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request: “how damian would handle learning reader is dating somebody?”

Yandere! Damian Wayne / GN! Reader > romantic > tw/cw: possessive thoughts, yandere-typical behaviors > word count: 741

“So, remember when I told you I thought my chem partner was kind of hot?”

You both are poring over your books on one of Wayne Manor’s many balconies. Damian, on a break, looks up from playing with Alfred the Cat with her favorite fluffy wand. He and Alfred have identical pairs of glassy green eyes, now trained on you. Damian blinks, face impassive.

“... I do–”

“I finally asked him out!” you squeal. You hop out your seat and around in a circle, not caring to feign coolness. You were excited, dammit, and Damian has seen you do much more embarrassing things.

While you celebrate, Damian simply stares. You don’t notice his breaths deepening subtly, as he tries to subdue the burning acid that starts to run through his veins. You had been interested in your chemistry partner for weeks now, and he didn’t think much of it. You’re young. You’ll have crushes. They’ll pass. He’s learned the art of patience by now. Mainly, for the sake of any who catch your eye, and for the sake of his father’s chagrin. Damian Wayne is not above slander or physical harm.

Damian Wayne also has a timeline. He knows when he’ll start to hint at his feelings for you. He knows when he’ll make you his significant other. When he’ll bring you to meet his family, although they are already aware of your place in his life. Damian even knows when he’ll someday propose. He has, quite literally, already planned out your nuptials. Stephanie had him make a moodboard on Pinterest, for goodness sake.

Damian’s benevolent enough to let you choose the date… as long as it’s within a year of his proposal. He’s been so benevolent, and yet here you were, squealing over a date with some frivolous boy.

Taking Damian’s silence as him being stunned, you continue waxing at length about your date. He admires the naive abandon at which you describe the events – one of your charming qualities. However, in his mind, Damian pokes holes in every sentence.

You met the boy there? Meaning, he didn’t pick you up? Embarrassing.

He didn’t pull out your chair for you once you both reached the table? Insulting.

You tripped on a stair, and the boy simply helped you up? Infuriating. If it were him, Damian would’ve picked you up and carried you to your next destination.

“You can’t be serious,” Damian snaps, sneering against his better judgment. His blood has finally boiled over – he cannot sit here listening to this drivel anymore.

At his tone, you flinch. Your babbling ceases. Hurt flashes across your face, before you smother it away.

“... What?” you say defensively. Damian straightens to his full height, dropping the feathery wand entirely. He strides over to you, looking entirely striking. Two emerald eyes stare down at you.

“You were treated like garbage the entire time, and here you can’t stop gushing about it all.”

You stare at Damian agape. “Okay, I wasn’t treated like garbage–”

“Did he even pay for the meal,” Damian asks flatly. You bristle, frowning.

“We split it–”

Damian sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. You fill with embarrassment, staring at your feet… Your thoughts are interrupted by two warm, calloused hands landing on your shoulders. Your head snaps up.

“You deserve to be treated like royalty.” Damian’s eyes pore into yours intensely, as if you’re the only thing he sees. “And as your… friend, I would hope you would entertain only those who could be your equal.”

So he says, but no one will ever have his approval. He will sway you against them no matter who they are. Because only he deserves you. Some days, he doesn’t even know if he does. Regardless, you and him are meant to be.

You are dumbfounded by the sudden gravity of the conversation.

“I– yeah,” you say, nodding shyly. Damian overtakes your field of vision at this distance… you know, you noticed how handsome he was long ago, but at this closeness, you can truly admire it. He’s quite the domineering figure, with his perfectly-cut jaw, elegant aquiline nose, and even brown skin. You cough, stepping back.

“... Yeah,” you say again. “Uh, thanks, Damian. Let’s go over these problems again, yeah?”

Damian bristles. That look that was just on your face. He blinks. If he was correct… Perhaps he had just accelerated his timeline. And if so, such a development would be more than welcome.

#yandere damian wayne #yandere batfam #yandere damian x reader #mine

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dreamcorechild · 9 months

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Can you please do a 2 part story that Sekido took all of Aizetsu baby pacifiers because Sekido said he’s to old for them and Aizetsu was historically crying! Then the quadruplets found out about adult pacifiers and they bought him some?

"STOP TWERKING!! JUST BECAUSE I'M THE DEMON OF ANGER DOESN'T MEAN I LIKE YOU TO BEHAVE LIKE THAT, YOU DUMB BRAT!!"

"Ehhh? But that's my signature move!! I always do this to annoy you. Besides, I enjoy doing this with my body."

Urogi twerk his feathery butt in front of his big brother.

"I DON'T WANNA SEE THAT, YOU TWERK LIKE A DISGUSTING PERVERT!! YOU MAKE ME WANNA THROW UP AT THAT DISTANCE, UROGI!! NOW I WANNA STRANGLE YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS!!"

Sekido looked at you with such anger and frustration. He was about to make you regret your actions towards him. His red and crimson eyes were blood boiling to the point his lightnings started to generate around his body.

Karaku holds Sekido back "Now now. That's enough you two. You should really think about getting along with each other."

Karaku grinned and winks at Urogi. The two seemed like they were getting along well, despite all that happened.

"I'm getting hungry."

Aizetsu's eyes shined bright under the dark moonlight.. As lightning cracked above their heads, the sudden and drastic weather seemed to make him feel even more sad, As tears dripped onto his face.. He felt like he was just unwanted.. That's when Sekido spoke to him..

"That little brat, Urogi got me fuming. He deserves to be punished. What's your opinion, Aizetsu?"

Urogi's face turn bright red from embarrassment when he seen his older brother being held back from killing him by Karaku. He covered the lower half of his face with both of his hands.

"Ehhhhh? You know you like it when I twerk in front of you~"

Urogi twerks once more. This time. He added a little extra moves and turn his hips in a circle to look at Sekido. Urogi wanted to make him even more mad.

Aizetsu started to feel a sense of joy. After a long time, He had finally realized his true place in life. Under the moonlight, He pulled something out from his pocket. It was.. A small little pacifier. Without hesitation, He placed the pacifier onto his mouth.. And started to chew on it.. Slowly, He became more and more calmer with each bite.. Until he became… Peaceful. The pacifier had an unusual flavour.. Almost as if, It tasted like…

"AHA!! Now You've done it! You just wait for my wrath to swallow you up like that stupid pacifier of yours!"

Lightning bolts were starting to crack around Sekido. He's about to use his khakkhara to impale you up like a Kebab!! His anger was not subsiding, in fact, he seems to feel more irritated now!!! Grrrr.. He was FUMING!! He could not control his rage any longer!!

"MMMPH!"

Aizetsu cried out. He started to get agitated. He looked up at his big brother, with his mouth wide open and eyes all wet.. He just wanted to.. Chew on his little pacifier. No more. No less. Simple. That's all he wanted.

"What did I just say?! No more pacifiers! You're an adult! Act like one, dammit!"

Sekido slapped Aizetsu with a look of pure anger on his face. This time, his red eyes started to glow. He was literally seeing red.

Aizetsu fell to his knees. He just couldn't handle this anymore.. All he wanted.. Was to chew… on.. HIS.. PACIFIER!

Aizetsu started to break down. Tears were flowing down to the ground, his whole body was trembling, his mouth was wide open.. No noise could be heard from him, except his breathing.. Which seemed to become harder to control..

"Ehhhh?? What's the matter with Aizetsu? He looks like he's having a mental breakdown.. Hehe~"

Urogi stared at Aizetsu. He was still twerking, but looked slightly concerned.

Karaku held Urogi firmly by the wrist "No more twerking, little one. You gotta be more mature. Just like your big brother."

Karaku giggled, he seemed to love the little brat. He also felt slightly protective of him. He had a kind heart of gold, after all.

"Now come on, let's go and get something to eat. A little treat, before we have our little chat."

Karaku smiled warmly at Urogi, before looking back at Sekido.

"You, Little Twerp!! You're pissing me off with your little twerking!!! If not, I'll send you flying with my khakkhara! NO MORE TWERKING!!"

Lightning bolts continued to come out from Sekido. It was like… Each time he was pissed, more and more lightning bolts came out from him.. In short, it was an angry thunderstorm.. As the lightning strikes around him became more and more rampant, His whole body turned a complete pale white, As if he was a complete being of lightning.. He seemed to be really angry now.

Urogi stopped twerking, when Sekido said that. He stood still for a moment, before starting a monologue.

"Eeehh… Alright, alright.. I'll stop twerking for now, Big Brother~"

Urogi stared at Sekido with a playful grin on his face. He seemed to be very happy when he got Sekido's attention. Even though, that attention isn't always the best ones. He liked being noticed by his Big Brother.

"STOP IT!! No more crying, little one. You're not a baby anymore. You're an adult.. Act more mature, damnit!!"

Sekido pulled Aizetsu away from Karaku. His red eyes were glowing as he stared directly at Aizetsu. Aizetsu seemed to feel… Sad. Without his pacifier, he had nothing left.. His whole world had come crashing down before him.. He looked.. Empty and sad..

He held Aizetsu closely to him, protecting him from his big siblings anger and frustration

"Shshsh.. Its okay now. Don't cry, little bro. Take your pacifier.."

Karaku had a warm, yet comforting smile on his face despite all the chaos that was taking place. In a world full of anger and frustration, He chose compassion and love. He was the best big brother.

"There we go.."

He placed the pacifier into Aizetsu's mouth.

Aizetsu grabbed the pacifier, and started to chew on it again.. As he sucked on his pacifier, His eyes started to brighten up. For him, He was in his own little world, his own comfortable bubble. He no longer cared about anything except for his pacifier. Even his big brother's raging anger didn't even seem to bother him.. Thanks to Karaku for showing him the light.

"Mmm.."

Aizetsu felt much better after being reunited with his beloved pacifier. As he stared up at Karaku.. He couldn't help but to smile brightly in his presence.. He felt safe and protected whenever Karaku was around. His eyes started to shine once more as he started to lean against his big brother.

Sekido snapped his head back 360 when he saw aizetsu with his pacifier. he slapped the pacifier off him in rage.

The pacifier flew across the field and towards the moon. Karaku looked at the sky, horrified with Sekido's action. His heart started to pound faster than ever before.

"Look at what you have done, Sekido! You've thrown away your brother's only coping mechanism…"

He clenched his fists

"Now look at him! He's miserable without his pacifier!"

"Mmm…"

Aizetsu was looking for his pacifier.. But he can't find it. It's gone. Forever. His eyes start to tear up once again. He was starting to.. Feel unhappy once more.. All he wanted is.. His pacifier.. But now, It's nowhere to be seen. He was starting to feel angry. And… Sad. He looks up at Karaku. He wanted to ask him.. But he didn't have the courage.. He was just staring at Karaku with an empty expression on his face..

"STOP ACTING LIKE A MAN CHILD, YOU BRAT!! STOP CRYING AND GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL THAT YOU'RE TOO OLD FOR PACIFIERS NOW! YOUR PATHETIC! ABSOLUTELY PATHETIC!!"

Sekido started to raise his voice so that it could be heard all across the field. All the lightning's around him started to crack faster and faster.. He was losing control now..

"M..mm.."

Aizetsu started to become.. Scared.. Of his own big brother. He was staring at him.. With a look of pure shock on his face. Was Sekido always this angry? All Aizetsu wanted was his pacifier.. He still haven't even asked for it yet.. He was scared that he would become more.. And more angry if he just asked for it…

"YOU ARE A F**KING IDIOT!!! YOU ARE NOT CUTE!! GET THAT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL!! STOP ACTING LIKE A CHILD, YOU PIECE OF SH**!! JUST GET IT THAT YOUR LITTLE PACIFIER IS NOW GONE, ITS GONE FOREVER!! CAN YOU STOP CRYING AND STOP ACTING LIKE A BABY FOR ONCE?! YOU MAKE ME WANNA SCREAM AND THROW UP, BRAT!!! I DON'T WANNA HEAR WHINY BABIES LIKE YOU!! WHY ARE YOU STILL CRYING SO MUCH?!?! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?! STOP THAT!! JUST STOP IT!!! STOP IT!!! STOP IT!!!!!"

Aizetsu stared back, with tears flowing down his face. He was frozen in fear. His face started to get redder and redder, as his breathing got heavier and heavier.. He was on the verge of… breaking down.. He didn't ever wanted to be yelled at by his big brother.. He just wanted his pacifier.. That's all he ever wanted.. If he could just have it back with him.. He wouldn't get so sad or… scared.. He wouldn't… Cry..

"My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hon~"

Urogi was twerking even more and more, with a goofy expression on his face. He didn't know what was going on around him and just started singing a song.. Seems like he forgot that everyone was mad..

Aizetsu was still scared.. He couldn't stop crying.. He tried to calm down but it didn't seem like it would work.. But what he could do is.. To stop crying for a bit.. And try to focus on something nice.. Something that could calm him down.. Such as his big brother's voice.. The sound of his big brothers heartbeat.. He slowly placed his ears onto Karaku's chest..

"Mm.."

Karaku felt Aizetsu's ears against his chest. His heartbeat started to slow down as he felt the little one's presence. His breathing went softer, more peaceful. It was as if.. His big heart beat faster for Aizetsu.. For his little brother.. He felt… Warm and fuzzy.. He didn't know how to explain it..

"Shh.. It's alright…" Karaku softly whispered, while he gently rubs Aizetsu's back "Everything will be alright.. I'm here for you.."

"I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOU!! IT WAS YOUR FAULT THAT THE PACIFIER GOT THROWN!! YOU WERE TWERKING THAT THE PACIFIER FELL ALL THE WAY TO THE MOON!!! LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE, YOU LITTLE DIPSHIT! I'M SO PISSED OFF WITH YOU RIGHT NOW! AND YOU'RE STILL TWERKING?! I THINK IT'S TIME I TEACH YOU A FEW LESSONS ABOUT RESPONSIBILITY AND MATURITY!!"

Karaku heard Sekido shouting yet again. His own heart rate started to pick up. He did not like this one bit. How dare his big brother start shouting at Urogi like that.. What was Sekido thinking…

He got up from the tree that he was sitting on. He walked over to where Sekido and Urogi were standing. He got in-between the two of them, standing tall and proud. He did not like how his big brother was shouting at his younger brother.

"What's the big deal? He wasn't even doing anything wrong.."

Urogi stopped twerking as soon as he heard Sekido shouting at him. He looked down towards the ground and felt guilty for his actions.. He had started this whole situation yet again. He was just being a burden right now. It was all his fault..

"S..sorry big bro… I didn't meant to.. I was just.. Bored.."

Urogi had a sad expression on his face.. He knew he was in the wrong here.. But he just couldn't control his habit of messing around and twerking..

#demon slayer #karaku #aizetsu #sekido #urogi #hantengu clones #answered #request #kimetsu no yaiba #kny

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decadentjellojaloppy29 · 1 year

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Whoops

Terzo and you get caught in the middle of the most heated match of any game you’ve ever played. The stakes are high, the tension…higher.

Warnings: SUGGESTIVE CONTENT. It’s Terzo you know the drill.

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The room was dark besides the flickering light of candles. The sweet smell coming from them clouding your senses. The blindfold over your eyes slightly tugging at your hair. You sensed his presence, circling you. Terzo played with you like a predator toys with its prey. You could practically feel his hot breath running down the back of your neck. His gloved hand offering a feathery touch to your skin as if teasing you. Almost alluding to where he could be or what his next move was. Your breath hitched in your throat as you heard him whisper close to your lips.

“Marco.”

You reached out in front of you trying to catch him. He escaped your grasp again. “Dammit. Polo.” You huffed in frustration. Your hands out in front of you trying to feel for him.

“I told you tesoro, there’s no way you’re going to win.” He teased tapping on your shoulder making you turn quickly.

“You know when you said you bet I couldn’t win this bet this isn’t what I thought it would be, especially when you mentioned the blindfold.” You tsked him, blindly roaming around.

Terzo shrugged, “guess the $20 will stay mine then.”

“You’re so weird.” You giggled.

Terzo tugged your habit playfully, making you aware of his location. Swinging around you felt nothing but air. “I’m not the one swinging at nothing. From where I’m standing you look like the weird one.” Terzo shot, lightly caressing your cheek.

“Hey.” You said, finally landing a punch to his arm. He grunted slightly and rubbed at his arm, the jig was up. “Oop, that’ll be $20 please.” Putting a hand on your hip the other held out to where you thought Terzo could be.

Terzo held his hands up in surrender, “Of course cara mia, I’ll give you what you want.” Before you had time to think about what he’d said you felt a push on your shoulder and with a squeak you felt yourself fall onto his bed. Terzo went silent, putting his body over yours, you could feel him hovering. Your hand slowly reached for the blind fold before you felt his delicate touch on your wrist. Terzo clicked his tongue as if he was disappointed in you, “You being able to see will ruin the fun, don’t you think, sweet thing?”

You let his hand pull yours away from the blindfold. Now this you didn’t expect, well not really anyway. Your cheeks were hot, your lips pursed not knowing what to expect next. Suddenly a sensation could be felt on your neck. Terzo sucked at the skin leaving hickeys in his wake. You felt goosebumps flare up your arms as he did so. His hot mouth traveled down till he got to your clavicle. Nipping slightly causing you to squirm. His dark laugh making your legs go weak. “You like dolcezza? Mmm?” Terzo teased going down your chest.

You couldn’t do anything but nod. The suddenness of the attack on your neck and chest leaving you speechless. He impatiently pulled at the collar of your habit, you could hear some of the seams pop. In your mind you thought it best for him not to ruin it but you wouldn’t dare tell him to stop. Terzo goes deeper annd deeper, only to stop. Before you could groan in frustration his tongue licked a long line up your sternum. His gloved fingers grabbing your chin to tilt your head to the side allowing him better access to your neck. Your eyes clenched shut as he did so, your teeth trying to keep all noises from escaping you. “No witty remarks, cara mia?” He chides you with the wag of his finger. Wven though you couldn’t see what was going on you could practically feel the smirk he had while looking down on you. “I like it better when you make noise.” Terzo chuckles darkly. Your hands grasp at the sheets under you. You couldn’t think of anything to say.

“Talk to me dolcezza, tell your papa what you want.”

Your mind swims with all the possibilities your legs shake in anticipation. Your mouth dry, your breath short you mustered everything in you. “I want-“

A knock at the door. Fuck.

You could feel the bed shift as Terzo stood up to head towards the door. “Wait-“ you reached for him not wanting anyone to see you like this. But it was too late. Secondo stood in the doorway looking down at the two of you. His face paint smeared across your neck and down your chest. Your habit ripped from where he tugged it down. Your face flushed, his hair mussed. Both of you looking up at Secondo.

Secondo rolled his eyes with a sneer on his face. His younger brother never wiping the grin off his own.

“You’re giving the homily at mass tonight. I’d prefer you clean up before then. Evening y/n.” Secondo says in his deep voice. You nod at him too embarrassed to give an actual greeting. With that Secondo hands a piece of paper to Terzo in a slightly aggressive manor before walking off. You let out a breath you’d been holding, huffing as you slid onto the carpeted floor. Terzo looked down at you, brows knit together, genuine smile on his face.

“Apologies sorella, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. But at the same time I’ll never miss the chance to show you off, especially like this.” Terzo said squaring down to your level. His hand came up to stroke your cheek, making you look at him. “It’s….fine. I just went through emotional whiplash though so you’re gonna hafta gimme a minute.” You tell him, catching your breath. Terzo stands with a laugh, helping you up with him. He guides you to the bed and sit you down. “How bout we continue this after mass, hm? You get to watch me perform and later I’ll get to watch you, no interruptions.” He tells you stroking your chin with his finger. “Fine but pull that shit again and you’re dead.” You threaten knowing it didn’t make much of an impact with your face still being flushed. Terzo nods and laughs standing up. “You have my word sorella.”

#Ghost #ghost band #ghost x reader #ghost fanfiction #terzo x reader #papa emertius x reader

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projectcaramel · 1 year

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Saccharine (5) - Satan x F!Reader x Lucifer

Fortunately, Lucifer wasn’t right.

Unfortunately, Annis is dead in front of you.

At the moment, you’re standing between two shops, the alley just light enough to make out the blue blood seeping from her skin. The darkness however makes it that much easier to see the glow of bright, acid-yellow eyes glaring at you.

Drip. Drip. Drip. The thing’s clawed hands are dripping with Annis’ blood; your horror turns to fear as the thing approaches you on slow, measured steps, and you nervously swallow. This is fine; you may be just a drake, but you’re still strong enough. Strong enough to avenge a friend’s death at the least!

Scales ripple across your skin in an instant, and you let out a low, warning growl. It echoes through the alleyway menacingly, and the thing seems to flinch. Frankly, it’s understandable—despite the fact that you’re “just a drake” (as opposed to a full-fledged dragon), that doesn’t make you any less threatening.

“You...” the thing rasps, and you bristle. Should you jump first and gain the upper hand, or should you wait and see if it runs?

You decide to attack first, and you fly on top of the creature, spitting poison as your claws tear into flesh. This is the right option, you decide, as it grapples with you, yowling and whining in pain.

Still, this creature isn’t to be underestimated either, particularly when its claws catch against your face and tear jaggedly against the scales that protect you, splattering the alley with your blood in addition to your friend’s. You suppose your screech must have caught the attention of someone passing by, since the next thing you know, you’re being unwillingly dragged out of the alleyway, reaching for the monster with your bloody claws, but it’s already running away, slipping out of your grasp.

“Dammit, Satan!” you snap at the green-eyed male, who is both your savior and your annoyance. “I was so close...!”

“MC,” he says, and you notice he’s holding onto you very tightly. “Please, calm down. You’re bleeding.”

“You think I don’t know...” You stumble against him, and Satan quickly wraps one of your arms around his shoulder.

“That was a Paladire,” Satan says quietly. “A kind of vampire that can only feed on demons. You don’t see them around anymore, but I guess that one found its way here. They work by poisoning their victims first before tearing them apart—the bastard got you right in the face.”

“It killed Annis,” you say weakly.

“I know,” Satan soothes, even as he urges you away from the scene. “But you’re still alive, and right now, we have to get you patched up, okay?” It’s only as you see a familiar figure with dark, feathery wings in the alleyway that you finally and woozily agree to Satan’s request for you to stop struggling before the poison circulates any further.

—

You fade in and out of conscious thought as Satan drags you to a safer location, namely the House of Lamentation, and it’s only as Satan is carefully cleaning out the wounds on your face that you’re finally able to ask him what he and Lucifer were doing near that alley. He looks a little sheepish as he holds the bloody cloth away from your face.

“To be honest... I was actually looking for something to cheer you up. Lucifer ended up tagging along by himself saying he needed to buy cufflinks, but he was talking bullshit. He knew there was a Paladire out, and he didn’t tell anyone like usual.” Satan’s fists ball up, his anger flickering violently in his eyes, and without thinking, you find your hands covering his. The action startles him enough that the anger fades.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t scare me, Satan,” you reply quietly. “It’s just... I understand what Lucifer was doing. He just wanted to protect you.”

“I’m getting sick of his ‘protection’,” Satan hisses. “If I’d known about that, then you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”

“Satan...”

“Did that thing cut you open anywhere else?” he asks, even as his eyes search your form for any other signs of injury, and you shake your head. “Then that’s good. That’s fine.” He starts haphazardly putting the medical supplies he had taken out back in the box, quickly becoming infuriated when it refuses to close, and you sigh before you take it from him and pile everything in methodically. “...thanks.”

“You really need to become more organized, Satan...”

“No,” he grumbles. “And anyway... don’t throw yourself into a dangerous situation like that again.”

“Why, because I can’t protect myself?”

“Because I care about you,” he replies coolly, piercing through you with his pale green eyes. “Drakes are strong, but they aren’t invincible. I don’t want to lose you. Okay?” The last word isn’t as firm as the rest of what he says, and you can’t help but wonder for a moment—does he really think of me as “just a friend”?

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#satan x reader #revenge #obey me shall we date #obey me satan #obey me!#romance #mystery #fanfiction #update

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starchivist · 1 year

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Baby Kenobi

i don’t know how to write serious summaries/synopses, so you get this: obi-wan gets ambushed with the daughter he didn’t know he fathered while she’s roaming the galaxy looking for mama in a sort of reverse finding nemo. shenanigans and accidental fix-its ensue.

warning for below the cut: none that i can think of, aside from an extremely confused narrator

Stitchup hates everything about this.

“Look, sir, we’re just travelers,” he insists to the trio of bounty hunters, simultaneously glad for and resenting that this mission required he be in civilian clothes and not his plastoid shell. Behind him, General Kenobi is calm and still, letting Stitchup be the focus of the standoff. After all, Stitchup might have a face that’s repeated by a few billion others, but that can be fixed with a bit of contouring — and the hunters are from a race of sentients that are wired more for overarching shapes than small details, meaning his voice is the thing most likely to give him away as a clone in this situation. Jedi High General Obi-Wan Kenobi, on the other hand — his face is far more singular, and his accent is very distinct, which means he has a much higher chance of being recognized if he speaks up.

The hunters buzz, clearly unconvinced. “Sure,” the lead hunter says, the translator at their throat crackling faintly. “Listen, bucko, you can’t seriously think we’re that stupid. General Kenobi’s ship crashed here, and I can’t think of any other reason for a clone trooper to be here. Can you?”

Motherfucker. He’s been suppressing his accent, dammit! “I’m not a trooper,” he tries, knowing his General is about to do something idiotic if he can’t de-escalate and get them out of here. “I’m just a traveling doctor,” he says levelly. “That’s all.”

The lead hunter buzzes again, derision dripping from their stance. They take a step closer—

“Papa,” a young voice says, and only sheer professionalism save Stitchup from jumping about a mile in the air. He turns to see a small humanoid girl trotting up to General Kenobi with Great Purpose, going right up to him and tugging on his sleeve. “Papa,” she says again, a soft, chirping rumble beneath her voice. “I can’t find the right tools — they’re all for droids ‘n engines.”

To Stitchup’s utter shock, General Kenobi doesn’t miss a single beat before playing along, bending down to meet the girl and chirping back.

“That’s alright, Anate,” he says gently, his Coruscanti accent somehow completely gone and replaced with something else. “We’ll just keep looking, yes?” Then he makes this — crooning, trilling sound, and the girl responds in kind with a warbling purr.

“Okay,” the girl says, reaching out her arms when General Kenobi stands in the universal request to be picked up. Again, General Kenobi plays along as flawlessly as if the two of them had rehearsed this beforehand, scooping her into his arms and settling her against his chest with a quiet “Hup!” She makes another purring noise, shuffling as best as she can to get more comfortable, then finally turns her attention to Stitchup and the bounty hunters. “Hi,” she says, peering at the hunters past thick, feathery white hair that covers half her face. “Are you policemen?”

The droning buzz of the hunters is, this time, very clearly uncomfortable. “Policemen,” the hunter on the left echoes carefully, stepping forward and crouching, their blaster holstered in the same movement. “Sorry, kid, my translator doesn’t recognize that. Wanna tell me what that means?”

#baby kenobi #baby kenobi first drafts #character: Fujioka Tsukiko #character: Obi-Wan Kenobi #character: clone medic Stitchup #pov: stitchup #i dunno how everybody else finds out that obi-wan has a kid #all i know is that anakin specifically blows a g-ddamn GASKET when he does #because. what. what??? what do you MEAN you have a biological child???#that's his out-loud knee-jerk reaction anyway #inwardly he is also going Oh Shit I'm Being Replaced #this is not helped by the fact that tsukiko doesn't seem to like him all that much . . .#she keeps scrunching up her nose when she sees him?? the kark's up with that??#tsukiko meanwhile is thinking to herself 'why the fuck does he smell like stale blood'#(he smells like stale blood because of the tusken massacre. only she doesn't know that. and nobody else will for a while #it's just gonna be a neat little secret percolating on the back of the plot-stove for a little bit it's fine)#I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT TO SAY THIS PEOPLE ASKED WHEN I POSTED ON DISCORD #‘anate’ is not actually her name. uh. as evidenced by the character tag #originally it was like a bastardized form of ‘anata’ ‘cause tsukiko speaks japanese #but then i went ‘oh yeah obi-wan wouldn’t know that’#so now it’s a generic stewjoni word for like. ‘little girl’ but affectionate #anyway yeah. tsukiko does in fact give her real name later

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grymmnox · 1 year

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weekly fic recs #8

weeee. it’s technically still monday. getting these out now, because otherwise i’m never getting it done.

this one is. quite short, actually. haven’t done much fic reading this week. last week. whatever. next one should be longer, provided i have the time to read

& = platonic, / = romantic

Oneshots

i was born of war; necklace - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 1.3k words | READ TAGS

summary:

The ADA believe Dazai is a good man, and he wishes that one day, they'll stop investing in such lies.

dazai is a traumatized kid and no one can take this away from me

breaking news! fyodor leaves the fucking house!; daffodilassassin - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 6.8k words | dazai/fyodor/nikolai

summary:

“If we go on this walk . . .” Fyodor began, much to Nikolai’s energised whoop. “Will you leave me undisturbed during writing hours until I have finished the first draft of my novel?”

“It’s a deal!” Nikolai announced.

men force their boyfriend to sleep with this one easy trick (doctors hate them!); daffodilassassin - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 1k words | dazai/fyodor/nikolai

summary:

He looked over at the clock. 4:38. God fucking dammit. It was basically breakfast.

“Oh, fuck it all, I’ll just go get coffee,” he mumbled to himself, swiping some of those weird green square things around on his screen. Candy crush was a curse upon the earth, and a drug he could not get enough of. “Stupid societal sleeping schedule requirements . . . why can’t I just sleep during the day, when I’m actually tired . . .”

a scary level of sentience; daffodilassassin - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 809 words | dazai/fyodor/nikolai

summary:

“. . . And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who . . . hhhhmmmnm . . .”

“Trespass against us?” said Dazai.

At that, Fyodor’s facial muscles twitched into a cute frown. (Thank God for the light of Dazai’s phone screen to illuminate the spectacle.) “That’s what I said . . .”

Dazai snorted. “Oh, this is so good.”

least chaotic night in these fuckers’ household; daffodilassassin - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 1.9k words | dazai/fyodor/nikolai

summary:

“Osamu, how long will the pizza be?” said Nikolai, because he was impatient.

“I just put it in,” muttered Dazai, making his way to the doorway. “Probably not longer than—eeeuuuuuaaagghhh!”

(33) missed calls; Devs_Casino - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 2k words | chuuya/dazai | READ TAGS

summary:

What a contrast: Dull, dead, brown eyes meeting saturated, human, blue eyes...

Dazai gets really drunk and spirals, while Chuuya calls him repeatedly before kicking down his door to make sure he's not dead. It ends in Chuuya having to comfort his boyfriend to the best of his abilities

a sharpened blade of reality; mxlysar - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 3.3k words | dazai & ranpo | READ TAGS

summary:

"You aren’t supposed to be here. If he finds you down here-”

“What would he do?” Dazai tilted his head, his wisps of feathery brown gently swaying with him.

Ranpo’s eyes snapped open, and Dazai was instantly at a loss. Something writhed in a burning inferno within his bloodshot sage hues, something violent and lethal.

Deeply narrowed greens stuck their hold out and wrapped tightly around Dazai’s resolve, crushing it to the point of suffocation, until its flame was close to burning out. “You are never to cross paths with that man, do you understand me?”

(Or, Dazai disrupts a lesson)

Incomplete Fics

Yuuei Survival Guide; LowlyWriter - my hero academia

teen and up | 37/? chapters | 374.7k words | ...hhhhhhhhhh. m tired. ur getting the romantic relationship tags for now, and a couple platonic ones; aizawa/hizashi, aizawa & midoriya, hizashi & midoriya, midoriya & shirakumo, aizawa & class 1-a, class 1-a & midoriya | READ TAGS

summary:

Izuku steps towards the other teen, holding his hand out to shake, “I’m Midoriya Izuku by the way. We haven’t officially met yet, right? I don’t remember seeing you at the Entrance Exam?”

The blue-haired boy pauses, studies his hand uncertainly before shrugging. “Shirakumo Oboro,” he introduces in return, hand phasing right through Izuku’s when he goes to return the handshake. Shirakumo doesn’t seem surprised by it, but Izuku whips his hand back when the intense chill climbs up his arm.

or,

Izuku tries to pretend eveything is okay even though his homelife is crumbling around him, there's an insanely powerful Quirk that's not entirely his coursing through his veins, he suddenly knows his childhood hero, All Might, and to top it all off, he seems to have befriend a pastel blue-haired ghost that has way too much insider knowledge on Izuku's new homeroom teacher, and English teacher. He's really just trying to survive Yuuei...

A Murderer And An Ex-Assassin Go To Hero School, What Could Go Wrong?; morgana_rrr - bsd + mha fusion

teen and up | 6/? chapters | 13.2k words | atsushi & dazai, akutagawa & dazai, akutagawa/atsushi, the bakusquad (listen its 10:30pm im tired), the dekusquad, atsushi & kyouka

summary:

In the fallout of the USJ Incident, principal Nedzu takes improving U.A.'s security very seriously. So seriously, in fact, that he's willing to ask for help his old friend from Yokohama.

Enter Nakajima Atsushi, a weretiger that went one a man-eating rampage once, and Izumi Kyouka, an ex-assassin with thirty five kills under her belt, becoming the first ever undercover bodyguards of U.A. High's Hero students. The both of them will have to face challenges like no other - grades, class dynamics and teenage drama. Meanwhile there's something bigger than them both brewing in the background while they try not to drown in the alien environment.

Then there's also that one mafioso who's been hanging around the school lately...

ok im tired. im probably going to bed soon after posting this. enjoy the fics idk. show the authors some love, all that jazz

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pokegalla · 2 years

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I have one done! More to go! (This is gonna take awhile 🥲) Enjoy!

🗡 What are some rumours people have about your character?

Grey:

* Butler. Evil Butler. Everyone calls him this. He hates it.

* Like really??? That’s how they see him?

* Killer called him Sebastian from Black Butler. He didn’t hesitate to bitch slap him.

The Core Virus:

* Quite proud to be known for causing fear into the hearts of both good and evil.

* An overlord? A being of utter chaos? Man they love it.

* That just makes them more terrifying

Virisity:

* Lmao people be dissing them

* Their rumors just revolve around them being a yandere psycho

* Do they really act like that? Wtf they should be as infamous as The Core Virus as an unstoppable force! Not….some low rated villain that is “yandere”

* They throw an tantrum everytime they hear it.

Nightmare:

* He’s got two kinds of rumors: he’s an evil overlord and king of negativity. Then there’s him being a dad of sorts.

* He literally torments people. How is he a father figure?

* Sure he takes care of his new minions and also hangs around Lisa and her team. But he doesn’t want them to die for being idiots. He might need them in the future. It would be a waste.

Error:

* Yo who the f$&@ told everyone he prances around in a feathery boa-?!

* It had to be Ink.

* He denies this heavily. He is a destroyer! The hell would he do something as stupid as that?!

* (It’s actually true but Ink MAY have stretched the truth)

Rosa:

* Who made a rumor that her singing makes plants grow?

* She thinks it’s pretty cool. She’s just confused on how that rumor came to be.

* Turns out Ash saw her singing a tune while caring for her plants. She was always pretty good with her green thumb and Ash had misunderstood it as her being magical

* (She does have magic revolving around greenery though. But only in the dark world. Maybe that’s why her dark world form is based on plants….)

Bunny:

* Apparently people think she is young. Like a child young.

* Ooooooooo she hates it.

* SHE IS A YOUNG ADULT DAMMIT WHY DOES NOBODY BELIEVE THAT?!

* She believes it’s because of her flat chest. Which makes her even more pissed.

Deltarune group (the group altogether in general):

* Weirdos

* Rumor has it that they do odd occult things on the low.

* Susie and Kris entertain the idea

* The others however do not and wish they would stop scaring others-

Lisa (Me):

* Quiet kid vibes

* Apparently someone made a rumor about her making a harem of skeletons

* Her response?

* “Shit I wish”

* This leaves everyone confused or concerned

Cross:

* People really find him intimidating.

* Like they think he’s killed before or would kill someone

* They’re not wrong? But their rumors are a bit harsh or even twisted.

* (Don’t worry his friends got his back. Protecc dah Oreo dude-)

Chara:

* Demon child

* They definitely think he’s not normal or just plain weird.

* Chara doesn’t care and purposely puts the rumors to good use by scaring people and do crazy pranks!

* (He gets in trouble a lot and Lisa, Nightmare, or Rosa punish him.)

Bonus!!!

Red:

* There’s a rumor that he actually is an infamous Team Fortress 2 player that has top scores. Even won a tournament.

* He denies it though

* Probably just to keep you guessing. Damn jerk….

Poplar:

* Has pastas from all over the world

* Probably true but are YOU gonna look and research ALL those boxes and the different types of pastas he has in storage?

* I’ll wait-

Rus:

* Has won a pie eating contest

* He doesn’t really deny it but tries to avoid talking about it

* Something about the police getting involved….you decide not to press him further.

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box-architecture · 1 year

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I haven't actually stopped rotating this specific scenario in my mind, because awesamdrunz and the outfits and generally just Character Dynamics. Which, admittedly, is a lot of what I enjoy writing smut for.

-Titles are generally banned from the bedroom. Forcing Dream to ever say 'sir' again is an actual death sentence, and Sam didn't like the idea of being called sir even back in prison. My Liege or Your Majesty in a pointed, Making Fun way by Punz, but not because of anything they discussed, they just think it's fucking hilarious (Sam's face heats up anyway, because being bullied by Punz has just become a turn on at this point.) Dream calls him 'My King' midway through, softer than he means to, and Sam accidentally tears his thigh highs from the force of his sudden grip. It's fine, Dream looks good a bit disheveled anyway.

-Punz's outfit has a boob window, Dreams shows off his back. The skirts are fluffy and feathery and indecently short, and the heels somehow look laughable and yet pretty when they wear them. Sam totally had nothing to do with this. Sam decided to forgo trying to wear heels to make himself taller than Dream. This time. He needs to be Tall, dammit

Punz wore eyeliner. Not a lot, not big or showy. Just a bit, for fun Dream complimented them and they flushed. Dream debated wearing tinted lip balm but decided against it after the last incident -Sam did end up having Dream on his hands and knees, hand around his neck as he thrust into him. Having his back exposed was so lovely, and if he looked up he'd see a peek of Punz's chest from where they sat opposite, holding Dreams hand and leaning down for reassuring kisses

#awesamdrunz #Communication Knife AU #backposting #more about the maid outfit thing

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sysig · 4 years

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I have come to the conclusion that [Purple Text] is, in fact, the worst

#Doodles #How many wing styles is too many wing styles #I haven't done a feathery wing study in a good bit so I'm a bit rusty #Think I finally pinned it down enough for the final one tho uwu There's bones drawn under there I just covered them with feathers #Anyhow #It had been a little too long since I'd drawn [Purple Text] and they were skirting the edges of my thoughts too often not to so #I find it terribly unfair that my to-date only Lawful Evil and unquestionably worst-behaved sona has such a cool design #First of all the fact that I have a badly behaved sona is already not a super great look lol but secondly I just don't like them as a person #And yet just by this alone I clearly had a lot of fun drawing them because dammit they're fun to draw!#I already love drawing angels and angel-adjacent creatures so that one was easy but the Evo symbol is also really fun #And even tho the head wrappings are a little hard to wrap my head around (lol) I do enjoy drawing the folds in them #Even without toning it's just a fun shape lol #Also since each sona gets to keep whatever hair I had at the time of making them [Purple Text]'s is shorter than mine currently #Which was surprisingly difficult to stick to lol #It has been a good several months since I was drawing that hairstyle so I guess it makes sense #Evo SMP

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the-random-phan · 2 years

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Raven Locks and Raven Wings

This was basically an excuse for me to write trio bonding +wings heh

I tried to make the title a BTS reference. Can you tell?

WC: 3,294

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Summary:

Halfas are adaptable, and easily influenced by their companions. Danny has gotten a lot of features from his ghostly allies -horns, a tail, fangs- but by far the most drastic has been a set of wings. And they didn't exactly come with an instruction manual.

Of all these side effects of becoming a halfa, one thing Danny hadn’t expected was wings. Huge, feathery, cumbersome wings.

Wings were the latest development in a long string of oddities. It started with fangs, then a pair of icy horns sprouting out of the top of his head. After that came a change in the way his hair acted, burning like a cold flame and not entirely corporal. Then shimmering white scales along his back, paired with a reptilian tail. He seemed to gain a new limb or accessory for each ally he made. He wasn’t entirely sure who the fangs came from -there were multiple possibilities in that category (his least favorite of which being Vlad)- but the horns were from Frostbite, hair from Ember, and the tail from Dorathea in all her dragon-ness.

Frostbite explained it as halfas simply being more “adaptable” than normal ghosts, which Danny thought was fitting enough. It was a better option than a thorough examination of his inner psyche. Not that Jazz hadn’t tried to do that anyway after he returned home from that particular visit to the Far Frozen.

But who did he know with bird wings? His feathers matched the pattern and color of either a raven or crow; all black, but with an iridescent shimmer. From a quick google search he thought they looked more like a raven’s, but he couldn’t be entirely certain. These new protrusions were quite large, with a wingspan of 13 feet. This was of course according to Sam, who currently held a tape measure. Tucker held up the other end.

Danny’s parents were out shopping, so they used the open space of the lab to check out his new limbs in a way he hadn’t been able to in the bathroom where he originally discovered them. He’d run away from breakfast at his ghost sense and used the downstairs bathroom as a place to hide. Imagine his surprise when he transformed and suddenly the small half-bath was filled with feathers. By the time he got back from the fight, his parents had gone out for the day. He called Sam and Tuck first thing, and they rushed over.

“Dang, who’d you nab these from?” Tucker asked as Sam showed him the measurement. Danny folded his wings in so that they were tucked flat to his body. He turned around carefully to face his friends, careful not to knock anything over. He already needed a new lamp, dammit.

“That’s the million dollar question.” Danny sighed and reverted to human form. He was lucky that his various ghostly limbs didn’t cross over, or that would be a disaster. Though his canines did feel suspiciously sharp.

“I just hope they don’t get in the way too much when I’m fighting," Danny sighed.

The trio moved on quickly. Danny's wings became just another addition to their already crazy lives.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I’m gonna murder Skulker.” Danny huffed. The mech had ruffled his feathers, quite literally. Danny collapsed on Sam’s couch, wings taking up the entire thing. Skulker was an idiot. An idiot with a second-death wish, to be exact. It would seem that he’d teamed up with Plasmius again, because no way could he have done this without the other idiot’s help.

The Jaeger-wanna-be had blasted Danny with some weapon or another, which he thought was a dud until after he sucked Skulky into the thermos. Then he’d found that he was unable to revert to human form or use any of his powers. Zilch, zero, zip. None of them, not even his ghost sense wanted to work. He still glowed like a damn flashlight, of course. Never before had Danny gotten a stronger urge to chuck the Fenton Thermos into a lake.

“Move it birdbrain, this is the best seat in the house.” Sam almost sat on his wing, and would have if he hadn’t moved it at the last moment.

“Well excuse me, princess.” Danny huffed. He draped one wing across his chest, noting quite disgustedly that feathers were greasy and not laying right. But he was tired, and that could be dealt with tomorrow.

“I thought we agreed to no bird puns for the night?” Danny shot Sam a look through a gap in his primary feathers.

“But bird puns are always a hoot!” Tucker interjected from the popcorn machine. Danny laughed and Sam just groaned.

“Okay, no bird puns starting now. Where’s that popcorn, Tuck?” Sam looked over the back of the couch.

“Hold your horses!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Ok I can’t stand it anymore.” Tucker exclaimed suddenly in the middle of the movie. He set a hand on Danny’s shoulder.

“Buddy, you smell like you were dragged through a landfill and sprayed in sweat. You gotta do something about your wings.”

“I don’t smell anything.” Danny replied, sinking into the couch and all-too-aware of his wings pressed into the cushions. Sam paused the movie.

“Well I promise, it’s not pleasant.” Tucker commented. Danny just sank sheepishly further into the couch.

“Do you need help with cleaning them?” Sam offered lightly.

“Nah, I’ll just try to deal with them when I get home.” Danny reached forward to grab the remote but was stopped by Tucker grabbing his arm.

“No way, you’re getting a bird bath. Sam, do you have a tub big enough for this oversized avian?” Tucker asked. Sam was already standing up, brushing the popcorn off her skirt.

“I certainly do.” She grabbed Danny’s other arm and hauled him up off the couch with Tucker’s help. Danny let himself fall forward like dead weight. Water and feathers did not sound like a fun combination, and he didn’t want to find out if his gut was right or not.

“Stop being so stubborn! We’ll be careful. This needs to be done, Danny.” Sam dropped his arm and he acted, quickly smacking away Tucker’s hand and cocooning himself inside his wings. They were right, the aroma wasn’t entirely pleasant, but neither was the thought of washing his wings. He hadn’t done anything more than phase off the dirt yet and had been pushing a real washing off for as long as he could.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It took a lot of coaxing, but eventually, Sam and Tucker managed to stealthily drag Danny upstairs and into one of the many bathrooms. It was a miracle they weren't spotted, but it being almost 11 at night likely helped their cause.

They got into the bathroom and Sam locked the door behind them. Danny plopped down on the floor, struggling to get his suit top off without intangibility. Tucker sat on the countertop and started looking up how to clean birds on the internet. Sam turned on the faucet and warm water poured into the tub. She was careful not to make it too hot.

“Ugh,” Tucker sighed, mid-search.

“Half of these sites are just saying ‘put the bird in water and let it do the rest.’” Tucker sat on the counter, leaning against the mirror.

“I don’t think I have the same instincts as real birds. And these things didn’t exactly come with an instruction manual." Danny got up from his seat on the floor and started looking through the drawers.

“Scissors are on the far right, middle drawer.” Sam interjected.

“You know me so well,” Danny grinned, finally finding the sharp object. Which Tucker immediately grabbed out of his hands.

“Let me do it, you’re gonna end up cutting yourself or at the very least slicing off a feather.” Danny grumbled but turned around when Tucker motioned him to.

“It’s a good thing my suit fixes itself.” Danny mused, earning a hum from Tucker. Danny’s back was a myriad of pale skin, white scales, black feathers, and scars. It was mostly lichtenberg figures, though the remnants of a slice or two could also be seen. The feathers extended past just Danny’s wings, coming all the way up to his shoulders and tufting upwards. What had been underneath the suit was almost dirtier than what was outside of it. The feathers were slick with sweat and pressed into Danny's back.

“Don’t you ever shower?” Tucker asked, half-horrified. It wasn’t from a place of ridicule, just concern.

“Not really in ghost form, I guess. It’s hard for a ghost to get a shower in a house where the walls are literally armed.” Danny responded saltily. Tucker cut carefully through the thick fabric, dulling the scissors. He also had to cut a line through the shirt underneath, a negative black-and-blue counterpart to Danny’s numerous white and red ovaled t-shirts.

“That’s gotta change then. Use this bathroom whenever you need it, just check for anyone inside first. I doubt anyone will come all the way up here, but better safe than sorry.” Sam offered. She tested the water once more and sat back to let the tub fill.

“What if somebody walks by and hears the water running?” Asked Danny. Tucker finally finishes the "alterations" to the back of Danny’s suit, allowing the halfa to pull the fabric forward and tie it around his waist with the arms. His gloves were abandoned on the countertop, and his boots were still down in the theater room.

“Go invisible, and I’ll come up with some excuse. Probably blame it on a ghost. Boxy seems like the best candidate for that, maybe Klemper.”

“Thank-you, Sam.” Danny truly was grateful. The question had crossed his mind before, but he never had the courage to voice it.

“My bathtub isn’t nearly as big, but the offer stands for my house as well. We’ve got a guest bedroom with an attached bath that rarely gets used.”

“You guys are awesome.” Danny grinned. He felt a bit pathetic and sad that he had to rely on his friends for such a simple thing, but he shoved that thought right back out of the door it’d come through.

“We won’t be so awesome in a few minutes. Now get over here.” Sam commanded, and Danny noticed that the tub was now about half-full. A bolt of fear went through him, imagining his wings drenched in water. They were heavy enough as it was. Danny unconsciously squeezed the offending feathery beasts tighter against his back, to keep them from being pulled away from his body. He backpedaled a bit, distancing himself from the tub.

“There’s gotta be a different way we can do this, right?” He asked uneasily.

“Just come here Danny. We’ll figure it out.” Sam coaxed. But Tucker was not nearly as kind, and got behind Danny to physically push him towards the small body of water. The tub was a clean white, and set into the floor. It had white lights underneath the surface and Danny spotted deactivated water jets. It was like a mini hot tub.

Danny sighed in defeat and gingerly lowered himself into the water, facing the wall and the giant wall-length mirror in front of him. The tub was only maybe a third of the way full, and came up to Danny’s waist. He held his wings above the surface of the water, testing out the warmth. It was cooler than he normally liked, but in this form his “normal” would probably be intensely uncomfortable. There were downsides to having an ice core. Plus, he wasn’t sure how sensitive his wings would be to the water temperature.

The halfa watched the reflection as Sam and Tucker pried off their shoes and socks then Tucker rolled up his pants. They sat on the rim of the tub behind Danny, feet just barely in the water. The halfa had to admit, this was a very good setup for such a thing.

“The websites mostly said not to use soap, but if it’s too bad we can. I tried to specifically find info on crows and ravens, but they aren’t exactly conventional pets.”

“I feel like that’s a not-so-subtle jab of some sort.” Danny said with a raised brow. Tucker met his gaze in the mirror.

“What, me? No way.”

“Disregarding that obvious lie, what kinda soap do we wanna use? I'm pretty sure it's gonna be necessary. I’ve got some two-in-one shampoo and conditioner that might be good.”

“Most of these say to use dish soap, but that’s mostly so it doesn’t hurt birds’ eyes or whatever. I say we try your stuff and see what happens.”

“I gotta say, this is one experiment I never imagined.” Danny’s back already ached from keeping his wings up for so long. Tucker must’ve noticed the shaking.

“Why don’t you rest them against the sides of the tub? We’ll just stand so we can reach them better.” Danny did just that, immediately relieved.

“Thanks.” And with that, Sam and Tuck got to work. Tucker on Danny’s right wing and Sam on the left. Each armed with a cup and bottle of 2-in-1 shampoo-conditioner, a great contrast from the ectoguns they regularly brandished.

Sam started at his largest feathers, the primaries, working the soap into each feather and quickly creating a sudsy mess. She smoothed out various feathers that Danny hadn’t even realized were out of place until the prickly feeling of a displaced feather was relieved.

Tucker began at the top of his wing, near his back. He ruffled up the plumage in order to get the soap in, which was surprisingly easy with the smaller, softer feathers. As Tucker worked his way out he stuck his hand between the layers instead of moving them out of the way, and Danny wasn’t sure whether it was nice or bordering on painful. After a few rows, Tucker switched to Sam’s earlier method, going through primary by primary.

Danny was left in a state of pure bliss. It was like the sensation of someone playing with his hair but multiplied by, like, seven. He was distinctly aware of each feather, which was surprisingly a good thing.

Danny forgot that the mirror in front of him worked both ways, and while focusing on the sensations he missed the smiles passed between his two best friends in the entire world.

“Having fun?” Sam asked. Danny hummed non-committaly as Tucker reached a twisted feather and moved it back into place. Unconsciously the halfa’s draconic tail swished back and forth in the water, making small ripples and almost taking out Sam’s ankle if she hadn’t moved out of the way.

Danny was on the verge of sleep, held upright only by his wings. Then things went wrong.

A cut-off yelp escaped Danny as his tail was stepped on. His wings flared, spewing soap and water all over the walls. Not to mention the disaster that now was the mirror. His powers had also apparently come back to him at some point during the bath, as he was now waist-deep in an oversized ice cube. Luckily neither Sam nor Tucker were caught in the sudden popsicle that was the bathtub.

His feathers were now all fluffed up like a cat, effectively undoing much of the work that had been done. Danny felt goosebumps raise up on his skin in a wave, which oddly included his wings. Now that was weird.

Danny phased out of the ice (leaving quite the neat-looking hole from where his body had been) and regarded it, as well as the horrid state of the bathroom.

“Got a hairdryer?” Danny chuckled sheepishly.

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Danny soared through the Ghost Zone towards Clockwork's lair. He relished in the lightness of his wings now that they were free from gunk, glad that his feathers were no longer sticking together and moved smoothly over each other with every hearty flap. It was almost freeing, and worrying. He hadn’t realized just how badly he’d been neglecting them.

Danny wanted to ask Clockwork about his wings and who they might be from. He didn’t expect a clear answer, but any clue would be a good one. Maybe he could also get some tips from the omniscient on how to take care of them better, since just phasing the dirt off didn’t do the trick.

Briefly switching from wing flight to ghost flight, Danny landed right outside of CW’s lair. It was a massive purple clocktower that contained various other spires rising into the sky. Or at least what counted for a sky in the Infinite Realms. The Clocktower looked almost small on the outside, but as far as Danny knew it was infinite on the inside.

“Clockyyyyy!” Danny called as he stepped inside. The doors opened right up for him, so there was no way CW wasn’t already aware of his presence. It was actually Danny’s first time visiting since his wings had popped up two months ago. Ghost attacks had picked up, and with Vlad making yet another cloning attempt he’d been otherwise preoccupied.

“To what do I owe this visit, Daniel?” Clockwork asked, materializing from both nowhere and everywhere all at once. He was very paradoxical like that. He was in child form, practically draping himself over still his full-size staff.

“I don’t expect a straight answer, but I was wondering if you might know who I got these babies from.” Danny presented his wings in all of their beastly beauty, proud of just how clean they were and how the feathers shimmered in the light. They dwarfed his body, spread out to his full wingspan. A look of surprise glanced across CW’s features, something that was new to Danny.

“Ah, that explains a lot.” Clockwork said to himself. As he thought, he shifted to adult form. His staff now fit comfortably to his proportions, and he leaned against it.

“I am unable to clearly see events that evolve myself, particularly ones ectoplasmic in nature, as the very energy is unpredictable and can cloud my vision.”

“M'kay?” Danny responded, barely absorbing the information. He folded his wings against his back and collapsed on a nearby couch, grabbing one of CW’s infamous brownies from the tray on the table.

“It would appear that you gained the wings from me.” Clockwork added, and Danny almost spit out his brownie.

“But you don’t-” Danny was proven wrong before he even got the sentence out, as Clockwork’s form shifted ever-so-slightly. It revealed a great pair of owl wings from underneath his cloak, pressed against his back. The feathers were mostly white but were dotted with black in places. It reminded Danny of Hedwig, the snowy owl from Harry Potter. Clockwork’s wings were more proportional to his body than Danny’s were, though at the same time they were much larger.

“It was most unlikely that you would develop a trait mirroring myself, although I suppose it is logical with how much time we’ve spent together.” Clockwork mused. Danny didn't even realized he'd moved until he had crossed half the distance between them. Danny reached out to touch it and Clockwork gave him a nod in permission.

“How do you keep them so clean?” Danny ran a hand lightly over Clockwork’s left wing, which he’d stuck out slightly more to the left as though bidding Danny feel it. The feathers were much softer than his own, and were a bright white that almost glowed. It matched Clockwork’s long white hair, which Danny had spotted on the occasion that the elder ghost removed his hood. It was rare, but it happened.

“Through manipulation of time, mostly. Technically my wings have never aged since the moment they existed.” Clockwork seemed a bit uncomfortable at the touch, even though he’d offered it. Danny backed up, retaking his place on the couch and stuffing his face with another brownie.

"That’s no help,” Danny sighed.

“But at least that's one mystery solved. Why do you have wings?" Danny questioned. A grin that almost bordered ‘creepy’ territory spread across Clockwork's face.

"I’m sure you’ve heard the phrase. Time flies."

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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years

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ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ|| (ANON) SMUT- Peter Parker x reader, he comes home late from a mission in his uniform and they either have sex because the reader wants him to use all of his power, or they have “ I’m sorry I’m late” sex, but overall the reader is seduced by his spider suit ❤️🖤

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs|| smutttt 18+ minors dni, it’s a little crazy, rough shower sex of which i don’t condone because your ass could fall and die lol but this is fanfiction so… also tiny bit of fluff that’s kinda it

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs|| i had a vision with the late concept lmaoooo so here ya go lolz

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“Where are you?”

“Sorry I know I'm supposed to be there right now, but these assholes starting robbing Mr. Delmar and I couldn’t let that slide, you know how it is, babe,” Peter said through the phone, or his suit really.

“I know but you promised you were gonna be on time this time,” you whined.

“I know and I promise I’ll- Shit!”

“Are you ok?” you asked quickly.

“Yeah, I’m good, Haha! These guys kinda suck,” he chuckled.

“Anyways, I promise I’ll be there in a bit; and I promise I’ll make it up to you,” he told you.

“Ok fine, my window’s unlocked,” you told him unenthusiastically.

“I love you!”

“What the fuck?” you heard a muffled voice in the background.

“Not you asshole!” you giggled before hanging up the phone.

You turned on your TV and just waited for Peter. Your roommate was out of town for spring break and you asked Peter if he wanted to spend the week with you. He said yes but he still had to pratol at night and report to Happy. He’s been coming back home too late and you made him promise to come home before; you felt like a strict mother and it was weird.

You looked at the time again at almost ten, you rolled your eyes and continued watching the screen mindlessly. It wasn’t until around ten thirty that Peter busted through the window startling you.

“Holy shit!” you shrieked.

“I’m here! I’m so sorry, baby,” he cringed at the cold look you gave him.

“You suck,” you simply said before heading to the bathroom.

“Come on, princess. I had to fight bad guys!” he wrapped his arm around you. You pushed his hand away trying your hardest to not laugh or smirk.

“Babe, please? Talk to me,” he pouted.

You turned on the water to take a shower. You stripped extra slowly just to tease him hearing him groan under his breath. You stepped in the foggy glass shower giggling quietly when you heard shuffling and grunts, things falling all over the place.

Peter easily slipped his body against yours, wrapping his arms around your naked body and his head buried in your neck. He kissed your neck hoping to pull the usual giggle from you but no, nothing. He peered his head around to look at your face and pouted when held your stoic expression.

“Baby,” he whined.

“Hm?” you pretended to hardly hear him.

“I promised to make it up to you and you’re not letting me,” he pouted.

“No, you promised to come home on time,” you argued.

“But I was fighting bad guys!” he whined

“And I’m taking a shower,” you smirked.

Peter let out a long whine and you grinned devilishly not budging. His hands roamed your body and it was getting harder and harder to resist his advances. You grabbed the body wash but Peter snatched from your hand squirting some soap on the washcloth and slowly rubbing it over your skin. He was teasing you now. He ran soap along his finger before brushing over your core making you shudder.

“I wanna make you feel good, princess,” he whispered huskily in your ear.

“Peter,” you whimpered.

“You gonna let me make it up to you?” he bit your ear softly.

“Fuck,” you felt Peter finger stroking your folds again; his thumb grazing your clit making your body jolt.

Peter’s lips continued softly pressing against your neck and you could feel his dick harden and poke your bottom. He grabbed your hips and spun you around; you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You’re so pretty.”

“You're compliments aren’t going to save your ass, I’m still mad that you came so late.”

“Are you gonna let me make it up?”

“How exactly are you going to make it up?” you teased.

“I have a few things in mind.”

He pressed you back against the cold tiled wall and fell to his knees peppering kisses as he did. He lifted your leg and hiked it over his shoulder before pressing his warm and wet tongue flat against your pussy.

You reached down and brushed the wet hairs that stuck to his forehead before combing them back. He peered up at you with his big innocent brown eyes and you moaned with your bottom lip between your teeth. Your chest moved rapidly up and down as Peter’s tongue moved faster against you.

Every flick over your clit brought you closer to your high and your legs were beginning to tremble. Peter gripped the back of your thighs hard surely to leave marks, holding you steady so you wouldn’t collapse on him. He dipped his tongue past your entrance and you gasped at the feeling of his tongue swirling inside you.

“Aw, shit,” you moaned, hitting your head on the wall as you threw your head back.

“Taste so fucking good, baby girl. Fucking delicious,” Peter said dipping his fingers inside you before thrusting them in and out of you quickly.

“Oh, fucking shit, Peter!” you moaned, tightening your stomach as you breached your release.

“You gonna come? Come all over my fingers like a fucking whore?” his words made you gasp as you never actually heard such filth come from Peter, especially during sex; but you’d be a liar if it hadn’t made your knees buckle.

“Shit!” you trembled gripping tightly onto Peter’s hair pulling a moan that drove you over the edge.

Peter leaned forward, lapping up all that you released on his hand. He pulled his fingers out before standing up and sucking on them as he stared directly into your eyes. You bit your lip watching him suck his fingers clean. When he released them with a lewd pop, you grabbed the back of his neck, crashing your lips bruisingly with his tasting yourself on his tongue.

He moaned deeply and it was music to your ears. He had his hand next to your head and you gripped onto it when you felt his aching erection poking between your thighs. You reached down with your other hand and stroked him softly emitting a pleasurable grunt from him.

He grabbed the backs of your thighs whispering, Jump, in your ear. He pressed his body flushed against yours to hold you up your perked nipples pressing against his chest making Peter shudder. He lined his thick cock pushing slowly past your fold stretching you out perfectly just the way you like it.

“So fucking tight, princess,” he mumbled in your neck.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, Pete,” you whimpered.

“Nu-uh, you’re gonna hold it until I’m ready, got it?”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Be a good girl and listen to daddy.” This new side was very appealing to you.

“Fuck I can feel you so deep,” you cupped his face. You and Peter only ever really had sex in missionary; ocasionally you rode him but it wasn’t often. Having him rut into you like this, he was hitting deep inside you that no one has ever reached before. It felt so good, you weren’t going to last until he was ready.

“Ugh, daddy! Daddy please let me cum!” you whined.

“Just wait,” he grunted, rutting his hips faster and harder into you making your squeak.

“Fucking desperate little whore. Practically begging daddy to let you come,” Peter wrapped his hand around your throat and squeezed the sides lightly.

“Holy shit,” you breathed out; eyes rolling back and your mouth dropping open. Your walls began clenching tightly around Peter’s cock and his hips suddenly bucked into you when you did.

“Fuck, do that again, princess,” he growled.

You clenched again hearing Peter’s satisfying moan. He was chasing his orgasm; his hips moving wildly, animalistically. You whimpered and tears brimmed your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure that coated your body.

“You ready baby?” he whispered against your lips.

“Fuck yes!” you cried.

“Come, baby. Come all my cock,” he reached his fingers to rub your clit harshly and it drove you over the edge. Your body tightened and shook as you came with a scream. Peter released his hold on your neck and buried his face in your neck.

You two steady yourselves for a minute before Peter slowly and carefully set you back to the ground. When you did, your knees wobbled and you gripped onto Peter to stabilize yourself. He chuckled, holding you closely before pressing faint kisses to your still wet skin. He grabbed the wash cloth once again and quickly cleaned you up before cleaning himself.

The water was extremely cold now and you trembled terribly. He turned the water off and grabbed a warm and fluffy towel wrapping it around you tightly. He lifted you bridal style and carried you to the bedroom placing you gently on the bed.

He grabbed some clothes for you to wear to sleep; pressing kisses along your legs as he pulled your clean panties and pajama bottoms up your legs. Light feathery kisses littered your belly and chest as he pulled a shirt over your head.

You smiled softly at him pecking his lips quickly before crawling under the sheets. Peter threw on some sweats and crawled into the bed with you pulling close to his side. You rested your head on his shoulder looking lovingly up at him and your hands on his bare chest.

“I like that side of you. Daddy,” you teased.

“I don't know what came over me. Sorry if I was too rough,” he said shyly.

“No it was perfect. I didn’t know you had that in you. We should do that more often,” you brushed your leg up his suggestively.

“Really?”

“Mh-hm,” you nodded with a grin on your face.

“Maybe we should,” he kissed your nose. There was a quick moment of silence that settled over you peacefully, your heavy eyes closing ready to fall asleep before you spoke up again.

“I’m still upset that you were late,” you whispered.

“Dammit,” Peter grunted.

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wolfiethewriter · 2 years

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3am - a Stolitz fic

also available on ao3.

reblogs/comments/ao3 kudos are appreciated and welcome :) this was a cute and fun thing to write. I have another but feel l ike i got hit by a truck so it will have to wait a bit.

summary - Blitz can't sleep without getting his feelings off his chest. So he drives to see Stolas. Only thing is, its 3am, and the bird is asleep.

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Blitz tossed and turned in his bed, simply unable to fall asleep no matter how hard he tried to nod off. Fuck it, he'd even gone to bed early because he was absolutely fucking exhausted after yesterday's assassinations up top, and he still couldn't nod off. God damn it all, his brain just wouldn't turn the fuck off and let him get some rest.

He sighed heavily. So damn tired. He hated nights like this. Where he'd wait and wait for a sleep that wofuld never come.

And it was all because of a certain avian. Fucking Stolas of the fucking Ars Goetia. Tall as fuck and feathery soft, on account of all the feathers. Though they were really comfy to lie on.

Dammit, he wished Stolas was here. Though he's probably bump his head on Blitz's really low ceiling. And his bed was way too small for them both to comfortably fit.

Blitzo sighed heavily. Frustrated. Well, nothing for it but to drive all the way to Stolas’ house.

He sighed heavily again and glanced at the clock. Perfect. 3am. Fucking perfect. Not that long before he had to get up if it was a workday. He scowled at the clock, as if that would change it's time, and pulled on his trademark coat on over his pyjamas and slid on his boots. Trudged out of his apartment and down to the buildings car park and climbed into his van. He started up the old rickety engine and slowly drove out of the car park and out into the city.

The roads were dead at this time in the morning. Most of the denizens of hell preferring to sleep in until at least a more reasonable time. Blitzo would too, if only he could sleep. Which he couldn't. Because his stupid fucking brain wouldn't turn off long enough to let him.

. . .

Blitz drove down the open highways of Hell, slightly disappointed there was nobody getting in his way to shoot at. But no matter. Tomorrow's drive home would be perfect for that.

He drove past quiet houses, hotel towers, and the occasional crack den as he traversed Imp City. Driving for hours or what felt like hours. Gradually noting the improvements in both housing and the reduction of noise as he left the city and entered the wealthier parts of Hell. Where the rich motherfuckers, the well-to-do la-di-da chucklefucks chucklefucks lived. Their shit rolling down the hill and onto the lower classes.

Well, except for Stolas. Sometimes.

It was a good thing he loved the stupid bird, that's all he was gonna say about it.

He kept driving, the moon waxing high above him. Not a cloud in the sky to obscure it. Gently illuminating the Goetia palace as it came into view. Blitz slowed his van to more a sensible speed as he drove up the avenue. No sense crashing in at seventy miles an hour. And best not to go kicking up the gravel with his tyres and making a shit ton of noise, either. Because then he'd have the guards – or worse, the family – to deal with. And he sure as hell didn't want that. No sir.

So he slowed to a crawl and parked up around the side of the house, out of view of any windows and any potential witnesses. He climbed out of his van, shoving all of the rubbish out of the way. Vowing for possibly the millionth time now he'd clean out his shithole of a van. Knowing full well from experience he wouldn't. Though that didn't stop him cussing under his breath at the mess.

After checking his watch again, he made sure the coast was still clear and started on his usual route. Through the gardens, stomping over the grass and crushing Stella's flowerbeds. Up the drainpipe and across the roof, and then finally down the trellis and in through Stolas window.

That window would usually be left open for him on the full moon. Allowing for easy access into the palace and Stolas' room. And by proxy, Stolas. Tonight it was closed. So Blitz would have to get a little... creative with his entrance.

Fortunately, he'd had the foresight to leave his lockpicking and burglar's kit in his coat pocket for just such occasions. For rush jobs in dead of night. Or family emergencies.

But for right now, they were for breaking into Stolas's room while he slept. Definitely criminal behaviour, but he doubted Stolas would mind. Most likely he'd be thrilled to have his 'Blitzy' show up outside of a full moon.

Admittedly not necessarily at 3am or whatever the fuck time it was now. But still. Blitz perched himself on the top of the trellis and pulled out his kit from his pocket. Setting in to pry the window open enough so he could pick the lock.

He managed it quickly and with the finesse of a master criminal. His years of experience finally paying off. Soon enough he had the window open and his kit disappeared back into his coat pocket. Then he was climbing through and landing with a soft thud on the carpet. Face first. Grumbling under his breath as he got to his feet and dusted himself off. Not that there was ever any dust in the Goetia mansion. But still. It helped to regain his dignity.

Looking around, it was clear Stolas was still asleep, judging by the soft sleep-hooting coming from the bird.

Blitz walked over to the sleeping owl and clambered up onto the ridiculously large bed, standing over Stolas as he slept. For a moment he wondered what the hell he was doing here. What he'd been thinking coming all this way. But he quickly shook the doubts away. Fuck it all, he did NOT come all this way to chicken out now. So, still staring down at Stolas, he bent down and gently poked the bird.

“Stolas.”

The bird mumbled and groaned in his sleep, but did not wake.

Blitz nudged him a little harder. “Stolas, wake up.”

But Stolas still didn't stir. Only mumbled to himself in his slumber. “Not tonight Blitzy, I'm tired,” he sighed. And then went straight back to sleep-hooting again.

Blitz sighed, rolling his eyes. Guess it's time to bring out the big guns.

“Dammit Birdbrain, wake the fuck up!” he yelled, nearly kicking Stolas with his boot he nudged the bird so hard. Stolas gave a startled “HOOT!” and jolted awake. All four eyes darting around the room for the intruder who'd so rudely woken him. Both frantic and wrathful at once. Though the demon prince calmed instantly when he saw it was only his little imp.

Stolas gave a large sigh of relief. “Blitzy!” he gasped, “What are you doing here? I could have killed you!”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Wait, what are you doing here? Am I late for our engagement?”

Stolas reached over to the bedside table to pick up the little alarm clock that lived there. “Blitzy! It's five in the damn morning!”

“Yeah, I know.”

Stolas bristled, his feathers sticking out every which way. “What could you possibly need at this unholy hour?!

Blitz didn't react. “I just wanted to tell you something.”

Stolas groaned, tired and frustrated. “Couldn't it have waited until a more reasonable hour?”

“No.”

Stolas sighed very heavily at that. “Alright. What did you wish to tell me that simply couldn't wait?”

Blitz looked at him. The bird had bags under all four of his eyes, ruffled feathers, and a scowl on his face at having his beauty sleep so rudely interrupted. But Blitz wasn't deterred. If it meant he could go home and sleep, Blitz would face anything. Even a grumpy, sleep deprived Goetic demon who could petrify him with just a look.

“I love you,” Blitz said calmly. Like it was the most basic fact in all of Hell. Because to Blitz, it was.

Stolas went quiet for a long moment, and after a while Blitz repeated the words just in case he'd misheard.

“Didya hear me, Birdbrain? I said I-”

“Yes,” Stolas cut him off. Still shaking off his disbelief. Or maybe that was rage, Blitz couldn't really tell. But he didn't sound angry. “I heard you.”

Blitz sighed, relieved to get that off his chest. “Right. Well, I'll head out now,” he announced. “Let you get back to sleep.” And finally, I can do the same.

Stolas just blinked at him, still processing his words, and Blitz turned around to head back out the way he came in. he was just about to hop off the ridiculously tall bed when a long fingered hand grabbed hold of his wrist.

“Wait, Blitzy!”

Against all of his best instincts, Blitz froze. He didn't try to run or fight the grip Stolas had on him, and remained where he stood. Eventually, he even managed to move his gaze over to Stolas face again.

“I...” the owl answered, voice trailing off for a moment, as if he didn't have the words. “I love you, too.”

Blitz could see the little smile, the light blush on the bird's face as Stolas looked back at him. And warmth started to spread its way through his body at the sight. He could get used to that smile. He really could.

He smiled back.

“Now get in,” Stolas ordered, throwing back the duvet so Blitz could climb in with him. “I need my sleep and so do you.”

Blitz didn't need to be told twice. He quietly did as he was told and Stolas threw the covers back over the both of them. Quietly settling back down to sleep again. One arm curled around Blitz to keep him close. To press him into his feathers and floofy chest. The most comfortable place to rest in the world.

“Goodnight, Blitz.”

Blitz sighed contentedly, relaxing against his lover. Face nearly buried in those super comfy chest feathers. Finally able to sleep. His body growing tired and heavy. His mind quieting enough to allow him to just drift off now he'd gotten that off his chest.

“G'night, Stolas.”

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dreamcorechild · 9 months

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[Sonny hopped inside the truck along with the rest of the upper moons. Kokushibo scurried his way over to the driver seat before Muzan pummelled his head onto the front door. The upper moon one clawed his face aggressively. Throwing the 1980 retro wannabe off him. He opened the door, only to see his shock and stress emitting from his eyes.]

Sekido: "Sit at the back Koko. I'll be the one driving us there."

Kokushibo: "OH NO YOUR NOT. IT'S MY TURN TO DRIVE!!"

Muzan: "DIDDUMS!!! WHY WOULD A SAMURAI DRIVE MY TRUCK..??"

Kokushibo: "BECAUSE I ACTUALLY GOT A LICENSE WHILE YOU ONLY USE PAPER AND PENS TO MAKE YOURS!!!"

Muzan: "OH SHUT UP.. AND SEKIDO. MOVE IT!!"

Sekido: "I'm afraid I cant comply to that my lord.. I don't want you to crash the truck again or better yet.. Loose it because you forgot to lock it like a fricking dumbass you are.."

Muzan: "......"

Doma: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!"

Muzan: "Shut up Doma. No one likes you!"

Doma: "Akaza-Dono likes me."

Akaza: "Since when did I say that?"

Doma: "....Well."

Gyokko: "See. No one likes you."

Doma: "Well no one likes you either because of your ugly appearances!"

Gyokko: "ATLEAST I DONT GET TREATED LIKE DIRT BY THE OTHER UPPER MOONS!!"

Doma: "HEY!!!!"

Sekido: "EVERYONE!!!!!!! STOP ACTING LIKE INFANTS OR I WILL DRIVE THIS TRUCK OFF THE GOD DAMN CLIFF!!!"

Muzan: "NO YOUR NOT. THIS TRUCK IS MY BABY AND I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DARE LAY YOUR FRICKING SCRAGGY FINGER ON MY POOR BABY POLISH COAT OF PAINT I WILL FUCKING ANNAHILATE YOU!!!!"

Sonny: *Shaken*

Daki: "ONI-CHAN. STOP TAKING UP ALL OF THE SPACES AGAIN!!! YOUR DAMAGING MY SWIMSUIT!!!"

Gyutaro: "I NEED TO STRETCH MY LEGS. TELL THIS BIRD FUCK FACE TO MOVE!!!"

Urogi: "You talking to me, Cabbage hair?"

Zohakuten: "I am mere uncomfortable. To be squished by two muscular men is a total nightmare!"

Karaku: "Oh suck it up little bro!"

Akaza: "Sekido!! Can we stop at a gas station so we can grab some supplies for our trip?"

Sekido: "I WAS ABOUT TO DO THAT UNTIL YOUR INTERRUPTED MY PEACE AND QUIET!!!"

Aizetsu: "GAAAAHHHH MY LEGS ARE NUMB!!!"

Gyokko: "Hyo, Hyo! pitiful that you guys have to suffer while I can rest in my vase with no scuffle or resentment-"

Smash!!!!!

[Gyokko looked out. His precious vase was smashed into many pieces. Only revealing his fish-Serpent like tail... He wish he didn't say that out loud.. Only Doma had his fist crunched up. Revealing himself as the culprit.]

Gyokko: "One day Doma.. Just one day!!! YOU WILL MEET YOUR DEMISE!!!"

Doma: "HEHEHEHHEHEHE TRY ME BITCH!!"

Kokushibo: "God dammit. You all need to seek mental help!!!"

[Sonny had his hand on the handle of the door. He wanted to get out. It was to claustrophobic for him to endure.. Urogi saw this, He had to do something or this situation will multiply.]

Urogi: "Sekido! Stop the truck now!!!"

Sekido: "WHY?!?!? WERE NOT EVEN THERE YET-"

Urogi: "JUST DO IT YOU PEASENT FOR MY FEATHERY ASS!!!!!"

Sekido: "....Your loud."

[Upon stopping the truck. The door became unlock, the child hurried outside. Gasping for air, letting his lungs inflate by the big crush.. He gasp out more air, filling it in for him. Everyone had their eyes on the child. They knew it wasn't a good idea to have him in the back.. Nor the front.. In the end.. They all agree that one simple idea can be proven useful. They all looked at Urogi.]

Urogi: "I know. I know. You all don't have to stare at me like that.. Lets go kiddo, About time you had some fresh air."

Sonny: "...Fly?"

[He watched the harpy sprouted his wings, Expanding them with one big stretch. The emotion of joy picked up the child. Holding him with his grip. He decided to give the others a challenge.]

Urogi: "Would this be fair for all of us.. To have a race. From here, to the seaside.. Whoever wins could have this."

[He grinned with delight. Pulling out a ticket to a concert that all have their hopes up. All eager to go... Urogi put the ticket back into his feathery pockets. Sticking his tongue out with such childish manners before him and Sonny took off towards the seaside. Leaving the others speechless and enraged.]

Muzan: ".....WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR. FULL SPEED AHEAD SEKIDO!!!!"

Sekido: "Uhhh.. One problem."

Muzan: "And what's that then?!?!?!"

[Sekido pointed at the fuel tank. The arrow was on E.. E for empty. Now Muzan realised his wrongdoings... The one thing he always does.. Yet he had forgotten about it on the day that everything was time rushing..]

Muzan: "Shit... I FORGOT TO FILL IT UP, ARGHHHH!!!"

Akaza: "Whelp.. I don't know about you guys but.. I'm dying for that ticket so... Looks like your on your own then."

Kokushibo: "AND WHERE DO YOU THINK YOUR GOING!?!?!"

Akaza: "Simple.. TO THE FREAKING BEACH!!!!"

[Upper moon three stomped the ground, creating a shockwave which flipped the trick to its side. Gyutaro and Daki hurried out, chasing after the basketball head. Kaigaku followed them aswell.]

Muzan: "MY TRUCK. MY TRUCK!!!! MY BABY!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. MWA MWA. DONT WORRY. PAPA WILL MAKE IT ALL BETTER. MWAH MWAH!!!!!"

Kokushibo: "... What the fuck."

Muzan: "DON'T LOOK AT ME. CANT YOU SEE THAT AKAZA THE ASSHOLE HAD COMPLETELY ABUSED MY TRUCK!!!! ITS... ITS USELESS NOW!!!"

Kokushibo: "I know but... Can you just not act like a cringe person. Its just a truck... It doesn't even have feelings!"

Muzan: "WELL. I TREAT MY TRUCK LIKE A WOMAN KOKOPUFFS!!!! AND YOU SHOULD TO!"

Kokushibo: "... I'm done talking to you..."

[Zohakuten grinded on his wooden dragon like a surfboard while drumming the 5 thunderous drums on his back. He saw the others running towards the sand. He rolled his eyes, not caring for anyone of them..]

Zohakuten: "You guys look hilarious when running."

Doma: "UGHHHHH!!!! MY LEGS ARE FULL OF JELLY. YOU FOOLS DONT REALISE THAT I CAN'T RUN THAT FAR!!!! MAKE IT FAIR FOR ME!!!"

Sekido: "MY ROBE IS DIRTY NOW. FUCK!!! KARAKU! BLAST US TO THE SEASIDE NOW!!!

Karaku: "OH DONT WORRY BIG BRO! ILL GIVE YOU A BOOST. READY?"

Sekido: "YES!"

Doma: "HURRY BEFORE THE GIRLS GET THERE BEFORE US!!!"

[Karaku pulls out his fan. Giving his friends a boost by waving it. They flew towards the sand in a record time. Crashing into Urogi a few minutes after placing Sonny down. The three rolled into the ocean, Urogi screeching once his wings were soak and Sekido screaming once his robe was fully damaged. Doma sunk into the waters. Presumably drowning.]

Doma: "HELP ME BAWGUWQGRUYEWGRYUAWYUGRFUYAGWYUREYUWRYUGGAUYUWERH!!!!!!!"

Urogi: "Gaaaahhh! You should have warn me that you were gonna bump into me like a flying out of control rag doll!!!"

Sekido: "OH SHUT IT BIRDY AND GIVE ME THAT TICKET!!!!"

Akaza: "Were here guys!!! The seaside!!"

Muzan: "About time. Now lemme go and set up the barbeque!"

Doma: "....Can I coo-"

Muzan: "NO!!!!!!!!!!!"

Akaza: "Hey Kokopuffs! Come over here!"

Kokushibo: "Nows not the time Akaza. I got something, important to do."

Akaza: "And what's that? Standing still and doing nothing.. Doesn't sound like a interesting hobby for my likings!"

Kaigaku: "Yeah. Come on Master, join us in the ocean!!"

Kokushibo: "I would rather not... I respectfully decline your offer.. I just don't like having my hair wet is all.."

Akaza: "Your hair??" *Chuckling*

Kokushibo: "YES! AND THAT DOESN'T MEAN THAT YOU ARE ALLOWED TO LAUGH AT ME OKAY!!!"

Akaza: "Oh alright... You be you Mister grump face!"

Kokushibo: "HEY, AKAZA WE ARE NOT STARTING THIS. GO SIT IN THE CORNER WITH YOUR WHITE CONE OF SHAME YOU CRETIN!!!!"

[Akaza was sent to the corner of shame.]

Kaigaku: "CANNON BALL!!!"

Daki: "MY HAIR. STOP IT YOU DWARFS!!"

Gyutaro: "GET SPLASHED YA DIMWIT!!"

Urogi: "And a 1. And a 2.... And a YEEETTTT!"

Aizetsu: "AHHHHHHHH!!!!!! TO HIGH BROTHER!!"

SPLASH

SPLASH!!

Sekido: "GOD DAMMIT UROGI! THIS ONE TIME I TOLD YOU THAT AIZETSU HAS A PHOBIA OF WATERS AND YET YOU IGNORED MY WARNINGS. NOW LOOK AT HIM.. CLINGING ONTO A TREE BRANCH LIKE A PUSSY!"

Urogi: "... Whoops."

[Kokushibo rolled his eyes. He sat down on the sand, meditating to ease his cool down. Like that would end long enough till something struck him in the eyes. To the point that he had struck a severe nerve in his system. He couldn't open his eyes.. Yet something was blocking him from doing so.. He could only guess one thing.]

Kokushibo: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH WHICH ONE OF YOU FUCK HEADS THREW SAND IN MY EYES.. MY.. 6 FUCKING. EYES.. IT HURTS MORE THAN TWO. JEEZ FUCKING CHRIST GAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!"

Akaza: *Innocent whistling*

Kokushibo: "AKAZA WAS THAT YOU. YOU NO GOOD FOR NOTHING BASKETBALL HEADED BRAT!!"

Akaza: "No... Yes.... Maybe..."

[Doma was sweeping the sand away from his space. Each sands gushed like a duststorm. Many folks weren't happy by it and some even threatened him.. Doma was having his usual strop on.]

Doma: *Sulking*

Zohakuten: "Whats got you all stroppy?"

Doma: "Muzana nanana wouldn't let me use the barbecue. It's like he doesn't trust me."

All the uppermoons: "Gee. I wonder why."

Muzan: "Why would I lend you my own barbecue. It was bad enough when Akaza literally killed my own truck. Now we won't get home cause of your fucking DESTRUCTIVE DEATH TECHNIQUE!!"

Akaza: "And about time you get a bigger truck. Me and the lads was suffocating by the claustrophobic in there!"

Urogi: "I guess I'm the one to blame for the claustrophobic.. Huh."

Karaku: "You could have just fly outside."

Urogi: "I was, but SOMEONE THOUGHT I WAS GONNA DITCH TODAY KIZUKI'S TRIP. ISNT THAT RIGHT. SEKIDO?!?!?!?"

Sekido: "I don't know what your talking about."

Urogi: "THE LAST TIME YOU ACCUSE ME OF DITCHING. YOU USE ME AS A PERSONAL KITE, YET YOU SHOULD HAVE JUST LET ME FOLLOW YA'LL. IM A FUCKING KARASU TENGU. A BIRD WITH WINGS, THAT COULD GIVE YOU AT LEAST SOME SPACE IN THE TRUCK WITHOUT YOU ALL COMPLAINING ABOUT IT, YOU DIDN'T THINK ABOUT THAT ONE. DID YOU?!"

Sekido: "Your tempting me to dunk your head in the sand and drown you in the waters. Cause I wouldn't hesitate in doing so."

Aizetsu: "Oh boy.. Here we go again.."

Gyutaro: "Ayo! Muzan, when's the barbecue done. I'm starving over here!"

Muzan: "It wont be done for about another few minutes. Just suck it up okay! You already got used to starvation!!"

Gyutaro: "BUT I'M REALLY FUCKING HUNGRY RIGHT NOW MUZAN!!! AND ALL YOUR DOING IS ROLLING A FEW TINY WHINY SASUAGES ON A GRILL. IT DOESN'T EVEN LOOKED COOKED!!"

Muzan: "WELL WHAT DO YOU EXPECT FROM A GUY WHO HAVN'T USED HIS BARBECUE FOR MONTHS!!!!"

Kokushibo: "Muzan got no humor. I got to give you credit for that Gyutaro.."

[Muzan took that as offensive and turned away from Kokushibo with disappointment in his eyes.]

Muzan: *Scoffs* "Well I never!"

[Gyokko and Zohakuten was busy making a large sandcastle. Zohakuten was gathering up the sands while Gyokko gathered up the clams and seashells. He was planning on using these precious relics as his own art project one day. Sonny came over with curiosity.. He never saw a pretty sandcastle as this one before.]

Zohakuten: "Hey Sonny, you wanna help us with our sound castle. We could use a really big help!!"

Sonny: "Sand....?"

Gyokko: "Mhm. Ever since we cant trust our friends with it.. Especially this one dude with blonde hair that drives me nuts."

Doma: "You talking to me?"

Gyokko: "... Well, Since your pretty much the only person here with blonde hair.. and have the Iq of a 14 year old... Yes.. And since your standing so close to my personal space. I would at least ask you to back off.. I got a restraining order and one stupid dumb move from you could land your fat ass in prison."

Doma: "Gyokko, There a 50/50 chance that it wont happen.. There's no policemen in hell.. If there would.. I wouldn't be the one who is going to jail."

Akaza: "Yeah sure.. Ask that to your followers that you betrayed because of your addiction to females.."

[Akaza spat some blood at doma in disgust.]

Doma: "That was my favorite vestments.. I use that for special occasions!!"

Akaza: "And whats that.. Telling your self to let it go?"

Doma: "No!! Its for my sunday ceremony I have with my cultists!!!"

Akaza: "Okay... Elsa Wannabe."

Zohakuten: "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!"

Doma: "You're really pushing me to my limits, Akaza."

Akaza: "Good. Cause I really want you to actually hate me instead of simping for me all the time."

Gyokko: "Can you guys go and fight somewhere else.. I got lots of work to do with my sandcastle-"

Zohakuten: "HOLD ON, "YOU'RE SANDCASTLE?!?!?" DONT YOU MEAN. "OUR" SANDCASTLE!!!!?!?!?"

Gyokko: "Well. At least I deserve some appreciation, After all I did the most work on making it!"

Zohakuten: "EXCUSE FUCKING ME!!! I WAS THE ONE WHO BROUGHT IN THE SANDS. NOT YOU!!!!"

Gyokko: "So. I did the most sculpting. You didnt do fuck all!"

Zohakuten: "GRRRRRRR Stop taking all the credit for our sandcastle!!"

[Sonny was feeling a bit scared when he heard the inner demon roars coming from uppermoon 4 and 5. Sonny carefully place a small flag on the castle, making it a big success.. Gyutaro was chasing Karaku around, His sickles unleashed as he was in thirst for some vengeance.]

Karaku: "GET OUT OF THE WAY YOU GUYS!!! RAMPAGING CABBAGE HEAD, COMING THROUGH!!!!"

Gyutaro: "STOP RUNNING AWAY YOU COWARD AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!"

Karaku: "IF I FIGHT YOU THEN THIS WAR WOULD END IN A BLOODBATH. AND BESIDES.. WE WERE MEANT TO HAVE A GOOD TIME AT THE SEASIDE!!!!"

Gyutaro: "Karaku, there was never a good time in seaside's with perverts glaring up at females boobs and asses.. AND YOUR ONE OF THEM!!!"

Karaku: "True. But what do you expect from me? I'm the emotion of pleasure. Isn't that what I do? Please myself in anyway possible.. Such high intention.. A sweet, caring funny guy who thrusts his foot in other people's stomachs.."

Kaigaku: "And your attractive to... Just saying."

[Karaku was flattered. He was becoming a bit flirty now to which cringed up Sekido to the point of him almost gagging on the floor.]

Karaku: "Why thank you... I can't appreciate myself on being the most handsome out of my brothers..~"

Sekido: "And the most annoying.... It infuriates me... But not as annoying than Urogi"

Urogi: "..... I resent that."

Aizetsu: "People like me more than you three... And I ain't kidding."

Sekido: "That's because they see you as a softie. Which INFURIATES ME!!!!"

[Aizetsu let out a sigh.. His brother was acting like his hot heading crust musty dusty rusty self again. This brought sadness to the sorrow demon's eyes, He really wanted Sekido to just. Calm down and enjoy the beach.. If that wasn't gonna happen. He would have to force him.]

Aizetsu: "Sekido. We need to talk.. Privately.."

Sekido: "Hu- Oh for fuck sake. Not again with your therapy lesson!!!"

[Sekido glared at everyone as he and Aizetsu went off to the nearby rocks. Aizetsu place his Jumonji Yari spear on the ground. He crossed his arms at his older brother.]

Aizetsu: "Sekido, Pal. We talked about this yesterday. You really got to control that anger inside of you.It's a bad habit that needs to stop!"

Sekido: "Tch. Tell that to everyone who is more angrier than me. At least I actually take meditation classes than these dumbo's"

Aizetsu: "Yes, I understand. But your pretty much striking every nerve in your body. You might go on a meltdown to which you cant control yourself. And it would hurt me and the bros a lot.. We worry about you Sekido. We really do."

Sekido: "So, Pranking me. Shoving me in the sea, and hugging me tightly shows that you and those two nuisance care?!?! BAH I WOULDN'T CARE LESS!!!"

Aizetsu: "Well! Have you even try to just relax and close your eyes.. The seaside is a good spot for you to just.. Take a nice big deep breath. Close your eyes and dream of something.. The splashing wave water could be a relaxing sound as you fall into a deep slumber, why not try that."

Sekido: "...Aizetsu.."

Aizetsu: "Yes Big bro.."

Sekido: ".....I really want to fucking slap you right now."

Aizetsu: "Well. If that wouldn't change your mind.. There's a special spa booth over there, It can help you and that poor back ache that you always complain about."

Sekido: "..... If that would get you to shut up. Then fine.."

Aizetsu: "I knew you had it in you bro. NOW GET OVER THERE AND ENJOY THAT FUCKING SPA OR I WILL DRAG YOU THERE MYSELF!!!!"

Sekido: "JEEZ CHRIST AIZETSU OKAY IM GOING HOLY FUCK!!!"

#demon slayer #karaku #aizetsu #sekido #urogi #kokushibo #akaza #upper moons #muzan kibutsuji #gyokko #zohakuten #kaigaku #gyutaro and daki #gyutaro #daki #douma #hantengu clones

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jadedpen · 3 years

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Welcomed with open arms

Sibling!Half phantom!GN!Reader x Sbi family (+ Tubbo)

Summary: You are stuck in the cold snow as a small toddler in a basket. As the snowstorm roared, Phantoms circle around you, letting out wails of woe and sorrow. Suddenly, you hear the flapping of big feathery wings and see the Phantoms fly away. You then see a mysterious man with a white and green striped hat and welcoming blue eyes.

For context: Wilbur and Techno are twins, the reader is the youngest of the family with Tubbo being 1 year older than Tommy. The twins are 11 years old, Tommy is 4 and Tubbo is 5.

TW: There is a small part in the beginning where the reader almost dies from hypothermia, so be mindful of that, please!

Also, don’t worry, this work will have multiple chapters, so stay tuned!

Sorry if this is kinda bad. This is my first time writing a reader fanfic.

Ao3 link here

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The bitter cold touched your skin as your breath came out slow and steady. Your fingertips glowed blue and your thin wings weren’t much help to warm you up. The basket you were placed in by your unknown parents barely kept you alive all these hours, the thin blanket wrapped around you.

Phantoms circled you, seeing you as one of their own. You could sense the distraught and worry in their cries and their wails. As they swooped down, they tried to pick up the basket that carried you, but to no avail. Your tiny toddler hands tried to reach out to them, wanting nothing more but to be carried somewhere where you won’t freeze in the storm. You let out small wails and cries, those very much akin to a Phantom, until you heard a caw.

One caw became ten, and suddenly there was a whole murder of them, so many that the amount started to block the storm. Some even tried to attack the phantoms, but they wouldn’t leave you alone. They’d rather die than let the crows have their way with you.

But, there came a large beating of wings. Ones way more than the huge murder swirling around you. As the beating wings died down, you could hear the thumps of footsteps coming towards you, and feel something or someone pick you up. The hands were the warmest thing you’ve ever felt, and your eyes met the mysterious person’s bright welcoming blue. The eyes could convey so much; uneasiness, pity, curiosity.

They wore a large hat, one that was green and white striped. Medium blond hair came out of the sides with a small braid in the front and little knickknacks hanging from the strange hat. Huge black wings stood behind them, making them seem larger than the storm from your view. Even though your vision was impaired from the cold, you could see a small bit of what they was wearing aside from their head; a green opened kimono with a black turtleneck and a strange red heart in the middle.

The person looked up at the phantoms, not noticing that their wails were of worry. They pulled out a bow and a sharp arrow, aiming it at the phantoms. You could tell that the person meant harm, and so you wailed at them to make them stop. The person looked at you, and then the phantoms. They finally noticed the roars of the Phantoms were wails and cries, meaning only woe. The person seemed to call to the crows, and the crows obeyed. Birds swooped down to the ground where you and the person were set, no longer focusing on the Phantoms.

The snowstorm got worse, cold even colder. It became harder and harder to breathe or keep your eyelids open. Eyes barely open, you could see the person holding you have panic in their eyes, looking up ahead and wings wide open. Your tiny hands clutched the cloth on their chest, trying to find even the slightest bit of warmth you could feel as the person held you and carried the basket in hand.

You felt the person run, and then take flight. Wind blew on your head as your eyes closed all the way, hearing the caws of crows seem to follow this mysterious person.

A few minutes later, you hear the storm dying down, becoming only a midnight breeze. The person carrying you descended down to the ground, walking towards something warm. Despite the storm now over, you couldn’t open your eyes, seeming to be iced shut.

A huge wave of warmth filled the air as the person opened the door to what you assumed to be their house. You heard childlike voices, 3 to be exact. You weren’t able to understand them, but you were happy to know that you weren’t the only person anymore.

“Who’s that?” A small voice said; you could feel their beady eyes staring at you. ”It’s a baby. I found them freezing in the cold. I’m happy I saved them; any longer and they might’ve been left to die. Poor thing.” The deeper voice came from above you, seeming to come from the person who saved you. The person then sat on something soft and held you in their lap.

“Are you seriously considering adopting another sibling? We already have to deal with Tommy-” “HEY!” Two voices argued, one being slightly deeper and older but still young, and the other being loud and boisterous, being the same small voice you first heard.

“Both of you shut up. Who cares if we have another sibling, this ones adorable.” A separate voice spoke up, setting a warm hand on your tiny toddler one. You lightly grabbed the person’s bigger hands, warming your seemingly frozen hand even more.

“So… do we have a new sibling now?” “Seems like it.” The two older voices continued, “Well, I just hope they don’t turn out like Tommy- “GOD DAMMIT TECHNO-“ Loud arguing could be heard while you continued to hold the mysterious boy’s hand. Opposite to the loudness, the mysterious man from before spoke, “Would you like to hold them Wil?”

You assumed he nodded his head as the striped hat man handed you to ‘Wil’. The boy held you in his arms while the striped hat man softly caressed your head lovingly. You climbed onto the Wil’s sweater, burying your face into the soft material.

“Boys, could you stop arguing before you upset the baby.” “But Techno is being a bitch!” “Tommy! Where did you hear that word?” “Nowhere!” “Shut up Tommy. Before you cause Phil to finally get those hearing aids.”

The three continue bickering while you and Wil just vibe with Wil patting your head and you snuggling into his warmth. After a few minutes of arguing, they finally calm down and crowd around you.

“Alright. I’m going to go and fix up some proper clothes for them. In the meantime, try not to make the child cry, okay?” The striped hat man said, walking out of the room.

You could feel their eyes on you, with Wil still patting your head while a hand held yours. You slowly opened your eyes for the first time in the house and finally saw your new family.

The boy named Wil had curly brown hair with bangs to right of his face, pointed ears, and brown eyes; big round glasses adorned his face and a red beanie upon his head, with a big yellow sweater. The person holding your hand looked almost exactly like him. His hair was the same as Wil’s, though it was to the right, with square glasses and the same pointed ears, with his sweater being pink. A small tusk grew out of each of their mouths, being on opposite sides.,

Wilbur swooned to you, “Hi there. I’m Wilbur.”, smiling at you with a big smile. “This here is my twin, Technoblade, but just call him Techno or Tech.” He looked over to said twin, with Techno staring at you and then patting your head.

The smaller one, who had blonde hair and blue eyes wearing a white shirt with the sleeves being red, looked just as boisterous and loud as he acted. He looked at you curiously as you turned your head to look at him, and to your surprise started poking you in the cheek rather annoyingly with you groaning out of annoyance and snuggling up to Wilbur.

“Tommy, stop poking them you’re gonna make them hate you.” “Shut it Wil, you know I will be the favorite brother. Better than you or Techno or even Tubbo.”

Speaking of the devil, the one you assumed was ‘Tubbo’, due to his name only now being said and the rest having said their names, walked down the creaky stairs; a blanket over his shoulders. The boy had messy brown hair and goat pupils in his blue eyes.

Tubbo walked towards the couch, rubbing his eyes in tiredness. “Phil told me that we apparently have a new sibling.” He walked towards you and sat in front of Wilbur, staring into your (e/c) eyes. “What’s their name? Have you guys even figured out a name?” “I think we should wait until Phil gets back. We don’t want Tommy to try and name them ‘Big Man’.” Saying this, Techno squeezes your hand. “But anyway, I had this super weird dream-“

As Tubbo started ranting about various dreams he’s had over the week, Wilbur nudges Techno and hands you to him. Reluctantly, Techno holds you, with you snuggling into his sweater, which was made of the same material as Wilbur’s.

A few minutes pass and Tubbo is still talking about his dreams when Phil comes in. “Alright. I’ve set up a room for the little one. Considering they seem to be half Phantom, there aren’t any windows since I don’t know if they are affected by the sun or not.”

“Great. Speaking of, what are we going to name them?” “I say we name them Big Man!” “That’s a horrible idea Tommy!” Wilbur and Tommy continue to argue while Phil, Techno, and Tubbo all crowd around you on the couch. “So… what should we name them?” Tubbo started. “Well, what about something nice? Something… simple but fitting.” Tubbo and Phil listed off possible names, seeing if anything would stick.

“What about… y/n?” The rest of the family looked at Techno, the person who suggested the name. “Y/n?” Wilbur stated, thinking over the name. “Y/n. A lovely name.” Phil smiled, looking at you.

“Welcome to the family, Y/n.”

#Reader x Sbi #sbi x y/n #sbi x reader #gender neutral y/n #dadza #dadza x reader #WWOP

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epickendall · 2 years

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Halfa-Demon? part 3

On a warm day at a hotel resort in Atlanta Georgia, Danny and the I.M.P. crew were on the roof right across from the hotel. Moxxie was in a sniper position with a high-power rifle looking through the scope at a penthouse window while the others were standing around.

"Fuck where is that dipshit of a target?" said Blitzo

"Well he is country stars I'm sure busy country music stuff," said Danny making a snowball

"Or fucking a groupie," said Millie

"He could be doing both for all I care but why it taking so long," said Blitzo

"Have patience sir I'm sure he'll come back to his penthouse," said Moxxie

"Shit I need something to do," Blitzo thinks for a moment and comes up with an idea "do you guys remember the day Danny dropped in our lives." Blitzo comes to Danny put his arm around his shoulder

"I sure do it was most exciting part of a boring day," said Millie

"Yeah how could I not forget that day," said Danny

"Ah I remember like it was yesterday," said Blitzo

Three months ago

Danny was in his parents' lab. Looking around the lab he comes across his parents' failed ghost portal.

"I seriously wonder why they think it could work?" Danny thought, then he looked at a grey and black jumpsuit on top of a table "hm maybe I should check it out."

Danny puts on the jumpsuit and enters the portal. At the same time, the I.M.P. arrives at their office after a successful job with no hiccups making it an odd day.

"Huh I didn't think we could actually pull that stunt off?" said Moxxie

"Because you have no faith in my plan," said Blitzo

"Plan we just broke into our target home and shot him up while in she's on the toilet,"

"Who would complain about an easy kill."

"So what do we do now, Blitz?" said Millie

"I think we will have a few drinks and have a good time."

"Um sir the portal," Moxie points at the still-open portal

"Don't worry your small brain Moxxie I got this."

Back to Danny, he explored the ghost portal seeing the wires and frames until he reached the end. When Danny accidentally presses the ON button inside the portal simultaneously, Blitzo closes his portal. The two portals collide, and inside the ghost portal, Danny feels the worst pain imaginable, and everything flashes around him until he blacks out. Back to Blitzo as the portal closes, an imp in a ruined jumpsuit, leaving the other demon speechless.

"Da fuck?" said Blitzo

Millie and Moxxie go up to the imp and turn over to see he's passed out, and Millie feels a pulse in the imp's neck.

"Well at least he's alive," said Millie

"Good because I want some fucking answer," said Blitzo

"We could call the prince," said Moxxie

"No, we can do this without that feathery ass prince."

Then Loona gets out of the elevator with a bottle of whiskey and sees the imp and everyone standing around him.

"Alright, what the fuck is going on?' said Loona

"We have no idea but we're gonna find out," said Blitzo

….

Danny wakes up to see that he is roped to a chair in a barely lit room. He sees that his skin is red, and his jumpsuit is ruined.

"What in the world," Danny thought.

Before he could think any further, he heard the door open behind him and heard someone walking toward him and the person turned Danny and Danny to see it was Blitzo.

"Alright whoever the fuck you are I got questions you better answer them or going eat lead," said Blitzo

"What are you?" said Danny

"I'm a sexy beast that's what I am. Now who are you and how the fuck get into my portal."

"Look I have no idea what's going on mister I don't know where I am."

"You're in hell dumbass."

"Hell?"

"Yeah, you got brain damage or something."

"There's no way I can be hell then you gotta be a demon."

"You demon too dumbass fuck me you making this interrogation less fun than I'm imagine."

"No I'm not a demon , I'm a human."

"Dammit this is going nowhere." Blitzo pull his phone and switch the camera to show Danny he is, in fact, a demon

"No it can't be, how is this possible?" Danny started to freak out suddenly. His hands started to freeze the rope and break out of it.

"Okay that's new," Bltizo thought.

Danny looked at the white and blue glow around his hand then ice came out of the freezing parts of the room.

"Stop turning my storage into frosty fucking wonderland asshole," said Blitzo

From everything all around him, Danny passes out. The door opens Moxxie, Luna, and Millie see pass out Danny, ice-covered room, and Blitzo is pissed.

"Blitzo the fuck did you do?" said Loona

"I didn't do anything the pass out asshole freak out and shoot ice from his hand," said Blitzo

"Can Imp even do that?"

"No they can not Loona," said Millie

Then Danny changes from a demon to a human in front of the I.M.P. crew.

"Or that either," said Millie

"What the fuck is this guy?" said Blitzo

"Maybe we should ask him when he wakes up," said Moxxie

"Sure then you get the chains."

...

Danny wakes up hoping that he's in his room and everything he experienced was just a nightmare, but he was proved wrong when he saw that he was chained to another chair in the conference room with the same demon, two more demons, and a wolf girl.

"This for real," Danny thought.

Blitzo notice that Danny wake "good your wake now let's try this again without fucking freezing anymore of my room."

Moxxie tries a calm and reasonable approach to Danny "do you have a name?"

Danny responds, "D-Danny Fenton."

"So Danny, what do you remember?"

"I remember getting my parents' ghost portal.."

Loona interrupts Danny, "hold up ghost portal?"

"My parents ate ghost hunters."

"Okay I'll laugh at that and ask more about your parents later keep going with your story," said Blitzo

"Then I press something and end up in.."

"Hell."

"Yes hell."

"That about the same time when you close the portal Blitz," said Millie

"So am I dead?" said Danny

"No, you're alive sweetie."

"Then why am I in hell then?" Danny changes into the demon form "what's happening to me?"

"I think from what I gather when your parents' portal turn on you and Blitz closes his portal you enter you must have gotten some demon D.N.A. in you," said Moxxie

"Moxxie that is the dumbest thing I ever heard from your smooth brain ass," said Blitzo

Moxxie put his hands on his hip. "And what is your theory then sir?"

Blitzo thinks his theory for a moment but couldn't come up with one that's better than Moxxie's theory "fuck it let's go with the demon D.N.A. then."

"So he's half demon and half human now, so like Halfa-Demon?" said Loona. She thinks about it then says, "that's sound fucking lame."

"Okay what about my ice power?" said Danny

"That I have no answer for." said Moxxie

"Look, can you guys take me back home? I won't say anything about this."

"Yeah even if we do, how are you going to tell them about your turning into a demon dork," said Loona.

Danny realizes the wolf girl has a point "dammit."

Then an idea pops into Blitzo's head, and he tells Danny, "how about this Donny…."

"It's Danny," Danny corrects Blitzo.

"Whatever, we'll help you get back home and control your new demon powers if you do one thing for me?"

"What's that?"

"You work for my company."

"Your company?"

"Yeah it's a start-up company and I could use someone like you beside you'll have fucking hard time getting back to earth without us, so what did you say?"

"It's not like I have no other choice," Danny thought, then answered Blitzo, "I'll work with you."

"Great, we got a new member of our crew guys."

"What did I get myself into?"

….

Back in the present

"Ah fun memories," said Blitzo

"Yeah fun memories of tricking me to work for your assassin company," said Danny crossing his arm.

"Yeah but you're getting better with your demon powers."

"And you wouldn't come close with us Danny," said Millie

Danny sighs, uncrossing his arm."I guess."

Moxxi fired off a shot, "and the target is dead."

"Fuck why didn't you hold off I wanted take a picture of the bastard," said Blitzo

"Sorry sir he was about to leave again,"

"Okay well team time to head back home." Blitzo makes a portal, and everyone goes in, leaving the murder scene

#danny phantom #helluva boss

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