#even if it means giving up his prowess and the power he gets from his reputation

[celaenaeiln]

Something fanon gets wrong

Dick Grayson is genuinely one of the greatest fighters in all of DC.

I know people have trouble believing this for some reason but a man who has defeated every single one of his enemies, other people’s enemies, and has consistently come out on top should have his abilities talked about a bit more because they’re amazing.

Let's start small to big. Firstly Donna talks about Nightwing's abilities.

When I read this I was confused by what she meant. Prowess means skill or expertise and that makes sense but Dick has a lot of power behind him though...

And then I realized she meant metaphysical power.

Dick isn't a magician. He can't run at supersonic speeds, throw buildings, speak to animals, communicate with the dark, fly above the clouds, bounce bullets off his chest (Oh, wait. He can do it off his ass instead never mind), turn into animals, or other amazing abilities. But his skill is so high that he is easily able to keep up with people who can.

M'gann, the white martian with extraordinary capabilities, tells Dick, "You are just a human, with no superpowers, yet you have consistently excelled throughout your career, despite being surrounded by godlike beings."

This is incredible.

We see Dick leading teams of superheroes and metas all the time and we take it for granted but we never acknowledge the immense power and skill he must have for him to be able to do this.

Repeatedly. Time after time. He outsmarts both his human allies and outfights his meta ones.

One of Dick’s greatest OP moments is when he takes down the entire Titans team -Gar, Raven, Donna, and Jason too when he hung around with them- single handedly. And when Jason put a gun to the back of his head in supposed victory, Dick opened his hand to let the golden bullets fall, gleaming in the light with the coldest line, “with these bullets?”

We all know how amazing Bruce is, but Dick is on Bruce's level.

No?

Okay, here's the evidence.

Dick has fought Azael in a sword fight to a standstill when Azael has beaten Bruce separately and Tim and Jason combined.

He has defeated Ra's in a sword fight and Ra's is one of the greatest swordsmen.

Sometimes he doesn't even need a sword to defeat a skilled swordsman.

He's a League of Assassins member and we all know that anyone from the League of Assassins is never just good. They're excellent. The entire fight Dick is looking for Blockbuster and he's so capable and good at fighting the entire scene was like watching Thanos flick Captain America away vibes. He's not even looking at him when he smashes his foot into Shrike's face!

Most importantly, he has defeated Deathstroke

The greatest thing about Dick is he is able to defeat Slade at the peak of Slade's abilities. Slade doesn't need to be weakened for Dick to win.

Here's where people has some hesitance accepting Dick's abilities.

"Bruce has defeated Slade but Dick has never been able to!"

He literally has in Dark Crisis but I'll give you the lead up.

Dick can easily disarm Slade.

He can predict Slade's moves ahead of time and properly counteract them.

He can go toe to toe with him and in one comic, they dance down a hallway, fighting, neither able to get the upper hand. The mercenary meta, considered by the US Government to be 1 of 2 greatest assassins (the other being Katana) isn't able to pin down and defeat a 20 year old despite his enhancements.

I left out the scene where Dick twisting Deathstroke's arm and smashing his face into a bedroom mirror despite being complete weaponless and in his civilian identity. No protection and no support. But it's another example of how Dick's poweress is much greater than people expect of him.

Of course there are panels where Dick has been defeated by Slade but Dick isn't 17/18 anymore. He isn't learning to fight without Batman hovering over his side.

Also there is a panel everyone references to when talking about Nigthwing losing to Deathstroke. This one.

sure. okay. whatever. BUT WHY WON'T YOU SHOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT COWARDS?!?

THEY DANCE-FIGHT LIKE THEY'RE ENEMIES IN A BALLROOM ON OPPOSING SIDES BUT CAN'T AFFORD TO LET ANYONE FIND OUT.

THIS IS SOME HIGH LEVEL JAMES BOND-RED NOTICE-MISSION IMPOSSIBLE- TYPE SHIT.

"Close the hold, you morons! Close the--Guuk!"

That's Slade talking by the way. To his allies. Who do you think made him "GUUK!"?

And here they were evenly matched.

But Slade had to pull out bombs he had been saving for when other people came in order to defeat dICK AND HE STILL LOST BECAUSE DICK BESTED HIM.

Yup. Dick is just that good.

Nightwing defeated Bane

Before you go into saying something like "it was a holographic construction." What the fuck difference does that make? Does a holographic construction alter the strength used by the enemy, change their fighting style, phase through when fighting, act dumber than the real deal? No, right? The fact is Dick broke Bane's back the exact same manner that Bane broke Batman's. All those scenes of Bane punching Nightwing around? Let me remind you that the guy snuck up on Dick. The second time Dick underestimated Bane's powers before getting ready to put in real effort before Batman interfered to take Bane for himself.

All those amazing scenes of him defeating enemies that we've scoffed at recently? They're just a continuation of what already is written. It's not new or unbelievable, it's expected.

Here's my final point. Dick has defeated all of the Justice League's enemies in one go.

This is Batman/Superman comic where Kara gets infected so Dick as Batman sends her to the medbay while he tears down the Watchtower to save her. As in every single defense mechanism the Watchtower has, he demolishes it with his pure skill and abilities. Furthermore, the Watchtower defenses were enhanced by cyborg Superman to be lethal. To kill on sight.

Just. Phenomenal.

He did it! He defeated all of them and made it to the electronic controls he was aiming for.

Another thing I want to point is Dick's strength is greater than what people assume it to be.

He's the world's greatest acrobrat and has a build fitting of that but the strength he packs in his body is equal to that of a meta. Maybe it's because of how he only fights with metas and has teammates that are all metas but he has raised his striking power to equal that.

He shatters cyborg superman in one blow.

He can handle blows from meta humans in a way most others can't which suggests to me that he must've done some kind of training or have maybe increased pain tolerance or have the ability to backseat the pain so it won't affect his fighting. How many can take a hit and rise up the next second?

He's not metahuman. Batman must've done several tests because he also was amazed by robin Dick's poweress lol but really Dick is just extraordinary. Give him any enemy and he will garaunteed defeat them without using cheap tricks or surprise moves which is why he is one of the greatest. The only time people have gotten an upperhand on him is when he has been emotionally weakened. Emotionally. Imagine the absolute monster he would be if he controlled his emotions like Batman.

But I would never want him to though because his emotions are the reason why he's the light of DC.

#dick grayson #nightwing #donna troy #m'gann m'orzz #shrike #dc bane #slade wilson #deathstroke #batman #kara danvers

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

I reread your tanjiro reader post and always wondered what would happen if it’s a Muichiro reader?

How would the Vise and dorm leader react if reader was known as a Young prodigy in Swordsmanship and is very rich?

Since Reader is has amnesia, she would always forget that she’s in another world but was always reminded by her loyal crow

Both the Dorm leaders and Vice Dorm leaders are a bit much

🖤🖤🖤

Muichiro Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

You’re doe-eyed, airheaded, painfully blunt, and a true sword prodigy. Always forgetting and wistfully floating by in life only really reacting to your memory’s deepest secrets. The only thing that keeps you grounded is the loyal crow that gives your missions. While you are as determined as you could be to return to your world the boys of Twisted Wonderland feel the exact opposite. You don’t have much of a will which makes it easier to instill their own: 

Trey Clover

“(Y/n)?!”

“...”

“(Y/n)?!”

“Hmm?”

“How long have you been like that?! All the blood’s going to rush to your head!”

His obsession festers from his worry

Taking that big brother role and watching out for your wandering self

But then he realizes its more when you in a rare moment of clarity speak your truth

Lighting the fire inside him 

And he can’t help but want to protect you

Even when he watches you slice at an entirely insane speeds 

He still feels the need to safeguard you

Even if it means keeping you in the dark about everything

Rook Hunt

“Mon amour brumeux! Please show me the prowess of your sword!”

“...”

“Oui, your beauty is shining even when you dream!”

You’re so lovely for him 

Not reacting to his open photography 

You don’t even protest when he swabs the insides of your cheeks

He’s brought to shivers at the thought of your immense power with a docile personality

In fact he’s never seen someone so skillfully dodge and reflect arrows without being angry

You’re just so perfect for him 

He’s determined to have you 

And he wonders will you fight when he takes you or just let him

Ruggie Bucci

“You’re so gullible! You’ve got to fight me if I take your food! Come on showing me your game face!” 

“You want me…to fight you?”

Shink

“Whoa whoa (Y/n) hold on!” 

He thinks your airy attitude is a breath of fresh air

But he realizes how easy it is to string you along

And he feels no one is better to do that then him 

Well guess he’s getting a lot more practice with ‘laugh with me’

Specifically in accidental injuries

Lilia Vanrouge

“Whoa (Y/n) you’re so skilled! Would you be willing to maybe spar with me?”

“No, I’m looking at the clouds.”

“Awww come on baby! Pleeeeaaasseee?”

He loves pestering you 

Because you don’t really react so it ends up bothering him instead

Ultimately he finds himself obsessed with knowing your inner workings

And when you say something insightful he feels his heart speed up and his cheeks flush with a feeling he hasn’t felt in ages

Won’t you give this dying fae his final wish and stay with him forever

Or maybe he’ll come with you–the greatest mystery he’s ever come across

Jamil Viper

“I sometimes think I could hypnotize you to do what I want…but you’re so flighty I doubt it would even work.”

“...Your hair looks like Kabumaru…”

“What?”

He thinks you’re the cutest 

Even when you expertly wield a sword

He wonders how knowledgeable you can be if he eliminated your chances to go home

If you stayed they’d be the perfect duo 

He’ll be your brains if your his muscle

Heck you can even leave the killing to him

Jade Leech

“Ah, I see you’re busy staring at the Monstro Lounge’s tank.”

“...”

“You seem to like fish.”

“...No, no I don't think I do.”

“Hmmm, how would you like to be one?”

Floyd’s nickname of JellyFish is accurate to him 

Especially when you show off your sword skills 

An almost mindless creature that has a sting

But he thinks you’re allure is like a mushroom

Possibly deadly but wonderfully gorgeous

Perfect for a terrarium tank of your own

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland ruggi bucci #yandere ruggie bucci #yandere ruggie #yandere ruggie bucchi #yandere ruggie twst #yandere ruggie x reader #yandere rook hunt #yandere rook hunt x reader #yandere jade leech #yandere jade x reader #yandere trey clover #yandere trey x reader #yandere tret clover #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere twst ruggie bucci #yandere lilia vanrouge #yandere lilia x reader #yandere lilia

[venus-haze]

Under My Skin (Black Noir x Reader)

Summary: Just when you think you don’t have a chance with Black Noir, an investor gala gives you a new opportunity to get under his skin.

Note: Gender neutral reader and no descriptors are used. This is based on an anonymous request and also the song I’ve Got You Under My Skin. I’m so glad I’ve finally gotten a chance to write for Black Noir! Pre-season 1 where you’re in The Seven. Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: None. Do not interact if you’re under 18.

The piece of paper on the table in front of you was mocking you. Black Noir had already won three out of the four tic-tac-toe matches you were silently engaged in during The Seven’s daily briefing, and with the way things were going, he was poised to win a fifth. With a huff, you drew a hopeless circle and silently slid it back to Noir.

“Nightowl,” Homelander said.

You looked up, bringing your attention to him. 

“Great work on the team-up with Noir the other night.”

Noir slid the paper back to you, his tic-tac-toe win marked with a clean line, but he’d also drawn a smiley face.

You smiled. “Anytime.”

Homelander continued on, and you only half paid attention, your focus increasingly on the man sitting beside you. Even before you joined The Seven, you admired Noir for his stealth and prowess, something you aspired to. Upon your first team-up, it was clear your powers, most effective at night, complimented his incredibly well. Plus, he seemed to like you from the start, which put you in Homelander’s good graces most of the time. 

Absentmindedly, you drew a little heart on the paper, feeling your face heat up when you saw Noir’s head turned toward you. He didn’t acknowledge the drawing, instead beginning a new game of tic-tac-toe. Embarrassment flooded your chest, blood rushing in your ears. You hoped he didn’t think you were being weird.

“Last thing…” Homelander said, reading off the agenda. “Oh yeah, investor gala this weekend.”

“Great, another ass-kissing convention,” Maeve mumbled.

“Can we make sure shrimp cocktail isn’t served this time?” The Deep asked. “I just feel like—“

Homelander’s jaw clenched. “Jesus Christ, do I look like a caterer, Deep? Am I carrying around a silver platter–”

After a few more moments of bickering, Homelander ended the meeting, not without everyone still grumbling under their breath about the gala. No one particularly liked schmoozing over rich assholes, but they made your lucrative paychecks possible, so it was a necessary evil. 

You and Noir hadn’t finished the last round of your game, but when he left, he took the paper with him. 

You sighed. You knew you had it bad for him, but it was tough to gauge his feelings for you when his face was constantly covered by his mask. Even when you blatantly flirted, he seemed unaffected by your advances toward him. Of course you’d fall for this mystery of a man, the epitome of cool, calm, and collected. Your endeavor was starting to feel hopeless.

“So, when are you gonna make a move on Noir?” Homelander asked, walking out of the meeting room with you. “And don’t give me that ‘we just work together’ bullshit. The tension’s so thick I could laser through it.”

“You can laser through anything.”

He rolled his eyes, a slight smile on his face. “Look, there’s only so long I can take the two of you making heart-eyes at each other. I mean, get a room.”

“He makes heart-eyes at me?” you asked softly.

“Yes, so do something about it already.”

“Maybe at the gala. Everyone’s there to see you, anyway.”

“That’s true. No one would really notice if you and Noir weren’t there,” he said, before giving you a slightly painful pat on the shoulder. “Well, except me if you’re loud enough.”

You gave him a pointed look. “Thanks, Homelander.”

You never took his comments like that to heart. You knew you weren’t one of the more interesting members of The Seven, especially compared to the likes of Homelander and Maeve. It was a blessing in disguise, as you ended up stuck doing far less schmoozing than they did. Homelander could hide his disdain for whoever Vought wanted him to entertain for the evening, but on more than one occasion, you’d been on the receiving end of his rant about “pandering to the mud people.”

Noir always showed up to these events, despite not interacting with anyone unless it was to get food. Once in a while, you’d watch as someone tried to start a conversation with him, only to be ignored before awkwardly making an excuse to leave. At least he’d give you the time of day, silently letting you people watch with him, acknowledging your observations about the various guests with a nod, or on rare occasions, his shoulders shaking ever so slightly when you’d said something funny. You always felt especially accomplished then.

The night of the gala was only nerve-wracking because you were finally going to be forward with Noir and see where that got you, rather than your tentative approach in the past. 

When you arrived on the floor where the investor gala was being held, you went through all of the necessary introductions as quickly as you could. Across the room, Black Noir was playing the piano, as he tended to do during crowded events. You’d asked him before where he learned to play, and he wrote simply on a cocktail napkin ‘My grandma.’ As much as he trusted you, there were still parts of himself that were guarded, carefully revealing pieces of his past to you, though you could never fully put the whole picture together. In all the years you were a member of The Seven, you weren’t sure you ever would. 

His past didn’t matter to you. You were fond of the man he was, even if he didn’t reveal his whole self to you. Still, you wished you knew more. He didn’t seem to have any family, at least that he was in contact with. Then again, most of your teammates had complicated relationships with your families, yourself included. That one talent of his, however, showed that at one point there was someone he was close to, that he had a life outside of being a member of The Seven. You hoped the two of you could have that together.

Finally able to slip away from the people whose names you couldn’t be bothered to remember, you made your way over to Noir. He looked up from the piano, tilting his head a bit in acknowledgement of you.

“This party’s so boring.” You made a point to lean against the piano, letting the spandex of your suit highlight your body. “I mean, I can think of much better things you and me could be doing with our time.”

You weren’t sure if he was nodding along with your sentiment or the music. Ever so frustratingly difficult to read. Taking his response in stride, you sat down next to him on the piano bench. He didn’t stop playing, but he didn’t move away from you either. 

“Will you show me how to play?” you asked.

He paused, the soft music stopping momentarily. With a nod, he shifted closer to you, placing his gloved hands over yours. You let him guide you, though your gaze was on him rather than the keys. 

“You’re great with your hands, Noir,” you said. “I mean, playing piano, fighting criminals, I’m sure there’s more you can do, if you ever wanna show me sometime.”

No reaction. Maybe it was useless. Maybe Homelander was just messing with you. Maybe—

He rubbed the top of your hand with his thumb, and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your lips. It was something, finally some indication that he returned your affection. 

“You wanna get out of here?” you asked softly. “I only came for you, anyway.”

He took your hand in his, the music from the piano ceasing abruptly again. He brought his pointer finger to his mouth, and you giggled despite his silent instruction to be quiet. 

Glancing around, you noticed everyone else was preoccupied, mainly with competing for Homelander’s attention, as usual. The perfect opportunity for the two of you to slip away from the party with ease. Stealth was his speciality after all. 

You let him lead you away from the gala and to an empty balcony on another floor of the tower. The city seemed to sparkle especially bright that night. Feeling bold, you rested your head on his shoulder, your hand still intertwined with his.

“I wish we could be like this more often,” you whispered. “You’re the only person I like spending so much time with. I think of you, and I—it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I just wanted you to know.”

After a few minutes of silence, Noir moved away from you, reaching for something in his pocket. A folded piece of paper, the same one the two of you had been playing tic-tac-toe on just a few days earlier. He handed it to you, and you scanned the page before landing on the heart you’d drawn, finding he’d drawn another one around it.

“This is so high school,” you laughed, nevertheless taking his covered face in your hands and kissing him. “So, what do we do now, loverboy?”

He wrapped his arms around you, and you could’ve sworn you heard him sigh contentedly.

#black noir x reader #black noir #the boys x reader #the boys #the boys tv #the boys amazon

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Sword gays showdown, round 2, bracket three

Propaganda:

For Xie Lian:

The BIGGEST nerd about swords and swordfighting and martial arts it's his special interest and he's incredibly good at it! He ascended to godhood because of his prowess. He can literally defeat people with powers in swordfighting at a time he has no powers of his own. Talks people's ears off about swordfighting and recommends what specific weapon is best for them. Definitely has sword related trauma for *reasons* and doesn't like actually using them to harm anymore, but that doesn't mean he's not still incredibly skilled at using them when he needs to. And he'll still gush over any sword you give him to look at ❤️. A great quote from the book is: The Flower-Crowned Martial God: Sword in one hand, flower in the other. [they] only remembered the flower, but had forgotten:  Xie Lian ascended because of his sword.

Xie Lian basically has a special interest in swords. He's literally so good at using swords that the only person on par with him was the Heavenly Emperor and that was when he was 17!!!! He is LITERALLY "The Flower Crowned Martial God, Sword in One Hand, Flower in the Other". He knows everything about every kind of sword and all the history of every sort of legendary sword. His husband gifts him a whole armory full of swords and he spends a few hours geeking out about it. He's so good at swords he came up with a special technique to absorb the blow from two other swords so that only he himself is harmed but the other two he's trying to get to stop fighting Aren't harmed, and it's so special that he's *recognized* by it even after centuries. He also got stabbed by a sword a hundred times in one night does that count. He REALLY loves swords and is SO good at swords. He's the sword boy.

He is so incredibly autistic about swords. The author descibes him as a sword otaku. He canonically had a massive collection of swords in his youth that he carted around everywhere and wore a different one each day so they would all be appreciated. His love interests most successful flirtation was showing him his armory and just letting him run around picking everything up and infodumping about swords for several hours. Also he could wreck anyone. AND he's gay.

For Ballister:

he could tell when his sword was switched out for a fake, graduated top of his class so we know he's a good fighter, also the scene where he's fighting is hot because he's so confident with a sword in his hand, also he's gay

A canonically gay, disabled, South Asian man takes down the government with his genderqueer shapeshifter sidekick/adopted daughter! He has a swordfight with his ex-boyfriend! in which he defeats about 20 knights singlehandedly! 

top of his knight class this man is a master swordsman

(Movie) He has used a sword since he broke into the Institutes training ground and ended up becoming a knight

He has very divorced vibes with Ambrosius and he uses a sword.

He's a legit knight! So, it's in the fine print.

According to the Nimona movie, Ballister here has been practicing the art of sword fighting since childhood to earn the trust of the city and he was SO CLOSE to becoming a knight. He's also definitely not dating another one of his knight mates (?). Nope. Not at all. This movie is super straight /s I think he also beats an entire army of knights with nothing but his sword and a chaotic good shapshifter so that's pretty cool. He's also south Asian, has a prosthetic arm he made himself and is honestly such a goofy guy (in a good way ofc) if that's anything.

#sword gays showdown #ballister boldheart #xie lian #ballister blackheart #tgcf #tian guan ci fu #nimona #nimona movie #heaven official's blessing

[strawberrycrushes]

Hello can I request Caelus,Jing Yuan, Blade reacting to cozy!sweetheart!reader with a tiny black dog as a companion having the title of "God Slayer"? It is due to them going against pantheons of gods and winning with nothing but their wit and their blade. Normally reader hates fighting and will downplay their fighting prowess, but when push comes to shove, reader will reveal their true powers as their tiny dog transforms into a massive church grim ready to attack those deemed as threats.

Turns out their tiny dog, became their companion after reader and them worked together to save the dogs home planet from annihilation. (A warriors bond if you will)

(If it makes you uncomfy, feel free to decline, but if you decide to do it, thank you soo much!)

A/n:- GOD THIS TOOK A HOT SECOND. Sorry about the delay, Mid-terms have hit me like a bus. In any case, I hope you enjoy.

Blade:-

“You’re an interesting one, aren’t you?… 'God Slayer',” Blade’s voice hung low across the bloodied battlefield, and you refuse to meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry, it was an impulsive decision I know, but I got the Stellaron in the end and–”

Blade scoffs and you look up at him, startled.

“The Stellaron? Is that the part you think I’m hung up on?”

“Huh?” You blink.

“When were you planning on telling me?”

“What do you mean? Telling you about what?” You tilt your head.

“About this,” He pointed towards you, the blade by your side, and the still massive Church Grim resting behind you.

The world around you had been caught up in a Stellaron crises, and with your hand forced, you decided to take matters into your own hands and secure the Stellaron for the Stellaron Hunters to seal. Something they absolutely did NOT expect, nor told you to do (though you had a feeling Elio knew anyway). You thought Blade would be more upset with your risky decision, which he probably was, but given the fact that this was the way you decided to bring up the fact that you were the God Slayer? His reaction was warranted, yet you still remained oblivious to the sense behind it. So you said simply,

“Oh…I didn’t want to bring it up, I didn’t think it’d be that important.” You smiled.

Blade blinked, and there was a momentary silence that made the foolishness of your statement known even to you, though you could not tell why.

Blade took a deep breathe, “You didn’t think I’d want to know that my partner is capable of taking down entire armies of men by themselves? Or that the dog that they keep around is in reality a Church Grim, something that honestly shouldn’t be capable of following you around like this, by the way. Or that they are the rumoured ‘God Slayer’, a person the Stellaron Hunters had been trying to recruit for ages no—hold on, is that why Elio led us to that planet you were on…?”

You give an apprehensive shrug, half glad that he’d found a new revelation to contemplate over. You didn’t WANT to throw Elio under the bus but he could handle himself better than you in the face of such confrontation. Who knew your little exploits would get Blade so worked up.

Blade huffed, “No matter, I’ll deal with him later,” he glares at you, “Don’t think you’re off the hook though.”

“Blade, I apologise if I’ve upset you but… I seriously didn’t think It'd be this important to you,” you frown, “I didn’t even WANT to earn the title of God Slayer. I didn’t know the title caught on that widely, or that you were looking for me. Seriously, I would have told you otherwise.”

Blade’s eyes search something in yours before he sighs. “I know. I know you would have. I just don’t understand anything about this. Why play the part of a pacifist when you’re capable of so much destruction? Your abilities must have come from experience, I recognise at least that. If you had spent this much time harnessing these skills then why waste them away like this? What point is there?”

His voice never raised in its volume, but it seemed to grow some sort of frustration in it. At what, you didn’t know. It wasn’t directed at you, he almost seemed to speaking to himself.

It hurt nonetheless, though.

“I’m not as strong as you, Blade. I was talented enough to learn those skills, but they were harnessed fighting a battle I never wanted to have to fight in the first place.” You leaned back against your sleeping hound and sighed, frustrated. “His world was going to be destroyed, you know. It was going to be annihilated, all because of a single God’s callousness. How cruel is that? I don’t enjoy fighting, but dealt with circumstances like that and the ability to help, did you honestly expect me to stand back and just—watch it happen?” You gave a shaky exhale and the conversation turned to silence once more.

Blade didn’t reply and for a while, neither of you spoke. The bloodied battlefield around you spoke as a chilling reminder of what you had done, and though Blade had always struggled to see the world through your sweet, empathetic lens, at that moment your feats were not impressive or worthy of praise, like they were to him, but a bitter means to a hopefully better end, and a future memory full of pain.

He reached out his hand and waited for you to take it, hoisting you up before pulling you into a stiff, awkward, and horribly well-meaning hug, pressing you close against him as you regained your bearings. He had not thought of the pain you must have gone through until that moment, and he regretted never having comforted you before, but he was here now, he could do it today. So he tried, “I’m sorry, for the way I spoke to you, it won’t happen again. And…thank you, for being there for me. You mean everything to me.”

You buried your face deeper into his chest and stayed in that moment for Aeons know how long, because neither of you could feel the passing time. Then, you pulled away.

“Thank you for that. I- needed it for a long time now.” You smiled wearily, but you clearly felt better. You turned over to call your dog, who jolted awake when you whistled, turning back to normal and merrily rushing by your side. He seemed to sense that something had conspired between you and Blade, and he tilted his head curiously.

“It seems I owe you an explanation too,” You laughed as you ruffled his head. “You’re not the only one.”

Blade’s head perked up. “Do you mean?”

“Yes. I’ll tell you about my past, Blade. But…”

“There’s a but?”

“You have to tell me about your mysterious past too. Since I ACTUALLY asked you about it, y’know. A long time ago.”

Blade sighed and you smiled, knowing that you had won. “Alright. Deal.”

He chuckled as you and your hound celebrated together—and he really began to wonder just how smart the dog was—before jogging ahead as you started to think of a good place to start.

“Alright so, I think I should begin way back when I was a teen…”

Jing Yuan:-

Jing Yuan knew. Of course, he did. As a responsible General, he made sure that the Luofu ran a thorough background check on each and every person entering, and with the name ‘God Slayer’ being so well known across the galaxies—it wasn’t difficult to pin it back to you.

He was curious, to say the least, as to why such a controversial figure such as you would be interested in the Luofu. So, he did as any reasonable person would have done if a dangerous foreign entity was caught aboard their home and called you over for tea.

One could, of course, describe the meeting as awkward, but the word could not do justice to the scene that had presented itself. Jing Yuan was taking it all in stride as casual as if you were both old friends, but you could not spare a moment to relax, for though his attitude was friendly, his questions were pointed, prying and—well, all around hostile in their nature. To put it plainly, you felt like a criminal being interrogated.

“This meeting has been such an honour and delight. Won’t you join me again for lunch next week?”

This meeting has satisfied me for now, but know that I’ll be keeping an eye on you.

You gulp.

“The honour was all mine, General. I’d love to join you again.”

WHY AM I STILL UNDER SUSPICION!?

Weeks went by like this. As awkward as they started out at first, but then slowly, the ice began to melt. Tensions eased as Jing Yuan was reassured of your standing, and you were reassured that he was not going to throw you in jail for your supposed “crimes”. You could talk as proper acquaintances, finally feeling safe enough to treat your meetings as non-hostile gatherings, then as friends, finally feeling safe enough to talk about your life and loved ones.

You introduced him to your dog, and laughed when he was actually caught off guard by how small it was. You reassured him that no, you were not making a little pup fight besides you in battle and that the dog was in fact, as the rumours suggested, a Church Grim. You told him tales of your adventures together. Of life on your home planet, and of the planets you had been to. The friends you made, the friends you had to leave behind. Of the battles braced beside your closest companion, and of the pain they had caused you. The complicated colours that painted your story entrenched Jing Yuan with a feeling of familiarity, for he too knew of the path of the warrior, and you both grew close.

Jing Yuan introduced you to his apprentice, Yanqing, and smiled as you began to dote on him, much to Yanqing’s embarrassment. You teased him about how fatherly his relationship with his apprentice was, and he told you stories of how he raised the boy, the embarrassing moments (for Yanqing not for him) as well as the difficult ones. You listened intently, and soon the sound of shared laughter turned into held breaths and silence as he moved on to his own childhood and what had become of it. His comrades and his master. The decisions he had made as he got older, and how unsure he felt of them. The wars he fought for far too long and the companion he had outlived because of one. His grief and deep-rooted regret. He asked you if he had done right, and you told him he had done all anyone could. The night air felt cold as you let him rest his head against your shoulder; you both grew close and closer still.

His days felt comfortable by your side. You were witty, but also sweet. You felt like his oldest friend and his closest confidant. He could not imagine a life where he did not meet you, and could not imagine how he had fared without you. He even grew closer with your hound, who made him think of Mimu as he once was. A simple stroll around the Xianxhou Luofu would make clear to anyone how much the majestic white lion meant to him, and for once Jing Yuan hesitated. The fragility of short-lived species was laid out clearly before his eyes, and Jing Yuan doubted if it was worth it to keep you chained down next to him. You were brilliant. You had done so much for this world and could do so much more.

He looked up and saw you bathing in the sunlight, instructing Yanqing on his training, reassuring him when he had done wrong and praising him when he had done right. Jing Yuan shook his head and sighed. How ridiculous of him, he thought, to assume that anyone, especially he, could ever hope to hold you down. He should, perhaps, let the years he had lived through be more beneficial to him, and let himself gain some wisdom from them. He had taken far too many precious moments and times of peace for granted, and now, he will at least not waste the time he spent with you.

He called you over with a smile and both you and Yanqing trotted in besides him for tea and a break, smiling and joking all the while. Jing Yuan let his hands lace through your hound’s coat and smiled as well, feeling as if he could not be more lucky.

Caelus:-

Caelus had no past, no point of reference for “cool” but he knew that you were possibly one of the coolest people he would ever get the opportunity of meeting. You were smart, nice, and so well versed in so many aspects of the universe that he could almost label you as a walking dictionary, like Dan Heng. Not to mention your adorable black hound. Caelus found companionship in the dog that he couldn’t compare to anyone else in the Astral Express Crew. You were there too, of course, and some might even say you were cherished as much as the dog was.

That’s why he always felt so inclined to respect your privacy on matters you didn’t want to disclose. Especially anything relating to the title you held. “God Slayer”.

Caelus had no idea how he kept himself from asking any questions about it, since it was clear that you would grow a bit uncomfortable with the topic, but he had already gotten so much practice from the rest of the Astral Express Crew’s secret lives that he just about managed. No matter how curious he got he had to remember, the friendship he had with you was worth more than your past, no matter how cool it seemed, and he just had to live with what he had.

Unfortunately, he was not too sure he was going live any longer.

“WHY ARE THERE SO MANY OF THEM” Caelus let out a cry of frustration. This battle against the Mara Struck had drawn out far too long and though he hated to admit it, he knew he was getting tired, and losing badly.

With a deep breath, he tried to brace himself to launch another attack against the horde when he felt a familiar someone whirl ahead of him at an impossible speed clearing out an incoming bunch of Mara Struck with the swing of a blade.

“?!”

“Sorry I’m late! I believe you called for back up?” You shot him a grin, though your eye inspected him for any sign of injury, showing your genuine worry.

“When did I get time to send an SOS?”

“Since you were gone for so long I got worried. I decided to check on you and…well, you know the rest.”

“See and that’s on why you’re the best,” Caelus smiled as he caught his breathe and got up. “But I’d be more worried about how many of them we have to face. 2 V— Aeons…how many are there? Never mind. What I mean is, this really isn’t the most fair fight, and I’m not in the most ideal condition right now either.”

You smirk “Who says there are only two of us?”

Reaching into your pocket you whip out a dog whistle and call upon the cute little hound dog often found by your side. Except the dog that came was neither cute, nor little and Caelus let his jaw drop. The monstrous howl that announced its entrance felt like it shook the grounds you were standing on, an exciting entrance to be sure, but one that also served to distract your opponents. Taking the opportunity to strike, you leap back into battle, taking on the opponents with tact while Caelus and your Church Grim followed suit and you fought until the impossible battle was finally won, sheathing your blade as your dog turned back to normal.

You were felt a bit weary but all in all, good for the long run, and judging from your dog’s disposition, it was clear that she felt the same way.

“Good girl” you praise her—before being tackled by a panting, yet still somehow energetic Caelus.

“What. Was. That?!” He smiled at you, shaking you by the shoulders, “You were practically an action hero back there why didn’t you tell me you could do that?”

“Caelus, calm down!”

“Oops sorry,” He gives an apologetic smile, “It’s just that I’ve never seen you like that before, and you didn’t tell me your dog could turn into a giant monster.”

You chuckle as Caelus reaches over to pet your hound, both mirroring each other’s excitement. “Thank you Caelus, I’m flattered but it’s really not that big of a deal.”

Caelus deadpans, “Not that big of a deal? Are you kidding me? Even I was struggling with a fight like that.”

“W-well, you did take out a bunch of the Mara Struck on your own before I arrived and-“

The words dried in your mouth as both Caelus and your hound gave you identical stares of judgement.

“Never mind then…” you sighed as Caelus continued to play around with your dog. Looking back on everything now, it was strange to think how far you had come. The battle you fought should have carried a bitter taste in your mouth, and yet, sitting there with the two companions closest to your heart, you still felt capable of laughing and enjoying life right alongside them. Your days had never felt this fun in a long while and your past carried a lighter weight on your shoulders.

“Hey Caelus?”

“What?”

“Want to hear a story?”

#honkai star rail x reader #caelus x reader #jingyuan x reader #blade x reader

[junggunz]

blood on me ft. gun park | 🔞

summary: your former mentor cuts you from training under him without any reason. when he finally speaks to you after weeks of radio silence, you're shocked by the confession he makes. cw: fembodied!reader, smut, long ass build up tbh sorry, established relationship, power imbalances - reader was a candidate for becoming gun's successor, oral (f and m receiving), p in v, gun is lowkey a creep ngl, wc: 3k an: omg i can finally cross ONE thing off my to do list after this long smh. as usual, im killing two birds with one stone. someone asked for gun + sixty nining ages ago and i have an entire playlist of song fics to do. if you've seen the playlist, ignore the fact i skipped a few songs lmao.

temporary shame, I know you like the taste.

Rejected Prodigy. It’s your contact name in Gun’s phone. But he would never let you know that he even bothered to go through the hassle of finding your phone number number. Or the fact that he’s been secretly tracking your location just to see what you’re up to without needing to actually speak to you. Fascination borderlining on obsession was the best way to describe how Gun felt toward you. 

It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t impressed by your fighting prowess. Goo had once made a comment that didn’t sit well with your soul, provoking you to knock him out was just a small display of just how much strength you held in such an unassuming body. 

Alongside god tier level fighting skills, you had impeccable leadership. A natural talent for making money. And your gorgeous face that was more than enough to get others to bend to your will was the cherry on top. Despite the way you subtly reminded Gun of Samuel in his earlier days with the way you desperately craved his approval, you were the perfect candidate to be his replacement for when he wanted to retire. 

However, Gun eventually cuts you off. He has no problem announcing it in front of all the other candidates that there are multiple reasons why you’re eliminated. As much as you pressed and tried to pry to get Gun to divulge his thought process to you, he wouldn’t relent or explain what those reasons were. In his mind, Gun is aware that the reasons he decided to sever ties with you are petty but that doesn’t mean much to him; the idea of having to utter the exact reasons to your face about your disqualification is what keeps him tight lipped and fills him with shame. 

If getting his arm broken by Daniel was better than any night Gun had with a woman, having you give him a concussion sent him straight to Nirvana. During a one on one training session against him, sparring with you had left Gun with an uncomfortable tightness in his pants. You made it impossible for him to focus on anything besides how your body feels against him when you put him into a chokehold. With how intoxicating your fragrance is, it was almost like he found comfort in you crushing his windpipe. He was more than willing to pass out in your embrace. Most— if not all— of the sweat he shed had come from a place of his body burning up with lust rather than physical exertion. Seeing that you had the physical strength to overwhelm him, the last thing he wanted was to give you an emotional upperhand by making you aware of how he felt toward you. 

Meanwhile, Gun rejecting you after all his arduous training you endured was enough to push you to resent him. Having him break your spirit this way felt akin to a romantic heartbreak and it was the most revolting experience you’ve had. You couldn’t stand how much time you wasted trying to get his approval. How much effort you put toward attempting to impress a cold blooded killer. What pissed you off even more was the slight chance that he was just fucking with you for the hell of it. Faced with the task of trying to figure out how to best serve the cold platter of revenge to him, the infamous Shiro Oni occupied way more space in your mind than you would like to admit. 

You don’t keep track of how long you’ve gone without seeing your former mentor, but Gun sure does. It’s exactly 4 weeks. 1 day. 1 hour. And approximately 24 minutes since the two of you cross paths. With how tenacious you seemed about being accepted by him, Gun assumed that you would be the one to reach out to him first. Preferably groveling and begging for another chance, but you showing off your talents to sway him was something he wouldn’t pass up either. Your pride doesn’t allow you to seek him out and instead, he is the one who has to make the sacrifice; showing up to where you were hanging out for the day. 

Gun expected you to be delighted to see him again, perhaps elated by thoughts of him giving you a second chance. You’re not. He expected you to lash out at him once he noticed the look of annoyance cross your face upon locking eyes with him. You don’t. Your lack of reaction shouldn’t make him want you even more; but it does anyway. And with how much distance that’s been put between the two of you, his heart has grown quite fond of you. Even if he wouldn’t use that exact verbiage.

When you try to leave the area, Gun closes the distance between the two of you with just a few strides of his long legs and catches you by the wrist, holding you in an ironclad grip that frustrates you as much as it renders you stuck. With how weakly you try to escape his grasp, Gun begins to ponder why you hadn’t pulled one of your various tricks to shake him. Wishful thinking wants to believe that you secretly like his touch. However, he could admit that his thoughts tend to get deluded when it comes to you.

“Come with me, I think we should have a little chat.” Gun tells you, not really giving you any other option besides following him peacefully or making a scene in public. Quite honestly, you don’t care about causing a disturbance but you find yourself going along with Gun anyway solely because you’re curious about what he was to say. 

The nearest private space happens to be his car and he doesn’t think twice before opening the door for you and not so gently ushering you into the passenger seat before he gets into the driver’s side. He’s quick to lock the doors from his seat and when you hear the locks click, you groan loudly.

“You reject me and now you’re holding me hostage. What the hell is your issue?” You snap, looking at him with your brows furrowed. 

“You’re my issue.” Gun responds without missing a beat, dark eyes holding your gaze; the expression he wears is one you haven’t seen before and it makes you freeze up. “You wanna know why I eliminated you?”

You brace yourself, expecting him to tear you down and go into excruciating detail about every single one of your shortcomings. Having experienced it first hand when he humiliated you in front of the other candidates, you know Gun isn’t one to spare anyone’s feelings. If you were terrible at something, he had no problem picking you apart and if you did well…sometimes he’d give you a compliment. It was all a matter of how nice he was feeling in the moment. 

You waited for him to spit his venom at you and eat away at the last shred of respect you had for him. But it never comes. Instead, you get his scarred hand grabbing your face and staring you down with narrowed eyes that resemble the icy and collected yet predatory stare of a snake. 

“I can’t have a successor that makes me lose focus while training.” Gun says to you through gritted teeth almost as if it pains him to tell you this. 

Hearing this from him doesn’t give you the closure you sought out and only prompts more questions to arise in your mind. Keeping your eyes locked on his, he doesn’t see your hand reaching for his wrist and going for the pressure point. Inhaling sharply at the sudden shock, he releases your jaw from his hold with an anguished laugh.

“Are you fucking serious? That’s it?” You practically snarl, your gaze being fiery enough to cause him to feel suffocated with the intense atmosphere the two of you sit in. 

“What were you expecting to hear?” He questions as a lopsided smirk graces his lips. “If it were simply a matter of you being unskilled, I'd have no problem announcing that to everyone else. It’d be embarrassing if I had to admit out loud that you were rejected just because you evoke more…primal emotions within me.”

Upon hearing Gun’s admission, you need to stay quiet for a bit. You knew if you said something immediately, all that would come from your mouth is a series of curses and swears that would make a sailor blush. Jaw tensing up, your anger steadily bubbling within you, your emotional control is really being tested. The petty reason for your disqualification makes you want to rip his head off, yet you’re filled with a sense of pride knowing that you now know one of Gun’s weak spots. 

All the days you spent toiling over ideas of getting back at him weren’t in vain because now you were being rewarded with him telling you verbatim that it’s you who’s his Achilles heel. Expression softening as you fall into the role of a temptress, you call out to him like a Siren; your hand boldly settling on his inner thigh. 

“Don’t waste anymore time telling me how you feel and just show me.” You taunt him, eyes glossed over with a dangerous lust that challenges him to cross the threshold and forever alter the relationship dynamic the two of you had. “I would have never guessed that all those times I caught you staring at me, you were looking at me with lust and not just criticism.” You muse, mostly to yourself. Even if you were using sex as a means of messing with his mind, there was no denying that you would no longer see him as a former mentor who bruised your ego and he wouldn’t view you as the star pupil he had to drop due to conflicts of interest. 

There’s nothing at stake for the two of you and it’s exactly why you let Gun take you back to his place. As soon as the door closes behind you, you have a moment where you almost want to back out; knowing that making Gun think you wanted him back only to leave him high and dry would be enough of a mindfuck for him. But when you feel his lips collide with yours, the unmistakable sense of carnality he kisses you with is infectious. You find yourself genuinely craving him and needing to feel more of him even if you had never thought of him that way prior. 

Barely getting your shoes off, Gun embraces you in an almost possessive manner, trapping your frame in his arms and forcing you to feel just how hot he got for you. 

“Don’t think I’m gonna let you get off so easily.” He murmurs against your lips when he finally breaks the kiss. 

You should have known better to think for even for a second that he would permit you to leave once he’s finally gotten you back. It took a lot of effort for him to set aside his pride and be vulnerable with you about how he felt. But Gun swore to himself that he would make sure he dragged you down with him into the pit of maddening lust he was wading through. 

Clothes fly off in a frenzy, tarnishing the once immaculate space of his penthouse and leave a trail of garments that lead down the hall to his bedroom. It’s a fight to get you into the position he wants; however, that only made the experience more exhilarating for him. 

Despite you being the one on top, you’re rendered into a state of vulnerability due to how exposed you are. Your pussy in his face, his rough hands anchored on your ass to keep you in place to prevent you from wriggling out of his hold.  Any semblance of power slips out of your hands when you start moaning along his cock while Gun’s tongue starts to lap at your clit. Not wanting to be outdone by him, the one hand you keep on his shaft tightens its hold; jerking him faster while you continue to suckle on the head of his length and tease the tip with your tongue. You’re pleased by how easily it causes him to buck his hips into your mouth, but you hate how his size makes you gag and drool around him. Sputtering and gasping as you pull your mouth off of him, a choked out moan escapes you while Gun eats you out so voraciously. 

“You’re just good at everything, aren’t you?” Gun chuckles softly into your flesh, trying to mask the moan that tickles his throat when he feels your tongue swirling around the tip of his cock and digging into the slit. It’s an involuntary response when his hips buck into your mouth, forcing you to take more of him into your mouth. The uncomfortable stretch of your jaw grounds you in the moment, letting you know that this wasn’t some fucked up dream portraying the deepest secrets of your subconscious. You were seriously topping off Gun. Drooling all over his perfect cock like some brain dead slut. In his bed—while his tongue worked your soaked folds and gifted you a pleasure you didn’t think was humanly possible.  

When your need for oxygen finally outweighs your desire to make him cum, you pull away from his cock; panting heavily while one hand continues to pump him sloppily and the other almost lovingly caresses his balls.

“I fucking hate you.” You mutter in that breathy voice that Gun had become oh so enamored with whenever you spoke to him after the two of you would finish sparring. Senses clouded by each flick of his sinful tongue against your private parts, you can’t even string together the words to mock him when you feel his cock twitching in your palm.  

“If you hate me so much, why are you so wet?” He coos in a sickeningly sweet tone, one his hands relinquishing the tight hold on your ass before he dips one of his long fingers into your pussy; a pleased hum rumbling in his throat as he feels how your walls slurp up the lone digit. “Why are you working so hard to make me cum if you hate me?” 

Thankful that he couldn’t currently see the look of embarrassment that washes over your face, your grip on his cock tightens at the sound of him patronizing you. Your hold is so rigid, it almost hurts but Gun was keen on the pain. In retaliation, two more fingers join the one he had inside of you and you whine at the stretch. Your hips lurch buck incessantly; unsure whether you wanted more of him or if you were trying to escape. Alas, he had made it clear early on that any attempts of getting away from him were futile. 

“So wet but still so fucking tight like a virgin. I hope you don’t bleed on my sheets.” He laughs darkly, both of you knowing that his fingers couldn’t compare to the girthy length you currently held in your hand. Fully giving into the demons of lust, your body slackens on top of Gun’s as you lean in to take his cock into your mouth again now that your breathing has evened out.  

There’s an obvious switch that’s been triggered in your brain. You definitely feel the change—and so can Gun as your tongue drags along the veins of his cock with even more precision and care. All efforts to make him cum first are in vain and you end up with quivering thighs and ragged breathing while you're overcome with a bliss you've never known until now. Your obscene moans are mostly muffled due to your mouth being filled by Gun’s length, your lips are poutier than usual when he gently pulls you away and you have no other choice but to admit your defeat. 

Limbs oh so malleable and your mind vacant as a result of the intensity of your orgasm, your resistance is the least of Gun’s worries when he rearranges your body on top of his. There’s no time to fuss or fret about how much you secretly enjoy the feeling of laying back against his broad, muscular chest before he’s grabbing you by the back of the knees to keep your legs apart while the tip of his cock breaches your entrance. Writhing in his hold, you take in each inch with little whimpers trying to get past your lips; the stretch blurring the lines between pain and pleasure. Not even giving you a moment to gather yourself, Gun is rutting his hips up into you, his veiny cock gliding in and out of your hole with his feet firmly planted on to his bed to aid him in keeping his consistently quick pace.                                                                                                                                      

Squeezing your eyes shut, you endure being split open by him. You felt like you were being carried off into cloud nine as the sting of his cock stretching you out had now blossomed into a mind numbing pleasure. Being rendered into this state of submissiveness by your former mentor caused you to give up on thinking about anything else but the sensation of his heavy cock filling you up and hitting all the right spots with minimal effort. The low groans and growls you could hear him emitting from behind you had been the cherry on top, making you even more excited. 

“We could make this a regular thing if you like it this much, you know?” Gun mumbles in your ear as if he was able to sift through the simple thoughts drifting in your mind. 

Whether or not you wanted to fall back into the routine of seeing Gun on a weekly basis and doing a different type of cardio would linger in your head. But for now, all you wanted was to test both your limits and see how much elation he could bring you in one night.

#lookism smut #lookism x reader #lookism gun x reader #gun x reader #gun park scenarios #gun park smut #junggunz.txt

[moronkombat]

Hi um um I was wondering if you would write some Hc for General Shao? Both sfw and NSFW pretty pretty please with sugar and cherry on top.

General Shao will be getting attention in this house

SFW

General Shao's love language is physical touch and words of affirmation. It is more specific to say words of praise and adoration and body worship are his love languages

He is proud of his physique and wants his partner to appreciate it too

General Shao is incredibly cocky and he will act that way around the person he is interested if he senses they are sharing the interest

He'll purposefully but subtly show off his muscles and prowess. His aim is to have control over her reactions. Only he can make you shiver and shift so stiffly. That blush on your cheek is because of him and he quite enjoys that

There are teasing moments where he will shatter the distance between the two of you, pinning you in a corner and watching you how are trapped

He muses about all that he could do to you, how small you are, how easy it would be to crush you but he would never do that. The fun would be over then

Shao is a wicked man who enjoys a partner who is in smaller stature to him. Not to say he doesn't partake in partners who are tall or even taller but he is a very large man so it is more common to encounter people shorter.

Still, he finds himself drawn to those shorter. There's something so devilishly fun about teasing those shorter than him, it's all about that power and control, after all

NSFW

It's all about the power play for him. He likes to be in control and be in charge in the bedroom. You have no complaints

He's a fan of all positions that give him the advantage but his favorite is with you lying face down and his large and rough hands holding your hips up

Don't get too eager though, his size is not to be trifled with. Everything about Shao is large, very very large

He works his partner open. First with his tongue, thick and wet. Then with fingers, long and pointed. He makes sure to take his time in part to prepare you but largely because he loves how it makes you writhe and squirm

You'll ride and bounce atop his thigh for awhile, rutting yourself against him like poor creature in heat. He makes sure to point it out too "Look at you, so desperate and needy...just like heat struck cat"

Loves, and I mean loves, when he receives oral. It barely fits past your lips and he loves that. He loves watching them warp around his girth, impossible to take all of him down that throat of yours. He watches you with keen eyes, never once does he look away from you

General Shao has his partner finishing multiple times before he even begins to consider closing that final distance between you two. He loves how it is his and only his actions that bring you to such raptor

His size is enormous, the stretch is something so awful but oh is it perfect. You wouldn't take him any other way

He'll slowly fuck himself into, spreading more and more of you apart until finally he feels himself hilted inside

Then the claws of his fingers trace over the outline that is so clearly etched into you. He laughs lowly, a hand now at your neck as he whispers pure filth into your ear from behind

#mortal kombat #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat fanworks #mk1 #mortal kombat headcanons #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat smut #general shao #shao kahn #general shao x reader #shao kahn x reader

[mlm-writer]

Jericho (Conner Kent x FtM!Reader)

Pairing: Top!Conner Kent (YJ ver.) x Bottom!FtM!Alien!King!Reader Rating: Explicit (or Mature if you skip the last part) Words: 1565 POV: Second Summary: You fight the final battle to free your people from alien invaders (and then have sex with your bf after) Note: Gayden wanting to write plot vs y’all wanting smut. Inspired by Jericho by Iniko. Reader’s body is described as ‘his true form’, so you get to pick whatever that means for you. Tags: action, murder, alien reader, your nemesis misgenders you but they also murdered your people so idk what you feel like is worse, established relationship, epic fight scene, fluffy sex, Conner low key a service dom, oral (reader receiving), fingering, anal/vaginal sex and cockwarming

The light of your photon-sword was blinding as it tore through your enemies one by one. The purple blood of the invader species coated almost every inch of your armour. The call of your name behind you made you turn around, just in time to see another intruder trying to lunge at you. It screeched as you sliced its torso clean off its hips. Your eyes were glowing with the rage of battle, but even in this enraged state, you could smile at the man who had warned you. Conner was not from your world, but he had fought by your side nonetheless. As long as you were here, it was his home too and he would defend it until his dying breath. 

“I will hold them off, do what you have to,” Conner called from where he was fighting off six pawns at once. Were the lives of your people not endangered, you might have marvelled at his strength and prowess in battle, but time was running out. 

“I will come back,” you assured him. When your eyes met briefly, you could see he was as sure as you were of that promise. You lifted your arm to access the control panel of your armour. “I love you,” you added, just in case, before activating the anti-gravity matrix. Your feet floated off the ground and soon after, the thrusters were taking you up the tower. 

Heavy grey clouds circled the tower, lighting and acid rain protecting the general of the invaders. Your armour was maintaining its integrity through it. It seemed an eternity ago that the structure descended from the sky, bringing trouble with it, but today would be the day you’d make it fall. 

The structure rumbled as you landed on the platform on the rooftop. “Your trespassing ends today!” You roared as you came face to face with the alien that had been in your nightmares for the past years. You were not the same since the first time you were face-to-face with all those eight eyes. You could feel the changes in your body, the power granted by your ancestors rushed through your veins and vibrated through your bones. 

A demonic laugh made the air tremble around you. As the brute hollered in your face, you got a clear view of their three rows of sharp teeth. “It seems the princess has learned how to hold a sword. You really think pretending to be a boy is enough to stop me?” You clenched your teeth, your rage fuelling your sword. Blue flames engulfed the hard-light, illuminating the space between the grey clouds in a cyan glow. 

“The ancestors have granted me my true form and I am about to give you your final one!” You bellowed, before lunging at them. Your sword was like lighting between the clouds. The grief of war and desire for it all to be over burned in your heart. Your foe had underestimated you, but after you cut one of their many limbs off, they were sure to not make that mistake again. Even as your blood mixed with the rain, your energy never faded. 

The battle seemed to drag on forever. You thought you had them cornered, when a limb you had not accounted for seemingly came out of nowhere and knocked your sword out of your hands. The temporary confusion was enough for your nemesis to fling you across the rooftop. You ended up on your back, sliding across the wet roof to the edge. You dug your gloved hand into the floor, slowing yourself down just in time, head already hanging off the edge. 

The heavily wounded beast closed the distance between you, a heavy foot ending up on your torso. You clawed at their ankle, trying to free yourself as they loomed over you. They lowered their monstrous face, a smug look taunting you. “Your ancestors have failed you, little princess,” they snickered as they slowly shoved you more and more off the edge. 

“Fortunately, the king still has a boyfriend!” Instant relief washed over you as you heard the voice, before Conner dashed from below, punching the monster right in their face. They stumbled backwards, giving you the window of opportunity that you needed to get back up your feet. Conner called your name, before tossing you your sword. He was wrestling with the general right after. You caught your weapon mid-air, waiting for Conner to make the beast’s back face you. As soon as it did, you dashed forward, delivering the final blow. There were no last words, just a rumbling scream and then the dark clouds thinned out. The light of your two suns broke through the sky, signalling your people that it was done; it was over; they were free. 

You sighed and collapsed onto the wet roof, the glow in your eyes dying out as exhaustion took over. Conner flew you down to a healer. The people celebrated that night, but you were quick to retreat to your chambers. It smelled weird after not having been used for years, but it was all still intact. You had gotten rid of half your clothes and collapsed on your bed. 

“Can I come in?” You heard Conner through the door. You shouted for him to come in. His warm laugh filled your ears, when he saw you. “After today, I don’t blame you for resting, but you’re missing a great party,” he spoke with amusement in his voice. You groaned and rolled over, now lying face down on the soft sheets. You felt a weight dip the mattress beside you. “Allow me to help,” Conner whispered, before his warm fingers helped you out of the rest of your clothes. 

You used to dread being naked, but in this new body your ancestors gave you to fight the invaders, you looked forward to being naked around your lover. His hands were still on you, pressing in the knots in your back. It was not that good of a massage with dry hands, but you relaxed anyway. 

His touch lingered at your waist and you spread your legs a little in reply. His lips gently kissed your back as his hand travelled between your legs. You lifted your hips a little so he had all the access he needed. Conner rubbed you in all the right places, turning you into a dripping mess. “On all fours,” he whispered against your shoulder. After you complied, a free hand started toying with your nipples. He used your juices to lube up your ass and his cock. 

You moaned as his fingers entered your hole. You hadn’t realised you were leaking so much that it could be such a smooth slide. With hooded eyes, you stared over your shoulder, watching his concentrated face. Then you saw that Conner was leaking as well. He had stopped playing with your nipples and was stroking himself instead. His gorgeous cock spilled precum all over your hole that his fingers pushed inside. "I'm ready," you sighed between small whimpers of pleasure. 

Conner pulled you up to your knees. He was behind you, holding his cock in place as you sunk your down on him. You moaned in relief as you finally felt him inside you. When you got too eager and tried to sink down faster, Conner held you in place. It was maddingly slow, but eventually you found your ass resting on his thighs. Conner's fingers rubbed you again, making sure you felt pleasure everywhere. "Come on, start moving," he encouraged you. You couldn't move much in this position, but Conner helped you with gentle thrusts. Your bare back connected to his chest. His moans were audible right next to your ear. 

"Please, Conner, I'm so sore from today," you whimpered as your legs started to hurt. Conner pushed you off and manhandled you onto your back. You reached out for him and he immediately returned to your arms, kissing you deeply, while lifting your legs and wrapping them around his waist. Your lips stayed close to each other as he re-entered you. Your moans mixed between your mouths, his every thrust drawing another sound from your body. "Don't draw this out. I just want to cum," you huffed. Conner chuckled against your lips. You would never get tired of that sound. 

"Of course, my king," he joked, before pulling out. You groaned and tried to coax him back inside, but instead his head dipped down and before you knew it, he was licking and sucking you as if he needed you to cum just as badly as you needed it. You almost screamed. Your hand flew to his head and your fingers tangled into his hair. Conner hummed as if a deep need had been fulfilled. Two fingers entered you and with the right curl of his fingers, you could feel your orgasm crash through your whole body. 

Conner made sure you got the pleasure you sought and then laid you down on your side. He spooned you, putting his cock back inside as he did so. "Now rest, my king," he whispered into your ear, before pulling the covers over you. You smiled, enjoying having him still hard inside you. You drifted off into peaceful sleep, knowing that when you would wake, your people would be safe and you'd get the dicking of your life. 

#conner kent #conner kent x reader #ftm reader #male reader #trans reader #conner kent x ftm reader #conner kent x you #conner kent x male reader #Young Justice #dc #dc x reader #dc x male reader #dc x ftm reader #dc x you #superboy #superboy x reader #superboy x male reader #superboy x you #superboy x ftm reader #superboy x trans reader

[flowercrownsanddaggers]

FALLING IN LOVE

This is Isekai SAGAU, but not Cult AU, if that makes sense.

Featuring: Diluc, Kaeya, and Jean

(I'm open to any asks, requesting for other characters or scenerios. I will write angst — I simply prefer fluff.)

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DILUC

You could definitely say that he caught your eye. Seeing how he handled that Abyss Mage, being able to play him as a trial character for the first time... Yes, you sir (gender neutral) were in love with this man and his battle prowess.

And yeah, maybe you found better characters for more serious challenges offered in the game, but nothing was quite like your love for your main: Diluc Ragnvindr.

It only makes since, then, that this favoritism and newfound strength of his should carry on into your isekai into Teyvat. Getting Diluc was the easy part, but befriending him in person? Face to face, no wiki page or video tutorial? Yeah, you just about expected it wouldn't happen.

Truth be told, if you were just a liiittle more discreet about the fact you were essentially God, you may have flown under his radar. Would've never suspected that you'd be capable of pushing his vision to new heights, nor able to 'ascend' him closer to Celestia.

You really do scare him in that aspect. Your power doesn't come at any cost for him nor you, and you just... don't care? This is normal and healthy and fun for you? You know, most people drink for fun.

And so, if you are going to be reckless and use your lack of repercussion as an excuse to travel alone, then Diluc was simply going to have to accompany you. with a leash.

Then love did the darnedst thing. It struck him from behind, where he never saw it coming — where he felt you press your arms around him for a hug. Suddenly, you were everything. You were the sun and he, the moon. You were the stars that adorned his long and arduous nights, barely illuminating the city streets for him.

The thought of your smile gave him all he needed to protect Mondstadt and come back home to you — you were home, and you stayed at the Dawn Winery.

You still waited, even though he granted you permission to retire for the night. You stayed in the candlelight, where you'd listen for his arrival; nowadays, even that candlelight held not a single flicker close to the warm fire that engulfed his very heart. He was the dawn; you were the day and night.

He placed his hand over his heart and his gloves could even still feel the cycles of light and dark, of love and winter. They followed each other, dancing until you won — you were the sun and he, the moon.

Together, when he held your hand again, he could sense the dawn that had settled. When you fell asleep on your adventure with him through Teyvat, it was as though the sun didn't just fall asleep; it crashed into him as he guarded your body. Its flames burned his skin, searing desire into him once more. It was love and it burned him not to kiss you goodnight.

You could imagine his pain, then, when he had to sleep alone. The sun watched over the both of you until morning, where it just barely touched him.

At times, it felt like he would burn alive if he couldn't give in. He'd blow up if he couldn't truly determine where you stood — he'd just die.

Right there, Diluc was falling hard, and he'd give just about anything to figure out if you felt the same.

KAEYA

One of the first characters you met, and honestly, you were determined to main him. Now, if you were a F2P player, it would be hard, but you could buy his constellations. In the mean time then, you were going to at least level up all of his talents first. You were going to grind for him, and try to get him at full power, because you were going to build him to his highest power — you KNEW it was fate.

And maybe you should damn yourself, and damn fate, for throwing you into this world before you could perfect him. Damn you, Celestia, for the cruelty of having to personally grind for a character!

And especially damn Kaeya, for being so charming and calm about it. Oh no, he KNEW he was growing stronger, but who'd have thought it was because of you?

At first, he tried to be a little sneaky. Oh, you were talking to yourself about your new Godhood? Boom. He knows and he'll be cheeky, all proud of himself as he hides this knowledge — studies you further to see if maybe your claimed involvement holds water.

Well, he'll be damned. You can make vision-wielders stronger, somehow. He presents this information to you, all sly and in a 'yeah I kinda know everything' manner. Look at his face when you show him you really didn't care — it'll give you a good laugh.

You were really okay with the fact he knew something so personal and dangerous and, ugh, he— did you know?!? He doesn't say it so incredulously, but to the well-trained eye you had, you could see past the façade and into his annoyed eye. You mean he could've just... asked you about it? Why are you even this honest??

Maybe it was the revelation of your honesty that caught his eye or maybe it was your nature of mystery that shrouded your presence. Still, whatever it was, it definitely got him. He looked at his vision and saw his brother, but he saw you in his sword.

You... really tried to make him strong, didn't you? You made it sound like a grand investment; something that took a lot from you so that he could be the strongest among the Knights, if not the strongest in Mondstadt. That really meant something to him, whether you've figured that out or not.

It was all too likely then, that he'd fall for you. Everyone else had found their special someone and now this is his. You were finally his 'someone who wanted him around and accepted him'.

When you reveal that you know his darkest secret and you still care, you gave him a house. You kept his secret and you gave him food; your words of encouragement was the water he needed, as bitter as it was.

You were here for him — his truest friend. You were worth fighting for and you were someone who he could see himself with. He could look after you. He could protect you when he found the time.

So, with a lighter heart and stronger arms, he raised his sword and fought with you. He was truly and madly in love with you now, secrets or not. It didn't matter that you were one of few to know; you were all he needed.

He just needs to figure out how to tell you and when to do it...

JEAN

Now, unlike Kaeya and Diluc, you didn't actually main Jean prior to your isekai. In any case, you still cared for and valued her. When you were brought into the world of Teyvat, one of the first things you did was check in on Jean after Barbara mumbled about her worries for her. Jean gets it, her sister made you worry...

... but it was like, all of a sudden, it became a personal matter to you. Like you knew the damage she did to herself in trying to be more than the Dandelion Knight for Mondstadt. It wasn't very long until you were starting to get involved in her work-life balance and routine. Yes, she's very thankful for your kind words, but did you HAVE to cut off her coffee intake? Yes, you did She could take care of herself! No, she really couldn't

And okay, maybe the reason she puts up with now is no longer because of her sister's sake. This was supposed to be about Barbara sleeping peacefully about her sister, but somehow, Barbara's relief became more of an additional benefit. Jean had another reason to relax. Somewhere along the way, Jean started to feel a draw towards this person — this entity who cared for her in the intimate setting of her office after work. This individual with unforeseen power and abilities, and yet they held her so sweetly.

They asked for her opinion on romance novels. They asked Lisa for books that Jean might like, which Lisa had laughed about to Jean. This traveller completed commissions around Mondstadt; especially ones that had bothered Jean for a while on her desk. Sure, they cut off her coffee if they felt she had too much, but they made her some in the morning, too. They threw a blanket over her if she fell asleep at her desk, and surprise! Missing cats were found and menacing monster met their end.

Sometimes, she'd even find a flower on her desk, with a little story written on how it was found and how they thought it was cute. There was no shortage of reminders to hydrate and check her posture. She'd even heard from other knight on how you can be when someone is trying to report to Jean while she's resting!

Apparently, you give one hell of a glare if they even think of waking her up. She already knows that you'll end up writing it down for her if it wasn't already reported on paper. You were sweet like that. Therefore, how could she not fall in love you?

Kind, helpful, thoughtful you who tried your hardest to make her life easier, like some sort of assistant.

What a capable 'assistant' you were, with the ability to use 'artifacts' and wield elements without a vision. She now found herself thinking of you during her work. She kept all your flowers, treasured your notes... she had a whole filing cabinet dedicated to your silly stories. She loves all of them, and she's even started to come to terms with that fact that maybe, just maybe...

... ah, it's time for work again. You're proabbly waiting for her in her office, again.

#genshin impact #kaeya alberich #genshin impact kaeya #diluc ragnvindr #genshin impact diluc #jean gunnhildr #genshin impact jean #jean x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #romantic headcanons #genshin fluff #sagau genshin #sagau fluff

[dailycass-cain]

Birds of Prey #7-8 is a neat little two-issue arc that had a lot of cute Cass stuff sprinkled throughout. So here are my thoughts (at last for #7) on the two issues.

I gotta say one surprising improvement is well, everyone gets more moments sprinkled throughout the two issues.

Then say one per issue. That and we get the members who came back with this issue bonding/training Sin/Megaera. That's where Cass comes in...

I love that the introduction for Cass is side by side with Barda (since their growing bond has been a major fun selling point of the series).

This is the (outside of Batman: Wayne Family Adventures and Batgirls) that Cass does normal things like going laser questing.

It's obvious everyone is having fun here, but also trying to gauge Sin's skills both as a combatant and in her new powerset.

I do like that writer Kelly Thompson brings back Cass being a fighting teacher.

It's something Batgirls gave us (though not the first with Cass teaching Steph), but then the little Nightwing backup again gave us it with Cass training with Dick.

I always love this aspect of Cass helping her comrades get better and her being a teacher. Just makes that moment in Scott Snyder/James Tynion IV JL run all the sweeter. That folks SHOULD come to Cass for help in their fighting prowess.

If there's any nitpick, I kind of want for Thompson to bring up Sin being raised to be the next Shiva. Like, technically it's an aspect somewhat overlooked in the run so far surprisingly (save in Cass joining the cause).

But I get "the why" Thompson hasn't dug into it yet. This is a two-issue arc, and it's gotta introduce our newest members, Vixen and Babs. And it's just that a "nit-pick".

I just hope Thompson is given the chance to eventually dig into that aspect.

Though in a way, she already is as all three ladies were born to be weapons but chose a different path. The fact they're just having fun but also being mentors to Sin is neat.

But yeah the other section for Cass this issue leads us to the moment me and others have been using and gushing over the last month. Mari gives Cass choices on wearing lingerie (if you're very very quiet you can hear Stephanie Brown still crying not appearing here and instead in another book.).

This moment really feels like Thompson course-correcting an aged badly moment from Batgirl Vol. 1 #39 with Babs accidentally making Cass wear a one-piece and she feels bad.

I think the fault isn't on Horrocks more per se the "product of the time" and WHO was slowly coming into power at DC around then.

Plus the actual end message in Batgirl #41 works quite well. With Cass figuring things out thanks to Kon (and aliens).

The moment over in BoP is just a page but artist Javier Pina captures SOOO much in the exchanges between Mari and Cass.

Just between the glances, you can tell Mari fully understands more and is more open to figuring out the common ground link that'll work for Cass.

I mean just look at these reactions. They say so many things and are just perfect moments for Cass (which is why I will be using these like crazy).

And of course, the piece Mari picks for Cass is just absolutely stunning and yeah perfectly works for the character.

I would love a creator's commentary on this how they chose each look for each Bird.

So yeah #7 was a great continuation of the plot with #8 wrapping the arc up, but setting it up for the next big thing for our Birds.

#8 began with bringing back someone I thought we'd never see with Batgirls ending last June, Detective Brooks.

I mean he isn't fully name-dropped but those who read Batgirls are in "the know" and it's nice continuity by Thompson in Brooks continuing his partnership with Oracle.

Even though I didn't notice him really doing much after the intro.

So let's get to the crux of this issue with it pertains to Cass.

Cass somehow flying around throwing batarangs (I'm not even gonna wanna answer where she was storing those) and fighting in high heels (just again doing a better job of it than in Batgirl #45).

I know everyone's eyes were on Barda in the fight, but you know where mine were. So yeah it was an interesting detail of Cass doing that, along with being the only Bird keeping her mask on.

Again this is a nice little touch because it shows Cass maturing and actually keeping a dual identity. Something that was quite a problem for her in Batgirl Vol. 1 at times (and some can say Tynion's Tec Knights run too).

If there's any negative (but I digress again minor nitpick) is how quickly Babs is ensnared by the mysterious force trying to end her (but #7 did showcase how easily Mari was swayed).

Anyhoot this was a fun little two-part arc and I'm really curious where the comic goes from here. Each Bird got a good moment and really the only downside was my minor nitpicks.

Birds of Prey continues to be a REAL fun series and I really do enjoy Thompson's Cass. I'm really curious given what we'll get with the character in the upcoming issues given the premise seems to be in the mind of each Bird.

#cassandra cain #dc comics #my thoughts

[balanceoflightanddark]

By the way, I just realized this as I rewatched ATLA and the live-action. Zuko was stated to be trained by Piandao how to wield the dual swords, which is one of the four major weapons in China. And in the live-action Azula was shown to be practicing archery, in some cultures, archery was one of the appropriate hobbies done by women because of how little they move and such. I suppose it adds on to how they were treated in the royal court, sorry if it's incoherent. Half-asleep and the screen is becoming a bit blurry

Sorry if I haven't responded right away.

I haven't seen the Live Action series since...well quite frankly, I haven't heard a lot of good things about them (particularly since I've heard mixed things about them supposedly deifying Zuko again). It's on the to-do list, but I wanted the heat to die down a little before giving it a shot.

sighs, having a nasty feeling I'm not going to like it

Anyways, I think it's a bit of both. Archery would be considered something up Azula's alley in terms of activities. It's considered feminine by a lot of Asian cultures, but still gets her involved in some art of combat and martial prowess. By the same token, it is considered to be one of the Six Arts as you said in Ancient China. So it could be possible that Ozai is grooming Azula that way to be his heir. Personally, I had a headcanon that archery was supposed to be a way in-universe for Azula to practice the precision and peace of mind needed to achieve lightning bending without it turning dangerous. I mean Zuko got hurt when he tried bending lightning, so we know it can be harmful when improperly handled, so it's not too much of an imagination.

With that said, I am leaning towards the former interpretation. For starters, the Fire Nation is a very militaristic and imperialistic country during the war. Indeed, the only music we see comes from Iroh and he's considered to be a bit of an outcast. The only bit of music we see being performed by the populace as a whole appears to be the anthem in "The Headband", which is basically just one big declaration of loyalty to the Fire Lord. As for the other Four Arts, we don't see them being performed, even during our time with Zuko in the Capital. Chances are if some version of them appeared in-universe, I doubt the Fire Nation would've given them much stock unless they could somehow rework that for military use.

And since Azula was conditioned so much into military life that she legitimately has trouble socializing with other people her age, I sincerely doubt she would've pursued those arts on her own unless they provided some kind of martial benefit.

We do know that the Fire Nation IS pretty gender stratified though. In this post made by the wonderful seyaryminamoto, we do know that men hold more positions of power. With the only women of nobility having little power to speak of like Ursa or Michi. Azula is the exception, but the point still stands that the Fire Nation does adhere to a lot of gender roles. In that regard, I think Zuko training with Piandao while Azula practices archery could be part of this gender stratification in action. Particularly since Ozai is apparently pitting Azula and Zuko against each other, to the point where he seems more pleased with Zuko's hunt for the Avatar than what Azula achieves.

Also, building off of that, if the Fire Nation practices the Six Arts, we should've seen Zuko practice archery by this logic. After all if Ozai pitted them against each other to determine the better heir, wouldn't it make sense for Zuko to pursue them as well as Azula?

Anyways, thank you for your asks. Sorry again for not answering right away.

#azula #princess azula #azula meta #zuko #ozai #fire lord ozai #prince zuko #zuko meta #ozai meta #atla #avatar the last airbender #atla netflix #atla live action #netflix avatar #anon ask #anon answered #ask answered #ask me anything

[ely--sia]

08: amor vincit omnia

amor vincit omnia - love conquers all; miguel o'hara x reader fantasy au in which miguel is a powerful, famed knight of the queen and you are but a lowly commoner he rescues out of the blue. when everything is threatened to become uprooted, what is left?

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snow covers everything, the green of summer and the following red-orange of autumn now nowhere to be seen. patricia tells you that the year is almost over.

you two had become even closer since that night, teetering on the line of becoming lovers. however, neither one of you have the courage to lift the soft veil separating one from the other. you can see a shadow of him, faint and blinking in and out of sigh tlike a small flame. every time you reach out, you swear that this time, your hand will touch warm skin, but it grasps at nothing, the outline of miguel, broad and tall and beautiful, gone as if it had never been there.

still, it is undeniable that miguel cares for you, and it is undeniable that you care for him as well. even a blind man would be able to tell. for instance, miguel insists that you do not know how to dress for the cold, so you ask him to dress you instead. every morning, miguel comes to your room a little bit earlier to choose your dresses for the day. he swears that he does not think you pleasing to look at, but you notice how his eyes linger, how his gifts become more frequent. then, when miguel heads to his study, sometimes you go with him. miguel works while you sit by his window to keep him company. sometimes, lyla sits with you, and the two of you speak quietly as he works. and sometimes you fall asleep, giving into the lulls of the afternoon sun or the rising moon. every time that you do, you wake up on the sofa instead, with a coat of his as a blanket. miguel insists that you are a nuisance, that you should return to your room and rest next time, but you have gotten too good at reading the true meaning behind miguel’s words to truly believe that he is annoyed.

and sometimes, miguel takes a few of his men on short campaigns, lasting three days at most. he goes to slay the few stray beasts that wander into town. he always returns victorious. after all, he is the renowned and feared sword of the queen, her crazed hunting dog. they say that he is the reincarnation of achilles himself. you think that it must be true. both his battle prowess and beauty are unmatched. no one else is more fit for that title than miguel, but whenever you bring it up, he snorts and insists that you do not indulge in such old myths, that he is nowhere near worthy of that title. and while he is gone, you are left alone. whenever you are left like this, the manor somehow feels colder. before, you would have paid no mind. there is always too much to do, from cleaning to cooking to washing. but now, you have grown tame and free under the care of miguel’s people. you do not have anything to busy yourself with. you simply wait, and wait, and wait until you finally hear the familiar thudding of furious hooves against pavestone. 

one day, miguel comes back, but he is nowhere to be seen when you run down the halls to the large doors. you feel a pang of disappointment and worry strike your heart. the worry lights a fire in you when you see the maids hauling miguel’s armor, one-by-one, covered in blood. your eyes widen and you can feel your fingertips getting cold in fear. 

“is that,” you start, mouth getting drier by the second, “is that miguel’s blood?”

you dread the reply that is to come, but a knight simply laughs. 

“no, he would never fall victim to something as small as this,” his eyes twinkle as he speaks of his leader, “that is ogre blood. he was covered in it, head to toe.”

you let out a breath as your hammering heart begins to calm. but if he is safe, then where is he? why is he not here, polishing his beloved armor himself?

“the lord is outside, at the small well in the garden. he insisted on cleaning up before he came in,” a maid says, holding back a small giggle as she looks at you. 

it is a cold day. you are almost shivering inside the manor, so you cannot even imagine how cold it is outside. you do not understand his actions. you had half expected the well to be frozen with how cold it had been recently. before you can even think, your feet take you to the small well, where you know miguel is. he is exactly where the maids had told you he had gone. miguel is shirtless and glistening with the cold water from the well. his bare body is sculpted so beautifully, rippling with muscle underneath his tan skin. just looking at him, you can almost feel the sun burning against your skin as it had surely done his. there are mountains of words that you would use to describe miguel, but the one word that you would choose if you had to would be pretty. miguel is a pretty, pretty man. and perhaps you had missed him more than you had realized, because your face burns bright when you are met with the sight of him. his eyes widen in surprise as he sees you. 

“why are you outside? is it not cold?” you ask. your own face stings from the harsh winter wind. 

“i am fine. you are cold. go back inside. i will only be a moment,” he says, scrubbing at his skin and hair. 

“you should have just gone inside for a bath,” you do not understand why he chooses to be outside. 

“i was covered in ogre blood. it is a disgusting thing, and smells even worse. i did not want to bring it into the manor.”

“but the maids seem fine with it. they were hauling in your bloodied armor. stop being stubborn and come inside,” you wish he could just listen to you sometimes. but miguel is miguel, and if he is anything, he is stubborn. 

“no,” his answer is short and clear. 

but you have lived with miguel for so long now, and you know how to be just as stubborn and bull-headed as he is. 

“then i will not go inside either,” you respond, pulling your dress up slightly to sit down on the ground. you wrap your shawl around you tightly to emphasize how cold you are. 

“what? what are you doing? go inside,” his face contorts into one of frustration and annoyance as he looks down at you. 

you simply turn your face from him, refusing to listen. he will go inside, and you will stay outside with him until he does. miguel groans as he realizes this himself.

“this blood is sticky and stubborn and disgusting. i was sticky and disgusting. i did not want you to see it,” he sighs as he finally confesses the truth, “so go inside. you are shivering. i am nearly done,” he tries to explain to you, hoping that you will give up at his sincerity. 

it does not work. 

“do you think me so weak that i will faint at the sight of blood? am i so haughty that i will not allow you in your own home because you are bloodied?” you glare at him from the corner of your eyes. you are growing colder by the minute, but you still hope that he will give in. 

miguel looks at you incredulously. 

“what does this have to do with any of that?” he cries out. he groans. perhaps he should consider being less stubborn. around you, at least. you learn too quickly for his liking. 

you glance up at him, waiting for the moment he will sigh and finally break, trying to seem as unwilling as possible as he does whatever you ask. 

“i am getting cold,” you say.

“fine. you are so annoying,” he rolls his eyes. he chooses to leave his tunic on the grass, the white of it darkened by blood-red. 

you grin as you jump up, cheeks red from the biting wind. miguel grumbles as he walks, and you walk quicker to match his wide gait. he tries to keep up his annoyed facade, but he cannot help the small smile that forms on his lips as he looks at you. 

“you must be freezing,” you laugh as you take your shawl off and put it around him. 

he tries to push you off, but your touch is gone before he knows it, replaced by your flowing shawl around his broad, bare shoulders. 

“you must keep it on,” you pout as he frowns, “otherwise i will not go inside,” you fight back a laugh at his expression. 

his face is incredulous, as if he cannot deal with you anymore, but he still complies. you laugh as you run after him, your shorter legs naturally falling behind his almost inhumanly longer ones. miguel finally enters the manor, still shirtless and, despite complaining, with your shawl still wrapped around him. your heart sings with joy as you find yourself in miguel’s presence once more, and regardless of how much miguel feigns annoyance, you know that his does too.

then suddenly, in the middle of the coldest month of winter, miguel is called to lead an expedition. you do not know for what, and miguel hardly tells you either. he says that you do not need to trouble your mind with such violence. but regardless of what he is called to do, miguel has to leave, and you worry. yes, for yourself, but mostly for miguel. you had heard him say that it is the most dangerous time of the year now, with beasts growing hungry and territorial. all of his other men are equally confused: this is the first time that they had been called to action in the colder months, during the coldest days of winter, at that. miguel himself seems perplexed by the sudden campaign as well, but it seems that he cannot deny his queen. still, miguel reassures you that it will be fine, that he is the miguel o’hara. he tells you that he has slain giants and harpies and dragons with ease, but this does not mean anything to you. when you tell him this, his face falls slightly, as if he knows that he cannot console you, but it is gone before you can say anything. miguel is not afraid of the quest itself. he does not worry or doubt; it would not matter even if he did. miguel is upset because he does not want to leave you for so long. even if he pushes on with everything he has, he knows that it will still take him until the end of the year for him to return home. he does not know if he can bear it: despite how hard he tries to push it down, to ignore it, the absence of you seems more harsh than the harsh winter snow or the angry winds or the snapping jaws of any creature or beast combined.

the night before he leaves, miguel comes to your room. it is so late that the stars are nearly gone. you are not asleep, however. not yet. you sit quietly, alone, next to the window, as you rub the sleep away from your eyes in hopes that miguel will come. and he does. the door opens and your head snaps towards the sound. a multitude of emotions fill your heart, but in your mind, there is only a single thought: miguel is here. it echoes in your head until it is the only thing you can think of. miguel walks towards you. he is still dressed in his black tunic and equally dark pants. the swell of the muscles of his chest peeks out from underneath the tunic, highlighted by the soft night. he must have been working until now. 

“miguel,” you say, your lips curving up gently. you do not realize that you are smiling. around miguel, it is as natural and sure as breathing or blinking.

miguel’s lips part slightly, as if there are so many things that are pushing to come out of his mouth that they force it open. he pushes it all down and comes to sit in front of you. miguel closes the window. 

“it is cold. why do you never listen?” he chides gently. it seems that out of everything that he holds delicately on his tongue, this is the one he chooses. miguel quietly berates himself for never being able to say what he means. he wishes desperately to be soft, to have the courage to do so. but he is a coward, and he is always too harsh and too rough. he worries that one day, you will find yourself cut one too many times by his thorny words and leave. however, contrary to his words, his face is so soft when he looks upon you that any stinging thorns are turned into nothing but sweet feathers that tickle and tease your skin.

“if it was too warm, i would have fallen asleep,” you reply, still smiling. his words, unintentionally biting and fierce, do not affect you at all. 

“you should be asleep. it is late.”

“you worry too much. i can sleep tomorrow, or the day after that, or the day after that. but i will not be able to see you for quite a while.” your smile grows sweeter.

a silence flows between you for a while. both you and miguel simply indulge in each other’s presence, trying to commit the feeling of the other to memory. every gaze, every breath, every rise and fall of the chest. you try to consume all of it, all of him, to drink him in and keep him hidden and safe and close against your chest. even now, you worry that when you close your eyes, you will begin to forget miguel, piece by piece, until nothing is left.

“when will you be back?” you finally start to speak again. there is a sort of emptiness when you try and imagine your days without miguel. 

“soon,” miguel replies. 

his voice is nonchalant. then, he looks away and swallows hard, and you already know that it will not be soon. you have listened to miguel for so long that you know the truth behind even a single breath. but you let it pass. perhaps you want to believe it yourself, that in just a few days, the gates will open like always as he leads his cheering men victoriously back to their homes.

silence falls once more. there is too much that wants, needs, to be said. then, miguel speaks first this time. 

“and you. do not step foot outside of the manor,” he says, voice quiet and rough. he makes sure that you understand that what he is saying is final, but he suddenly worries that it is too much. too much to ask, to demand. too much bite in his words. he does not mean it, not in the way that he had said it. he grows quiet again for a moment. 

“please,” he adds, this time more quietly than before. miguel is a fearful man deep inside, and sometimes, the fear that he tries to hide grows to consume him. he hopes that you understand.

“okay,” you smile. you see what he is saying underneath the rough exterior, “i will be safe. do not worry about me.”

if anyone should worry, it should be you, you think. you do not understand why he is so wound up tightly for you. 

miguel takes a look at you, gaze filled with fear and longing, then sighs as he looks back down. 

“you do not understand.”

you can only smile as he says this.

“it is okay. i do not understand, and that is fine. because i will be okay, regardless of what happens.” 

a part of you wants to be selfish, to beg him not to go. he has never denied you before, and you think, hope, that he will indulge you once more. no matter how many times you swallow the ugly feeling down, it rises back up twice as strong as before. 

“and you,” you begin, mouth becoming dry suddenly, “you have to come back, okay?”

miguel’s face falls for a moment to betray his true emotions, but it is gone quicker than it comes. 

“i will,” the words sound foreign as he says them. his throat bobs as he repeats the words, more surely this time, “i will.”

“because if you do not return, then i swear to the heavens that i will never eat with you again,” you say, an empty threat meant to lighten the mood, “and i will never accept your presents, and i will never let you see me.”

miguel laughs. you wish to keep this moment with you forever. 

“then i will have to be back. i have no other choice,” miguel smiles, face illuminated by the dark blue of the night sky flowing through the window. 

the night sky slowly brightens until the moon and the stars disappear. they leave glistening tears of farewell upon the flowers and the moss and the leaves. you and miguel continue to talk, and then it is time for him to leave. before you know it, you are standing in front of the huge oak doors of the manor with lyla and the maids. miguel and his men do their final checks and begin to mount their steeds, one by one. you can see that miguel is ready to leave now, but he does not. there is an expression on his face that you cannot quite place as he looks at you. suddenly, you are a small child again, trying to hold back your tears as you watch your father leave your home once again to journey to the city. you know that miguel will be back, and you know that he will be safe, but you still do not want him to leave. you simply stand there, a storm of feelings shadowing over your heart as you clasp your hands tightly behind your back. you do not know if you will be able to stop yourself from reaching out to him if you let your hands go. you worry that they will latch onto him like vines and never let him go. there are words that threaten to burst out of your chest. you try and swallow them all down as miguel finally tears his gaze from you and mounts his black steed. 

“miguel, wait,” you call out. his name falls from your lips before you know it. 

miguel turns to look at you, as if he had been waiting for you to say something. lyla and the maids bow and rush inside before you can do anything else, and miguel’s men begin to head towards the gate. it is just the two of you now, once again. 

with fingers numb from the cold, you carefully untie a ribbon from your hair. it flows brilliant white in the wind. you grasp it in your hands as you silently whisper a prayer to the winds. then, you hold it up to him so that he may take it. 

“i am sorry that this is all i can give you,” you say. 

miguel takes it from your fingers, touch softer than a feather. the ribbon looks so small in his hands that you worry that it will disappear. he ties it around the hilt of his sword. the ribbon glows softly against the black leather. 

“i swear it to you that i will return this to you unsullied. i will tie it into your hair myself when i return,” he says. his voice is soft. 

you cannot say anything more. you are sure that if you open your mouth again, you will beg him to stay. you bite your tongue and stand in silence. 

“and i have something to tell you. when i return,” he is more resolute now, and his gaze is filled with a fire that you do not know. 

“i only wish that you return safe,” you smile, “you do not have to swear anything else.”

“but i already have,” he replies, a smile in his voice. 

he opens his mouth like he wants to say something more, but he stops himself before he can. instead, he reluctantly says his final farewell. as his men join him at the gates, you can feel the thudding of their horses beneath your feet. it is as if the ground speaks to you. when it is finally gone, you return to the manor. and inside, there is an emptiness that chills you to your bones. it is nothing like the cold of the winter; instead, it seeps into you slowly, like a cloth dipped in water. it makes your body feel heavier and heavier with each passing day.

you try and keep yourself busy. you beg the maids to help them around the manor, and they let you sometimes, albeit reluctantly. it reminds you of before, when your home was not this huge manor, but a house on the verge of breaking down. you cook sometimes as well, and you read. lyla had been told by miguel to not let you do any menial chores, for he had worried that your hands would grow rough and calloused, but she takes pity on you and lets you do some of the paperwork with her instead. she says that you are quite skilled, and you are happy to be able to help out. but you worry that there are too little chores to finish and too little books to read, and you will run out before miguel ever returns. you worry that if that happens, the emptiness will consume you until you are nothing more than a statue. being lonely is a luxury, one that you had never been able to experience. to be able to bask in such feelings had been something that you could never afford to do. the life of a common person is far too busy to dwell on the past. there is always money to be made and work to be done, and if you had been asked about being so lonely in the past, you would have laughed out loud, for you had never experienced such a thing before. but now, you are forced into it, and you desperately lack the experience to be able to face it. 

sometimes, when a breeze crosses your path, you swear that it brings with it parts of miguel. sometimes, you swear that you can feel a gentle touch on your shoulders, exactly where miguel had touched you whenever he lent you his coat. on days like this, you smile and pray that he is well. you pray to the gods that the winter treats him well, for you know how unforgiving it can be. you wonder if he thinks about you as much as you do him. does he dream of your touch as well? does he sometimes hear your voice in the howling wind? does he pray to the gods for you as you do him? does miguel hold you dear to his heart as well? you hope that he does. and that is all you can do, hope. 

but when days turn into weeks, which then turn into months, it is hard to keep hoping. it is hard to only rely on prayers and hopes alone to keep you afloat. the year passes as if it is such a small thing, to move into a new year. you do not even notice it until lyla points it out. still, miguel is nowhere to be seen. and then one day, two moons since the beginning of the new year, the horns ring throughout the town. you had not realized that this sound had become so welcome to you, but the moment you hear it, something in your chest is lifted off. but you cannot afford to feel so happy, not yet. from the distance, you hear the townspeople cheering before you can see the men on their horses riding through the streets. their flag, navy and red and proud, waves in the wind victoriously. finally, a wave of relief washes through you. you rush outside, and the large gates of the manor slowly push open. you can feel the thudding of hooves against the ground. before you know it, miguel is in front of you once more. he is miguel, same as you remember, from his skin to his hair to his face to his body. the entire manor is bustling once again, with maids frantically hauling pieces of armor from the soldiers. miguel tells them that they can head to the town for the return festival or remain at the manor to rest. soon, everyone is rushing inside the manor to get everything ready. and for a moment, in between all of the bustling, miguel simply sits atop his horse and looks at you, gaze unreadable. warmth fills your body, overflowing onto your cheeks and the tips of your ears. miguel is back, and he has brought spring with him.

“welcome back,” your voice sounds foreign amidst the beating of your own heart in your ears. 

wordlessly, he dismounts, taking off his worn leather gloves, and from the hilt of his sword, he unties a ribbon. it shines a pristine white, a huge contrast against the bloodied leather. he towers over you, but you do not feel even an inkling of fear. rather, you can feel nothing but his gentleness. it thaws your frozen skin deep down to your bones. it makes flowers bloom upon your own cheeks. in your chest, you feel as if you are being tickled by a feather. you try to make it stop, but it does not: it only leaves you breathless and laughing and red. there is such irony in feeling only gentleness from a man who kills thousands. he reaches out a hand and ties the ribbon into your hair. it is messy and rough and childish. 

“sorry,” his voice is gruff. 

“i have waited so long. you have more to say than an apology,” you smile. 

“i do,” miguel hums, and you almost keen into him, his voice. 

“then you must tell me. i cannot read minds, after all.”

miguel opens his mouth, but closes it as if he cannot say it. not yet. his face is dark, as if he still has something left to finish. what more is left? you cannot bear to see him leave once more. 

“are you leaving again?” you almost whisper. you are worried that if you say it too loud, then the gods will hear it and make it true. 

his face twists as he grits his teeth. you swear that he growls for a moment. in that moment, you see a miguel that is different from the one you know. you wait, and wait, and wait, but he does not deny it. 

“please, just tell me.”

“no,” he finally spits out. in that moment, you think that miguel might rip himself apart. 

“it is okay. i can listen. do not worry,” you try and console him, a hand reaching out and touching his arm. but it does not meet warm skin. instead, all you feel is hard iron, cold and unfeeling. 

“no, you do not understand,” his voice is like thunder. it is so, so loud that you swear it rattles your bones. for a moment, he breathes heavily, eyes clouded with fear. then, he becomes quiet once more, “you must come to the capital. it is by order of the queen.”

he detests himself for having to tell you all of this. he detests himself for letting the wotan learn about your existence. he had never wanted this to happen. he had hoped and prayed that you could be kept a secret. he had begged to any god or demon or spirit, anyone that would listen, that you be kept out of the wotan’s sight. but how could he hope for such a foolish thing? his hands are forever stained a deep crimson, and his soul is so tainted that even beasts quiver in fear. what god, what demon would listen to his begging? he should have known. she is all-seeing and all-knowing and all-encompassing; it had been drilled into his bones when he had been taken in as a soldier at ten, and again and again ever since. now, these are the consequences of defying her word. he does not know if he can take it, not again. not after what had happened to gabriella. the wotan is a cruel ruler. she does what is necessary, regardless of what it takes. and you will pay for his selfishness. miguel does not even feel sadness or anger or fear. not anymore. it had piled and piled on top of each other until suddenly, miguel had felt nothing. there is just a profound emptiness where everything used to be. miguel is a naturally fearful man. when even his fears cannot amount to anything, like a cornered animal finding out that its teeth cannot bite hard enough, what does he have left?

miguel had learned the answer when gabriella had been taken from him, and he learns it again as he helplessly watches you walk into the wotan’s hands on your own two feet. 

there is nothing left but despair.

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A/N: WOOHOO NEXT CHAPTER!!! im probably going to have to extend this story by a few chapters (less than five i promis)!!!

also if it isn't clear (it probably isn't sorry!!) i tried to make the queen the embodiment of the spiderverse itself like the entire world do u guys get it?!?!!?!?

i really appreciate all fo ur comments and likes n everything!!!!! im really bad at checking for those but im like so in love w every single one of u i hope u know <333

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[peterpcrkcr]

Shy Girl | Peter Parker x Reader

Third person pov.

Requested by @z-iridest

3.4 k words. One shot. I definitely could see me writing more lol.

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The final bell of school was about to roll on Monday. This wasn’t your average monday. It was the day a big news story was going to break and the nerves inside Peter Parker were building up.

“Alright everybody it’s the last week of school so listen up.” Mr. Harrington said in his usual anxious drol. “We have a lot to get through as you’re going to be seniors next year. That means more training, more studying, and more mental dexterity.”

No one was listening. A quiet roar of excited young minds sharing their summer plans drowned out the nearly useless info he was producing.

“Excuse me,” he said a little louder to possibly break through the chatter. “Don’t you guys care about my plans to hold up your brain prowess over the summer?”

“If I’m being honest, no.” Flash Thompson, the alternate for the team who rarely ever came to meetings spoke up. Everyone listened. Everyone except for Peter who was enthralled in a diagram he was making to keep his thoughts in order. There was too much he needed to do by the end of the week to make sure everything was covered for a full summer of crime saving. “We’re all busy worrying about what we actually give a shit about.”

“And what would that be Mr. Thompson?” The teacher asked, though plainly uninterested.

“The massive summer kickoff pool party I’m throwing this Saturday at my mansion!” He said to many cheers and applause of favor. Flash crossed his arms and nodded his head, a smug look of accomplishment across his face.

“Now that’s fine and all but we really need to be focusing on how you guys are going to-“ Mr. Harrington started to rebuff but a knock on the open door stopped him mid sentence.

“Um, Mr. Harrington?” A woman’s voice called from the doorway.

“Yes?” He responded as all the kids turned their heads toward the door.

“I know this is incredibly last minute but we have a new student at Midtown and even though the decathlon season is over, we’d like her to join now so she can feel nice and welcome come next semester.” The administrator spoke.

“Yes, that's fine.” Mr. Harrington said, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

The female administrator closed the door, leaving the students to their chatter.

“Now- Flash don’t you think there are more important things to worry about than some party you won’t remember in 20 years?” Mr. Harrington posed to his most ruthless student.

“It’s okay Mr. Harrington, you don’t have to be sad that you were never invited to parties when you were in high school.” Flash responded to a gasp and a chuckle from the crowd.

Peter couldn’t have been more uninterested. Mind wrapped up in a web of tangled thoughts and nerves and worry. 17 years old and on top of the world. He died and was brought back after half of the planet disappeared. He made a hundred powerful friends and made the news a million times. Well, not him necessarily but he was still doing really well for himself. High grades, and life was pretty easy when Happy was in charge of him considering the man was so busy running Tony Stark's estate. A deep sadness hung over Peter though. Not only had so many great things happened, many terrible and heart wrenching things had as well. He felt a sharp heat start to prick the back of his neck.

“Im gonna go to the bathroom.” He said curtly as he stood quickly from the table to walk out of the room. He stopped just a little down the hallway, not even 20 feet from the classroom he was just in.

His breathing started to quicken. Sweat beads popped up on his forehead. His fists clenched at his sides. Maybe it was too much. He wasn’t even a legal adult and yet it was like the whole world was in his shoulders. And there didn’t seem to be single person who could possibly help lift it for him.

Peter closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Two. His shoulders relaxed. Three breaths and his fists unfurled. Four and the color returned to his face.

When he turned on his heel to head back to the room, he opened his eyes and saw a girl standing across the hall. He felt a shiver down his spine and his eyes went wide. The red returned to his face, but the color of embarrassment.

She met his gaze with wide eyes of her own. A hard pink blush bloomed over her cheeks for being caught. She had watched him leave the room and calm down. She looked down quickly.

“Been there long-?” He asked her. She nodded. “That’s embarrassing.”

“Don’t be embarrassed-“ she said quickly, still gazing at the floor. “I was doing the same thing.”

“What?” He asked, confused. “You were out here taking deep breaths so you didn’t freak out in front of everyone you know?”

“Not exactly.” She moved her foot to twiddle with a spare pencil on the ground. “I was taking deep breaths though.”

“Why?” Genuinely, Peter wanted to know.

“Well, I’m a new student during the last week of school and I’ve had an awkward day of being introduced to people who are already fully over the school year so they haven’t really cared about being super friendly.” She said glancing up at him.

“I care-“ Peter blurted out. She let out a soft burst of a laugh. “I mean. I care that you’re having a hard time. I’ve lived here my whole life so I don’t really have that problem, but I definitely know how you feel.”

“You do?” She asked, fully meeting his gaze.

“Yeah,” he smiled at her.

For a moment it was just the two of them standing in the hallway, looking into each others eyes. A silent understanding of emotion holding all of the space between them.

“Do you need help finding your class or something?” He offered.

“Ummm… not really. I was supposed to go into the room you came out of for another introduction but I couldn’t do it.” She looked away, at some student made poster celebrating the end of the school year. Peter looked over her with a soft gaze. She could feel his eyes tracing over her. “It was making me a little anxious.”

“Right-“ he stopped his eyes from wandering and placed a hand on the back of his neck. “Oh! You’re the new student!”

“Yeah.” She chuckled nervously. “That’s me.”

“I’m Peter.” He said offering the hand on the back of his neck to her.

She crossed the hallway and met his gaze. Peter’s eyes fluttered as her perfume filled his senses. Her skin looked soft and her hair was fluffed. Eyes a little red. Possibly from crying, he thought. When she took his hand he felt another shiver up his spine.

“I’m (y/n).” She smiled. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.” They dropped hands and immediately his hand felt cold again.

“We should probably head in.” She said ducking her head toward the classroom. Peter didn’t move his eyes from her. Something was different about her. Something gentle and soft. She reminded him of a doe. Delicate and stuck in the middle of the street. His weakness. “Peter?”

“Oh, yeah. We should.” He didn’t make a move to the room though. He couldn’t. This was the first time in months that he felt his mind quiet down.

For a silent beat they locked eyes once more. There was a tenderness to it. Sharing a moment of vulnerability with a complete stranger wasn’t common for most people, but Peter had had his fair share. This was different though, because she couldn’t see Spider-Man. She couldn’t see any of it. She only saw Peter. Midtown student and anxious student.

The bell rang, unleashing them from their gaze and the students from their rooms. As the doors flew open, endless conversations erupted into the hall, filling their warm silence.

Mr. Harrington and Flash hadn’t finished their debate about partying as they headed Peters way down the hall.

“Oh! Mr. Parker!” Mr. Harrington smiled. “You must’ve found our new student!”

“Come on now Porker, you didn’t think you could call dibs before anyone even saw her, did you?”

Flash said as he pulled Peter into a tight Noogie.

Peter shoved him with a little extra strength, making Flash clash just enough with Mr. Harrington to knock his glasses off his face. Students walking by trampled right over them. The poor broke teacher bent down and picked them up.

“It’s going to be a fun summer.” Mr. Harrington said, putting the shattered glasses back on. “See you guys Wednesday.”

With that, he was off.

“Whatever Porker.” Flash said, hurrying down the hall.

This left Peter and (y/n) alone once more. Even though it wasn’t even close to silent, when he looked at her he could only hear his own heartbeat in his ears.

“I guess that means the day’s over…” she said sheepishly.

“Y-yeah… right. Okay. Well I’ll see you Wednesday?” He asked. She nodded and started as though she would walk away. He gently pinched her elbow to stop her, which sent a shockwave from her skin to his fingertips as he did it. “Hey-“

“Y-yes?” She asked stopping close to him. So close he could feel the faintest sip of her breath on his face. She didn’t look at his eyes though. Her face was very red and he could almost hear how fast her heart was beating.

“If you need anything this week I’m here for you.” He said in earnest. When she looked into his eyes again he almost wanted to say forever, but forever was never a possibility for him.

“Th-thanks, Peter.” She said with the cutest stutter, her eyes drifting to his hand. He started to blush when he realized he was still holding her elbow. He dropped his hand and looked away. “See you around.”

“Yeah. See ya.” He said, and with that she was off.

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“Dude you missed Flash’s party announcement.” Peter said as he spun another web to swing on his way home from school. Ned Leeds, his best and most trusted friend, was on a video call in Peter’s mask.

“It’s not my fault my aunts came to town for the spring parade. We’re doing all the touristy stuff. I can’t tell you all the stuff I learned about the Chrysler Building today. I felt like I was in school anyway-“ Ned said making Peter grin. “Wait, since when do you care about Flash’s dumb parties? Especially after the one sophomore year?”

Peter’s eyes widened in surprised thought. Ned was right. Why did he care about the party?

“I don’t know. Other than that it was a normal day.” Peter said shaking it off

“Nah, I can tell something’s up with you. Is it about the news announcement today?” Ned asked. Peter had almost forgotten about that considering his mind was wrapped around (y/n) all day.

Peter smiled. He was glad to find out he wasn’t worrying about his usual problems. Something much more exciting had entered his life.

“Well there’s a new girl and she-“

“Dude no!” Ned said. “Leave it to you to meet someone the last week of school. I’ve been single since Betty and I broke up. Wait until college, dude. That’s where the babes will be.”

Peter laughed and shook his head as he dropped in the alley by his apartment for one. 17 and living alone. He could handle it but he had never been lonelier in his life.

“You wanna come over and play COD?” He asked as he threw his backpack in his apartment window.

“Nah, I can’t. My aunties want to go to that cafe where people scream Broadway music at you while you eat.” Ned said smacking his tongue on the top of his mouth.

“Don’t have too much fun.” Peter said jokingly.

“Oh I won’t.” Ned said making Peter chuckle to himself. “I’ll be at school tomorrow morning but I’m leaving at lunch to go see a matinee of Bye Bye Birdie.”

“On a Tuesday?” Peter asked.

“It’s a seniors only showing.” Ned responded. “With the alternate cast.”

“Good luck with that.” Peter said.

“Thanks. Honestly I think I need it more than you right now.”

“Catch ya later.” Peter said. Ned threw up a peace sign and the call was over.

Peter was about to climb inside when his spider senses started going off. Something was wrong.

He closed his window and took off out of the alley. He followed the hairs on his arms toward the feeling. He started to hear the commotion as he moved to the end of the street.

Two men were cornering a young woman by some bodega dumpsters.

“I don’t have anything-“ she said with a teary, terrified voice. “Please, just go!”

“Not gonna happen little lady.” One of the thugs said, rolling up his sleeve.

“Yeah, I see that gold watch you’re wearing. And it ain’t a fake.” The second moron said as they both moved closer to her. Her back was flush against the dumpster and Peter didn’t really have a good view of the situation. No time to waste.

He shot a web at the second thug and threw him hard against the wall of the electronics sales shop next door. (Y/n) screamed in shock.

The second thug turned and started barreling toward Peter, but Peter was faster. He threw one web at his feet, encasing them together. The thug fell flat on his face, but reached quickly into his pocket for a knife.

Peter dodged it, and as it flew by his face he shot a web and the thugs back and whipped him up and into the dumpster, hard.

At this point a small crowd had gathered to watch the spectacle. The local, and world, hero had saved another citizen of New York.

He took a step toward the girl and stopped. He recognized her. (Y/n). She was crying. Shaking. Eyes wide in fear. When he stepped toward her again she tensed up and stepped even more flush against the dumpster.

“Don’t be scared.” He said reaching a hand out. She eyed him. “I’m Spider-Man.”

She didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Fear locked her up. The doe in headlights. He wanted to rip his mask off and laugh and say “haha me again!” But he wouldn’t risk that secrets weight atop her head.

“You don’t have to be afraid.” He said softly, his hand still out-stretched. She looked at his hand and relaxed her shoulders. “You can trust me.”

“You just knocked two guys out cold in like a minute. I don’t know what you could do to me.” She said with a choked voice.

“I just saved you-“ he said surprised.

“Thank you for that, I’m just taken back. You… you really hurt them.” She looked at the man still unconscious on the ground by her feet. “He’s bleeding.”

“Yeah! I’m bleeding too!” The thug in the dumpster chimed in. Peter shook head head.

This wasn’t right. He just saved her. He just took two criminals off the map. She didn’t owe him anything, of course, but this was new.

“You’re sorry for the thugs?” He asked, dropping his hand to his side.

“Well, no…” she said, looking away. “Actually yes? Kind of? They’re still people, Spider-Man.”

“Yeah, bad people.” He said plainly.

The crowd watching were chatting amongst themselves and Peter knew he had to head out soon before the police came to investigate. And before the news bulletin came out.

“IN TODAYS NEWS!” A voice bellowed from one of the television at the electronic store. He felt every hair on his body stand straight.

“We need to go.” He said to her urging her gently with his hand stretched out to her once again. She shook her head.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” She said matter of factly.

“SPIDER-MAN IS ANNOUNCED AS THE NEWEST MEMBER OF THE AVENGERS!” The voice bellowed. The crowd standing nearby started cheering. Clapping. And closing in on Peter and (Y/n).

“You’re an avenger?” She asked, marbled eyes looking into the animated eyes of his mask. He nodded.

“Yes, now let’s go.” He said stepping toward her. The crowd moved closer to them both.

“I said im not going with y-“ she didn’t have time to finish her sentence before he webbed her hip and pulled her into his side.

Up up and away to the heights of the skyscrapers and away from the investigative crowd of adoring fans.

“What the hell!” She exclaimed as her leftover tears flew from her face as they swung through town. “PUT ME DOOOOOWN!!”

She screamed into his ear, making his grip on a web falter just a little. She gripped him tighter and as he felt her body press against his, he felt an odd mix of emotions. Annoyance for the fact that she wasn’t very happy to be near him, but solace in the fact that she didn’t know it was Peter.

But if she did? If she could know he’d just saved her life would she still have those tender eyes for him in the hallway? Would she even look at him again?

“I’ve got you.” He said in a tone so soft she felt her breath relax in her chest. “Relax.”

“How!?! I’m like 100 feet high!” She asked.

“More like 500.” He said, which made her hold him tighter. He could definitely feel her racing heart against him. “I won’t drop you.”

“You can’t tell me that!” Her eyes were closed. Closed since she lifted off of the ground.

“Feel the wind, (y/n).” She opened her eyes to stare at the masked crusader. “Enjoy the moment.”

She then felt her entire body take a deep breath. She could feel the wind on her face. The push and pull of his swinging motions. The leap of gravity as they played between the earth and the sky. She started to look around and she started to laugh.

Peter had never heard a more gleeful sound in his entire life.

“Woohoo!!” She yelled as they swung through the burough. “This is awesome!”

Peter watched where he was going most of all, but when he knew the next placement of his web, he watched her. Watched the fear fly away with the wind in her hair. He grinned at every yelp she made, every cheer. Her eyes were shining and sparkling in the light of the evening sun.

When they reached their destination, which was just around the corner from the high school, he set her down. Her legs were like jelly as she took a step. He caught her softly in his arms before she stumbled forward. This time she wasn’t afraid of his touch. She leaned into him. He could tell she could feel his warmth. His body. She wrapped her arms around him and held him. He didn’t know what to do for a second but when he wrapped his arms around her, it was like a glow covered them in their embrace.

Peter couldn’t tell if it had been a minute or ten that she held him. And she was really holding him.

“Thank you for saving me.” (Y/n) said as she pulled out of the hug. She put a large step between them. Brushed a piece of hair behind her head, and looked at the ground by his feet. “I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah…” Peter said dreamily. Until he realized who he was at the moment. He straightened up and started to chuckle with a hand on the back of his neck. “Well citizen, I’ll leave you to your day.”

“Right…” she started as though to walk away but turned quickly back to him. He tensed before she stopped right in front of him and kissed him on his clothed cheek. “Thanks again, Spider-Man.”

“Oh yeah. Yeah. Don’t mention it. Haha…” he had never been more thankful for his mask in his life as he knew he had probably never had his face this red before. “Bye.”

“Bye.” She said, pulling out her phone to make a call. Probably to her parents. Or a taxi. Or the cops.

All Peter knew were the butterflies in his stomach and how he couldn’t wait until Wednesday to see (y/n) again. He was going to ask if she wanted to go to Flash’s party with her. And he hoped more than anything that she would say yes.

#long post #sorry I’m on mobile and idk how to add a post block for a long one so I’m posting this and I’ll add it when I get on my laptop. #peter parker #Peter Parker x reader #imagine #Spider-Man #one shot #fic #wiriting

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Sword gays showdown, round 1, bracket three

Propaganda:

For Xie Lian:

The BIGGEST nerd about swords and swordfighting and martial arts it's his special interest and he's incredibly good at it! He ascended to godhood because of his prowess. He can literally defeat people with powers in swordfighting at a time he has no powers of his own. Talks people's ears off about swordfighting and recommends what specific weapon is best for them. Definitely has sword related trauma for *reasons* and doesn't like actually using them to harm anymore, but that doesn't mean he's not still incredibly skilled at using them when he needs to. And he'll still gush over any sword you give him to look at ❤️. A great quote from the book is: The Flower-Crowned Martial God: Sword in one hand, flower in the other. [they] only remembered the flower, but had forgotten:  Xie Lian ascended because of his sword.

Xie Lian basically has a special interest in swords. He's literally so good at using swords that the only person on par with him was the Heavenly Emperor and that was when he was 17!!!! He is LITERALLY "The Flower Crowned Martial God, Sword in One Hand, Flower in the Other". He knows everything about every kind of sword and all the history of every sort of legendary sword. His husband gifts him a whole armory full of swords and he spends a few hours geeking out about it. He's so good at swords he came up with a special technique to absorb the blow from two other swords so that only he himself is harmed but the other two he's trying to get to stop fighting Aren't harmed, and it's so special that he's *recognized* by it even after centuries. He also got stabbed by a sword a hundred times in one night does that count. He REALLY loves swords and is SO good at swords. He's the sword boy.

He is so incredibly autistic about swords. The author descibes him as a sword otaku. He canonically had a massive collection of swords in his youth that he carted around everywhere and wore a different one each day so they would all be appreciated. His love interests most successful flirtation was showing him his armory and just letting him run around picking everything up and infodumping about swords for several hours. Also he could wreck anyone. AND he's gay.

For Quanxi:

She has swords and is very fast, so can use them to kill people before they even realize she is there. She also has four girlfriends.

Quanxi has four girlfriends and says rawr.  The first time we see her, she slices so many peoples' heads off in a split second that she has to get out a second sword.

#sword gays showdown #xie lian #tgcf #tian guan ci fu #quanxi #chainsaw man #csm #heaven official's blessing

[callmemrskenway]

Ok, im not good at trying to say things so if this sounds super weird im sorry.

What about headcanons (Gender neutral reader) with Reader and MK crushing super hard on on eachother, but reader is also being trained by Macaque? so Macaque is the readers mentor? i can imagine Sun Wukong and Macaque teasing MK and the reader XD

sorry if this is too much haha

DADCAQUE CONTENT Y E S- Also kinda made this a progression thing from s1 to s3 so SPOILER ALERT, also, this is literally my brain just dumping out things and scenarios because I was hella excited for this!

- Honestly I can see Macaque training you if only to prove that he's a better mentor than Wukong and that he can make a protégé stronger than MK.

- We see how brutal he can be training with MK so he is like that with you but he does end up being a bit softer the more and more he starts to care about you. He has to hurt you to make you stronger, in his mind, but he knows it'll pay off in the end.

- He trains you with one enemy in mind, the Monkie Kid. And so you end up having this goal of being stronger than someone you never met and forging this one sided rivalry in your head.

- When you try to get close to him to lower his gaurd and try to steal his powers again or to weaken him, you don't expect him to have...so much golden retriever energy or be as adorable as he is.

- MK is just immediately drawn to you as well. You're mysterious at first but once he gets past that aloof and cold persona you put on, you're actually really adorable and he tells you that too.

- No but Macaque and You having that one moment from the Hercules Movie with Hades and Megara once you start having second thoughts:

Macaque: I can't believe you're getting worked up over some...GUY!

Y/n: This one is different! He's honest a-and he's sweet-

Macaque: Please.

Y/n: And he'd never do anything to hurt me!

Macaque: HE'S A GUY.

(I'm sorry, when I saw the request, I immediately thought of this scene)

- But anyways, yes, when its time to reveal that you're not who you seem, MK is heartbroken but he teams up with his mentor to take you and your mentor down.

- You surprise EVERYONE with your abilities and fighting prowess and if he wasn't the one you were fighting, MK wouldn't have any problem admitting that he kinda finds that attractive. But he IS your opponent so he doesn't find it attractive and means that its all the more reason to take you and your mentor down.

- But then you skillfully dodge his next barrage of attacks and land an uppercut kick to his face before landing a blow and, yes it hurts, but it was also kinda cool. He'll give you that-

- It does hurt him because he trusted you and he kinda doesn't like you for a while because he believes that everything you two did was jus an act. Wukong tries to comfort him about it

- Meanwhile you're a bit distracted as you spar with your mentor because you keep thinking about MK so moments where Macaque notices you spacing off during a fight until he just stops training and is all: "Why are you so distracted? Is it because of MK again?"

- "Huh- N-NO, OF COURSE NOT. IT'S NOT BECAUSE OF MK AT ALL- i just, uh...am worried if I left the stove on?"

- Yeah, it's so VERY clear that you and MK got it bad for each other and obviously it's not good, at least, not in your mentors eyes but at the same time, it is kinda ironic in a way.

- SO EXPECT MACAQUE TO TRY AND USE YOU TO BRING MK TO THE DARKSIDE AND WUKONG TRYING TO USE MK TO BRING YOU TO THE LIGHT SIDE.

- but now focusing on you and MK, when you two meet again, MK is emotional and hurt and it's obvious he's trained harder just to fight you but before he lands the final blow to knock you unconscious, he gives you those puppy dog eyes and asks: "Was everything we did together...when we first met, was any of that real? Or was it all fake?"

- And you don't know what to say, because, like...you don't even know yourself. Yeah, at first it was fake but then you got comfortable with him and haven't been able to get him off of your mind since but...but-

- You don't ever get to answer his question as Macaque uses his shadow powers to teleport you back to him, immediately worried when he sees MK's fist raised towards you.

- But also, anon, you are so right, Wukong and Macaque would also tease the life out of their students.

- Wukong just being all: "Now, MK, we're going up against Macaque. So, try to focus on taking down Macaqye and not eyeing his student."

- MK: "EYEING, WHAT- I DON'T EYE THEM. I JUST...uh...I don't know...but I DON'T EYE THEM."

- And then meanwhile, moments where Macaque is all: "He's coming, are you sure you can handle him, kiddo?"

- You: "Of course I can, why wouldn't I?"

- And then he just gives you this smug smile and you feel embarrassed because you know he knows about your crush on MK so you just glare back at him and pout and look the other way, which makes him laugh.

- NO BUT INFURIATINGLY CLOSE MOMENTS WHERE YOU AND MK ARE GONNA CONFESS TO EACH OTHER BUT YOU NEVER GET THE CHANCE.

- Also scenarios where you and him are supposed to work together and at first, you guys act like you can't stand each other but slowly you guys become closer and closer.

- Like lets say a demon kidnaps the both of you because of your mentors and you and MK have to work together to get out.

- First its arguments of: "Well, well, if it isn't the Monkie Kid!"/ "AT LEAST I'M NOT A LIAR!"/ but then you two realize you have to come to a truce and such so that's what you do and as you help each other, you get reminded of things you like about each other.

- MK gets injured and you check in on him and he's surprised but smiles at you because HE KNEW YOU GENUINELY CARED FOR HIM. But then you get all tsundere and try to deny it.

- OKAY BUT THEN S3 COMES AROUND AND LADY BONE DEMON TAKES YOU AS A HOSTAGE AND THAT'S ANOTHER REASON WHY MACAQUE HAS TO BRING BACK MK AND WUKONG.

- And MK notices you're not with him and he gets angry at Macaque because YOU'RE HIS STUDENT. HE WAS SUPPOSED TO PROTECT YOU. NOW YOU'RE IN THE HANDS OF THE LADY BONE DEMON AND- AND- YOU'RE PROBABLY SUFFERING AND-

- Yeah, they definetly get into a fight and Macaque is all: "Yeah, but its your fault too. If you truly cared about them, then you'd come with me-"

- Obviously MK declines and fights him and then the canon stuff happens but he feels more motivated than ever to get the rings of Samadhi and stop the Lady Bone Demon.

- OKAY BUT WHAT IF SINCE YOU'RE MACAQUE'S STUDENT YOU END UP HAVING A BIT OF THE SAME TELEKINETIC ABILITIES AS MK TOO. OR LIKE, HE USES HIS TELEKINESIS WITH YOU AND YOU USE YOUR SHADOWS TO COMMUNICATE WITH HIM.

- Like at first you managed to send a shadow to let him know you're okay (which is a lie, LBD isn't exactly known to treat her prisoners well) and talk to him and then he tries to gain his telekinesis powers so he can appear to you as well.

- Overall when he does defeat the Lady Bone Demon, he is so excited to see you're okay, a bit bruised up but fine and the both of you don't even care who sees anymore, you run to each other and do a dramatic "you jump into MK's arms and he lifts you into the air as you both share a passionate kiss" kinda of moment, everyone is cheering except for Wukong and Macaque, who are taking in the scene.

- Wukong: "You owe him, you know. He saved your disciple."

- Macaque: "Yeah, I know. Plus, he makes (Y/n) happy and thats all I could hope for them."

- Obviously Macaque is awkward when he tries to check on you, since its his fault you got mixed up with LBD anyways but then you hug him and tell him you're glad he's alright and he smiles and hugs you back.

- No but him and Wukong being THOSE dad's and are all: "For the record, if MK breaks their heart I will break every bone in his body."/ "UM, MK WOULD NEVER DO THAT BUT YOU'RE LITTLE DELINQUENT STUDENT MIGHT-"/ "They would NEVER-"

- So yeah, other than the monkey dad rivalry and whole "we like each other but we're on different sides" slow burn, things do end up pretty good for you and MK and Macaque and Wukong are a little more lenient with letting you two be together because for a minute, you guys were scared that you might never be able to tell the other how you truly feel.

#SORRT FOR THE DISORGANIZATION BUT I SAW THIS PROMPT AND IMMEDIATELY JUST DUMPED MY EVERY THOUGHT INTO IT BECAUSE IT WAS SO GOOD #macaque x reader lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk x reader #lmk macaque x reader #mk x reader #lmk mk #lmk mk x reader #lmk macaque #Qi Xiǎotiān x reader

[moonchild-in-blue]

Sleep Token X D&D

An expansion of this post because je suis trés unhinged and I miss playing DnD. I'm not including homebrew content for simplicity sake, guiding myself through this website. Feel free to add or change as you will. I'll leave some links for each class specs in case you wanna read more, or aren't super familiar with it.

At first it would make sense for all of them to be different types of Warlocks or Sorcerers, with Sleep as their common patron. BUT I think that would be an easy cop-out, and I want to make things interesting. This is just my headcanon so yeah, don't mean, don't be weird. Let me know how you'd do it!!

(and if there are any DnD players who happen to come across this post and want to take inspiration on it, you're more than welcome to do so!)

Let's get to it, nerds 🎲2️⃣0️⃣

[cut because this is LONG]

Vessel

Race: Tiefling. A lot of room for inventiveness here, and you can change his appearance as you'd prefer. Maybe that's why he's always cloaked and masked. Maybe he gets even more disfigured every time he connects with Sleep. Class/Sub-Class: Warlock, The Great Old One (mysterious entity whose nature is utterly foreign to the fabric of reality). Obviously Sleep would be his patron. I like to think Vessel had an encounter with Sleep whilst not knowing who or what They were, and eventually became their servant. For the pacts, I had thought of Pact of the Tome, where the Book of Shadows would be his lyrics, but Pact of the Talisman is also great, because of the mask. @a-s-levynn had suggested The Fathomless for his sub-class, which is also AMAZING, especially if you want to lean into the whole tentacle/water horror aesthetic. Alternatively, Sorcerer, Divine Soul is an EXCELENT class for Vessel (actually, now that I'm editing this, I kinda prefer this one lmao). Read this and tell me this isn't exactly what Vessel is: Sometimes the spark of magic that fuels a sorcerer comes from a divine source that glimmers within the soul. Having such a blessed soul is a sign that your innate magic might come from a distant but powerful familial connection to a divine being. Perhaps your ancestor was an angel, transformed into a mortal and sent to fight in a god’s name. Or your birth might align with an ancient prophecy, marking you as a servant of the gods or a chosen vessel of divine magic. Yeah.

ii

Race: Lightfoot Halfling (yes I'm making him a hobbit, what about it?) Fire Genasi is also very apt. Class/Sub-Class: Druid, Circle of Wildfire (these druids bond with a primal spirit that harbors both destructive and creative power, allowing the druids to create controlled flames that burn away one thing but give life to another). This primal spirit, of course, would be Sleep. They are a bit of a mysterious entity. ii was the hardest to come up with. I knew I wanted him to be somehow connected to the land/elements, because I think that would be the best translation for his rhythmic prowess (drums wouldn't make much sense as a Bard). And that photo of him with the painted red fingertips reminds me of fire, so it seemed like a perfect fit. Some other alternatives: Druid, Circle of Dreams or Monk, Way of the Four Elements (monk would be SO good because of his silence, like LoZ Link, and the ability to harness his energy).

iii

Race: Obviously a Dark Elf. Obsidian-black polished skin, pale blond hair, pale blue eyes, slim figure. Need I say more? Earth Genasi could also be a good option, due to his golden vein-like paint. Class/Sub-Class: Ranger, Fey Wanderer (a ranger who represents both the mortal and the fey realms. As you wander the multiverse, your joyful laughter brightens the hearts of the downtrodden, and your martial prowess strikes terror in your foes, for great is the mirth of the fey and dreadful is their fury.) I quite like this because the options of how you acquire the magic are endless, and can be traced to Sleep or even Vessel (maybe he granted them?). iii is our favourite chaotic boy, but he can be so intimidating at times, this one plays off his duality quite well. Plus you get Otherworldly Glamour similar to iv which makes sense. A cool alternative could be Sorcerer, Wild Magic, as it has a similar base to Vessel and it draws magic out of chaos.

iv

Race: I thought about making him a Genasi or Half-Elf, but honestly I love him as a Human. I just love the idea that this human is sooo charming and talented, that even all these supernatural creatures can't help but be enthralled by him. Changeling or even Eladrin could also work. Class/Sub-Class: Bard, College of Glamour (these bards are so eloquent that a speech or song that one of them performs can cause captors to release the bard unharmed and can lull a furious dragon into complacency). I like that iv appears to be super low-key, but is actually insanely seductive (I see you mask pulling) and talented. So out of all of them, he was my obvious choice for a bard.

The Vesselettes

I think they could either be sort of like a greek chorus or muses but for Sleep, that appeared at key moments to help the party, or actual campaign members. Race: Aetherborn Class/Sub-Class: Clerics, Twilight Domain (The twilit transition from light into darkness often brings calm and even joy, as the day's labors end and the hours of rest begin. The darkness can also bring terrors, but the gods of twilight guard against the horrors of the night). It would be awesome to have them as healers and protectors of the party, who serve Sleep directly (if Sleep is evil, they could also be secret spies? To make sure the party does as Sleep intents). Or maybe they are protecting the party from Sleep (they can never sever their connection to them, but they will do everything they can to make sure the vessels won't go too far).

I'm not sure how they would all get together, but my [abridged] story would place them all as servants of this magical deity, called Sleep. Vessel was the first to encounter Them and lives as an actual, living vessel for them. They believe that Sleep, albeit mysterious, is a benevolent creature, who was wrongfully cast away from Their plane/stripped of their powers or divinity.

As the one closest to Sleep, Vessel can sense that something isn't quite right, but he's already so entangled and manipulated by them, that he doesn't even care.

So they fight all these people and creatures, believing they're doing something Good, but then it turns out that Sleep was evil all along? The people they have conquered and killed were actually good, trying to stop them from giving this awful, terrible being their power.

Sleep basically uses them to defeat their enemies and get back to whatever place or power they no longer have access to. Maybe the vessels turn their back on them? Maybe Vessel doesn't want to and they fight with each other? Or maybe they just keep serving Sleep?

Or, you know, Sleep could also be an actual helpful deity, and they are genuinely doing good by fighting in Their name. But maybe in the end Vessel can't let go of Them and drama ensues and everybody cries.

I don't know, this is just an idea. I spent WAY too much time researching for this, but it was fuuun. I love talking DnD.

#I know this is long but i promise it's nice! #don't let my hours go to waste hahaha (cries) #no but seriously #do let me know what you think or if you have any other ideas of how this could go down! #sleep token #sleep token x dnd #dnd #darya is unhinged #sleep token lore