#emotional and thirsty chaos

[ghosts-and-glory]

Just curious!

In your AU, does Narinder have to openly come out as trans, or is it just generally understood even early on that he was trans?

If he does have a coming out, who do you think he told first? What were his siblings initial reactions?

How old do you think Narinder would have been when he realized?

When did the lamb learn? Was it common knowledge by then? Did they effectively look up at their God and go "ayo, nice battle scars, sick as fuck, anyway" and move on?

Also are we gonna see more little Narinder, and what got him all fucked up?

I am so invested in your story, but this aspect in specific I am latched onto like a tick. You cannot get rid of me. I am THIRSTY for knowledge.

Additionally, if in some hypothetical, little child Narinder met a young Lamb, do you think they would have been friends?

Totally not based on the time my brother came out to me and because I have the emotional bandwidth of a sea cucumber was just like “okay, cool.”

I’d say he’s around 12-14. In my heart Nari was one of those trans kids who the second he had the slightest understanding of gender was like “something ain’t right here chief.”

Fighting for my life trying to find a way to colour doodles in a way that doesn’t take ten years or look like shit.

More ramblings under the cut.

My Lamb is also non-binary so it’s not much of a deal to them. Dying on my casual trans rep hill. I don’t care if it’s not period accurate, I simply choose not to recognize transphobia.

Narinder gets slowly poisoned through his life. For the other Bishops, chaos, famine, disease and war will all eventually end in death, and dead men can’t worship. As a god of death he is to preach the glory and beauty of dying but, ironically, can’t die himself. He feels at odds with his family and trapped by life and this mentality slowly warps his view of the world and destroys him over hundreds of years.

Simply put he allows toxicity to pour and warp over toxicity. He lets it twist and compound his mind and it happens so slowly no one notices.

For the Lamb and Narinder theoretically meeting as children I honestly haven’t through much on how I’d characterize The Lamb as a child. My heart wants to say yes they would get along. My source is I made it the fuck up.

#my post #my art #no devotion au #ask #doodle #cult of the lamb #cotl #cult of the lamb narinder #cotl narinder #cult of the lamb shamura #cotl shamura #digital art #art #photoshop

[princessanonymous]

When Night Comes

Platonic Yandere Vampire

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First Chapter

22. 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓷𝓽

Dorian's velvety croon filled the room as the girl's eyes fluttered open, a testament to the success of his work. With grace, Dorian ran his fingers through her hair, an almost paternal gesture with an undercurrent of possessiveness. She appeared disoriented yet curiously aware of everything surrounding her. 

In a ritualistic display, Dorian's sharp fangs pierced his own forearm, crimson droplets welling up and rolling down his arm. The scent, intoxicating and thick, traveled through the room, luring the fledgling. The girl, smart child that she was, picked up on the scent in no time. A swift realization flashed across her eyes, and she keenly picked up on the aroma.

The offered forearm hovered near her mouth, and Dorian's honeyed voice encouraged her, "Drink." The fledgling, displaying an instinctive hunger, moved to partake almost savagely, but Dorian intervened with a gentle touch. He held her jaw delicately, his fingers grazing her cold skin. "Use your fangs, doll. Show me your little fangs."

The girl, her newly formed canines revealed, elicited a proud smile from Dorian. With approval granted, she sank her fangs into his flesh. She drank with a fervor, as if trying to quench a centuries-long thirst in mere moments. The room resonated with the sound of her eager feeding.

Eventually, Dorian, the indulgent sire, halted her actions. "That is enough," he whispered, and she whimpered, a primitive plea for more escaping her lips. With a reassuring shake of his head, he spoke softly, "I know, I know, you're thirsty. You shall have more later." 

As much as she wanted. He was her sire, her creator, and her provider. He would ensure she lacked nothing. He wouldn’t leave her and, in return, she would stay by his side. He was her caretaker. ☾ Gradually (Y/n)'s reason took back control over her instincts. Her memories were hazy, as if a fog were enveloping them, but the panic and fear she had felt before still remained. She recognized the two men in the room. Recognizing the two men present, the sentiments of transformation and of an existence forced upon her hung heavy in the air.

"Killian.. Stay.." Desperation tinged her whimper as she reached out to Killian. She sought solace in the man she knew, yearning for his presence as a shield against the monster who had inflicted this vampiric fate upon her. This man had tried to protect her against the one who turned her. She felt safer with him. 

She observed the man's hesitation, her eyes filled with a profound sense of hope and despair intertwined. His gaze held a tempest of emotions, reflecting the inner conflict he, too, experienced.

Dorian, now the creator of her newfound existence, leaned in, a calming presence amidst the chaos soothing her whimpers with a gentle, almost hypnotic murmur. Safe. "Oh, he won't leave, darling." His words cut through the uncertainty with a promise. "He may have contemplated leaving, but that's in the past now. He shall stay, and he shall stay for you." ☾ She remained oblivious to the sly, dark smile Dorian gave to the other vampire — a subtle pact woven between them, one party more willing than the other.

Reluctantly, Killian approached the girl, a silent turmoil raging within him. Dorian released his hold on her, allowing her to find solace in the arms of his companion. As Killian tenderly stroked her hair, a tide of resentment surged within him. The venom in his voice was palpable as he muttered, words laden with scorn, "You are truly deplorable."

The words danced in the air for an instant, carrying with them years of resentment. The surroundings whispered tales of lives lived, choices made, and the eternal struggle between what once had been and what remained now.

Dorian smiled faintly. His eyes were wet and he leaned on his shoulder. “I know,” he whispered, his words feeling heavy in the room. “Anything for my family. My coven.”

The blond’s arms locked around Killian and he could feel the other’s tremors. "I love you so much,” he muttered, almost inaudibly, "I love the both of you so much." He repeated the statement like an endless mantra. 

Killian remained quiet, with the youngling resting on his chest and the other vampire leaning on his shoulders.

A part of him realized they could all leave. Windows were open; doors were unlocked. Walking out was easy. Just as it had always been.

"We have a daughter, Killian," he continued on. Killian suddenly felt a wetness on his shoulder. "You wouldn't leave her behind, would you? Please… She needs me, and — and I need the both of you."

He drew in a shuddering breath, the blond’s voice, his words, his touch… All of that was so suffocating. He felt caged. Not physically, no; his prison was of another kind. He would have liked to say Fate had intricately woven and meticulously pulled the threads of their lives until they were inevitably entwined. That description would have sounded poetic, or perhaps even romantic in a twisted way. Yet, even that was false, wasn’t it? Tthe truth was often less fanciful.

They were trapped.

Trapped in a tragedy of their own making.

#platonic yandere #yandere platonic #yandere vampire #yandere father #obsession #yandere #vampire #platonic #x reader #female reader #reader insert #child reader #yandere x reader #fanfic #stockholm syndrome #toxic relationship #abusiveness #Our girl seems to be unhealing :) #tw abuse #Killian aint ok guys #dorian isnt ok #but is that really an excuse ? #manipulation

[dilfhos]

*busts down your door* OKAY LISTEN HERE. I DONT SIMP FOR TOJI BUT I WANT YOU TO HAVE FUN AND CREATE CHAOS SO THIRSTY ASK: TOJI HUMILIATING READER CAUSE SHE WANTS TO RIDE THAT DICK SO BAD BUT HE WONT LET HER 😭😭😭😭

for meeeeeee? :O

WHO: TOJI FUSHIGURO x FEM!READER

+degradation, dacryphilia, dirty talk, overstim, use of bitch (half affectionate or not idc >:)), brat-taming.

MINORS + ageless blogs DNI.

You think it’s over. He’s finally given you what you want and you’re grinning…

“No,” Toji suppresses the urge to grin at the sight of your reactions, his hands only coming up to brush away the ones gripped on his shirt. “Not in the mood t’night.”

You sit back, palms spread across the expanse of his chest as you peer up at him. He offers a scowl in return before his hips are bucking, a signal for you to get off. Flopping beside him in defeat, you glare at the magazine he deemed more important than what you were offering. Baiting. And needing.

“Why’re you being like this?” He sighs emphatically as if your very presence in the shared bedroom was a complete hindrance to the mundane task of reading at ten in the evening.

“Why’re you actin’ like you call the shots? It’s a turn-off y’know?” He sneers.

“You’re a turn-off,” You mumble half-heartedly. He’s intentionally silent.

Toji’s left you unsatisfied for weeks, his grumbles of work becoming redundantly annoying. It only drives the desperation and lowers your dignity as you find yourself overwhelmed with need for just an inkling of his attention.

To him, it was one of many games he enjoyed playing in way of fucking with your head. Oh, how you looked with dumbstruck eyes as he brushed you off as any other woman and not his lover, The gears in your head turning as you tried desperately to force your way back into his arms. His curt responses and blatant rejection only fueled you to push harder. He enjoyed shoving you to the brink of crumbling, only for him to grip all your pieces back together.

Your brazen shows were adorably tempting but not enough for him to loosen his resolve. (Not yet.)

Like now, as you’ve deliberately flexed your body toward your nightstand to retrieve your water. The shirt—his shirt—rises up over your hips to expose the cheeky thong embedded between your ass and Toji’s eyes move to the back of your head until you turn around, an incredulous expression on his face.

“Desperate huh,”

“I don’t know what you mean,” You shrug, eyes darting away. “‘M not gonna force you to be intimate, I’ll just find someone else to occupy my time. Maybe G-”

“Look at you, fuckin’ slut.” He places his reading material on the nightstand as he stands. “You’re pouting and baiting after I said no to touching your little cunt. Why don’t you go fuck yourself, hm?” There’s an amused lilt to his words as his brow twitches implicitly.

You frown, thighs flexing at his cruel, harsh tone, completely unfazed. Why would you waste time with your toys when you could have the real thing in all its thick, heavy glory?

Toji was absolute in his decisions up until now, never looking your way all week in your skimp sets and not bothering to say anything to your advances. But when you tried to act innocent or even worse, play on his emotions, it made him wanna see you cry.

Literally.

It’s why his grip is so bruising and his body is hard stone as he looms over your trembling body, ecstatic at the fat tears rolling down your swollen cheeks.

“It’s t’much!”

“Too much she says,” He chuckles, a maniacal grin on his face. He merely shoves your punily fumbling hands aside, attacking your swollen clit with his calloused thumb. “No, I think this is exactly enough. For needy little bitches like you?”

Your hips rear off the bed electrified, tears falling as you slap at his wrists in desperation.

“Won’t do it again! T’much….TOJI!”

“Mhm, lemme hear you again slut,” His hand strikes firmly against your tits, the sting sending your body squirming. His fingers are merciless as they pinch and pull at your taut nipples, his grin only widening when he feels you coming undone.

Your essence flows like a flood, drenching his arm and sheets in downpour. He’s still going, arm flexing with finesse as his fingers rub against your ridges, that abused spot inside you making more tears fall.

“Please, no more! N’more!” Your cunt squelches as it weeps around his digits, your frantic whines falling on uncaring ears. Your legs splay instinctively in an attempt to kick him off but he’s shoving them away, crawling over you with his weight.

“Stop moving. You asked for this,” He grumbles, pinning your wrist under his large palm. His others is shoving your sticky thighs apart again, exposing your sloppy cunt to the cool air. You’re too stunned to realize the fat head of his cock slickening your folds until he’s shoving himself in, grip tightening on your wrists when you buck off the bed. His hand smushes your damp cheeks together, drinking in your disheveled state as his stroke begin, punishable.

“Oh baby, look at me now. Talk for me like you were doing earlier,” he cooed wickedly, your blubbering incoherent.

“‘M sorry, please!” You’re not sure whether you’re begging him to stop or ravage you more, you’re only stuck on the overbearing pressure building in your tummy again. His cock is fat and heavy as it drags through your slobbering cunt, the paps of skin deafening over your whines.

“Keep crying, just gonna make me fuck ya’ harder, heh.” He releases you, hands palming your thighs flush against the mattress as he thrusts into you. The bed rattles on its legs as you cry his name, the noises around him synonymous to his own growls.

“Take it. Take daddy’s fat dick baby, I wanna see you cryin’” You’re clinging to his wrists, your whining incoherent as your vision doubles with tears. There’s a blurry Toji above you, grinning down like a fucked god at its prize, watching as you cry and squirm in his grip. It isn’t until his hand comes up to snake around your jaw when you’re mumbling promises that you’ll be good from now on. That you’ll love him forever no matter how mean he is! That no one ever compares to Toji! Not even him!

“‘M cumming! T-Toji!” It isn’t until his hand delivers a quick succession of pats against your wet cheek does your cunt clamp him in like a vice. He grunts as you grab him, wrapping your arms around his thick neck, your heels digging into the small of his back as you tug him close. His nut jets into you, Toji’s hips shallowly grinding against your ass. He stills momentarily, face nuzzling the side of your damp neck before he rises.

You think its over. He’s finally given you what you want and you’re grinning. A fucked-out mess, sighing blissfully as you prepare to move. In one lithe motion however, he has you by your ankle as you’re now on your stomach, face smushed into the mattress by his palm.

“Now tell me again about Gojo.”

DILFOS. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE MY CONTENT—CURRENT OR ARCHIVAL.

#toji smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji zenin #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen #jjk toji #toji x you #toji x y/n #hopefully this will HMM IDK #PROMPT YALL TO ATART SENDING ME SHIT #🫡 #LYN I LOVE UR DIRTY LITTLE MIND HEHE #[ output—☆ ] #tw degradation #tw dacryphilia

[misshoneyimhome]

Speaking of Italian flair, how would William react to seeing the reader wearing this outfit to one of his events. I can only imaging the thirsty comments on his feed https://www.instagram.com/wonder__jessy/?e=b7ed243f-bbad-4a92-ae30-1e0e25ba1243&g=5

Alrighty, so I wasn't entirely certain if this was intended for 「Dad!Willy x reader」 but since I’d written an Italian-inspired chapter, I thought it would be fitting to pair it with this 😉 Have we discussed how Lucas was created?

So, in my mind, I imagine that William and the reader get married somehwere between Eliot and Lucas, so in this part of the story, they'd be married.

Now, this dress speaks for itself, babe! The reader will undoubtedly turn heads and more in this outfit - and let's be honest, when she struts in looking like that, William will definitely be eager to resume the baby-making activities!

Warnings; well, baby-making activities; smut 18+; fingering, unprotected sex (obviously...), daddy!kink, mention of oral sex;

Word count; 3.3K

Credit

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That's Amore I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️🌺

Amidst the whirlwind of emotions and adjustments that came with new parenthood, you found yourself navigating a path filled with both love and uncertainty. The journey following pregnancy had been turbulent, marked by a flurry of emotions and changes as you embraced your new role as a mother. In the midst of it all, your steadfast companion, William Nylander, stood by your side, offering unwavering support in the middle of the storm.

Recognising the need for a break and rejuvenation, William had arranged a surprise that would forever alter the course of your journey together. A trip to Florence, Italy—a city steeped in history, romance, and the promise of fresh beginnings. Just the two of you, embarking on a journey of rediscovery amidst the timeless beauty of the Italian landscape.

Under the Tuscan sun, you found solace and joy in each other's company once more. Away from the pressures of daily life, William's tender gestures and constant presence helped alleviate the burden of uncertainty, allowing you to embrace your new identity with confidence and grace.

And as you bid farewell to the enchanting country that had witnessed the rekindling of your love, you returned to Toronto, your hearts filled with newfound joy and a sense of belonging. Reuniting with your son Eliot, you realised that amidst life's chaos, your true home resided in each other's arms.

**

Now almost two years had passed since Eliot's birth, and life had settled into a comforting routine once more. You found yourself back at work, stronger and more resilient than ever. However, tonight was not just another ordinary evening—it was a special occasion, one that would add a new chapter to your love story.

As you prepared for the Leafs' charity event, excitement bubbled within you, mingled with a hint of nervous anticipation. Eliot was in the care of your parents for the evening, granting you and William a rare opportunity to enjoy a night out together.

Standing in the doorframe William's reaction spoke volumes, drowning out the clamour of the fans from last night's match.

The instant you completed the final touches to your hair, makeup, and outfit for the evening's event, his jaw fell open.

"Wow, älskling…" he murmured, utterly captivated as you stood before him, stealing his breath away. You slipped on your silky black gloves, the finishing flourish to your elegant ensemble.

You had opted for a very classic, Italian-inspired dress, as black as midnight, perfectly embracing your figure and accentuating every curve. The low heart neckline revealed your décolletage while maintaining a classy look with sleeves draped over your shoulders, revealing just enough skin to exude sensuality without being overly revealing. The final touch was a pair of black and red heels, adding height and enhancing a strong, feminine expression. 

Tonight, you felt incredibly empowered.

And the sight of William's partially open mouth as he gazed at you through the mirror only fuelled the fire within you.

"You know, it's not very polite to stare and drool," you chuckled lightly as you admired your reflection, then met William's eyes in the mirror.

Shaking his head, he responded with a chuckle of his own. "Can't help it, baby, you look absolutely amazing," William grinned, taking a step closer, tenderly wrapping his arms around you, his head gently resting on your shoulder as he planted a tender kiss on your bare skin. "Min vracka kvinna."

You couldn’t help but smile at his heartfelt words.

Throughout the years you and William had been together, he consistently made you feel like the most special woman in the world. His openness and unabashed affection for you were truly wonderful. Even during your darkest moments of self-doubt, he never hesitated to remind you of your incredible worth. He would express not only your physical beauty and allure but also your strength and admirable qualities. He'd often spend hours extolling your virtues, emphasising what an exceptional mother you were to his son and insisting that you were out of his league and far too good for him.

Of course, you found such notions ridiculous. In your eyes, William was the one who was beyond compare. While you were indeed a strong and independent woman, capable of taking care of yourself and pursuing your ambitions, William always made you feel even more empowered.

His unwavering support, especially considering his demanding career, was truly remarkable. Despite the differences in your professional lives, he always found a way to be your pillar of strength during difficult times, just as you were for him.

Through every high and low in his hockey career, you stood by him as his steadfast supporter. Whether he needed a shoulder to lean on during tough times or a friend to celebrate with during triumphs, you were always there.

This mutual support and unwavering dedication had transformed your relationship from mere acquaintances to close friends, then to devoted and deeply connected lovers, and now to parents. With each passing day, your connection grew stronger and more profound. In simple terms, William was your soulmate.

And on a night like tonight, there was no doubt as you both entered the venue, dressed in coordinated Italian mafia-inspired style.

William looked dashing in his dark blue pinstriped suit, a look you always admired on him. His mane of hair was freshly washed and styled, elegantly tamed to match his rugged scruff, while his chain necklace hung perfectly, and a few masculine rings adorned his fingers along with his wedding ring. 

Together, you emitted an aura of power and sophistication.

And as the MLSE charity event unfolded, you mingled with ease, catching up with acquaintances while enjoying the delightful champagne. The atmosphere sparkled with elegance and excitement, and you couldn't help but feel that your attire was perfectly suited for the occasion.

Standing in front of the cameras, a place you still felt somewhat unfamiliar with, William held you close. Yet to your comfort, his calm demeanour rubbed off on you as he wrapped his arm around your waist, drawing you nearer.

William couldn't help but notice that you looked like you stepped straight out of the 'House of Gucci' movie – your sparkling eyes and confident posture, exuding nothing but elegance. He had to steal a moment to admire your incredible style and the effortless grace with which you posed, almost like a professional model, causing a wide smile to spread across his face as he proudly displayed the woman by his side to the flashing lights.

And as you both walked away from the scene, blinking to readjust your vision, you couldn't help but remark, "Bloody hell, I'll never get used to those flashlights," with a light chuckle. William joined in your laughter, experiencing the same white spots in his vision.

"Well, you looked stunning, babe," he complimented as you made your way back to the group of players and their significant others. "And I'm sure those cameras felt the same way when you dazzled them."

Pausing for a moment, you glanced up at your husband, who wore a proud grin, clearly pleased with his smooth remark.

"Someone's quite the smooth talker tonight," you teased, raising an eyebrow playfully, sensing a mischievous air.

And as always, William simply chuckled and pulled you closer, his hands resting on your lower back, encouraging you to wrap yours around his neck.

"You make it so easy for me, baby..." he whispered flirtatiously. "The way you look so incredibly beautiful, this dress, these gloves... and your smile, älskling, it melts my heart every time."

You found yourself slightly taken aback by his sudden outpouring of words. Typically, your husband excelled in charming you through his actions rather than verbal expressions. His love language leaned heavily towards physical affection.

However, tonight was different. Words seemed to flow effortlessly from him. Throughout the event, he whispered sweet compliments in your ear, expressing how breathtakingly beautiful you looked and how proud he was to have you by his side. And each time, he left you speechless.

William was undoubtedly aware of his actions. Over the years, he had come to understand his natural charm and ability to sweep you off your feet with smiles and touches. Yet, it wasn't until after your trip to Italy that he realised the importance of articulating his thoughts. Since then, he had been practicing putting his deep emotions into meaningful words.

You felt a swell of emotions. Your husband had been incredibly sweet all night, showcasing his gentlemanly side in public. However, you knew just as well as anyone that behind that polished exterior, William possessed a mischievous and playful streak - both in public and in private. And as soon as you rode in the cab back home, his lips were on your neck, peppering it with butterfly kisses, his arm wrapped around you while his hand subtly explored your thigh, sliding just beneath the hem of your dress.

"Mmm… can't wait to get home and take this off you," he murmured seductively against your skin, sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

Your fingers played with his semi-long locks, tugging him closer as you closed your eyes softly, surrendering to his touch. "I thought you liked the dress," you teased playfully, prompting William to pull back slightly, and your eyes opened to meet his.

"Oh baby, I love this dress… but I like you naked more," he chuckled darkly before leaning in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. Your hands glided smoothly to his neck, pulling him closer, signalling your mutual desire as the cab navigated through the late February night in Toronto.

The atmosphere in the backseat grew almost too steamy, but before long, you arrived at your apartment building. William paid the driver, bidding him goodnight, before escorting you inside, adjusting his crotch in his trousers along the way.

It was clear that your deep yearning for each other was palpable. With a child-free evening ahead and both of you exuding true high fashion and confidence, you swiftly found yourselves entwined in each other's embrace as soon as you entered your home. A trail of William's discarded clothes—shoes, blazer, shirt, and trousers—led to the large dining table in the open kitchen.

And as you reached the end of the long mahogany table, William spun you around with your back against his chest, his hands firmly gripping your hips as he pulled your hair to one side and kissed the crook of your neck.

Leaning on the table, supported by your silky-covered arms, you surrendered yourself to his magical touch, your mind blissfully consumed by his enchantment. William's mouth worked wonders, skilfully exploring every inch of your sensitive skin below and behind your ear, leaving you utterly weak for him.

As his hands roamed over the curves of your body, his fingertips eventually found the zipper on your back. With delicate precision, he dragged it down, gradually exposing more and more of your skin, his lips never leaving you, moving around to lavish equal attention to your other side.

And as the dress fell, revealing your naked breasts and black lacy knickers, he could feel himself growing firm and hard in his boxers. 

Stepping out of the pooled fabric around your feet, you kicked it aside.

"Leave the gloves and heels on," William commanded roughly against your skin, his hands finding your breasts to offer a gentle massage as his mouth sought yours in fervent kisses.

Unable to form a coherent reply, you simply met him halfway in the heated moment, pushing your backside into his crotch, eliciting a whimper from you as you felt his hardness pressing against you.

Understanding your eager signal, William broke the kiss to remove his last piece of clothing, revealing his hard and proud shaft. His palms then caressed your buttocks as he muttered under his breath, "You're so sexy," while slowly sliding your underwear down.

You couldn't help but smile as your husband admired your body from behind you, but the desire for more of his touch was overwhelming. Stepping out of your knickers and spreading your legs a little further apart, you silently urged him on.

"So needy, baby," William huskily whispered, yet he didn't hesitate to comply. Letting his fingers slowly trace down between your cheeks, he found your heat, gently exploring your moist folds.

"Yes, Willy…" you gasped as he carefully stimulated your sensitive core. "Mmm… feels so good…"

A smirk played across William's lips as he observed your body yielding to his touch, your head tilting forward slightly, eyes shut tight. As he circled your clit, a moan slipped from your lips, your fingers lightly gripping the wood beneath you.

William knew every inch of your body intimately, knowing just how to stimulate each curve and corner to send you into ecstasy, and tonight he had every intention of doing just that. As his fingers danced over your nerves and soft moans grew louder, he sought your entrance and gently eased two digits inside.

"Oh yes!" you exclaimed, letting your head fall forward even more as William stretched your walls, pumping his fingers slowly, skilfully curving them to hit your sensitive spot. "Please, Willy," you pleaded, feeling a knot of pleasure forming in your lower stomach and your legs beginning to tremble.

"Mmm… That's it, baby… come for me, cum for daddy," he whispered, increasing the speed of his pumps, the wetness of your cunt sounding with each motion.

Your breaths became erratic as William continued to stimulate your core, bringing the orgasm closer and closer, your mind entering a euphoric state. Your fingers clenched the table, and your legs tightened as the climax approached. And with a few more pumps, you finally reached the peak, tossing your hair back and arching your back as waves of pleasure coursed through your body.

William smiled as he felt your walls clench around his fingers, your cunt pulsating with pleasure as he gently continued to stimulate you through the high. "Good girl," he praised softly before carefully withdrawing his fingers, causing juices to slowly trickle down your inner thighs.

After catching your breath once the orgasm had subsided, your anticipation for more still tingling, you watched as William gently stroked his throbbing member a few times. Using his arm to pull you back against him, he shared a sloppy kiss with you, filled with nothing but lust and desire. Amidst hungry moans and deep breaths, William's hands roamed all over your body, his throbbing cock ready for further pleasure. However, you halted him as he was about to proceed.

"Willy, we need a condom," you gasped between moans, but William simply brushed off your concern.

"Actually, älskling," he hummed against your skin, "I want to make another baby…"

Though a small part of you wanted to object, you found yourself mesmerised by his touch and kisses on your neck, the desire to bear his child again overwhelming you. Nodding in consent, you let him turn you around, sharing another passionate kiss as you sealed the deal for a new addition to the family.

The moment took a more romantic turn, yet William showed no hesitation as he lifted you onto the table, spreading your legs wide for him as he lined the tip of his cock with your entrance.

It was already dripping with pre-cum, as he gently pressed it into your tight hole, a feeling he’d been longing for a while. Not that you never had sex, but with a toddler and an NHL schedule, it wasn’t as often as it used to be. And when you had sex, he usually had to wear a condom or use his best pull out game as you weren’t on any birth control. But tonight, he could let loose.

Thrusting deeply into your warmth, your moans reverberated throughout the room in unison. Your hands instinctively found their place on the back of his neck, while he held onto your hips for support.

"Mmm... yeah, this is all mine," William moaned, his hips swaying gently as he withdrew slightly before sliding back in. And soon, he found the familiar rhythm that brought you both pleasure.

With each thrust, his hips slapped against yours, occasionally meeting your lips in fleeting moments amidst the symphony of moans. It was a passionate, intimate exchange, reflecting the depth of your connection. Locked in a gaze, your eyes conveyed everything before closing in anticipation of the impending climax.

"Oh yes, Willy... you feel so good," you moaned, your voice growing louder with each thrust. Sensing your heightened pleasure, William increased his pace, driving into you with more force, sending waves of ecstasy through your body. "Oh god!"

And as William felt his own release drawing near, he surrendered to the desire to bring you both to the peak of pleasure. His movements became more fervent, his grip on your hips tightening as he pressed his forehead against yours. "Fuck, babe... can't hold back... I need to... fill you up," he grunted deeply, lost in the throes of passion.

"Yes, Willy... I'm about to come too... fill me up," you moaned in response, and with just a few more thrusts, both of you released deep breaths and satisfied sounds as you reached climax together, your minds clouded, and your visions blurred from the ecstasy.

Basking in the warmth of your bodies, you remained connected for a few more moments, ensuring William's seed was securely planted.

Smiles adorned both your faces as you slowly disentangled, returning to reality, and relishing the intensity and beauty of the moment. Locking eyes once again, you shared a tender kiss, followed by a light chuckle.

"Can't believe we're going for baby number two," you smiled, still holding onto William's neck.

"I can," he chuckled softly. "Can't wait to see you pregnant again..."

"Easy there, tiger," you chuckled, gently stepping off the table. "I know last time happened quickly, but we might have to try several times before we succeed," you reasoned, aware that conception wasn't always as straightforward as hoped. You knew too many women who struggled to conceive despite trying tirelessly, while others seemed to fall pregnant just by looking at an erect penis.

Strolling around still sporting a grin, William gently enveloped you in his arms once more. "So, you're suggesting we might need to have sex over and over again just to ensure you actually get pregnant?" he chuckled deeply, exaggerating a mockingly puzzled expression with his playful jest.

Catching onto the banter, you chuckled in response. "Well, yes – I'm afraid we might have to repeat the process until we get it right, and perhaps even a little afterward, given that sex is beneficial during pregnancy."

"Oh, well in that case," William raised a mischievous eyebrow, "how about we hop in the shower, and I'll take special care of you before we continue with round two?"

You couldn't help but grin widely at his flirtatious remark, well aware of his proficiency with his mouth, and naturally, you couldn't refuse.

Thus, with a sensual and thoroughly enjoyable shower, you both cleaned up from the passionate sex before retiring to bed, too exhausted from the night's excitement to entertain the idea of a second round just yet. However, the following morning, before your parents returned with Eliot, William made love to you twice.

The first time was a gentle and unhurried encounter, as you both slowly awakened from your slumber, wrapped in each other's arms, delicately caressing one another, and exchanging passionate kisses.

The second round, however, occurred about an hour later, after you had enjoyed a delicious breakfast following your morning exercise, and William had seen the photos from the previous night's event.

You looked absolutely stunning in your attire, exuding strength and confidence, which ignited his desire to undress you once more and hold you close. His cock immediately twitched din his boxers as he studied the photos from the online article about the event, and thinking that everyone knew you were his, only fuelled his lust within. So, just a few minutes before your parents rang the doorbell, William opted for a quicker, more intense session, filled with passion and urgency.

#my asks #dad!willy #william nylander imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #wn88 imagine #nhl hockey imagine

[hisui-dreamer]

a fool's heartstrings

Pairing: Jade Leech x gn!reader

Synopsis: you are just a fool in love, and he can so easily pull on your heartstrings

Tags: fluff, first date, festival, rambling, reader is a simp, self indulgent, slightly thirsty, reader wears a skirt, bot proofread

Word count: 1.1k+

Notes: this was purely self-indulgent and reader is kinda based on my own personality hehe

@v-anrouge and @azulashengrottospiano here is the awaited shoujo first date fic hahaha

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You're acting like a fool in love.

You pace anxiously by the glistening fountain in the heart of the town square, your every movement a reflection of the swirling emotions within you. Your heart, like a fluttering bird trapped in a cage as the time ticked by relentlessly, each passing second heightening your nervousness.

Months of careful planning had led to this moment, the culmination of your hopes and dreams. It had taken courage, a delicate thread woven through your days, to gather the strength to ask Jade out on a date. And what better event for a first date than the annual festival on Sage Island?

The golden rays of the setting sun bathed the square in a warm, amber glow, casting long shadows that danced across the cobblestone pavement. The festival ambience enveloped you, teasing your senses with the tantalizing aromas of sizzling street food and the distant melodies of live performances.

You had meticulously planned your arrival, desperate not to keep Jade waiting and be punctual. The sheer eagerness within you had prompted you to arrive a whole 20 minutes early, despite the chaos it had caused in your preparations. You cast a scrutinizing gaze upon your reflection in one of the shop windows, running your eyes over your ensemble for what felt like the umpteenth time, ensuring that every element rested precisely in its intended place.

Hours upon hours were spent immersed in a whirlwind of stress where you attended to each minuscule aspect, from the intricate arrangement of your hair, artfully coaxed into place, to the careful application of makeup that accentuated your features with a touch of joyful charm. Right now, you can confidently say you look cute and worthy to stand next to Jade!

Lost in your frantic mind, you are suddenly jolted back to reality as you catch sight of those alluring teal locks. There he is, Jade, the magnetic force that holds your heart captive. With each step he takes, there is an effortless grace in his stride, as if he is moving in harmony with a hidden symphony only he could hear. The usual formal attire of his school or dorm uniform is replaced by a casual outfit, and you can't help but feel mesmerized by how handsome he looks, his sharp features illuminated by an ethereal, golden glow.

A soft, tender smile graces Jade's lips as he closes the distance between you, its warmth radiating towards you like a soothing sunbeam. It's a smile that holds a touch of mischief, yet carrying an air of sincerity, leaving you captivated by its charm.

"Prefect, I apologize for making you wait," Jade greets you with utmost politeness, his voice like a melody floating on a gentle breeze. His eyes, sparkling like sunlight on a clear day, meets yours with a glimmer of anticipation.

"N-No problem at all," you stammer, a blush blooming across your cheeks. The rush of nervousness makes your words stumble and falter. "I… uh… just got here a bit early."

Jade's soft chuckle dances in the air. "My, I didn't think you would be so eager," he remarks.

The blush deepes, and you find yourself fidgeting with the fabric of your skirt, feeling a sudden self-consciousness under his gaze. Your words spill out in a rush, as if trying to catch up with the flurry of emotions swirling within you. "Well, um… I just… I wanted to make sure I didn't keep you waiting."

He takes a deliberate step closer, and the air around you seems to crackle with shared energy. His presence sends shivers down your spine, intertwining with a tingling warmth. "How very considerate of you," he says, his voice a captivating blend of appreciation and mischief.

Your gaze can't help but wander over his frame, eagerly committing every detail to memory. Clad in a short-sleeved button-up shirt, he retains a gentlemanly air, but the outfit offers a glimpse of his surprisingly muscular arms, typically hidden beneath his polite and gentle facade. The sight catches you off guard, and you can feel all the heat in your body rising to your cheeks as you shake your head, attempting to dismiss those wayward thoughts and refocus your attention on talking to Jade, not staring blankly at him.

Sensing your flustered state, Jade's smile widens teasingly. "Are you okay, Prefect? You seem a little lost in thought."

You quickly regained your composure, replying shyly, "Oh, uhm, it's nothing, Jade. You… you look really handsome today. I mean, not that you don't always look good, but… uhm… Oh, you know what I mean."

Jade covers his mouth with his hand and laughs, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I appreciate the compliment, Floyd helped me pick it out," he admits. “You look enchanting my dear, this outfit suits you incredibly well."

You dare yourself to entertain the thought that maybe Jade valued this date with you. Maybe he sees it as more than a mere passing fancy, an opportunity to spend time together and even put in effort in his appearance to the point of eliciting Floyd's help. And…

Oh.

He called you "enchanting".

As the realization settles in, your cheeks flush like the warm hues of the setting sun. The weight of his compliment sinks deep into your being. You can't help but sneak a peek at Jade's expression, hoping to catch any hint of his true feelings. Is he being sincere, or is he just being polite? You sincerely consider splashing water on your face to calm yourself, but ‘no’, you think to yourself, ‘that would just be foolish’.

At your turmoil, Jade simply observes your reaction. "Well, let's enjoy the festival together, shall we?" His smile widens as he reaches out his hand as an offer.

Dumbfounded by the rush of emotions coursing through your veins, you nod in a daze, your thoughts in disarray. With trembling fingers, you cautiously place your hand in his, as if awaiting a hidden trick or revelation. But instead, what you find is that his ungloved hand feels warm and strong, with callouses likely formed during his mountain excursions. And you hope you can join him on one of those those expeditions someday.

As if sensing your nervous energy, Jade's grip tightens ever so gently, offering solace and reassurance. It's a silent affirmation, a subtle gesture to quell your anxieties and snap you away from your reeling mind. The contact of his hand against yours infuses a sense of calm, a grounding force that anchored you amidst the flurry of emotions.

And so, hand in hand, you embark on your date through the lively festival, the world around you both fading into a blur of colours, sounds, and mesmerising aromas. Together, you navigate the crowded pathways with interlaced fingers, your heart racing as you wish for time to move slower, and if not, for there to be more moments you could be by his side in the future.

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#twstnexus #rinnade #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland jade #twisted wonderland jade leech #jade leech #jade leech x reader

[brewed-pangolin]

not thirsty or anything, but i’ve had this in mind for ages and basically soap has a pregnant gf (reader) and at the end of mw3 he ‘dies’ while she is around 4-5 months pregnant and basically ends up getting close to the rest of 141 while grieving BUT! soap is not actually dead. he is alive but he has to pretend to be dead to protect him from makarov and only the rest of 141 and kate knows. anyways, after healing soap starts stalking/watching over reader and he wants to go back home to her but he can’t because he is supposed to be dead. i don’t exactly know where i am going with this but i am in deniable of his death, and it ends with fluff and smut ofc! i would also imagine johnny would def be a twin baby maker

This one made me feel angsty, so that's where we're going with this one.

cw: mentions of loss. Angst no comfort (sorry)

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You sat at the corner table at the bustling coffee shop. Your back to the sidewalk as you stared into the void that was black Americano in a white porcelain mug.

You had barely touched your chosen beverage. Electing rather to rather to trace your fingers around the rim while silently studying it's chipped texture.

The gentle pressure of a warm hand on your thigh pulled you out of the lonesome trance. Meeting the welcoming honey gaze of one Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, who for one reason or another, had become the gravitational rock within your world of uncontrolled chaos.

"It's alright, love." He said, voice low and soothing like a weighted blanket on a cold night.

"We can go home if you want. No need to stay if you're not feelin' it today."

"Kyle's right."

Kate's voice interjected quietly from across the table.

"And you need to rest. If you so much as sneeze at this point, those two mini Scots will come flying out."

You feigned a kind smile. One you had practiced over the last few months to keep your torrid of emotions at bay.

Kate's humor was always a welcome reprieve.

Yet with the constant churn of life within your belly, you were finding it harder to laugh at anything as you were repeatedly reminded of the light that was so unceremoniously ripped away from you.

"C'mon, love. Let's get you home." Gaz pressed with a gentle tone as he stood from his rod iron chair and extended his hand.

He could read you like a book. And your pages were strewn in tumultuous heartache and unshed tears.

"I'll get the tab." Kate added. Just as she pulled out her wallet her phone began to ring.

"Shit. You two head out. Gotta take this."

"Price, again?" Gaz inquired with a raised brow, pulling your fur line coat over your shoulders.

"That's classified." She answered. Turning on her heels and matching back to her car.

You had begun to take note of her use of the world recently.

That was the thrid 'classified' call in two days.

Not that it was uncommon, of course. Something just seem to familiar about the way she spoke to said 'classified' recipient on the other line.

#angst no comfort #angsty soap thoughts #sorry for no fluff or smut #all the feels on this one #soap squad™️ #johnny soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #kate laswell #cod drabble #cod fanfic #averagepricesimp

[kruegerslov3r]

Simon Riley’s Natal Chart

i've really been thinking about what simon's natal chart would look like. (it's important to mark and immediately inform you that i don't know his date of birth. so what follows is purely my suggestion)

so after studying his life history, behavior in the game, manner of speech and other things, i came up with something like this

the sun: scorpio (i think he is november scorpio)

a strong personality. variability, emotions are not stable. ability to fight for a long time. passionate pursuit of life. can be strongly attached to people, and over too passionately express their love, because of which can scare people away. can not always control their impulses and emotions. extremely emotionally tolerate a change in attitude to themselves.

the moon: cancer

strong and profound emotions, the course of life is often determined by subconscious instinctive motives. unpredictability. strongly tied to traditions. the influence of habits is very great. love for children, a strong sense of home.

mercury: scorpio

self-confident, somewhat stubborn, sarcastic, strong, determined, courageous by nature, capable, intelligent, talented, shrewd, cunning, thirsty for knowledge, intellectual development. often has restless friends, relatives or neighbors, loves the opposite sex, likes to seek pleasures, many disappointments. intense peculiar thinking, indifference to the opinion of others. abrupt attitude to the opposite opinion. the mind is able to penetrate deeply into the subject of study. defend their opinion, sometimes too aggressive. do not forget anything. says impressive, can often speak too sharply.

venus: capricorn

patience, restraint in the expression of feelings. all feelings are hidden behind a mask, do not understand love or hate. monitors the appearance. do not stop communication without serious reasons. no conflicts, resentment may not express, keep to themselves. easily comes into contact with older people. very strong attachment to what they consider their. afraid of poor old age. tactful. prefer classic in art, restrained forms and black colors, ascetics by nature. male traits in love, desire to dominate. they may not talk for a long time at resentment.

mars: scorpio

gives a practical nature with the ability to work hard and achieve great results. good administrative, engineering and inventive skills. by nature, firm, confident and strong. from the outside may seem cold or indifferent. there is a willingness to go on risky experiments on yourself. in love owners. often, they show caution to people. can be vindictive and cruel. bring everything to the end.

saturn: capricorn

a good thinker with an unexpected, original and unique character of thinking. as a speaker - ready-made polemic, strong and convinced, summarizes arguments and facts clearly, quickly draws conclusions. he is intelligent, cautious, quick-witted and scholarly. some impulsiveness in behavior and speech, sometimes sharp, stubborn and self-willed.

neptune: capricorn

neptune in capricorn shows the severity or periods of depression, as well as anxiety or distress in family affairs in adolescence, especially in relation to the father. gives interest to psychology, income through art, music, big business, public and private institutions. life sometimes brings chaos.

rising sign: aquarius

the ascending aquarius is impulsive, but they are not in a hurry to declare his feelings. they are self-confident and strive for bright changes. they don't not give in to difficulties because he always finds a way to overcome them.

they’re pretty mature guys who are hard to freak out. intelligent, logical and persistent when it comes to their own interests. they're well versed in painting, art, music and literature. they are practical and solid than attract the same hard-working personalities.

ascendant in virgo - appearance

people with ascendant in virgo are usually well-built. their height is usually above average or tall. in general, it is generally believed that people with ascendant in virgo are the slimmest and tallest among all "earthly" signs.

such people have long arms and thin fingers. body proportions, as well as facial features, are correct. the facial skin is light, not prone to redness.

the shape of the face is usually oval. in some representatives of the virgo ascendant, the face may be slightly elongated. the facial features are often thin, as if delineated. the cheekbones may be emphasised, and the tip of the nose may be pointed downwards

hair color is usually russet, less often brown.

i'd be glad to see your options in the comments.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #ghost cod #simon ghost x reader #ghost imagine #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost simon riley #ghost #simon riley imagine #astrology #simon riley headcanons #ghost headcanons

[spiral-writing-stuff]

hi hi! i saw ur requests were open? (sorry if theyre closed)

Can i request a Akutagawa x gender neutral teen reader? (Platonic ofcou) basically reader looks up to Akutagawa and sees him as a older brother figure and akutagawa sees them as a younger sibling :3 can it be angst also? like where one of them is badly hurt and the other is crying and all that jazz

pls and thank you <3

authors note: Don’t worry! If my bio says requests are open then they are! I just take a while to write because there’s a lot of stuff going on in my life, so I’m really sorry this took so long! Im thinking of splitting this into 2-3 parts because I’m still thinking of how to write the rest of the story, I have the plot already in my head but I just need to put it into words. This request is sooo cute big brother akutagawa is just such a great concept:,) Also so sorry if the angst isn’t good lol I’m not very good at writing creative sad stuff! (Please give me feedback!😭) also sorry if it’s too angsty i think I went a little overboard again. I might edit this story later.

Sorry this took so long!

I also couldn’t decide if reader is older or younger than Gin so you guys decide.

I Hope it’s what you wanted!!<3

On a Silver Night

Content/Warnings: angst, gore, blood/injury, abuse/child abuse, death, Dazai being a bastard, lmk if I missed anything

For as long as you can remember, Ryūnosuke was always protecting you and gin, as if you two are the thing he lives for. which you both are at this point He has always tried his hardest to defend you, gin, and the other children from thieves and abusive adults, he didn’t do it to be righteous, nor did he do it to feel better about himself, he just did. At least, that’s what you thought, it was hard deciphering his intent because everything he did, he did with the same, emotionless stare. People would always mention this fact. Even when he was killing, stealing, or when you found some food or someone told a joke, he always had the same blank expression. You thought it was funny sometimes though he never once showed any emotion, that didn’t matter to you, his actions spoke clearer than any words could.

Like when he would sometimes hug you and gin to keep you warm during cold nights, when he found food he would share it with the two of you first. And if anyone dared to threaten or try to hurt any of you they would be dead in an instant by Rashōmon’s sharp fangs. Yes, his facial expressions didn’t matter, he was trying his hardest to keep you and Gin from experiencing the harsh cruelty of the word, but he was still just a boy himself. There wasn’t much a malnourished and frail child could do, yet he persisted, despite how many times he’d fallen. You looked up to him and had a deep respect for him because of this.

Even though it was a horrible situation all of you were living in, you were happy just to be with your older brother, sister and the other children. Among all the other children, You, Gin and Ryūnosuke were the ones you were closest to.

Until that fateful day, when a group of criminals murdered all the other children in cold blood, leaving You and Gin injured, and Ryūnosuke thirsty for blood.

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Gin had helped Akutagawa escape but you three got separated amidst the chaos and confusion, you held Gin’s hand tightly as you two ran and ran until you two were exhausted, collapsing onto the damp, cold ground. The air was foggy and cold, the night dark while the moon illuminated your surroundings with a silver light. After a few minutes of struggling to catch your breath you got up from the dirty ground and remembered only Gin was with you, Ryūnosuke had ran off in search of the criminals who killed your friends. Fear and panic shot through your body, terrified that Ryū was going to get himself killed.

“G-gin! W-we have to find Ryū!” You said to Gin in a rushed shaky voice. She swiftly nodded.

You two began running, this time slower due to how tired you both were. You were heading in the direction of where the shipment was said to be taking place.

“Gin! I think we’re almost there—“ you stopped when you saw a tall man walking in your direction with a shorter person. The shorter person had a black coat draped over his shoulders, the man seemed to be waking directly to you now, a smile on his face.

“Be careful Gin.. s-stand behind me..” you got in front of Gin just in case, until you realized the shorter person was Ryūnosuke, his eyes were slightly puffy and tearful, he had been crying. your heart dropping at the sight. Immediately you throw yourself at Ryū pulling him away from the mysterious man

“Just who are you and what are you doing with my big brother?!” You frantically yell at the man, hiding Ryū and Gin behind you

The man glares at you with boredom in his face, as if this was all nothing to him, but then he started to smirk slightly “Brother? Oh, I knew Akutagawa had a sister but I didn’t know he had another sibling. What’s your name?” He said with a mischievous face, He reached out his hand to seemingly pat your head but you smacked it away immediately, surprising him a bit “you didn’t answer my question-“ you felt a hand on your shoulder and turned around “Y/n…cough it’s okay..you don’t have to worry..” Ryū weakly said to you. Your heart ached at the sight of his bloodied and bruised face, looking down you can see he has bloody scratches on his knees, arms and legs, his entire body was hurt.

“Hm? Oh, right! Sorry about that! Where are my manners?” He said rather loudly “My name is Dazai Osamu, I just got promoted to a Mafia Executive today, Which means, I now have the authority to do certain things. like taking anyone as my subordinate, and your brother here has accepted my offer.” Dazai said soft-spoken yet somehow overbearing with a kind smile that didn’t reach his eyes. You were confused by the man’s statement, many thoughts ran through your mind;

“Would Ryūnosuke really agree to join the mafia? Especially join through this guy? How would we be guaranteed safety? What if this is just a trap to exploit Ryū’s ability? What if he kills us?”

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a dangerous, slightly condescending soft voice “you don’t have to worry, if i wanted you dead, I would have done so the second I laid eyes on you.” He said to you, it’s as if he read your mind. He was staring into your eyes as you stared back, his eyes void of any emotion, much like your brother’s, except you found a deep cruelness to them, it terrified you.

“Well, it was just gonna be Akutagawa here and his sister, but I can make arrangements, just for you.” His eyes went back to a neutral state “I promise,” he puts his hand on his chest “that the three of you will be fed, clothed, housed and compensated accordingly, as long as you work under me, no one else in the mafia will dare harm you.” Dazai reached his hand out to you, a sweet smile on his face

“so Y/n, do we have a deal?”

~ ~ ~

To be continued.

Notes: it is 5am as I write this, can you believe I’ve been writing and tweaking this since April 7th??!? And this isn’t even that long. What ADHD does to a mf

Honestly I’m not sure if I should continue this, obviously if more people wanna read it than yeah since I have the story already in my head, just need the motivation. So comment and tell me that you want more!!!

Anyways hope y’all enjoyed. Stay hydrated!

#akutagawa ryuunosuke #gin akutagawa #akutagawa x reader #bsd akutagawa #bsd x reader #akutagawa x sibling!reader #akutagawa siblings #gin x reader #bsd #bsd x gender neutral reader #akutagawa x GN!reader #big brother akutagawa #bsd x reader platonic #bsd angst #akutagawa angst #bsd x reader angst #spiral writes #gin x sibling reader #sibling reader #bsd x sibling reader #bsd platonic

[gglitch1dd]

Blood and Fire Ch4

Context: Kirishima and Bakugou embody fire, flames and destruction. Their path of carnage and love for their beautiful culture is evident. Yet, who could have thought a human could be soulmates to people like them.

A/N: Hey, so I totally forgot to post this here on Tumblr. I already posted this on AO3. So I'm sorry my beloved Tumblr fans.

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Pain is constant, it rises and falls like waves, and just when you thought it couldn't get worse... it does.

WARNING: HEAVY ANGST, Minor Character death (I don't know if they are a minor character or not but its bad), emotional pain, mentions of fake religion, death scare, blood, death, emotional Katsuki.

If you didn’t have to, you wouldn’t speak to them. Speak and say what? You had no words for them. What could you say to the people that were supposed to love and trust you the most? What could you say to them? They betrayed you. They didn’t trust you. It hurt knowing that. It hurt knowing that even though they didn’t physically hurt you, it was as if that was the biggest betrayal they could have ever done to you.  

You avoided them like the black plague. Seeing them brought up memories, it brought up confusion. It made your head feel like it would split into two and as if you would fall into panic. However, it physically hurt you to be away from them. It hurt shrugging their touches off you, walking the other way every time you saw them, not waking up next to them anymore. It hurt because you knew internally that you belonged at their side. You belonged beside them.  

But how could you say you belonged beside them when they didn’t even give you a chance to decide that for yourself.  

You knew being their soulmate wouldn’t be easy. It would never be. Bakugou was a barbarian, Kirishima was a dragon. Both blood thirsty warriors. The part of them that they showed you was kinder, softer, gentler than all the tales of their kinds you could have ever remembered your parents and teachers telling you. Yet you wondered about the side they didn’t show you. The side of them- their culture, that they threw you into on your initiation night.  

The side to them that craved to feel flesh under their nails and blood dripping from their hands. The side to them that was all about destruction, chaos and fury. The side to them that was probably second nature to them and yet you knew nothing about. You weren’t an idiot. You knew that the people you walked next to were most probably all killers. You knew that you shared meals with people that had probably done your own people wrong. 

And yet you kept quiet. 

You said nothing.  

Because you had grown accustomed to wanting to be with your soulmates that you could shrug off many things. Many things.   

But dishonesty? Omission of the truth? 

You didn’t think you could stand that. 

The most painful part of being away from them is that it didn’t solve anything. Nothing at all. Because in the end, you just couldn’t stop yourself from seeing his face in your mind.  

“P-please. I-I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m sure you’ve got this all wrong.” His voice was shaky as he took a step back away from you. He had soft brown hair on his head, some strands stuck to his forehead from the sweat of running. You didn’t even know his name, but his dark brown eyes told you that he was scared. He was terrified. He continued to beg you as you kept him underneath you, the weight of your axe weighing heavy in your hand.   

Your face was torn. You couldn’t decide. If you didn’t kill him, he would no doubt die anyways. Dragon island was no place for a human who had no affiliation with any of the dragons or barbarians and as an added bonus, the tribes wouldn’t accept you. You wouldn’t be recognized in the same league as your soulmates. That in itself was painful. You couldn’t even return to human society, now that people knew that you were the soulmate of a barbarian and dragon. They would burn you at the stake. There was no way around it and yet you couldn’t stop your own tears from falling down your face.   

You just couldn’t stop thinking about him. It was as if he was haunting your every thought, action and space. You could barely sleep anymore without nightmares of that night. You would wake up feeling as though his hot blood still was running down your arms. As if you couldn’t feel the haunting feeling of his heart stopping beneath your own hands.  

You couldn’t hate them for tricking you into doing this. You couldn’t. The world was cruel that way. So unfair and cruel to you, making sure that you were unable to even despise them for doing it to you. No, you didn’t hate them. But you could damn make them feel the pain you felt of being away from your soulmate. Maybe it was cruel, but you didn’t care. You just couldn’t. Not after what they had done.  

“We should target the western village of Rokington along with…” The leaders of the next raid were evaluating the plan for the next raid on the main island of Yuuie. They stood around the round table, a map of the Yuuie and all the surrounding islands sat on the table with little figurines.  

Even though this was a serious discussion and one that no doubt would be important if any final changes to the plan would happen, Bakugou couldn’t force himself to listen for the life of him. He stared blankly down at the map but he was far far away from the meeting. In his head, he was thinking of every possible way to try and get back in your favour.  

You basically ignored their existence now. Every time he tried to talk to you, you would move away from them. You were quick about it too. Moving quick on light feet so that even if he tried to follow you, you would disappear. He tried everything but it seemed like you were rejecting everything they were trying. Gifts, food, jewellery, even that stupid lamb you found the other week. Nothing seemed to work.   

Bakugou knew that they were in the wrong, that you had every single right to be angry with them, but he still hoped that somewhere deep in your heart, you would forgive them and give them a chance again. He knew he didn’t deserve- they didn’t deserve it, but it was hurting them from the inside out feeling the amount of betrayal and sadness that resided in your heart.  

You were lonely.  

So fucking lonely. 

You felt isolated in a community that was more than happy to take you in, but at the price of your humanity. It was like giving up a part of you, that you never knew you could lose. Bakugou knew they were shitty partners. They uprooted you. They basically made you adjust to them when they should have been adjusting to you as well. You were learning so much about them, but what truly had they learned about you?  

“Oi! Brat!” Bakugou felt a tug to his ear, wrenching him out of his thoughts. Bakugou growled at his mother as he tried to push her away from him and tugging on his ear. Mitsuki stood her ground, one hand on her hip, the other holding her sons ear painfully. She looked down at him unimpressed as she let go of his ear. “The meeting is over.” She motioned to the empty cottage which just stood the two of them inside of it. Her son looked around the room as he rubbed his ear, he frowned as he realised that she was indeed correct. Mitsuki folded her arms. “What’s the matter Katsuki? Is it Y/N?” She asked, even though she knew the answer.  

Bakugou looked away from her with a tsk. His eyebrows furrowed as he scowled deeply at the ground, mirroring her own expression. “It’s not of your business.” He let out, softer than he would have normally, as he tried to move around the table to walk out of the cottage.  

Mitsuki grabbed his arm and pulled him back towards her. “Wrong answer, stupid. Everything concerning you is my business.” She told him, forcing him to stand in front of her. Her son looked up at her with red eyes that he took from her, and yet she noticed that they were duller than usual. That’s when she looked at him, truly looked at him. He looked slightly paler, and he was quitter than usual as if his throat was bothering him. Mitsuki’s eyebrows furrowed as she took a step closer to him, grabbing a hold of his face in her hands.  

“Hey!” He tried to step back away from her physical affection but Mitsuki kept her hold on him. He let out little growls trying to step away from her.  

Mitsuki shushed him as she looked over him. She brushed some of the light blond locks out of his face to look over his face fully. Bakugou gave up the fight with a sigh as he glared up at her with a burning gaze, but she didn’t even flinch nor was fazed by it. She knew he got it from her. She frowned. “My son...” She spoke softer than she would normally to him. “The bond between soulmates is a strong thing, but it is also sensitive and easily irritated. Sometimes we do things that we regret, we don’t think before we do or say something and we hurt the people closest to us. Intentionally or unintentionally. But it’s happened. You can’t change the past and you can’t live in regret knowing wishing you had done something different. You know this.” Bakugou looked down away from his mother, his frown deepening realising how right she was. She gave him a sad smile. She placed a kiss up to his forehead, and this was a rare moment since he didn’t reject it at all. “Give her time. She’ll come back to the both of you.” She promised him.  

Bakugou was silent, not feeling confident enough to say anything towards his mother without starting to tear up in frustration at all of this. His gaze flickered up to hers. Looking at her was like looking at another version of himself. Even though he said he hated it, it was something no one could take from the both of them. He was his mother’s son. He was the son of the chief of this village. A son of a barbaric woman who had killed more people with her own bare hands, more times than she had wiped the tears from his face. She held his face in the same hands that were stained in blood.  

He sighed. “Why are you always right?” He asked. “It’s annoying.”  

She chuckled and let go of him. “I’m your mother, Katsuki. I always know something’s wrong with you. We used to be connected you and I, remember that.” She tapped his face and turned around to head out of the cottage. “Besides, I’m Chief…” She turned her head back to look at him over the white direwolf fur of the cape she wore. It was the same deep red as her sons. She made it just for him as an initiation present. “If there’s one thing you need to know about being chief, you have to know more things than you don’t know.” 

Bakugou huffed as he followed her. “Doesn’t change the fact that it’s annoying.” He grumbled.  

“Or maybe it’s because I had to push your fat head out of me.” 

“HUH!” 

“With such a fat head, I needed to know everything inside it. Maybe it held the secret to the universe.” Before he could snap and shout something at her Bakugou just dropped his head. Him and his mother shared more insults than praise but, if anything he still care for her till death. He let out a small chuckle and smile. Something, even though his mother kept her gaze forward as she walked away from him, did notice.  

Bakugou stuffed his hands in his pockets as he walked back to his cottage that he shared with Kirishima. He kept his head down as he passed other villagers, their smiles and greetings only being met with a grunt from him. It was nothing unusual coming from Bakugou Katsuki, so they thought nothing much of it. Yes, they all noticed how the three of you weren’t together anymore. They noticed how the three of you weren’t acting as close as you used to, but that was a problem only the three of you could fix.  

Bakugou walked into the cottage, heading towards the bundle on the ground, surrounded by blankets and pillows. The two of them had been feeling weaker than usual, especially Kirishima. It was as if he was going into hibernation or something. Dragons only hibernated when going through their coming of age once they got their colours in on their scales and were able to shift. Kirishima spent most of his time in this state. Sleeping or eating, because randomly in the day he would feel the pain you were feeling and that was often than not, too much for him to handle. “Eijiro, get up babe. It’s time to get ready to leave.” Bakugou voiced as he stood close to the bed. Still the large bundle on the ground didn’t move. Bakugou frowned as he moved over to Kirishima’s makeshift nest on the ground. He went down on his knees as he inched closer. He placed a hand on Kirishima’s side and nudged him. “Eij. Wake up.” He stated adamantly as he wiggled the dragon. The dragon didn’t move and that’s when Bakugou felt a sinking feeling in his chest. His breathing started to increase as he looked down at the redhead. He nudged Kirishima’s heavy form once more. “Eij.” He said more quietly. “Eijiro. Eijiro wake up.” He pushed harder now.  Bakugou felt panic settle into his body at the unresponsive dragon. “Eijiro, wake up! Come on!” 

Finally he heard a groan coming from the drake underneath the blankets. Sticking his head out from under the furs was Kirishima, his eyes still closed in sleep. He had a frown on his face. “I’m awake, I’m awake.” He grumbled upset at being taken out of his slumber. He pushed himself up to sit up straight as he rubbed at his eyes. “Dear Starry Flame, no need to be so lou-” Kirishima noticed that Bakugou’s head was down and he could feel that something wasn’t right with the blond. He shifted closer to Bakugou in worry. “Kats, are you okay?”  

He heard sniffling as Bakugou furiously rubbed his eyes. His cheeks were puffed out and pink as he tried to stop the tears. “Don’t fucking play with me like that…” He let out in an angry whisper.  

Kirishima’s form softened as he reached out for Bakugou. “Sorry Kat, I didn’t hear you. I was just sleeping. I promise.” He placed a hand in the blond’s hair.  

Bakugou’s frown deepened at that. That was the problem. Kirishima couldn’t hear him. It scared the living daylights if something were to happen to either of you and he couldn’t do anything. He was just a barbarian. Bakugou stood up as he wiped his pink face with the side of his cape. “Get up and get ready.” He told Kirishima. “We’re leaving soon.” He reminded him.  

“Alright.” Kirishima said with a wide yawn, sharp dragon teeth on fully display. He scratched the top of his messy head of red locks that cascaded down his back. Kirishima noticed that the blond was moving back to go outside. “Where are you going?” He asked.  

“To tell Y/N that we’re going.” He told Kirishima. Kirishima opened his mouth to ask if he could come. “I want to go alone. It will be easier on you, Eij.” He reasoned, with a glance. “I’ll be right back.” Not leaving anymore room to argue, he left. Bakugou walked out into the open air and just to his luck, the person he wanted to see was walking down the path. “Pops!” He managed to say loudly.   

Masaru stopped in his tracks at the sound of a title only his son used. Masaru’s shoulders dropped. He had been borderline harassed by his son and Kirishima into telling them where you went most of the day away from them. Masaru was able to stand his ground but it got pretty annoying. Masaru closed his eyes as he turned around. “Katsuki, I already told you that I’m not saying anything.” He reminded him.   

“Pops, I just want to say bye before we leave for our raid.” Bakugou told him as he caught up with a brisk jog towards his father. 

Masaru turned around to look at his son. Then he noticed something in his son’s face that only him and a few others could notice. His eyebrows furrowed as he stepped closer, taking Bakugou’s face in his hands. “Katsuki, what’s wrong? Why were you crying?” He asked looking at the way his son’s cheeks seemed puffier and his eyes pink.  

Bakugou let out a growl of annoyance as he tried to pry his head out of his father’s hands. He wasn’t sure what was with his parents today, but it was getting on his nerves. “I’m fine.” He grunted out as he wiggled out of his father’s hold. He wiped at his face again and shook his head. “I’m fine.” He repeated. “Please, just tell me where she is. I won’t take long.”  

Masaru hesitated. He always had a soft spot for a crying Katsuki. He sighed as he dropped his shoulders in dismay. “I’m going with you, so follow me.” He let out as he turned and walked towards the forest.  

Bakugou’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, not having expected to see his father break. Maybe all he had to do was start crying to get more of what he wanted. He followed Masaru into the woods. It was a silent walk, walking on a man made path that went deep into the growth almost as if one was walking to another barbarian village on Dragon Island, but not quite.  

It didn’t take them more than ten minutes of walking in silence with the occasional curse from Bakugou at a branch, until they were in a very small clearing. You sat on a rock, facing a tree with a carving of the great five gods of Yuuie. Your head bent down in almost prayer as your hands were joined together. Your lamb chewed on some grass in front of you.  

Masaru paused. He turned to his son and motioned for him to go over to you. Bakugou was hesitant as he looked between his father and one of his soulmates. With a breath, he walked closer to you. Before he could get too close, “What do you want?” You spoke annoyed as you opened your eyes, your head still down and your hands joined together.  

Bakugou opened his mouth to speak but it felt as though he was using his voice for the first time in a long time. He cleared his throat. “I… I didn’t know you were religious.” He stated looking up at the tree. It was a big and thick oak tree. One used normally in prayer to speak to the gods. There were few of them spread around the island since the barbarians only truly prayed and believed in one of the five, and they sure as hell were not going to bow before a tree to talk to them.  

You raised your head as you dropped your hands. “My family prayed to the god of the land.” You revealed. “As kettle herders we relied on the land more than any other god out there. But I don’t pray anymore.” You revealed as you slowly stood up. You glanced over at him coldly. “This is the one place I know no barbarian would look for me… besides Masaru.” You turned fully to face him. You folded your arms. “Now what do you want, Katsuki?” 

Bakugou swallowed down the heavy bile of you clearly not wanting him to stay near you. It hurt him, but the exact same time, he was just relieved that you were talking to him. This was the closest he had been to you in days. “Eijiro and I are leaving for a raid, along with my mother and a few others.” He revealed to you. You didn’t say anything as you looked at him uncaring. “I just…” He looked down. He shook his head with a soft tsk at how much he lacked in communication skills. Maybe he should have let Kirishima to come along. “Look I know we haven’t been… the… the best mates to you.” You scoffed. “But we want to make things better. And we’ll try. We will try our damn hardest, because you deserve it.” That came out better than he thought it would. He swallowed as his fists balled up some of his red cape that hung around him. “So… we… we’ll see you soon.” He bowed his head to you.  

You were silent, you turned around and walked back to your place, sitting back down in front of your lamb who had sat up in wonder at what was going on. “Have fun killing humans while you’re gone. I hope it’s real successful.” You shot back at him, like an arrow piercing his chest. Bakugou’s face scrunched up, but he kept his head lowered. He felt emotions build up in his chest but he didn’t want to speak anymore, he was afraid that he would end up falling to his knees crying to you like a helpless kitten. Which essentially, was how he felt.  

He turned around silently and went towards his father. Masaru walked over to you before the two of them left. He placed a hand on your shoulder with a soft look. You looked up at him. Masaru shook his head, trying to encourage you to say something else. You knew what you said was harsh and it wouldn’t solve anything. But you wanted to be petty. You looked back to Bakugou and sighed. “Find me a bell.” You said loud enough. Bakugou stiffened in place, his back facing you. His head raised slightly at the sound of your voice. “I want one for my lamb.” You told him. 

Bakugou turned back to you but you were looking down at the lamb. Masaru gave you a soft smile, before letting go of you and walking over to his son. Bakugou felt, for the first time in weeks, a glimmer of hope. He nodded his head stupidly. “Of course.” 

Bakugou wasn’t sure how it all went wrong. He wasn’t sure how it happened, but now they were losing. Badly. It was almost as if someone had told them that they would have been there. The village was in flames, smoke contrasting against the dark night sky, and yet there wasn’t any joyous shouts from barbarians and bodies weren’t littering the streets in a beautiful array of carnage. Barbarians fought against knights of the Todoroki Kingdom. Hundreds of them swarming all of the barbarian armies. Bakugou was shocked. He was surprised. He was confused. 

With his sword in hand, he cut through knights and their steel armour with vengeance and intent. This was supposed to be an easy raid. One that would leave them all satisfied, yet here there were, tens of barbarians down. Bakugou grabbed a knight, throwing him down to the ground and growling down at him. He pushed his sword inside him, ending his life. Bakugou looked up to the sky. “Eijiro!” He shouted into the air.  

A dragon cry went into the air from not too far away. It was one of pain and anger. Instantly Bakugou was on alert. He pulled his sword out from the body he was stepping on, he ran towards the sound of one of his soulmates. His heart was beating out of his chest in worry. He ran as fast as he could, jumping over dead bodies and slicing his way through knights. He had to get to him.  

Bakugou’s eyes caught on the red scaled beast. His heart leapt out of his chest. Kirishima was being muzzled in his hybrid form, five knights holding him down and trying to restrain him. Bakugou felt anger bubble under his skin. The thought of disgusting human knights touching his and your soulmate making him see red. “Eijiro!”  

Right before he could run towards him, “Katsuki!” Suddenly Bakugou was pushed out the way, his body being pushed forward faster than he thought. Bakugou looked back and there was his mother, pushing him out of the way of an arrow. Her eyes wide with her pupils small in fear. Both Bakugou's went stumbling onto the hard dirt ground.  

Bakugou pushed off the ground, clutching his right arm that he landed on. He looked in front of himself to see his mother lying on her back, an arrow in her chest. Bakugou felt his heart leave his body. “Hag…” He quickly scrambled over to her. He pulled her into his arms as she hissed in pain. The arrow firmly stuck in the middle of her chest. Blood stained her chest, dribbling out of her. Her breathing rapidly increased as blood started coming from her mouth. She coughed, red tainting her lips. Bakugou looked down at her frantic. “Mother.” When last had he called her that. “Mother, get up.” He shook her.  

Mitsuki let out a smile as she looked up at her son. “Katsuki, you brat, I’m fi-” A cough interrupted her, making her face scrunch up in pain. More blood came out of her mouth, matching the red of her eyes.  

“What a shame.” Bakugou growled as he looked up from his mother, protectively. Walking towards him was someone he didn’t expect to see so soon. A smirk was on his face as he looked down at the two blonds. “I didn’t expect that to happen.”  

Bakugou glared with hatred in his eyes. “ Deku. ” 

A maniacal giggle left the green haired individual. His eyes glinted down at Bakugou with satisfaction in seeing the worry in his eyes. “ Kacchan .” He greeted back. He tilted his head to the side as he looked down at Bakugou and his mother. His waist jacket was tight around his waist extenuating his broad chest. “Hm.” He put a hand to his chin. “When I told them to shoot at Bakugou, maybe I should have been specific.” 

Bakugou felt the burning bubbling rage inside him increase at what Midoriya had just said. He opened his mouth to shout profanities at the green haired man when he felt his mother cough more intensely, more blood coming out of her than staying inside her. Bakugou looked back down at her terrified. He didn’t know what to do. For the first time in his life, panic settled into his bones for his mother’s life. Clear exhaustion hitting her. Bakugou helped her sit up more.  

He looked up to a spectating Midoriya who was looking down at him with interest. “Deku, you bastard, help her!” He shouted up at him. 

Midoriya tilted his head to the side. His face scrunched up in slight insult and anger. “Oh, like how you ‘helped’ my mother?” He asked with eyes filled with void and emptiness. Bakugou froze at that heavy fact. Years ago, in one unlucky raid that claimed a rare and loving soul, Bakugou could have done something. It was as if his sins were catching up to him. Yet, Bakugou knew there was no stopping the hoard then. He looked up at Midoriya with a broken expression but it didn’t phase Midoriya at all. Midoriya shrugged. “It doesn’t even if I did do something…” Midoriya motioned down to Mitsuki who was now gasping for air. “She’ll be dead soon.” He spoke truthfully. 

Bakugou grabbed his mother’s hand, choosing to ignore Midoriya. He shook his head as he looked down at his mother, keeping her wavering gaze of red on his. He tightened his larger hand on her smaller one. Dried blood and dirt speckled their hands. “Stay awake, okay? You’ve survived worse wounds. Come on, you damn old hag!” He whisper shouted at her, his face contorting between anger and breaking into a sob. 

Mitsuki sent up a sad smile as thick heavy crimson spilled form her mouth. She tried to tighten her hold on his hand but she felt too weak to do so. Even in her state, her energy depleting and her strength fading, she still looked strong as she looked up at her son seriously. She opened her mouth to speak but quickly closed it again to stifle an involuntary cough. She tightened her hand over her son’s. She looked up at him once more, red eyes dulling of the fire that was dwindling from behind them. Bakugou leaned closer to hear what she had to say. “I... I’ll see you amongst the stars, my son.” She whispered 

Bakugou felt his world pause as he was suddenly yanked away from his dying mother. His hands tied around his back with piece of cloth covering the bottom half of his face to drug him. Bakugou struggled, pushing and pulling trying to get to his mother who stayed on the floor not too far away from him. He cried out to her, tears coming to his eyes as his lungs burned with the need for oxygen. He couldn’t care about the rope that was digging into his skin, the knights trying to hold him down into submission, not when all he could see was his mother.  

He couldn’t stop it. He couldn’t stop his weak body from gasping for air, inhaling as his vision went dark. Wishing that he could just be with her.  

Midoriya frowned as he looked over at a now passed out Bakugou and Kirishima. He looked down at Mitsuki Bakugou, with a tough heart, he bent down and picked her up easily. He held her and watched her as she slowly closed her eyes her heartbeat slowing and so was her breathing becoming more laboured. Midoriya turned around and walked over to the edge of the human village, passing dead barbarians and knights, passing fire ladened homes and cinders. He walked until he just barely entered the surrounding woods. Mitsuki had stopped breathing at this time.  

He carefully went down on one knee, placing her down in the soft grass. Making sure her eyes were closed, he slipped her cape off her shoulders. He settled it on top of her body, letting her rest underneath it. Midoriya sat back up on his knees, closing his eyes with his head down.  

“May the heavens open up to allow you amongst the stars.” He whispered. A hand over where her forehead would be. He had too much respect for her to leave her back amongst the concluding chaos.  

With a final bow, he stood up and looked up. He knew that they were watching. And he let them. He wanted them to find her body and to take it back. It was the least he could do for his mother’s old friend. He turned around and left, hands in his pockets and wind blowing his hair to the side.  

The forest was silent, nothing but the sound of the wind and rustle of leaves. 

Masaru gasped as he clutched at his heart. A strike of pain ran through his chest, and it felt as if for a few seconds his heart had stopped. He stumbled back against the table, his feet nearly giving out underneath him. 

“Uncle Masaru!” You exclaimed loudly as you rushed to his side, holding him by his arm. 

Masaru, however, couldn’t hear you. His heart felt heavy. Unbelievably heavy. He felt as though even breathing was now a chore. He couldn’t understand it. Why was he feeling such heaviness and pain that he had in his chest. Suddenly he felt a chill go down his spine. Her name left his lips before he even knew that she was the reason. “Mitsuki.” He whispered his wife’s name like a ghost on his lips. He looked over to the horizon, even though he couldn’t see the coastline, he could feel as though something was heading their way.  

“...saru...asaru... Uncle Masaru.” He finally looked to you. You looked over at you, finally shaken from his trance. You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked up at him worried. Your eyes looking into his brown ones. “Are you alright?” 

Masaru turned his head back to look into the darkness. His eyebrows furrowed in worry as he adjusted his glasses. “Mitsuki.” He whispered worriedly. You looked up at him questioningly. “Something... something is wrong with my wife.” He stepped closer to the banister of the pavilion. His breathing increased once he realised, he couldn’t feel her heartbeat alongside his own. He felt lonely. He didn’t understand why. “I... I need... Where’s Mitsuki? Where’s my wife?” He asked as he started to make his way to the steps of the pavilion. You quickly followed him as he pushed past people and quickly scrambled down the steps. Panic settling into his bones in fear. Mitsuki. Mitsuki. Mitsuki... Her name repeated itself in his head repeatedly. It was overwhelming him, pounding in his head louder than any drum or dragon screech could.  

“Masaru!” You along with Sero who had followed after seeing you follow the oldest Bakugou off the Pavillion into the darkness of the dirt road. You both managed to grab him before he could reach to far and possibly reach the woods. You both held onto one of his arms. “They’re coming back. They’ll be back.” You tried to convince him. It was true to you. You knew they were coming back.  

Sero nodded his head as he kept his feet firmly planted on the ground. “Yah, they’ll be back in a few hours.” He reminded him.  

Masaru stopped struggling as he looked up at the sky. He felt wind hit his face, brown tufts of hair moving in the wind out of his face. He wasn’t convinced but he would stop. He would just have to wait.  

Wait for the worst news to hit him.  

“They’re back!”  

Masaru instantly whipped his head to the voice, standing up from the seat on the stairs of the pavilion. You stood up alongside him, with Sero and Jirou. You watched the wind increase as a huge grey dragon settled in by the entrance of the village. However, you noticed the lack of a huge black dragon with scales that would have glinted red in the sunlight. Your eyebrows furrowed worried. With the absence of the red dragon would also be the absence of the blond rider that rode atop of him.  

Both you and Masaru leapt off the pavilion down to the ground. You both ran towards the entrance of the village, passing people. Something wasn’t right. You could feel it in the bottom of your stomach and so could Masaru. The two of you passed by people, leaping over small children and obstacles trying to get there as fast as possible.  

You had never seen Masaru run as fast as he did now, nor have you ever seen such a worried expression on his face. Reaching the clearing, you both skid to a stop. You saw as Tetsu in his dragon form lowered a bundle wrapped in a red cape onto the ground delicately. Sitting atop of him was Hikari Kaminari. She slid down from Tetsu’s head. Her face unreadable. She landed on the ground but stumbled due to her injuries. Quickly, people came to her assistance. They threw her arms wide to hold her up.  

They carried her, trying to take her back into the village. Hikaru caught a glimpse of Masaru and told them to stop near him. She looked to Masaru with a broken expression.  

Masaru looked to her worried, taking a step forward. “Hikari, are you alright? Where’s Katsuki and Eijiro? Wheres my-”  

“Masaru...” She whispered. She looked down in defeat she closed her eyes, her thick  vibrant yellow hair falling to her shoulders. “Todorokis… They took most of them, including Katsuki and Eijiro.” She reported to him making everyone who could hear freeze. Your face instantly fell knowing that your soul mates were being held captive on the mainland. Before Masaru could say anything more he saw the tears that were now running down her face in defeat. “I’m sorry.” She whispered as she looked back at the body that was placed in the grass. Blond hair sticking out from the protective cover of the cape.  

Masaru’s gaze went down to the ground. He felt his blood run cold. For a moment he couldn’t breathe. His heart stopped and his eyes were wide. For a brief moment, there was silence. Heavy unbridled silence that surrounded the whole area. Masaru burst forward, sliding on his denim covered knees to the body on the ground. “Mitsuki!” He cried out. He moved the Cape to look down at her. Then when he truly froze.  

Laying on her cape, pale and unresponsive was Mitsuki Bakugou. It was his wife. Her face peaceful, a few sploshes of dried blood by her mouth and on her cheeks. The arrow that was the cause of her death now was placed on her chest, held in her hands. 

For the first time in Masaru’s entire life, he felt his heart crack. His heart felt empty and the only thing he could fathom of feeling was pure unbridled pain. 

It was silent. 

Terrifyingly silent. 

The air was so heavy with realization and loss. 

Then you heard a gasp. Masaru held a hand to his mouth, trying to keep himself from crying out at the pure agony in his chest. The pain of losing his soulmate was unbearable. Then you heard the muffled screams, tears fell down his face, hot and never ending, he dropped his head against his wife praying it all just a nightmare. His body shook as sobs left him. Nothing, nothing in his life had ever been more painful. It was as if someone was trying to tear his heart out from his chest, as if his whole being was being split into two. 

He couldn’t hold it in anymore. Holding his wife’s cold lifeless hand, the fire inside her dwindled and snuffed out... 

And for the first time in his life, Masaru screamed. 

You stayed with him. You stood by his side for hours. You stayed until he couldn’t cry anymore, until he couldn’t produce any more tears to shed. You stayed until his throat was raw and all he could do was hold his wife’s hand. You stayed by his side until Takeo and Yua came. 

Takeo walked over to the both of you. He crouched his big form next to Masaru, a broken expression on his face. He placed a hand on his best friends back. He shook him gently. “Masaru…” He spoke lowly. 

Yua stood behind the three of you, the sight of her close friend now passed on hurt too much to get too close. They had come back with Tetsutestu who stood next to his aunt supportively. 

Takeo shook Masaru again. “Masaru…” Slowly, painfully, Masaru looked over to Takeo. His cheeks puffy and pink, his eyes red and his glasses having remnants of his tears on them. He looked hollow. Nothing but the shell of a man he was yesterday. Takeo hated seeing him like this. “Come on, my friend. Let’s get you to bed.” Masaru slowly turned his head to look to his wife. Almost as if he was worried to leave her alone. Takeo glanced over at Mitsuki’s body and then back to Masaru. “We’ll take her with us. Preserve her until Katsuki comes back.” He spoke honestly. 

It took a long moment before Takeo got any sort of response from Masaru. The brunette nodded his head, the only energy he had in that. Takeo helped him up to stand, his footing shaky. 

You stood up alongside them, Masaru looked to you. His eyes almost lifeless yet you could see the concern behind them. You held his hand, tightly. “I’ll find them. I’ll bring them back.” You said determined and serious. 

Masaru nodded his head, his shoulders dropping in relief. Knowing that you were going to bring back his son and Kirishima reassured him enough. Masaru raised his head he tried to take a step but then suddenly he couldn’t stand anymore. His mind blank and his body just as empty. You saw him start to fall. Takeo’s eyes shot wide open as he rushed to catch him. “Masaru!” He caught him just in time in his arms. The smaller brunette now lying unconscious in the dragon's arms. Takeo looked down at him worried. He tightened his grip on Masaru, holding him close to his chest to stay warm. “I’m here, ‘Saru. I’m here.” He spoke quietly. Takeo straightened up and held him firmly. He looked to Yua.  

Yua nodded and motioned to Tetsu towards Mitsuki’s body. You stepped to the side and walked over to Yua. You stood next to her, watching as Tetsu covered Mitsuki’s body as much as he could with her red cape and lifted her body up into his arms effortlessly. “Where are you taking her?” You asked her quietly.  

The redhead gave you a sad smile as she kept her eyes on Tetsu. “We’ll take her back up the mountain to keep her preserved until Katsuki comes back and then we can have the funeral.” She reported to you.  

You turned to her slightly confused about the whole preservation part but you assumed it was some ancient dragon tradition or magic you were yet to learn. You nodded your head for a brief moment before turning your attention back to her. “Why do we have to wait for Katsuki?” You asked. 

Yua finally looked at you, her golden hazel draconic eyes looking at you softly like they always did. It was if a motherly spirit just radiated off of her. Even though she was shorter than you, she held a sort of awe presence that made you feel small. “The Bakugou’s are one of the only families that can send barbarians back to the sky after their death. With Mitsuki gone, we can only wait for Katsuki to do so.” She revealed to you. “In the meantime,...” She sighed as her shoulders dropped as she watched her soulmate hold Masaru in his arms and wait for her by the edge of the village, Tetsu walking past him back into the woods. “We’ll keep an eye on Masaru. He’ll be safe with us.” She promised with a small. “You must go.” She placed a hand on your shoulder. “Go and figure out how to get Katsuki and Eijiro back. Bring back our sons and all those that were taken with them.” She looked up at you seriously. “Bring them back to us, so that we may mourn and celebrate the lives lost.”  

You nodded your head obediently. “I’ll do my best.” 

She gave you another soft smile. She moved her hands up to your face, her hands surprisingly soft. The fond look on her face reminded you of her son. The soft look in her eyes that could only be from the Kirishima family and the small smile that made you feel as though you were the centre of the world. “I know dear...” She told you. She reached up and placed her forehead against yours. “You have a fire inside you that blazes so brightly. Set it free.” She whispered. You closed your eyes at the intimacy off the moment. She placed a kiss to your cheek and smiled, letting go of you. She waved as she walked to the direction of her soulmate. “I’ll see you very soon dear.” She prophesised, leaving you standing alone.  

-Glitch1d

YALL this thing is on AO3. it gets updated on AO3 and is currently at chapter 9. GO THERE. Its better than waiting for me to remember to post this.

Taglist: @aceredhairliberal @alligator-person @eijiandkatspebble

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #barbarian king bakugou katsuki #barbarian bakugo x reader #barbarian bakugou x reader #barbarian bakugou #kirishima x reader #dragon kirishima eijiro #dragon kirishima x reader #kiribaku x reader #poly kiribaku x reader #kiribaku x y/n #mha fantasy au #katsuki bakugo x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader

[no-see-um-incorrect]

I am babysitting my nephew at the moment SOooOOO. My favorite redacted boys babysitting (i’m so bored plz help)

Guy🍕

This weekend‘s gift is up first 

He gives me older brother’s best friend energy.

He’s the guy(literally) that gives the kid a controller that’s not plugged in, so they feel included.

He comes over and brings a pizza and candy for the kids (and him. be honest)

he’ll make up some ridiculous elaborate game that the kids love.

His silly personality helps when a kid is crying or upset 

He would never volunteer to babysit, but if you ask him, he’ll say yes.

Overall guy is a very trustworthy babysitter 

David🐺

He’s the alpha he’s used to dealing with childish adults, so you’d think children would be a piece of cake.

kids are scared of him, Babies love him, toddlers are his worst enemy.

They know no rules 

They know no weakness 

They smell fear 

Asher and Angel find it hilarious. Because Asher knows how secretly terrified David is of toddlers. Angel just finds it funny. 

Overall, yes, you can trust your alpha with your children BUT  it will take some emotional sacrifice on his part 

Asher🐾 

Asher can handle kids in a controlled environment. Like he can hang out with the children of the pack. but he starts getting awkward after too long. 

“BaAaAbe one of them started crying…. whatdoIdooo!”

“is he hungry?,thirsty? What does it want?!”

 it slowly morphs into chaos as the night progresses 

Overall, Asher definitely isn’t the first choice for a babysitter but as long as he has babe’s assistance, he’s definitely not the last

Milo💥

This man. He would be a good dad. 

He would be a great babysitter, amazing……..He would be a really good dad. Our feisty werewolf Boi loves kids. 

“Give um here ash…hey little buddy~….🎶hmmm🎵HmmM🎶mmmhmmm🎵” *Lullaby continues*

(Ima cry I love him so much)

“OH. I know me and sweetheart’s kid would kick your kids ASS ASH!” (this happened)

Sweetheart didn’t even know he was good with kids until their first solstice together. And seeing him with the pack kids. 

Overall, 100% Milo is the first to go to for a babysitter 

Caelum🍪 & Gavin😈

I’m pairing these two together because it would be a not great idea… to leave caelum unsupervised with a small child. they will either achieve world domination OR caelum will end up having a breakdown because of the roller coaster that is child emotions.

Gavin is there to achieve balance 

Caelum is the entertainer. Gavin is the caretaker. 

“Ok buddy. Can you handle the little one well, I make their bottle?”

“Yup! Yup! You got it Gav!”

*Proceeds to play patty cake for 20 minutes*

Both the little one and caelum end up, falling asleep by the end of the night.

Yes, overall awesome babysitting duo 

Sam

Sam was my first vampire boi I listened to  so when he referred to the newly turned vamps as “newborns”

…….I thought he was a Dilf vampire……

That being said, I think Sam would be really good with kids. He’s very patient very soft and very calm…. and very tolerant. ALSO. Kids are very accident prone. Sam being good at healing will come in handy. 

: take them on car rides to get them to sleep 

: I feel like the little ones would be fascinated by his fangs

: Darlin comes home and he’s just got a baby asleep on his chest 

he’s not the first one you’d think of one, thinking of a babysitter, but he knows what he’s doing 

Forgive me if these are stupid, I am pretty tired and my glasses are. Say it with me 👏STILL BROKEN👏





#writing #incorrect quotes #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted headcanons #redacted incorrect quotes #redacted milo #redacted sam #redacted david #redacted Asher #redacted gavin #redacted caelum #redacted guy #these are just my personal opinion #be nice

[castawaycat]

The Tales of a Little Tiger: Chapter 18- Home Seems So Far Away

Summary: Both Wanda's come to a conclusion on how to get you home, but it seems so far out of reach.

Vision let out an exhausted sigh as he walked out of the boys’ bedroom. He didn’t know how his wife was going to locate where you and America came from.

He gave a small smile to his wife who looked just as exhausted and puzzled as he did. “What a night, huh? Are the girls settled?”

Wanda nodded her head as she walked into her husband's open arms and placed her head on his chest. “America fell asleep on the couch and the little one is fast asleep in the crib. Vision, what are we going to do? It’s odd but the baby seems to know who I am.”

Vision's eyes grew big at Wanda’s statement. “Honey, do you think it’s possible she belongs to a version of yourself in an alternate timeline?”

Wanda gasped as she pulled away as the thought processed. “Vision, my love you’re a genius! Oh, but I don’t know how I would get in contact or find the right Wanda. I’d have to use chaos magic… and I just don’t like what it does to me.” Wanda said as she felt conflicted emotions arise.

“Honey, let’s head to bed. We can figure things out in the morning.” Vision said as he led his wife to the bedroom.

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“Is it possible Y/n is in an alternate timeline?” Carol asked the team of Avengers who were tirelessly trying to locate you.

It took a few minutes for Wanda to process what Carol was proposing to the team. “It’s possible. Y/n has powers but the portal that took her felt different. It didn’t feel like Y/n’s powers that whisked her away.”

Nat stood up and began to pace, “if y/n is on another timeline how the fuck are we going to locate her?” She half shouted as she began to pace even faster. She felt so helpless as she looked at her team who were all worried about her, Wanda, and you. “I’m sorry. I just… I just want to find our little Tiger.”

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Billy and Tommy sat at the kitchen table rubbing their tired eyes.

“Babies are so loud.” Billy said as he let out a loud groan.

Tommy groaned as well, as he put his head in his hands.

America looked just as tired as everyone else. The only one who seemed well rested was you.

You babbled happily when Wanda clipped you into the high chair. You ate the cereal puffs and scrambled eggs that she placed on the tray in front of you.

“Mama!” You squealed as you kicked your feet and stuffed your face.

“We’re going to find your mama, little one.” Vision said as he talked to you. He found you absolutely adorable even though you had woken up several times in the night crying to be fed.

The kids ate their breakfast as they watched cartoons from the living room tv. You babbled happily as you ate your food. Mealtimes always made you happy now that you were fully a little.

Wanda placed a sippy cup full of apple juice and placed it in front of you. “Here, little one. Are you thirsty?” She asked as she watched you drink happily.

Your eyes lit up as you tasted the sweet juice. Your real mama’s didn’t let you normally drink sugary drinks very often. If they did give it to you they normally filled your cup with water as well. You drank your juice so fast that you started to choke a little. Tears began to form as you started to cough.

“Slow down, little one.” Vision said as he saw you sucking down the juice. He moved quickly when he heard you begin to cough. You began to cry as you felt the juice go down the wrong pipe and you found it hard to breathe. Vision patted your back and spoke softly to you.

“It’s alright. You’re okay.” Vision said as he gently swayed back and forth once you had caught your breath.

Wanda felt scared when she heard you begin to cough but felt reassured when her husband jumped into action. She remembered when the boys were toddlers and had a habit of putting things in their mouths. “Is she alright, Vision?”

You laid your head on Vision's chest and let out a shaky sigh as you sniffled. You felt safe in his arms. It was a different type of safety you normally felt with your mama’s. It reminded you of when your uncle Clint or Tony held you.

“She’s perfectly fine. I think she just got excited when she got a taste of the apple juice. Her mama must not give her sweets very often.” He said as continued to gently rub your back.

The kids had all watched you choke and they looked relieved as they saw you relax in Vision’s arms. America walked up to you and patted your back gently as well. “I’m glad she will be okay. Have you found out how to get her back to her family?” America asked.

Wanda bit her lip nervously as she nodded her head. She looked at her boys, “boys why don’t you go give Sparky a walk? It’s about time he has one.” She told more than asked the boys. She didn’t want them to hear about chaotic magic.

Tommy and Billy both groaned as their shoulders dropped, “but mom… we want to hear how you and dad are going to find their parents.” Tommy argued.

“Boys, listen to your mother. Go on and walk Sparkly.” Vision said firmly.

Both boys crossed their arms in defeat and obeyed their parents as they grabbed Sparkly’s leash and walked out the front door.

America turned to face Vision and Wanda, “it’s not going to be easy finding her parents is it?”

Wanda let out a defeated sigh as she sat in front of America, “no, it’s not going to be easy. We think that you and her come from alternate timelines. In order to find the right one I will have to use chaos magic.”

“Is chaos magic bad?” America asked. “It isn’t always bad; but it can be. I don’t like how it makes me feel or who it turns me into; but I’m going to try to find her parents. Speaking of which, what about your parents?” Wanda asked after she explained the details of chaos magic.

America’s head hung low and for the first time she felt tears trickle down her face. “They’re gone. My home. My planet. My mom’s. Everything is gone.” Sobs erupted past her lips as she allowed herself to grieve.

Wanda moved quickly to pull the young girl into her arms. Wanda didn’t know what to say or how to respond. When her parents had died, the words of strangers never gave her any condolences. Sometimes it was just better to hold someone and offer them comfort.

Vision looked down at you asleep in his arms and then looked sadly at America who was grieving in Wanda’s arms, “don’t worry my dears. We will figure things out.”

#wandanat x little reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #wandanat imagine #little reader #marvel imagine #natasha imagine #wanda maximoff

[blazinghotfoggynights]

I hope the 9-1-1 TPTB bring the drama.

There. I said it. I want to see angst, struggling, emotional turmoil, crying, maybe a few holes punched in the wall, again, screaming, arguing. Everything.

They have been freed from the conservative prison that is the you know what network. Why not go big or go home?

Now, some people will say read this and say I'm messy.

Okay. If you think that bothers me, good for you. (It doesn't. IRL, I am the most drama-free, non-confrontational person ever, but I like my entertainment to be a runaway rollercoaster. Don't keep it mentally stable and happy. So boring.)

I've been pretty open about wanting Buddie endgame. But we don't have to take the romantic, sweet, easy route. We can go offroad, turn on the 4x4, and hit the bumps full speed.

So, if Minear and crew (or Oliver and Ryan *waves*) see this, let me throw some messy ideas your way. You want mayhem and chaos? Let's look for some!

Everything below can be supported by canon up to ep 7x5.

1- Have Eddie question why his romantic interactions with women are always forced, initiated or encouraged by someone else, and unfulfilling. Shannon pursued him. Ana was there and familiar. Marisol was there and familiar. Eddie never pursues women due to good old basic attraction. He falls into relationships with those who send him signals they like him and are kind of shameless and thirsty.

We have NEVER seen Eddie actually genuinely excited to go on a date or spend time with a woman. There was always some ulterior reason. He was trying to give Christopher the stable home he thought his son deserved, or Bobby gave some cryptic advice, or Buck said Natalia is the only person who sees him. Ahem.

But Eddie was was all smiles to go hang out with Tommy. The man was bouncing. Bouncing! And every time he has hung out with Buck, he's relaxed and happy. Ijs.

2- I want to remind you that you created the character of Tommy Kinard, so his canonical history is not fandom's ideas. *points to show writers* They did it!

Tommy is canonically a racist, misogynist dbag. (See Hen Begins.) Sure, you can say he did it to fit in, but that also makes him a hypocrite now. He was always the first to follow in the former captain's footsteps when harassing Hen. Tommy wasn't a kid. He knew what he was doing was totally wrong and chose to be racist, misogynist, and possibly homophobic. I mean, I see that you have Hen and Chim forgiving him, which is fodder for a whole different post on retconning, backtracking, the forgiveness from minorities trope etc, but I digress.

I have always lived by the rule that when people show me who they are, I believe them. If you wanted to refer back to past Tommy Kinard, you could make him a total dbag.

It was obvious in 7x3 Tommy was not into Buck. At all. He didn't acknowledge Buck at all until Buck grabbed him. He barely spared Buck a glance when Buck grabbed his arm, pushing Buck's hand away, then looking back toward the direction Eddie exit the scene. That man was blinded by Eddie, who, see number 1, didn't give him the time of day. You could build on that and bring massive amounts of drama and pain.

3- If you really want to blow minds, have fandom go into a collective meltdown, be edgy, and create a storyline that would open the doors to all the main characters being involved, new bonds being cemented between characters who rarely interact, and serious emotional wreckage... just hear me out..

Give us an infidelity arc.

There are multiple options for this one. Some are pretty straightforward and relatively tame, such as Eddie and Buck realizing they are completely in love with each other and kissing, and some are just this side of being banished to Skinimax and HBHo, such as uncovering hidden facts that are scandalous, lying, and intentionally misleading others for your own purposes.

Those ideas could lead to enough material for seasons 8, 9, AND 10 if done properly. 😂 Certain watchdog groups and politicians will condemn you, but smart people don't like them anyway.

Fandom, what say you?

If you have an idea not up there, don't be shy about posting it in a response.

P.S.- I will not apologize for loving messiness. If others didn't enjoy watching messy situations, reality TV would not exist. So, I am not alone.

#9 1 1 buddie #buddie #buck x eddie #buddie 911 #eddie diaz x evan buckley #eddie x buck #evan buckley #evan buckley x eddie diaz #eddie diaz #buck buckley #evan buck buckley

[deltadex]

(Be prepared, this is a brain dump)

I can't stop thinking about the fact that the emotional turmoil is going to be through the roof next season, especially for Vi and Caitlyn. During their struggle to de-escalate the war they've found themselves in, the mini-battles taking place in the back of their minds will be just as alive.

It only hit me now how much Caitlyn has been through in such a short time. She survived two explosions, witnessed many of her work colleagues die (which I assume is the first time she has experienced death), was taken hostage twice (first by Ekko then Jinx), and had her life threatened several times (e.g. held at gunpoint). I imagine it's still to hit her too...

And then there's the chance her mother won't survive the attack on the council, which will leave her devastated, if not in denial. The fact that it's caused by Vi's sister only makes this more complex and difficult to accept. The same person Caitlyn let Vi go after on the bridge, the same person she didn't want to sell out to the council, and the same person she chose not to incapacitate at the tea party. I don't think Caitlyn is going to become driven by revenge and try to kill Jinx, but I can definitely see her lose her cool.

Meeting Vi and getting to see the Undercity somehow became both a blessing and a curse, and I think it's possible she'll act upon the frustration caused by the circumstances they find themselves in. Thinking about this now it doesn't seem so unrealistic that we will see a Caitvi interaction "we'll probably hate" (e.g. Caitlyn lashing out at Vi. Nevertheless, I think she'll realise pretty soon afterwards that Vi isn't to blame for the mess their in).

Next season is where Caitlyn's character arc is really going to gain traction and I'm excited (and frankly scared) to see "a different side of her".

Vi also has her own struggles leading into season 2. She'll still be reeling from seeing her sister choose to walk away from her. The hope of "getting Powder back", the only thing on her mind for the past seven years, was shattered in an instant. On top of all this there's the huge possibility of Warwick (AKA Vander) being thrown into the mix. Finding out Vander is alive will rock Vi to her core and add to the barrage of emotions she won't have the time to feel.

(Sidenote: There's so much chaos going on already with the war and now there's possibly gonna be a blood-thirsty werewolf-man on the loose too? What a curveball! )

Besides Caitlyn and Vi's individual struggles, there's also the unresolved tension between them after the "Oil and water" scene. They don't quite know where they stand with each other, and I'm really curious to see how soon they'll address it.

Then there's the fact that Caitlyn probably overheard everything at Jinx's tea party before she was wheeled in, and just thought: "You were right Vi. I don't know anything about you." Up to this point she knew very little about Vi's past, and she still doesn't have the full picture.

Caitlyn is inquisitive, sometimes to a fault (e.g. "How do you not know if your sister is alive or dead?" "What, you don't have parents?"), and I wouldn't be surprised if she wanted some answers after everything she just heard. And even if Vi would rather forget about the past and avoid talking about it, Warwick is going to arrive and open up those old wounds. When she recognizes him, she's going to be distressed and Caitlyn's going to want to know why. This could lead to some heated conversations, especially if Vi is reluctant to share and Caitlyn is insistent on asking questions.

At this point, everything is happening at such a fast pace that they won't have the opportunity to have the heart-to-hearts (and mental breakdowns) they so desperately need. In some ways, their internal struggles are just as difficult to address as their external ones, and once they're able to reinstill peace in their world, they'll have no choice but to face them (you could only hope Arcane will be kind to us and have them crying in each other's arms by the end of the season)

There's this simple, great quote from Helen LaKelly Hunt: "Conflict is growth trying to happen", which is a really positive way to see Caitlyn and Vi's situation. I'm optimistic that if they overcome these challenges, they will not only grow as individuals, but will end up with a relationship that's stronger than they ever imagined.

Anyway, thanks for reading my brain dump ❤

#arcane shows that romance isn't just sugar and spice and everything nice #gotta commend them for that #the potential conflict is staggering and it hurts to think about #season 2 is going to be so much darker #I'm conflicted about whether i want it now or not #i will not be prepared for the emotional damage lol #arcane #vi arcane #caitlyn kiramman #caitvi #arcane season 2 speculation

[serenefify]

Synopsis: Ppyong couldn't understand why'd you wanted to stay on the water so much

{{What in 'hell' is bad?}} Pair: Ppyong/reader

{{Potential}} Trigger Warning: Distinct implication of mental Breakdown, Religious/Biblical reference, OCC

🎗️ Author's note: BlackpearlcookieBlackpearlcookieBlackpearlcookie-

For an insignificant deity?! Have he lost his mind?! And to even INQUIRE whether you still care for a liar who can't even VALUE a promise!

Your voice reverberates through the walls of the chamber, causing the fragments of the palace to fall as the air crackles with the intensity of its power. you clenched the Triton tightly as you restrain the intense fury that started seeping right through your crumbling mask.

Amidst the chaos, solomon stood unwavering. Despite facing the wrath of this beast that just rattled the very ground beneath his feet, turned the sea upside down and drowned thousands of sailors over the decades, he remained steadfast. "You're wrong" Meeting your furious gaze with a serene determination. Solomon stood on his ground with determination as he continued, "I may not be as powerful nor wise as you are, but I stand on my beliefs. Promise is the most powerful thing in this universe. Even more powerful than what you believe."

The beast halted for a fleeting moment. Its facade decays into something but the dark fog surrounds you make it ambiguous. You release a snarl, form pulsating and growing larger with dark energy till you almost tower your own place. Your rage reaches a fever pitch. what is this you're feeling...? This guilt, this yearning, this remorse.... W H A T D I D H E D O ?

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"Welcome to our magnificent kingdom, Descendant of Solomon. Eyy! Where the streets are adorned with vibrant colors and the joyful laughter filled the air. May you enjoy your time here with us, eyy!" Ppyong exclaimed proudly, puffing his chest with enthusiasm and pride as flies around the air

You suppress a snarl, determined to keep your emotions in check. as you opt to maintain the civility and simply nod, allowing the small demon to chatter freely. You submerge yourself in the water until only half of your head is visible above the surface. Bubbles occasionally rise up as you breathe.

"Descendant of Solomon, if I may ask,..." Ppyong's former enthusiasm fades as he gazes at you. "Why must you always remain in the water, e-eey...?" You didn't bat an eye as you maintain on your position without flinching. You explain that you find solace and comfort in the presence of water. The small demon looks perplexed and a little frustrated as he hovers at the edge of the pool. "But you've been here for hours now, eey! Wouldn't your skin become wrinkled?"

You remain unconcern by Ppyong's comment. The cold weight of the water continues to embrace you like a blanket as ppyong hovers closer, his tiny wings fluttering anxiously. "But surely you must be hungry or thirsty by now, eey?" he insists, his concern genuine despite his agitation. You shake your head for; no. Not appreciating his care and annoying persistence. As you inquired for him to go if he got nothing important to say.

The small demon seems to ponder your words for a moment before nodding slowly. "....I understand, eyy..." He. Sigh in defeat as he hangs his head low and starts flying towards the door.

With that, Ppyong retreats, leaving you once again to your tranquil sanctuary. You close your eyes, allowing the gentle embrace of the water to wash away any lingering doubts or worries. Your fin started to become visible as you splash around. The same goes for your scales and ears.

#🎗️.admin writing #what in “hell” is bad? #whb x reader #vicious pearl au

[heartshapedbubble]

Hello! I hope you are doing well!

Firstly,I wanted to praise your writing: It's so good omg 😭😭 You're feeding me fr

Secondly,I'd like to request platonic headcanons for Percy,Jack (I think you write for him?),Leo,Bane,Michiko and Nightmare/Orpheus (Feel free to remove any if that's too much for you!) with a child!reader who's like a very hyper jumping spider,able to climb on walls,jump really far and high,and who's just a very energetic child,running around and stuff? (Perhaps even have multiple arms?)

(this is my very first ask on any blog,so I'm sorry if I said or did something wrong with my ask!! 😭)

Have a very nice day,and stay proud!!!

HELLO!!! first of all, thank YOU for your support fr im giggling and kicking my feet rn😖💞

i decided to cut down your picks a liiiiittle bit so it's easier to handle - i've chosen jack, michiko, percy and leo ! otherwise very good character choices, they deserve sm more love than they actually get 🤧 so i picked out those that seemed the least popular to me or for which i haven't really written yet!!

jack, michiko, percy and leo with a hyper child reader hcs🎩🌸🧟‍♂️☄️

jack the ripper🎩

he's not the type to scold you! after all, his duty isn't oriented around kids, so he's way more relaxed and not strict at all

^which gets him a lot of complaints from michiko and the hunters whose duties ARE oriented around kids, as they consider him to be too carefree

you, of course, do not mind

chuckles and hums as he watches you jump from wall to wall, with only an occassional "watch where you're goin' , kid!"

literally the type to watch you set the manor on fire and just shake his head like "kids these days smh"

when (or better, if) you crash after your burst of energy, he's here to put you on his shoulders and carry you

michiko🌸

michi is very caring and motherly, but she, obviously, has her boundaries

always worried you might seriously hurt yourself as you partake in some classic tomfoolery (read: wreaking havoc upon the mere mortals of the manor) so she always keeps a first aid kit around

also keeps snacks and water by her side for when you get hungry/thirsty from all that jumping 😎

as much as she loves kids she CANNOT keep up with you, watching you jump for too long will give her motion sickness😭

just the mere thought of being that energetic makes her sweat

usually when she's taking care of you she just sits amidst the chaos you're causing and knits or something

percy🧟‍♂️

also not one of the hunters who takes care of kids

he spends most of his time in solace, working on his research and writing scripts

...so he's not fond of socialising in general, let alone babysitting

you might as well climb onto him like he's a tree and he wouldn't even flinch😭

as he's nonverbal (for the most part) he can't do much other than look over you and occasionally halt you from going overboard by tapping your hand or holding your shoulder

all that stems from good intentions, though. he doesn't want a child to get hurt and although it's hard for him to process emotions and empathy now, he knows that what he's doing is the right thing

leo beck☄️

has plenty of experience with kids!

even with his wounds and age he always tries his best to match your energy (even if he fails, it's the thought that counts ok ok ☹️☹️☹️☹️)

you wouldn't believe how FAST he is like damn those dad calves are getting put into use🫡 gets exhausted quite quickly but he won't give up just yet!

would 100% let you hang off of his arm !!!!

he would challenge you to races and take the loss like a champ he just wants to see you happy fr :(

some would think he goes too easy on the kids and spoils them but honestly, since he lost lisa, he wants to experience all things fatherhood and never, ever make a child upset ever again - like compensation for being a bad father in the past

#identity v #idv #idv headcanons #identity v headcanons #idv imagines #idv fanfic #idv scenarios #idv jack #identity v the ripper #idv the ripper #jack the ripper #jack idv #michiko idv #idv michiko #identity v michiko #idv geisha #geisha idv #identity v geisha #idv percy #identity v percy #idv undead #percy idv #idv leo #identity v leo #leo beck #idv hell ember #identity v hell ember #hell ember #identity v undead #michiko donnely

[themist-underground]

How do you think a villain bonnie would play out

Okay so I thought about it for a bit, and since I have a hard time seeing Canon Bonnie becoming a true vilain - not just a dark version of herself, I was stuck. I imagine that she could have a hard/cold exterior but at her core she would always have a kind heart.

But then I thought maybe if in her earlier life she had a cataclysmic event that pushed her to snap...

As you know there's many plot holes and normalized abuse in TVD, and so many things that make NO sense... Bonnie is the last Bennett of her line, she's so rare and precious, yet no one protects her. Its mentionned that the Bennetts are so rare and special too. They are said to be fiercely powerful and independent yet they cannot help but being stuck in lives of servitude and loneliness...All those qualities and yet that kills them...

In the show, the Bennetts ancient blood and magic are so sought after, and I thought of how Kai stabbed Bonnie to get her blood, so he could get out of the Prison World without her.

So maybe in this horror AU, humans and occults, vampires most likely, hunt certain witches to harvest their blood and store it, maybe even sell it?? They do it so much that they're this close of going extinct.

Difference is Bonnie is treated as a precious person, she grows up in a protected place and nobody hid that she was a witch from her, so she's able to learn witchcraft earlier.

That would be a great opportunity for Bonnie "the last born and most powerful of her line" to mean something.

She would go ape shit on the vampires who used her, her family and used and killed so many witches. She would have the means because of her power and smarts. Even better if her family and ancetors are allies.

Instead of her dumbass obligation as Mystic Falls protector, she would choose to be a Witch Protector. Her goal would be to stop the Bennett murders and free every witches from those shackles. She would become a vilain with a goal that the viewer or reader could agree with, even if the means she use are somewhat immoral (think using dark magic like expression, manipulation, torture and murder).

Canon Bonnie has the potential to be an unstoppable and feared force. For once, I want her to embrace chaos instead of submitting to it.

(start of mini rant) Okay this is also me being blood thirsty, because TVD made me resent vampires so much, I used to like them, but in TVD they are so selfish and immature ugh. It's like humans and other occults are just NPCs in their world?? 😣😣(rant over)

Second Plot: One other thing that would make Bonnie snap (IMO) is if she loses her friends. In the show, because they didn't care about our sweet Bon and probably to make it easier for the teenagers to get into occult messes, they wrote her as having almost no family and being neglected and then rapidly she becoming an orphan. Her circle of friends are her found family. It's the one thing that keeps her going. It's the one thing that ties her to Mystic Falls.**

(second mini rant) **Like why would she stay and protect a town that's so dangerous and hostile to her kind, where her ancestors and close parents died in awful ways?? Not to mention she, herself, also died there. Twice! Emily was a slave, and after being betrayed she burned at the stake, so she was criminaly burned alive in the same place her innocent ancestors were murdered, and yet centuries after Shiela decided that secrecy was the thing that was going to protect her kin? I love Grams but wtf?? talk about generational curse and trauma whaaat *tears* (second mini rant over)

Her friends are everything to her, I hate it but she would literally give her life for them.

If they profoundly betrayed her, to the point she could never forgive them, that would deeply change her, but that might also give her space and freedom to live her life away from Mystic Falls. Let her give in to those hard emotions, she's not allowed to feel in the show:

anger

rage

resentement

loneliness

frustration

grief

being repressed, etc...

After fighting with her ex-friends, she wouldn't be a vilain for long, she would just do nothing with them. So I'm not sure it would count as a vilian!Bonnie storyline. But sometimes when you're a people pleaser being selfish and choosing yourself is like a bad thing. Also everyone that isn't a vampire or Matt is the enemy in this show, so maybe being an independent "selfish" black witch would be the equivalent of a vilain to them? lol

Third plot: If someone killed all her friends, and if even with all the magic and spell she could cast, she would be helpless to bring them back, she would just snap. It would be so tragic because she would have lost everyone. She would move earth for them or to avenge them. I can imagine her being ovewhelmed and mad with grief and her power would react to it.

Imagine her with 100% untamed magic. Her power alone would be something to be feared and in awe of.

So that's my take so far. I did read really good fanfics about Bonnie being a vilain or a mean girl I wonder if it's maybe that's what you thought of, when asking your question.

What do you think?

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