping he survives it. An Inch of Gold (Part of the Legacy of Fire series) Team 7 is sent on a mission to investigate a disturbance outside of the village, where they encounter an unconscious girl in a crater. The mysterious Sarada insists she’s a shinobi from the Hidden Leaf trying to rescue her teammates. When the team discovers she possesses a Sharingan, things become even more unbelievable. [Part of the Legacy of Fire Series] Guilt of Innocence Uchiha Sasuke abandoned Konoha in his persute of power to join Orochimaru. However, this was only a cover story. In fact, on Tsunade’s orders, Sasuke is to act as Konoha’s spy within Otogakure. One agreement and his path had changed forever… Blind (SasuSaku) It was almost time, Orochimaru was going to take his body as a vessel. He hated being used…he refused to be used. With that thought, he took the kunai in his hand and slashed across his eyes.

12) Legend of Zelda (Zelink) The Conviction to Save The princess is dead. Those are the words being whispered in the streets. A great shudder sweeps across the land of Hyrule as news of its beloved monarch’s passing spreads like wildfire. In the midst of the ensuing chaos, a humble village doctor happens upon the body of a gravely injured young woman on the road. Legend of the Miraculous (Concepts taken from Miraculous Ladybug) A legend retold through many a tale, but when a darkness resurfaces after so long, Athena and Sheikhan Wolf must return again! Will Link and Zelda be able to combat this threat? and will they figure out each others’ identities? Come inside and take a look! Hit List AU. It all started as a typical day at Ordon High, until a sudden school shooting turns the life of Link Hero upside down. Now, surrounded by enemies, can Link save his friends and escape the school alive? (Edit 10/2015) Counting Stars Link finds himself caught in the middle of an elaborate gang war. Lucky for him, being a B-list superhero makes that predicament a tiny bit easier. / Modern AU ZeLink, inspired by Spider-Man. Under Revision! 13) Hunger Games Vox Libertas Due to things playing out a bit differently in the last few minutes of the Quell, the rescue also goes a bit differently than expected. Now Peeta has the responsibility of representing the Rebellion thrust upon him. No pressure. *AU Mockingjay. Part I of Dandelion in the Storm AU. Mainly Peeta POV.* Someone To Watch Over Me (Everlark, 1st in the Series) A HG rewrite. What would happen if Peeta was just a little bit bolder, and Katniss a little less emotionally confused? You’d be surprised. Let the Games begin. This is an AU, but I’ve tried to stay as canon as possible. Rated T to be safe. Enthralled (Everlark, Gadge, Mature) Thrall (þræll), n., a slave or serf in Viking Age Scandinavia. After a successful raid, Gale is rewarded with a slave girl: the Saxon noblewoman Madge. Meanwhile, shieldmaiden Katniss grows closer to captive monk Peeta. Gadge/Everlark historical AU with background Odesta and other pairings. Katniss, Vampire Slayer (Mature) “Into every generation a slayer is born.” the man droned out slowly, quietly, in a way that made her think he was quoting something. “One girl in all the world. A chosen one. She alone will wield the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their number. She is the Slayer.” // Haymitch mocked. “One girl in all the world. Ain’t I just lucky it had to be you.” 14) How To Train Your Dragon Becoming Lífþrasir (Hiccstrid) People often wondered what kept Hiccup going during those early years. When that single, most-treasured thing is taken from him, there is little left to keep him on Berk. The day Stoick returns, and the day before the best recruit is finally chosen, Hiccup leaves Berk; little knowing that he would one day return under … strange circumstances. H/A, R/F, rated for violence. HTTYD Easter Special Sequel to “The Unholy Offspring,” set after the season finale. When Alvin the Treacherous threatens Asgard with a rogue demigod’s help, Hiccup and Berk’s Dragon Riders must prevent an early Ragnorak. It doesn’t help that Alvin has learned to tame dragons, and that the only god that can help Hiccup is a sullen, suspicious boy named Mud. Happy Eos week, Hiccup! The Blacksmith’s Apprentice (Hiccstrid) AU. Hiccup never took the shot on that fateful night-and the war continued. Three years later, Berk is beset by dragon raids and hostile tribes while the boy who should have saved the island is merely the assistant in the forge. With only Astrid as his friend, fate gives Hiccup one more chance to end the war and become the hero he was meant to be. Hiccstrid. Snap (Hiccstrid, Mature) He was just supposed to fix her back, and she doubted that at first. She definitely didn’t expect to get dragged into the ethics of a girlish crush. Modern AU. 15) Star Wars Double Agent Vader The one where Vader turned double agent for the Rebellion about three years after ROTS, and Leia is now his primary contact with the Rebellion. Or, a man attempts to escape slavery by turning into one of his culture heroes, teaching his daughter how to do magic, killing people, and flower arranging. A New History During a heated battle, Dooku escaped into the past! Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker follow to stop him, but discover that Dooku went to the past where Obi-Wan is a young padawan to a very much alive Qui-Gon Jinn. Now, the two must go undercover to stop Dooku’s plans from coming to fruition in order to save not only the future, but also young Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn. Pulse AU for ROTS. As Padme’s life hangs in the balance on Mustafar, a stream of brilliant light causes Anakin to reconsider his choices. Jedi Shmi AU Shmi leaves Tatooine with Anakin and goes to the Jedi Temple.

#Stuff to do #while youre stuck inside #due to coronavirus #eastonia reccs #fanfiction recommendation

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Saints&Reading: Fri,. May 22, 2020

Righteous Melchizedek, King of Salem

The Righteous Melchizedek was the King of Salem (Jerusalem). He was both a king and a priest, laying the foundations of the city where the Messiah would appear. According to Mar Jacob of Serugh, Melchizedek was a Canaanite, asserting that the very site of his kingdom bears witness to this. Therefore, his genealogy is not recorded. He must have been born, and he must have died, but the Scriptures deliberately conceal both events, assigning him neither beginning nor end, so that he might be called a priest forever. Melchizedek (who appears in the Scriptures suddenly, and then disappears) is regarded as a type of Christ (Hebrews 5:6, 10; Hebrews 6:20; Hebrews 7:2). He did not receive his priesthood from any other priest, nor did he pass on his priesthood to anyone else. In his homily "On Melchizedek, Priest of the Most High God," Mar Jacob of Serugh states that the priests of the past shed the blood of animals when offering sacrifices to God. By contrast, Melchizedek was made a priest "by the sacrifices of his soul," and did not sacrifice animals, nor did he offer anything but himself to God. Melchizedek did not adorn himself with splendid robes as Aaron did; and instead of offering bulls and rams, Melchizedek offered his holy prayers from a pure heart. The Son of God also resembles Melchizedek, because there is no beginning or end to His priesthood, and He offered Himself to the Father as a perfect sacrifice. As Priest, Christ brought Himself to the place of sacrifice, placing His body on the altar of the Cross, and shedding His blood for us.

In chapter 7 of the Epistle to the Hebrews, the Righteous Melchizedek is called the King of Salem, and also a "priest of the Most High God." By the interpretation of his name, he is called the King of righteousness and the King of Salem, in other words, the King of peace" (Hebrews 7:2).

Melchizedek met the Patriarch Abraham as he was returning from his victory over the kings (Genesis 14:18-24). He brought bread and wine to Abraham and blessed him, saying: "Blessed be Abram of the Most High God, Who made heaven and earth, and blessed be the Most High God, Who delivered thine enemies into thy power." By offering Abraham bread and wine, Melchizedek foreshadows the Church's Liturgy...keep reading OCA

Martyr Basiliscus, bishop of Comana

The Holy Martyr Basiliscus was a nephew of the Great Martyr Theodore the Recruit (February 17), and he suffered together with his brothers Eutropius and Kleonikos during the persecution of the emperor Maximian Galerius (305-311). The holy martyrs Kleonikos and Eutropius (March 3) were crucified, but the martyr Basiliscus was sent to Comana where he was detained in prison.

The governor Agrippa arrived in the city of Amasea, and started a persecution against Christians. Saint Basiliscus in prison prepared himself for his impending ordeal. The Lord appeared to him in a dream, promising the martyr His help, and foretold his martyric death at Comana. Saint Basiliscus asked the prison guards to let him go to his native village to bid his relatives farewell. They let him go, since they respected him for his holy life and working of miracles. Arriving home, Saint Basiliscus saw his family one last time, and urged them to stand firmly in the Faith.

When Agrippa learned that Saint Basiliscus had gone to see his relatives, he went into a rage. He chastized the prison guards, and he sent a detachment of soldiers after the martyr, headed by a cruel magistrianum (adjutant of the governor). Meeting Saint Basiliscus, who was actually on his way back, the magistrianum placed heavy chains on him, and shod him with metal sandals with nails driven into the soles, and set off to Comana.

Arriving at a certain village during the hot afternoon, the travellers stayed at the house of a woman named Troana. The soldiers went into the house to relax and refresh themselves with food, and they tied the martyr Basiliscus to a dry tree. Standing in the heavy chains beneath the scorching sun, the saint prayed to God. Suddenly a Voice was heard from above, “Fear not, for I am with you.”..keep reading OCA

Acts 15:5-34 NKJV

5 But some of the sect of the Pharisees who believed rose up, saying, “It is necessary to circumcise them, and to command them to keep the law of Moses.”

The Jerusalem Council

6 Now the apostles and elders came together to consider this matter. 7 And when there had been much dispute, Peter rose up and said to them: “Men and brethren, you know that a good while ago God chose among us, that by my mouth the Gentiles should hear the word of the gospel and believe. 8 So God, who knows the heart, [a]acknowledged them by giving them the Holy Spirit, just as He did to us, 9 and made no distinction between us and them, purifying their hearts by faith. 10 Now therefore, why do you test God by putting a yoke on the neck of the disciples which neither our fathers nor we were able to bear? 11 But we believe that through the grace of the Lord Jesus [b]Christ we shall be saved in the same manner as they.”

12 Then all the multitude kept silent and listened to Barnabas and Paul declaring how many miracles and wonders God had worked through them among the Gentiles. 13 And after they had [c]become silent, James answered, saying, “Men and brethren, listen to me: 14 Simon has declared how God at the first visited the Gentiles to take out of them a people for His name. 15 And with this the words of the prophets agree, just as it is written:

16 ‘After this I will return And will rebuild the tabernacle of David, which has fallen down; I will rebuild its ruins, And I will set it up; 17 So that the rest of mankind may seek the Lord, Even all the Gentiles who are called by My name, Says the [d]Lord who does all these things.’

18 [e]“Known to God from eternity are all His works. 19 Therefore I judge that we should not trouble those from among the Gentiles who are turning to God, 20 but that we write to them to abstain from things polluted by idols, from [f]sexual immorality, from things strangled, and from blood. 21 For Moses has had throughout many generations those who preach him in every city, being read in the synagogues every Sabbath.”

The Jerusalem Decree

22 Then it pleased the apostles and elders, with the whole church, to send chosen men of their own company to Antioch with Paul and Barnabas, namely, Judas who was also named Barsabas,[g] and Silas, leading men among the brethren.

23 They wrote this letter by them:

The apostles, the elders, and the brethren,

To the brethren who are of the Gentiles in Antioch, Syria, and Cilicia:

Greetings.

24 Since we have heard that some who went out from us have troubled you with words, unsettling your souls, [h]saying, “You must be circumcised and keep the law”—to whom we gave no such commandment— 25 it seemed good to us, being assembled with one [i]accord, to send chosen men to you with our beloved Barnabas and Paul, 26 men who have risked their lives for the name of our Lord Jesus Christ. 27 We have therefore sent Judas and Silas, who will also report the same things by word of mouth. 28 For it seemed good to the Holy Spirit, and to us, to lay upon you no greater burden than these necessary things: 29 that you abstain from things offered to idols, from blood, from things strangled, and from sexual[j] immorality. If you keep yourselves from these, you will do well.

Farewell.

Continuing Ministry in Syria

30 So when they were sent off, they came to Antioch; and when they had gathered the multitude together, they delivered the letter. 31 When they had read it, they rejoiced over its encouragement. 32 Now Judas and Silas, themselves being prophets also, exhorted and strengthened the brethren with many words. 33 And after they had stayed there for a time, they were sent back with greetings from the brethren to [k]the apostles.

34 [l]However, it seemed good to Silas to remain there.

Footnotes:

Acts 15:8 bore witness to

Acts 15:11 NU, M omit Christ

Acts 15:13 stopped speaking

Acts 15:17 NU Lord, who makes these things

Acts 15:18 NU (continuing v. 17) known from eternity (of old).’

Acts 15:20 Or fornication

Acts 15:22 NU, M Barsabbas

Acts 15:24 NU omits saying, “You must be circumcised and keep the law”

Acts 15:25 purpose or mind

Acts 15:29 Or fornication

Acts 15:33 NU those who had sent them

Acts 15:34 NU, M omit v. 34.

John 10: 17-28 NKJV

17 “Therefore My Father loves Me, because I lay down My life that I may take it again. 18 No one takes it from Me, but I lay it down of Myself. I have power to lay it down, and I have power to take it again. This command I have received from My Father.”

19 Therefore there was a division again among the Jews because of these sayings. 20 And many of them said, “He has a demon and is [a]mad. Why do you listen to Him?”

21 Others said, “These are not the words of one who has a demon. Can a demon open the eyes of the blind?”

The Shepherd Knows His Sheep

22 Now it was the Feast of Dedication in Jerusalem, and it was winter. 23 And Jesus walked in the temple, in Solomon’s porch. 24 Then the Jews surrounded Him and said to Him, “How long do You keep us in [b]doubt? If You are the Christ, tell us plainly.”

25 Jesus answered them, “I told you, and you do not believe. The works that I do in My Father’s name, they bear witness of Me. 26 But you do not believe, because you are not of My sheep, [c]as I said to you. 27 My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me.28 And I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; neither shall anyone snatch them out of My hand.

Footnotes:

John 10:20 insane

John 10:24 Suspense

John 10:26 NU omits as I said to you

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REVERSE AU//MVA part 1

It’s been a while, but now it’s coming back. Some things have been completely re-vamped, some things have gotten darker and more sinister here. I’m going to begin re-telling the story of this AU on this blog since Shion will be involved, and then offer all other exclusive in-depth character profiles (several key characters that are vital to the plot, and who I want to write again or introduce) on my upcoming multi-muse blog. Since... I’m sure there will be questions and there will be answers.

WELCOME TO MY VILLAIN ACADEMIA!

Please enjoy your stay and remember to do your best, because an attempt isn’t tolerated. Let’s get started, shall we?

Everything that you’ve come to love and cherish, those storybook heroes and their happy ever after endings don’t exist here. This is a story in which raw power and glory run the show and all that heroic bullshit? Well, let’s just say it doesn’t exist! In this world, your abilities dictate your entire life, how you attend school, and even the friends you make! If you’re born quirkless, from the moment you take your first breath, life will be especially hard for you, because you’re as good to dirt in this society. Villains are the top dog here, and your life can only get a little bit better if you entrust yourself into the hands of those with abilities greater than your own. You’re considered a disability to the system if you’re quirkless, you may as well just kiss your life goodbye or die trying!

There are no happy endings here, only the struggle to come out on top, and become the best Pro Villain you can. Corruption is encouraged, using your abilities to get ahead and manipulate are all welcomed here, so is physical violence. Not too much though, we don’t need to mop up blood off campus every single hour on the hour. We have a battle arena if you need to fight out your differences, but please book that in advance. Most of your peers will be anywhere between Green and Orange ranking, so please respect them once you encounter them and their ranking. This is the opposite of the hero stories you’ve come to understand, so please make sure you’re familiar with all of the rules and where you, yourself fall! Have a GREAT year!

My Villain Academia is an alternative universe in which tells takes the canon storyline and completely reverses it! Yes, that’s right. Everyone you know and love is actually a heartless villain in training in this. I shouldn’t say completely heartless, but they’re pretty close. Also, your heartless canon villains are actually morally wonderful underground Heroes. UA Academy is a school that prides itself on producing some of the best Villains not only in Japan but across the globe. With its excellent selection of courses and rigorous acceptance exams, one can only dream of being accepted to UA. The story is narrated by the resident King of UA Academia, Midoriya Izuku, and his journey in becoming a Pro Villain.

The school is separated into two classes when it comes to the Villain Course, A and B. These are considered some of the top aspiring students in all of Japan. They’ll do just about anything and everything to get ahead, but they will not turn on each other. They are required to work together in some fields because powerful quirk users combined can be a beautiful thing in the face of battle, or in establishing dominance, right? It’s designed to set you on the right path and separate the powerful from the weak hearted.

General Studies is offered to students that have failed the Villain course exam but still have the potential to join the Villain course during the spring of their following year. However, General Studies students can usually be seen in one of two lights: Scrubs and targets, or potential villains based on how students present themselves in those classes. They’re sorted into C and D, and E categories.

Support Course are students that have been gifted with extreme knowledge and craftsmanship. These are the individuals that instead choose to support their future pro Villains along their course by designing weapons that can enhance not only their quirks but their combat abilities. Support students are highly treasured at UA, and often shown an extra level of respect so that villain course students can ultimately get what they want to be made. There is no limit to what they can make, and their stock room is filled to the brim with assorted tools. Some legal, some very illegal. Anything goes when you’re in support course territory! They are sorted into F, G and H categories.

Lastly, but certainly not least, the Management Course. They are the individuals single-handedly responsible for starting a Villain’s career. They deal with all marketing, opening up agencies, and provide a line of direction for newborn villains. They are sharp individuals, with great problem-solving skills and are masters of working the system in their favor. They’re a more isolated group of students, who choose to keep their secrets to themselves. They are sorted into I, J and K categories.

Much of the Discourse that should arise in UA isn’t handled by the teachers but handled by the ranking system that is established among the Villain Course students. It is called The Royal Flush and composed up of a King, Queen, Jack, Ace and Ten of Hearts. Each title is worn by a Villain Course student, and with it, comes specific duties that are to be obeyed around the school. Before I outline who this is made up, I’ll explain how society’s ranking system works based on what type of quirk you’re born with. Or NOT born with.

When a child’s quirk manifests, they are immediately classified into a color that will dictate how the rest of their life will go. Let’s start from lowest to highest! Now, these are subject to change if a quirkless child is a late bloomer and their quirk manifests later, OR an individual that was already sorted has a quirk change or an enhancement in their abilities that calls for them to be sorted into a different classification. This is done by the government in which the person goes through a series of tests to be passed on to a different classification.

COLOR QUIRK CLASSIFICATION SYSTEM ;;

QUIRKLESS (Black) If no quirk manifests in a child, they are tapped as black and are donned as a disability to the society overall. They are shunned and mocked, these are the people who have a very hard time finding suitable jobs and education for themselves. They tend to stick together to survive and are virtually non-existing to society unless they do something to prove themselves. A lot of them do the services that many quirk users do not want to do, and this buys them protection and a safe space. The highest suicide ranking is among the quirkless.

LOW TIER (Blue) The weakest on the quirk totem pole. Low tier quirk users are registered under the color blue to signal their ranking. These are the people who are offered the lowest ranking jobs and education. They have a chance to climb up the pole if their quirk changes after they’ve already been tapped as a child. Otherwise, these are the people who are easily taken advantage of and who often deflect for the Hero underground.

MID-TIER (Green) The middle of the pole. Once sorted into this category, I would consider this the middle class of the quirk ranking system. A lot of citizens are mid-tier users. They have the ability to hold decent jobs, can become advisors to higher ranking quirk users, are offered good education, and are respected enough to be left alone. They don’t help the weak if they know what’s good for them and their safety. A lot of UA students are Green users that are trying to advance to Orange if their ability allows, but honestly, being Green is a good thing. It doesn’t get you looked at like the Blues, and it takes some of the pressures of Orange off you.

HIGH TIER (Orange) The second highest ranking on the quirk pole. They are the world’s leaders, offered the highest ranking jobs, exposed to the absolute best education system. The police tend to turn a blind eye to high tier users who act out in society because they are seen as the best of the best. Their power isn’t something to be questioned. High tier users can offer protective services to mid-tier users.

SUPREME TIER (Red) Extremely rare. 5% of the population. These are people that are considered walking Gods because of their quirk abilities. Both feared and praised, they are hunted down for their abilities and turned into lethal villain machines. They can offer protective services to just about anyone they choose and it will -never- be questioned. It is very much a thing that children born and tested as Red, will be registered as Orange and their quirk abilities fairly suppressed.

Now that that’s outlined, going back to The Royal Flush squad. The Big Three were the top dogs of UA while they were there, Mirio becoming King in his second year, along with Nejire as Queen and Tamaki as Jack. The Big Three came to dominate the school, they were the people that aspiring individuals looked to for advice. They handled a lot of disputes, while not only increasing their profiles as Villains but also letting people know that they were not the ones to be questioned. Izuku inherits the King title, reluctant to do so after he inherits his ability, None for All, and was now tasked with building his own elite team to wear the Royal titles through the years at UA. Izuku is the only one to become King during his first year.

Who he picks are a total secret, and one you’ll come to discover later on.

Now, what about the Hero Underground? Is there a silver lining in all of this? Of course! The Hero Underground, known as the League of Heroes, is a widespread society that was started by one man, known as All For One. However, in the Villain realm, he’s known bitterly as Robin Hood. He can steal quirks from the most sinister of Villains and gift them to aspiring Heroes who are desperate to try and make society a better place. There have been rumors floating around forever that Shimura Nana has killed him, but in reality, AFO is safely hidden in an unknown location that’s under intense security.

The League of Heroes fights for everyone. They do not discriminate against Quirkless and Low Tier users and are always welcoming to any Villain that chooses to deflect. Once somebody chooses to deflect, they are stripped of their ranking and are considered as good as dirt to society. Heroes are seen as vermin, with their want for equal rights among everyone else and to have quirks liberated rather than controlled by the government and other systems. Hero Agencies exist in locations spread all over Japan, some greatly hidden behind walls, underground, within a maze of tunnels, or through extensive passwords.

Three misfits, ostracized and hunted for their abilities joined the Hero ranking and own one of the most successful Agencies of all time. (Also a real pain in the ass for the Villains of the society) Chisaki Kai, Todoroki Touya, and Shigaraki Tomura. Three individuals who were born RED, who deflected from villain society and built an Agency from the ground up in honor of liberation. They are walking messiahs to those on the lower end of the deal, and they’ve already saved countless people. They have dodged great difficulties to get to where they need to be. The question is, the government wants them, but more so have been forced to turn the other cheek. The system is just as much afraid of them.

They operate out of an office that’s disguise as a Speakeasy, hidden behind a door with a peephole that Touya maintains. Those looking for their aid are given specific instructions to this door, and will only be let in if their password is said correctly. This office also operates as a safe house for those who just are looking to escape the gruesome system they were born into. Welcome to the Hero world! Let Todoroki Touya be your guide.

(Part 1 end)

#MUSINGS. || a place to lay my head #verse || my villain academia.

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darkdevasofdestruction · 6 years

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Hello, hello! I would like to request for Dabi and Overhaul! Headcanons on how they react to having their s/o die in their arms? I'm in an angsty mood lately! Thank you in advance!

Sure thing, dear! I’m a horrible angst writer, but I hope I did well!!

Dabi

Dabi is usually a person who never actually shows his REAL emotions, so the fact that he actually has a lover is kind of a huge deal

Maybe he still has a (huge) hard time dealing with his feelings and he’s trying to learn how to cope with them and show them to his S/O, but with their help, he’s sloooowly becoming a better person for himself and for his S/O

With their help, he learnt how to love again, despite his horrendous past which he kept hidden behind his aloof and stoic, mocking mask of a bad guy

So clearly, he made sure to be very careful so that nothing in the world would ever harm them, or he’d go insane with grief

He’s actually a very loving person with a big heart which he preferred to deny he has because of all the bad things from the past, but with his angel next to him, he forgot any bad thing and only focused on them and the beautiful present and future spent along with them

The problem was that he never, in a million years, expected to find himself in the situation that required saving them from an atrocious beast like the Nomu-…A beast sent by the League of Villains with whom he was working

He was ENRAGED to say the least

His S/O was a very kind person and loved to go outside to walk in the nature, so when the Nomu attacked, they went to save the children, despite their Quirk not being very the most fight-proficient, but at least the poor innocent souls were safe

Their own safety, however…Was down the drain

The Nomu attacked them mercilessly, breaking their bones and slamming them around as they tried their best to keep the monster busy enough for the rest of the civilians to scatter to safety and for the Heroes to finally arrive…But it was all for naught

Nobody came to save them

Not until the Nomu finally got bored of the limp human and left them there, to stare mindlessly into the bright blue sky, barely able to keep their eyes open, until they heard their name being called in desperation

It was him-

Dabi

Not a second later, they got their head put on his lap, both his hands on their cheek, looking at them with an unknown expression of fright that they’ve never seen before, especially not at him

“What the hell happened here?! Who dared touch you?! Where were those stupid useless Heroes?! Gods, Y/N, please, stay awake! Stay alive! For me! For everything in this world that you hold dear, please, I beg of you, DON’T close your eyes!! Y/N!!!”“I-It’s…Okay, l-love…I s-saved them…From th-the Nomu…”“Nomu…? The League attacked you…? Here? In broad daylight?!”“They were after…Children…Innocent…I c-couldn’t…”“You silly…Gods, what do I do?! HEY! I NEED HELP HERE! SOMEONE’S INJURED! HEYYYY!!!!!”

He was beginning to shake in pure fear and worry, not knowing what to do, completely aware that if he were to start moving his S/O around, they’d lose blood much faster and they’d die in the process, so the whole situation became a never-ending nightmare from which he had no escape

He, like everyone else, had no power against life or death

He felt, for the first time, ultimately powerless

And he H A T E D it

“Please d-don’t cry…My love…”“How could I not when you’re about to…To…”“I will always be w-with you n-no matter what, okay? I-I promise t-to watch and g-guide you from a-above, Dabi.”“DON’T SAY THAT-!!!”“I love you, Dabi…”“NO!!!”“Say it back, please…”“B-But…!”“Please, Dabi. I want t-to see y-you smile…And say it…O-One more time…Please…”“I…I love you…S/O…I truly love you…Forever.”“Thank you, love. Please r-remember me, b-but move on a-and seek happiness.”“I…I will try.”

With one last smile, they slowly closed their eyes, letting a complete darkness take over them, not being able to hear the screams of anguish from Dabi, nor see the blazing blue ocean of fire that the former-villain unconsciously formed as he tried to comprehend the fact that the only person he ever cared for died and it was partially his fault that happened

When the heroes arrived and saw the miserable scene in front of them, they were shocked and had no idea how to react, apart from trying to put out the fire, which wasn’t any use, since it always went back, twice as powerful

So the only thing they could do was let the man calm down by himself and make sure nobody gets hurt in the process

Not even in his worst, most painful nightmares could Dabi ever imagine that his heart would get crushed in such a horribly cruel way, and even more, he never even wished to think that his S/O could even be capable of dying

They were his light in such a dark place this Earth is, and now, even his little angel has been taken back to a better place, leaving him all alone, again, on the lonely, never-ending planet

He was alone, and he knew it

He was alone, and he hated it

But one thing was certain…

EVERYONE will pay for the crimes they did against him and his precious Y/N

And boy…Thing will get VERY ugly…

Chisaki Kai

On a serious note, this guy is pretty busy most of the time so he doesn’t actually bother much to make sure his S/O is safe or whatever, since he knows they are capable of taking care of themselves and even more, they need their own privacy, like every person does

He was able to get over his hatred of Quirks and the disgust for anything unclean (just in their case, of course) and they become the only person not expandable in his life (which says a lot since he’d kill anyone to get to the top and achieve his dreams)

Hell, he even got affiliated to the wretched League of Villains to benefit from their fame and resources, but he never imagined that something horrible would happen from betraying them

Something like his S/O getting kidnapped, that is

It took him about a week to realise that something was awfully wrong, since his dear S/O, no matter how much of an introvert and personal person they were, they would ALWAYS text him at least once a day, in a way to tell him that they are okay and he doesn’t need to worry

But to go a full week with no sign from them put him so much on edge that he kept pacing around, not being able to focus on his work and becoming a infinite times more violent than before

He got Chrono to somehow track their phone, which to his surprise, lead exactly to the LoV’s basement, which is exactly where he stormed at

What he saw when he got there was his S/O on Shigaraki’s lap, shaking lightly as he held their sides with only 4 fingers, making sure the 5th doesn’t activate his Quirk unless he wants to

“What the hell is going on here, Shigaraki, and why is my S/O here, in such a compromising state?”“You would like to know, wouldn’t y-”“RUN, CHISAKI, IT’S A TRAP!!!”“You little bitch, didn’t I tell you what would happen if you opened your mouth again?”“What the-”

Chisaki’s eyes narrowed in confusion at his S/O’s trembling scream and their tear-stained face, until he saw Shigaraki decay their shirt off, revealing multiple deep decay wounds on their body and arms which set Chisaki off like a ticking time bomb

“I told you, didn’t I? Speak again, and you get it. After all, the plan was to lure him here, correct? Why else would I keep your phone in this room, hm~?”“Leave him alone…!”“What is the meaning of this madness, Shigaraki? They’ve done nothing wrong to you. Let them go.”“Now, now, Chisaki, don’t get so impatient. After all, it’s your own fault for getting them in this position, you know? If you han’t have betrayed me, this terrible thing I’m doing wouldn’t have had to happen.”“Let them leave, Shigaraki, or I’ll kill you.”“I don’t think you’d actually risk their oh so precious life just to get your revenge, would you? Now step back and wait to see if I have any kind of mercy left in me. If not…Come forth and let’s see for ourselves how easy it is for the human flesh to decay.”

Glaring, he begrudgingly stepped back, his fists balled and trying his best to remain composed and not lash out at the blue-haired man-

But what he did next made him gasp in surprise and horror for the first time in his life.

With a psychotic laugh, Tomura used one hand to grip Chisaki’s S/O’s neck, while with the other, he kept a strong hold on their wrists, holding and decaying them together

They could only bleed and cry in agony, small, barely audible gasps of pain coming from them, which made the young Yakuza go insane, feeling powerless, unable to save the only precious person in his life, so he lashed out and tried to kill Tomura, but Kurogiri was there just in time, pushing Y/N in his arms and creating a barrier so he could safely teleport his master away from the obvious malicious danger

After he calmed down, he kneeled in front of his S/O and taking his gloves off, held one of their hands, while with the other he wiped away the stream of tears going down their cheeks

It was obvious for the both of them that no matter how much he tried, his Quirk wouldn’t allow him to save them, fact that frustrated him to no end

His lover lay there, in pain, having been captured by the enemy because of his reckless actions and he couldn’t even save them…

What kind of boyfriend was he??

A failure, that’s what he was

He failed again, just like with everything he’s ever done before

No matter how hard he tries to succeed, no matter how much he dreams and works towards his goals and ideals, everything around him crumbles and falls apart right in front of him

And the worst was that the only one he ever held so close to his heart, the only thing that was dear to his heart and unexpendable to him was dying in his arms and he could do nothing to reverse the process or save them

He held all the power of this world, but in front of death, even he was powerless

“It’s okay, Ch-Chisaki…Live on f-for me and p-please be happy…”“No, I cannot do that. Not without you.”“Please…Don’t get stubborn now…”“I can’t find happiness without you next to me.”“You can…I showed y-you the way toward the l-light…But now it’s y-you time to walk th-that path…I have faith in you, darling…”“Why would you want me to be happy?! You’re dying because of me! It’s all MY fault, don’t you get it?!”“It’s n-not your fault, silly…I treasured every s-second spent with you…Because I love you, Chisaki. So please, do th-the same and let me go…”“I won’t ever let you go. You will forever be in my heart.”“Th-That’s great to hear, my love.”“I…I love you, Y/N. Farewell.”

They took his hand and snuggled their face into his palm, letting the veil of death fall over them, wearing a peaceful expression, unlike Chisaki who couldn’t stop the stray tear from falling on their face as he slowly brought them close to his chest and hugged them tightly, not wanting to believe that they were dead

Not wanting to admit that they could have been alive if it weren’t for his reckless mistake

Not wanting to admit that the only light he’s ever seen has extinguished

He was alone

And now that he was alone, he finally succumbed to the darkness that was once caged in light, and he could unleash the monster of revenge upon this whole faulty and ignorant world

An angel died for no reason and he was going to bring the divine retribution to everyone who wronged them

Hell finally broke loose.

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cacoetheswriting · 6 years

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Fluff Alphabet - Bellamy Blake

A = Attractive (what do they find attractive about the other?)

Bellamy has never met a more courageous woman: always keeping your head high, your heart strong, never letting anyone step all over you. Your bravery is exactly what he finds most attractive about you. And it’s what you find attractive about him, plus his starlike freckles.

B = Baby (do they want a family? why/why not?)

Bellamy would make a great father, there is no denying that. He has a heart of gold, he’s wise beyond his years, he is protective yet strict. He would love nothing more than to have children with you. You are his family.

C = Cuddle (how do they cuddle?)

Your back pressed tightly to his chest, his arm wrapped around yours, hand on your chest feeling your heart beat.

D = Dates (what are dates with them like?)

Dates with Bellamy are always adventurous. He makes every moment count and always manages to keep you entertained.

E = Everything (“you are my ____” (e.g my life, my world…))

“You are the reason I long for a better world Y/N. A place where we can grow old together safely, raise our children without fear that one day they will have to fight to stay alive. You are my willpower.”

F = Feelings (when did they know they were falling in love?)

Believe it or not Bellamy knew he was going to fall in love with you when the two of you first landed in bed. Your nonchalance, the way you presented yourself with such grace and confidence, and the words that you said when he undressed you, “Just don’t fall for me too hard Bell-”.

G = Gentle (are they gentle? If so, how?)

Towards you, and simply when with you, Bellamy is the gentlest soul. He would never dare to do anything that could hurt you physically or emotionally. Your happiness, making you feel comfortable and loves, is his priority. He always does everything in his power to make you see that.

H = Hand/Hold (how do they like to hold hands?)

The older Blake is not the biggest fan of PDA. But when he does hold your hand, Bellamy first traces your fingers gently with his own before intertwining them and lifting your hand to his lips and kissing it.

I = Impression (first impression/s)

Bellamy thought you were the most beautiful girl he has ever laid eyes on. You quite literally took his breath away. And it didn’t take him long to realise you were also brave, smart, kind, and caring - everything he could only dream of in a partner.

J = Joker (are they into pulling pranks?)

He’s not into pranks of sorts but he does have a good sense of humour. His jokes are quite good too, not that you would ever admit it.

K = Kisses (how do they kiss?)

His kisses are always soft yet intense, there is no in between. They are always fuelled by immense passion you feel for one another and every time the burning fire grows larger. Bellamy tangles his fingers in your hair as he holds your face close, his tongue dancing with yours - your hearts beating together as one.

L = Love (who says I love you first?)

He does - however, completely by accident. You just finished telling him about your day and Bellamy, as always completely lost in your words, smiles from ear to ear and shakes his head with a laugh. “God I love you.”

M = Memory (their favourite moment together)

Bellamy loves to reminisce on the time he asked you to be his girlfriend. The two of you have been ‘friends with benefits’ of sorts for quite some time now at that point, therefore, spending all of your free time together anyway. You were laying in his bed, your head resting on his chest. He kissed the top of your head and took a deep breath, hesitant at first of what he was going to say next even though he knew it felt right. It was what he wanted. “What would you say if we were to make this official?” He asked as you drew circles on his chest with your thumb. “Monogamous fuck buddies?” Bellamy smirked which made you let out a giggle too. “Yes, that is exactly what I meant.”

N = Nickel (do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?)

Your relationship is not built on material things. Yes, Bellamy believes you deserve the world, and vice versa, but neither of you think it’s the most important to spoil the other. As long as both of you feel loved and appreciated you don’t need anything else.

O = Orange (what colour reminds them of their other half?)

Blue - like the sky, the sea, and the stars that illuminate the dark sky. Everything peaceful and soothing, like you, he associates with the colour blue. And even though the shade generally means sadness, to him it only brings happiness.

P = Pet names (what pet names do they use?)

Most often you will find yourself calling him “Bell.”, sometimes when you are being extra cutesy you will call him “baby”. While Bellamy would simply use your surname in an endearing and loving kind of way.

Q = Quaint (what is their favourite non-modern thing?)

The older Blake absolutely adores literature, old books with missing pages and crumpled covers. It is an object with a story not only written inside. Therefore, his favourite possession is a rustic copy of the Iliad that you found one day exploring.

R = Rainy Day (what do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Bellamy likes to read. The two of you would sit in bed, a book in each of your laps. The silence is soothing, nothing but the sound of raindrops hitting the ground outside.

S = Sad (how do they cheer themselves/each other up)

All Bellamy really needs when he’s feeling out of place is to hear you laugh. The soothing melodic sounds of your voice makes everything better. Of course there are days when that is not enough. Then the two of you sit in silence, holding hands. As long as he has you he will be okay.

T = Talking (what do they love to talk about?)

The present, the past, and your future together. The weather, books, what happened on a given day. Accomplishments, the beach, space. What to have for dinner, habits and goals. Everything and nothing.

U = Unencumbered (what helps them relax?)

The sound of your voice, plain and simple. “How do you manage to make everything sound so melodious?” Bellamy could listen to you talk for hours on end, about everything and nothing all at once. And when you sing, the world stops. There is no better feeling in the world to him than what rushes through his heart as you sing.

V = Very (what do they like to show off? what are they proud of?)

As cocky as he can be sometimes Bellamy prefers to show you off. Not only because you are in his eyes incredibly beautiful, almost without a flaw, you’re also immensely courageous and possess a heart of gold. He wants everyone to know it, he wants everyone to know how lucky he thinks he is to have you.

W = Wedding (when, how, where do they propose?)

The words slipped off his tongue so naturally, with ease and warmth. And he held his breath as soon as he said them. Eagerly he waited for your reaction, your response. But you just looked at him and the biggest smile illuminated your features. Bellamy knew then and there what that smile meant - yes, you will marry him.

X = Xylophone (what’s their song?)

Have You Ever Seen The Rain by Creedence Clearwater Revival. As time passed on Earth, more different new-old things were discovered. Among those was a stack of records, surprisingly undamaged by the passage of time. The song became his favourite, he especially loves it when you hum it under your breath thinking he can't hear.

Y = You’re the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

“You’re the Achilles to my Penthesilea.” Bellamy smirked softly at your words as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers running through his black curls. “You do remember that Achilles killed Penthesilea on the battlefield.” “I do, but I also remember how quickly he fell in love with her beauty and bravery.” Bellamy raised a questioning eyebrow. “Are you saying that’s why I fell in love with you?” “Maybe.”

Z = Zebra (if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?)

Bellamy would most likely get a dog, a German Shepherd to be exact. Someone to play with, to train with. Someone to protect you when he’s not around. A best friend.

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