#hc that he was slowly poisoned

[blue--ingenue]

oh, so someone in command definitely had Violet’s father killed because he knew too much. my money is on Dain’s father.

#hc that he was slowly poisoned #and violet’s mother realized what happened but she couldn’t say anything #bc if someone found she knew #they’d come after her kids #fourth wing #iron flame #fourth wing spoilers #iron flame spoilers #rebecca yarros #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #dain aetos #tairn #andarna

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

Ok but secret relationship with Jason hc?? 👀👀

⋆⭒˚.⋆ jason grace x secret relationship! reader hcs

content: jason grace x secret relationship! reader hcs warning: angst (i always do this to my boy jason he just makes me SAD okay), like literally no fluff to save this, also wayyyyy ooc jason but i needed a man to be mad at sorry bbygrl author's note: i got mad at a man (my father, duh) and this was the production of that. i know you probs wanted cute ass relationship shit but i put mitski on and just raged out my bad yall. never let a man treat you like this, not even soft boy jason. fuck all men, let them rot in the deepest darkest pits.

you knew love wasn't supposed to feel like this

it wasn't supposed to be sneaky kisses in an alley one second and screams the next

while he was screaming at you to improve your skills, it didn't help the knot in your stomach any

it didn't help that he said things he shouldn't've, things that were told in the delicate privacy of shared beds and bare skin

and here he was, screaming it for the whole troop to hear

and he'd kiss you after, like it never happened, but only behind a dumpster or deep in the reaches of new rome, where no one went

and it was fun for a little bit and you enjoyed it, thinking it flirty and sexy to be hidden in the illusion of darkness

but then when you asked to go further, maybe even into the light, and he instantly shot you down

you knew

you knew in that moment you would never get more from jason grace than his skin

you'd never feel the heat of his love, just his lust

and it broke you down, every kiss following that realization feeling like a blade against your throat

every squeeze of your ass was the tightening of his web

every whisper in your ear of a family and kids and a wedding the size of the moon was like poison flowing down your throat and stilling your heart

so, one day you woke and decided you done letting yourself be jason's play thing

you deserved better than sucking dick in back alleys and behind buildings no one knows the name of

"hey, baby," he tried, reaching his hand out for the curve of your ass but you smacked his hand away, promptly turning and walking away

"what's your problem?" he asked following after you, causing you to spin around, seething.

"you, jason grace, are my probelm. get out of my way," you huffed but he caught your arm as you tried to walk past.

"i don't know what's gotten into you but-"

"i'm sick of it, jason! i'm sick of my heart strings being played with. you know i liked you and youre just mean for playing with me because of it," you bit out, trying to tug your arm out of his tight hold, tears slowly gathering in your eyes.

"y/n, you know i liked what we have. no need to ruin it with-"

"well, news flash, i don't like what we have. i feel disgusting when we're done; used. it's gross and...and i'm done," you managed to get out, swallowing down your sobs, refusing to let him see you cry.

"done?! what do you mean, done?!" jason asked, verging on panic as he tried to reach out to her, but she just pulled her arms away from him, glancing up with glassy eyes filled to the brim with tears

"it's over, jason. i- i- i can't keep living like this. it's not fair," you whispered, causing jason to spin around, running frantic hands through his hair

"i'm sorry, y/n, let's talk about this. please, please don't leave," jason begged, shaking his head like he refused to believe this was his life

"we tried talking. i'm done and it's for the best-"

"YOU DON'T GET TO BE DONE! YOU CAN'T JUST QUIT!" jason screamed, a rage filling his eyes as he spun on the girl, who began shaking as she backed away from him like he was a wild animal

"you know, you really are just like your father." she whispered out, a tear finally breaching her waterline before she scrambled out of the apartment, throwing glances over her shoulder like she was scared he was going to chase her.

"no, no, no, no. please- please come back, i'm sorry, wait-" jason tried calling after her, all the rage leaving him at her words.

he fell to his knees in that now quiet apartment, crying and rocking himself, flooded with thoughts that he did this to himself

and you wanna know the worst part? he really did love her too

he just didn't know how to go about it, emotions not coming easily to him

but he knew there was no excuse, no reason other than shame to drag it out this long

jason grace knew he lost the girl he loved because he didn't know how to love her in the way he was supposed to

maybe she was right

maybe he really was just his father's son.

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #pjo fandom #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo #heroes of olympus #jason grace #jason grace x reader #jason grace x y/n #jason grace x you

[ghcstao3]

ok more of this already because i’m so normal. anyway disregarding canon for the 66th hunger games because that’s where i’m putting ghost

(also only bullet points because i might write a whole thing)

cw for usual hunger games things

anyway some hcs/details mostly about ghost’s games (this is long so strap in):

- by this point, it isn’t unheard of for tributes to act unthreatening during the days leading to the games, to maybe have a chance at surprise attacks—which is a strategy simon takes. what is unheard of in recent years, however, is something like simon’s insistence on having no allies. on being a lone wolf. he does it because he always has been alone, in some sense, and he doesn’t trust these other tributes in any capacity to not turn on him.

- his mentor isn’t any help. vernon is nothing but a bitter old man who, in simon’s opinion, didn’t earn his victory. he knows that’s something horrible to say, but it’s true. not with the way he treats simon, and presumably the other previous tributes, too. simon may as well be going in blind.

- the shy, awkward boy act isn’t at all an act. simon’s never been a people person, his outfits all itch, and the feeling of eyes on him has him nervous. paranoid. the upside is that the capitol somehow finds it endearing, which means sponsors. the downside is that, because of the lack of insight into him as a person as a cause of his quiet nature, it leaves too much room for speculation. it’s part of the reason he becomes sought out after winning—the capitol sees a nice face, assumes things that aren’t true, and suddenly he’s stuck as nothing more than a trophy to be passed around.

- he only scores an 8 after evaluation—this is done with intent.

- his arena is a jungle (not unlike the comics.. hint), foliage too thick to navigate with decent speed, and full of muttation insects, reptiles, and amphibians. the trees are too thin to climb or use to hide, and nor are there any caves—essentially, staying on the ground is anyone’s only option. the cornucopia is a large grove, and after the first day, it rains for days straight, until the ninth day.

- simon runs for the cornucopia. he knows it’s stupid, but he also knows how to dodge blows courtesy of his father, so he’s able to grab supplies and get out alive, granted with a few mostly superficial cuts. he knew he needed knives from the start—his most familiar weapon.

- it takes two days before he makes his first kill. it’s too easy, when it’s a girl paralysed and slowly dying from a poison spreading through her, turning her veins an inky black and rotting her skin. simon’s first kill is mercy.

- his second is a career, the boy from 4. the career pack is together when he comes across them, but he finds them first. when the opportunity presents itself and the boy is just separated enough, simon silently appears and slits his throat before disappearing back into the foliage. the rest of the pack only notices they’re missing someone because the cannon fires. none of them ever find out simon had done it.

- stealth ends up his strategy, and it’s what gets him the nickname ghost. he acts like an apparition and is done his work before anyone is the wiser of his actions. he ends up killing 8 of 24 tributes.

- he doesn’t sleep almost the entirety of the games. haunted by his actions, because part of him knows all of it wasn’t necessary. some kills, sure, were to protect himself—but not all of them. some were just to get ahead of the game, and it plants a gnawing guilt in the pit of his stomach.

- simon almost dies when the girl from 7 tries to kill him in the rare time he’s drifted off. he wakes up to an unbearable heat around him, sweat beading off his skin and light behind his eyes and when he’s finally up, he’s burning. she’d lit a fire around himin the hopes it would kill him because she didn’t want the guilt of having actually done the action. he lives—escapes—but suffers burns on part of his face and body that all just contribute more to the nickname. he’d come back from the dead, they all say, but really, he just woke up in the nick of time. but because the capitol still wants him desirable after he wins, to use him, extensive measures and surgery are taken to visibly reverse the damage once the games are over.

- simon wins on the twelfth day using, fittingly, a butcher’s cleaver. he had picked it up around day six off another tribute, and uses it to kill the one other tribute—the boy from 5—after a fight that comes much closer to killing them both than anyone would’ve liked. eventually, though, simon turns out victor.

- his father barely acknowledges him when he comes back. simon returns to work for a bit, despite the insistence that he doesn’t have to, but he needs something to occupy his mind. but then killing cattle and other livestock rears up too much trauma, and he ends up quitting and isolating himself for a while afterwards—but only until president snow had decided to fix him up and sell him to the capitol.

- seven years after his game is when he’s introduced to johnny. immediately, he’s struck by the man as someone he could maybe, maybe eventually trust. johnny isn’t like the man that had made the current transaction for him, or anyone simon had been put with previously, so it’s… nice. for once, he isn’t used. not for his body, anyway.

- when simon thinks he’s seen the last of johnny after that visit, the man puts in another bid for him, one that’d last longer. only to talk, he says, and that this is really the only way he can get him to the capitol. it happens again and again and the most they ever do is kiss during their last visit before simon has to mentor another tribute for the 73rd games, because better him than vernon.

- the visits continue following—they also spend quite a bit of time together during simon’s mentoring, and johnny even helps with getting sponsors—and they fall into something of a relationship, though it’s kept a very well-hidden secret.

- their routine continues until the second rebellion starts up, but that’s another post (or a fic itself) >:)

#OK MORE!! #told u i was having thoughts #my brain is full #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #ghoap #alternate universe #hunger games au

[sobercoffee415]

HC Chef! Reader and Imposter au

A/n: Damn Academics been kicking my ass and brain.

When you died you were cooking with nut meg but it seems that you put in such a high dosage that you were poisoned.

When you arrived in Teyvat. At first you were ecstatic until you realized that there was a God who wants you dead.

You decided to go incognito until your first execution

You died and you were alive once again

You decided to change your appearance and name.

You opened up a restaurant called "Stars".

A quaint little restaurant located in the outskirts where your customers are travellers, merchants, and adventurers.

Until one day...

"Welcome to The Stars, How many are you in your party?" You asked as you wiped the counter. It was particularly slow today there weren't many customers. "Just me..." Zhongli answers as he gazes at you.

"It seems that we've found you, Your Grace" Zhongli gazes at you as you dropped the rag in fear. "I don't know what you mean, sir" You politely smiled as he stepped closer. "Your Grace... Please return us acolytes are worried about you." Zhongli steps closer as your heart pounded. "I'm not the creator sir... You're mistaken" You smiled sadly. "Your grace, please we apo-". "I'm not the creator, I wouldn't want to be accused of blasphemy and executed...Please just go" You said in. a daze as you slowly lost your conscience.

" You left us no choice, Your Grace... You won't abandon us again"

#yandere zhongli #imposter sagau #sagau brainrot #genshin impact sagau #genshin impact x reader

[white-poppie]

ST✩RBOY: random hxh hcs

Now playing- STARBOY by The weekend ft. Killua, Kurapika, Chrollo, Illumi Tw: dissociation

💿 Kurapika

The most perfect man there is to exist!!?!!

So I know Kurapika had to almost grow up by himself, so I think he can handle household chores very well.

I would like to think that he somehow discovers baking. I just know he would be good at it <3

I just know he has super pretty cursive handwriting -sighs dreamily-

If you hug him, I know he would be so hesitant, but would slowly nuzzle deeper. If you were close to him and finally hug him, he would literally try his best to hold back tears (Please tell him, it's okay to cry!)

He smells so good omfg. I can't decide between Vanilla or some earthy smell, either way, it's so comforting yet at the same time it's like *eyes roll to the back of head*

You can read this for more scent hcs: Serenade my Senses

Call him pretty boy and he would be so shocked the first time, but as he gets used to it, he gives coy smile <33

I like the think it takes him a long time to get comfortable, but when he does it's so soft that it feels like breathing air. He is so touch-starved tho, so I can imagine him getting clingy after a while. (same bro same)

He is the knuckle and neck kisses type of dude *cue the flusters*

He hates Andrew Tate and his fans like he would go spit on them if could, this guy has the most healthy masculinity in all of anime and I love him for that.

Doesn't really understand the concept of memes tbh, he needs some explaining but he will laugh a little when you send them, he will once in a blue moon send memes but only the cat ones.

(realises how much I wrote for him while about to write more. This man has me on a chokehold frfr)

💿 Killua

He has trans-supporting t-shirts for him and Alluka. They are all matching.

Takes Alluka to pride parades! He has them sat on his shoulder the entire time too!!

Cant comfort a person even if his life depends on it. If you are crying he is just there like 🧍, awkwardly offering you some chocolate robots tho.

He just can't sit without moving every second! Literally a cat 😒

Older! Killua around 16-17 is a massive flirt! He is so quick to pull out reactions from anyone and takes a sick pleasure in it too??

Calls himself 'The Rizz lord' unironically.

His top Spotify artists would be Chase Atlantic, Mother-mother, The Scotts, Nirvana, Mitski and the Arctic Monkeys. Basically really an alt-rock/indie thing going on (us bro.)

💿 Chrollo

Mansplain, Manslaughter, Manwhore, Manipulate, Malewife ™️

Reads macabre literature like Crime and Punishment, No longer human, if we were villains, the secret history etc.

Tbh I feel like unlike how the fandom portrays him, he is a rather normal dude.

Gothic Academia ultra pro max.

Did the Soldier/Poet/King test, wanted 'king' but got 'poet'

Doesn't have pets because he thinks he can not take care of them

He loves animals tho, idk he seems the birds type of guy.

He likes the 'ominous' kind of birds more; like Ravens, Crows, Vultures and eagles.

Listens to Lana Del Ray and Maneskin, no questions asked.

Is scared of diving into conspiracy theories because he knows he would get sucked into the black hole because he is very interested in morbid things.

He is a DC fan, especially Gothan chronicles. (is that what it's called? Yk the things related to Gotham: joker, poison ivy, harlequin etc.)

Tried journalling once, failed terribly, and stopped after a week.

💿 Illumi

Oh wow, he is a difficult one to write about, but you guys love him, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I hate to say this, but I think he frequently dissociates, usually for very short periods of time, he doesn't even know it tbh, just thinks he is out of the element.

He is subconsciously under a lot of stress so his mind tries to flee from it by dissociating.

I wrote a little more about this here: Stuck in a vicious cycle

I think he likes potted plants, especially succulents. He is patient so I can see him take care of even the very difficult ones.

If he is going on a mission, he would go to his mother (because he cannot trust his siblings and father in this matter) like 'take care of my child.'

She actually manages to keep it alive somehow??

I think he knows how to do origami (he saw a child making a paper crane once and got curious.)

Illumi genuinely doesn't know how to care for his hair, he just follows whatever his mom tells him to do, so thank Kikuyo for those luscious tresses.

He has a hyper-fixation on mushrooms (not the psychedelic kind you weirdo). He knows the names of a lot of mushrooms.

Just imagine him and Hisoka taking walk and he randomly spots a mushroom and mumbles to himself 'Coprinus comatus'

and Hisoka is like:

(yes it's a bad meme, but it's the effort that counts)

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[earthry]

Hc request: how the Papa's would react if they find out that they have impregnated a sister of sin that they don't care about at all? (bonus points if the papa's are already in a relationship with someone else) thanks in advance in case. <3

Thank you for the request! I hope you don’t mind that for most of the Papas I’ve altered it to the sister in sin lying about being pregnant. Please take care because there is a lot of angst in this one.

tw: papas x afab!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, fertility issues, pregnancy mention, happy endings for all, please take care and be safe &lt;3

Primo

Primo has softened up a lot since his retirement— partially because the Ministry was no longer breathing down his neck and partially because of you. He's gained a considerable amount of patience over the years, but as he stares stoically at the sister of sin claiming to be carrying his child he finds none of it.

His questions for her are clinical and curt, asking how far along she is, if she’s 100% sure if it’s his. She must have thought she’d gain favor or his love but she receives none of those. He would never do that to you.

He dreads telling you— most especially since the two of you have been trying for a child of your own for almost two years now. You took each negative test the hardest, the tension and depression growing taunter and taunter until it finally snapped.

The two of you separated for a terrible two months. It was a break but to you there was no guarantee that he would ever take you back and to him there was no guarantee that you would ever come back. He should have known— should have always known that you would come back each time no matter what.

He considers it his own fault that in frustration he had tried to drown himself in another. A sister that looked like you, the same hair and eye color. You were no longer together at that time but it felt like cheating nonetheless— even if he had pretended she was you in amidst their coupling.

Thinking of you and only ever you.

The sister in sin seems to think otherwise however, claiming that they can start a family, that he’ll finally have an heir, a child. He tells her straight up that that will not be happening and she tells him he will come around.

When he tells you, he sits you on the foot of the bed and holds your hands tightly in his. He tells you that it doesn’t change how he feels about you, that he has no intention of having a family with this woman— but you don’t hear any of it.

You are devastated, static rushing in your ears as your eyes begin to feel wet. Your heart drops, numbness starting in the back of your throat and spreading across your body like a poison.

Because this was proof the problem this whole time was you. After trying and trying for two years with no success, but a one night stand had been fruitful with what you so desperately wanted. You try to hold it together, but the tears come hot and fast. He holds you, comforts you, but you’re almost inconsolable.

“It was me this whole time, wasn’t it?” Your voice is tight with grief.

“No, no of course not, tesoro. It’s not you, shhh— shhh you’ve done nothing wrong, nothing at all.”

You are reluctant to try again for a child after that, afraid of failure and drained from being let down again and again after each negative test. Primo is always patient with you no matter what. He understands you’re having a rough time and he does all he can to be there for you. He almost forgets about the sister in sin and his unborn child until it’s brought to light that she had been lying the entire time and it was not his child she was bearing. You nearly collapse in relief and he catches you in his arms, holding you against his chest as you cry in the relief that maybe it wasn’t you, maybe it was just bad luck. Primo will reaffirm you of this and slowly, you begin to warm up to the idea of trying for a baby again.

It takes another three to four months but one night the test turns positive and you nearly shriek for Primo to get another test. You have trouble staying still as you wait, taking three more tests to be sure— and when they all come back positive you can’t stop yourself from crying.

Primo panics at first until you reassure him that they are happy tears. He’ll splay his hand over your belly and kiss you sweetly, telling you he loves you and he knew you could do it. That he never doubted, that he was so so proud of you for pulling through and holding on.

You fall asleep that night in his arms, resting your hand over his against your flat belly and knowing with excitement and love that it would soon swell and grow with new life.

Secondo

His gut response is anger. How dare this sister in sin claim to carry his child? And even if it was his child, how dare she announce it in front of you, his beloved?

His arms are wrapped around your waist with you pulled close to him. He can feel you trembling, feel your heartbeat pounding. He presses comforting kisses to your temple, his hand rubbing your shoulder and back reassuringly. He coldly tells the sister in sin to leave-- and that he will speak with her later. Right now, he has more important things to worry about. Like you. He's worried about you.

As soon as she leaves, he sinks onto his knees in front of you, wrapping his arm around your waist. Murmuring reassurances and apologies, pleading for you to forgive him. He can't lose you, especially not now when the two of you had finally been honest with each other about your feelings.

The sister had been a mistake during the one of the nights he was pining for you, choosing to seek comfort in the arms of another because at that time, he thought he couldn't have you.

You forgive him because he wasn't really at fault here-- it had happened before the two of you started dating so it wasn't as if he betrayed you. To him however, that's exactly what it feels like.

You tell him that it's okay, that you'd always wanted kids anyways and your feelings for him wouldn't change just because he suddenly has a kid now. You joke a little that maybe you can be a step mom or something, if his baby mama let you.

That thought sticks with him for quite some time and he starts planning.

When the baby is born, he offers a very handsome sum of money to the mother of his child to sign all legal rights to him as the father, with a no contact policy between the mother, her family and the child. He isn't at all surprise when she takes the offer, always knowing that she was really only after power and money. He sets her up with a nice house in some far country and tells her to never come back.

They leave a newborn cradled in his arms and he asks if you would like to legally adopt his child. He tells you that you have no obligations to and he won't be upset if you refused.

But you say yes because how could you not love something that was part Secondo? Regardless, blood didn't matter to you-- what mattered was that this was your child now; yours and Secondo’s.

In a few years when you are ready for another little one, Secondo will smugly (and happily) put one in you without even having to be asked. Just tell him you want another one, and oh boy you’d better be ready because he’s very enthusiastic about it.

Terzo

Laughter. Incredulous laughter. He doesn’t believe her and he tells her just as much until she takes a test in front of him and suddenly it’s not funny anymore. Suddenly it’s terrifying.

He’s so, so afraid to break it to you. Your relationship is still a new and fragile thing to him— and he treasures you most dearly. The thought that you might leave after you find out is so debilitating that he doesn’t leave his room for a few days.

You have to beg him to tell you what’s wrong and when he does, he falls apart in your arms.

He had slept around so much before you but it never meant anything— he swears it and pleads for you to believe him. They never loved him or wanted him for anything more than a good fuck or a trophy achievement. They never cared like you do— he would do anything for you to stay and he tells you that while he’s buried in your arms in a tight embrace.

And of course you stay, how could you not? The way he tremors in your arms makes you want to hug him for as long as it takes for him to mend, to heal. You take his face into your hands, cupping his cheeks and using your thumb to wipe away wet tears.

“I’m not going anywhere, amore mio. Never. We will get through this together, okay? You’re not alone anymore.”

He follows you around like a lost puppy for the next few weeks, almost as if he doesn’t quite believe you’ll actually stay and that if you leave his sight for even a moment you’ll disappear forever. After the third week he finally begins to believe you, and he thanks you for being patient with him as if being close to him is a chore.

When Terzo discovers that the sister of sin was lying about him being the father— he’s relieved, so relieved that he cries. He's a little soppy puddle in your arms now and still leaking tears as you wrap your arms around him and let him bury his face into your shoulder.

Not long after that, you eventually bring up the topic of children and starting a family, telling him that you're ready for the next step of your life together. He lets out a whoop and sweeps you off your feet and the two of you end up in a giggling heap on the ground. Dizzy and with scrapped knees but utterly and endlessly happy.

Copia

The two of you already have babies and he tells that to the sister in sin trying to insist that she’s pregnant with his child. He tells her that if he really is the father, he refuses to take responsibility because he already has a family that he’s very happy with.

You and him have been in a committed relationship for several years now and he would never ever do that to you— the sister obviously overestimates how drunk he had been at last week’s orgy. Not that he’s ever attend in the first place, he was too busy smooching you in the confessional stand.

After she storms off in a huff, Copia returns home to you. He’s taking his shoes off when he hears your voice, “Look, is that papa? Is papa home?”

He grins and looks over as you hold up one of your many rat children, this one is named Rigatoni and he squeaks happily at the sight of his papa. You put him down so he can scramble over to climb up Copia’s leg, almost toppling over his chubby little body as he does so. The two of you laugh and Copia picks Rigatoni up to give him smoochies.

The other kids are starting to gather at the sound of their papa's voice, their little heads peeking out from all over the room.

"Welcome home," You tell him warmly, standing up to drift over and give him a kiss (minding your feet of the kids that are darting around and trying to climb up his leg like Rigatoni did).

Copia sighs happily against your lips, and tells you that it's good to be home. Now this is the life— a beautiful spouse and his little mischief of squirmy and squeaking children.

#the band ghost #copia #terzo #secondo #ghost band #ghost bc #primo #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iii x reader #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus i x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #cardinal copia x reader #headcanons #asks

[isa-ghost]

do you have hc's about how the Polycule would save q!Phil from EK's possession?? Would they work on their own or work together?? these hc's are so good btw!!

I didn't at first but now that I sat down and thought about it, I have exploded. Enjoy.

Edit: This exploded so hard I'm now planning a 5+ chapter fic about it. So everyone stay tuned I guess. If you see me post an ao3 link sometime in the next week or two, you'll know what it is. I might also post the chapters as Tumblr posts for easier access for anyone who doesn't have ao3.

Previous qPhil headcanons

Ender King possessed Phil headcanons

Since you specified polycule, these will be Missa/Fit/Etoiles centric. However, the fic I'm writing will have guest appearances from Chayanne, Tallulah, Pac, and potentially some others. We'll see where it goes.

It seems impossible at first. He's. So. Strong. So merciless. So overwhelming. They know Phil would never forgive himself if it was his hands that hurt any of them. They can't afford to get close. They can't afford to be poisoned by the clouds of dragon's breath. They can't afford to be struck by his scythe or sword. They can't afford to be sniped by those eagle eyes. Phil would never forgive himself, and he's already so hard on himself.

They don't know what to do, they don't know what they CAN do. They have no choice but to back off, and let EK escape with Phil's body off to wherever the hell it is he'll hide out while he readjusts to having a physical form again and continues to further wrestle Phil into submission. Missa's absolutely inconsolable over it, Fit & Etoiles have to restrain him while EK dips for the sake of making sure Missa doesn't get himself killed. Fit is LIVID. Etoiles is equally pissed, but it comes out more as distress rather than rage.

Missa is overwhelmed by the idea of caring for Chayanne & Tallulah alone. Chayanne comes in clutch, he somehow snagged the stock of cookies from Phil's bag before EK took full control of him. Fit offers to look after them too, he just can't feed them. Ramon is already pulling out all the stops in an effort to comfort the two & is more than willing to let them sleep in his house. They all know Phil will be mortified that the two witnessed any of what happened.

Phil is missing for at least a week, maybe more. No one knows what EK is doing with his body. Their only solace is that Cucurucho & presumably the higher ranking feds are strong enough to prevent him from leaving the island. At least they know he's findable.

That doesn't make it easier. Knowing he's out there somewhere, trapped in his own mind, living his greatest fear every second they aren't helping him claw his way back into control of himself, potentially hurting people he cares about or doing things he'd never do with his own hands. It's unbearable.

Whenever it is that they finally find Phil, he's a shell. Thinner, paler, as gaunt as a corpse. Eyes purple and cruel, dark circles under them. Features sharper, somewhere between skeletal and draconic. Patches of his skin have blackened like char, some spots have cracked and look like they're bleeding purple. He looks like he's slowly becoming corrupted by crying obsidian. His wings are raised at all times, threatening. But they shake, unmistakably and visibly so. It's clear they're in so much pain, under so much strain. Has the Ender King been flying with Phil's damaged wings? Missa, Fit and Etoiles feel like they're staring at a ghost of their long-dead friend.

Phil's body is weak but the Ender King isn't. The fight, while more feasible now, is still hellish to pull off. It takes more gapples, potions, rezzing each other, and enough sets of armor broken for Etoiles to lament for a month, but eventually, after near-constant bombardment from three people (& a little "help" from a handful of mobs as things go on into the night. Which EK gets stronger during btw), the trio finally downs Ender King. Fit and Etoiles keep him pinned on his stomach while Missa desperately shoves potions and gapples down his throat like you would to cure a zombie villager. They have no idea if that's actually helping let alone doing anything at all. But how the fuck do you exorcise an evil deity from a mortal body?? They're grasping at straws.

Somehow, after trying every last thing that comes to mind (which is. A lot of desperate half-baked ideas bc they're pretty sure they're on a time limit & this is not the time to be elaborately plotting a solution), it turns out that soaking Phil in water like a drowned rat & forcing him to drink more water than any crow could dream of via hydrochecks is enough to overwhelm Ender King into giving up control of Phil's body.

During their scrambling for solutions, Etoiles very smoothly quips about how if only they had "Potion of Purge Ender King" btw, it gets a laugh out of Fit. And Missa, even through his hysterical crying because he is So Scared And Guilty about potentially hurting Phil right now. They needed the palette cleanser while doing something so grim and stressful.

Phil goes limp like a noodle as soon as EK gives him up. Missa fully panics thinking his husband just fucking died in all their arms until Reaper Brain kicks in and he realizes Phil's soul is still working, it's just extremely weak. Another witty remark from Etoiles about getting his shit together re-centers his focus.

Surprise! Phil's not unconscious though, just Extremely weak. And Ender King still isn't going down without a fight. Water hurts like a bitch but it isn't deadly. Not unless they risk drowning Phil. But now EK has been weakened enough that Phil starts to fight for control of himself for the first time in ages. It gets ugly.

Fit, arguably the physically strongest of them all, holds Phil hostage by the underarms while Missa and Etoiles keep desperately trying everything they can think of to keep making Phil purge EK from his system like an illness. Whatever is coming up is a disgusting viscous purple. Phil won't stop screaming. They can tell it's simultaneously Phil's pain and Ender King's rage.

And god is the process a long, torturous ordeal for everyone involved. Phil is very palpably in agony, Missa is a wreck, all 3 of them feel horribly guilty they're subjecting him to so much but it Has to be done. Fit's seen so much after living in the 2b2t Wastelands and even he's finding it hard to watch this.

By the end of it all, blood, sweat, tears, and vomit have been shed, and not just by Phil, in an effort to bring him back to his senses. They're all miserable, exhausted, and overwhelmed. They're not even entirely sure that EK has been "exorcised" completely, nor do they know how the Fuck to confirm that. And purging EK from Phil's body isn't where this stops either, but none of them can even think about what the recovery from this will be like.

Getting this far is only possible because they put all their strength together. No one would have stood a chance against the Ender King alone. Despite barely being conscious and looking convincingly half-dead, Phil is terrified he's hurt or killed someone he cares about as it is. Honestly, Missa, Fit & Etoiles are shocked it seemingly only took 3 people to take on an apparent god. This very much doesn't feel legit, Etoiles doesn't feel right saying gf yet. It feels like the fight isn't over.

#qsmp #qsmp philza #q!philza #philza #qphil headcanons #cw emetophobia #AMFMN things

[mins-fins]

june 20th.

&&. on june 20th, the world ended. the sky turned orange and the ground beneath your feet cracked.

pairing: lee donghyuck x m!reader

genre: fluff?? angst??

warnings: mentions of death

word count: 1k

notes: this is one of the strangest things i think ive written in a long time 😭 i have no idea how this idea came to be in the first place i kinda just wrote out what came to my mind?? i also spent so long trying to figure out which nct member to write this for and i literally just picked hc because he's my sisters favorite member (#THANKSTI) so yeah idk why this exists but it does 🤷‍♂️

on june 20th, your alarm rang two minutes early.

on june 20th, you gave your mother a kiss on the cheek before leaving for school.

on june 20th, you missed the bus and were forced to walk the whole way to school.

on june 20th, you had walked into class late for the first time since september.

on june 20th, the sky was full of dark clouds, you assumed it was going to rain later that day.

on june 20th, you skipped one of your classes for the first time ever, biology, one you always hated.

on june 20th, you noticed seven different cracks in the sidewalk.

on june 20th, the air seemed different..

on june 20th, all that you could think about was your upcoming birthday, excitement surging through your veins.

you did what you always did. kicked small rocks, hopped over fences, hummed the lyrics to your favorite song, danced to the lyrics of your favorite song in public with no shame, skipped over the cracks on the sidewalk, did cartwheels, you were having fun.

for some reason, the day of june 20th made you feel free.

nobody could stop you, not your friends, not asshole teachers, not screaming neighbors, nobody could stop you.

well, maybe the world ending could stop you.

with a smile on your face and an energetic pep in your step, you make your way through the now noisy neighborhood.

people are screaming, the sky is an unnatural color, the air feels as if it's slowly poisoning your lungs, the cracks beneath your feet have now doubled in number.

but for some reason, you feel easy?

the prospect of the world ending is a funny one, one you never thought you'd be living ever. in movies, it's branded as such a horrible thing, but you don't think you've ever felt happier.

the music blaring through your headphones distracts you, the people panicking around you seem more like blurs then actual people. they all have lives, some of them have children, some of them have grandchildren, some of them have family out of the country, some of them are going to be celebrating their last birthdays today, who knows what was going on in their lives earlier today that will now mean nothing in a good two hours.

your complex emotions surprise you, but the smile on your face doesn't falter, and you like that it doesn't.

because if you could spend the last moments of your life being happy, why would you be mad about that?

"everything alright? your not hurt are you?" you wrap your arms around your mother, resting your head on hers.

"i'm alright" you whisper, arms clinging around her.

your hair is disheveled, probably due to the absolute maddening things you'd been doing on the sidewalk.

"oh honey! donghyuck called, he was asking for you".

the name gets an eyebrow raise out of you.

donghyuck?

donghyuck as in lee donghyuck? he called? why would he call? why would he be asking for you? why would he—

oh, oh my goodness.

"what did he ask for?" you immediately separate from the hug, and your mother gives you a puzzled look. "did he ask for something from me specifically?"

"he just asked for you because he said he wanted to tell you something but you weren't here—"

holy shit.

"oh i have to go.."

your mother blinks once again, but then she realizes what your talking about, and she sighs. "honey, you still haven't told him?"

you don't even try to battle the allegations, just press a kiss to her cheek and make your way towards the door. "today's the day mom! the world is ending!"

your optimism shocks you, and you race out of the door, nothing else on your mind but him.

on june 20th, your life seemed to take a strange turn.

on june 20th, your mundane routine suddenly became extraordinary.

on june 20th, you realized it was your last chance to tell donghyuck how you feel.

the world is ending, the sky has turned orange, the sidewalk has began cracking beneath your feet, people are screaming, crying, clutching onto their family members, it's your last day, it's everyones last day, tomorrow, you'll all be nothing but empty corpses.

all of you have dreams, all of you had desires, things you'll never be able to pursue now because your demise is coming much sooner than you expected.

there's only one thing at your mind at the moment, and that's the most annoying person ever.

today is a day like no other, a day which will all be in memory by the time the week passes, your feet push you through the pain you feel, because you've never been able to get such words out.

where is he.. where is he.. where is he..

when you spot lee donghyuck, you shout, and he doesn't even have to look at you to know what it is.

you tackle him to ground, his back colliding with the soft grass in his front yard as you fall right on top of him. a smile comes to your face as you look down at him, with his pretty eyes and pretty smile.

"you're so stupid!" you yell, he just chuckles, letting you remain on top of him, because the world is ending, and this is it. "you called!?"

"you're literally stupider!" he rebuts. "you came!"

you scoff, oh this could've all been yours before if you weren't such a coward, but there is always a time for everything, even if this is the last time.

"i am so in love with you" you whisper, leaning down to press a kiss onto his lips. "you're such an idiot, a pretty idiot".

donghyuck just smiles, wrapping his arms around your neck. "you love me".

"of course i do".

"the world is ending, baby".

but for some reason you aren't crying.

you aren't sad, you aren't crying or anything, you're just living in the moment.

"i know, but i love you".

on june 20th, the world ended.

on june 20th, the sky turned orange and the ground beneath your feet cracked.

on june 20th, you told lee donghyuck you loved him.

on june 20th, you spent your final moments with the boy you loved the most.

#lee donghyuck #haechan #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct imagines #nct drabbles #nct scenarios #haechan imagines #haechan drabbles #haechan scenarios #lee donghyuck x reader #lee donghyuck x male reader #haechan x reader #haechan x male reader #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

[docwritesshit]

I am a sucker of love potion scenarios. Can we have some hc of Sun Wukong and Maquace affected by it? With their own crushes

OOOOOOOHHHH BOOOYYYY

Tbh I'm iffy in love potion scenarios cause it seems like some consent is lost, but if it only strengthens someone's love I'm fine with that

Anyways!

Wukong!

Oh my gods this bitch

He let his impulsive thoughts win one more time, just once more when Lao Tzu dropped something off and something else fell out of his bag

It seemed like peach wine! It tastes like peach wine!

It was not peach wine

He slowly noticed the effect the drink had on him when he was around you more

He wanted to speak every waking second with you, but now he actively tried to do that

He would get more touchy, but if thats not your alley, he grew more flirtatious and tried his best to make you laugh more

He would brag more around you, showing off how fast his nimbus cloud can go, showing off how strong he was etc.

And the cherry on top was at the end of it all, as the poison was wearing off, he finally confessed his feelings to you

And of course, you reciprocated,

Now he does all those things still, but less often

Macaque!

He thought the drink was something of Wukongs ngl

He was being the bastard he is and decided to drink it to piss off said Monkey King as it did just look like a vial of peach wine

But oooohhhh nooooooo

He noticed it right away when he wanted to shadow portal to your place and hang out

With this emo bitch, he also makes an effort to spend more time with you, but only does some one on one stuff as hes not sure how comfortable you are with him

And you occasionally see his tail inch over to your leg or waist

Hes not biggest on touching, but he just always gets the urge not to hold you, play with your hair, hug you etc.

But he restrains himself

And you'll notice you'll amass a pile of small gifts he gives you over the course of the potion

Takeout from your fave place, some things for your hobbies, and some clothes as well

After the potion wears off, he realizes he still likes you, like like likes you

So after a bit, he writes a letter to you and sends it off, waiting for your reply

He smiles as your own envelope seems to be riddled with heart doodles

#lego monkie kid #lmk x reader #lmk sun wukong #lmk sun wukong x reader #lmk macaque #lmk macaque x reader #lmk six eared macaque #lmk six eared macaque x reader #lmk swk

[call-sign-shark]

✨  It’s Not the Plane. It’s the Pilot.✨

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Pilot!reader, Hangman x Y/N

Summary: You, a wild pilot,  almost crashed your jet during today’s training. You expected trouble, but you did not expect Hangman, your forever rival, to admit that he cares for you.

Content: Fluff,  but a quick mention of death

Word count: 1.3K

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Fearless. 

That is what they use to call you here at Top Gun. As a young pilot in training, you already gave everyone a taste of your boldness by performing dangerous maneuvers you were not authorized to do. Once you graduated, you unleashed your recklessness and people started talking about you. Some doubt your mental health, some others doubt your ability to obey orders but what everyone agreed on was that you were a hell of a fine pilot. Maybe you were far too skilled for your own good. That was what Maverick liked about you, and probably why he personally made a request to have you in his squad. You had just landed,  trembling hands still hanging onto the plane’s yoke. A bead of sweat ran down your forehead and the sensation of it brushing your skin is enough to bring you back to reality. You shook your head, physically trying to dispel the fog that was blurring your mind. A sudden loud exhale escaped from your mouth, for you had stopped breathing for one moment. As you regained your senses, your ear caught a very strange noise, similar to the roars of a raging wind. You turned your head to identify the source of the noise. You had barely looked at it when you noticed ferocious flames weaving on the left engine of your plane. Fortunately enough, you managed to shut it off before the fire grew too large. 

Shit. I fucked up, was the first thought you had.

Exhausted, you opened the cockpit and jumped out of your plane in smooth and expert movements. You had done that countless times. Once your feet reached the hard concrete of the runway, you took off your helmet. Your Y/HC hair was sticking to your temple, wet with salty sweat. You took a last look at your jet and slowly proceeded to walk to the hangar, wobbling a bit under the adrenaline drop you were feeling. The hangar door broke open, revealing a familiar frame: Hangman was standing open, fists closed and clenched. At first, you expected him to laugh at you. You expected him to criticize your reactions and suicidal maneuvers. What you did not expect was to be welcomed by the look of pure anger that was twisting his attractive facial features. Hangman rushed at you, his combat boots hammering the warm asphalt under his soles.

“You fucking idiot- “ He screamed and pushed you. Your body is forced to take a few steps back at the impact. 

“What the hell?! Calm down, dumbass!” You retorted, still a bit shaken by your flight.

“Calm down? Calm. down? How do you want me to calm the fuck down after what you just did?” 

Hangman’s anger was so surprising that you did not manage to answer. Words seemed stuck in your throat, which was unusual for a sharp tongue like you. Hangman stood fierce, towering over you with all his height. His brows furrowed, he was looking at you with an unsettling intensity. Fury was burning in his green, piercing eyes. You suddenly felt very small compared to him. 

“Two seconds left and you were dead. What did you think? Such a maneuver is almost impossible with your aircraft. You knew it would damage the fuselage and probably the engines too.”

“Seems like it is not impossible because I did it. I could have done it without a single damage but something was wrong in the plane. The yoke got stuck several times.” You tried to explain but Hangman did not want to listen to your excuses, whether true or false.

“Ah yes, look at you! The fearless Y/CS laughing in the face of death! Congratulations, you really did it. One engine is destroyed and the fuselage is burning but, eh, it could have been worst. You could have crashed into millions of pieces.” He spat his sarcasm like a snake spitting poison at his prey.

“Well! I did not crash that fucking plane! See? It’s right here. Leave me alone, I don’t need to hear the typical Cyclone “that plane worths billions of dollars” speech. End of the conversation. Now get the fuck out of my way, Seresin.”

You moved, passing by him as if you could not see him anymore. You were too exhausted to deal with Jake’s bullshit today. You were about to head to the hangar when Hangman grabbed your wrist. His powerful and slightly calloused hand closed around you, keeping you from walking away. You turned around, visible surprise on your face. You were about to snap at him.

“It’s not the plane. It’s the pilot.” 

You froze. 

“What… Did you say?” 

Hangman clenched his jaws. He always does when he is worried - and to be true you find this habit particularly attractive, even though you cannot stand him.

“I don’t care about the plane. It can crash and burn I wouldn’t bat an eye. But it’s the pilot.” 

Your heart missed a beat.

“Would it kill you to be careful so I don’t have to worry about your safety all the time?”

 The anger blazing in his emerald eyes had destroyed his mask. What was left now was the smoking ashes of his worries He went on, his grip tightening around your wrist. He went on.

“ Each time you get in your jet I can’t help but see you lying in a coffin, because you are careless. You don’t care about the consequences, you don’t even care about your own life. But I do care.” His voice broke.

“Jake-”

You freed yourself from his grip by gently moving your wrist. Hangman let it go, and his hand fell back along his hips. He was still looking at you, his lower lips trembling. Time had stopped. You stared at him as if you met him for the very first time in your life. He had dark rings under his dazzling green eyes - you never noticed it before. 

“You seemed exhausted.” You muttered, unable to utter something else.

“I am fine. Don’t change the topic of our discussion.” He waved your comment off. 

The truth was Hangman’s sleep had never been one of good quality. He was prone to having nightmares since he was a child. Momma Seresin would spend almost one full hour lulling his son back to sleep. As years passed, nightmares never left Jake. Some nights he would revive his parents’ death. Some others, he would be chased by an invisible threat until his legs collapsed and his body shattered against the ground. Nevertheless, it changed when you met. In spite of your rivalry, Jake could not help but be fascinated by your whole personality. You were one hell of a girl - beautiful, smart, and dauntless. More than once he found himself wanting to kiss you without ever daring to take the first step. But due to your daring maneuvers and your dangerous nature, you soon began to appear in his worst nightmares. He would see himself wearing his most beautiful military uniform, standing in front of your coffin.  He would see your plane crashing and your beautiful frame disappearing in a torrent of voracious flames. He would see a hundred ways you could kill yourself in that damn plane.

“I am sorry Jake. I am really sorry.” 

“Y/CS-” He finally said, looking at you with unexpected tenderness shining in his hypnotizing eyes. He leaned over you, his face closer than it has ever been. You could feel his warm breath caressing your skin and it took all your willpower not to kiss him. 

“Please, just be careful.” He concludes, backing off. 

His soft features turned into stone again. With one blink of eyes, his worries and anger had disappeared as if they never existed. He passed by you, his chest brushing you, and left. 

The delicate fragrances of his perfume remained there, floating all around you. 

You felt an odd sensation in your heart but decided to ignore it. Little you knew that your soul ached at the thought of having wounded its sister. You turned around, looking at the mighty metallic body of your plane. A dark and thick smoke was coming from the burnt engine.

You would be more careful. Not for the plane, but for the pilot.

And that pilot was Jake Hangman Seresin. 

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gif by @johnnymartin 

#top gun maverick #top gun maverick fanfic #hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin imagine #hangman imagine #jake hangman seresin #top gun x reader #top gun maverick x reader #top gun maverick imagine #top gun fanfiction #jake hangman x you #jake hangman x reader #hangman seresin #Jake seresin #hangman fluff #hangman fanfiction #hangman x y/n #hangman x you #pete mitchell #tgm fic #tgm imagine #Call sign Shark

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

If you dont mind me taking a scenario from last legacy, could I get a mini HC where while traveling in a place they dont know very well they loss their guide for a little bit while exploring.

When offered a free sample of something their Li offers to feed it to Mc which they accept. After taking a bite Mc comments it didn't taste bad but not the best either only for their guide to show up again having found them and having to explian that the Li just fed Mc soap which is why the person who gave them the sample was looking at them weirdly.

The Arcana Mini-HCs: M6 accidentally feeding MC soap

Julian: immediately whirling around and asking the soap seller what ingredients they use because he needs to know if his actions just made you sick or if he's just accidentally poisoned you. the guilt trip he takes himself on lasts all of the next two days until you're fine

Asra: briefly startled, asking if there's any threat to your wellbeing. once they're told it'll be fine, they take a second look at the samples, ask for one, and immediately put it in their mouth because they want to know what it tastes like too. giggles about it for hours

Nadia: deeply disturbed, takes you by the shoulders and asks you if you're feeling alright before absolutely grilling the person who gave it to you. what's in the soap? is it dangerous for human consumption? why didn't they clarify that this was in fact SOAP? gets annoyed

Muriel: his face goes from "-.-" to "O.O" over the course of a very intense, very quiet ten seconds, and then he's staring at every inch of you like he's waiting for a mystery disease to break out. the samples person feels so bad they spend ten minutes reassuring him

Portia: dissolves into fits of laughter at the absurdity of the whole situation. yeah, she's concerned, but you just ate soap, MC! and she's the one who fed it to you!! ends up purchasing a block just so that she can put it out as a condiment with every meal you eat together

Lucio: flabbergasted. outraged. spluttering. slowly turning purple and you can't tell if his embarrassed flush is that intense or if he's just forgetting to breathe past his annoyance. takes your hand and marches out of there. his ears turn red each time you bring it up

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

[somer-writes]

Very Important Question- How much drinks does it take to get Twi drunk? I personally think he could have quite a few before getting tipsy- but I'd think it would be hilarious if he was a lightweight. XD I can just imagine Wars teasing him into getting another drink after Twi's only gotten one, but then Wars is like- oh fuck that didn't go down well- once Twi is drunk silly. I think his accent would get so strong when he's drunk and no one would be able to comprehend what he's saying.

I hc that fado distills poison and has been letting twi have some for YEARS lmao like maybe just a little sip here or there before but now that he’s all grown up they drink together on clear nights and stargaze. Maybe rusl partakes sometimes too and so do jaggle, sera, and bo. Also I think auru does the same and that’s what twi drinks at Telmas.

so I think twi handles his liquor actually v good but funnily enough only drinks actual swill. He doesn’t like beer or wine. He drinks like pure lighter fluid and wars detests it and time is concerned at what he’s done to his liver XD

I think wars is super into girly drinks and wines but will have an ale just for the simplicity. Time prefers milk but will drink beer (very slowly).

twilight carries a bottle of fado special and nips it just for like minor pains when he doesn’t want to cause a fuss over a wound. I think wind and/or legend are always trying to get some when they see it out and twilight is both opposed to it but will let them choke on a teensy little sip if he’s not the only adult around (as long as they don’t snitch)

drunk Twi is super huggy and they cannot understand his accent. He will stop for cats and cry about them.

I think wars is a terrible drunk. I think he’s sassy and tries to fight and will refuse to drink water. He will also point out everyone’s little insecurities as “not being mean but you’d look so much better if”

Times been drunk once and all he did was tell malon he was spoken for by his beautiful most gorgeous redheaded wife and pass out

#somer answers #I think drunk twi also likes to dance #and drink warriors pouts #linked universe #lu fanfiction #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu time

[if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi]

ROUGH AROUND THE EDGES - PT.2 (FLUFF VER)

Disclaimer: I do not own Maliksi, or Makisig (the Tamawo bros). Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto.. All involved characters are adults. This might or might not be a self insert, please don't come for me.

A/N: I've decided to give in and give Maliksi and u guys some comfort hehe~ So my Rough around the Edges series will have 2 versions. The angst version (the earlier versions), and fluff version. Go ahead and pick your poison guys.

Part 1 here. Updated MASTERLIST.

((headcanon ko na Maliksi's voice sounds like Tsukishima Kei's from Haikyuu. salty and sarcastic kings))

You lay restless on your bed, staring at the ceiling with your mind wandering off elsewhere. In a few hours, that door will swing open and Makisig will come in to help you go back to the human world.

Makisig already explained the necessary steps and how the process will be safe and painless, and that you won't have a single memory or recollection of being in the Lost City and of them- both him, and his younger brother....Maliksi.

You have secretly hoped to atleast properly say goodbye to Maliksi, yet he's still locked up in his room for the past two hours, sulking like a toddler denied of a trip to the ice cream shop.

That is why you almost fell down your bed in surprise when the door violently swung open, revealing Maliksi whose face is all scrunched up in annoyance, brows furrowed, his expression clearly a frown.

You softly chuckled before sitting up at the edge of your bed. "Came to say goodbye? You know I can list down the kutsinta recipe so you can make it even when I'm gone."

"Shut up! It's not like it's the best kutsinta ever!"

It definitely is.

"C'mon! I saw you stuffing your face with 3 kutsintas at the same time the other day." You burst out giggling at the memory of Maliksi, devouring kutsinta, not knowing you and his kuya Makisig can see him with his round cheeks, eating like a man who's served a hot meal after being starved for days.

"Psh. That's not true!" Maliksi denied it while rolling his eyes.

There was dead silence between the two of you for a few minutes before he speaks.

"Would you mind if I'll be the one to send you off instead of Kuya?" He softly said, his voice not any louder than whisper yet his tone sounded genuine- caring, even.

You smiled before you shook your head. "I wouldn't mind."

Maliksi slowly walked towards you before sitting beside you on the edge of the bed. You can feel your cheeks slowly heating up from how close you are sitting with him.

For the duration of your stay at the Lost City, there are only very few instances that Maliksi allowed himself to be this close with anyone. Infact, the only thing you can remember is that time when you got lost while taking a stroll around Biringan.

"C'mon, stop crying. I found you."

His words still rang through your mind. The way he tried holding in his chuckles as he helped wipe away your tears with the sleeves of his shirt.

Those words.

Those damned words.

Those were your last straw before you were able to get it through your thick skull that you were indeed falling in love for him. You smiled bitterly knowing that you'll be forgetting about all of it soon.

You'll forget about his golden eyes that he probably rolls way too many time each day whenever he hears something stupid, yet it's the same eyes that lights up whenever he sees his beloved kuya,

You'll forget about that voice of his that usually spouts sarcastic clapbacks which gets him into fights most of the time with the other binibinis.

And that cute mole on his cheek. Hell, you badly wanted to touch it yet you knew it will be one weird request before going back to the human world so you bit your tongue in an attempt to not mention it.

"So, Kuya already told you the process, right-"

"He told me that it's simple and that it won't hurt and I wouldn't...remember a thing." You replied as you tilted your head in confusion. "Wait...Isn't it just you waving a finger and poof! I'm magically back at the human world?"

Maliksi raised his brow before looking at you in disbelief. "Y/N. I'm a tamawo, not a wizard."

"Oh. How do you guys do it then?"

"I have to kiss you. On the lips. For atleast 15 seconds."

Kiss? Did you just heard him right? A kiss on the lips?! For 15 freakin' seconds.

"You're not joking right?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" He grumbled in his usual mocking tone.

Maliksi sighed before slowly inching his face closer into yours while looking into your eyes. "You can still change your mind and just stay."

Stay?

Stay and live your life swallowing your growing feelings for him because you knew it was something he is just not made for. You can feel that same numbing ache in your chest, knowing your feelings will be better off erased and forgotten.

Isn't that just sad?

"I can't, Maliksi."

Maliksi took a few seconds examining your face as he nods. His expression and gaze softens while his hands gently reached out to brush your hair away and tuck some loose strands behind your ear.

"Then I guess this is it, huh?"

"This is it." You swallowed the lump on your throat as you smiled. "It was lovely meeting you, Maliksi."

"Likewise, Y/n. Now- please close your eyes for me, pretty."

You sighed at his words. Damn. He is cruel. He's really torturing you at this point, suddenly sounding all sweet and gentle at this moment when you're about to leave. He even sounded like his Kuya when he's being a proper tamawo and giving attention to the binibinis.

You gave him a small smile for one last time before closing your eyes.

Maliksi cupped your cheek before leaning in to kiss you slowly and tenderly.

One

Two

Three

It was perfect.

You can feel your heart wanting to burst out of your chest as you can't help but move your lips against his, slowly enjoying the bittersweet moment.

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Maliksi slowly pulled away, pressing his forehead into yours.

"That...was not fifteen seconds." You slowly whispered, your voice a little hoarse, and your breathing a little too ragged for your liking.

"Oh, is it not? My apologies. Suddenly I'm bad at counting." Maliksi said innocently, yet you can clearly hear the soft chuckle he's trying to hold before he leans in to kiss you again.

Your eyes widen and it took you a few seconds to finally kiss him back once again. The kiss started slow before building up to a more needy pace.

This was definitely unexpected but you are not one to complain, not thinking much about it since you already kept the thought that you'll be forgetting about this at the back of your mind. What's the harm in enjoying these final moments with Maliksi, right?

Maliksi smirked as he pulled away before the kiss lasts for fifteen seconds.

"Maliksi!" You grumbled underneath your breath.

"What? That's not 15 seconds? Dang. Maybe I should study my numbers once again."

Before you knew it, his lips were crashing into yours once more, his free hand gently pulling you closer to deepen the kiss.

"Y/n, please stay?"

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[leggerefiore]

hello :’) hope ur having a good day!!

would u be willing to write HCs for yandere volo? can be both sfw and nsfw if u want!!

love ur blog!!

I. I never wrote Volo yan hcs lmao??? I swore I did, but I checked, and somehow I just... didn't lol??? maybe not nsfw for now because I just haven't been able to write horny content for some reason. might be a bit bad too since I'm rusty on writing yan stuff

cw: yandere, kidnapping, unhealthy relationships, Volo isn't really nice, dark content,

💫Yandere Volo📜

⭐️ He's not a romantic. That much is apparent in his behaviour. The only way to catch his attention is to either be useful for or threatening to his plans. More over, he feels like most people aren't worthy of his time. His friendly facade is just that – a facade. He's observant and careful, searching for any issues that could arise as he works towards his goal of forcing Arceus out of hiding – forcing Arceus to finally acknowledge him.

⭐️ That is why you, someone who had fallen from the portal he ripped in the sky above Hisui, intrigued him so dearly. The other one proved an amnesic old man, but you? Not so much. He could see a fire in you. It was why he approached you and challenged you to a battle. The blond could see your familiarity in battling, too. You were a threat to his plans. Especially so as you cleared through the frenzied Nobles. His frustration was intense towards you, but he hid it behind a veneer of concern and friendliness.

⭐️ You haunted his brain as he wandered around the ruins and temples of Hisui. Who were you? Volo felt unable to escape your chokehold on his mind. It was not pure chance that a capable trainer fell through the very portal he had Giratina claw into the sky. He hated the way his heart raced, and his blood burned at the realisation. You had been sent by the very deity he sought to satiate his curiosity. The merchant had leaned forward and punched a tree in his frustration. Why you? Why did Arceus stand so staunchly against him? Why did his heart race at the thought of you?

⭐️ Volo originally started stalking you solely to see how you would stand in his plans, but as he slowly realises that Arceus sent you, it changes. He knows what you're doing at any moment in time. You never even noticed the blond just right behind you. The way he subtly aided you or left helpful items around. An Ursaring you failed to notice creeping towards you? His Lucario quickly stopped the bear from getting too close to you. He spends too much time following you around, unaware of the strange feelings blossoming in his brain.

⭐️ The blond remains amicable towards you, not daring to let the mask he so carefully built slip away to reveal the poisonous stew boiling just under it. Volo envies you; utterly and completely. He speaks with you in a friendly manner while you stand around with the clan leaders or that little twerp from the Galaxy Team. His jealousy towards these connections you hold bubbles aggressively inside him. Were they really worthy of your attention? He shook the thought from his mind and grinned at you playfully.

⭐️ His heart raced as he saw you sitting alone in the Obisidian Fieldlands, tears pouring from your eyes. He already knew what happened. The sky above Hisui corrupted with colours and strange energy. The final part of his plan had come to fruition. Much too late, as he already changed his gears. The plates seemed more likely to help him gather the deity's attention. After all, you were clearly sent to clean up his mess. Poor, poor you. Volo enjoyed the way you buried yourself in his chest, terrified and desperate for a friend.

⭐️ It was then Volo came to another realisation, this time towards his own feelings. The sight of you clinging to him, desperate for his touch. Addicting, he'd say. His hand pressed softly to your back, and he spoke softly as he could to comfort you. Volo... wouldn't say he loved you, but he wanted you. His madness led him to wanting to take Arceus's powers as his own, after all. He could have whatever he wanted. Especially someone chosen by the deity.

⭐️ He helped you in beating the two Sinnoh legendaries, with collecting the red chain from the Lake Guardians. He stood by your side as you faced down the commander of the Galaxy Team. Now, all he had to do was collect you when you least expected it. Volo continued to fool you throughout the situation as you searched for the plates with him. His luck when you mentioned wanting to know more Hisuian legends amazed him. The search with you only fed his fascination. The way you reacted and felt, he needed to see it all.

⭐️ Even meeting Arceus, as significant as it was, felt less important than his obsession with you. Volo mulled over what to do with you. While he had you at his side for now, he knew you would likely turn on him when he revealed his true plans. He hated the idea of you opposing him. No, he wanted you as you had been when you were kicked from Jubilife, desperate and pitiful in his hands. Volo sighed as he faced the Renegade pokemon once more.

⭐️ The blond hid you away in the Distortion World, no longer willing to share what he felt he had a rightful claim to. If Arceus wouldn't acknowledge them, then he would take the deity's chosen one in return. He would break you down here into the partner he needed. You looked so terrified as you woke up in the strange world. Oh, well. He had no intentions of swaying from his newest plans.

⭐️ Volo is hard to pin down. He's not overly affectionate for the most part, but there are moments where he drowns himself in you, demanding your attention and touch and settling for nothing less. Perhaps an attempt to make up for what he lacked in his youth, or just something fuelled by the madness of his obsession. You may find yourself preferring the needier version of him that he provides rather than the cruel one that stares down at you with shrunken pupils and a haunting smirk. “… My, my, I wonder how that deity feels about what I've done to you,” he whispers into your ear as he holds you close to him, both of you shaking in an embrace.

⭐️ You're alone in this dimension, save for Volo and Giratina. And seeing as Giratina is most subservient to Volo and a pokemon... You basically just have Volo as company. He's not overly doting, but he makes sure your needs are tended to. Food, usually bought at the Wallflower or something prepackaged from the Ginkgo Guild. You can request things, but it's not always easy to get everything you want. He's trying at the very least.

⭐️ Punishments aren't something he likes to do, admittedly. Volo likes seeing you afraid and desperate, not in pain (too much). He leaves you alone in the Distortion World for a while with just enough to survive usually. You'll begin to lose yourself in the isolation and pure oddity of the world to the point you cling to him desperately. Volo feels smug at the point, certain you're getting ever closer to his end goal. “I do hate having to leave you like this,” he speaks in a calm tone as you cling to him desperately, “Wouldn't it just be easier to do what I say? Why do you bother resisting?”

⭐️ Volo truly wants you to submit to him; to worship him like he did Arceus. He watches as you go from the confident Survey Corps member to a desperate shell that he's more than happy to fill. His touch is comforting and toxic. His thumb and index finger digging into your cheeks as he asks you to worship him, eyes wholly different from the gentle ones of his facade. It's easy to lean into his words, unable to escape them or him. Time passes oddly in the Distortion World, too. Everything becomes easier when you just listen to Volo. Maybe he truly was a god. You fall into his delusions at some point.

⭐️ When he's certain you're a true believer in whatever he is, you'll be returned to Hisui. The light of the sun reminding you much of the golden locks of Volo. You don't dare defy or run from the blond at this point, convinced of his something akin to divinity. Volo is smug about everything, enjoying how you are seemingly unaffected by your “friends” joy over your return. You fully support him as he leads you up to the Temple of Sinnoh, plates in hand, to summon the deity to this world and let Volo subjugate it to achieve his true end.

⭐️ It would be relatively easy for you to escape after he returns you to Hisui, but the issue is whether you could overcome all the conditioning he set upon you in the Distortion World to actually call out for help. Even as Cyllene questions just where you were and what happened to you, it's difficult for you to speak out. If you did manage to explain the situation, you would most certainly be protected and guarded. It would deter Volo (and annoy him heavily), but ultimately, he would continue with his plans to use Arceus. In his more favourable world – you won't even be able to turn against him.

⭐️ Ultimately, he falls for someone deemed worthy by Arceus and wants to corrupt them into worshipping him instead. He wants to claim all of them and mould them into his dedicated worshipper. Volo is not a romantic, but he does love you in a way, even if it's built from both envy and fascination. If his plans with Arceus fails? Well, he isn't above disappearing both of you and hiding away from the rest of the world. He's upset his dream has failed, but smug that he corrupted one with Arceus's blessing to such a degree. Besides, this doesn't have to be the end for his dream. He just needs to rethink it.

#volo x reader #yandere x reader #yandere volo x reader #yandere pokemon x reader #volo/reader #yandere volo/reader #yandere/reader #yandere pokemon/reader #yandere #yanstuff

[necroromantics]

X virus uhh uhh uhhh ye. Basic hcs of how he acts w different creeps?

🧪 — The X-Virus + Creeps

shit kid. poison tongue.

- cody is an asocial freak. he spends his days picking out homeless or addict victims, people who wont be missed, and would rather run experiments on them than make friends.

- cody wont actively seek out interaction with other creeps, and sometimes will purposely avoid them. they just get in the way in the end.

- that being said though, he does have a few notable connections. most of which were brought to him by fate

- ticci toby. cody grew up as an only child, he never had the opportunity to experience what its like to have a brother. but he saw himself and his past so heavily etched into this other boy. the two clicked very well, like two birds of a feather. due to their jobs, they very rarely actually had opportunities to see each other, but when fate brought the two back, it was like there was never any time between them.

- they both understand what its like to be a proxy, even if cody doesn’t quite know the extent toby has gone. but they’re both killers, they’re both damned. and they spend their time together messing around in the forest, or tormenting people, or stealing candy from corner stores. they both have the same sense of humour, and they like similar things.

- in a twisted way, cody looks up to his senior and toby would slowly begin to warm up to the idea of a little brother figure. some moments, when they’re hanging out in a dark, empty park after a job, they almost seem normal. two friends having fun, doing as the young do. just two kids who made a couple of reckless mistakes.

- eyeless jack. cody knows jack through toby. and while the beast is the creeps designated medic, he definitely doesn’t help just anyone. and cody is far too confident in his abilities to seek any help from the demon. so the two’s relationship doesn’t extend further than trade of chemicals and medicine, or casual encounters in the forest.

- they don’t necessarily get along badly, but they don’t have a deep connection by any means. jack sees cody as a reckless, selfish kid, just as he does with toby. and cody sees jack as a too-quiet, ominous being who he’d like to pressure into doing experiments on someday.

- nurse ann. if cody really needs medical assistance, he will visit ann. cody has major mommy issues, and theres that part in him that’d never admit he clings to her a bit to fill that void.

- ann looks out for cody, in a scolding type of way. she isn’t interested in having some kid with an attitude make a mess of her practice. but she is definitely curious about his experiments, especially the ones he does on corpses.

- “what did you do this time, little rabbit?” “man this tweaker bit me”

- nina the killer. definitely a fun time between the two. they have each others numbers. theyre both scene/emo kids at heart, and they share the same music taste so they’ll hangout together and blast get scared or ghost town together.

- nina doesn’t kill, shes only jeff’s accomplice, so cody and her will just spend their time together tormenting random homeless folk or old people on the street. and if you throw toby into the equation, the whole town will become these kids victim for the night.

- kate the chaser. he probably first found her holed up in an abandoned hospital room, scavenging for medical supplies. his initial reaction was “oh shit-“

- kate and cody are close. not as bonded as him and toby, but god knows these two have been around the block. they smoke together, and kate will sometimes just say fuck it and do research chemicals with him.

- they have a chill friendship. nothing deep or emotionally charged, but something to fall back on, because having allies is better than making enemies in this world

#tombwrites #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanon #x virus #xvirus #creepypasta cody #creepypasta xvirus #x virus headcanon #xvirus headcanons #creepypasta xvirus headcanons

[jaegonsmoon]

So there is this fic where Lucerys takes out his eye and gives it to Aemond and he falls to his knees and Aemond is in complete awe, and he takes him personally to dragonstone and he gifts him a ruby at the end.

So now I have this HC-Turned-Drabble that what if that night in Driftmark Viserys had agreed to Alicent’s request and they had taken Luke’s eye. Then upon growing up, Lucerys took to put a ruby gemstone on his eye socket.

Gemstones Are Forever

Unlike Aemond, as Lucerys gets older he stops wearing an eyepatch and wears his ruby eye proudly (only wearing his eyepatch when he flies on Arrax, because the wind can be a bit bothersome).

The first time Aemond sees him, it makes him pause completely. They’re there for Aegon’s wedding. They hadn’t seen the other since that fateful night. They’d both grown some ever since. Aemond tried his best not to stare too much, but it was nearly impossible—the precious gem in Lucerys’ eye glistened every time it caught light; during the ceremony, the feast, the dance.

Luke notices eventually, the intensity of Aemond’s look on him starting to weigh. He smiles at him bashfully at some point and Aemond’s heart stutters.

The next day, by the Godswood, Aemond is sitting in one of the huge roots reading some book, and Luke approaches him. They don’t speak at first. Things are still a little tense between them after all that’s happened. They never really got to talk it out. But after some small talk, Luke finally says “I’m sorry,”and after a pause, Aemond sighs but ultimately mutters “I’m sorry, too.” Lucerys’ debt was long paid, he’d paid Aemond’s same price but at least Aemond had gotten the biggest dragon alive in the realms, Luke had just been a little kid who was trying to defend his brother from Aemond’s own rage and years of being spoon-feed his mother’s poisonous beliefs. It had escalated too quickly, all of them just dumb kids with high titles and what they thought to be pet dragons at the time.

They are not big on apologies or words, so they don’t elaborate. In that, they can be very similar. But nonetheless, it holds meaning to the both of them. So after a while, Luke stands up and brushes the grass off himself, telling Aemond that they’re parting back to Dragonstone shortly and he just wanted to say goodbye.

Before he leaves, he turns and tells Aemond, “I think a gemstone would suit you well in your eye, uncle. You should try it some time.” To which Aemond says nothing—but his lips twitch and he nods at the boy farewell.

It is a few more years later, in the same spot in the Godswood where he finds his nephew reading a book this time. They’d return to King’s Landing per the dying King’s request, a family supper. He approaches him silently and upon hearing the crunch of the leaves Lucerys looks up. They look at each other for a few seconds before Luke gives him a crooked smile. “Uncle.”

Aemond nods at him, hands behind his back. “Nephew.”

They don’t say anything, just hold each other’s gaze some more before Aemond drops it and smiles at the ground, his hands reaching for his eyepatch. Removing it slowly, he reveals the precious gem that now replaces his missing eye. A sapphire. He hears as Luke’s breath catches when he approaches him further, now crutching and sitting next to him. Lucerys turns to look at him immediately, eye full of awe roaming his uncle’s imposing face. Then the boy smiles, so brightly, so beautifully. And just like all those years before, the stutter in Aemond’s heart returns.

“I was right,” Lucerys says, a dainty hand reaching up to his uncle’s sharp jaw, up to his cheekbone where his scar begins.. Stroking under the jewelled eye with such a faint, delicate touch. “Gevie.”

[ slightly modified version now also on AO3 ]

#i started writing this hc and the drabble wrote itself istg #I’m sleep deprived but at least I have them in my brai #i might post this on ao3 later #lucemond #aemond x lucerys #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #lucerys targaryen #drabble #lucemond drabble #lucemond fic #lucerys x aemond