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hannieehaee · 5 months

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jeonghan being a menace to his gf, pls pls pls I'm on my knees 🛐🛐🛐

18+ / mdi

content: softdom!jeonghan, established relationship, sub reader, jeonghan's a little shit basically, smut, fingering, edging, afab reader, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 1346

a/n: thank u sm for requesting this! this is my favorite subject

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"h-hannie ... please ..."

"shh, angel. it's okay"

"no, please ... please!"

"i said quiet, baby. dont make me repeat myself," he tsk'd at you, continuing the slow movements of his fingers against your clit.

it had now been over an hour since your boyfriend had decided to make your life hell. for someone who got called an angel by the masses, he could be very mean. specially to you.

you had been completely unsuspecting, simply having woken up next to your boyfriend a bit over an hour ago. as soon as you'd woken up, you had felt a mass against you, which you quickly deduced to be your boyfriend pressed up against you. you couldn't help yourself. you knew he'd punish you for it, but you were half-asleep and you weren't thinking right, so you began to grind your ass against him. it was a not really innocent act. you hadn't meant much by it other than to further feel him against you. but jeonghan didn't take it that way.

jeonghan had woken up, the heat of your almost bare lower half grinding against him. in the morning of all times, when he felt the most sensitive. he had felt like you were teasing him, which was strictly not allowed. he was the only one with that privilege in the relationship. you had both acknowledged it to be unfair, but neither of you minded, enjoying what came attached to your dynamic.

he gave you a few minutes to have your fun, drinking in your mewls of pleasure as you felt him harden even more against you. but soon enough he had had his fill, now wanting more. with all his strength, he wrapped his arms around you, halting your movements as he crept closer to your ear, breathing against it before speaking up.

"gonna be bad today, baby? didn't even try to be good at all, huh?," that was when he trapped you, twisting you to his liking and making you face him as he snuck his fingers down, down, oh, right there.

you immediately whined at his actions. he knew exactly how to move and how much pressure to apply to your most sensitive areas. he began by drawing soft circles on your clit, making you hold onto his arm as you begged him to touch you properly.

"i'm touching you properly. are you saying i don't know how to touch you, angel? should i stop?"

"no!," you'd cried. you'd take whatever he gave you, no matter if it was so little.

that's how you ended up in your current predicament. on hour later, in the same spot, with no proper pleasure to show for your worn out state. he had been toying with your sensitive bud for a whole hour, occasionally allowing his fingers inside you before pulling them out right before you reached your end. he took you all the way to the gates of heaven just to pull you back under before you could go all the way up. he was cruel, like that. his other hand occupied itself on your tits, softly rubbing at your nipples as you threw your head back. there was nothing you wanted mote than for him to use his fingers to their full potential; pulling at your nipples with one hand while the other scissored in and out of you. but this was jeonghan you were talking about. he needed to make a torturous show out of it.

"hannie ... please. i'm begging you! wa-want -oh!"

he had finally decided to take some mercy on you, moving his fingers at a speed he hadn't reached since he first started touching you. you wanted to whine and beg for more, but you knew it was dangerous territory. one wrong move and jeonghan would take it all away.

he must have read your mind, as the next thing he said pertained to your sudden silence (sans a few muffled mewls), "what? not gonna make noise for me, angel? nothing for me? what do i get out of playing with this pretty pussy if i can't even hear my angel cry for me?," he was about to stop, just when you went on a limb and grabbed onto his wrist, using all your strength from preventing his fingers from leaving you.

"oh? my baby's gonna be bad? okay, angel. i'll allow it. already misbehaved so much today anyway. you must want it really bad, huh?"

you nodded frantically as his face neared yours, breath against your mouth as he looked down to you.

"god. my gorgeous angel. you're so beautiful. did you know? huh? have any idea what a pretty thing you are?"

he knew his words did nothing but drive you closer to the edge, only making your cries for him louder as you were at the brink of it.

"that's it, angel. cum for me. let me see that pretty face you make- ah! that's the one. so pretty," he mockingly gasped at your orgasmic expression, bringing up his hand from playing with your tit to wipe at a lone tear escaping your eye.

he gave you a few seconds to catch your breath before he began to crawl over you, yanking off your soaked panties as he pulled his own sweats just below his ass. he grabbed his cock, rubbing it a bit before grabbing at the end of it and positioning just against your cunt. then he got even meaner.

with his angry tip, he rubbed his cock against the your swollen clit, drawing light circles on it as you gasped and writhed at the feeling. the filthiness of the act made your eyes roll back, loving the feeling of his hard length rubbing against your abused clit. you had been sensitive for over an hour, only gaining even more sensitivity after the intensely awaited orgasm he had just given you. the feeling of his cock giving you such light stimulation made you throw your head back.

"oh, angel. you're so sensitive for me, aren't you? my beautiful angel. just a simple touch and you're already in the clouds, huh, angel? love how responsive you are."

he must've gotten frustrated a few moments later, deciding to plunge in with no warning. the sudden intrusion made you gasp, digging your hands on his back as he began to fuck you at a fast pace, leaving behind the softness of his previous touches.

"gonna make you cum, okay angel? need you to strangle my dick with that pretty cunt, yeah? gonna fill you up."

he knew there was nothing you loved more than when he came inside you. he was just as addicted to the feeling, but would sometimes go as far as depriving you of it just to tease you. he always put his ability to make you beg for him over his own pleasure. he thrived off of your cries for him.

"hannie! please! come in me. need y-you to! please .."

"it doesn't seem like i'll have an option either way, angel. you're squeezing me too tight. can't even m-move anymore," he panted against you, increasing his pace by the second. he was on the verge, as were you.

only a few moments later and he was filling you up, with your own orgasm following close. once you had caught your breaths, jeonghan finally lowered his face down to yours, kissing softly into your mouth. except it never stopped just there. jeonghan knew how obsessed with kissing him you were, so he always had to pull at all stops. there was nothing he loved more than your cries for him, after all.

he sensually licked into your mouth, instructing you to stick out your tongue for him. his tongue took yours, licking and sucking at it in such a nasty way that had your eyes rolling back. he pulled away soon after, chuckling against your mouth at the way your lips followed after his.

"gotta stop rewarding you for being bad. i'm creating a brat," he knew it wasn't true, but he simply just lived to tease you.

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kana-de · 7 months

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★ summary: scaramouche x fatui!fem!reader. you lost some important documents, and now he's giving you a punishment.

☆ cw: nsfw(?). drabble. this is either nsfw or really, really suggestive. spanking. mention of reader wearing a skirt. scara's a bit rough. idk what else to write, there's not much of anything else. 717 words.

"speak." scaramouche's stern voice can be heard behind you.

you don't think you're able to talk right now.

you're settled ass up and bent over his knees, your skirt slid down to your ankles, your lacy panties still on - as if upon seeing the garment he decided that he'll keep it on for his advantage. your flushed face was hidden in the crook of your folded hands that rested on the bedhseets. you didn't have the strength to look back at him even once.

"i thought i said something." scaramouche spoke again, firmly spanking your red buttcheek once more - is this... fifth ot sixth time? you forgot to even count. you barely hold back a mewling gasp from the sharp pain that muffles by your position.

you knew your mistake, you know you did something wrong, and this was the punishment.

a perfect punishment, in fact. but an embarrassing one.

"i-i'm sorry!..." you mutter, head slightly tilting to the side for him to, at least, be able to hear you. "you know i really a- ah!.."

"i've heard that already." he hisses, his palm hitting another one of your asscheeks yet again to shut you up, hearing another small yelp that you couldn't hold back in time, his palm now rubbing the skin he had just hit. to prepare you for more or to comfort you - you couldn't know exactly. "didn't you say you'd be more responsible?"

"i- i did, but it was-"

"no buts." he cuts you off, and another skin slapping sound is heard as he speaks. you whine, starting to writhe, but his other hand grabs you under your belly and steadies your hip with a frim grip on it.

your face buries even more in the crook of your hands as you understand just how damp is the cloth of your panties. embarrassing.

"i only asked you to deliver some documents to pantalone. it's been two days. where are the documents, [name]?" he pronounces every word in a serious tone and with pauses, emphasizing every and each one.

he frowns when you don't reply.

"i. slap can't. slap hear. slap you. slap." scaramouche smacks your buttcheeks one by one, one spank after each word.

oh, how scara loves seeing the pink and irritated flesh on your ass go ripple after each time his palm spanks you. and gods he loves hearing your cute little mewls, whimpers and yelps every times he smacks your sensitive skin. and he doesn't even try to deny that now that he thinks about it, it's not a punishment anymore - he's doing all of this just for your reactions. and he damn well knows from the damp cloth of your panties you're enjoying this too, a little too much.

"i- i lost them, okay?!.. i just lost them!..." you raise your high-pitched voice a bit for him to be able to hear you properly, your head doesn't move from its position, your flushed face remains hidden in your hands and hair.

scaramouche goes silent. this is when you tense up.

"...repeat yourself." he says after a small pause, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. his palm laid flat on one of your rosy buttcheeks, as if warning you. you swallow.

"i... i lost the documents.." you mumble, now a bit more quietly. "l-look, they might be somewhere in my drawe- aah-!..mmn-"

"you little minx," he growls, grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking your head back to see your face. you yelp, hands coming to grab the bedsheets to keep steady, eyes focused on him, lips slightly parted. "i thought we've already talked about that, [name]."

"i know, i know, i-i'm sorry, scara!.." you say, eyebrows knit together in a sympathetic look. he knows damn well you absolutely love it when he pulls on your hair, so he tugs on your hair once more, making you face him and let out a small, shaky whimper.

"a simple "sorry" won't do it, and you know it." scaramouche leans in, lips hovering dangerously close to your ear, sending shivers down your spine immediately. he slaps his palm across your buttcheek again, reminding you who's in charge here.

"i hope those pretty lips of yours still remember how to beg properly, because you'll definitely need that knowledge right now."

#scaramouche genshin impact #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut #wanderer x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer x you #kunikuzushi x you #genshin x you #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin smut #wanderer smut #kunikuzushi smut #genshin impact smut

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gauloiseblue · 2 months

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TF141 + König | sensory deprived sex

[+18 | Adult Content MDNI]

You told your partner that you wanted to try something new, and that involves him being tied up, blindfolded, and keeping their ears covered. They'd be on the receiving end, and you'd be in control of the situation. At least, that's what the initial plan was.

Price

He, of course, would laugh at the idea first, but agreed to it later on

But he will find a way to negotiate one or two things, and that ends up with you riding on his face

He'd still have the blindfold, handcuffs, and earplugs on, but those wouldn't stop him from knowing how much he draws reactions from you

He won't hesitate to start off with a rougher pace, as he sucks, licks, and presses his tongue against your clit without missing a beat

In the end, he pulls out several orgasms from you, just by his mouth

"Luv." He said as he kissed the side of your thigh, "Sit on my lap now so I can fuck you properly, a'right?"

Gaz

He'd jokingly agree with you, but in his mind, he's actually nervous about it

The thing is, he's a vanilla guy, and while he can go for rounds, the kinkiest thing he ever done with you is choking (that is, if you can call wrapping his hand around your throat in loose grip as choking)

Still, he wants to give it a try. He can't resist a good challenge

He'd feel a little disoriented when you first put the earmuffs and blindfold on him, but he'd follow your command as he lays down on the bed

When you sink yourself down on him, he hisses at the newfound sensation. It's like his sensitivity has increased by tenfold

While it's fun to treat him to a new experience, the sex is pretty much the same, but with extra step

But if you release him from his bind and earmuffs, you're in for a wild ride <3

Ghost

It'd take several pleas and persuasions to get him on board with it

And when he's in, he's not holding back. He warned you that, but you didn't take it too seriously. After all, you'd be the one who has control over him

Everything would go smoothly as you planned if you had brought stronger cuffs

So when you tease him with a languid pace, purposely edging him several times, he decides that he had enough

You didn't even realize when he broke the chain and flipped you over with his now free hands

He doesn't let you process what just happens as he snaps his hips against yours repeatedly, making it hard for you to form any words with your lips

His pace would be brutal and unforgiving, as he drilled himself into you without a break

At the end of the session, you'd be thoroughly filled and sore. With two sets of bruises on each side of your waist

Soap

One thing that you know about him, is that he's always up for a challenge

You wanna know if he can still make you cum without seeing or hearing it from you? Why the fuck not?

Since you don't have a pair of cuffs, you settle with a long piece of cloth. And that's honestly a mistake

You know that he's athletic, and capable of knocking people down with his hands tied up, so you shouldn't be surprised when your position is flipped

One moment, you were riding him, yet the next second, you're under him, with his legs supporting yours in a mating press

"Sorry lass, ya won't cum at that speed." He'd grin, before thrusting himself into you

You'd be lying if you say he's wrong

König

Picture this; he's fucking you against the table with his hand tied behind his body, that's it folks, that's the prompt

Just like Ghost, it'd take a lot of convincing before he agrees to do it

But since he's bitchy about the arrangement, you decide to put a gag on him as well

You sat him on the chair, before you sank into his lap, cockwarming him as you do the paperwork

He's quiet for the first 5 minutes, but after that, he'd bounce you on his lap to get any friction. You dig your nails on his thigh as a warning, and he groans in displeasure

You almost reach the 30-minute mark before he suddenly growls in your ear and gets up

The sheer strength he possesses knocks you down as he presses his body against you, effectively stopping you from running away

With your body trapped between him and the table, you are completely at his mercy

#cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod x reader #tf 141 x reader #john price x reader #ghost x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #konig x reader #no thoughts head empty #just cod men

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shuhwaa · 5 months

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Momo | Strength kink [M]

Kinkmas 2023 - Day 5 Twice Momo x fem!reader words: ~700 genre: smut (dom!Momo, they discover that reader has a strength kink, fingering, praise (reader receiving)) warnings: none

It's the moment your girlfriend puts an end to your teasing by flipping your positions around and pinning you against the bed that you realize she's reached her limit. You've been in the mood today, so ever since Momo had come home that night, you were all over her, but whenever she tried to kiss you or touch you, you would escape her by a hair's breadth. And it's not that she didn't catch onto what you were doing, it's just that she's been nice enough to let you have some fun - until now, that is.

Trying to free yourself of her hold you have to quickly come to the conclusion that she's still stronger than you, and you should admit defeat, but the way your current position is only making you more excited makes you want to keep struggling. Even if it's just to serve as proof of your power difference.

"Played around enough?" she questions, raising an eyebrow at you. The way she's looking down at you now makes you gulp, and you instinctively press your thighs closer together. And of course your girlfriend notices your reaction, so she teases you, "Don't tell me you like the position you're in?"

"I-" you attempt to reply, but you're not sure how. Either way you know that the answer is obvious to her, still she keeps prying.

"You?"

"M-maybe..." you eventually say, without looking her in the eye. Still you don't fail to catch the smile on her lips before she leans in, and when her teeth graze your neck, you let out a moan, immediately feeling yourself melting against her touch.

"You do like it, don't you?" Momo whispers as her lips trail kisses down to your collarbone, and she lets go of one of your wrists to slip her hand underneath your shirt. You throw your head back when she finds your chest, starting to tease you there, and when she comes up to see that you're not even thinking about stopping her, she praises you.

"Good girl." Retrieving her hand from under your shirt, she now cups your face, running her thumb along your lips before leaning in. "I really wanna make a mess of you right now," she mutters before kissing you. Taking her time to deepen the kiss, she only parts from you once she's completely taken your breath away. "Don't move," she orders, and then she sits up so she could properly watch your reactions as she slips her hand underneath your pants. You whimper when you feel her dragging her finger up and down your folds, and you clench your hands into fists, but you stay in your position just as she has asked.

"Such a good girl," Momo whispers, her hungry gaze glued to you, and when she begins drawing circles onto your clit, you can't but whine at the friction. Bucking your hips up into her hand, she's quick to push your hips back down, shooting you a strict look.

"I said don't move," she reminds you, watching in amusement as you apologize to her.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again," you mutter. "I'll be a good girl..."

"Good," she answers, dipping her finger inside you, causing another moan to fall from your lips. "So wet just from that, huh?" she teases you. "That's cute." Pushing in another finger with ease, she watches with great interest how you react to her slowly fingering you. You're whining and throwing your head to the side, but at the same time you're making sure not to move your arms from the spot she had put them. And then she starts letting her thumb draw shapes onto your clit while curling her fingers inside you faster, and you can feel yourself racing towards your high. As if she was mesmerized by the image unfolding before her, she doesn't take her eyes off you for a single second, and then eventually your orgasm hits you. Digging your nails into your palms, you feel yourself clenching around her digits violently as you moan her name over and over again, and as you're finally coming down from your high, she leans in to place a gentle kiss onto your forehead.

"That's my good girl..." she mutters. "Makes me want to keep going..."

#twice smut #twice x reader #momo smut #momo x reader #momo x fem reader #twice x fem reader #twice scenarios #twice drabbles #gg smut #girl group smut #girl group x fem reader #smut

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partycatty · 24 days

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kenshi takahashi > we should know better

warnings: smut :3 sneaky link type shit, possible ooc kenshi bc i know he's reserved but i couldn't get this idea out of my head

notes: i need him so BAYD. hot take, kenshi's hotter than johnny but johnny has a more appealing personality LOL

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• kenshi knew better, he knew so much better than to indulge in the sweet little vice you were.

• he was quiet, you were quieter. kung lao and raiden had each other and fengjian, johnny had his fans, and kenshi had a corrupt family ensnared in dangerous practices. for the most part, he was on his own... and for the first time in a long time, there was someone who knew what that was like.

• kenshi expected to think low of the other chosen earthrealmers, not too worried about the competition given his skills and history. but you... you had some bite to you, and kenshi would often find himself aching to the thought of your strength and resilience.

• with a trained ear and shielded eyes courtesy of his forearm, kenshi would slowly pump at his cock in the late hours, drool collecting in his mouth at the thought of you milking him or all he's worth with your soft, plump lips.

• that, or stretching your needy cunt so wide and slapping the tears away from your plush, rosy cheeks. low grunts slipped from his throat as he painted his palm, pathetically wishing to fill you with his cum and thrust it back into your pussy.

• nothing ever undid him like you before, had him so winded by the curves of your body that he'd start to fall behind on training or arrive at odd times from the loss of sleep. upon confrontation, he'd give a gruff rumble about sleeping in or any other pathetic excuse he could muster up with the stoicism he had left.

• just who the hell did you think you were? you had no right to distract kenshi the way you do, but it's not even like you're trying. he wants, no, needs to feel you, maybe then he'll be satiated and clear-headed.

• the day came where you hinted at your shared desires, throwing a flirty comment his way when you were out of earshot from the others. one knowing glance and the sway of your hips was all it took to have kenshi stand in your doorway, tongue heavy in his mouth as he awaits plunging it into your core. he can't find the words to express it, so he instead stands there and hopes you understand the shared intentions.

• you're at each other like animals, clawing away the orange robes and kissing so harshly your lips are properly wet when you pull away for air.

• as much as kenshi wants to take his time, his cock practically aches so hard it hurts in his pants, and grinding it against you isn't getting him where he needs to be.

• he's shy about his carnal desire, too afraid to make eye contact so he puts his palm pressing into your back to force an arch, sometimes even holding your head onto the sheets as he drills into you from behind. the way your ass bounces against his hips leaves him nearly cross-eyed, pleasing him beyond what he could do to himself.

• these become common occurrences, kenshi lumbering in your doorway with a heavy look about him. odd hours of the night became your favorite because you knew it was another night of so many orgasms you'd tunnel vision.

• you're absolutely addictive, making his jaw clench and arms cross tight against his body when he side-eyes you during training. if one of the boys even thinks about drawing your private attention, you're swept off into the gardens where you'll be fucked to tears, pussy molded perfectly to his cock and his cock only.

• it was the only time he'd ever call you his. he wouldn't be physically affectionate, not much anyway. he'd sleep through the night but disappear before morning, whether to avoid suspicion or avoid confrontation you couldn't decipher.

• as good as the dick was, you didn't want a situationship, you wanted more. kenshi was nearly impossible to read at times, scowling your way as if he wasn't tongue-fucking you the night prior. you want to ask him what his deal is, what you two are, but his presence is quite intimidating otherwise.

• liu kang speaks of the tournament, the thing that brought everyone here in the first place. as you exchange glances with the boys, you finally land on kenshi, brows knitted in concern. what was to come of you two ate away at you, and there was an underlying fear that once the tournament was over, you'd return home and he'd go back to japan. the so-called meaningless sex would claw away at you forever as you'd dream about what could've been.

• your mouth feels sewn shut, as much as you want to ask all the questions burning away at you, but kenshi just stares ahead, expression never faltering.

• he couldn't look at you, he couldn't bring himself to face the idea of losing you... but he didn't quite know how to escape the situation he built. would you even accept him for who he really is beyond the sex? was it really meaningless? kenshi wasn't sure if he wanted the answer.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat smut #kenshi takahashi smut #kenshi takahashi x reader #kenshi takahashi #is it obvious i watched brokeback mountain today #because that inspired me #marley writes ☆

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rmorde · 9 months

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To add another layer of tragedy to Geto's "Fall" is just how poorly SaShiSu communicated with each other post-Toji.

Before everything fell apart for them, SaShiSu are in harmony with one another:

Satoru is the impulsive loudmouth assuming anything and everything.

Suguru is the responsible caretaker silently analyzing everything.

Shoko is the unbiased, unflappable, and supportive observer.

They play each other off really well as seen in EP 1* Basketball Scene.

Satoru instigates trouble.

Suguru was ready to rein him in.

Shoko leaves them to hash it out themselves (and presumably heal their beaten asses later).

Their trio just works. They understand each other and react accordingly.

However, Suguru changed post-Toji. He went out of sync and neither Satoru nor Shoko noticed. Their dynamics here backfired.

Satoru is assumptious. As far as he was concerned, Suguru was okay because his image of him as his "equal" never shattered. Satoru assumed that Suguru is still keeping up with him - that they are still the Strongest together. He never noticed that Suguru is faltering because he was blind to it.

Shoko is reactive. She never really takes the initiative with Satoru and Suguru. She always leaves others to their own businesses and only comes in to help during the aftermath or when asked to without judgement. She may have noticed Suguru is struggling but waited for him do or say something about it first.

Suguru is a martyr. Being the "responsible one" meant he cannot be a bother to Satoru and Shoko. He would rather wrestle his own demons alone than show weakness to them because if he did, then what else is he? What would be his role in their relationship? So, he suffered in silence.

Suguru changed but he tried to maintain his old dynamic with his friends. Meanwhile, Satoru was too comfortable to notice the change and Shoko was too patient to adapt to it.

SaShiSu were rendered unable to communicate properly their needs and care for each other until they broke apart.

This is a problem which, frankly, I think still plagues Shoko and Satoru in the current time.

Shoko remains a steadfast and stalwart friend. She always has Satoru's back even if it was against the higher ups.

But she still waits for Satoru to reach out and ask for her first. She is still unable to take the initiative in their interactions. Hence, she felt like Satoru is not truly seeing her support.

Satoru is still an assumptious friend who respects and relies on Shoko's strength - as their resident doctor and his "rock". He likely never thought that Shoko needed his overt appreciation and reassurance of their relationship.

Shoko also trusts him. Satoru draws confidence from that. So he'd most assuredly wouldn't show any vulnerability to worry her even if he wants to. He didn't want to break her trust.

In short, SaShi are two emotionally constipated fools that are still communicating poorly with each other. What a pair of painfully mutually pining friends. They should be locked up somewhere together so they can hash things out between them.

I mean, look at these two. They walk so far apart from each other.

And yet, they are keeping up with each other's pace.

Just talk with each each other for real. Please 😭

#jujutsu kaisen #suguru geto #gojo satoru #ieri shoko #sashisu squad #sad sashisu hc #i swear sashisu squad played hot potato with a rented brain cell #but the brain cell slipped out of suguru's hands #so sashisu squad got stuck into fumbling around in their relationship

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jemandderkeinenusernamenfindet · 8 months

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Shattered under your skin l Azriel x reader

Part 2 of ???

Chapter Summary: You gather the pieces.

The sun has not yet risen but the darkness has yielded to a soft grey light. You were still slumped against the tree. Fingers mindlessly trailing over the bark you stare at nothing in particular. In the matter of one night your life had been uprooted. Betrayed, alone and cold you wonder how long until someone found you. Surely the inner circle was looking for you, alarmed either by Elain or Azriel. Everytime your gaze snagged on the mark on your wrist, a misty band climbing up your hand to your ringfinger, your tears come back. Your innitial panic attack had ebbed after a while, leaving you raw and empty.

Staggering to your feet you start walking. You had winnowed into a forrest, one you hadn't visited in years. Still, it was familiar. You had lived here once, before your life in the night court. Before Azriel. Before you had helped your best friend carry a dying blonde to the border. It's the same spot you stand at now. One foot in the night court, one in autumn.

"I didn't think that this would be the place we'd meet again." you'd known him there for hours. Eris had been watching from the distance, kept various creatures from approaching you while you took your time. You played his game.

"It's been a while." your voice betrayed your hours spend crying. Not that he hadn't been there for it. From the corner of your eye, you see him step forward until he was at your side. He didn't look at you but with a flick of his wrist you felt warmth wrap around you.

"What brings you back? That bat of yours bore you?"

"Apparently he's not my bat." At that, he turns his full attention to you. Eyebrows raised he waited for you to continue.

"Well I didn't expect that-"

You laugh dryly:"Yeah me either. Really ruined my night."

"What happened?"

By the time your tale is finished the tears were back and finally you threw yourself into Eris warm embrace. It's been years since you had spoken but somehow your friendship hadn't broken. He still smelled like smoke and cinnamon and safety. He drew you into his chest tightly, stroking your hair and waiting for you to tell him how to fix this.

But there was no fixing this. There will be an aching hole in your chest for the rest of your life. Because after this, how are you supposed to ever trust Azriel again? If he is capable of hurting you while loving you? No, you had been prepared to walk out on him the second you discovered the betrayal. You had held onto relationships before in your life and had only been hurt for it. So you hardened your heart, drawing strength from Eris embrace and set your shoulders.

"Thank you. I have to go back."

"You're going back to him?" Eris is understandably outraged, holding you a small distance away by your shoulders. He's barely been holding onto his temper for hours, planning misery and death for whoever hurt you. But you place your hands on his wrists soothingly.

"My life is in Velaris. I wont just run away." You hold his stare. Eris knows the look in your eyes. A slow smile forms on his lips. You are petty. You wont let Azriel off easy and disappear. No, you'd force him to look you in the eye and face what he did.

"Kick his ass properly or I'll have to." he says as a way of goodbye, kissing your hair and stepping back.

"I'll send you a letter with all the details." Your grin is still a little wrong, too heavy. But Eris eyes twinkle:"I'll hold you to that."

You step back into nightcourt territory and winnow to Verlaris.

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Till' death do us apart: Chapter 2.

Pairing: Angel Y/n x Alastor Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Warnings: Blood, violence, harsh language, the v's. Usage of she/her pronouns, bc the character identifies mostly as a woman.

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“Hell-born, Sinners, Ladies, Gentlemen, and whatever the fuck you are!” The crowd went wild, every single seat occupied. The lights came on, the referee advancing to the illuminated area, with the microphone in hand and a brilliant attitude.

“Here in our humble ring, I come to offer you an event that, if I say so myself, will be unforgettable. I have to show you fighters whose origin comes from Pentagram City, to the Ring of Sloth, and a last-minute addition, which I will leave for last as the pièce de resistance” hungry roars filled the place once again.

“The time has come, welcome to another night of blood, sweat and tears, please place your bets and remember that if your player loses, you can throw stones at her. May luck be on your side, and may the strength of her fists make you millionaires”.

“I hear this is your first clandestine fight, Ricky?”

“Yeah, I mean, in Greed, this type of things are very recurrent, never been to one myself till’ now, still, to think this isn’t managed by Mammon is crazy”

“Well, we have our own thing going on ‘ere”

“Seems like that, okay, so we begin with our first couple”

“Wanna know what makes my games unique?” his friend nods, sweating.

"Unlike normal boxing, hitting the back of the head or behind the head; kicking, either stepping on, or biting the opponent; holding, trapping or grabbing the opponent's arms, hips or neck are totally legal" he announced with a wicked smile.

“So, your players…”

“Either one of them surrenders and gets killed by the crowd, or they kill each other”

You could hear the screams of the crowd through the weak walls of the dressing room, that and how much the demons were beating each other in the ring. They were going very hard at each other, it seemed.

Bloodlust must’ve been the best show this hell-hole could offer, giving that the day before, there was already word around that a fallen angel was going to fight, naturally, sinners lost their minds for that kind of proposal, tickets sold out almost immediately.

“So doll-face, I need to ask ya' a favor” Jambo walked through the doors, dangling his cigarette around in his hand, “I need you to stall the fight, I know it’s a big opponent, but don´t knock him out so quickly, and maybe let him make you bleed a little” he blew a little smoke in your face, a distorted grin adding to his fat face, as he watched your face, no reaction whatsoever.

“A bigshot is here to watch” he smiled in return of your wit, taking a few steps back as he kept gloating about his efforts, but how much does it really takes to properly advertising bloodshed? “Exactly, a true money maker that sick fucker, so the more pain he sees the more he´ll invest, and you’ll get 20% of what he hands out, plus your wager” you nodded, not really caring how high was your cut, in your current state it was better to have a miserable pay than absolutely nothing.

You’ve spent a few days in intensive training, drawing punches to make it seem like you knew anything at all about boxing, was definitely different than waving your spear and oz around. Truth to be told, elegance and strength didn’t go well until Jambo saw you fight, it resembled a ballet, your body moving gracefully and quickly, while your fists could break the earth in two if you wanted to do so.

He loved that.

You took a deep breath, your fingers anxiously playing with the bandages covering your knuckles, they didn't let you wear the proper gloves, according to Jambo, to ensure the most damage to the recipient, however he agreed to the bandages and pads between the joints of your fingers, keeping thus, a certainty that due to an excess, whether due to adrenaline or the tension of the moment, there would be no easy way for you to break your own fingers.

“It’s time” a demoness broke the silence, you’ve been twenty minutes drifting, instead of warming up, “Thank you, wish me luck” you caught the smug smile she shot while watching you walk out of the room.

The bull-like demon awaited you on the contrary side of the squared circle, your breath caught in your throat, not because one good punch at you from his massive humanity could probably hurt a lot, no, that was a fact, but because you noticed Jambo making signals at you, his eyes looking up, making you search in the raging crowd above you, two demons highly dressed sitting in the golden section, the bigshots, you figured.

After the introductions were adjourned, the bell rang, the demon launched himself at you, fully forward hitting your chest with his elbow. You flew against the ropes, using then to propel yourself, a severe punch to the underside of his chin made him fall back against his back.

Mentally you had counted ten minutes, it was time to put an end to the constant violence, the bull took advantage of the second you took your eyes off of it to spit blood, to grab you by the neck and crash you to the ground, a dull sound accompanied your fall, it echoed through the room, a terrifyingly large crack manifesting beneath your head, shattering the floor of the ring.

Your vision clouded for a few seconds, the demon completely deforming, his figure ended up resembling a corrupted dislike of your brother Michael.

His sharp grin mocked you, “So many years of being the devil's defender. Millennia spent training, watching the world deteriorate, unable to do anything for his creations, simply leading them to their eternal punishment. How does that make you feel, Azrael? Are you letting a godless creature win? Are you really going to abandon everything you've fought for? Yourself, your brothers…” he laughed maniacally, your fists cracked due to your strength.

“Your beloved sinner husband?" he rolled his tongue in a sarcastic way on the word beloved, that is what made you lost it.

The demon saw your black eyes turn into a shiny gold color, the whites going completely black, the darkness taking you down into the deepest of the abyss. Your hands weren’t soft and white but black and sharp, breaking into his muscles, “H-Hey, the fuck are you doing!” the demon let your neck lose, air finally making its way into your lungs, giving you free range to let your voice go free in a guttural way, it made the bull shiver and start praying for his life, desperately pulling on his own skin trapped into your iron grasp.

Saying you saw red was an understatement, with a kick the demon broke free, his blood leaving a trail visible in your distorted vision, for you, he had a smirk and your wings in his hand, waving them in front of you while laughing.

“You…are unworthy of all love” you muttered for yourself, the bull looked around as the crowd demanded you to finish him, then his eyes landed on your darkened face, a cold feeling crawling up his spine. “Death, I beg you, spare my life” he cried, “Pathetic” you uttered, launching yourself at him, full speed, crashing your fist into his skull.

The dust from the already broken floor raised up, covering both of you, “Lay still, don’t move, or you’ll be dead for real” you whispered, canceling the nerves and spine of the demon under your heel.

As soon as the dust cleared everyone’s view, Jambo went ahead, taking the hand of the demon into his hands before cheering into the microphone, “He has no pulse, we have a winner!” he pulled your arm up, clearly happy with the result.

A rose fell on your face out of a sudden. The green stem laced with a black ribbon with three V’s embroidered. You couldn’t care less about it.

After the place was cleared, you found your way into the infirmary. There you found the demon, still froze in your work, which you set him free after a swift move of your fingers. His back rose up violently from the bed, his breathing intense and shaking.

“I am truly sorry” you said as soon as he calmed down a little, seeing that you weren’t angry anymore, “I…I have seen you before, right? when I was…alive”.

“Most likely” I would be lying if you told him you remembered every single soul you meet.

“You are Death, the exorcists sent their master to kill us now?” it didn't surprised you that humans like him had little grasp in the concept of death, they chose to believe in whatever makes them feel safer, but the truth was only one.

“I don’t cause the termination of a life, your kind, and time, does that, I merely am a collector. And the extermination was an unknown term for me, until a few days ago.” Sighing, he took your hand in his, “Figuring that out, caused my fall” he hummed in response to your words.

“Are you against it?” he asked, in complete disbelief.

“I think it is cruel enough making sinners spend the rest of their afterlife among people even worse, hunting each other, so that, on top of it, the best and most sensible solution that they came up with is even more blood, pain and fear, they treated sinners like a vermin that must be eliminated, that is not correct, that is not how heaven should keep things in control” your eyes glowed almost like in the ring, making the demon shiver.

Nonetheless, he caressed your face with a tenderness, that could be considered holy, “Thank you” he starte, “If you hadn’t, they would’ve...” you nodded, offering him a sweet smile, “You may not believe me, but it is truly the least I could do in such a conundrum, I am…glad I stopped when I did”, he laughed and agreed with you.

⚰️ 📻

“Hey doll, come ‘ere” Jambo called you as soon as he saw you coming out of the infirmary.

As you came closer, you noticed two demons in front of him, the air thickened more and more as you got closer.

“This are Vox and Valentino, our main patrons, Overlords of hell” the fancy suited man nodded, his head was rectangular and resembled a television, how odd. “Charmed” you lied, feeling the icks as the taller demon eyed you up and down with a smile on his face, and red drool coming down his chin.

“My, my, what a ravishing creature you are” he had four limbs, one of them grabbed your hand, harshly pulled you close, you mad the mistake od flinching at the touch of his golden claws againt the curve of your waist, his smile widening at it.

“How much you want for her?” Valentino asked, not taking his red gaze off of you, “Name your price, shitbag, we don’t have all day” he urged after getting no response.

“She’s one of my best fighters, there’s no way in hell I’m givin’ her away” being under contract with him gave him that upper hand, him thinking he owned your soul.

But how could you? When there was never a soul to begin with?

“Well that can be arranged” the moth pulled a pink gun, and without even blinking, the deafening sound lead to another, Jambo’s body collapsed, lifeless against the floor, “A real fallen Angel video, will make me rich”.

You made no attempt to move, one of his hands was dangerously close to the hem of your scars, if he touched them, you would probably have to clean his rests off the walls.

“No, thank you” the hand in your back crawled its way up to forcefully lift your chin up, “I don’t think you’re in position to refuse us, perra” another word for bitch, is that the best he could do?

After a few seconds of silence, your laughter echoed in the hall, “Go ahead, you two have not a single speck of dirt about me that I care being spread to the masses, not anyone that I care enough that could easily fall into your hands, and there is no amount of torture you can practice on me that will make me change my mind” you hissed at the incremental of his grasp on you, “So, gentleman, what card will you play against me now?” this time It was Valentino's time to laugh.

“You know~, I just remembered I like to play with my toys before sharing" he licked his lips with his long tongue, moaning in anticipation before finishing his sentence, his lips ghosting yours, "Can't wait to destroy you".

“I can already see the title of the film, 'Exorcist, divine punishment' first of two parts" you felt a sting on the back of your neck, then everything began to spin, dizziness took over you, losing strength, visibility,

"You can do better 'Tino" the TV man sassed, taking a strand of your hair into his claws, admiring how soft it was.

“Shut the fuck up Vox, see you on the other side, preciosa” he purred before you lost all senses.

It all fade to black.

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Shatter Me, Entry 2: The Reason I'm Here

''Shiny the recog! The story we continued to draw, shine light now! Wandering through time, a place where absurdity swirls. I had a blue and sad dream, the figure that was temporarily hidden. The meaning of this world is intertwined. I run through, hoping to meet up sometime, a view of the far, far future. Shiny the recog! When I wake up, the story that continues tomorrow! Grab it with these hands, the strength to believe will become a miracle! If it's the despair that resides in you, I'll cut through everything in my sight. The reason I'm here is because I want you to smile.''

– Recognize by MegaMan X DiVE

xXxXxXx

''Hey, Tails! Have you seen where the picnic blanket it?''

Tails looked up from the device he was working on, a bit surprised to see Sonic holding a picnic basket. ''Uh, sure… It's on the shelf, over there.''

''Thanks, little bro,'' Sonic replied, going over to the shelf and grabbing the blanket.

''You're going out for a picnic?'' Tails asked curiously.

''Yeah, with Shadow. I finally managed to find him and convince him to have a victory lunch since he had helped us save the Paradox Prism,'' Sonic replied, placing the blanket into the basket.

''I'm surprised that he agreed to it,'' Tails said.

''Well, what can I say? I'm quite persuasive when I want to be,'' Sonic replied, walking out of the workshop. ''Once again, thanks for the help Tails! You're the best!''

''Uh, huh, thanks, but…'' Tails sighed when he saw Sonic already speeding off. He hummed in thought, wondering what had happened to Sonic. Ever since they had saved the Paradox Prism, Sonic started to act weird… Well, perhaps ''weird'' wasn't the right word. Instead, he actually became more attentive, paying close attention to what others said before giving his own input. Not only that, but when it came to Tails, Sonic had started to praise him even for the most mundane stuff, reminding him how he would always be there for his little brother and to ask him if he ever felt bothered by something. While Sonic being a supportive big brother was welcome, Tails didn't understand what had triggered this change.

To add to it, Sonic would also keep running off to find Shadow, noting how he needs to thank him properly for his help and talking about how he was glad to have Shadow around. While Tails agreed that it was good that Shadow helped them to save the Paradox Prism, he wasn't really sure why Sonic made such a big deal out of it. He tried to ask Sonic about it, but the azure hedgehog had already ran off to his next adventure.

''I guess I'll ask him next time he stops by,'' Tails muttered, only to turn to his computer, surprised to see a change in the weather pattern. ''This is not good. I hope Sonic won't get caught in the approaching rainstorm.''

xXx

As per their agreement, Shadow was already waiting at the beach, observing the waves crashing against the sand and staring ahead at the sky. He took note of the thick dark grey clouds approaching Green Hill, feeling concerned about a possible storm. His ears flicked when he heard the familiar sound of Sonic running up to him, skidding to a halt as he held the picnic basket tightly in his arms.

''Sorry for being late, but it took me a bit to get all the spices right… Uh, is something wrong?'' Sonic followed Shadow's gaze, now seeing the drearily dull sight before him. ''Aw, com'n! I thought we'd have nice weather today!''

''It seems like we would have to postpone the beach picnic,'' Shadow said, glancing at Sonic. The azure hedgehog's ears drooped as he stared at the oncoming clouds in disappointment, with the wind picking up. He was looking forward to this so much, only for all of his effort being for nothing. Shadow then turned back to the horizon in thought, already feeling the rain droplets on his fur. He did feel bad for Sonic and him wasting his time and energy to arrange this only for the weather to ruin it.

''I guess we should go home then…''

''Wait.''

A dispirited Sonic, who had already turned on his heel to leave, was caught off guard when Shadow grabbed him by the hand and revealing the green Chaos Emerald in the other. ''I know a place where we can take shelter from the storm. Do you want to come along?''

''Of course!'' Sonic perked up, feeling Shadow tightening his grip on his hand as he held up the Chaos Emerald. There was a flash of light and both disappeared from the beach, just as the rain had started.

This was followed by a flash of light in what appeared to me some kind of alcove close to Hedgehog's Pass. It wasn't too shallow, but not too deep either to even be considered a cave, providing the two hedgehogs with enough space to shelter them from the wind and rain, but also keeping them close to each other. Shadow turned to Sonic, still holding his hand. ''I suppose we could have the picnic here instead on the beach, if you're fine with it.''

However, before Shadow could even finish his sentence, Sonic had already let go of him and grabbed the blanket out of the basket, setting it down on the ground and took out the sea dogs, offering Shadow one, having a wide smile on his expression.

''You never miss a beat, do you?'' Shadow couldn't help but smile at Sonic's optimism, taking the sea dog and sitting down next to Sonic.

''Heh, I'm just glad that we could have a picnic, no matter the place,'' Sonic replied, before taking a huge bite out of his sea dog. ''Nothing beats a good meal, especially when you're sharing it with your friend.''

''Friend?''

Sonic almost chocked on his sea dog when he heard Shadow's tone. It was strangely serene and inquisitive, as if Shadow was questioning the very nature of their relationship without even asking anything. Sonic wasn't sure why, but something about it struck a nerve and he was suddenly worried that maybe he said something that might've offended Shadow, so he decided to quickly elaborate on it.

''Well, yeah… I mean, at this point, being rivals and friends is practically the same,'' Sonic said, remembering all those times people beat him up before becoming his friends. Somehow, this way of making friends was becoming more and more common, much to his amusement and exasperation.

''If it's the same thing, why did you get so nervous?''

Sonic gave him a blank look, only to take note of the slightest of smirks Shadow gave him as he ate the sea dog. It took a moment for his brain to process that Shadow was just teasing him. Shadow couldn't help but snort in amusement when Sonic pouted in annoyance, reaching for the basket for another sea dog, a faint tint of pink spreading on his fawn muzzle. He ate it in silence, trying to figure out how to quip back to Shadow's comment, but all that came to his mind was a rush of adrenaline and fear when a memory flashed in his mind. He tried to shake it off, sighing instead as he continued to eat.

Shadow raised an eyebrow at Sonic's sudden silence. Usually, he appreciated it when Sonic actually shut up for once, but for some reason, he felt a little concerned about the lack of response. He felt an urge to reach out for him, even lifting his hand on instinct, but stopped himself, resuming to eat in silence and watching the downpour outside.

xXx

''I hope that Sonic is fine…'' Tails muttered as he observed the downpour outside from his workshop. The weather really took a turn for the worse and it was fortunate that it didn't turn into a full-blown thunderstorm. While Tails had figured that Sonic would be able to find shelter, it didn't make him feel less worried about his older brother. Suddenly, he heard a knock on his window, surprised to see Rouge flying outside, gesturing at the closed entrance to his workshop. He quickly walked over and opened it, letting the bat inside. Rouge flapped her wings, shaking off the rain droplets. Tails then walked over with a towel in his hands, tossing it towards Rouge. She used the towel to dry herself off, placing it over her shoulders.

''Ugh, the weather outside is horrible! Good thing I was close to your workshop,'' she said, looking around. ''Isn't Sonic with you?''

''No, he went out for a picnic with Shadow,'' Tails replied. Rouge's eyes widened in surprise.

''Really? I'd never expected for Shadow to actually agree to socialize with anyone, let alone Sonic,'' Rouge said. Tails shrugged.

''That's what Sonic had told me,'' he replied. ''As a matter of fact, he had been talking a lot about Shadow lately.''

Rouge tilted her head, humming in interest. ''Yeah, I had also noticed a change in Blue's attitude… Well, I hope their date didn't get ruined by the rainstorm.''

''D-Date?'' Tails stared at Rouge in surprise. She just gave him a nonchalant look.

''I mean, what else would you call these two going alone on a picnic,'' she said, a sly grin spreading on her lips. Tails was still baffled by Rouge's take on the situation, wondering if she was being genuine or just messing with him. Rouge didn't seem to be interested in giving him an answer, instead just starting to walk around the workshop and looking at the tools and devices on the shelves and desks. ''In any case, thanks for letting me stay here until the storm stops.''

''You're welcome, but please, don't touch anything,'' Tails replied in a deadpan tone, well aware of Rouge's treasure hunting reputation.

''Do you have any gems here?'' Rouge asked, with Tails shaking his head. She then gave him an assuring smile. ''Then you have nothing to worry about.''

Tails just sighed, walking back to the device he was working on, but it was hard for him to focus, as his mind was still replaying the conversation he had with Rouge in regards to Sonic and him supposedly being on a date with Shadow. He tried to shake it off as Rouge just making a wild assumption, but for some reason, the thought just wouldn't leave his mind.

Sonic, you really have some explaining to do.

xXx

''Man, I haven't seen a rainstorm this bad in a while now,'' Sonic commented, leaning against the wall of the alcove. He and Shadow have just finished their meal and were watching the constant downpour of rain that somehow had gotten stronger. ''It feels like someone is just dumping buckets of water all over the place. I just hope there won't be any flooding.''

''Once the rain stops, we can go and make sure that there isn't any,'' Shadow said, sitting next to Sonic, with one elbow propped on his knee. Sonic just nodded.

''I hope there won't be, because the last thing I need is to fall into water… again. I don't even have the kicks I had in No Place to keep me afloat,'' Sonic replied, wiggling his feet as he stared at the sneakers. ''Those really came in handy. I wish I had them when we fought Chaos.'' Sonic shuddered at the memory of Station Square being flooded. ''Man, I know everything went well… but that guy was made out of water! I was lucky I didn't drown.''

''Chaos?''

Sonic turned his gaze towards Shadow, who gave him a genuinely confused look. Sonic stared at him, wondering why the dark hedgehog looked so puzzled, until he realized it. ''Oh, right! You weren't there when we fought Chaos and Eggman. Sorry, my bad!''

''What did the Doctor do this time?'' Shadow asked, furrowing a brow when Sonic namedropped Eggman.

''Well, he unleashed this water deity named Chaos after shattering the Master Emerald, and Chaos went on to just destroy everything in his way because he was really angry and hurt because of what Knuckles' ancestors did to him in the past. You'd have to ask Knuckles for more details about this though, he knows this stuff better than I do,'' Sonic explained. ''Fortunately, we managed to calm him down and he left with Tikal.''

''Should I even ask you who Tikal is?'' Shadow asked in a dry tone, having gotten used to Sonic just namedropping people in a context that only made sense to him. ''Or should I ask Knuckles for an explanation?''

''Eh, heh…'' Sonic smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. He then leaned over, holding up his finger and thumb as he got an idea. ''You know, if you want me to, I could tell you all about my past adventures so you can get up to speed. What do you say?'' His ears then drooped as his eyes flickered to the side, adding, ''I mean, I know you're not exactly into small talk, but we're kind of stuck here… But you also have the Chaos Emerald, so you can just leave…''

''I'll listen to you talk,'' Shadow said, his eyes closed as he let out a soft sigh, his arms folded across his chest. He understood Sonic's desire to spend time with him, especially when there really wasn't any emergency to attend to. While he typically avoided small talk in favor of keeping things concise and to the point, he figured that he could humor Sonic for the time being.

''Really?! That's great!'' Shadow's attention snapped back to Sonic, being caught slightly off guard by just how happy Sonic looked, his emerald green eyes almost sparkling. Shadow couldn't help but stare into his eyes, feeling once again that weird sense of warmth spreading through his body. This strange sensation was both scary due to its unfamiliarity, and captivating, and Shadow felt a desire to lean into it.

Sonic then started to talk, telling him tales about his adventures, which were mostly exploits against Dr. Eggman, usually in the company of his friends. Shadow listened intently, taking note of just how animated and excited Sonic got as he talked about what had happened, going into details about the events and battles he had been through, showing pride in his heroism and assurance that, no matter how bad things got, he always found a way out. It was quite a fascinating experience, as the stories were detailed enough for Shadow to be able to imagine them in his head, and the only times he interrupted Sonic to ask him questions about something particular. He took notice of Sonic's mannerism whenever he asked a question, with the azure hedgehog being always eager to explain things and basking in the attention he got from Shadow. It was as if the world around them had slowly faded away and it was just the two of them remaining.

''…never told you about it, but I'm really glad that I met you,'' Sonic said, only to suddenly pause, his expression changing to a more somber one. Shadow could see the lack of focus in his green eyes, now dull as he seemed to have been reminded of an experience he wanted to forget.

''Sonic?'' Shadow grew concerned, well aware that if Sonic ever went silent, it was obvious that things were bad. He lifted his hand instinctively, although he didn't make any further moves due to his own hesitance. Even though he had found himself feeling genuine worry for Sonic, going so far to comfort him, he could never make that crucial final step, no matter how much he tried.

''You know, when I saw you falling into The Void, it reminded me of…'' Sonic trailed off, guilt being reflected in his eyes. Shadow's ears drooped and his eyes widened when he realized what Sonic was referring to. Sonic took a deep breath, trying to continue the conversation, despite feeling as if someone placed a boulder on his chest, pressing him down, ''I thought I would lose you again. I couldn't save you when you fell to Earth, no matter how hard I tried, and I refused to let it happen again. I couldn't let it happen again, especially not when I had already lost so much because of my own mistakes.''

Sonic lowered his gaze, clearly still haunted by the memories of the past. He actually felt guilty for being unable to save Shadow after he had lost his Super Form and fell down to Earth, seemingly dying, and it was a burden he carried with himself for a while, even though he tried to push it out of his mind. He was glad that Shadow turned out to be alive, but this was something that still lingered on his mind, to the point that he had a full-blown panic-inducing flashback when he saw an unconscious Shadow falling into the darkest depths of The Void. Sonic placed his hand on his chest, his breath fast and shallow at the memory played out once again, and he could feel his heart beating rapidly. He could still hear his own desperate screams echoing in his head.

''No! No no no no! Shadow! SHADOW!''

''Sonic!''

Sonic gasped as he snapped back to reality, feeling as if he had been running for miles, his heartbeat as fast as back then. He registered a sense of weight on his shoulder and turned to Shadow, realizing that the dark hedgehog had placed his hand on his shoulder, trying to get his attention and break him out of his memory.

''I… I'm sorry…'' Sonic said, holding his breath as he tried to calm down, and forced a smile. ''I-I'm just glad that I had managed to save you this time. Heh.''

''Sonic, you're not fine,'' Shadow stated, his eyes narrowed in concern. He too remembered the moment he had tried to enter the gateway in the mistaken belief that the tech he stole from Sonic would grant him entrance to the Shatterspaces, and while he couldn't remember what happened after he fell unconscious, he did recall being in Sonic's arms, at least before the inevitable collision with one of the crystals. Even back then, Sonic tried to just blow it off as nothing, but it was clear now that this was something that weighted heavily on him.

''No, really, it's nothing…'' Sonic tried to assure him, but Shadow shook his head, giving him a firm look.

''I know what you're trying to do, and it's not working,'' he stated. Sonic's forced smile disappeared and he lowered his gaze.

''I guess that messed me up more than I thought,'' Sonic muttered.

''Even though my fall after the battle with Finalhazard was none of your fault,'' Shadow added. Sonic looked up back at Shadow, his eyes wide.

''No, I was trying to reach out for you. I was trying to save you! If I had only-'' Sonic protested, only to get cut off by Shadow.

''Sonic, I still remember that moment when you reached out to save me before I fell to Earth from the ARK, but it seems that what you have forgotten is that I had waved you away,'' Shadow told him. Sonic stared at him, speechless, trying to recall the moment as well. ''If I hadn't done that, you would have fallen with me. I appreciate your determination, even if you frustrate me to no end, but this was not your fault. I had chosen to let go, especially after all of the trouble I had caused because of my own mistaken beliefs.''

''Shadow…''

''I promised to myself that I would never forget that. Until I did,'' Shadow added, placing his hand against his temple, gritting his teeth and letting out a frustrated groan at his own issues with his memory. There was so much that was wrong with him, no matter how hard he tried. There was so much he tried to understand, but he felt like he'd always find himself at a dead end, always taking the wrong path. It felt so incredibly infuriating, despite all of his attempts to do the right thing. He then lowered his hand, sighing. ''So, as I said, don't ever think that any-''

Before Shadow could even finish the sentence, Sonic threw himself against him, burying his muzzle into Shadow's shoulder and wrapping his hands around torso, hugging him tightly. Shadow remained stunned and speechless at this move, unable to process what had just happened. His eyes darted towards Sonic as he tried to formulate a coherent thought, but nothing except a warm sensation of comfort filled his mind.

''Then, how about we avoid such scenarios in the future,'' Sonic said, still feeling the weight pressing against his chest. In that one moment, he couldn't think of anything else but to reach for Shadow and keep him close to himself, fearing that, if he let go, he would lose him again. What he didn't expect was that Shadow would wrap his hands around his back, pulling him closer.

''Yeah… The same goes for you,'' Shadow muttered, with Sonic lifting his head, still in Shadow's arms and meeting his stern gaze, crimson eyes observing emerald eyes intently. ''Your stunt with the Prism Energy, while necessary, was still idiotic beyond belief. You were lucky I was there to get you home before you vanished into nothingness.''

''Heh, so you were worried about me,'' Sonic said, cracking a soft smile. He tried to tease Shadow, but it was clear that the emotions between them were so raw that even acting as if what had happened wasn't a big deal was impossible. They had simply reached a point where any barrier they had built up between them was completely shattered. Any emotional vulnerability they wanted to hide from each other was now laid out for the other to see and it seemed to have sparked something inside them, something they still needed to process fully.

''Yeah, I was…'' Shadow said, his gaze fixed on Sonic. He still didn't understand why he allowed himself to show this side of him, the side that craved for someone he could trust, someone who could comfort him, but he knew that it was too late to back down. All the walls he had put between himself and Sonic were torn down, and he couldn't care less. Sonic was the reason he was still here, and he would be forever grateful for that.

Shadow's ears then flicked when Sonic snorted, giving Shadow a mischievous look. ''I always knew that you were a hugger.''

Shadow narrowed his eyes, feeling the familiar rush of frustration coursing through his body. He closed his eyes, speaking through his gritted teeth (with Sonic imagining an anime-like cross-popping vein appearing on his forehead), ''If you tell this to anyone, I swear I will kick your ass and throw you off the ARK with my own hands.''

''Yeah, you would,'' Sonic said casually, causing Shadow to look at him, only to notice a sly smirk on Sonic's lips. ''But, you would also catch me afterwards.''

Shadow just sighed, not wanting to answer that, as he and Sonic knew that this was the truth. It amazed and frustrated him to no end just how easily he lost his composure in Sonic's presence, becoming more and more open with his emotions. His rival really had knack for driving him up the wall with his constant antics and, to make it worse, Sonic was fully aware of it. Nevertheless, that was part of the charm of their rivalry and Shadow knew that things would not be the same without that aspect of their relationship.

He then snapped out of his thoughts when Sonic just pressed his head against the white fur on his chest, nuzzling it. ''Dude, you never told me that you had a cloud for chest fur. It's so soft!''

''You're really bold for someone who is about to get punched in the face,'' Shadow said in an irked tone. Sonic lifted his head, a sly smile appearing on his fawn lips.

''Oh, really? Then, why are you still holding me like you're afraid that I'm about to fade away?'' Sonic asked in a teasing tone, drawing attention to the fact that they still held each other in a tight embrace, with Shadow's hands being placed just under Sonic's back quills.

''Shut up,'' Shadow growled, clearly irritated by Sonic's smugness, but nevertheless, he pulled him even closer, digging his muzzle into Sonic's collarbone and enjoying the warmth that kept him comfort. Sonic was still smiling, although his expression became more soft as he understood that, despite everything that just transpired, Shadow still had trouble being honest about his emotions, putting up that intimidating look that kept most people away. Fortunately, Sonic wasn't like most people and he knew what kind of buttons to push to get a reaction from Shadow. He simply leaned into it, taking in the faint scent of lavender he came to associate with Shadow and listening to the faint sound of rain outside.

It seemed that the storm had finally lessened.

xXx

Shadow squinted, slowly blinking before opening his eyes. He was still in a daze, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. The first thing he took note of was the scent of freshness in the air, the kind that appears after rain. He gazed outside, realizing that the rainstorm had stopped and that the sky was dotted with stars. It was probably late in the night.

Shadow then turned his attention to the weight on his shoulder, realizing that it was Sonic. The azure hedgehog was still fast asleep, his head leaning against Shadow's collarbone, with Shadow having placed his arm around his waist to keep him in place. The dark hedgehog sighed, realizing that they had somehow fallen asleep like this, leaned against the wall. Shadow didn't feel too uncomfortable about this position, but he did wish he had been leaning against a pillow or something similar. Sonic, obviously, was quite comfortable using Shadow as a pillow.

How did we end up like this?

Only a few days ago, Shadow was furious at Sonic for his lack of awareness and reckless behavior in the face of danger, reprimanding him for not listening to anyone in a critical moment, which led to their reality fracturing. He never expected that their forced teamwork would lead up to them starting to understand each other better, to the point of being comfortable enough in each other's presence to open up to each other. He understood that their relationship was way more than just a simple rivalry and that there was a level of deep understanding between them, a rare relationship that can enter one's heart.

Shadow knew that this was a relationship that he couldn't let go of.

He took a look down at his lap, having just realized that Sonic had placed his own hand on top of his, his gloved fingers curled slightly over Shadow's knuckles. Shadow couldn't help but smile softly, shifting his hand so he could intertwine with fingers with Sonic's and leaned his head against Sonic's forehead. He then closed his eyes, drifting off to a peaceful sleep while holding Sonic's hand in his own.

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Challenge: Drawing D&D classes - Topic 15 - Sorcerer

🌩 Wild Magic Sorcerer - Blur🌩

Race: Half-fairy (Mother fairy, father high forest elf) Worldview: neutral good.

Finally I was able to draw it properly in color.

📘 Backstory: Even in childhood, Blur and her father were abandoned by her mother, a fairy, who disappeared from their lives. The father loved the girl very much, taught her magic and protected her, however, they lived in a human village, so for a long time Blur had to “hide” her wings using a special spell that her father cast on her wings (a pocket dimension into which the wings can be removed). The girl was inquisitive, sometimes even too much. Having become almost an adult, Blur became very skilled in magic, although her physical characteristics still leave much to be desired. The half-fairy began to dream of adventures from ballads and fairy tales, but as soon as she thought about it, fate understood her desire in its own way.

One day, Blur’s mother, whom the girl barely remembered, burst into their house. Father Blur managed to push the girl underground before the fairy broke into their house. Fairy-Mother was furious, screamed at Blur’s father and then stabbed him with a dagger and a dozen lightning strikes hit their house at once. Blur saw through the cracks in the floor the sagging figure of her father against the backdrop of the burning walls, and saw how the angry fairy flew away. The half-fairy was finally able to knock out the underground hatch, tried to help her father, but she did not know how to heal, and her father, with the words “Run as far as possible from her and don’t let her catch you…” with the last of his strength, pushed her into the portal, away from the burning house. She found herself on the bank of a stream next to a grove. The girl had just lost her only loved one and a heartbreaking cry of despair and pain was heard throughout the grove. Blur didn't really understand what had happened, how she managed to lose everything in one day, she could not come to her senses and leave the river bank for a long time. The half-fairy followed her father’s last wish - she hid her wings and, hiding, began to wander, almost feeling how the fairy mother was breathing down her neck. Blur was looking for information, artifacts, allies and trying to find out what happened on that fateful day, why did her mother, whom she had not heard from for so many years, kill her father and why is she looking for her? During her travels, the half-fairy more than once got into trouble and over time became more cautious and preferred to gain the upper hand by cunning, because she never really had brute force.

✒ Personality: Very cautious, at times too “scared”, prefers to have several plans in reserve and not get into trouble. She is indecisive and is almost never listened to in arguments. She prefers to help others, but she herself is not used to accepting help or praise. After escaping, I lost confidence in my abilities. It’s good to “pretend to be strong”, hiding its weaknesses.

🌀 Skills: Can fly, plays the flute, cooks well. He explains complex things well in simple words and is able to turn almost any information into a diagram. He makes plans well and is able to foresee a lot. Can't sew. Good at area or ranged spells. Has an unhealthy knowledge of many rare races, artifacts and events. ✨ Features: Normal height (not tiny like other fairies). A red border appeared on the wings after Blur unknowingly went through a certain ritual. She knows how to play the flute, but only plays when alone to honor the memory of her father who taught her. Favorite elements are water, ice and lightning.

🌩 Чародейка дикой магии - Блюр🌩

Раса: Полуфея (Мать фея, отец высший лесной эльф) Мировоззрение: нейтрально добрая.

Наконец-то смогла нормально нарисовать её в цвете.

📘 Предыстория: Ещё в самом детстве Блюр с отцом бросила её мать - фея, исчезнув из их жизни. Отец очень любил девочку, учил её магии и оберегал её, однако они жили в деревне людей поэтому долгое время Блюр приходилось "прятать" её крылья при помощи специального заклинания, которое наложил на её крылья отец (карманное измерение, в которое можно убрать крылья). Девочка была любознательной, порой даже чересчур. Став почти взрослой, Блюр здорово поднаторела в магии, хотя её физические данные всё ещё оставляют желать лучшего. Полуфея стала грезить приключениями из баллад и сказок, но стоило ей об этом задуматься как судьба поняла её желание по-своему. Однажды к ним в дом ворвалась мать Блюр, которую девушка едва помнила. Отец Блюр успел затолкать девушку в подпол до того, как фея прорвалась в их дом. Фея-мать была в ярости, кричала на отца Блюр а потом пырнула его кинжалом и в их дом разом ударило с десяток молний. Блюр видела сквозь щели пола оседающую фигуру отца на фоне горящих стен, видела как улетела разгневанная фея. Полуфея наконец смогла выбить люк подпола, пыталась помочь отцу, но она не умела лечить, а её отец со словами "Беги от неё как можно дальше и не позволяй ей себя поймать…" из последних сил толкнул её в портал, прочь из горящего дома. Она оказалась на берегу ручья рядом с рощей. Девушка только что потеряла единственного родного человека и по роще раздался душераздирающий крик отчаяния и боли. Блюр не понимала толком, что произошло, как она умудрилась потерять все за один день, она ещё долго не могла прийти в себя и уйти с берега реки. Полуфея последовала последней воле отца - спрятала крылья и скрываясь, стала странствовать, почти ощущая, как фея-мать дышит ей в затылок. Блюр искала информацию, артефакты, союзников и пыталась выяснить, что же случилось в тот злосчастный день, почему её мать о которой она столько лет не слышала убила её отца и почему ищет её? За время странствий полуфея не раз попадала в передряги и со временем стала более осторожной и предпочитала одерживать верх хитростью, ведь грубой силы у нее никогда толком не было.

✒ Характер: Очень осторожная, временами чересчур "пуганная", предпочитает иметь несколько планов про запас а не лезть на рожон. Нерешительна, в спорах её почти никогда не слушают. Предпочитает помогать другим, но при этом сама не привыкла принимать помощь или похвалу. После побега потеряла уверенность в своих способностях. неплохо "притворяется сильной", скрывая слабые стороны.

🌀 Навыки: Умеет летать, играть на флейте, недурно готовит. Хорошо объясняет сложные вещи простыми словами и почти какую угодно информацию в состоянии превратить в схему. Хорошо строит планы и в состоянии предусмотреть многое. Не умеет шить. Хороша в заклинаниях по области или дальнобойных. Обладает нездоровой осведомленностью о многих редких расах, артефактах и событиях.

✨ Особенности: Нормального роста (не крошечная как прочие феи). На крыльях появилась красная кайма после того, как сама того не ведая, Блюр прошла через некий ритуал. Умеет играть на флейте, но играет только когда одна, чтобы почтить память отца, научи��шего её. Любимые элементы - вода, лёд и молния.

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 3

Warnings: language, poorly written, not proofread, seriously overdue

2<- ->

The sound of feet running up and down the hall with orders had woken you up that morning. You sat up in bed, your hair disheveled and your thoughts scattered

“I wonder what’s going on today that everyone’s running around” you thought out loud with a stretch. Just then your lady in waiting and a few other maids bursted in through the door. One was holding a dress and another various items to get ready. And that’s when you remembered what day it was….

“Shit…” you curse…it was today

“Well your highness you won’t be able to be so vulgar anymore now that you’ll be crowned Queen” an advisor notes, which by far is your least favorite. She was a tall, scrawny old woman. Who always hold her nose way too far up, the queen, even joked, that you could see her nose hairs, if you focus long enough.

She was always the type to think she knew better than everyone, and that she was better than anyone. And that included the royal family. She would always tell you to sit up more properly to hold your gut in after you had any full meal. She was also the one person who would nag you about the first night as a married couple. Which you absolutely loved to even think about.

Marriage for the purpose of the upper hand in a war and to join kingdoms with one thing. But to be reminded of what was to come was another story you didn't want to hear.

Meanwhile in th3e other room they were trying to get Katsuki into a shirt for once. He's got the pants, the shoes, and everything but the shirt. Strangely according to nearly everyone in the castle said that once he hit 15, he basically abandoned all his shirts. his mother said it was so he could flex in every reflection he passed by. Either way they asked his to put the shirt on at least, not buttoned all the way, but on at least.

He sucked his teeth and put the shirt on and left it half way buttoned. The wedding was to be in the morning, as many before have been done. You were helped down the hall to keep you dress from picking up dirt, and seeing with the veil down. Katsuki was taken out from a different exit. You were taken to your horse and lead to the hill that overlooks the ocean. This was a historic place that not only the royalty used for weddings. The northern kingdom was known for its dragons and their strength. Wedding with the sunrise and ending the celebration at sunset was said to bring good luck.

As you approach the location you can see the people of the village gathered at a distance, while royalty and close family gathered much closer. You were brought off of the horse and began to walk towards what felt like your doom. the end of who claimed and who you swore to be...now here you were. To be married to someone who didn't even love.

You stop when a blurry figure was close enough to know who it was. The sun was just barely peaking over the horizon which meant you were on time. Your father was one of thee few in the front row having a front row seat. Fighting the tears as he looked at you. So beautiful in the gown, you reminded him of your mother and how she looked on their wedding day.

"Members of the Royal families, we are gathered here to join these royals along with their kingdoms. As our ancestors before us have done they will marry at the sunrise. First, we start the ceremony with the king and queen's daggers." His parents came and handed each of you their daggers "These daggers, passed for generations will draw blood from each hand and will be put into this ball that will be offered to the dragons of our land” Bakugo takes the dagger from his mother and motions for you to give him your hand. Hesitantly you place the back of you warm hands. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest. The cool dagger comes down to your palm and he makes a quick slice. Your hand flinches a bit at the burning sensation.

A small chalice was placed underneath to catch the blood. Once the chalice had filled just about halfway, he was given a bandage to cover the wound and stop the bleeding. Now it was your turn. You take the dagger from his father. Your hands shakes as you bring the dagger down to his skin and slice. The crimson liquid drips down into the same cup. His blood mixing with you own, symbolizing the joining of two kingdoms and two people. The sun began to rise over the horizon and the officiant spoke again

“With the rise of the sun, comes the rise of a new kingdom, family, king and queen. Join hands” he motions to you both. Bakugou taking your hand in his “by the power vested in me, I join these two royals. May their new kingdom rise in glory and power, much strong than their ancestors. May their love and Union give strength to the coming generations. Prince Bakugou do you take Y/N, as your queen?”

“..I do” he says in a gruff voice

“And do you princess y/n, take Bakugou as your king?”

“I….I do” you hesitate for a moment. Feeling as though you could have said no…but you didn’t.

“You may now kiss the bride” he says stepping to the side. The sun coming over the horizon fully being the rise of a new day, and the new king and queen. Bakugou lifts your veils and steps closer to you. His calloused hands cup your face and brings your face to his, and locks your lips in a kiss.

It was…gentle. Deep. Passionate. But somehow it felt as if he was being careful as to not break you. The moment was short lived as he pulled away and looped your arm with his and walk down the aisle once more.

He took you to his horse and helped your on first. For the rest of the day you had to spend attached to the hip to insure a plentiful and strong future.

Next thing up was the celebrations. The entire kingdom was celebrating with music, drinks, dances and games. Back in the castle there was a large feast for the close family and those of neighboring kingdoms and some monarchies as well. You were greeted and congratulated by many. Some of them welcoming you in to the new role of being a queen. Some of Bakugo’s relatives even apologized to you for having to marry Bakugo. which you thought was a bit funny seeing that even his relatives thought he was a bit of a pain.

There are also many who would congratulate Bakugo on marrying someone so beautiful. Knowing the history of your kingdom, who your mother was, and who your father is really did, give you a good reputation. Weird had also started spreading across the land of your own work. They then warned the young man to watch himself because if he lost you, he’d be losing something amazing.

although you were in the mist of a celebration, you couldn’t help but look around at the people you were soon about to govern and protect. These people were now your responsibility. Every move that you make in this current war will affect them as much as it will affect you. All the fairytales of how princesses, marry a prince, and live happily ever after seem very distant from what it is right now. The middle of a war with an arranged marriage, it seem like you so much.

You were no longer that little girl who read books with her mother before bedtime. You are more than a pretty face with jewelry that will sit upon her head. You were now a ruler and a leader.

You must have been for often thought, because Bakugou was the one to pull you out of it.

“ if you’re going to zone out and do it after things are over” he said in a nonchalant tone. You had to remember that this wasn’t just any celebration. You’re marrying someone who didn’t want to be with you and you didn’t want to be with him. But you had to fake it….

After the celebration was over, and the sun was setting, it was time for you and Bob go to bed everyone goodbye. As tradition is recorded exactly at sundown you and your new king now go into your shared bedroom. You can feel your heart racing in your chest. Somehow you were convinced Bakugou could maybe even hear it. You weren’t sure what he was going to do or what he was expecting, but you knew what was expected of you.

Bakugo had already laid in bed, already changed into something more comfortable. Which was just him shirtless and a pair of pants. You however were in the bathroom changing out of your dress and removing any makeup you had. It seemed that the mains left some things for you to wear for tonight, but you just refuse to wear them for one. You couldn’t picture yourself wearing them, much less picture of that happening tonight. But at the same time you didn’t have much else to wear, everything else was still in your old room.

With a heavy sigh, you throw on the sheer fabric quickly and face away from the mirror. Not wanting to know what you look like when walking out of the door. Once the door had cracked open, appeared out and see him laying with his hands crossed behind his head

“ he took so long I thought you were taking a shit-“ he was cut off when he gazed up at you. And the person he first met, he didn’t expect for you to be wearing that for bed. it was a sheer dress with some lace at the ends the photo just below your butt. Your hair was loose, and you no longer had the make of that was put on by the maids.

In a way when you weren’t trying to correct him, you were….kind of pretty.

“I um….there wasn’t anything else to wear. Let’s just get it bed alright?” You stay as you walk over to your side of the bed and sit down wanting nothing more, but still fall into slumber to escape this predicament.

No buck ago, of course, had his own demeanor, but that didn’t mean he was absolutely cold.

“ look I know what this is, they’re all expecting us to do something by the end of the night” he says still not looking directly at you “ we don’t have to if you don’t want to. This doesn’t mean anything, but I’m not gonna force you into it” he ends the conversation by turning around and nuzzling into his pillow.

“.. thank you Bakugou…. Good night.” you do the same and turn over to face in the opposite direction. And for a moment, you couldn’t believe what he had just said. It was the first nice thing he’s actually said or done since your arrival.

…

*CRASH*

The sudden sound of a glass breaking startled both you and Bakugou from your slumber. Quickly he jumped out of bed and grabbed the sword that was placed on his bedside. He slowly approach the door and listen carefully before he grab the door knob.

He tanks it open only to have 3 advisors stumble into the room

“What the hell??” He cursed “want to explain before someone losses a head?” He threatens as his grip tightens on the handle of his sword

“N-no your majesty! We simply wanted to make sure things were going well!” One smiled nervously as the sweat drops ran down his forehead

“Going well, for what exactly?” He growled, pointing the end of his sword at the man as he coward on floor

“An uh..hehe” he laughed nervously “h-heir?” He said shaking our of his skin

“….get the hell out of my room” he said in a rage filled whisper in the coldest tone you ever bread come from him. They wasted no time in getting up and scrambling out of the room. It was one thing to upset the Crown prince now king it was another thing to piss him off. And unfortunately for these advisers, they had pissed him off.

After shutting the door, Bakugo puts his sword down near the door. Without looking, he simply just turned around and ran smack into you. Causing both of you to fall to the floor with him landing directly on top with you. All the weight of his muscular body knowing you down to the floor.

He hadn’t even realize that you had gotten out of bed and ran behind him. Now this wasn’t a cowardly move on your house it was more, because if there was someone they would attack you soon as the doors opened.

“Why were you standing behind me?” He asked holding himself up, with only his upper body off of you. Now if the advisors were still in the room they would have thought you were now trying to fulfill the “duties” of a marriage.

“Because I didn’t know who was coming in!” You argue back your cheeks as red at Kirishima’s hair

“Then you should have just stayed in the damn bed!” He answers back.

“Well I-“ you stop mid sentence when you felt….something. Seeing as how you were positioned, he was on top, and he was just about leveled to your own body…..yeah. It seemed that he also caught in when he scrambled off of you as fast as he could.

He mumbled to himself about personal space and heirs and how he’d rather die than go through any of this. You also got up in your own time, this time you both were far apart from one another. It’s no different from when you were in your own kingdom. So close yet so far. It was like sleeping in the cave of a dragon, hiding, praying some kind of Miracle would save you. Feeling as if you’re we’re here for ages, but this was only the beginning

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ask-the-nine-links · 9 months

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Yeah guilty that was exactly the alternate timeline I was talking about. How it happened for alternate wild is even weirder. Apparently about 80 years into the shrine's healing the Shrine has to open a micro portal into the afterlife to draw out some energy to tie the soul back to the body. But in this timeline there was something on the other side, the remains of a clone of a half ghost.

Turns out the afterlife has heroes too, and the afterlife's hero version of Ganondorf is a crazy son of a bitch. But anyway since magic doesn't exist in the afterlife he had to manually make his version of the hero with SCIENCE! You know what a blueprint is, apparently there's a blueprint for people and if you extract it and copy it you can build a exact copy of a person from the ground up. Well like usual the hero stops the plot but just dumps the resulting corpse of green goo into a random corner of the afterlife because the kid is like 14 and was busy with his new 12 year old looking little sister created from the mess and didn't have time to figure out how to properly dispose of it

Anyway when the clone goo got into the shrine alternate and wild just kind of exorbed it given that while in the shrine he was kind of stuck in a state between alive and dead just like the hero it was made from so Wild became a half ghost. Alternate Wild was basically incredibly overpowered his only real weakness was guardian beams and that's only because that's how he died before everything else could just turn intangible and let it pass through him harmlessly (and even then guardians themselves are no threat because so long as he's invisible they don't notice him but he can freely rip out their innards with intangibility and super strength he just has to be careful and avoid touching the parts corrupted by malice because it would make him sick). His favorite hobby was to mess with the Yiga by not bothering to even pay attention to them when they tried to attack him accept maybe to laugh in their face.

It's really hard to kill ghost okay, especially when you don't have the tools for it. The most issues alternate wild had was trying to figure out what his changed biology needed. Thankfully in after a while The ghost guardian of the timeline notices alternate wild's struggles and has the afterlife's hero go over to him and give how to ghost lessons. It's a really fun alternate timeline to watch and I really can't wait till the other links meet this version of wild

Wind: Ew, reading.

Legend: You can read?

Wind: Okay, first off-

Wild: TLDR; Shrine of Resurrection uses power from the afterlife. Ganondorf is still a bitch in hell, and tries to create goo clones using science. Dead hero kills him again and dumps a pile of goo in a corner somewhere because he has other Responsibilities™. Goo gets absorbed by the Shrine, therefore Alternate me also absorbs it. Alternate me basically becomes unkillable with his only weakness being the Walking Urns of Death, but even then its a mild one. The Yiga become haunted. Alternate me also gets lessons from a ghost.

Wind: My hero, thank you for the summary.

Wild: Not gonna lie, that does sound incredibly fun. Think of all the stuff I could do to the Yiga!

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu wind #lu legend #lu wild

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Chapter 6

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Overall Summary: AU/Canon Divergent - Set after the rescue of Crosshair, Omega, and Tech from Mount Tantis. The Batch settles down on Pabu and are, for the moment, able to hide from the Empire. Crosshair, with much grumbling, is convinced to see one of the local doctors to monitor his recovery. Unfortunately for Crosshair, Dr. Isabella Ramót is a ray of sunshine and a breath of fresh air - and totally capable of handling his harsh, rough demeanor.

Chapter 6 Summary: Crosshair and Omega have a bonding moment, Bells and Crosshair get closer. Slow burn is slow burning but we're getting closer.

Sorry guys, It's a little bit of a shorter chapter, but I feel like a lot happens so hopefully that makes up for it.

Content Rating: SFW, some mild cursing/fictional cursing, mention of alcohol.

Trigger Warnings - None, mostly fluff and mild flirting.

Sunflower Divider by @saradika

Crosshair was at the shooting range, he'd set up the targets to attempt one of his old tricks utilizing reflector discs that Tech had remade for him. His aim and ability to calculate trajectory, interference, and ultimately hit his intended target was still there, but it took him longer to set up for the shot. His arms shook slightly from the newly rebuilt muscles, and he nearly missed the shot, muttering under his breath.

"Woah! That was awesome!" A small voice breaks his focus from behind him. He sighs, glancing back at Omega. "Can you teach me?" She was nearly vibrating with excitement, reaching to retrieve the energy bow from her back.

He snorts derisively, "No. Go pester someone else."

Her eyes widened and she stuck her bottom lip out, pouting like a tooka, "Pleeeease, Crosshair? I've gotten better with my bow but–"

He crossed his arms, closing himself off to avoid her overly enthusiastic tugging of his shirt, grumbling, "Tsk- Why Hunter even let you have that thing, I'll never understand."

"It's okay, I'm good with it! I'll show you!" She pulls out her energy bow and starts shooting at the makeshift targets.

Crosshair hated to admit it, but Omega was pretty good, though it took her a moment to take aim. She hit most of the targets- some a little askew, some near the center.

While she was shooting, Crosshair observed her stance, her breathing, the way she drew her shot. "You're too rigid. Stop trying to force it." He griped and tapped her knee, adjusting her stance for more stability and focus. "Draw again."

She nodded eagerly, an excited squeal escaping, and drew again. Crosshair lifted her elbow, giving her more strength and control. "Take a deep breath and release slowly. Breathe out with the shot."

She nodded again and Crosshair watched as she breathed, perhaps a little too big, but released and hit the target just shy of center. "YES!" Omega exclaimed, throwing her arms up to hug him.

He grunted and placed one hand on her head to keep her an arm's length away. "Your weapon is an extension of you, not an accessory. Move with it, breathe with it. Practice. Until you don't have to think about it anymore. Then you might not be useless after all." Crosshair sighed and pushed her away,"Now go pester someone else…" Omega jumps up and down, smiling so widely he was surprised she didn't crack her face. "Thank you Crosshair!"

Bells watched from afar, smiling fondly. It was an incredibly cute interaction. Omega greeted her happily, giving her a quick hug before racing off.

"You're a good brother, Crosshair."

He made a disgusted noise, "The kid's gonna get herself killed if she doesn't learn to handle that thing properly. Don't know how she survived this long with those di’kuts letting her handle a kriffing energy bow." He motioned for Bells to approach the range- another lesson was about to begin.

Despite the mid-morning sun on Pabu, there was a slight chill to the air. Isabella shivered and wished she could pull her chunky knit sweater a little tighter around her.

Crosshair hovered just to the side, body rigid and face severe as he observed for the umpteenth time Bells's posture, form, and control of her borrowed sniper rifle.

Every lesson started with a challenge, "Impress me," in that low, slithering tone that excited and made the skin crawl.

Isabella squared her shoulders, lifted her chin, and approached the borrowed rifle. It was set on a platform, ready for assembly. This was always step one of Crosshair’s lessons, he felt that you needed to know your weapon inside and out in order to use it effectively. Bells took a deep breath, hands hovering above the pieces of the rifle, “Don’t lose focus, Bells. If you beat your last time, maybe you could a Reg a challenge." Crosshair ’s voice sneered and stroked her ear, incredibly close. She tried not to react, clenching her jaw against the errant shiver she felt.

He 'tsked' at her and flicked his chewed toothpick away, appearing unimpressed. She tried to block out his presence, instead focusing on connecting the pieces of the rifle. Part of her felt she had improved, hesitating less often and only for a fraction of a second before continuing, and her time had also steadily improved. The rifle was coming together smoothly, boosting her confidence in the knowledge she’d retained from her lessons.

Once finished she placed the rifle on the stand, extended the scope, seeking the targets he’d placed around the range. She took deep, slow breaths, attempting to calm the beat of her racing heart. There! Breath in, out, release. The shot hits the mark - barely. Ignoring the tinge of disappointment she found the next target. Breathe in, out, and release. Another hit! This one slightly closer to center. As she lined up her sights with the third target, she felt a hand grasp her elbow adjusting its angle slightly. He walked slowly behind her to the other side and pressed firmly on her shoulder, “Relax your muscles. You want a stable foundation for the rifle. If you’re too tense, it can affect the trajectory of the shot.” Crosshair leaned in behind her, steadying her arm with a surprisingly gentle hand and guiding her in deep, focused breathing. “Try again.” His voice is gruff, but Bells noticed how Crosshair relaxed, she even thought she'd caught a genuine smile when he didn't know she was looking. He was a man in his element and it was intoxicating.

Breathe in, out, and release. This time the bolt pierced through the target, just left of center. Bells exclaimed victoriously.

"Not so fast, Bells– you still have two more targets." Crosshair reminds, voice smug and teasing, "And the crono is still ticking." She could swear the way he said her nickname had changed, had lost its mocking edge. Now– now, it sounded almost affectionate. Shaking her head to refocus, she squared her shoulders and identified her next target. Bells went through her mental checklist, attempting to relax her muscles and maintain the correct balance of loose flexibility and firm stability. Moments later she had identified and shot her final two targets. She released a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding and looked expectantly at Crosshair.

He held her gaze for a charged, tense moment, before shrugging, “Your time improved by 15 seconds–” Her face breaks into a bright smile but Crosshair holds his hands up, “Ah! Hold on, your accuracy needs work. Three out of five shots were wide,” He cocks his hip, one hand resting on his side, “You hold too much tension in your shoulders and you’re pulling your shots.”

“Okay. I’ll–”

“Practice.”

“Practice.” She nodded affirmation.

“Good.”

It was overcast and rainy and Crosshair found himself wandering through the Pabu market. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t just go back home after meeting with Dr. Bells, but his body moved of its own accord compelled by some unknown search for something. He’d left her office feeling antsy and out of sorts, an increasingly frequent occurrence of late which only served to dampen his already dark mood.

Eventually, he reached the market, which was quite busy despite the weather. He wandered aimlessly past stall after stall, glaring at the sellers and causing them to shrink back.

Crosshair’s thoughts are cluttered, further frustrating him and he stifled a growl, turning swiftly on his heel with resolve to head home. A light twinkling sound stopped him in his tracks. His eyes scanned for the source of the sound, landing on a modest market stall that had a curious amalgamation of shiny objects, curios, and various metallic clutter items. His vision zeroed in on a hanging strand of brassy colored bells connected together by twine and accentuated with tiny orbs of green seaglass. His feet propelled him forward, one step, two, then a bitter thought cut through and he paused, What are you doing, Di’kut?

The stall worker eyed his approach warily, but after a moment seemed to notice the item that had caught his eye. He removed it from its hook and laid it out on a cloth covered table. The movement seemed to reset Crosshair’s mind and the thought dissolved, replaced by the confusing but insistent desire to purchase the bells. He only half heard the merchant’s words as he silently paid and the item was wrapped securely in a bright yellow cloth, then wrapped again in thin packaging. His brain badgered him incessantly on the return home: Why did you even buy that?

-You’re such a kriffing idiot!

-She’s going to hate it

-This was a stupid idea.

He had just reached the doorstep to his home, when groaning and visibly distressed, and turned on his heels once more. "What the kriff am I doing!?" He grumbled through gritted teeth, his feet quickly finding the path back to the medical office.

He entered quietly, hoping desperately that the Doctor wasn't in. I'll just go in, set this on the counter and leave. She'll never know I was there.

At first glance, he couldn’t believe his luck, Isabella was nowhere to be seen. He let out a breath he'd been holding and stepped inside with more confidence.

"Crosshair?" Bells voice sounded brightly from around the corner, where her supply closet was, “I wasn’t expecting you back today. Is everything alright? Do you have another headache?” She approached him quickly with concern etched on her face.

Crosshair stood rigid for a moment and frowned at the package gripped tightly in his hands. He scoffed and held out the package, his eyes flicking to her hand where it brushed a light electric trail against his to retrieve the package, then back up to watch her face brighten and cheeks redden. He crossed his arms, an attempt to close himself off after this unexpected lapse in defenses.

“What’s this?” There's a new unidentifiable tone to her voice.

He rolled his eyes, remarking snidely, “Don’t be dull…”

She opened the package gingerly, sucking in softly as she picked up the bells and held them up into the small amount of light streaming through her window. “Wow.” An astonished exhale escaped her lips. “Crosshair… They’re beautiful. You got them for me?”

“Don’t think too hard on it.” He sneered, her earnestly happy reaction causing an alarming warmth to spread in his chest, “They’re just bells. It's stupid.”

Her blue eyes regarded him softly, a teasing smirk ghosting her lips, “Mhm. Well, these are going-” She turned in a circle to scan the room, “Ah! Right up- here!” She hung the bells on a hook putting them where they would dangle just low enough to catch the light of the afternoon, right next to a talentedly rendered painting of Pabu’s seaside view in the early morning - vibrant pinks, purples, oranges, and yellows cut dramatically by the brilliant blue of Pabu’s waters. “Perfect. Thank you for the stupid bells. They go perfectly with my nickname." She smiled softly, winking at him.

He stood stiffly, aching to leave but unwilling to show weakness by running away. He grabbed a fresh toothpick from his pocket, if just to keep his hands busy.

“Do you want to get a drink?”

“What-”

She pushed a strand of curls behind her ear, taking a couple bold steps forward and looked up at him with another challenging smirk, “Would you like to get a drink, Crosshair?”

“A drink…”

“An alcoholic beverage usually enjoyed at the end of a hard day of work-”

He snorted indignantly and fixed her with a hard stare.

“-an experience often made better when shared between friends…”

He rolled his eyes and leaned in, switching the toothpick to the other side of his mouth, “This included in my treatment regiment, Doctor?”

Bells smiled in return and refused to be the first to back up, “Within reason…Besides, you’ll be under supervision.”

“Well, I’m convinced, but I’m not the one who ‘takes their job very seriously.’”

“I’m off the clock.”

“How exciting.” His tone was flat, but Bells noticed the hint of sparkle in his eyes.

Bells grabbed Crosshair’s arm, tugging lightly, and led him out of the clinic, “Come on. First one’s on me.”

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When Lloyd opens the Hypnobrai Tomb, it releases some evil-looking green gas; Similarly, when he opens the Fangpyre Tomb, there's some mist. This is obviously just musty air escaping after the tombs are depressurized, but it makes me think about how the Anacondrai Tomb doesn't have the same thing when it's opened. And we can't say anything about the Constrictai or Venomari Tombs, since they were already opened off-screen before we get to see them.

There's a question of how the Serpentine didn't all starve to death in the tombs... Except for one tribe, the Anacondrai. And this gets me into my little HC;

When the Serpentine were entombed, the humans of Ninjago DID at least consider that they'd starve to death very quickly under these conditions. So they opted to fill the tombs with some sort of magical gas that places the affected into a deep, eternal hibernation, where their bodily processes are effectively halted, and they no longer need nourishment or even a constant supply of oxygen to survive. The idea was that the Serpentine wouldn't really die, they'd still live on forever in an eternal slumber (though this is still fucked up and undeserved).

The tombs are indestructible, which is why the Constrictai can't just tunnel out of them; Though in the case of the Constrictai's tomb, it had multiple floors built out of softer earth for them to dig through. So even if the Serpentine did awaken, they couldn't get out. And therein is what happened to the Anacondrai...

Their indestructible tomb wasn't built properly; It formed cracks, causing the preserving gas to leak out. As a result, the Anacondrai were awakened, only to find themselves trapped; The openings weren't large enough for them to fit through. So freedom was just tantalizingly out of their grasp, and it was that mockery of freedom that awakened, and ultimately doomed them. Despite the tomb's structural flaws, the combined strength of the Anacondrai wasn't enough to widen the gaps or break it open.

They tried everything; They tried slimming down, even forcing and breaking their bodies through. They tried screaming for help but there was nobody for miles to hear them. The Anacondrai even sent hatchlings out through the cracks, children small enough to get through. They desperately hoped these infants might be able to find help, but alas, all of them died of starvation before they could find help, or were picked off by local wildlife. Maybe even killed on sight by humans who thought they were just ordinary snakes.

I've hc'ed the Anacondrai as naturally voracious, due to Pythor as a precedent. Similarly, I've hc'ed that their venom causes a person to slowly starve to death, with their metabolic functions messed up by the venom so that even if they ate food, they wouldn't absorb the nutrients; A pretty terrible way to go, and some may argue karmic for the Anacondrai.

Anacondrai are powerful and strong, but they have massive appetites in order to fuel such strength. They tried to stave off starvation, but eventually they had to resort to cannibalism, drawing straws and whatnot to survive. But at some point, their instincts took over, someone cut themselves by accident and blood was smelled. And then there was a feeding frenzy born of madness and desperation, and I should clarify, none of it was their fault nor 'deserved'. Pythor, who was always less of a combatant and a black sheep for this reason, survived because of luck, and because he stayed in a corner and picked off those injured.

Everyone succumbed to their injuries, sans Pythor, who now had an entire feast to sustain himself, but at what cost? And by the time Lloyd found him, he was already running on fumes. The other tribes were lucky; They woke up when their hibernating gases were released through the large, empty, open doors to the tombs. Not through cracks too small for them to fit through.

Did anyone mourn the Anacondrai, outside of Pythor? The other tribes didn't seem to, and that was because the Serpentine tribes already hated one another, and feared the Anacondrai. But I wonder if their genocide was still a rallying cry for many. And of course there was Chen's cult, but it's made clear that they did not really care for the Anacondrai themselves, just the idea of them that they wanted to appropriate.

...Anyhow, do you ever think Wu, Misako, Ray, and Maya (as well as Garmadon and Mystake posthumously) were ever charged for war crimes? Because it fucks me up how Wu was there when the Anacondrai generals pleaded for mercy and WERE at their mercy, but then the humans just chose to be ruthless and cruel by literally banishing them to hell. Garmadon at least has the excuse of evil running through his veins and Mystake, as a former Oni, might still be unlearning stuff (not that this was the intention at the time the scene was written), but the fact that Wu is fine with it, and nobody is called out over it afterwards, indicates all of the humans (including the FSM) were A-okay with it! Jesus. Kind of a far cry from Lloyd willingly risking his life to save Rapton, a human who chose to hunt and torture dragons.

#Ninjago #Anacondrai #Serpentine #headcanon #headcanons #Pythor #pythor p chumsworth

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