#he feels bad about ordering from wing stop when i told him i wanted a greek salad

[sook9i]

— SAY MY NAME

⋆｡°✩ nicknames TXT likes in the bedroom

. . . GENRE ! TXT x gn!reader | separate headcanons

. . . CONTAINS ! sir/daddy/master kink, dom!txt, yj - mean(?) dom, degradation (whore, cockwhore, slut), hair pulling, begging; sb - mentions of dollification & size kink, reader is dressed in skirts, reader is called bunny; bg - mean dom, degradation (whore), slapping, implied doggy(?); th - kinda mean dom, pet play (collars, ears, etc.), reader called pet and kitten; hk - reader called angel, baby, & pretty, implied fingering & overstimulation

. . . NOTES ! heyyyyyyyyy so um here ya go, sorry for disappearing it'll happen again

. . . ADMIN ! written by callie 😽

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YEONJUN - wc ! 212

Split pretty evenly between sir and daddy. Most of the time, depending on the circumstances, a simple “junnie” or “baby” will suffice. Other times, however, especially when he’s feeling cocky or frustrated or jealous, it’s not enough. Yeonjun is naturally pretty teasing and likely to sprinkle in degradation into his talking. Not necessarily mean or hard, just simply dominating. The times when explicit dynamics are in order often come about from Yeonjun practically breaking you down until you say it first. Denying you over and over until you’re a slobbering mess of begging “Please sir-pl-please please-hic-wan’ your cock sir-please.”

“Oh? So now the little whore wants to start respecting me?” His grip tightens on your scalp, lighting pain across the skin. An obviously fake frown stretches on his face, “Poor, helpless little slut. Should’ve listened when I told you to stop messing around. But you’re just a stupid needy cockwhore, aren’t you? Can’t stand ten minutes without sir’s cock in your mouth, huh? Pathetic.”

His sneer drives swaths of heat between your thighs and more tears welling in your eyes. “P-please sir, i’m-im so-sorry-sob-sh-should’ve done what s-sir said. Plea-please, just-just wan’ you so bad.”

“Well then.” He hands yanks your head right up to his, “Shut up and get on your knees.”

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SOOBIN - wc ! 436

To pair well with both his size kink and interest in dollification, Soobin is not opposed to being called Daddy. He’s quite fond of things more in the realm of nicknames: binnie, bin, or even just Soobin. However, there’s something so heavy in the name Daddy that Soobin truly cannot resist. Putting all of your trust in his hands, his to mold and care for and use. He simply can’t help but take all of the control you give him. Dressing you up and posing you. All ruffles and short skirts; perfect pinks and whites, a pure picture of innocence. In these moments, you’re all his to ruin.

Poised upon the bed like a porcelain doll, framed in voluminous skirts and petticoats spreading out beside you like wings. Soobin’s long fingers drag their way up along your calf. Slowly coming to rest in the middle of your thigh, running a nail beneath the tight elastic of your stocking. The sharp snap on your skin shocks a cold gasp from your throat. Shuddering, eyes shut tight as Soobin’s nose trails quickly behind the rest. Coming to a stop, faced with the guarded walls of all your layers of clothes, he finally looked up at you. You could barely look back, eyes screwed tight.

“Aww, poor bunny is trembling.”

It takes everything in you to suppress the high and needy whimper building in your throat. The muffled sound peaks with a hard clenching between your thighs which are quickly pulled apart. Soobin’s palms pressed into the plush, rubbing soft circles into the skin; his fingertips so close to the ache between your legs, it dragged out another pathetic whine.

Eyes clenched even tighter, fists curled at your sides; It spills through your lips before you can stop it. “D-daddy, please-just-please-hnng.” Hips canting upwards, held back by his grip.

Soobin’s smirk grows impossibly smug, gleaning up at you as he presses your hips firmly into the mattress. Hands slipping from your thighs, pushing at the mountains of lace keeping him away. His eyes devour the depraved sight between your thighs, a deeper hunger growing in them. Fingernails digging into the flesh beside his head, more and more whimpers coming from you as his lips and teeth clash so close to where you need him. A hand twirled tight around his hair and a sharp tug on it all, his own neediness is catching up to him.

With a shudder and darkening eye; he always gets lost in the rush of power, your sweet submission, the moment he says, “Come on, Bunny. Beg for Daddy, and he’ll let you cum.”

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BEOMGYU - wc ! 251

Daddy but in a mean way. Beomgyu definitely has his soft dom moments, but with such a big thing for humiliation, they’re somewhat few and far between. He takes pride in his power over you; even when you act out, the power to put you back in your place is the most satisfying. Stripping you of your clothes and attitude; knocking you down a few pegs and face-first into his mattress. Chewing up your ego and spitting it back down your needy, begging, throat. That was perhaps his favorite part of it all. Making you so submissive, an absolute mess with the graze of his fingertips. Hips swiveling in the air, ass seared with hand prints and the deep crescents of digging fingernails. Your muffled cries were music to his ears; words muddled in pathetic slobbering.

“B-Beom-ah!” Another harsh sting ripples along your skin and tears a whining squeal from your throat. Paired with the fingers tugging you up by your hair, pain overwhelmed your senses.

His words send that burning pain back into unbearable heat between your legs. “Come on, baby. You know that’s not my name.” The grin on his lips is audible, though there’s nothing left in you to protest.

All resolve gone, you’re left to desperate groveling. “Daddy! Daddy, please, I’m sorry! Please-hic-just…fuck me, please.” Your words trail off, meak and measly, no match for the degrading laughter that follows.

“God, you’re such a dumb fucking whore. Cry a little louder, baby, and maybe Daddy will listen.”

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TAEHYUN - wc ! 279

another healthy mix of sir and daddy, with a little master mixed in sometimes. He likes to explore various dynamics, and thus, different names. Pet play is his newest experiment. The first time he saw you in between his knees, neck wrapped all pretty in a collar, he almost came on the spot. Tucking his fingers between the tight leather and your skin, tugging hard as you struggle to keep quiet. Pets aren’t supposed to talk, and he loves to remind you of that. If any word slips past your lips apart from his name, you can expect to end up with bruised knees and a sore throat.

Whining out a pitiful, “Please!”

The pain of carpet rubbing hard onto your skin is only outweighed by the harsh grip on the back of your neck. Tilting your head up to get a perfect view of your watery gaze.

Taehyun’s eyes are heavily lidded; foggy and dark as they rake over your face, pausing on the faux ears adorning your head. His grip tightens as the bells along your outfit jingle. “Kittens don’t talk. Or did you forget?”

Your heartbeat races and your core aches, teary eyes meeting his. “N-no, Master. I-”

His gaze is pointed, daring you to finish your sentence. A heated shudder settles in your stomach. “No, Master.”

“Good pet.” A thumb strokes softly on your chin, yet Taehyun’s face remains hard. “You know I still have to punish you, kitten.”

“Y-yes, Master.”

Fingers slip back down to your neck before yanking on your collar, knocking the breath from your lungs. Biting out the words, “Then shut up and open your mouth. Master’s gonna fuck your throat.”

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HUENINGKAI - wc ! 290

To Kai, the act of dominance, having you submit to him completely, is more about how he takes care of you every step of the way. Sure, there are certainly times he takes more focus on himself. He’s glad to have a partner so accepting of his selfishness at times. However, being the youngest, he’s used to the babying treatment; even playing into it at times. With you, he gets to play the caretaker instead.

You never have to do any thinking with him, and, even if you wanted to, he’ll have you going dumb soon enough that won’t really matter. Having you take his fingers over and over again; stretching you out and licking up your mess before he even takes his own clothes off. Maybe you aren’t the only dumb one. With the way he gets lost in your lovely sounds, he just has to go back for another taste.

Cooing at your over-sensitive whines, shushing your soft cries, kissing away your sweet tears, “So good for me-ahh-pretty baby.”

Hands cradled softly in his, mingling on the mattress to keep you grounded as Kai’s hips take up more space inbetween yours. He presses your thighs up with his own, cock running teasingly along the inside.

“Daddy-” Mind numbed-out and drool slipping past your lips, your words come out as no more but a muddled plea.

“I know, baby.” His breath falls short watching your eyes screw shut, “‘m gonna make you feel so good, I promise.”

Your fingers curl tighter in his. “Wan’-wan’ it, please-”

“Want daddy to make you cum, angel?”

He can’t stop his small giggle as you desperately nod and slobber out incoherent agreements. “Whatever you want. Let daddy take care of you, baby.”

#tomorrow x together #txt smut #txt x reader #txt imagines #kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpop x reader #cw smut #yeonjun x reader #soobin x reader #beomgyu x reader #taehyun x reader #hueningkai x reader #huening kai x reader #yeonjun smut #soobin smut #beomgyu smut #taehyun smut #hueningkai smut #txt fanfic #dom!txt #kpop fanfic #x reader smut #sub!reader #smut fanfiction #kpop scenarios #text — 🐱

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Stop trying to feel everything

John Egan X Lieutenant Colonel!Reader

Summary: When a woman comes on the base, ranked higher than anyone. Bucky wants a date with her!

Warning: Historical inaccuracies/ sexism/ alcohol use/ mention of death/ use of Y/n/

Word count: 850

She made her way into the debrief room, she felt the men staring at her, she heard whispers. ‘’Gentleman, this is Lieutenant Colonel Rogers, she will be working with the AWPD (Air War Plan Division), I want you all on your best behaviour, she’s ranked higher than most of you here’’ Colonel Harding ordered. The men went silent as they heard her rank. Bucky looked at the woman, she was intimidating, her body language was telling that she was confident and didn’t took any of the men’s bullshit. ‘’Thank you, Colonel. Now boys, your next target is – ‘’ she was cut off by one of the men. ‘’Come on, doll, lose the uniform!’’ he yelled. She stooped what she was doing and looked at the men. She looked at him from up and down and looked at him in the eyes. Her gaze was intimidating. ‘’Misogyny, how refreshing, what’s next? Stay in the kitchen, you drive like a woman? Listen to me very carefully, I’m the one that helps deciding where you’re going to fly next, which bomb you’re going to drop and everything that you were trained to do. So go ahead, make another joke and I’ll have you arrest for assault by the M. P’s. Understood?’’ she didn’t break eye contact with the men, who quickly sat down with his head down. ‘’Can I continue?’’ she looked at the men in the room.

She quickly made a reputation for herself. She was strong and was fierce, many tried to get with her, all of them failed to do so. John Egan made it his personal objective to get a date with the Lieutenant Colonel Rogers. But as the number of missions grew, he slowly started to lose his mind, Bucky came back from a mission with a lot of casualties, he went to see one of the men injured in the hospital. Y/n was already there. ‘’I’ll let you rest, Bubbles, take care of yourself’’ she said, holding his hands. ‘’Thank you, Miss Rogers,’’ he said, smiling. She walked to the door, but when she walked past Major, she slowed down. ‘’Hello, Major, your friend, Curt, told me to say that he and other guys were going to go drink. He invited you.’’ She said as she walked out the room. Her perfume filled his nose, she smelled really good. ‘’Uh, thank you’’ he stuttered.

He was on the wing of his plane, drinking directly from the bottle. ‘’Curt, can you do me a favor?’’ He asked his friend. He nodded. ‘’Come here’’ he said, moving his fingers in a ‘Come here’ motion. ‘’I want you to hit me’’ he said. Y/n was driving her Jeep around the base. She heard someone yelling, so she drove where the noise came from. She saw Major Egan on the wing of the plane. She stopped the vehicle and got out. ‘’What’s wrong with you, Major?’’ she asked the brunette. ‘’Nothing, Miss.’’ He said, holding his nose. ‘’He just asked me to punch him!’’ Curt exclaimed. Y/n had to hold her laugh as she smiled in disbelief. ‘’Major Egan, come back down, right now’’ she ordered. He did as she asked and climbed down the plane. ‘’What’s going on with you?’’ she asked. ‘’I just want to feel something’’ he blurted out. Y/n felt bad for him. ‘’Hop in, Major’’ she tapped the seat next to her. He sat next to her; she hands him a tissue for his nose. ‘’You know you can do something else than getting punched’’ she said. ‘’I just don’t know what’’ he mumbled. ‘’Stop trying to feel everything, Major, the emotions you’re feeling are valid’’ she says to him. He looked at her, she didn’t know what to say, but he had a lump in his throat. ‘’Why are you shutting off to us, Lieutenant?’’ he asked her. She thought about an answer, but he was right. ‘’Because I can’t take dead pilots, again. I want to be strong; I can’t see my friends being dead, not again’’ she said. She’d been transferred from another base; she lost her old best friend and went a little crazy. Bucky looked at her, she had both hands on the steering wheel, but if one of them was free, he would take her hand. ‘’Yeah, I heard the rumors’’ he softly says. ‘’The one that say that I’m crazy?’’ she asks. ‘’Yeah, but I didn’t believe them’’ Y/n smiles. She stops the car near a tree. ‘’Listen, Major, normally, I’m supposed to get you in trouble for the hole ‘punch me’ situation. I take my job very seriously, and if they learn that I went soft on you, my reputation is ruined. So don’t do it again, or the M. Ps are going to get involved, got it?’’ she tired to sound intimidating. Bucky softly smiled. ‘’You can’t buy my silence that easily, Lieutenant’’ he teased. ‘’Alright, what do you want?’’ she laughed. ‘’A date?’’ his voice was full of hope. Y/n rolled her eyes and looked at the men. She found him attractive, and he was the only one that was persistent enough to try to have a date with her. ‘’Okay, I’ll go on a date with you, Major’’

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #john bucky egan #john egan x reader #major john egan #master of the air imagine #master of the air

[vampirzina]

Bi han and kuai liamg with a vaternian/vampire reader pleasee how they met how they are together ect

𓆩𓆪 ┆ vaeternian!reader (w. Bi Han & Kuai Liang) hcs

tw: gn!pronouns, sfw, mdni, blood speak, nitara, wu lae and tomas mention

notes: this req wait i’m geeked ?! also quick reminder, requests are closed as of right now! any requests made after jan. 31 won’t be done, this request came in prior to the closing

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You “met” Bi Han before things got all-around bad for everyone. Though Vaeternus has their own realm to live, it’s known that there is not enough supply to feed your kinds’ severe population problem. You haven’t been there in years, even before the coven decided to scour the realms for food—you were always ten steps ahead. You descended upon the Lin Kuei, and that’s when you met Bi Han.

Initially, you and Bi Han had a deal. You wanted to feed, and Bi Han wanted to keep you from eating up his initiates. Obviously, Liu Kang left this decision up to him, who was determined to make a pawn out of you—he’d let you feed from him if you didn’t drain his ninja and you ran errands for the Lin Kuei. Somewhere down the line he’d become selfish of you… You noticed that when he begins to note when you hadn’t bitten him in a while, as if he’s expecting you or keeping track of your eating habits, and you mention that you’d eaten already (who fed you?).

With Bi Han, there’s no promises that he can keep his temper in check. There’s so many things that upset him; so many things that are on thin ice that one should not hope to fall through. Bi Han’s blood becomes chilled by the cryomancy running through his veins, and, as you guess, can make him a meal akin to gallons of ice cream. Brain freeze happens so easily with him and you have to remind him to chill out.

Once you and Bi Han make it official, he wants you to only feed on him. Perhaps it’s a human thing, but there’s just something intimate about feeding from someone else that a man like Bi Han does not enjoy. He knows you’re loyal and would never do anything to upset him on purpose because you’re just having a meal, but you seeking out someone else to eat from makes it seem like he’s inadequate when he’s far from. In order to make this a reality, Bi Han suggests you just live with him early on.

An unlikely pair Bi Han makes with you, by all accounts. You were the one to suggest the relationship, but that didn’t mean Bi Han didn’t dwell on the thought of having you in his bed. The deal you both struck up was a mere hollow hideaway for his true feelings for you—despite you unable to walk out into the sun, needing to feed on blood and everything that makes you a vampire, you were strong and powerful, and Bi Han liked that. Sure, maybe he likes a submissive partner who does what they’re told, but he’d be lying if he said he wanted a total helpless do-nothing who couldn’t protect themselves if his enemies find out who he keeps close.

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For the last time, you thank the nurse. Your wings tense at the simple brush of your own fingers against the bandage of your wrist. You’d sprain it on a solo mission and though you would be fine, you let out a little sigh. This’ll be annoying.

You hear the nurse mutter and step aside on the way out. You look up.

The nurse gone, Bi Han is already shutting the door behind him. His brown eyes don’t look at you, but your wrist—and his face paints itself a small frown.

“I did it,” you follow his gaze down to the injury. “You wanted to send a message, right? He won’t be bothering the Lin Kuei for a while.”

“Thank you. You did well,” was all Bi Han said in return. It didn’t even sound thankful but you knew he meant it; he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about something. The grandmaster stops close to you, close enough that he could touch you without strain.

You watch with warm eyes Bi Han inspect the injury.

“If you’re thinking what I think you are, no… Wu Lae couldn’t have laid a paw on me,” you explained in him even though he hadn’t asked. “Just did not quite stick the landing coming back.”

His frame visibly relaxes, and he’s so close to you that you can faintly feel him exhale through his nose.

“Anyway, I had plans to eat when I came back but you look tired,” you rasp, hands coming to massage Bi Han’s arms. You could feel satisfied by just the juicy feel of it, the blood, but you know better.

“I’m not,”

“You are,”

“Eat from me,” he interrupted you into silence, a silence which you honored to hear him. “We’ve been over this. There is no excuse, no reason for you to go looking when I’m right here.”

It took a moment of staring between you two to finally give in. You guide Bi Han’s arms around you and your legs around him, and his breath hitches when you keel him over.

“Fine. But don’t complain when you wake up with a sore body.”

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Bi Han likes to read you by the way your wings move.

Thanks to Nitara, you and Kuai Liang met. It’s unclear whether or not you two would have even had the chance to meet if she weren’t trying to attack Kuai Liang and his brothers. You’d spotted them long before she was sent by Shang Tsung and his backers, and you were quick to place your dibs. So when she swooped in despite your claim to the food, of course you saved him. It was a short conversation of gratitude and greeting, but the spark of a flame nonetheless.

After watching Bi Han’s betrayal from afar, you couldn’t bear to keep hunting Kuai Liang. You were a vampire, not morally depraved—but now you didn’t know what to do. With your hunger growing and the inability to find sufficient meals to get by running from you, you eventually became weak. You’d only think to go to the very new Shirai Ryu and collapse on their doorstep in a silent plea for mercy. Kuai Liang, the man he is, “sacrificed” himself for you to eat; it was the least he could do after you saved him. He and you formed an attachment this way when he let you keep coming back.

Inadvertently, you teach Kuai Liang to control flares in his temper. Whenever he gets angry or upset, it sounds comical but his blood quite literally boils; his blood takes a while to cool, and you’ll burn yourself if you don’t take caution. Whenever he wants to get angry at something/someone, he thinks of what that’d mean for you. Kuai Liang is almost too mindful of you when it comes to not just his emotions… A lot of his thoughts are about you. The bond you’ve formed with him turned soon into a relationship, and you both hit it off.

While Kuai Liang sleeps at night, you don’t. Because Vaeternians can’t necessarily see the sun (lest they want to die), it only makes sense that your kind is most active on cloudy days and nights. For a while you have to reassure him that you’re fine alone while you hunt; he’s not really the type to get jealous if you find someone else to eat from, because it’s food. However, he subtly suggests that if you’re unsuccessful or unsatisfied, you can come back to him. You remind him he’s your boyfriend. You’d hope so.

Kuai Liang installs blackout curtains in his room when or if you move in. For obvious reasons. He sacrifices getting up on time for a long while and becomes reliant on you to wake him up.

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You land, beating your wings twice to stabilize you on the grounds of the Shirai Ryu. The sky had turned a deep blue hue to reflect the sun rising east. You fold the wings inwards as you retreat just in time to hide away until nightfall again.

Were you sated tonight? Better than yesterday. But all of that adrenaline wanes when you step foot inside.

You’d fully expect to see Kuai Liang greet you, as he’d usually do—when it’s time to get up and work overlaps when you’re worked out and tired—but it’s quiet. Not eerily so, though. You continue to move silently until you find your shared space.

There, in bed, Kuai Liang hugs tightly a pillow.

It’s so pitch black in here and he’s still so sound asleep that you don’t think he realizes that’s not you. Lucky for him, he needs no longer a substitute. You change into more comfortable clothes than the ones you discard to the side.

Kuai Liang stirs when you slip into bed.

“Good morning,” you quietly singsong, and the sound of your voice has him abandoning the pillow with the quickness—tired eyes search the dark while hands feel for you, to which you humor. Kuai Liang forces you to bunch your wings impossibly further as he pulls you into him.

You shudder at the heat he radiates. “So warm…”

“I dreamt of you, that’s why,” Kuai Liang groggily jokes, burying his face into your collarbone where he sears kisses. “How was it?”

“Enough for now,” you answered, tangling your legs in his to plant yourself further in his embrace. “And I think I know how well you slept, so—ha—there’s that. Now it’s my turn.”

You feel Kuai Liang frown on your neck. He’s been needy lately and wants to stay and cuddle you away the whole day, but he can’t just leave things to poor Tomas. It’s not fair.

“Sorry, flames,” you frown yourself, apologizing for something not your fault. “Don’t rush to get things done, either. I’ll probably be staying tonight.”

“Did something happen?” Kuai Liang looks at you from where he is with light concern.

You deny. “Just want you.”

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Kuai Liang wants you to wrap your wings around him more often.

@𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐀೨

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#mk1 x reader #mortal kombat x you #mortal kombat x reader #bi han x reader #bi han x you #bi han hcs #kuai liang x reader #kuai liang x you #kuai liang hcs #vampirzina

[bubybubsters]

Insecurities (Eris x reader)

A/n: random, completely winging this, typed from my phone, please excuse and mistakes definitely not proof read. Prob a bad title too.

Ok so you and Eris are mates and he is about to try to kill Beron.

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word count: 1371

You knew your mate was worried; he never closed off his side of the bond unless he thought it was necessary. And Eris almost never thought it was necessary. But with less than a week until Eris planned to kill Beron, you knew he was insecure. But you didn’t know how insecure, so you wrapped up your long meeting with the ambassadors and quickly hurried t your shared room

When you opened the door to your room you were not expecting a ring of fire surrounded Eris and your mate on his knees, body covered with fire.

You hesitated, you were from the Dawn Court and your wings were definitely not immune to fire, nor was your body. Beron had only allowed the marriage because you were Thesan’s cousin and it would secure an alliance with the Dawn Court. But Beron didn’t know you were mates as Eris took great care to hide that. Beron hadn’t threatened you because that would put his alliance on thin ice. Unfortunately being Eris’ mate didn’t make you immune to fire.

You circled around so Eris could see you and started to reach a hand out towards the fire. Eris glanced up, his face stone cold and eyes guarded.

“Leave Y/n, please just leave me alone.”

You would do no such thing, even as his words hit your heart right where your own insecurities were. Does he still want me? Will he stop loving me one day? What if I'm not enough? You pushed the thoughts aside and focused on your mate. Slowly you took a step towards the fire. Another. Another. Until you were right in front of the fire, you could feel the heat of the fire, but it wasn't too hot. So you took another step, the fire immediately split around you.

Eris lifted his head and frowned at the fire as if it had a mind of its own. The fire surrounding his body retreated as you slowly pulled him into you. His back against your chest, one of your arms resting over his sternum, the other arm tangled in his hair. He was so tense that you leaned forward and whispered words in his ear.

"My mate, it may not be fine now but you will grow and heal and it will be better than fine. I love you and nothing you do will ever change that, you are good, you are kind and respectful and have never treated me with anything but. I am yours and you are mine and I love you. I love every part of you and I always will."

Eris hesitated to relax into you and you knew it was because he didn't want anyone to see him like this. Vulnerable and raw. You continued stroking his hair and occasionally whispered soft reassurances in his ear.

But he stiffened suddenly and sat up, not meeting your eyes, shutting you out. "I thought I told you to leave Y/n, if you can't follow that order at least shut the hell up and stop touching me! I can't stand it, you're so needy and you're always demanding something from me. Just go away, let me have a day of peace!"

Eris turned away from you as his words struck your heart deep, but you didn't go. You sat by him for the next few hours as he shouted things at you that went straight through your walls and to your heart. But you stayed and when he fell asleep you picked him up in your arms and set him on the bed. Tucking him in, you glanced at the clock. It was 6am. Shit, you were both already late for your morning meetings.

You left the room with a concerned glance at your mate even as you wondered if he meant his words. You went to his meeting in the night court first and when you got there a dagger was at your throat.

"Who are you? What have you done with Eris?"

You looked up to see the spymaster, you grimaced, "Eris is fine and I am his mate here to meet with the high lord in his place."

The spymaster hesitated before leading you to a meeting room already filled with the night court inner circle. You got straight to the point, "Alright first things first, I don't know when my mate will make his move but I can say with certainty that it will be in less than a week. Eris is stressed and tired and please to not pressure him, I'm not doing much better but I am already late to a meeting with the captain of Eris' loyal soldiers. So please excuse my mate and let him rest."

Everyone stared at you with shock before Rhysand nodded, "Tell Eris to come meet with us when he is ready, we have the supplies he asked for. And you can go meet with the captain and after that I think you should get some rest."

You smiled at him and nodded, "thank you high lord" before you winnowed out to another meeting.

You gave the captain a similar speech and he nodded. "Tell the Heir to get rest; he can't defeat Beron without strength, and tell him to come at least 5 hours before he makes his move. We need a heads up to be ready. Thank you mi'lady, but may I suggest you cancel the rest fo the meetings today?"

You laughed, "Why is everyone so worried about me? I'm not the one about to attempt overthrowing the throne! And captain, my next meeting is in the night, I should be good. Plus how many times do I have to say you can call me Y/n?

The captain and his soldiers stared at you until one spoke up. "I don't mean to be rude Y/n but have you looked at yourself recently?"

You blinked at the soldiers before nodding, "I suppose I should do that. Thank you."

When you got back to your room Eris was awake and eating breakfast at the desk while reading reports. He glanced up and his face was so cold and devoid of emotion that all your insecurities from his words the night before came rushing back. You stopped at his side and he pulled you into his lap stiffly.

Eventually you dared to speak, "I... did you mean what you said last night? Am I really needy and demanding?"

He stared down at you, expression softening immediately. "No I didn't sweetheart, I had a long day of work and you know what's coming up but I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken it out on you. You are all I could ask for in a mate, you do everything for me and ask for nothing in return. You stayed even when I told you to go because you know me and knew I didn't mean it. But I'm willing to bet everything I said hurt you, and I'm infinitely sorry for that. I will make it up in every way if you can forgive me."

You smiled at Eris, expression slightly pained but you nodded. "I will forgive you Eris Vanserra, and I know my cracked heart will heal eventually, with your help." Eris's answering smile was as bright as the sun. "I also met with the night court," Eris stiffened and you quickly added, "Rhysand wishes to meet with you when you're ready and the Captain needs you to notify him at least 5 hours before you know what so he can get his troops ready. They both told me to sleep as well but I don't understand why...."

Eris looked at you amused and stood up, carrying you to the full body mirror. You blinked at your reflection. There were dark circles under your eyes, your hair was unkempt, you clothes were singed at the edges and there was a little cut on your neck from where the spymaster had held a knife to your throat. You gaped at yourself.

Eris kissed the top of your head, "sleep my little fox, I will be here when you wake and I can start my apology." Your body heated but you smiled at him and drifted into unconscious.

A/n: hope you enjoyed! Constructive criticism, comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated. I swear I actually look at them

#acotar #bubybubsters #fanfic #acowar #eris x reader #eris vanserra #eris x you #eris vanserra x reader #autumn court #mated eris #kinda random #stressed eris

[thejediscrolls]

You Drew Stars

Tech x Jedi reader

Unrequited love is a real bantha

Angst / Slow burn / Fluff

Pt 1 of You Drew Stars

Everything… Our home… Our lives… It was all gone. Sunk to the bottom of the sea.

Kamino had became a second home to me when I was first assigned to my squad, Clone Force 99. Otherwise known as the bad batch. The council thought my presence would help the team to be less wreckless, but they were once again wrong.

I did my best to take care of my team, to keep them safe with each battle we were faced with. In time they came to feel the same, our once shaky team became a family.

The few years were filled with funny moments and sad ones from losing friends along the way. My life had been as simple as it could be thrust into a war… That is until order 66.

Everything became messy back then. I ran away that day with Kanan as we fled from the clones we once called friends who were hunting us. I managed to get him somewhere safe before our paths parted. It meant what we wanted, the two of us with our only connections to our lives before and the Jedi. I had to leave the young Padawan, the only safest option to keep our identities hidden. I prayed to the force every night that he was safe as I continued to my journey to find my squad. To somehow reason with them… Months passed before I was able to track down my makeshift family.

When I found them in that dingy bar, I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. It was like the missing pieces in my heart were put back together. Hugs and greetings were made and I still remember the shock I felt when Tech gently wrapped his arms around me.

“It’s good to see you again General.”

It was no secret between the squad that I had a particular soft spot for the intelligent clone. It happened slowly through our days of war and the only thing to keep me from curling in on myself were long conversations with him of absolutely anything. Those moments were carried with me in my recent days of being alone.

“I am no longer your General.” I joked.

“Impossible. You will always be our general.” Was his simple reply.

I smiled into his armor, “I missed you to, Tech.”

It didn’t take long to relise that they were on the run from the empire as well. They told me about how they found out chips were implanted in the heads of every clone trooper forcing them to follow order 66. A heavy weight left my chest from hearing that it wasn’t truly them, but returned just the same thinking about all the poor clones out there who have to commit such atrocities… Then they told me about Crosshair and the feeling of pain only grew.

Though I did meet a new friend by the name of Omega. She was a sweet girl with a brilliant mind and I quickly took her under my wing. Absolutely no one would hurt this bright soul.

From that moment on we spent months chasing after adventures throughout the galaxy and working under Sid. Sid however, knew nothing of me being a Jedi and I’d like to keep it that way.

Everything was different, but not different in a bad way. Our family grew closer as we slowly learned what we could be apart from war. Tech and I grew closer, noticed by all especially Wrecker who seemed to tease Tech any chance he got. I still remember the first time I fully opened my grief to Tech.

It was just after Camino being destroyed, Crosshair staying behind once again for his beliefs, destruction surrounded us all. It was odd that it was in that moment that what we have lost hit me in an aching force.

“I can’t breathe.” The words barely got out as I held on one of the crates lodged in the back of the ship, “I can’t-”

Everything was shaking as if an earthquake was occurring in that very room. It wasn’t until later that I realized it was because of me and my heightened emotions causing an imbalance in the force.

“It is quite normal to be experiencing lack of breath do to an accelerated heart rate. By my calculations you are having a panic attack.”

“Tech.” I pleaded with the clone.

“I apologize… I’m afraid the only thing to stop your condition is to get your heart rate down.”

“How?” I cried out, a wooden crate crumbling into pieces on the other side of the wall.

I didn’t notice the way Hunter entered the room or Tech silently nodding at him to wait outside.

“Everything is gone! Our home is gone! My friends are… Crosshair… The Jedi… My master Secura. My force, Master Billaba didn’t deserve to die either! If only I had stayed to help her, but instead I ran. And your home didn’t deserve to be destroyed! Everything! Everything is just… Gone.”

“You are not gone. I am not gone.” He spoke softly, “Neither is Hunter, Omega, Wrecker, Echo, or Crosshair wherever he may be… And you didn’t run. You helped your friend’s padawan escape, you saved that kid.”

My breathing began to slow down as I took in his words. He was right in a way… We were not gone.

“As for our home is not gone either because a place doesn’t make a home-” He took a small breath, “We make each other a home.”

“Tech…” I spoke his name as soft as a gentle breeze.

“Your heart rate seems back to normal. How do you feel?” He asked.

I wiped the sticky tears from my face as I took a breath, “Better.”

I gave him a soft smile, one he returned.

I think that was the moment my heart began to beat a little faster for the tall trooper. He gave me a feeling that I have only ever felt before I was taken in by the council. When I was, but youngling held close to my mother’s side… A feeling of comfort and home.

My feelings only grew stronger from there as I slowly came to the terms that I was in love with Tech… A problem in and of itself and so here I was trying to solve my problems in a bucket of mantell mix.

“I don’t know what to do Hunter.” I sighed, “Jedi were forbidden to form any attachements… But I am no longer a Jedi under the council.”

“You could always just tell him.” He suggested.

“Have you met your brother? I can barely touch him without the poor man freaking out. Imagine just suddenly telling him I like him… He would go into shock! No, I need to do this slowly… Ease into it maybe?”

“That seems… Stupid.” He chuckled and I followed it with a sigh.

“It’s the only option I have. I don’t want to ruin our friendship by suddenly confessing and I don’t even know if he likes me back yet.” My shoulders slumped, “Oh my force, what if he doesn’t even like me back?”

“I highly doubt that.” Hunter muttered under his breath.

“Come again?” I asked not hearing him.

“Nothing.” Hunter shook his head as he stood up, “Why don’t you try openly showing how you feel and see if he returns it.”

My brows furrowed, “Like flirting?”

Hunter nodded, “Yeah. Although I think it’s stupid to not just admit your feelings, but it’ll give you confidence and when you feel comfortable to confess, do it.”

Wreckers voice echoed throughout the cantina signaling their arrival.

“Oh look who’s back.” Hunter smirked as he patted my shoulder as he left, “Good luck.”

I took a breath before sliding off my stool to greet the other half of our team. I slid in beside Tech, his eyes barely glancing up from his holopad.

“General.” He greeted with ease.

“Tech.” I mused as I carefully pushed the holopad down from where he had it so close to his face.

I could see the confusion and slight embarrassment in his eyes, “How was the mission? I have no doubt you handled it perfectly as you always do, yes?”

“Ah…” He trailed off and I could see his nervousness already starting to rise and I hadn’t even touched him yet.

It was honestly adorable in a way that embodies Tech. I waited patiently for his response in no means of retreating. He was just about to answer just as Omega wrapped me up in a hug.

“You wouldn’t believe the adventure we had!” She smiled as I returned her hug, “There was this huge sea beast and Tech whipped the ship so fast it we almost crashed into a cliff!”

“You what?” Hunter stepped in causing Omega to pull away from and towards him.

“I wouldn’t say crash. I had everything perfectly under control.” Tech intervened.

“Yeah!” She grinned.

“Tech crashing? I’d never believe that.” I glanced back up at Tech with a cheeky grin.

“Indeed.” Tech’s lips twitched upward slightly in return.

If anyone would ask me describe Tech’s eyes. I would say it felt like the warmest of hugs when he would wrap me into his gaze. I thought maybe… Just maybe…

We could be.

“Say… Do you want to go get something to eat?” I asked him hoping that he would agree and we could get some time alone.

“Oh I’m starving! But only if you’re cooking!” Wrecker boomed.

I couldn’t even be angry at the big teddy bear when he rubbed his stomach as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Even though I know fully well that they are because, I made them the food.

I let out a breathy laugh, “Well we should get going then.”

Our family was crazy messy and dramatic, but it was perfect… Until it wasn’t.

“Before you guys go I have another mission for you! It involves one of my informants.” Sid waved at us to follow her into her office.

As we walked by the bar, I grabbed my mantel mix and handed it to Omega so that she could have something to snack on before dinner.

“Thank you!” She accepted the treat, happily shoving a handful in her mouth and passing the box to Wrecker so he could eat.

“She’s going to turn into Wrecker with her eating habits.” Tech sighed.

“I don’t know… She has quite a bit of each of your personalities.” I smiled gently at him as we entered the office, “If it’s any consolation, I like your personality the best.”

He fixed his glasses nervously, “I am intelligent so it’s only natural that you would think so.”

“I wouldn’t see it any other way.” I replied.

“Well now that you’re all here, this is my informant.” Sid motioned to the chair and we all directed our attention to the beautiful woman sitting in it.

“The name’s Phee.” She grinned.

#star wars #star wars imagine #starwars #clone wars #bad batch #bad batch imagine #bad batch x reader #star wars x reader #tech x reader #tech x phee #tech x you #tech x y/n #bad batch tech #bad batch angst #clone trooper tech #tech angst #bad batch fluff

[writers-vlogx]

Yandere namor headcanons

I NEED THIS MAN TO BE POSSESSIVE AND AGGRESSIVE, I NEED HIM TO WANT YOU SO BAD HE WILL DO ANYTHING TO KEEP YOU

It doesn't matter how he knows you, doesnt matter who you are, what matters is you catched his attention, and you know better than to attract the attention of a god.

It doesn't matter what drawer him in, what matters is that he has his eyes set on you. And he refuses to have anyone else.

You will be his, you don't have a choice

The first time you ever meet him, or at least you think it's the first time. He comes to you as if he was just like you. An illusion he wished he could believe, to believe he's lived his entire life next to you.

His delusion has not completely blinded him, he knows he should not just show himself to you and risk his life or his peoples life, but hey its not like you'll get very far even if you try.

Meeting him for the first time is certainly a... experience to say the least, this man that has winged feet and pointed ears that seems to be almost floating, but no that can't be true. You must be hallucinating!

Yeah that's right, that's it you must have not drank enough water and now your seeing things!

But as you stand up to leave in confusion and awe assuring yourself it was a lack of water, you feel a hand wrap around your wrist. "Where are you going amor?" ...this wasn't a dream, this man was real..he's standing right in front you me, and as if this couldn't get any worse in your shock you do the only thing that you know.

The legends of your people had taught you well, your grandmother always told you about people from the water that would take careless passerby's and drown them at the bottom of the ocean, she had told you to never go near the water at night.

She had told you that if you ever did and you saw one of them the thing that could save you was...Scream.

But almost as if he had read your mind he covered your mouth before any sound could come out, You looked up at him in fear of the stories you had heard him. Were you going to be drowned like other carless victims? but instead he just stared, seemingly unable to know of what to do. Almost like he hadn’t thought of what to do after covering your screams. 

So he slowly let his palm uncover your mouth and the second his body had stopped making contact you ran, you didn’t know if it would help but it was the only logical thing you were able to think of in that moment. 

And contrary to what you thought he did not chase after you, he only stared as you ran, and in a way you felt kind of bad for him but you couldn’t bring yourself to give it much thought instead you decided to push the strange feeling down. 

The days that followed he had been observing you, following your routine and seeing if you had alerted anyone of the incident, that could have been a good excuse he thought for him to justify him taking you away.

But as faith would have it, you hadn’t. 

The days passed on and he became more and more anxious not having you by his side but the thought of just letting you go didn't sit right with him either

So he planned everything from where you would stay, to how he would take you; he wanted to be gentle with you, he didn't want you to hate him either

So in order to avoid any...problems, he decided to take you when he knew no one would notice as easily, at night when none of the village dared to walk near the sea

You don't know what made you go back to that beach, maybe it was the fact that it had the effect of calming you for so long that now you just had to come here everytime you needed to breath, but unfortunately for you he was waiting just like how you had left him that time amd whether you knew it or not he's not letting you go this time

Everything happened so quick that by the time you had processed everything it was too late, he had you in his grasp; his arms were wrapped around your chest and his face hidden in your neck breathing in your scent

"Please be mine, and rule alongside me"

He tried so hard to make it sound like a question, like he was giving you an option, news flash he wasn't. It was a statement of what you were going to do whether you wanted to or not, after all it's all really your fault darling, you know better than to grab the attention of a god right?

I'm sorry it was shitty, but I've received yalls requests and I'm currently working on them, I just wanted to clean out my drafts finally 😮‍💨

@yoongskook @hausofmamadas

#namore x male reader #namore x you #namor fluff #mcu namor #namor x reader #namor #fether serpent god #wakanda forever #black panther 2 #namor the submariner x reader #Tenoch Huerta #kukulkan #tenochtitlan

[zilabee]

Colin Hanton left the Quarry Men because of a gig at the Finch Lane Busmen's Sports and Social Club. It was a club George's dad was a member of, and he he was the one who'd got them the gig. He and George's mum were both in the audience. The Quarry Men went on, played four songs, beautifully, and took their bow. But the curtain didn't close:

"Despite the best efforts of a chap in the wings it refused to move. So instead of us standing on the stage twiddling our thumbs, John announced to the audience that we would do another number while the curtain was fixed. And so we did. [...] As we left the stage the chap working the curtains congratulated us for covering the situation so professionally. The MC also approached and congratulated us, telling us we'd performed really well and that if we wanted to go to the bar there was a pint each waiting for us."

They proceeded to get very drunk.

"Unfortunately we didn't stop at one pint. We had several. George Harrison recalls we were drinking 'black velvets'. [...] We even took drinks with us back to the green room where we continued to have quite a party. As far as I can recall, George abstained after that first beer and remained relatively sober, but in no way did he hold back from some noisy partying. At one stage I remember standing on a chair in the green room singing away at the top of my voice. We were really into it, no holds barred."

What nobody had told Colin was that they were expected to play a second set.

"George was certainly aware we were expected to do so. I can't be certain John and Paul knew, although it seems more than probable they did. Whatever any of us knew or didn't know, somehow, quite drunk and not really capable of playing, we teetered and tumbled back on stage. [...] We were ragged and by the end of the first song John and Paul were finding it hard to focus on performing at all. They were mostly laughing and joking together, lost in their own private world. As a group we were almost oblivious of the audience, completely focused on our in-jokes and stupidity. George had become quiet and acutely embarrassed. [...] In front of an audience we had wowed with our first set, we had no literally fallen apart. To prevent further embarrassment the MC ordered the curtains to be drawn."

The curtain guy and the MC both told them how they'd themselves down, and were politely disappointed in them. But John and Paul continued to find it all hilarious and make jokes. It slowly dawned on Colin that the manager of another venue, the Pivvy, had also attended specially to see them because he'd been interested in booking them for regular gigs at the bingo hall. Obviously he decided not to hire them after all and tried to be polite about it, while Paul and John made jokes about him. Pete Shotton was the one to explain all this to Colin.

"I was angry. What was really getting to me most of all was that, even though by then he wasn't in the group, Pete knew exactly what was going on but I didn't. It really struck home that once again no one had let me know what was happening. They did not seem to care. They just contacted me when they needed me. I felt like the dogsbody, a spare part. It had become the theme of the times."

Paul and John continued joking and cracking up on bus on the way home, putting on stupid voices.

"Once we settled into our seats on the top deck of the bus, unfortunately Paul continued speaking in that silly voice and I continued to let it bother me. By now I was feeling outright anger about the way the evening had panned out and Paul's voice had become the focus for my bad temper. If I had a critic in the group it was Paul, and so, subconsciously, I was probably feeling some anger towards him even before the evening had started. Everything that was irritating me and upsetting me about being in the Quarry Men was now buzzing around inside my head. That whole evening summed up how frustrated I'd become. I wasn't enjoying it anymore. The drink I'd consumed only contributed to my dark mood. I did my best to stay cool, but the more I suppressed it, the worse I felt. In the end, my temper just broke. I snapped. My temper blew and Paul was the unfortunate target of the full fury of my anger. I remember screaming at him, "Shut up, speaking in that stupid bloody voice!" Such was the fury in my voice I frightened myself, so goodness knows how he must have felt. But from that moment I had his full attention. Shock and horror registered on his face, the voice silenced. John and George both looked absolutely startled. I'd stopped them in their tracks too."

At this point Pete grabbed Colin by the arm and told him it was their stop and hurried him off the bus. It wasn't their stop, but it was the end of Colin's Quarry Man days. He simply didn't bother getting back in touch with them, or them with him. He put his drums away and put it all behind him.

Quotes from Pre:fab! by Colin Hanton and Colin Hall.

#pre:fab #colin hanton #the beatles #the quarry men

[foxydivaxx]

ZoSan High School AU: Without Plastic There Is No Paradise Chapter 1

Zoro’s POV

I remember the first day I met Sanji. He was 13 going on 14 at the time. He was dropped off at school in a sleek red sports car by his dad. I remember everyone suddenly paying attention because here comes yet another rich kid.

In our town, whenever there is a newbie, gossip always follows the person. In Sanji’s case, there were stories about him being a promiscuous kid that only slept with older guys and that he was a mafia prince. Ironic since I am also a mafia prince myself.

My first impression of him told me otherwise. At a glance, he did not seem to be the typical mafia kid. Far from it. He instead resembled those sexy male supermodels and popstars that pose for Calvin Klein ads.

He had the looks for it too. Adorable little blue eyes, pretty kissable lips that I occasionally stare at every single day even when I think others ain’t looking, a slightly tanned skin tone that shall delved more into as time goes on, that messy blonde hair, the tall frame and long legs that give him that modellike look and lastly and most importantly, the world’s most beautiful ass. Those doctors better protect that ass during surgery else I will riot!!

He stepped out of the car with such grace and finesse that it shocked us all when we learned about his past. He gave a shy smile as he made his way to the Principal’s office.

I remember how everyone was talking in excitement about him. Now I was kinda torn here since I was the popular kid and he was the newbie that got attention with ease. Oh don’t get me started on my crush on him.

That has always been the guy’s selling point without him realizing it; Sanji is just that naturally charismatic and sexy without trying too hard that when he tries too hard, it is hilarious and cute.

When he came into the class, he was so shy that I kind of felt bad for him. He managed to introduce himself without stumbling on his words.

“Hi. I am Sanji Vinsmoke. Nice to meet you all.”

He was directed to a seat at the back, the seat closet to mine. He takes his seat and keeps quiet. I decided not to pester the guy that day. Did not want to stress him out.

That still did not stop me from having my colourful thoughts about him. I occasionally stole glances at the boy, trying not to let my sexual fantasies get the better of me.

School came and went with a blur but it was fun yet torturous. For one, he sat with the rest of the gang as Vivi and Nami insisted on it. Thankfully, he was coy. He did not say much about himself. But that did not stop me from staring at him which makes him flirting with the ladies even more infuriating. Why bother with them when I fucking exist, huh? Or wait, was he playing a game here?

Either way, that was the past. We are now in the present and our current situation is a lot dire than expected.

“Zeff and the boys stationed at the East wing survived. However, majority of the cartel, particularly the Don himself Judge got murdered in brutal fashion. From what I gathered, Zeff was not the one that ordered the attack on Sanji. I suspect Pudding and that friend of hers chose to punish Sanji because he refused her sexual advances.“ says Mihawk.

“Smart move on his part because I have always been suspicious of that brat.” says Shanks. “How is Sanji?” Perona asked.

I sigh and reply. “He is resting after the first round of reconstructive surgeries. One thing I know is, he will never feel the same after this. Plus he now has to fully take over as the Don now.”

“He was trying to escape the house after hearing about Big Mom’s attack but Pudding blindsided him by shooting him in the hip first and then her friend dumped the acid on him.” says Crocodile. “Saw it in the CCTV footage.” He shows us all and I literally grimaced at what I saw. That bitch has to pay for her treachery.

I know why she did this. The bitch hates the fact that although Sanji is a charismatic flirt, he only had feelings for one person: me. So she and that friend hatched that plan in the hopes of ruining Sanji’s looks and beauty for eternity. Afterall, that was one of Sanji’s major weapons. Now that girl has ruined his confidence for good. Oh I have to make that bitch and her entire family pay for that.

“The least we can do for Sanji is to lay low and lick our wounds and slowly regain our strength.” says Ace. Mihawk then turned to me. “Zoro, keep on watching his progress. He may not be able to regain his beauty again but we need to watch his mental health. He has lost enough friends and relatives already.” I nodded.

With that, the meeting is closed and I head off to the hospital to check on Sanji. As soon as I arrive, I see my friends Luffy, Nami, Vivi, Usopp, Brook, Chopper,Franky, Robin and Jinbei waiting outside Sanji’s ward.

“We have all gone in and Uhm…..he wants to talk with you.” says Luffy. Nami nudged me as encouragement and I walk into the room.

Staring at the window in a wheelchair was Sanji. I could still see some burn scars on his hands. Upon hearing the door open, he turns around to take a look at me. His face still looked terribly scarred but it was still decent though his skin looked terribly mangled. There was great sorrow in his eyes, prompting me to step forward and take his hands. “You should not have gone through all this trouble for me Marimo.”

I miss hearing him call me that weirdly affectionate nickname. “No Curly. You have been through enough hell. You deserve all the love and kindness in the world.”

He then begins to tear up with the one eye that is functioning properly. “I am tired of living Marimo. I have lost everyone I ever knew to that wretched Charlotte family. They caused that car accident. They killed all my friends I met on the streets. I do not want you guys to suffer because of me.”

I pull him into a hug. “Listen to me Sanji. You are not responsible for your pain and suffering. But you have to come back stronger. They destroyed your father but they spared you because those fools underestimated you.”

He stops crying once he heard me say that. “You serious about that?” I pull away and nod. “Yes. I have heard so much about you and what you do from the others and what I see is the most badass and competent Don.”

He gives me a little smile. “Just give me a minimum of a year. I will be back. Please tell Zeff to handle the affairs of the cartel on my behalf. I may need more surgery because I am not satisfied with my face.”

I chuckle. “Hey this is just phase 1. There are more phases to come.” He sighs. “When I said without plastic there is no paradise, this was not what I meant.” he grumbles, earning a laugh from me.

“I love you so much Marimo and I am so glad that I met you.” I grin and lean forward and kiss his forehead. “Love you too. Get better for me my Don.”

He smirks. “Anything for you my beloved husband.”

Sanji’s POV

Once Zoro leaves the room, I take in a deep breath. My body is still weakened and tingles as a result of the acid attack. My blood boils at the mere though of Pudding and her wretched family.

My biggest mistake was ever saving her from those thugs. Should have left her to die. Now she ruined me and in the most humiliating way possible. I would have given up and ended my life had not been for Zoro and the others because what use is an ugly, crippled Don? I would be even more vulnerable.

Thank goodness for Shanks, Ace and Mihawk. They sprung into action and did some brilliant damage control. Plus they helped with the reconstructive surgery. Speaking of which, I am not yet fully satisfied with the current results. Granted this is just stage one which is all about patching up the face to regain most of its original structure. Regardless, I am not satisfied and want my old beautiful face because bitch I am fucking vain.

That was the difference between Dad and I. Dad loved to pander to people not worth any substance whereas I am a lot more calculating. Those streets I spent years on hustling and getting my ass beat turned me into the coldass bitch that I am today.

I am not above using my beauty to get what I want out of people which is why everyone calls Black Leg Sanji. My legs can be inviting but can also end you.

That is partly why Pudding hates me. I was always one step ahead of her. I did fuck her boyfriend better than she did. So that is fine. There is also Zoro. She thought she had a chance with him. How wrong she was. And then she took it out on me.

She may have weakened me temporarily. But make no mistake, I lived because I am that stubborn and when you fuck with a fiery spirit like moi, oh payback will be such a bitch to you that you would be begging for God to send you straight to Hell instead.

I love being bad. I enjoy being nasty. I don’t know, being a bad boy feels good. I cannot pleasure myself now due to my weakened state but come next year,no one would know what would hit him. And I shall so enjoy making people’s self esteems drop.

#one piece #sanji #zoro #zosan

[enelenjoyer]

Soiled Blood | Yan!Enel x Reader [Part 1]

(FIRST FANFIC IVE EVER MADEE :D) Growing up as a Skypiean villager in a household where you had to sell fruits for a living in order to survive was something. You weren't the wealthiest person but you still enjoyed life. Having a loving family constisting of two healthy parents and a younger brother was fun, you usually played games with eachother and you would often teach him stuff about nature and life. Your family was basically perfect. At least before the God Enel started terrorizing the village you lived in.

You would often see him punish villagers for the smallest and dumbest things like for example, wearing clothes of a color he doesn't like or having a wing shape he finds ugly. And lucky enough, one of his favorite foods were apples, and your family happened to sell fruits. ━━━━━━━ The God was sitting on his throne-like couch staring off into nothing as he thought about what boring and basic day it was. No issues, no annoying brats running around, it was just a normal day. And a normal day is a bad day for him. Being bored he just decided to go to the same village he usually went to and hoped to find something that'll bother him enough to burn someones house down. Walking around, he noticed a h/c girl watering a flower with a smile on her face. That's when he immediately felt something inside of him, it was like mountains of mixed emotions fell right on top of him that made him feel strange. He kept standing there trying to process what happened until he noticed her staring right back at him with a fearful expression plastered on her face. He noticed her trying to run off somewhere to hide until he told her to stop. You stared at him in horror, wondering what the God wanted from someone like you until he opened his mouth and said. "Give me an apple." You calmed a bit down but you were still scared for your life. Wanting to live, you headed back to the garden and into the direction of the apple trees looking for the best apple you could find. You found a shiny apple that looked like it was sent from God down to Skypiea. Taking the apple in your hand, you cleaned it, went back to him and gave him the apple, hoping he'd let you live. Eating the apple, he just thought about how cute your terrified expression looked. And from that moment on, he knew he couldn't leave you alone.

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He had been doing this for a while now and everytime he came you slowly began opening up to him and in the end you began talking to him without worry. While your innocent mind thought he just wanted apples he was plotting a way to take you with him as a pet. "Say, do you actually enjoy living like this? Like a peasant?" He said calmly like the sentence he just said wasn't extremely insulting. "Don't say it like that, you make it sound bad! I don't live like a peasant, I have a loving family right by my side!" You said proudly. Admiring how proud you were of them and how you confidently talked back the mountain of emotions stacked on him even more.

"Do you want another apple or..??" You asked after he finished his 14th apple. "I'm good." He said before laying down on the cloud floor. Laying beside him, you started to realize that he wasn't as scary and bad as you thought. Sure, he'd make insensitive remarks about how you lived but he was fun to be around.

Going back to his home all he was thinking about was chains he'd use to tie your wrists or how the cage he'd put you in should look like. Soon, you'll finally be in his arms and you don't even know it.

#one piece #enel #enel x reader #enel one piece #eneru #x reader #yandere #male yandere #one piece yandere

[callsign-bunnie]

Angles and dehmons… blease… bleaee…

So, this is the second to last part of what is posted on AO3. This series is going on a (very brief) hiatus so I can finish plotting it out and then it will be posted, again. I want to take a small bit of time and catch up over here, so AO3 fics will be posted less this week.

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Soap sighed as he met up with Roach, trying to hide how bad he was fidgeting by clasping his hands behind his back. He tried to tell himself that this was just to find a way to keep his brothers safe. Nothing more.

Ignore that Gaz seemed to have completely dropped Alex completely. And that Rodolfo was much better… No, this was to keep them safe. The only reason.

‘I’m surprised you’re coming.’ Roach signed as Soap approached.

Soap had to admit… Roach looked good. Black joggers that hugged around his hips and left the slightest strip of skin showing under the loose black shirt he was wearing… Soap debated saying fuck the demon and just trying to get with Roach, instead, but… they had agreed to go to a match together. 

So, Soap shrugged and sighed. “I want him to get Alex to leave Gaz alone.”

‘That’s not what this is about.’ Roach shook his head. ‘He captured your interest as much as he captured mine.’

Soap glared at him. “That’s not true.”

‘Isn’t it?’

Soap huffed. “If you’re going to be an insufferable asshole, I’m just going to go home.” 

Roach hesitated and then sighed. ‘Fine. This is just to get Alex to leave Gaz alone.’

“Thank you.” Soap nodded. “Anyway, when does the match start?”

‘In an hour or so. I figured we’d both fly.’ Roach shrugged. He seemed to hesitate. ‘I’ve missed you.’

Soap looked away. “That’s behind us, Roach. You… made your choices, I’ve made mine.”

‘I regret them.’

“Yeah, well, it’s too late to take them back.” Soap muttered, ignoring that he also regretted his. Of all his relationships, ending this one with Roach hurt the worst. He’d take it back if he could but… he couldn’t. Actions had consequences and he’d had to learn to live with them. 

Roach shook his head. ‘Why? Why is it too late? We were good together.’

“Roach! We’re almost worlds apart!” Soap shook his head. “I live in the garden because I’m too damaged to do anything else and you- you’re off being a badass and taking jobs.”

Roach looked down. ‘I don’t think you’re too damaged to do anything else… I think you could do anything you wanted if you’d just try… I just… I… I miss you. I miss you at night when I should be sleeping and I miss you during the day when I’m awake. I don’t understand why… you stopped loving me?’

Soap stopped and almost stumbled back, feeling like he’d been hit. Had Roach spent this entire time thinking that Soap had left because he’d stopped loving him? Guilt suddenly filled him and he went to explain, but then Roach was stretching his wings out. ‘We should go, so we’re not late.’

Soap hesitated and then nodded. “You’re right.” He mumbled and stretched his own out. 

-

When they arrived, Roach informed the bouncer that they’d been invited by Ghost. Once they’d confirmed their names, they were quickly led inside. 

Soap found a seat with Roach, watching a small boxing ring where two demons were already fighting. Soap had to admit, he was quite surprised to see an equal spattering of Angels and Demons through the audience, though not many seemed to be watching the ring. 

A waiter came by and got a drink order from them before Soap turned to Roach, who was tracing a napkin. “When do you think Ghost fights?”

“Not for another hour-“

Soap jerked and then cursed loudly in surprise, both him and Roach immediately looking up to see Ghost was standing by the table. 

“Sorry.” Ghost chuckled and then leaned against their table. “I’ve been told I’m quiet.”

“You do that on purpose.” Soap accused, earning just a shrug. 

Roach nodded. ‘So why did you invite us here so early?’

“To get to know you both better.” Ghost answered before sliding into a chair at their table. “You both are intriguing. I’ve not met many angels who aren’t actively warriors that are willing to kidnap a demon from his bed and threaten him. Most of you, even little Seraphim, are too timid.”

“We’re not timid.” Soap answered, glaring at him. “Besides, we had something we needed.”

“Something I can’t give.” Ghost sighed. “Though, it looks like you convinced your brother to stay away, regardless.”

Soap just shrugged. “He made the decision on his own.”

Ghost nodded. “Good. But… you’re still here.”

Soap blushed dark. “I am.”

Roach rolled his eyes and Soap threw a glare at him. 

“Any reason why or do you have something new to threaten me for?” Ghost chuckled. 

Soap blushed even darker. “You invited me. I thought it would be rude not to accept.”

“Ah.” Ghost nodded. “Of course. Why else.”

Soap turned and glared at the table, trying not to get too riled up. “Maybe I should go-“

“No, no.” Ghost seemed to almost too quickly stop him and then he appeared almost sheepish. “I’m sorry. I’m just glad you’re here.”

Soap paused and then decided to accept that, relaxing. “Alright. I’m… I'm glad I’m here, too.” He nodded. 

Ghost then turned to Roach, who was looking around the club. “What about you? You know, that offer is still on the table~”

Roach half grinned at him. ‘Oh? Does the other still have to watch?’

“Only if he wants to.” Ghost laughed and then Soap only went darker red when Ghost winked at him. 

“He does not.” Soap answered, glaring at them both.

Roach seemed almost disappointed. ‘I’ll think about it.’ He told Ghost, who seemed to accept that. 

Soap tuned them out as he looked around, accepting his drink when it arrived. He hadn’t gotten anything with alcohol in it, not wanting to be inhibited in case anything went wrong. 

Neither really seemed to be too upset at his lack of conversation, so he focused on the fight, watching the two demons beat the shit out of each other. Alright, maybe it was a little… interesting to watch. Maybe he was a little excited by the display. Maybe. 

About 15 minutes before Ghost was supposed to fight, he stood up. “I need to go get ready. Thanks for coming.” Then he left. 

Soap and Roach both watched him go and then Roach turned to Soap. ‘You should give him a chance.’

“You give him a chance.” Soap retorted. “He’s clearly more interested in you than me.”

‘I think he’s interested in both of us.’

Soap looked down. “Maybe. But, he’s a demon. I’d be… going against so much that I believe in. Besides, he’s friends with Alex, who is friends with Rodolfo’s ex. It’d be… betraying my brother.”

Roach didn’t answer for a moment and then he looked down at the table, glaring at it. ‘What happened to you? You got injured and fell out of being a warrior and now you’re just… you’re not like yourself.’

“I changed. It happens.” Soap huffed. “What about you? You’re a hell of a lot angrier than you used to be.”

Roach winced. ‘There are things to be angry at.’

Soap shrugged. “Things changed me.”

Roach looked away and so Soap turned to look at the ring, seeing that Ghost had already stepped into it. He was against someone who was about his height and build, but Soap could see, already, that they looked deeply intimidated. 

Soap wondered if Ghost had a reputation. 

The fight started and- well, it was over almost as soon as it began. Soap wasn’t even entirely sure if he’d processed what happened. 

One moment, Ghost was facing his opponent and the next, they were on the floor with Ghost over them and Soap- Soap would definitely admit that it was fairly exciting to watch. Even just watching Ghost heave as he stood over his opponent was… well, Soap was seriously considering that chance. He looked at Roach, who seemed to have the same thoughts in his mind. 

“Alright, fine.” Soap smiled. “I’ll give him a chance.”

Roach looked very smug. ‘Oh?’

Soap nodded. “You still have that apartment in Evalia?”

Roach grinned. ‘You thinking of coming back to it?’

“I might be considering it.”

-

Gaz looked down at his plate once he was done eating, fidgeting slightly. “Do you really mean it when you say you don’t find me tempting?”

Alex went quiet. “Every time you’ve tried to seduce me… no. You didn’t tempt me. I don’t want to have sex with someone for an exchange. I may be a bit odd for a demon when it comes to sex, but I do like the idea of it being romantic. Intimate.”

“Romantic… intimate…” Gaz repeated. “I’ve never… I’ve never had sex before… before um- well, you know.”

“That doesn’t count, don’t worry.” Alex shook his head. 

Gaz hesitated. “Well, then I’ve never had sex. I don’t… I… I like you.” He settled on, blushing dark red. “I really like you…”

Alex softened. Then, his hand was touching Gaz’s and taking it, carefully. “I like you, too.”

Gaz looked down at their hands and then melted. “Oh…” 

Alex nodded. “I understand, though, if things can’t work because we’re too different.”

Gaz immediately shook his head, all ideas of continuing to entertain that flying out of his head. “No, no, we can… we can make it work…”

“Good.” Alex then brought Gaz’s hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. 

Gaz just melted again and then leaned over, kissing his cheek. “Ever since you saved me, I… I feel drawn to you…”

“I feel the same for you.” Alex smiled. “You’re always in the back of my mind.”

“You’re in mine…” Gaz’s heart filled with warmth and thrummed a little faster. “Constantly…” He then leaned over and into Alex, folding his wings so they wouldn’t knock against his. Alex’s arm moved and went around Gaz, who made a soft happy noise. 

Alex shook his head. “Such a sweet thing… are you done eating?”

Gaz nodded. “I am.” He lifted up so Alex could take his plate and then watched him take their plates to the sink. 

Then, Alex offered a hand when he came back and so Gaz took it, standing and following him to the living room. Alex sat on the couch and Gaz did the same before curling up into him, happily. “When will you need to go back?” Alex asked. 

“Soon, probably.” Gaz shook his head, settling in when Alex wrapped his arms around him. Then, Alex was stroking the base of his wings and he found himself melting into a little puddle on the demon, his wings just flopping wherever they could comfortably land. This was amazing…

Alex continued to stroke the base of his wings. “If you asked, I’d do anything for you. I want you to know that.”

Gaz blushed and looked up at him. “What do you mean?”

“Anything. I mean it.” Alex touched his face and made him look up at him. “Anything.”

Gaz furrowed his brows, unsure what Alex would mean by anything. Gaz didn’t want Alex to… kill for him or anything, but he… well, he supposed Alex already had. “Okay…” he softened and relaxed, nodding. “Thank you…”

“Of course.” Alex said and then leaned down, kissing Gaz’s forehead. 

Eventually, Gaz decided he needed to go home before Rodolfo started to look for him and so he went back to Alex’s basement, going through the mirror after saying goodbye. 

He started to head through the hallway to go back, but then he was distracted by Lilith, again. He wondered if she often hung out in this little mirror dimension. 

Gaz shook his head and went over to her, crouching down and petting her softly. “Hello, Lilith.”

She just meowed and purred before her wings fluttered and then she was pawing at a mirror. This mirror was… basic. Wood framed, tall. That was it. Gaz frowned and looked at it, only seeing darkness reflected inside. “I shouldn’t… I should go home.”

Lilith mewled and pawed at the frame again. Gaz groaned, unsure why he even bothered to pretend he wasn’t going to do things even when he definitely would. 

He just squared his shoulders and stepped through the mirror.

#angels and demons cod fic #Kyle Gaz Garrick #Gaz Cod #Alex Keller #Alex COD #Gaz x Alex #Alex x Gaz #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare II #gazalex #the gazalex agenda #Johnny Soap Mactavish #Simon Ghost Riley #Soap Cod #Ghost COD #Gary Roach Sanderson #Roach cod #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Soap x Ghost #Ghost x Soap #Macriley #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2 #ghost x roach #roach x ghost #roach x soap #soap x roach #ghost x soap x roach

[doodlesbf]

I Try to write anguish headcanon on this one.

Sky x reader (she her pronouns)

Trigger warning in case?? cheating idea then regret

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Reader couldn't believe what she is seeing, she didn't make a sound standing at her lover link (sky) private room door that is bit open enough for her to peek inside. Reader see link and zelda sharing a passionate kiss on the lips in each other arms. Reader move to the wall next to the door to not be seen by them when the two break the kiss.

Zelda: link your kisses are lovely.

Link: thank you my beloved.

Reader lift her hands to hug herself, she shock link use that petname on zelda.

Zelda: when are you going to break up with her link? I don't want to the side chick.

Link: zelda, your my true beloved not that girl. Reader just some girl I'm practicing being the prefect man for you.

Zelda: aww link, I feel kinda bad for reader only a little bit *giggle* but when?

Link: I was going to breakup with her by the end of the day.

Reader feel tears running down her face, he was just using me as practice....so our entire relationship....a lie?...

Reader can feel her heart ripped apart and quietly walk away from the wall and quietly head down the stairs to leave the building to get away. Reader bite the inside of her cheek to not be crying anymore but more tears ran down her face and her chest hurts so bad like her ribcage trying to crush her own heart. Once reader push the door open and outside, she whistle for her loftwing. Reader's loftwing is mainly white but have a v like color of gray on its chest but land on the ground as reader climb her loftwing as quick as she can then told her loftwing to go making the bird spread its wings and fly off of skyloft. Reader or her loftwing dissapeared below the clouds.

By past noontime Gaepora going his rounds on checking all the skyloft students and couldn't find reader so he asked groose if he seen the girl only for groose to say he haven't seen reader for a while which make gaepora start to worry since she is one of his students at this academy so he tell groose to gather everyone but a sound from outside stop him and goes outside to find what's making the awful noise only to find reader's loftwing limping but blood on were the rider seat bloody this alarm gaepora and groose and immediately turn to a search & rescue party. All skyloft riders join in the search for reader including link and zelda but no one can't find reader anywhere and link start to feel worry cause why reader loftwing return without reader and he told crimson to fly back home since it's getting dark out and once he returns he see groose tending reader's loftwing but see him going through the small bag on the loftwing to look for clues but find a letter and open it to read it as link walk over.

Link: groose, what the letter say?-

Groose punch link on his face send link to fall hard to the ground as link look up at groose to say something.

Groose: you... can't believe this is your fault.

Link: what are you talking about groose?-

Groose: reader write on why she left..and your responsible for her to take this.. she write everything, your cheating ass.

Link look shock as groose walk to link to hand him reader letter with force that link have to take a few steps back in order not to fall down again.

Groose: your worse than the demon. Hope your happy with what you've done. She isn't coming back and it is you and zelda faults. You only have yourself to blame.

Groose leave the loftwing nest ground as link read reader's letter that he started to feel regret, shame for his actions that he fell on his knees and grip the letter to his chest as tears fell down his face.

Link: I'm...sorry reader....

#linked universe #doodle write #linked universe headcanons #trigger warning?? #lu sky #lu sky x reader

[retronamic]

Jealous! Grayson x Reader

Request: " Could you do a one shot with the reader and Grayson. You coming to her house for the first time after a date, and the reader wants to spend more time with the dog than her? Just some cute jealous fluff? "

Gender Neutral! Reader

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"Are you sure I'm not intruding? I told you I could easily make my way home from here. It's no trouble really, Gray"

"You really think I would let you travel all the way across town by yourself in the middle of the night?" Ok she had a point. Still you felt bad about invading her space especially after such a long day, but you knew she had your safety in mind.

As she opened the door to her apartment, something seemed to dawned on her and she turned to you, "Oh I forgot to mention that-" *bark*

Your attention turned to the direction of the sound, and found it belonged to the biggest ball of fluff you've ever seem. The large dog came running and stopped right at Grayson's feet. He obediently sat at attention, as if it were a little solider awaiting orders.

"That's Beau, I'm sorry I forgot to mention him to you, you aren't scared o-" Grayson got her answer once you dropped to your knees and patted your lap to call Beau over. He perked up and ran straight into your arms and leaned into the avalanche of kisses and rubs that you were giving him.

Grayson chuckled at the way you practically reverted to a efive year old all over her dog. "Well darling, if I'm not interrupting the moment, do you want us to continue our date?" At first didn't hear her, but once the second time finally snapped out your little trance. You gave her a hushed apology and told her that you would love to.

She led you to the couch, and you two collapsed, exhausted from such a long day. All you wanted to do was snuggle up to you lover and relax.

But looks like Beau wanted to join the party when he jumped into the space between you and Grayson. "Beau. You know your not allowed on the couch", Beau whined at Grayson's reprimand. The sound made your heart clamber, you couldn't help it but reach over at hushed the pooch. "Aww Gray, he just missed youuuu, can't he join in too? Like a little wingman- or wing pup?"

Ughh how could she say no when the two of you gave hit her with the puppy dog eyes? She caved and let Beau join in. She put on a movie, and throughout the whole thing you could tell you were too preoccupied with Beau.

Even when you two decided to wind down and have a drink with some snacks. She caught you sneaking cracker bits to Beau who was laying his head in your lap, pawing at you continously. Grayson would be lying if she said she didn't give the dog stink eye a couple times.

She was secured person. Never really doubted herself, and that extended to her partners, so jealousy wasn't a familiar feeling. But oh was she feeling it now. And over her own dog no less. A dog that had never been this clingy with her but is suddenly all over you.

"I'm surprised to see he's taken a liking to you, he's usually weary of strangers and very rarely this affectionate." She said with a slight grimace. You didn't spare her a glance as you were cooing at how Beau flopped his ears around. She was kinda getting annoyed by the way Beau practically was stealing you from her, "When did you become so affectionate?" She whispered to herself.

"Huh?"

"Hm? Oh! Not you darling, it was... nothing," but you heard her as clear as day- and given the situation you put two and two together. "Gray? Was that direct at Beau?," the slight blush on her face gave her away. You couldn't believe it, Grayson was jealous. The cool as a cucumber sheriff got her feathers ruffled... by her own dog no less.

Butttt then it dawned on you that you had been giving all your attention to Beau, and it was kinda mean to ignore her like that, even though it was unintentional.

"Gray... I'm sorry," you said pressing a kiss to her cheek. "I shouldn't have made your wing pup take up so much of my attention especially on our date" you gave her another peck. You kept showering her with kisses until she cracked and started returning the favor. "It's okay darling, it's hard to resist the wing pup's charms" You giggled as she enveloped you into her arms and just held you there.

She could have held you longer if Beau hadn't ruined the moment..... again. "Awww Beau I have enough kisses and snuggles for you both, don't I, Gray?" She simply hummed and kept her head buried in your neck. But secretly she was glaring daggers at Beau, and for a spilt second, she swore she saw him returned the glare.

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Thank you again for the prompt it's been a minute since I had so much fun writing a one shot :))) ❤ you cured my writer's block❤

I gave this dog tooooo much personality cuz if it was me Beau gotta go (jk) T-T and the banner is too serious but meh it works

#arcane #arcane women #lesbian #wlw #enforcer grayson #grayson x reader

[necesito-mas-cafe]

Good Omens 2 Spoilers

This is all me being absolutely normal about it.

I need everyone to know that I don't speak English, I just went through all this through the translator and I don't have the strength in me to correct it. It's three o'clock in the bloody morning and I barely finished the last chapter I wrote this.

The second season of Good Omens ripped me apart from the inside out. I saw absolutely nothing before the premiere, neither the trailer nor any post about it, I didn't even stop for the theories (well, I did a little) and the fanarts.

And my God.

I'm fucking crying and I don't know if it's the good way or the bad way.

Aziraphael and Crowley if they knew each other before they fell 😭😭, they were friends who hung out. Aziraphael apparently misses those times a lot. Crowley is so cute in this, like, I legitimately feel like I could sit down with him and have a lively conversation that doesn't involve alcohol or dolphins.

(Also, the scene where Crowley covers Aziraphael with his wing from the meteor shower (what were those things???) made me squeal with the same energy as a little girl when her parents tell her to buy her favorite ice cream).

Aziraphael is apparently a landlord??? like, wtf (And Crowley lives in his fucking car with two (2) boxes of plants, lol). I really liked Maggie and Nina, although I feel sorry for Nina and the whole thing with her (ex)partner (although it's also pretty obvious that the chick was kind of intense).

Crowley going back to the bookstore after his fight with Zira (and his run-in with Beelzebub) to protect him is very 😭💚💚. Crowley has actually been helping him since time immemorial (and wouldn't it be a happier world if he could continue to do so?).

The whole street probably thinks Mr. Fell has weird fetishes, just imagine the rumours.

It's fun to think about how Miguel got a desk based on Gabriel saying he had one.

Crowley suffers directly for lending his precious car to Zira, and he still does it because he loves it. (Also, Muriel is just too adorable in all of this, dammit, I want to give her hot chocolate and a pat on the head for her good work 🤧).

How come Gabriel and Beelzebub developed their bloody romance before the beings that were rightfully "running around" for six thousand years????? It's the funniest and most pathetic (for my ineffable (😭😭😭) husbans) I've ever seen. It is also sweetness that rots teeth).

Crowley's angel costume is fucking hilarious.

After the whole climax is resolved (I'm not commenting on it too much, I'm still processing it) Crowley finally gets up the nerve to tell Aziraphael his feelings (with a lot of help) but is interrupted by Zira, who (dramatically a bit) told Crowley that he could return him to when they were both happy together, like angels, in heaven, which shows us that even though Crowley is Crowley, he prefers the No-fallen-angel-Crowley in order to fulfill his perfect fantasy. And yet, after that, Crowley confesses to Aziraphael, offering to stay together, just the two of them, on his own side. Azira can't accept that, and Crowley can't accept Azira's offer, and after a kiss (which felt like a stab to my heart) they went their separate ways.

AND END

I'M YELLING TOO MUCH

I don't know how to feel about it; my expectations for their relationship was that they would hold hands, not that.

The ending is so perfect and yet so fucking painful 😭.

I need a 3rd damn season (or not, I really (very painfully) liked the ending it had, though the whole second coming thing in the finale has me 👀 if you know what I mean).

#good omens #crowley #azirafell #aziraphel #ineffable husbands #good omens season 2 #spoliers #good omens series 2 #good omens spoilers #Can we still call them husbands when they're technically divorced? #im crying #I need to open Ao3 and miraculously find several fanfics about it #😭😭😭 #need more coffee post

[samithefungus]

Warren with a platonic relationship with reader who tends to tease him (like bringing up embarrassing moments) in a annoying older sibling way without any real malice. (Bonus if Warren knows some embarrassing moments about the reader and teases them back.)

Thanks Anon for the request, hope you like it <3

Warren x Reader (Platonic)

WARNINGS: Nothing this time

-You've known Warren since you were little

-Your parents were friends, so you basically grew up together, as if you were brothers

-You are older than he and these makes you remember a lot of embarrassing things he did when he was young

-You used this to your advantage to tease him

-Once you followed him when he was supposed to teach the trio and in the middle of his lesson you said, "Hey Warren, if you're an eagle why don't you show us how you fly?"

- "I haven't my wings yet, so I can't fly" he replied.

-That's what you wanted him to say, so you said, "That's not what you told me when you tried to fly by jumping off a low wall and falling face to the ground ."

-You caused a little laughter and saw Warren blush and shout at you, "I WAS 10 YEARS OLD, I DIDN'T KNOW THAT I NEED WINGS TO FLY!!!"

-You could tell Warren was a little hurt, so you treated him to a restaurant-style meal to make it up to him.

-Sometimes you like to remind him that he's not an eagle just to annoy him, and the conversations are like:

- "Hey Warren, you know you're not an eagle" you say.

- "Yes I am" he replies to you.

- "No, you're a Worm" you say again

- "Eagle" he replied.

- "Worm" you counter.

-And you continue like this until one of the two gets tired, generally it's you since because Warren is really determined to consider himself an eagle

-You have an embarassing picture of him when he was in elementary school and sometimes, when you remember that this picture existence, you send it to Warren without saying anything just to annoy him

-Once you left your phone unattended and he deleted it from the gallery, fortunately you managed to retrieve it and once you got home you spammed it to him in your chat 

-Doing a calculation you must have sent it to him about 100 times that night; Warren had to beg you to stop

-Plus when you two were little you were taller then Warren and now.....You're still taller than him, that's why you enjoy teasing him about it

- "Warren, where are you? I can't see you!" you say while Warren, visibly irritated, stands a few centimeters below you

-Sometimes you rest your elbow on his head just because you know he doesn't want you to.

-There is a reminder....Warren might get his revenge and sometimes he does.

-In fact, he also knows some embarrassing things about you.

-For example, one night you were teasing him a little, as usual....

- "Warren, do you remember that time you wet your pants twice in one day," you said.

- "At least I didn't do that during the school play," he replied.

-You pretended to feel offended about it only to make him feel bad, and you do it

-Warren apologized 10 minutes later almost in tears for touching your 'sensitive moment'

-You felt guilty and then you apologized too.

-Sometimes when you're teasing him and he's had enough he starts saying "Okay, Stop!" and then continues with phrases like "Real friends don't say/do these things," just because he knows it annoys you

-But other than that you love each other.

-You're best friends...You consider yourselves almost brothers

-You two has a set of nicknames for each other that can be either cute or mean

-You know everything about each other...And in sometimes this can seem a little 'creepy'

-When one of you is feeling sick or down, the other will do his best to make him feel better

-Once you got sick and Warren, in order to take care of you, got sick too.

-You are obliged to listen to his podcast, but if you don't want to, that's okay.....Don't worry about poor Warren's feelings

-Please listen that podcast

-You spend a lot of time together, which is why some people think you are a couple

-Both of you deny it by saying, "Ew no, he's like a brother to me" or something like that

-Even though you tease each other you two have a great relationship of friendship and brotherhood and neither of you imagine your life without the other

#headcanons #x reader #x reader platonic #don't hug me i'm scared #dhmis #dhmis x reader #dhmis warren #dhmis warren the eagle #dhmis warren the worm

[baiyunli]

would u consider posting more snippets of the retirement fic. pretty please. its so good!

for sure!! most of the fully-written scenes don't make sense without context, but i have one near the beginning, when jack still hasn't told nico what he's looking for here and nico's just angry and still hurt from everything jack had done before. no idea why i picked the wings for luke lol but here:

There were moments, after Jack was traded and before Luke signed with Detroit, where Nico would look at Luke and all he saw was Jack. 

He never thought they looked similar: Luke was a head taller and not as talkative in the half-charming, half-flippant way that Jack was, but in certain lights, during warmups or after practice or in the middle of a goal celebration, Nico reached out and saw someone else.

He knew Jack was gone, but it didn’t stop Nico from seeing him everywhere. He’d rubbed off onto Luke, his mannerisms and locker room nicknames and pregame routine, and Nico was just tired of always looking for someone who was never his, tired of coming up empty.

The first year afterwards, Nico couldn’t even look at his old locker: as if he was the only one responsible for Jack’s leaving and the guilt was close to crushing him, one of those quiet, tragic hurts he never truly knew how to share. He’d look at Luke and see the same heartbreak on his face.

Luke’s gone now, swept away in offseason free agency. Nico is happy that he’s playing well, at least. The Wings are good. Better than the Devils right now. And the Canucks, but that part speaks for itself.

“He had an awesome season,” says Nico. Second place in Norris voting. “Tell him I said congratulations.”

Jack grins. “Obviously. Thanks for taking care of him,” he says. “After I got traded. Like, I think it was the first time he actually had to learn how to cook, and shit. God knows I couldn’t have taught him myself.”

“I had to get him out of ordering takeout somehow. He was going to die otherwise.”

Late twenties and early thirties blend in Nico’s brain. Now, thirty years old is far enough in the rearview mirror that everything in the interim feels the same, a foggy lacuna from the first time they qualified for the playoffs to their first Cup win. The years when they thought nothing could hurt them, that the worst had passed long ago, young and stupid and too reckless to care about the idea that the future might not swing in their favour. And even off the ice: nighttime drives on the turnpike, the closest they could get to the end of the world. The hum of tires along the rumble strip, watching the light hug the soft planes of Jack’s face. Nico had tried so hard to stay away from Jack, those years.

“It wasn’t that bad,” Jack says in self-defense. He raises his hands. “We cooked sometimes.”

“For loose definitions of ‘cooked.’ And ‘sometimes.’”

Jack makes a face. “You make it sound a lot worse than it was. I got it together eventually. When it stopped being—okay, I guess. That I didn’t know how to be an adult. And I couldn’t get away with it anymore.” He worries at his lower lip with his teeth, folds his hands in his lap. “I wanted to—” his voice stumbles, stops. “Never mind.”

There’s a curl of hair falling into his eyes that Nico wants to brush away. Nico wants too much: he wants to ask Jack to finish the sentence, wants to say why didn’t you talk to me for five fucking years, wants to know why Jack came to his apartment if not to apologize for the last five years of silence. 

He wants to put his fist through the wall, kick something, but he’s almost forty and should know better, so really he wants to go outside for a long walk until his throat no longer itches. He wants to crawl out of his skin until he’s so far away he can’t see Jack. He wants Jack to leave and he wants to stop him from ever leaving again. He just wants to hear him say sorry.

“Sure,” says Nico, curt. “Good for you.”

Jack wavers. “What?”

He rubs his forehead. “Jack, I just. I’m glad you’re doing better, but I still don’t know how long you’re planning to be here.”

Nico hears Jack’s breath hitch. “Not that long,” he answers, and then he flashes his brightest smile, all-American and pearly white, to make up for the pause before his reply. “I’m—sorting some stuff out, that’s all. Told Quinn it was unfinished business. But I can go. If you don’t, uh. If you don’t want me.”

“It’s—no,” Nico responds. He runs a hand through his hair and does not admit that Jack Hughes is all he’s ever wanted. “You can stay.” 

Jack looks down at the table. “I’ll get it together,” he says, quieter, and it strikes Nico, for a second, the reality of it. “I promise. I’ll get my shit together soon.”

During Jack's whole first season with the Canucks, Nico dreamed about having him back in New Jersey, eating dinner with him and falling asleep on the couch before Jack could make it back to his own apartment. And now Jack’s here, eating his food, staying in his apartment, and Nico thinks that his most self-pitying dreams didn’t do shit to prepare him for it. “I didn’t. I’m not asking you to fulfill any promises,” he tells Jack. “Do whatever you have to. But the season starts soon.”

“Soon,” echoes Jack, his face shuttering. “You’re right.” He pokes at the rest of his dinner. He plays with a noodle, twirls it around his fork and drops it back in the takeout box.

“Jack,” Nico says. “Are you—is there something wrong?”

“No,” Jack says, too fast, brittle. “Not something wrong, I just, uh. I have to make some decisions. Tired of trying to be an adult, I guess.” He holds up the leftover takeout. “You want me to pop this in the fridge, or do you have a container I can put it in?”

#hrpf for ts #untitled redacted retirement fic project #yun replies

[a-mad-scientist-approaches]

A New Era (1)

Long ago, the four nations lived together in harmony, but everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Only the Avatar, master of all four elements, could stop them, but when the world needed him most, he turned against it. A hundred years passed, and the war ended, but a new Avatar has yet to be found. The Earth Kingdom waits, ready, for any stirrings of power expected to rise in their lands. The Fire Nation works to rebuild relations with the rest of the world, sending its trusted envoy Skulduggery Pleasant to keep watch over Nefarian Serpine. The Water Tribes strengthen themselves, and the last scattered descendents of Air Nomads hide, not yet ready to believe they are safe. Their newest member, Stephanie Edgley, starts to stretch her wings. The pieces are in place. A transplant of the Skulduggery Pleasant characters and plot into the Avatar world, to see what would change.

Chapter 1: The Stage is Set

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‘Story time! Story time!’

The little girl ran upstairs, never having looked so eager to be put to bed. Gordon followed, casting a helpless glance back at his brother and sister-in-law, who laughed heartlessly in his face and returned to their conversation by the fireside.

Sighing, Gordon left the warm embrace of Desmond and Melissa’s rather small (cosy, he corrected himself) living room and followed the five-year-old up the rickety staircase.

She was waiting in bed, practically vibrating with anticipation. Gordon took the seat she mandated by her bedside.

‘Story!’ she demanded again.

‘Alright, alright,’ Gordon said grumpily. ‘Spirits, you’re bossy tonight.’

‘Please,’ she corrected herself, giving an adorable gap-toothed grin that mercilessly eliminated all his defences. If Gordon hadn’t been so impressed by its effectiveness, he would have been irritated.

Who was he kidding, this kid had stolen his heart with her first words.

Fortunately, he reassured himself, no one besides himself knew that, so he would not be susceptible to any teasing from her parents. Ignoring the little voice reminding him that all his niece had to do was enthusiastically exclaim “Story time!” in order to get him to abandon intelligent adult conversation and obey her wishes, he made himself as comfortable as he could.

‘What story would you like tonight? The one about the valkyries?’

‘I’m Valkyrie,’ she told him.

‘Yes, your mum and dad were just telling me. Do you feel braver with your new name?’

‘Yes!’

‘No more bad dreams?’

‘Uh uh. No more bad spirit. He leaves me alone now.’

‘Well that’s very good to hear. You can raise all kinds of Cain for him now.’

Valkyrie laughed, even though Gordon didn’t think she knew what he meant.

‘So, what kind of story would you like? We’ll have to make it a good one, I’m going back to Omashu tomorrow.’

‘I wanna know about the airbenders!’ Valkyrie bounced in place, ruffling her covers.

Smoothing them back over, Gordon said, ‘Ah, yes. Now this one is a true story, so we have to be very respectful. Are you going to be good and listen quietly?’

Valkyrie nodded eagerly.

‘Alright then.

‘Long ago, the four nations lived together in harmony, but everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked. The evil Unnamed Fire Lord wanted to rule the world, so he secretly made machines that could climb cliff faces, and ships that could sail as fast as the waterbenders, and trained an army to overpower anyone who would dare stand in his way.’

‘Except the Avatar,’ breathed Valkyrie, eyes wide and entranced.

‘That’s right. Now the Avatar was only young- a little older than you. He was still being trained by the monks at the Air Temples, and was far from ready to face the Fire Lord. And the Fire Lord was coming. He knew he had to kill the Avatar if he wanted to rule the world, so the monks came up with a clever plan: they would trick the Fire Lord by hiding the Avatar at the Northern Air Temple, so that when the Fire Lord came to the Southern Air Temple, he wouldn’t find what he wanted, and the airbenders could trap him.

‘But something went wrong. The monks underestimated the Unnamed’s desire for power. Instead of just attacking the Southern Air Temple, all four temples around the world were invaded. The Unnamed had decreed that not only the Avatar, but all the airbenders must die. So the Fire Nation stormed the air temples and killed everyone they found, and if they heard whispers of airbenders who had escaped anywhere in the world, they would hunt them down and kill them too.’

‘How did the Avatar get away?’ Valkyrie asked in a hushed voice.

‘A very clever airbender protected him through the chaos of the battle. He helped hide him and trained him, taking him from nation to nation so he could master earthbending, and waterbending, and firebending too. They spent years hiding and biding their time, growing stronger and inspiring resistance and freedom fighters across the world! They became known as the Air Avatar and his master, the Last Airbender. And the Last Airbender was your great-grandfather.’

Valkyrie clearly already knew this, back to bouncing in place with a huge grin.

‘But we don’t talk about that to others, do we?’ prompted Gordon.

Valkyrie shook her head soberly. ‘It’s a secret.’

‘Yes it is.’

Before Gordon could continue with the story, Valkyrie asked, ‘Uncle Gordon, why is it a secret? There’s no more airbenders anywhere anymore, not even Mum or Daddy or you or me or Uncle Fergus or Aunty Beryl or Carol’n’Crystal.’

‘Well, the bad people who were around back then didn’t care if you were really an airbender or not. If you were related to an airbender, or friends with an airbender, or helped hide an airbender, that was good enough for them. So we just keep this little secret to ourselves, because even though it’s not that dangerous anymore, there’s still bad people like that out there somewhere.’

‘Okay.’ A troubled frown worked its way across Valkyrie’s face. ‘That’s scary.’

Gordon winced, then hastily backtracked, sitting on the bed beside Valkyrie and putting his arm around her, making sure not to squash the threadbare brown badgermole toy nestled in there with her. She snuggled into his side.

‘It’s okay, we’re just being careful. The bad people are all locked away now, and they’re not going to hurt us. You don’t have to be scared, we’re all perfectly safe. It’s just in case, you understand? Your mum and dad are never going to let anything happen to you.’

Looking slightly more reassured, Valkyrie nodded, and Gordon hurriedly continued with the story, hoping she’d forget about the warning.

‘So, once the Avatar was all grown up and had learnt how to bend all four elements, he went to fight the Fire Lord. And they had a great battle! Fire flew, and rocks smashed, and the wind howled and the ocean roared. It was incredible! But then the Avatar got hurt, and the Fire Lord was winning. He closed in, ready to strike- and out of nowhere, who came to rescue the Avatar but his old master and friend, the Last Airbender!’

‘The Last Airbender fought with everything he had! The Unnamed had killed his people, his family, his friends, and he would not let him take anyone else! He wanted to make the Unnamed pay for all he had done.’

‘That’s bad,’ Valkyrie piped up. Gordon glanced down at her in surprise.

‘Is it?’ he said with interest. He hadn’t thought she’d pick up on that particular moral deliberation.

‘Yeah. Daddy said the Air Nomads wanted peace, and wanted to be nice to other people, so that’s what we should do. Great-granddad forgot that.’

‘Yes. He did. Good girl for remembering.’ Personally, Gordon was on his grandfather’s side there, but he doubted Melissa would appreciate him lecturing her five-year-old daughter on the subtleties of war and justice.

‘Like you say, the Last Airbender forgot about what he’d been taught in his youth, and wanted revenge. He fought like he was possessed by a dark spirit! Some say he was, and that the blood of the Spirit World will forever flow in our veins.’ Valkyrie shrieked as he tickled her, giggling until she calmed down.

‘Really?’ she asked.

‘No,’ said Gordon. ‘He just fought really well.’

‘Oh. Okay.’

‘But in the end, the Unnamed won. The Last Airbender hurt the Fire Lord so much that he had to retreat, but was fatally wounded in return. With the last of his strength, he made sure the Avatar was safe, and would continue to fight back against the Fire Nation. And then he died, at peace and knowing he had done his part so that the world might one day be saved.

‘Reinvigorated, the Avatar might have gone right after the Unnamed and challenged him again! But something was happening in the Fire Nation. The Unnamed was old, and though he was powerful, he was growing weaker. One of his younger generals decided that he wanted the throne for himself, and before the Avatar could finish the job, he assassinated the Unnamed and crowned himself Fire Lord Mevolent.

‘Fire Lord Mevolent was no less evil than his predecessor, and the Fire Nation became stronger under his reign. For sixty more years, the war raged, and the Fire Nation was clever. They knew the Air Avatar wanted to defeat the Fire Lord, and made sure that he never got another opportunity. And so, in the end, it came down to the sheer will of the people.

‘After one hundred years of war, the world was desperate. It was no longer the Avatar’s job to save everyone- it was up to everyone to save each other. So the Earth Kingdom gathered the last of its soldiers, and the Water Tribes the last of their warriors, and even the people in the Fire Nation who didn’t agree with the war and didn’t like Fire Lord Mevolent all rose up! And together, they planned, and they were clever, and they became strong and quick and braver than they had ever been before! Fire Lord Mevolent was a very evil man, and he was bad to many, many people, even his own family. Eventually, he made so many enemies that the bad Fire Nation soldiers were overwhelmed, and Mevolent himself was defeated by his own son. The war was finally over.

‘Fire Lord Caisson put the bad Fire Nation generals in prison, and the ones who were willing to learn how to be good again were given a second chance. Then, he and everyone who had helped him began rebuilding cities and villages and farms, but most importantly, they began to rebuild trust. And in the end, the world became much safer, and much, much happier. Just in time too,’ Gordon added, ‘because you, little missy, were born not long after the Hundred Year War ended. We needed to make sure everything was ready for you, after all.’

Valkyrie giggled, but her smile faded sooner than Gordon would have liked, and she cast worried eyes up at him. ‘But Uncle Gordon, you said all the bad people got locked away, but just now you said some of them got a second chance. What if they go back to being bad?’

Well, Gordon couldn’t say he wasn’t worried about that too. It had taken Gordon longer than he cared to admit to relax around any firebenders; he was still learning, to be honest. After generations of knowing that the lives of himself and his family rested on one stray rumour about their heritage, deconstructing that mentality was going to take some time. Especially as more than a few of the firebenders loyal to Mevolent had escaped capture and were still out in the world somewhere.

Fortunately, most of the really crazy fanatics had been jailed in various top-secret locations around the world that Skulduggery wouldn’t divulge no matter how much Gordon pestered him. But Serpine now, Serpine was a worry. Apparently the Dai Li had him under strict observation in Ba Sing Se. Not strict enough, if Gordon’s sources were to be believed, and Gordon was inclined to do so; after all, there had to be a reason Skulduggery had gotten the Fire Lord to make him a Special Envoy and send him over to the Earth Kingdom. If that reason wasn’t something to do with keeping an eye on Serpine, Gordon would eat a whole sack of fireflakes.

‘They’re not going to do that,’ Gordon told his niece reassuringly. ‘Have you heard of the Earth King? The one in Ba Sing Se?’

‘Eechan-Mary Torteyus.’

Gordon laughed. ‘Yes, him.’

‘Mummy says he wouldn’t know what we want if we bit him on the bum.’

‘Er, right. Him. Well, after the war King Eachan put a lot of rules in place to make sure that the people who were bad during the war could never do what they did again. So you don’t have to worry, because all the Dai Li agents and Earth Kingdom soldiers are ready for anything bad to happen.’

‘Uncle Gordon?’

‘Yes?’

‘What happened to the Avatar? He never defeated the Fire Lord. You said Caisson did instead.’

‘Well, that’s a bit of a sad story. You see, he never got another chance to end the war, and one day, after he’d done a lot of good things and helped lots and lots of people, he died.’

‘But there’s always an Avatar. He gets re-in-car-nat-ed,’ Valkyrie sounded out carefully. ‘That means he gets born again into another body.’

Gordon huffed dramatically. ‘Why don’t you tell the story then, since you seem to know everything, Little Miss Smartypants?’

Once she finished giggling, he said, ‘Yes, the Avatar was born again, into one of the Water Tribes this time. No one ever found out who he was though. Eventually he came out of hiding, but instead of helping, he joined Fire Lord Mevolent.’

‘A bad Avatar?’

‘A very bad one.’ Gordon had only ever heard stories, but they’d chilled him nevertheless. He was definitely planning on including some of them in a book one day. ‘People think he died at the end of the war, but the next Avatar hasn’t been found yet.’

‘What happens when they are?’

‘Well, you remember those rules I told you the Earth King made? Some of them mean that when the Earth Avatar is found, all their training and schooling will take place under the Earth King’s supervision. He doesn’t want the Avatar to become bad again, and he’s going to make sure it doesn’t happen.’

‘Oh. Okay.’

‘Now, do you think I’ve given you enough dreams for tonight?’

‘But I want more stories!’

‘Ah ah ah, you’ve coerced too many out of me tonight as it is. Time for bed now, or your mum and dad aren’t going to be very happy with me.’

With much whining and extortion (on Valkyrie’s part) for more stories to come, Gordon was eventually able to tuck her and her badgermole into bed. As he blew out the candle, he heard one last sleepy, ‘Uncle Gordon?’

‘Yes Valkyrie?’

‘Why did the Water Avatar go bad?’

‘No one really knows. Sometimes people just make bad choices.’

‘That’s sad.’

‘Yes, it is.’

‘Okay. G’night Uncle Gordon.’

‘Good night, little miss troublemaker.’

Shutting the wooden door quietly, Gordon reflected on that. For his writing, he’d researched the Avatar Cycle quite a bit. He’d heard that the spirit of the Avatar, Raava, was one of light and peace. It fundamentally shouldn’t be possible for an avatar to wreak as much harm as the last Water Avatar did; to do so would cut them off from the very core of their being… it must have torn him apart inside.

Although, the general consensus was, if there was ever anyone capable of cleaving their own soul in half, it was Avatar Vile.

#see ao3 tags #avatar au #fusion #avatar vile was my brainwave #cuz the egocentricity #inherited superpowers #and life tragedies #make skug destined for avatarship #skulduggery pleasant