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regalityandcoffee · 1 year

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Friendly But Indecent 1/2 (William Regal x OC) 18+

Summary: Part one of two. A friend of Chuck and Wheeler’s, caught between their “fued”, hangs out in the BCC locker room while Wheeler attends a quick ROH conference. Look, this is filth. This is stupid, nasty filth that wouldn't leave my little pea brain until I wrote it down.

Warnings: OC is kind of a bimbo, Teasing, dirty talk, cunnilingus, kissing after cunnilingus, and William being so far out of pocket it's a bit ridiculous.

enjoy? <3

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"Wheelie, are you sure he'll be okay with this?"

"Trust me, he's gonna be cool about it. He likes you!" Wheeler nodded as he swung her bag as they walked down the hall to their locker room. He was a few feet in front of her, walking at a brisk pace as she toddled after him. "He didn't care the last couple times."

"But you guys are always busy with your…uh, feud stuff!" Stella protested. "I can just wait for you in the car or something!"

"No way, it's too cold for that, Bun! Are you scared of him or something?"

"No!" Scared? Of William Regal? No. Intimidated would be more like it. "I just don't wanna be a bother, this is the third time I've been in your-!"

"I've told you, it's no big deal! He knows you're not a spy from Best Friends or something dumb like that. He doesn't mind. Besides you've been on your feet for hours, you gotta sit down at some point."

"My feet do kind of hurt…" she mumbled. Maybe that's what she got for wearing her platform pumps all day; pumps she kept forgetting to buy proper insoles for and were starting to feel like daggers against her feet…

"See? Just sit on the couch and chill and we can hang out afterwards. He doesn't bite, at least I've never actually seen him bite anyone..."

Stella smacked his shoulder. "That's not helpful, Wheelie!"

"Sorry, sorry!"

She picked some lint off of his shirt as they stood in front of the door. A plate had been slid in the front of it.

Blackpool Combat Club.

That seemed to be the name of the group her youngest friend had joined. She just didn't fully understand what it was. She knew it was a group, she knew there were other men in it, but she wasn't exactly sure what they did. All she knew was Wheeler had joined and now Chuck and Trent were mad at him for it. The only other members she had met so far had been Claudio, a kind, tall, well-spoken man with a thick accent, and William, who seemed to be the oldest member of the group… As well as the most attractive.

Shut up, Bunny! she scolded herself as Wheeler opened up the door and held it open for her. She shouldn't be thinking about things like that, especially not about her friend's mentor, who was probably old enough to be her dad. Still, as she sat down on the black leather couch of the locker room she couldn't help it. The last two times she had hung out with Wheeler in BCC’S private locker room had been… strange, to say the least. The way the man looked at he'd, talked to her…

Her purse being tossed onto her lap as Wheeler walked past her snapped her out of her thoughts. Just let it go, it probably meant nothing and you're just being weird… she thought as he pulled a couple of bottles of water out of the mini fridge, flopping down next to her and handing her one.

"Where is everyone else?" She asked as she looked around the empty room. There lay a few bags on the floor or in the cubbies, but the men they belonged to seemed nowhere to be found.

"Mox is somewhere with Eddie, Bryan is at the hotel and Regal is on commentary right now 'cause Claudio has a match." He picked up the remote to the TV on the wall and turned it on. The channel was already fixed to TBS, and just as he said, the tall man was already in the middle of the ring, fighting someone she didn't recognize. However, she did recognize the voice talking over the match.

"Lovely counter from Nese, I'll give him that… overconfident as he may be you cant take anything away from him, the man is skilled, no doubt…right into the crossface-"

"Ohhh, he really sounds like he knows what he's talking about.. " she murmured.

"Yeah, Regal's been wrestling since …forever? He's retired so he mostly trains and scouts now." Wheeler yawned as he looked at his phone.

"Hmmm." She took a sip from her water. Unbuckling the small clasps, she slipped her heels off, then tucked her legs underneath herself. She kept watching, listening to the sound of William’s voice. As cliché and corny as it sounded, it reminded her of butter, the way it was so smooth. But there was something rougher around it's edges. It was deep and strange and she was still getting used to it. But it wasn't at all unattractive. She could never find the right words to explain it… it just made her always look and listen. It felt wrong not to pay attention to what he was saying whenever he spoke.

When he talked, she paid attention. And it was the only thing she paid attentioned to, really. Of course there was no ignoring the wild (and sometimes very violent) things that happened in the ring, but most times she couldn't understand them. There were just so many moves to remember, so many names and rules, sometimes it made her brain hurt just thinking about it all. But the way he explained things so well, like how Claudio escaped from being pinned again and again… he just made everything seem so interesting, so simple.

Ding Ding Ding! The sound of the bell rang, the other man laying in the middle of the ring while Claudio stood tall. The referee raising his hand high.

"And your winner is…Claudio Castignoli!"

"Mr. Maniac, Man with the Mask, its been a lovely, lovely evening. Have a wonderful night!" The camera panned to the commentary desk to see the tall man stand up, taking off his headset and walking to the ramp, leaving with Claudio through one of the tunnels.

And, just like a switch had turned in her brain, she was no longer paying attention, instead turning it back to Wheeler, though she knew there were at least three more matches left on tonight's show.

"Where do you wanna go after this? Taco Bell, Sonic, Burger King-"

She shook her head. "Nuh uh, I had Burger King yesterday with Chuckie and Trent, my tummy still hurts just thinking about it…"

Wheeler rolled his eyes. "I forgot that's where you we're last night. Let me guess, you let Trent pick where to go?"

She smacked his arm again. "I saw that!"

"Ow!"

"You said you wouldn't roll your eyes or be mean when I talk about the boys!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about! I did nothing of the sort!" Wheeler put has hand over his chest, batting his eyelashes.

"I'll pinch you, Wheelie," she raised a hand, squinting her eyes at him. "I swear, I'll do it!"

"You're bluff- Ow! Alright, sorry. I promise I won't do it again!" he scooted away, raising his hands. "Geeze, you and those damn acrylics…"

Stella huffed, looking down at her pink nails. "I'm sorry, too. I'll stop hitting you now. I wish you guys would just stop arguing though, its been, like, two months."

"I know." He shifted in his seat, scratching the back of his head before his eyes darted back to the TV "Oh, look, it's Athena, I forgot she had a match tonight…"

She didn't get it, she just didn't get it. She wished he or Chuck would just explain it to her instead of changing the subject all the time. It wasn’t Wheeler’s fault he wanted other friends, right? Wasn't that what this was about? Wasn't that why they were upset with him for joining BCC? Or maybe it was another wrestling thing she just didn't get. Either way, she wish she didn't have to bounce back and forth between the two boys.

The sound of the handle jiggling directed Stella's eyes to the door. Her ears perked at the sound of a familiar voice.

Regal!

Claudio entered the room first, still sweaty from his match, jacket tossed over his shoulder. Admittedly, at closer glance, he was incredibly attractive. And yet the older man who came in after him still had her complete attention.

"Well, well, it seems we have a visitor." He stopped behind an armchair. He leaned against the back instead of flopping down in it like the man who came in before him.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Regal, you remember Stella, right? We were just hanging out here until you guys came back."

She nodded, giving the man a small wave as she watched him. Instinctively, a hand went to her hair, suddenly wanting to take out her compact to give herself a once-over.

"I was wondering where you went off to. I hope you two weren't too bored in here by yourselves…" he trailed off as his eyes caught hers.

"Oh, Bun, you know Claudio too, right?" Wheeler asked, nudging her. Instead of saying anything remotely intelligent, all she could do was nod, and luckily the man in question nodded back as he unwrapped his wrist. She broke her attention away from Regal to look back to the TV. And the purse in her lap, her shoes on the floor, anything to avoid getting lost in his hypnotic gaze.

Again.

"Ms. Wilson. It's good to see you again." William said as Wheeler got up and passed Claudio a bottle of water.

"Y-you too, Sir." Why oh why did his voice always sound even better up close? So deep, with a bit of a rumble, yet soft. And that damn accent…

"That ought to get Nese off my back for a bit, cocky son of a bitch…" Claudio mumbled to himself as he wiped his face with a towel. "Yuta, are you ready for the press conference? I'm thinking of skipping it, to be honest…"

"The pr- yeah! But it's not until Friday anyway, right?"

"Friday? Dude, it's tonight."

"Shit, tonight? Why are they doing it tonight?" Wheeler hopped up, frantically looking around.

Claudio shrugged. "Hell if I know, just to get it out of the way, I guess?"

"Damn it, it starts at nine thirty, right? Where the hell is my belt!?"

"It's in your bag, Wheels," Stella pointed to one of the duffels on the floor.

"Oh, thanks Bun. How the hell did I forget that quick?" He mumbled as he dug for it, tossing the shiny title belt over his shoulder.

"Are you okay? Do you need help with anything?" She offered. Though she knew there wasn't really much she could help with. What was she gonna do? Stall the conference with a lecture on lace fronts?

"Nah, I got this. I'll be right back, I hope. Hey, Regal, can Stella hang out here until I get back?"

What? She turned her head to the older man. He hadn't seemed to take his eyes off her the entire time they were talking, watching her from over Claudio's shoulder almost like he was in some sort of trance. He still seemed to be transfixed on her, finally blinking as he sat upright. He smiled, and for the first time she noticed the pretty dimples he had.

"Of course she can! And in that case, I suppose I'll stay here and wait with her. It's impolite to leave a young lady waiting all alone, you know."

Huh?! Well, at least Claudio was staying too, right? At least she wouldn't be completely alone with him….

At least, that's what she had hoped. The man in question looked behind him at Regal, then back to her, something unreadable in his gaze.

"Actually, maybe I will go. You know, to scout the competition…" he stood up, stretching a bit. He seemed to be fighting back a smile as he turned away from her.

Don't leave me alone with him! She wanted to yell as she watched Wheeler move to follow him to the door. "Do you need me to do anything? A touch up or something?" She asked, tugging Wheeler’s sleeve as he passed by. She stood up, blood almost rushing to her head.

"What, are you calling us ugly?" Wheeler brought a hand to his chest again, a look of fake-indignity on his face.

"No!" She pouted as he laughed. He put his hands on her shoulders and she slowly sat back down. She ignored William, who seemed to be fighting back a laugh as he helped Claudio buckle up his own shiny belt around his waist.

"I'm kidding. Just stay here, 'kay?? You just got off work! Sit for a bit and then we'll get tacos or something, I promise."

"Okay…" she nodded. She tried not to let her shoulders slump as she pouted up at him.

"Then maybe you can make me over later since you clearly think I need it…" he laughed as Claudio opened the door for him and he stepped through, making his way down the hall.

"Don't make me pinch you again!" She called after him. She crossed her arms, settling back into the couch.

"Have fun, and behave yourselves, boys." William nodded to them.

"You too, Sir." Claudio nodded at him, winking before he shut the door behind him. The door shut with a loud click, and soon the room was quiet, with just the hum of the vents and the sounds of the announcers on the TV filling the space.

That was so weird. Why did he say that and then wink? What was so-

"Ahem."

Oh. Oh no. She looked back and almost jumped out of her skin as Regal had made his way over to the couch. He towered over her, and she had no choice but to look up.

"I believe the seat next to you is no longer taken, right, Ms. Wilson?"

"Huh? Oh, ye-yeah."

"Would you mind if I took Wheeler’s place, just until he returns?"

"Um, sure- I mean no! Go ahead, Sir." She scooted over a bit as he sat down.

Good lord.

William was much larger in person than he seemed on camera. He wasn't simply tall, he was broad and thick and just… big. Sometimes she spent way too much time watching him on TV. It was hard not to notice the way his waistcoat was buttoned up tight around his middle, the way his shirts and jacket fitted over his arms and the way his slacks hugged at his backside and thighs. He was just… big. And now that she was once again at his side it was making her stomach do flips.

There was no longer avoiding the feeling that just being in the same room with him gave her. He was just so…what was the word? She struggled for it as she watched him turn the volume of the TV down. She caught a whiff of his cologne just as he moved his arm. God, he even smelled delicious.

"You'll have to forgive young Wheeler for such an oversight, he's under a lot of pressure as Pure Champion, though it's still odd for him to forget such an important date."

Stella nodded as she tucked her legs back underneath her, tugging the hem of her skirt back down over her thighs. That was another thing she didn't understand; what did Pure Champion mean? It couldn't mean only Wheeler alone was champion, because Claudio and that other man -Samoa Joe was his name, maybe- also had belts! So what did it mean? Should she have asked before? Would she sound dumb if she asked now?

"Did you have a good day of work today, Ms. Wilson?"

"Uh, yes."

"That's good."

"Stella, by the way."

"Hmm?" The man looked over at her. Tilting his head.

"I mean- you can call me Stella, Sir, I don't mind."

"Stella…Stella it is, then. Would you like to start calling me William then, sweetheart?"

Sweetheart? Sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart….

"I can if you want me to, Mr. Regal," she said after too long of a pause.

“I’d be honored, Stella.”

They sat, watching more of the show, her pretending to pay attention and him seemingly genuinely interested.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?"William asked, as if he could tell she was nervous. He looked her in the eyes. "Is there something on your mind?"

“Nuh uh…” Sweetheart… sweetheart… why had it gone to her head so fast? Why was it getting so hard to think? He smiled softly, and she had to look away, it was making her brain short-circuit. He was so… he’s so... she tried to shake off the thought, picking up her bottle and drinking slowly… until he asked a question that startled her.

“Do you like it when I call you sweetheart, Bunny?”

“Huh?” she missed her mouth this time, spilling water on her pink top and a bit on her matching cropped blazer. “Oh, damn it!”

"Oh goodness, dear, are you alright?" His voice was quiet and full of concern for her. "Come, let me help you."

“I’m okay… it’s just a little bit of water…” she mumbled, feeling the cold already seeping through her shirt. She looked around for any tissues. Just as she was about to reach for the box the table, to her surprise, on the table, to her surprise, he took out a handkerchief and began to dab at the wet spot on her chest.

"There we are, sweetheart," he murmured. "Poor dear, did I startle you? You shouldn't be letting an old man like me get to you..."

She didn't answer, looking away as she felt the pressure of his hand against her chest, feeling herself getting more and more turned on with every movement and passing second. “It’s fine…”

William looked at her face in her eyes. "Oh, sweetheart…" His hand slowed slightly, and the corner of his lips curled into a small smile, though his eyes still seemed concerned. "Are you nervous?" He noticed how she hasn't answered while holding his handkerchief against her chest to dry it off. William leaned in, ever so slightly, so that the fabric of his jacket was up against her touching, her just a little bit as he looked to see her face.

"No...I..." She stuttered. This man had her nerves all over the place. His touch and voice was enough to make all her thoughts disappear. He had such an effect on her and he didn't even have to try. Her face felt hot, her hands were shaking, and she was in serious danger of messing up her edges, the way she was sweating so much…

"Poor dear... biting your lip like that..." He murmured... he brought his face closer, his breath on her neck. "I should apologize now, sweetheart. I should have just told you my intentions from the get-go instead of teasing you so much."

Oh. Oh.

So she hadn't been imagining it! He'd been flirting with her this whole time! She couldn't believe what was happening. She was frozen in place. Her mind was completely blank. Every time a thought came to her she felt it being blocked by his touch.

"Your intentions?” She heard herself speak.

"I've wanted you alone for quite some time, dear. You're just so... adorable."

"What do you want with me...?" She couldn't bring herself to ask the other questions she had. Instead, she just stared at the handsome man in front of her who had completely hijacked her mind.

“Several things, but only if you let me…” William hummed.

"Please?" Stella whispered.

Whatever he had in mind was probably a bad idea. She had no idea how old he was, maybe just ten or twenty years older or even twice her age. Plus, he was Wheeler’s mentor and the leader of the group Chuck and Trent hated. It was dumb, it was dangerous, it was indecent. But…

God, was he fine…

He smiled as he moved her hand and fondled her breast through her blouse, seemingly relishing the little whimper that slipped from between her glossed lips.

Stella whined as his hand slid past her underwear and felt her, his fingers pressing against her pussy and rubbing her through what little the pink thong she was wearing covered. "You poor girl… have you been sitting here soaking wet this whole time? Let me take care of that."

He stood up, and she watched as he moved the table a bit. "That is, only if you want me to..."

She was speechless. She was so far gone that she couldn't even form the thoughts in her mind to say no. She couldn't believe this was happening. She had never felt like this before. So helpless, so mesmerized, so… aroused. She was frozen in place, only able to stare up at his beautiful face and his beautiful smile. It was wild how a man so much older than her had her in such a trance.

“Uh…uh huh…” was all she could manage, nodding as he pushed her skirt up and slipped her panties down her legs. What was he thinking of doing? More importantly, when was the last time anyone had done whatever he was thinking of doing to her?

"You're just too sweet, dear. So sweet…" He murmured as he kneeled in front of her. He tucked a hand under her calf and brought her leg up to rest on his shoulder. "We don't have long, Bunny, so just be good for me, okay?" He looked up at her, his eyes seemed warm and sincere, but even in her haze, she could see the lewd glint in them.

She looked away as William’s face went between her legs and against her pussy, the wet flesh of his tongue making its way between her lips. She covered her mouth with her hand as he kissed her up and down, adding his tongue to the action pressing in so deep his nose brushed up against her clit again and again.

"Are you alright dear?” he murmured against her. Stella fought back a whine and tried not to not to squirm as he slowly pressed his finger into her, taking his time, then slowly thrusting them back and forth, tongue lapping at her clit. She nodded quickly, struggling to find words that weren't just “Oh fuck,” or “God, please…”.

His lips were now around her bundle of nerves, sucking against her. She whimpered out loud, thighs quivering as she tried not to move too much.

His hand gripped her thigh as he sucked at her, her hips moving a bit against his mouth “Will…” His fingers teased her as her breath hitched, slowly, achingly pumping back in forth in her, the sound of her wet lush could be heard over the soft noise of the tv. She tried not to squeeze his head between her thighs as he crooked his fingers in her, brushing against that one, precious spot… “Fuck…”

“Do you need me to stop, sweetheart?” his hand reached up and found hers, giving it a squeeze. The sight of him looking up at her from the floor almost brought her to her knees herself.

She shook her head, free hand gripping the edge of the sofa instead of tugging at his gorgeous hair like she really wanted to. She couldn’t comprehend exactly how she felt, all she knew was that if he stopped-

“No, no no no-” she panted desperately as she bucked her hips against his pretty face, gripping his hand tighter. “Please…” he groaned against her as he nodded and continued.

Her eyes shut tight as she struggled to stay quiet, her toes curling as her thighs quivered. He quickened the motion of his fingers in her, the combined stimulation making her tear up, a knot in her lower stomach growing tighter and tighter, there was no way she wasn't close. She tossed her head back, eyes shut tight. She could feel her clit swell between his lips as an even stranger feeling overtook her, something dripping from her aching pussy, herself losing it even more as his thick fingers moved in her and against her.

She moaned shakily into her hand as her clit began to pulse and throb, and she began to see stars. Her hips slowed against his face and he finally came up for air. Stella tilted her head forward, gasping, and slowly opened her eyes, just as he had placed a hand on the couch for purchase as he steadied himself on his knees and toes. Oh my god, she thought as she watched him wipe at his face with his handkerchief. She really made a mess, didn’t she? She watched as he wiped something glistening off his chin. She looked down at the slick mess on her inner thighs. As if he had noticed, he let out a chuckle and took a few tissues out, wiping at her thighs for her.

“Oh, poor Stella…” William murmured as he finished. She squeaked as he gave her clit a soft flick just before he stood up to stand between her legs, a tent beginning to grow between his own, at least from her point of view. He walked behind the couch to dispose of the tissues in the trash. “I did all that to you, didn’t I?”

She nodded, still struggling to find words. All of that…especially…when was the last time anyone made her come like that? And all over his face too…

“May I kiss you, sweetheart?” he murmured, as he leaned down, a hand moving to cup the back of her neck. She nodded, and once again her thoughts were silenced by him. His lips were softer than she ever thought, and she moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue, on his lips, but she didn’t mind at all. He pulled away quicker than she’d like him to, trademark smirk now back on his lips.

“What a pretty sight you are, Miss Wilson,” the man chuckled, he stepped forward, tilting her chin up. Calm but calculating eyes looked her over. He brought a kiss to her forehead, then her lips. “Absolutely adorable, you are.”

He stood up and took something out of his jacket pocket. Her thong! Face feeling hot, she reached for it, pouting when he raised it above her head. William smiled down at her, tilting her chin up with one hand while holding her panties up in the air with the other. "Not so fast dear.. I think you know what you have to do to get these back, don't you?"

She shook her head, confused.

"Meet me in my room, as soon as you're done hanging out with young Wheeler. But only if you wish. If not, I'll give these right back..."

"Your room?" said Stella quietly. She probably looked to be in such a state since her mind had practically shut off completely. She looked at William with some uncertainty, but it quickly went away once she saw the sincerity in his pretty blue eyes. She nodded her head slowly. The situation wasn’t something she needed to think hard about.

Plus, she needed that thong back. Victoria’s Secret wasn’t cheap.

He smiled, and tucked the pink thong back into the inner pocket of his suit, then pulled out a room key. “You're staying at the same hotel as we are, correct? I'm in room 319. Again, you can decline at any time, my sweet.”

She nodded, taking the room key and putting it in her purse, away from her phone so it wouldn't erase itself. "I'll g-go..."

“Good girl, I’ll be sure to make it that we have a fantastic night tog-…”

She let out a squeak at the sound of a knock at the door, and quickly made to pull her mini skirt back down over her thighs. As she did, William walked over to the door, adjusting himself through his slacks as he did. He looked over his shoulder to make sure she was dressed, giving her a wink, before unlocking and opening the door.

Wheeler stumbled back in, looking frazzled. "God I hate doing interviews. You okay, Bunny?" He looked over at Stella. She nodded quickly as he walked over to her. “Oh, what happened to your shirt?”

“I just spilled some water, it’s fine, I’ll change later,” she said quickly.

Claudio, flopping back down in the chair he had first sat in, looked at her with a knowing glint in his eye. “ Did you two have a good time while we were away?”

William nodded, once again leaning over the man and putting his hands on his shoulders. “I quite did. Miss Wilson here, is quite the talker.” he gave her another wink just as Wheeler turned around to face her.

“That's good!” Wheeler nodded, helping Stella to her feet. "C'mon Bunny, let's go get something to eat and watch a movie. Are you guys gonna wait for Bryan and Mox?”

“Yeah,” Claudio nodded, and William did the same.

Stella grabbed Wheeler’s shoulder, supporting herself with his arm as she put her heels back on. She put her purse over her shoulder and gave William one last look before following Wheeler out the door.

“I look forward to seeing you again, Miss Wilson.” his voice almost stopped her in her tracks.

“You too, Mr. Regal,” she said without turning around, letting Wheeler close the door. The younger man followed her down the hall.

“See, I told you he doesn’t bite!” he laughed, giving her a playful shove.

“I know, I know…” she mumbled.

Kiss, suck, and tease her to hell and back? Yes.

Bite? No. At least, he hadn’t yet.

But maybe that would change, later into the night…

~ To be continued~

#william regal #william regal x oc #william regal smut #william regal imagine #bcc era

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milkstoner · 1 year

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CONSIDER: mallesil dadson. before you throw tomatoes at me… 1. We don’t know how old mal is so he can be old as hell + he considers himself a “grown man” 2. Malleus witnessed much of silver’s childhood.

im having much fun imagining the post mal ob dynamics so let’s just establish my idea of what happened at nrc

1. silver learned he was a stolen human prince from a kingdom briar valley fought with. he was pretty much held prisoner by lilia, but really… he raised him as his son

2. silver turns his blade on malleus because a) his family ordered for silver to be locked away in the forest b) he threatened Lilia’s life w that whole stunt c) he is overwhelmed and enraged d) mal’s family p much altered silvers fate w like, evil intentions

3. after it’s over lilia and mal bitterly part ways. same with silver, but he has nowhere to go. he still loves his father very much… he cant bring himself to hate malleus, either… bc he loves malleus :{ and bc he understood that mal didn’t have control over silver’s kidnapping

silver is still 17, aka not an adult yet, when lilia makes the stupid, irresponsible decision to retire and leave for a faraway land —> silver is an orphan again. i think it would make sense for lilia to trust malleus to take care of silver. mal pulls a roman empire nepotism move and adopts silver to

1. ensure he has somewhere to belong and people to care for him (mal and the castle’s servants

2. guarantee silver will stay with him

3. GUARANTEE SILVER WILL STAY WITH HIM.

there were papers, lilia willingly signed them; silver belongs to malleus.

now, when he turns 18, he’s free to go wherever he wants, but still, he remains, legally, malleus’ son now, even tho he never felt in his soul that he was. lilia is his father and he always will be. he can’t even bring himself to react to anything… he accepts that he’s been adopted but oh my god does it fuck with his head. he doesn’t know his real father—he was stolen from him. the father he adores and swore his life to… gave him away. and now, legally, the king of the valley owns him… silver is prince of the wrong kingdom.

silver still stubbornly acts as malleus’ retainer—it’s muscle memory for him to protect mal. it makes him feel sick bc the knowledge of his true origins means he was not meant to fulfill this role, but he can’t help it bc he is strangely devoted to mal (he’s in love)

their relationship being father/son on paper adds a layer of nastiness to their relationship… does malleus truly see a son in silver? … no, not at all, but if they ever get intimate, oh you know he’ll bring it up just to be a pervert.

bonus… silver alternating between “master” and “father” when referring to malleus oh goodness

#malleus draconia #twisted wonderland #twst #malleus twst #twst malleus #mallesil #twst silver #silver twst

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evaunit-00 · 7 months

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posting a lot today bc i am BORED As fricK!!!!!! but i did my makeup in the bathroom and then sat outside and an old man was out there with me and it said no smoking but he was like do u mind …ill put it out if anyone else comes out…….and i said no of course not baby <3 i didnt actually say that but that was the tone i gave i think . i also saw a dog wearing a matching work vest as his owner and turns out hes the airport therapy dog?? pretty neat to me!! anyways i have just been doing laps back and forth bc i cannot sit still for more than 20 minutes but its so fun Looking at people like boy oh boy do i love Looking At People. lots of smexies in the airport today ill tell you that! and im one of em!!!! maybe the smexiest??? whos to say……. I definitely have the prettiest hair :3

also funny story my hair was accidentally light blue instead of light purple bc im fucking stupid (trust) but i had the genius idea of adding pink to the leftover diluted blue dye i had and just plopped it on in the shower and it made such a pretty color it makes me feel so awesome !!!!!!!!!!! like i feel like a fairy :) its awesome :)

ohuuhhhhhh my head is starting to hurt oh noooo idk if i need more csffiene or more water or more food hmmmmmmmmmmmmm. anyways. 3 more hours until i see my sweet julie girl :3 and like 20 hours until i MEET my sweet annie girl :3 so excited :3

do u see what happens when im not being texted 24/7 i have to do this! i have to just talk! anyways another thing i wanted to say. i find bronn to be……extremely sexy………idk if fhats an unpopular opinion but like that dude is so ridiculously hot in like. a nasty dirty way…..as i get older im realizing i appreciate the hotness and sexiness of men sooooo much more than i used to and im a better person for it (real).

blog #10373 over

edit: jk came to say i just watched s1 e9 <3 such a baller end scene seriously so badass and awesome even tho it hurts a little bit….but it was for the good of the series. the first time i watched that episode i was jaw dropped for like 5 minutes just staring at the black screen

cant wait for the wedding !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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mr-sturgeon · 3 months

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Why I cant look at a Sturgeon in the eyes Sturgeon Sity

It was a cold night, January 24th 1996. I had just gotten home from janitoring in the winter and was tuckered out, man. A long day of backbreaking work cleaning up, uh… I mean maybe not cleaning up, maybe more like, uhh… I don't know. Gray matter is being eaten by brooms. I changed out of my nasty coveralls, which were only nasty because I (Johnathan Michael Nasty) was wearing them alll day like a stinky boy, and rolled into bed, tucking myself in. My beloved wife Broomhilda was in bed next to me and she went " ". Jarred by her words, I turned to look at her. "Sturgeons? Really? This far inland and away from lakes? I don't believe you for a second." She further insisted, saying " ". A bit irritated at her words and her persisting in bringing up this matter, I angrily pull the cord on the bedside lamp, turning it on and rolling over onto my other side to look my wife in the eyes. Only then did I realize.. "H-hey, you're… y-you're not my wife." She then hyperrealistically contorted her suspiciously sturgeon-like face into a hyperrealistic grin. Then she revealed her hyperrealistic truth; her sturgeon-esque appearance was a result of being born as a sturgeon and lying to me about being my wife for the past 30 minutes because he is actually a gay male sturgeon who has broken into my home and eaten my wife and put on her clothes hyperrealistically. He then made me a sturgeon.

That's why, you should never trust sturgeons at 3AM…

25 years later, Anchorage, Alaska Little Babyman River

Blub. Blub. I blub in peace. All of a sudden, a crunching sound, followed by a rustling in the bushes not 20 feet to the eastern bank of the river, takes my peace like a vial of childlike joy and whimsy and crushes it with a big stinking mean hammer like employment. I fix my eyes on the bushline. Out of the shadowy thrush bursts the figure of a man. It only takes me a moment to recognize him. It's Sensei Wu, Ninjago Master. My trainer. He reaches out a wrinkly clubbed-fingered hand into my freezing cold waters as a greeting, trying to shake my awesome big cool hand fin thing where my gills is at kind of a little bit near that area I would reasonably suppose. Immediately frostbite from the cold Alaskan waters takes two of his old pruney geriatric members and the currents hurriedly splash them away into the deep blue place we know as "the c." He looks at me and he goes "wassup lil man boy i gotz the task fo you boyz i mean just like holup gimme a secund lesten to dis boy i mean like fo real lil man cmon check it chang liu has taken over the world and nobody can beat him… except for you." i look at him and i go "no can do, Sensei. I'm retired." "would you do it for a scooby snack" "arf arf" then we won also im a man again and not a sturgeon. or…

#this is written by a friend of mine do not expect this to be like a normal thing #we both decided to try to distribute this as far as possible #creepypasta

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d3monslust · 3 years

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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 - 𝐀.𝐃.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Only setting up traps for them , Andy didn't see any of this coming

𝐖𝐂 : 3,151

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: pregnancy, mentions of miscarriage & abusive relationships , cheating , manipulation , violence

𝐀/𝐍 : tumblr deleted the original and I thought for couple of minutes I haven’t backed it up to the point I had a panic attack :) also I worked really hard for this , any kind of interaction is appreciated!!

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Every story has a happy ending , where the villain gets defeated and the heroes win , but in eden , no one could recognize the corruption and the decent. Everyone hid their darkest and filthiest desires deep down inside them , in their abyss of their souls . Andy knew that , from first hand . He was still getting to know the place , the idle juveniles laying in the sandy beaches , the laughs of the middle aged men echoing through the thickness of the trees’ leaves . A literal paradise ... with no God .

Dolan had promised his wife to keep her safe, and eventually after his decadence , he was more fazed than anything . Their inseparable form could be made out from kilometers ago, their vivid and full of life auras leaving hints of sunshine from time to time . Winning the couple of the year and being stunned was not in their plans but the did not dodge it . Until Dolan started venturing at inexcusable bars , reciprocal pink lipstick decorating one side of his neck while he reclined next to his bond , mumbling about his ambiguous accomplishments. He had her to the point , Mariah felt overwhelmed. The weight of his nifty assets , the gravitas of his clumsy , yet anticipated acts made her scream and wince .

But Mariah David Dolan , did not intend on giving up so easily , only because her husband was demonstrating his incompetent self . Haphazardly, or not , the female found herself at Sherlock’s , who fasty evaluated and corrupted all of her nasty problems . Taken the right measurements, Mariah decided to treat themselves to a dinner , the brunette averting his gaze back from his laptop to his wife. “Did something happen ?” Mariah never cooked , even at special , “crowded” occasions , she wouldn’t lay a finger at the metallic kitchenware . “No . I just though about all the work you’re recently hooked with. A nice dinner with your wife would help you blow off some steam” smirking at the fit of the last words, she left Dolan alone, drowning in his intellectually safe thoughts.

The capriciousness of the vexing atmosphere made the couple exchange some absurd looks. With Andy being the always tired one, sexual intercourse was lost long ago . “Something you would like to say ?” “No .” She went for a debate , any sort of the key for relationships , communication. If that clink unraveled , there would be no sweet salvation for the married couple . “Well , I want to say something.” Andy whispered a silent “go on” as one of their housekeepers wiped off him some of the pasta’s sauce . “I’m pregnant .” the brunette almost choked at the hear , she couldn’t be . “What ?” voice so small , the trait of vulnerability showing .

The fraction made his stomach toss and turn with anticipation, his dreams for the unknown slowly falling apart . “I’m pregnant on the 3rd month .” eyes infested with fury , the blue like sea color dissipated. “And when were you planning on telling me , hm ? When the waters would broke ? Or when the bump would start to show ? Or when you couldn’t fucking miscarriage?” his excessive, painful words ventured to withhold her insurmountable fury . Unceremoniously, his unbeatable character almost took back his sharp words , the marvel Mariah always waited for could intervene their scold and corrupt his grudge . Albeit she had cried and prayed for that baby to come , her husband didn’t yearn it .

“Did you talk to the gynecologist? Can you ?” he stated chastely , reclining his tensed back to the chair . Who could envision Andy Dolan with a child ? The reluctance became vexing , the tension had to be dwindled if she wanted to keep that inexcusable -for him- child . “Yes . We ... discussed and he said that I cannot ... get rid of it .” her unconvincingly words passed from the one ear to the other . He abruptly threw his crystal glass at the respective wall , agitating the woman to run to clean the mess . The hot , ambiguous tears wetting her cheeks . “Cant you just love me ?” she mumbled , her fasty movements elicited a cut from the sharp glass . She hissed at the pain , she wanted to resemble the perfect , sincere , housewife Andy pleased . To conquer the theme , so as to stand next to him with all her lucid pride while clutching his right hand .

And the things became even worse , chaos consuming the island , darkness drowning the residents . But the worst was Andy’s behavior shift . The unintelligible man faltered and his intriguing about his serene family faded , woefully leaving only his malice and possession . Fighting with his own demons , his rigid and virile facade came and ended up resented . The 24-hour absence of the paternal figure made the child cope with egregious insults and quarrels . Curling up in her little bed , her hands covering the ears as not to listen his beloved parents . Was her the reason they fought every night ? And as the family withered , Andy prepared to hit with sweet and sour vengeance .

“Please ...” the woman begged , the tears blocking her already blurry vision . Fatigue in her system degenerating, she tried to refrain this , but Dolan’s wrath could not be avoided . “Please what , hm ? You had a fucking debt ! Look after that damned child . And I swear to god Mariah ^ if something had happened to my daughter!” he scolded . “Oh come on ! Stop acting like you care ! You never did ... you never cared about your family .” His intimidating methods would usually work , and if not he would try for the vicious skin-to-skin contact . Slapping her and looking her terribly weak silhouette, squirming and crying under him . She remained frigid , not wanting to get that answer , Mariah ran to the basement , advancing around the marble halls like a lost puppy . Andy rubbed his stressed temple , waiting for his own kind of wonder to come and take him from this type of hell . The paradise where demons are hidden .

Andy never wanted to become one of them. That vicious, hungry, creatures . Demons . The olds said that if somebody approached the North river he would see a little red creature . A graceful , gorgeous demon . That was bullshit , demons didn't exist , his friend Michael had told him , that poor man - he had taken the subject of claiming to be the Antichrist of the end times too thick . He ended up at an asylum - good man , sick brain . “What are you thinking ?” . God , or whoever , heard him sent him his guardian angel . The nifty woman was everything he wished for . A real living angel . And that chaste, naive flirt shifted into this; whatever that was.

“Nothing to be honest . But let’s not talk about me , hmmm ?” the girl nodded heartily . Y/N had found her person , the one she could trust and never receive betrayal , the one she could cry at and talk about her insurmountable problems . Their meeting was casual - one , two drinks exchanged , some additional winks and the saccharine act of sex to help Y/N realize her feelings. When she was with him , the blithe and sybarite feeling would bloom inside her , becoming as beautiful as a sanguine rose . She chuckled at his works , could describe him as selfless ? No . But to her ... yes . Her despondent self hid his abusive and possessive persona . For her eyes and only , Andy Dolan was a god , innocent and perfect . “I wanted to ask about ... the divorce ? When are you two signing it ?” he had to be astute and answer handily . But they answer was always the same “Oh sweetheart, don’t worry . Mariah is a bit pertinacious but I’ll persuade her , okay ?” and she would fall at the trap , again .

“You’re always answering the same !” maybe today she would revolt and fortunately leave the poisonous love of Andy’s . His eyes shone dangerously, he didn’t want to do this . “Y/N’s not like Mariah” he would remind himself , but the poor girl was sticking her nose almost everywhere . “Aren’t you pleased , hm ? I took you from that fucking clinic , I helped you withdraw and this is your thank you ? I’m disappointed in you , Y/N .” his esoteric character on sight again . His cogent and invidious words caused the sentient girl spill the salty water . The male disdaining to help or comfort . “You deserve this anyway .” she stumbled back , her apprehension increasing whilst seeing him standing up from the bed . That absurdity had to stop , but he had saved her and it was her time now .

As Andy returned home , and the futile try to persuade his wife about the divorce exhausted him , he found himself at his daughter’s room . Observing her sincere and innocent moves . “Daddy ?” “Yes , Baby ?” his far-fetched sweet talk made the two smile in sync . The blonde’s smile making daddy crack . “Can I tell you something?” Andy nodded , hoping the child wouldn’t have read any of his recreational messages . “Mommy told me the reason she doesn’t want you two to break up !” his eyes lit up at her appendix . Perhaps it was the money or the child but anyway - Andy had to know . “What’s that ?” patting his lap for the girl to sit , Hera made herself comfortable at the warmth of his legs . “She said that she won’t let you fool around with every individual who has two holess.” “She said what ?!?!” “Yes , yes but what did she mean when she said “every individual with two holes .” ?” “Not now , Hera .” he quickly placed the kid down , as she sulked at her daddy’s extraordinary behavior.

By the time Andy stated the predicament , Mariah had ruminated on her terms . She should have said this , fuck she really shouldn’t . Her dull and attention-seeking words pushed her husband’s last buttons . “Are you fucking braindead ? What was that you said to my daughter ?!” she knew where that debate would end up . Condescendingly , she wrapped her arms around his neck . Her touch-starved grating amusing his carnal urges . Not wanting to dwell on the situation , Andy let it happen . Her amorous posture , the well-med hair , how didn’t he feel it coming ? Her hands traveling at his shirt’s buttons while Andy’s fingers went for her top . Discarded clothing were soon decorating the floor of their kitchen . His greed for more would eat him up one day . And he waited - patiently and calmly for that day . Her tenuous dominance caused waking up his boredom. But his prurient mind , thought otherwise.

She licked his upper lip , Andy letting her tongue slip into his mouth . The sloppy kiss turning into something more passionate, more loving . “I’ve missed this .” she mumbled in between breaths , making a smirk plaster on Dolan’s face . “I’ve missed you .” he hushed her by kissing her , the loving , lingering kiss making butterflies fly in her stomach . “Andy ?” he groaned at the call , not wanting to eye roll , he approved the question and motivated to go on . “Do you love me ?” “Yes. Only you . And no one else . I know things are hard right now but I’ll make it up to you.”

Bare bodies tangled . Two bodies in one . His hips snapped viciously at hers , hand grabbing a harmful fist of hair . Abruptly pulling it back , making Mariah hiss at the sudden contact of pain . The persona she would only see , not even Y/N , the sadistic one . Her head touching his sweaty torso , the tears in her eyes strengthening his stamina . The coil in her stomach tightened and as the loved noticed it - his hands traveled between her puffy lips , toying with her little bud . “I’m .... im-” her muffled cries interrupting her . “I know baby . Cum , cum with me .” and the coil in her belly broke synchronized with his . The addicting feeling of euphoria engulfing them both . “You did so well .” his sugary words causing her pride to rise , awaking her love for him . Just like the old times . “I love you , Mariah .” she perched at his tight embrace , inhaling his intoxicating scent . “Mhm me too .” she had to savor the moment . Mariah didn’t know what could possibly find her tomorrow .

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And as Andy distanced himself from Y/N, he kept his promise and made up the tangle. At least everything that could be fixed . The insuperable bond they created was ineffable. The somnolent love , almost dead , rose back from the dead . His pernicious and arcane self opened at his therapist . The Dolans couldn’t be happier . Apathy no longer lived between them . No invidious implication wafting around the tensed atmosphere. Just some more scarce , anticipated details and Dolan would finally fall into blithely.

Andy planted the usual good morning kiss on his wife . Excusing himself for his aimless absence on lunch and venturing to the car . The fraction of 2 to months without seeing Y/N, made him tacit. Where was the power Dolan’s hold ? He couldn’t falter, not now. He would withhold and keep things conservative. His conscience screamed no , but he shut it off , not wanting to trust his instincts . Choosing the obliviousness.

Approaching her modern like house , the cars of topical police confused his comprehension. Incompetent to walk inside , albeit he promised not to care - a part which was got circumvented - some of his worry remained to Y/N . “Officer , is she okay ?” the concern in his eyes made the blue - dressed man doubt his accusation . “Sir , are you Mr.Dolan ?” the man let his white scribbling block down , paying full attention to the brunette . “In the flesh .” two more patrols approaching, no feeling of timidity in their eyes . His envision had to be mendacious . A prosaic one , more realistic. “Andy Dolan you are arrested for the murder of Y/N Y/L/N” his conception blurred, everything changing into automatic. His eyes caught the figure of his wife talking to another police man - she wouldn’t? Would she ?

Everything happened so quickly, the metal handcuffs were clutched onto his hand, the ignominious state making him sentient. He would go to prison and there was no denial in that . At least he would leave Eden .

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He had learnt the news . Mariah was in all this . She had been informed about Andy’s illegal affair , not only with women but with drugs , too . On the one side, she had managed to plan her husband’s perfect suicide but the contradiction she received made her tentative. Therefore she visited the professionals . Sherlock’s beneficial - for both Mariah and him- and handily trap got Dolan arrested . They had planned everything, even the littlest detail . The plan was easy , yet complicated.

He would wake up at 7:15 a.m. as always . Head to the kitchen to make his morning coffee , catch up with Mariah who would accidentally leave the house . His phone would remind him about his last meeting with Y/N , where she would end up thing with him . Or what Mariah had decided to do for her . Y/N had left the island months ago when Mrs.Dolan appeared in her house and threatened to kill her and her soon-to-be-born child. As Andy would drive his way , Sherlock would leave his fingerprint everywhere , placing them carefully at the edges of the gun . Next step would be Y/N’s doppelgänger, nice and murdered next to the white rug .

The unbearable route of the dull prison . The thousand of men behind the metal bars , hungry for every kind of fight and sexual intercourse nettled his every atom . Compelling himself not to communicate with anyone , Andy , who had received a life imprisonment lost and the last bit of faith . There was no salvation for him , it never existed . “You have a letter .” the word taking him out of his dwelling thoughts. His family never sent him letters , not that they were coming . Drugs were forbidden, or that was the law applied . “Sender ?” “Unknown .” Andy wasn’t in the mood for playing games . This almost one years in prison erased all of his lenient future. Additionally, alleviating his last mendacious fantasies about life .

Taking the rigid piece of paper , the handwriting of a woman caught his attention . Refraining himself from toring it apart and throwing it to the trash can , he want for abstinence. Cutting the edges with a small knife which used to hide right down his pillow , the form a photo fall on the floor . Inhaling a piece of pure reluctance , Andy took the shiny piece of paper between his hands . The silhouettes of two girls laughing at each other quirked his eye brow . But her ineffable and disheveled beauty stopped his breath . A baby adjoining her side , made him caught the implication . The transparent eligibility to join this family causing him to incandescent. That was his child and his Y/N .

Last thing , eyes traveling at the bottom of the photo

- SHOT WITH NIKON 456 | 6/4/2021 | 7:56 p.m.

And they were alive .

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sanchoyo · 3 years

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danny phantom season 2, episode 17-20 thoughts! finishing up season two! the finale is the THIRD 2-PARTER OF SEASON 2. that's so many! I wonder how many season 3 will have?

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-UERGH WHY DOES VLAD HAVE AN AI WITH MADDIE'S FACE ON IT. SOOO CREEPY. AND MORE 'CREATIONS' waiiiit. vlad is Dr. Frankenstein! (despite his ghost design obviously referencing vampires) HE HAS 'CREATIONS' HE MAKES THEN WONT TAKE REAL RESPONSIBILITY FOR!!! this bitch.

-danny was late and his friends immediately start going off about how hes inconsiderate, and has been treating them like sidekicks??? he just overslept, my god. chill. even if he has, be nicer about talking about it with him?? he really can't help that he sometimes has to chase the ghosts, or has a secret identity to protect...

-'what kind of ghost haunts a miniature golf course' umm. me as a ghost. next question

-imagine going home and theres a tiny child on your bed claiming to be your cousin. with as many cousins I have, I would probably believe her. but the 'ran away from home' BIT....SHES 12?? SHES SO TINY. I hate that they have her belly out in her ghost form, but I like how her colors are asymmetrical. something about her design...maybe the proportions?? are weird to me...anyway danny was good to feed her, but he shouldve taken her to his parents FIRST. or, tbh, probably jazz. (JAZZ DIDNT EVEN GET TO MEET HER!!! NOOO. I mean she said she'll be BACK BUT STILL)

-ANYWAY. shes voiced by AnnaSophia Robb, the girl who was in because of winn dixie, played as violet from charlie and the chocolate factory, and was the girl from bridge to terrabithia. (the movie that made me cry hysterically when I was 12 and I never watched it again because it Broke Me!) thats super cool.

-vlad sucks: the episode, basically. what's new!! I love how he's like, I'm Not A Villain. *immediately cuts to him torturing danny to make him transform, to get mid-transformation DNA, to perfect a Clone.* *immediately shows that he doesnt give a shit about his new daughter Dani and just wants a ''more perfect clone'' and will put her in danger to get that. will let her DIE to get that*

-Dani is danny's clone and is a girl? transgenderism....one of them has to be trans. or they both are.

-dani just. leaving at the end. WHAT? SHES 12. DONT JUST. NO!!! SHE WAS PROBABLY JUST BORN, A MONTH AGO AT MOST, RIGHT?? SHE NEEDS...SOMEWHERE TO LIVE. MONEY? FOOD?? A FAMILY?? AN EDUCATION???! WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S LEAVING!!! OKAY BYE I GUESS!!! D: concern!!!

-the next ep opens with skulker chasing a ghost down. ...does skulker count as a ghost hunter in the way valerie and danny do? I mean, sure, he hunts the good guys too, but he. he hunts ghosts...also, we haven't seen his Real Form since his debut episode! tiny...

-the guys in white are back! ngl, I assumed they were a gag for that one episode. you're telling me they might actually be a threat? ok.

-valerie in her lil nasty burger uniform looks so cute!! glad shes not in that mascot uniform this time. I guess she stopped hiding that she's working there now?

-gregor having white hair, dressed in black and white...and green eyes...sam has a Type, I guess.

-danny being unnecessarily hostile about gregor. danny!!! hes been nice so far. he looks a little...tall to be 14, but. danny doesnt know anything about him! (he does Suspect, but...you cant just spy on people and be rude to them from a hunch.) also, gregor kissed her, and when she freaked out, he was like 'oh no!! sorry, we can take it slow! I understand!' which was NICE. I hate jealousy plots still tho.

-altho. umm. tucker, being concerned about danny spying on them??? SAM AND YOU WERE SPYING ON DANNY AND VALERIE A FEW EPISODES AGO!!!!! im not saying its RIGHT, but dont be a hypocrite!!! AND THEN SAM BEING MAD ABOUT IT, TOO.

-DANNY IS A 7 ON THE SCALE OF ECTOPLASMIC POWER!!! out of 10? so I want to know where the other ghosts rank...I mean it's a list from the guys in white, so, it may not even be accurate, like, they havent seen ALL of his powers, have they?

-Lancer being like 'im not cooperating with the FEDS' until they said they could access his tax records. they already did that joke with jack, but like, its still funny. kings of tax evasion.

-tucker's aggressive third-wheeling. but gregor being super into it. gregor/tucker is the real ship here. then gregor kissing danny on both cheeks after hugging him. bi poly king gregor. (he does turn out to be a liar with a phoney accent. unsurprising, BUT THE CONCEPT OF HIM BEING GENUINE AND THEM ALL DATING IS FUN)

-THE...GUYS IN WHITE THINKING GREGOR IS DANNY PHANTOM. LMAOOO. GET HIS ASS. or,, Elliot. lmfao

-sam saying tucker is part of the package because theyre friends was super sweet <3 but also 'part of the package'...polyships are obviously the solution to these dumb jealousy/love triangle plots.

-danny crashed a whole plane. the collateral damage...

-is he....

-you know....

.... (ITS NOT GAY IF YOU'RE DOING IT TO PRETEND TO BE SOMEONE YOU'RE NOT, AND LIE TO A GIRL. RIGHT? he was getting a little too into pretending to enjoy tucker's company, and the above...c'mon, guy.)

-lmao, freakshow is in actual prison. I didn't expect a follow up, or for him to show back up! in the finale of this season, too!

-THE SICK TATTOO GHOST IS NAMED LYDIA!!! more Lore On her. freakshow seemed genuinely concerned about her. also, is she mute? I don't think she talked the first time we saw her, either. and we didn't know freakshow 'envied' ghosts, either, the first time, we just knew he was controlling them. interesting!

-...they literally stole the infinity gauntlet from marvel and called it the reality gauntlet. is that legal. what the fuck. even with the gems in the lil slots, having different powers...they had freakshow in jail, but didnt check his pockets??! hes just still in his lil outfit??? what kind of ...oh, its in amity park. yeah, all of the adults are idiots, okay, sure.

-'freakshow!' 'in the anemic flesh!' dude take some iron pills then. also, sure, the red eyes could be contacts for his aesthetic, but the whites of his eyes are yellow! does he have jaundice?! he severely needs more...like, every kind of vitamin. (this is what im worried about as freakshow attacks danny with giant robots)

-again, goth circus is a sick theme, and I love his goth train.

-oh FUCK every single person saw danny transform. on a stage. including his parents via TV. oh god. the guys in white and immediately like 'youre coming in for experiments!' SCARY. at least the crowd is willing to help him to escape...perks of now being a local celeb! even the kids at school are accepting :) this is what, the third time his family has found out? its always been an alt timeline tho. and danny fully intending to just rewrite things again instead of...I dunno, trying to roll with it this time? hes really worried his family won't accept him, huh...

-'maybe our son IS THE GHOST BOY, but its not as if our family's ghostly activities have EVER PUT YOUR FAMILIES IN DANGER' maddie. mmmmmmmmmmmm. okay.

-danny 100% prepared to run away from home because of this :( oh :( and saying his parents are 'looking for him, or a scalpel to dissect him with' ouch...

-THE GUYS IN WHITE TRYING TO ARREST A 14 YEAR OLD. fuck da feds.

-side note (another one about voice actors...) freakshow's voice actor, Jon Cryer, was lex luthor in pretty much every DC tv show, which is why I recognized his voice, because my dad loves those shows so I've seen a good bit of them without seeking them out...)

-the old man saying 'hey, i still had minutes left!' and danny saying 'you gotta watch those roaming charges!' about danny destroying the people in the diner's phones so no one could report seeing him...would kids today understand these things. can you even BUY minutes anymore...I remember my first phone being a flip phone, and the fact I always had minutes when my sister ran out super fast, because I didnt have friends calling or texting me like she did...:/

-the fentons being genuinely like 'why didnt danny trust us and tell us this, we love him :(' and JAZZ LAYING INTO THEM WITH THE 'DISSECTION/MOLECULE BY MOLECULE' LINES. LITERALLLLY. they need to apologize

-technically, lydias stronger than you! -jazz lesbianism moments! when did you even learn her name!!! but also get freakshows ass. lydia is also cooler looking. looove her design sm still.

-jazz psychoanalyzing freakshow... (also, her also having ghost envy? au where jazz is a ghost!! id like to see it)

-im glad the kids still got to go to their respective vacation things, even if they cant really stick around and enjoy them much...

-furry: confirmed. (also tucker calling her hot. tucker is a furry confirmed)

-danny being mad someone at the comic con is selling comics of him without permission, lmfao. give him his royalties!

-freakshow > thanos because hes a drama clown and does use his gauntlet to be FLASHY AND DRAMATIC.

-jazz's 'USE PYSCOLOGY' to danny about freakshow LMAOO. AND THEN IT WORKING. but, oh, freakshow's ghost form sucks. I like him as a clown better tbh. good thing danny took away his ghost powers!

-his parents hugging him and saying theyre proud :"( and saying 'of course you lied to us, we never gave you a reason not to!' and saying they were in the wrong basically for always talking about hurting ghosts aaaa :""(

-then he WIPED THEIR MEMORIES AGAIN!!! FUCK. I can understand him wiping the goverments/student bodies' memories, but why his parents?? they were being accepting!! ARGHHH. season 3 couldve been them all trying to adjust to them knowing!

-I know, on a meta level the showrunners probably wanted to just reset things to the status quo of him having a secret identity. But. We've been doing that for (2) seasons, I'd love if season 3 could be like, his parents adjusting to this and trying way harder to learn more and accept it (and the shenanigans that could come from that) and for fun, if he didn't wipe the students memories, it could be him being popular for a while, then everyone slowly realizing, oh, he's still Danny. Like. he might have ghost powers but hes Just The Same Guy instead of putting him on a pedestal (and seeing them all try and help him hide it from the giw/people who don't know!!)

-fuck they didn't even explain WHY he wiped everyone except sam, tucker and jazz's memories. he just Did It right when his parents were saying they loved/accepted him!! and sam and tucker didnt question it at all!!! HELLO??? very annoyed about this turn of events.

-anyway. onto season 3! I know its shorter than the first two seasons, and is the last season... I might just do it in 2 bursts if I can... :3c depends on the episodes' content and how much I want to say about each!

#sanchoyorambles #danny phantom #dp thoughts

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violet-knox · 4 years

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Imagine getting a panic attack in the middle of Potion’s class with Professor Snape

Request: Could you you do a Snape x Reader fic where someone fucks up in his class and it just caught him on a bad day so that launches him on a rampage and he's just chewing this kid out, like really screaming about how incompetent they are when on the other side of the class reader starts having a massive panic attack. Like full on shaking and loudly hyperventilating and she just cant get up to leave cause she's frozen with fear and Snape sees this and is like oh shit I fucked up. Eventually the student just leaves the class not even asking first. Just runs out and doesn't return, leaving him feeling horrible until the student finally returns to class a few days later and he apologizes.

Word Count: 1689

A/N: Thank you @aquananner24 for the request! I hope you enjoy! Also, as mentioned previously, I don’t do romantic or platonic student/teacher relationships so this is NOT a pairing. I also changed the plot a bit and I also made the reader a Hufflepuff, but the idea is still the same. Also also, thought I’d try something a little different this time so this is mostly in Sev’s POV written in third person.

- Preposterous was the only word that could truly sum up this year’s events. How could Dumbledore pick this buffoon over him to teach Defense? All these years he’d been passed over on the position, he’d watched Professor after Professor fail at their post but this had to be the biggest insult yet. Severus had actually ‘taught’ (and he had to use that word loosely) this idiot prancing around as if he was some heroic Wizard to be praised for deeds he likely never had a hand in completing.

- Gilderoy Lockhart. What a joke and perhaps that’s what this was; a practical joke the Headmaster had decided to play to see how many of Severus’ buttons he could press. It was bad enough the Dark Lord’s return had almost come to pass last year, but this- petrified students and a reopening of the Chamber of Secrets, had Severus truly believing the mere presence of the Potter boy to be a menace to the school.

- Already the school had broken into chaos and he wasn’t sure if he would live to see the boy’s graduation at this rate, the school sure to explode from the destruction he brought with him before then. It was a shame the boy hadn’t been sorted into Slytherin, else all of this would likely have been avoided with him back with that wench Petunia after his inevitable expulsion.

- Despite it all, Severus had still managed to fulfill his job as Potions Master, teaching those ungrateful ingrates and keep the storeroom stocked in the infirmary. But would one day break from the chaos really be too much to ask? Just 24 hours of peace was all he wanted.

- “Put away your wands and have your quills ready,” he said as he burst through the Potion’s classroom, billowing his way to the front of the room. At least the boy wasn’t in his morning class, at least he could be granted some sort of serenity teaching his Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students.

- Well, that’s what he’d thought before stepping into a classroom full of nothing but gossip passed from one student to the next. Rumours always seemed to spread so easily through the castle walls but why this? Of all the ridiculous theories they could have come up with students had somehow convinced himself that Potter was the descendant of Slytherin himself. The mere thought of his father having any sort of relation to a man that founded this great school was repulsive enough to put him in an even worse mood than he was in these last few weeks.

- “Have you gone deaf or are you simply incapable of following the simplest of instructions Miss. Lovegood?” He hadn’t even bothered to spin around as he spotted the girl with the latest edition of the Quibbler in her hand in the corner of his eye. With one foul swoop he finished writing out the instructions for today’s potion before whipping out his wand and vanishing the Magazine from her hand. “Quills out! I won’t ask a second time!”

- He normally didn’t mind the girl’s absurd theories, so long as they remained just that, simple unfounded theories, but it seemed as though today she’d decided to approach things a little different. The class had barely begun brewing their potions when he heard mention of moon frogs coming from Lovegood’s direction.

- “Despite your clear interest in fiction over the study of a perfected science, I still expect you able enough to remove your head from the cloud of your imagination for two hours and learn something useful! Or perhaps you find stories of fairytail creatures fascinating enough that you believe spewing this nonsense would earn you a passing grade in my class. Should I call Hagrid or perhaps the ministry to investigate this seemingly newfound knowledge you’ve discovered?”

- Severus felt himself letting go of his frustrations, taking it all out on this girl who really hadn’t done anything to deserve such a scolding. Sure, she was quirky and odd, but when had that ever been a crime? If it was, he certainly would have been guilty of it at her age and if anyone were to see what he’d done with the spare bedroom in his house without context, filling it with all those jars full of animal parts, they certainly would have freak out at the very least.

- Still he continued to batter her, regrettable words spilling out of his mouth and the more they bounced off her, the more irritable he became. And despite his harsh words, the girl simply sat there batting her eyes as if his comments were nothing more than passing criticism.

- He was normally so observant, always aware of his students and their display of idiocy, but in this moment of rage and outburst, he’d let himself go. He’d forgotten for a moment where he stood and neglected to realize one of his Hufflepuffs beginning to hyperventilate as he continued lecturing Miss. Moon-Frogs on her inability to attach herself to the real world.

- “What is the meaning of this?” He snapped as he stepped towards the Hufflepuff sitting in the farthest corner of the room. She was tearing up, crying as if she’d just watched him rip out her puppy’s heart and he couldn’t fathom what could have possibly warranted such a reaction when the entire class was doing nothing but watch his outburst the last few minutes.

- He tried to shift his attention to her, but the second he turned in her direction, she’d sprung up from her seat as though if he got any closer to her, she’d instantly retract Dragon Pox. He watched her tremble and stumble over herself as she struggled to see through her tears and sprint out the door.

- He froze a moment, taken a bit by surprise. After all these years of sarcastic comments and strict mannerisms, never had one of his student’s walked out of his class before.

- “Get back to work,” he blurted out as he made his way to the door, running after her. “I expect all your potions to be near completion when I return.”

- He didn’t have to travel very far before catching up with her, finding her bundled on the floor into a ball as she hugged her knees, sobbing with her head hung low. Examining her shacking body and trembling hands, he began to feel a sense of familiarity as he realized she’d had a panic attack during class, likely triggered by something. It only took him a short moment to fit all the pieces together and realized that he’d been the cause of this. This girl’s current state was his own doing.

- Guilt seeped into his chest as he recalled his own past traumas. How he’d used to wake up in the middle of the night, shacking from the reoccurring night terrors that had only passed after he’d worked relentlessly night after night and strengthened the Sleepless Dream Potion.

- Approaching her slowly, he kept a safe distance as he lowered himself, kneeling on the stone floor, trying to think of any way he could possibly repent his mistakes.

- “Miss. (Y/L/N),” he spoke softly, careful not to worsen the situation. Closing his eyes, he thought back to his own time huddled into a corner as she had done now and spoke the words he’d hoped someone had said to him at that time. “I apologize for my behaviour. I should not have lost my composure as I did, and I apologize for that.”

- Pausing, he let out a gentle sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair and swiftly stood to quickly make his way back to his classroom.

- You’d only heard the faint echo of his footsteps as he walked away from you, surprised at the fact he’d left you alone when you’d fully expected him to throw some of those nasty comments he was handing Loony Lovegood your way. Your mind went blank as you sat there in silence, ridding you of the old memories your Professor had raised.

- His sudden calmness had somehow snapped you back to reality as thoughts of curiosity overwhelmed you instead. You hugged your knees closer to your chest while you watched through the corner of your eyes as he returned to you, kneeling before you like he’d previously done.

- “Calming Draught,” he stated, and you heard the sound of a glass vial placed on the stone floor beside you. “And Sleepless Dream if you find yourself up tonight.”

- He placed the second vial beside the first as he sat there watching her peer down at his offering. Her tears had stopped but it was clear she was not yet prepared to return to class.

- Deciding the best thing for her was to give her time, he prepared himself to head back into the classroom without her, taking one last glance at the girl before speaking once more. “When you’re ready, I trust you can find your way to your Head of House. When you see her, hand her this.”

- And with that, he slid a small folded note towards her containing the explanation for her state, her Potions Professor taking complete responsibility for the situation and mention of excusing the rest of the day’s classes. He swiftly made his way back to his classroom, looking back to see her slowly reach out for the Calming Draught, secretly content he hadn’t completely failed his duties as a Professor.

- Severus was careful from that day on with his temper, taking a small sip of Calming Draught before class if he ever found that bubble in his gut about to burst again. And by the looks of how this year was turning out, he was likely to need a lot more of it if he wanted to get through the year without poisoning a certain irritable Professor. Then again, would the world really miss another failed Defense Professor if he was to be replaced again next year?

@marvelschriss @bush-viper-cutie

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iamtheempress · 3 years

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Lets Talk

She nursed a nice bruise on her face in the bathroom, one that bloomed from her cheek to the top of her brow, extending a green fingertip to her cheek to heal it slowly, hopefully bringing back some natural skin tone to her cheek again.

A normal practice for treating her wounds all her life, all while keeping herself awake and conscious with an energy drink that was half empty and the ever present feeling of anticipation. The source of anticipation lingering on that phone beside her, a burner phone she bought at the beginning of the day.

Chiaki's eyes flickered to her burner phone right next to her, waiting for a reply from a face shed only met during a fight earlier that morning with her father.

Heroes against Villains, that old fight that will seemingly never ever cease, she cant remember why the incident happened but she just knew that she and her father were first responders along with a handful of other heroes.

She inspects the faded mark on her face and closes the door to the bathroom, quietly as to not wake her mother who had tried to quell her worried eldest daughter, Aoi had retired to bed about an hour ago… the media had picked up on the travesty of a fight that happened earlier that day. Causing a nasty uproar from civilians and the media alike.

It was everywhere, newspapers, radio stations, the internet and she can hear the newscaster announce it clearly. "Pro Hero Witch is in the Literal Hot Seat today, is she someone we need to keep an eye on? Her power was in full effect keeping a fifteen-story building from crushing her and her battered teammate, FullCharge. Who had beaten the negligent heroin enough to make her heal him, after she did this the building she was supporting fell upon her and 5 other civilian lives, after letting the villain come to know as Dabi escape-'' she turned off the tv sick and tired of hearing of how useless she’s been, the ensuing argument she had with her family left scars on her psyche she wouldn't bat an eyelash at, she couldn't care about her reputation when she let people die on her watch.

Useless. Lazy. A joke.

She let those 5 civilians die so callously, she didn't know them and yet she doesn't feel as bad, atleast not right now. Casualties are a norm for heros, right?

The icing on the cake was to hear the media call her that word negatively again.

Witch…

A name she used to take her power back from a horrible nickname in her childhood. Now once again weighing on her like chains to the floor.

She walked to bed holding the phone and lamenting, falling to her bed with a resounding flop.. It's her fault.. she let Dabi go, and everyone saw it.

She let everyone down and even had her phone blown up by her friends. She turned her attention to the group chat and took a peek from behind the iron curtain of guilt. Bakugou's name was the first to catch her eye.

Bakugou: Chili. Hey dumbass answer us! We have been trying to call you all day and you leave us on read. Answer us goddammit! We don't want to confront you ourselves and see what your deal is but we will if you don't answer us for the rest of the night.

Midoriya: We will give you another 30 and we're coming over, we promise we're not going to gang up on you, Chili…That wouldn't be right.

Chiaki: How can i trust that, you all saw my situation, no one did a damn thing to help me, i get im also the healer but that includes people defending me in order to heal at a distance or else I HAVE THE TARGET on me. I cant face any of you.

Bakugou, Izuku, Shouto and more are typing…

She wept rubbing her eyes with her sleeve and making her tear up. Out of everyone… she assumed someone would understand but they all seemed to give her the same look, it made her heart stop. Once again she's the bad guy in a situation she lost control over. With guilt in her heart, she recalled the last moments before he got away.

Dabi got her father off of her. No hesitation, blasted him clean off of her with enough force it could have singed her head to toe, but he didn’t. She went to get up and saw her father immolated in blue flames as she turned to see the same man she was sent to apprehend was standing fixed about 10 feet from her, his eyes trained solid on her. She looks up at the buildinh started to grown from the integrity being lost from the fight, it began to collapse down on them until she suspended it above the both of them, mere feet from his head; they stared at one another like deer in headlights. A sinister smirk spread across his features before disappearing from her view, in the kick up of dirt and rubble,

Chiaki couldn’t bring herself to apprehend him.

Why..? Did he see the desperation in her eyes or the fact that she barely had a leg to stand on when her own father took her down a size, when he saw insubordination over saving herself and not her father who was completely fine? Or was there another ulterior motive to keeping her alive?

Upon trying to close her eyes, and hopefully forget about this whole day.

The burner phone buzzed to life.

The screen could have been the brightest thing in the room, a beacon in the night beckoning her. Distant thunder rumbled to indicate the dire decision she's made, as well as a storm that was approaching.

Her heart stopped, she lifted the phone slightly and slid her thumb over the screen. To see the text message from an unavailable number.

“How is that eye feeling, Witch?”

The text read, her fingers flew across the keyboard.

“It’s been better, I fixed it up. Is this really Dabi?” upon sending the message the text came up as read. Is she really thinking of doing this… he messaged her back quickly. “Maybe I am, I have seen the news today and that shot of you and I standing before the building collapsed on us was cinematic so I have to give you props for that. I’m guessing the reason you wanted to speak to me was not make pleasantries and talk about our days.”

“You want to join the League.”

There it is. The question that lain heavily upon her mind. Shed never considered it as much as she has recently. The ridicule of her graduating class, her power seen as something not all heroes should use for good. She proved time and time again how she is not something to worry about.. But here she was.. Being abused and taken advantage of by the people she cared for.

“Yes. I do.” She sent it with no hesitation and sat up in her bed looking down upon the phone, he made quick work of messaging her back, again.

“We havent recruited anyone worth our time in a while. From what I saw recently as well as today. We were considering reaching out to you..but this works much better. Meet tonight?” Her golden eyes widened and her mouth popped open out of sheer shock. “Around what time? Ill be there” She stands up, with a loud crack of lightning the rain poured outside, she cursed and saw a location pop up on her phone.

An old and run down apartment complex outside of city limits. “Now. Get going. Text me when you're close.” Chiaki sprung out of bed without a second thought. Redressing herself in simple attire, something to not be seen on the streets so easily especially at night. Black leggings, worn in combat boots her mother gave her, a large black hoodie and that burner phone.

While tying her hair up in a bun she saw her phone, the one with her best friends messaging her… and Midoriya’s name front and center..

Izuku: “Hey, cmon, Chili. We know you’re there.. We saw what happened and we want to know if your alright…We can see you reading our messages”

Izuku: What happened with your dad wasn't right but something doesn't add up from that fight, Chili.”

Bakugou: “It makes just as little sense to me too dumbass! Why did he spare you and go for FullCharge.”

Bakugou: “You better not have done something youll regret dumbass we cant lose you!”

Kiri: “I already have Shouto were on our way to talk to you, Spooky, were not mad..”

Her heart stopped in her throat as she started typing to them. She could see them all stop typing in unison.

“Theres nothing to talk about. You all have made up your mind about me..i can see it. I sound like im just a problem to all of you. Consider me gone.” Chiaki tossed her old phone to the bed and scrawled a note.

“I loved you all.. I'm sorry I'm not who you wanted me to be.”

With one message her phone began to blow up. Without looking back, she was gone. Hopping from her window to the road below with a splash into a puddle and starting her jog, leaving the only home she's known her whole damn life, as well as leaving her hero life behind her.

About a solid 30 minutes later she noticed she saw the buildings become more and more dilapidated marked with graffiti as sirens shrieked down streets and seedy characters crept behind alleyways, the city limits were within a mile away, and so was the old apartment building.

Impatient and eager to meet him face to face, she messaged him.. "About a block or two away." she pulled her hood up as she exited a mini markets awning that was closed, rain started to shower down upon her, her light hair hidden beneath the oversized hood, the old marquis sign coming into sight.

The phone vibrated in her pocket, Chiaki pulled it out and the words shone bright across her face. “You better not be some spy.. I won’t be too happy. So in your best interest, i'd be 100% transparent with me.” She texts back quickly. “I am an open book and got little to hide.”

The text was read and the old marquis was above her, “No turning back now… the guys will be looking for me in no time.” She said to herself and entered the lobby of the closed apartment building, through the heavy wooden doors. It looked like it used to be grand but now it was so in disrepair that the wallpaper was torn back from walls and holes were created from years of neglect.

Chiaki pulled her hood back and looked around, listening to the silence of the apartment, she took a breath and emanated a glow from her hands, her fingers and thumb lit up like bright green glow sticks.

From behind a darkened figure glided his scarred palm across the tattered wall approaching her slowly, he speaks up, cutting the silence and startling her. "Ah..There you are, you certainly didn't waste your time, Witch" she gasped and whipped around to see him, Dabi. She let out a nervous laugh and took a step forward, if she were not in this situation she wouldn't hesitate to take him down but this instance she felt on equal ground to him so she felt no threat.

"I don’t dodge opportunities, especially ones like this, I would have contacted someone sooner but I wanted a reason to do this.. And you seemed like someone I wanted to contact first hand." Dabi approaches her until he is within mere feet of Chiaki, his feet shuffling with each stride, he's easily taller than her by more than a couple inches, being 5”2’ is sometimes a hindrance.

He blows air out of his nose with a laugh. “You were in luck then.. I had my eye on you for a while and finding intel for you was far more complicated than we expected. Chiaki Nakamura is it?” one hand stuffed into his pants pocket and the other out to gesture towards her, his scarred hand fanned out, talking with his hands was natural for him to do it seems. His cyan blue eyes raking down her front and back to her eyes. Unblinking and just as dark and spellbinding as before, all the while being intensely overwhelming in every aspect physical. Chiaki’s heart bounced in her chest to her throat.

His head lulls to the side.

"Thats my name..” The young pro speaks softly, Dabi noticed the apprehension in her voice,"Oh are you nervous little Witch..?" he didn't need her scurrying off or anything so he took to sauntering slowly around her, sizing her up like a hungry shark. She didn’t speak but caught his eyes through his black hair that curtained his eyes. “Just a bit but if i were any more scared i wouldn’t be here..” He looked upon her glowing green hands, it made her mildly conscious of the fact that they were shaking.

“Then my reputation precedes me even to fresh faces like you.” He says with a hoarse chuckle, he backs up with his arms spread open, she catches a glimpse of his long scarred arms, they flopped back down to his sides, She laughs gently in turn, her eyes fixed on his face, being this close she could see the gold sheen to the staples on his mouth and under his eyes.

“If that nervous behavior is because you’re scared and having second thoughts about this.. And want to go back to playing around as a hero, i won't hesitate to fry you where you stand, but i'm hoping you're using that common sense of yours so i don't have to.” She listens intently, unwavering and dimming her hands back down, as to not allow her quirk to radiate outside the building.. Dabi’s mouth doesn’t even move beyond a normal straight line but his eyes say everything: He doesn’t see her as a stranger.. Despite this being their first time meeting amicably.

“rest assured i won’t hurt you, from what I have seen already we need someone with a quirk like yours around, but when it comes to me bringing you back to the bar.. They won’t allow you in unless I check you for a wire, lift your arms.” He instructs and she lifts her arms just enough for him.

His hands starting to traverse her arms and waist make her face swell with heat, a much more embarrassing position to be in… He was thorough and rough with the patdown, his face remained the same unchanging and stoic, her eyes trained on his face and the rough scars that covered the bottom portion of his face to the part directly under his tear ducts. Besides that he doesn't look bad.. The scars only add that intense look to him, the reason why people were scared of his looks.

“I wanted to know something..” She caught his attention with a low hum, his brow raising and his lips curling upward. “What was the deal with you getting my father off of me..why didnt you attack me.” His hands finished patting down her body and he tuts her pulling the burner phone from her pocket.

“You see.. That moment was televised and the moments leading up were not, and if they were, they didn't televise your abuse period or the reason behind it. It was pretty tragic, I heard your father's harsh words.. even more brutal pounding id say, he blocked all of your defences, your little friends didn't come for your rescue, they stood around." She stood stock still listening to him,

"Our Pro Hero lil Witch being ‘saved’ by me when i had enough of seeing someone who is more useful then her partners let on, being beaten to a pulp, and then when things seemed to be working in your favor and the fabled heroes would have gotten me, you in turn...stopped an entire highrise building from squishing me to death.” He leans forward and drops his voice an octave, dipping into a form of seductive and joking.

“Kinda humiliating isn’t it? Being saved by a well known villain isn't really what the public wants to see.." he shrugs and steps back looks down at his palm, his long fingers moving around trying to catch her attention like he could light a flame at any moment, with the other hand in his pocket. "I saw someone who needed help in more ways than one.” Her eyes widened as he stuffed the phone into his pocket “I saw someone who I had my eye on for a while being beaten for not doing something as useful as aiding her teammate… and for her own safety right?” He questions as he leans back against the wall adjacent to her.

“Yeah.. that's right.. How do you know all that? I mean like, not alot of people know that about my quirk, i cant heal at a distance and provide backup unless i have backup...” He snaps his fingers and points at her. “Exactly my point. Your dear old dad didn't take his much more volatile daughter into account and only used you as a support to him, fueling his ego and making you look bad to the rest of the world.” his demeanor was so foreign to her, he spoke so eloquently and with conviction, a sadistic and perverse form of understanding that drew her in like a super magnet.

She stood blanched, thunderstruck by how he's describing the situation to her, It's like he's in her head reading every emotion as plain on her face. “Yes. He never took me seriously… as a hero.. No one really ever did.” Dabi's eyes softened as their eyes remained locked in a stare of...mutual understanding on his part… she knew little of his past or who he was, but the weight of not being good enough or a lost cause caused his fists to clench.. he not dare ask anything personal yet.. he has a job to do and earn her trust and read her and her situation like a book. Foreshadowing the type of person she was made to be over years of unfair treatment and situations outside of their control.

“Getting closer.. Go on, Witch.” She swallowed air and kept spilling her guts.. “I use my quirk to even help anyone or… do something for the good of others and its never highlighted in the slightest, no job well done or whatever. No sort of fanfare or recognition, i come home and.. get judged and told I'm not as good as… as him, from him.” SHe clasps her hands together and opens them up again, Dabi’s eyes watching the little light show from her fingertips and then fade away again. The more his eyes looked to her hands the more he wanted to see the beautiful little auras again, it was then Dabi realized her quirk is easy to be triggered, or atleast constantly active. “But when… i do one thing thats out of character for a… normal pro hero… all eyes are on you..and I was treated like a...pariah”

Dabi nods his head and his smooth voice lulled her ears “Understand now? They only want you when you're useful to them, you're treated as backup, but in the right hands you could be so much more..” Her head hung low, like she just discovered it, that despite her power and the fact shes equally as dangerous maybe even more so she's treated as lesser than everyone else.

Dabi mentally kicked himself, making such a pretty face sulk and look dour, he couldn't just stand there and allow her to beat herself up over how others treat her. Dabi took a step forward to her and found himself raising his hand to her chin and made her look right up at him, her chin betwixt the pads of his forefinger and thumb. “Come on now… don't be so down on yourself, they might see you as only an asset and a tool to use and expand upon themselves, as nothing more then a battery that never quits, but with us, you can reach a version of yourself you have never seen before.. And we can help you with that. We will make sure you surpass your expectations'' She caught herself staring.

Eyes glazed over in tears that threatened to fall, and with a blink they were gone. “Excuse my ignorance but… you're serious like you can do that?” She asked with trepidation and abit of excitement that she had to cage off to not seem too eager.

“It's not a promise, Nakamura. Its a fact that is going to be a reality. Now..” He turned on his heel and gave them some distance in the lobby, he was almost shrouded in darkness. “Give me a demonstration on what you can do.” He instructs.

Chiaki blinks and becomes blanched. A demonstration. In here? She clasps her hands together and pulls them apart that green glow emanating from her hands to her elbows, pretty gold and green eyes enveloped in pure green with irises, her hands splayed out fingers slowly dancing and expanding outward, like licks of fire.

“Brace yourself.” She curled in her fingers to drain the energy from surrounding lights and power, making the environment for everyone else but her heavy and sluggish. Dabi had a bead of sweat roll down his face and a headache grow slowly. “And just as it was pulled away I can give it back on my own terms.” She points a manicured finger at Dabi. The headache vanishes without a trace and his energy restored , almost knocking him on his ass from the dizzying feeling of having the wind knocked into you.

The lights and the power entirely shut down for a full block and the bulbs bust outside. She holds a ball of concentrated energy in her palm and absorbs it into her skin, a content smile spreading across her delicate features and bowing forward and standing back up straight.

“Oh yeah, they're going to thank me for insisting you be our new recruit... Warn me before you use your quirk on me again, will you?” She snorts and cocks a brow up at him. “So.. do it again later and knock you on your ass?” Chiaki giggled, Dabi quizzically tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, as if he's breaking down her words in his head, he flipped his black hair from his face as chuckles amused.

“I knew I liked you for a reason, sarcastic little thing. ” she blushes and covers her mouth embarrassed. “I think it would be smart if we left.. I don't know if my friends are out looking for me or not..and honestly i would rather not face them head on yet.. And i don't want you to be hurt.” Chiaki looks back at him and blushes not realizing how worried she was for his safety, "What already thinking of me? Don't get so soft on me now, Nakamura.." Dabi chuckles and his hands return to his pockets and with a half turn he nods his head in the opposite direction of her, signalling her to follow him towards the exit of the building, he stops before the door.

"Wait..you mean those UA kids..? trust me, Nakamura.. they arent your friends.. i don't need to know what you went through today after our little scene, you know as well as i that they're already plotting against you from what you did.." his words rang true along with his velveteen voice, the tall and slender Villain seemed to know more than he let on.

Chiaki became quiet and more confident with her decision. She made this choice, and she really didn't regret a damn thing. "And that very thing you have done today, Chiaki.." he slammed his hand into the wall, anchored his hand beside her head, making her damn near jump out of her skin. Lightning cracked outside illuminating the scars that adorned his features.

The trench coat splaying open and just a bit of his shirt collar dipping down to reveal the purple scar stretches to his chest, gold tint staples fixed secure into what skin he had left to him that remained unscarred.

Her eyes wandered from his chest back to his brilliant blue eyes. "Made me realize that you were worth contacting. Trust me, Nakamura.. we will bring out the best in you, UA would have easily tainted your view on the world and how ‘justice’ is delivered; but it seems like you know the world for what it really is." he gave her cheek a pat and a pinch, his gaze remained on her and a sickly grin twisted on his features when he notices her eyes wandering to the purple skin and his pronounced collar dipping further down his chest.. His hand engulfed her chin, capturing it and making her look him in the eyes.

"Yknow, staring at people in the League will getcha in trouble or hurt, Not me though.. just don't get too used to it, anyone who stares that long at me i consider mice…but honestly i don't see you scurrying off anytime soon." He backs off when she blushes brighter and gives him a shove.

"Ah quit! Its kinda hard to not stare if you haven't noticed, Dabi." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and started texting someone facing the heavy door, when he received a reply he put it back into his pocket, and sighed opening the heavy metal door with a creak, rain poured down into the street as he spoke up so she could hear him. "its what we ugly folk are used to i'm afraid." Chiaki merely scoffs and pulls back up the hood and opened her palm flat and above his and her head together she created a translucent green umbrella like barrier protecting them from the downpour, "Ugly is abit of a stretch, Dabi..." she mutters and follows him into the alley where the rain continued ro shower down bouncing off the barrier, a singular street lamp illuminating the barren street leaving the only city she had ever known, Dabi replayed that phrase in his head and he momentarily closed his eyes.

Its been years since he got compliments.. it was strange but not unwelcome. "Ohhhh little mouse, your gonna get along very well with me.. stick by my side and everyone will like you… eventually.. Your about to meet one of them anyway." As he said this casually as the street became a black and purple haze, a portal opened up and swirled as a literal exit from the city.. to wherever the hell she was going next.

Chiaki gasped and took an apprehensive step forward.

"Scared?" Dabi asked, with a little smirk on his lips. "Just a bit…" Dabi extended his hand for her, inviting her with him "Cmon. Trust me. Trust a burnt man with nothing to lose." He chides playfully. Chiaki accepts his invitation, his hand warm and textured with the staples.. Dabis heart skipped a beat at the contact.

Soft and small hands engulfed by his own as he guided her through the portal, stunning blue eyes never deviating from her gold and green ones.. like they were captivated by one another.. before she knew it, she was in a completely different location. She blinked and looked around, thunderstruck almost by the environment.

A bar that reeked of booze and smoke of different varieties. "Welcome home, for now." He says in a flat tone, she pulled off her hood and looked around.

Dabi still had his back to her and looked at his palm for a moment that felt like an eternity, the ghost of her hand remaining in his own, strange emotions bubbled up from nowhere, he shoved them back down and spoke up.

"Everyone seems to be out by now, usually the bar is never empty. The person who summoned that portal is here...Kurogiri, which means our leader Shigaraki is here. He’ll meet you at some point..when he's not on his damn video games." he nudged her shoulder with his elbow and shook his wet hair out. Turning to look down at her, "Nice place...you guys bounce from place to place often?" She asks in what felt like a shy whisper, the resounding echo from the hall made her feel like she was shouting.

"Haven't in a while.. hoping we won't have too again. Wont say where because it doesn't matter. Anyway, wanna come up to my room? There's an old couch up there you can crash on. Unless you want my bed, heh.. Wouldn't mind you in bed with me.” He breathily chuckles and pinches her chin starting to lead the way, “Don't get any ideas! I'm just tired.. I haven't had any sleep and its like.. Almost 2:30 in the morning.” She yawned and dragged her feet behind him.

Chiaki follows him up the stairs and down the long corridor to the last door on the left, he opened it to find a bedroom with a king sized mattress pushed to the wall and the windows covered in blackout curtains, an old couch directly under it and a flat screen across the room as well as his own computer and cans of empty energy drinks by it, as well as an ashtray that looked like it was used normally.

“This room is mine, go ‘head.” He invites her in, noting the tired look on her face, he found it almost innocent if it weren't for the remnants of blush still ghosted on the apples of her cheeks.

Dabi had booted the door closed behind him as she kicked off her boots, he spoke up again, watching her movements, as they seemed to have gotten lazier. “Not much of an interior decorator but it works for me, sprucing the room up would be too much effort.”

Making himself comfortable he sheds the trench coat and shuffles through a cabinet in the desk where his computer is located,”I'm getting pretty tired and by the looks of it you are too, so im afraid im gonna have to restrain you. Cmere.” He says, pulling out a pair of handcuffs that catches Chiaki’s attention, her brow instantly rising in confusion and a hint of worry. Dabis eyes flicker up to her when she whips around at the chain jingling as he approaches her, twirling the cuffs around his finger

“W-wait why do you need to restrain me?” She asks a little wary, “Its so you dont pull anything while I'm sleeping… can't be too careful, little mouse.” He states clasping the cuffs around her wrists in the front, they clicked almost to the point where he could get two fingers under them. Chiaki looked at him with big innocent eyes and then down to the cuffs on her wrists. “Tsk..you do this to all the new recruits or am i just that special.” He chuckles and turns his back to her. “You’re a first, to both be cuffed and able to sleep in my bed. Consider yourself ‘special’”

She looks back up to find Dabi stripping his white shirt off and tossing it to the couch, a blush forming on her face and a pang in her heart as she looks at him closely, hes much better looking up close… fit and lean, along with the added look of his scars that dressed his torso into his pants only made him 2 times more appealing and more her type. “Holy shit..” She says out loud with her jaw slacked abit. “Checking me out, little mouse? Remember what I said about staring.” He chuckled and laid back in bed exhausted, pulling the sheets up her body comfortably. “Sorry was just admiring the view, Dabi.” She teased rolling her eyes and settling into bed, Dabi’s eyes widened briefly and felt that sweet warm feeling creeping up his chest again, this time he let it simmer there.

“im going to sleep.. Too tired to think, that energy drink i had acouple hours ago finally wore off." Chiaki yawned and stretched, facing away from him to ease the situation, that situation being she wanted to face him and find comfort from him.

A sort of comfort she longed for for years, acceptance and safety.. Funny she found safety with a villain.. With villains alike. This caused her to giggle to herself, he raises a brow and looked over to her with his arms tucked behind his head

Instead as Dabi turned off the light and the distant thunder rolled she spoke up “Dabi..” “Hm?” She turned back over and some light from the opened part of the black out curtains illuminated her eyes, Dabi once again caught himself peering into them wistfully finding himself looking her over.

A genuine glow in her eye, appreciation and a connection the two have never felt before, “Thank you, for bringing me in.. you wont regret it,” She brings her bound hands up to pull the pillow further up under her head, and licked her lips, swallowing her fear and letting a wall down, even just alittle bit to him. Dabi mused and observed her closely, finally seeing the opposite end of what its like to have someone in need go to him of all people. “i haven't felt anything beyond disappointment for a long long time, so to say i feel comfortable with someone i was fighting not even a day ago says anything, i hope you understand and i'm not stepping over any boundaries.” He grinned, and responded with an amused chuckle. “Getting soft on me again, better not make that a habit with anyone else here, I just might get jealous.” Dabi grazed his finger against her cheek, she leaned against his hand and smiled angelically.

“I'm starting to like that fire in your eye. ” He ghosts his knuckles down her cheek as her eyes closed slowly, blinking exausted as the cold air kicked on from the ac unit above them, she shivered and threw all caution to the wind, Dabi stiffened as she moved closer to his end of the bed, she ducked her head abit beneath the blanket to snuggle against his warm chest, his heart hammered with nerves he still couldnt place a name too, the same hand that stroked her cheek rested on her shoulder, his thumb rubbing slow circles into the sweatshirts fabric.

Comforting and confusing thoughts swirled through the villains mind as he soon came to realize he remained awake for all but another 20 minutes, the soft rise and fall of her chest and side indicated she had long fallen asleep in his arms.

Dabi rested his chin against her head and attempted to find the sleep he had long since forgotten in his past life. Acceptance and comfort from someone.

He sighed and whispered in a husky tone of voice.

“Glad we had that talk, Little Mouse…”

XXX~

Hey yall its my first MHA fic. You might see more of her and Dabi in the future cuz honestly this was fun!

#MHA Fanfic #Dabi x oc #Dabi #I am indulging #ItsEmpress

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gauntsghostsfieldguide · 3 years

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The Blood Pact- Part 10 (and last)

@the-fluffy-underbelly

TWENTY-EIGHT

The Death Venue of Ibram Gaunt (visitors welcome)

"He noticed that both Mabbon and Maggs were scanning the area too. They’d felt it as well, and whatever they were, both of them were soldiers first. They had keen skills that could never erode." What Maggs was? He's still a Guard soldier.

“Tell them all about Commissar Gaunt and what an amazing soldier he was.” I kind of wish we had heard what the docent said. It'd be bullshit, of course, but it would have been interesting.

"Gaunt did not cry. It was one design feature his new eyes did not possess." I've wondered about this bit. I suppose the tech for his new eyes can just have a thing where they don't produce excess lubrication, but they must have some, or else his eyes would get fucked up.

"Vaynom Blenner had wrapped his fists together and smacked them across the back of one of the Sirkle’s skulls." Woo!

“I think you should stay here,” Mabbon said gently to the bewildered docent. “This is probably the point at which you’ll want to disassociate yourself from this group.” I remembered this as Maggs, but apparently it was Mabbon. He's very polite! And right, this poor guy doesn't need to get caught up in their shit.

“Back off. Back off, now!” he yelled, raising his hands. “Stand down. You’re only going to make this worse!” And none of the Ghosts do, because this is Gaunt and they're standing by him.

"In less than a minute, the western cloisters of the great quad had turned into a furious, howling nightmare of a firefight." Just like old times.

"“Then there is Rime,” said Rime." Oh... that's not good. He's a traitor!

"“You’re a good man, Gaunt,” wheezed the etogaur.

“If they take us, please don’t say that to anyone. Tell them I’m your sworn enemy.”" I think Mabbon actually means it, too!

“One last thing you might want to consider, damogaur,” Mabbon said in the Archenemy tongue. “When you’ve got the bastard, kill the bastard. Don’t talk about it.” Very good point!

“I only ever see what’s real and true through my scope,” Larkin replied." I got the bad guy, of course. Didn’t I?” Larkin saved the others by killing the enemy leader, as he does.

“You’ve changed your face a thousand times, but I still know you, Syko Magir.” oh, hey! and he changed his name to an injoke, apparently.

"All Wes Maggs saw was the old dam who had haunted his mind since Hinzerhaus. All Wes Maggs wanted was to be free of her phantom torment." It's just a coincidental echo, since the old woman from Only in Death was a combo of the painting in the house and the old woman near Soric, but it is interesting that this is what saves them.

"The last few shots lifted her veil for a second as she fell back. Maggs saw her face, a face he would never forget." I do like that we never get a description of her face; we just know that it's bad.

“See?” said Rawne, “Sometimes even he can.” The Cant jokes never stop.

“Yeah,” said Rawne, “but you’ve never read mine.” This is my second favorite Rawne bit in this book. Gaunt may not trust his own judgment, but Rawne does. Also, Rawne kills people more readily.

TWENTY-NINE

Exit Wounds

“My regiment is mobilised, sir. We’ll be heading towards Salvation’s Reach within the week.” Not many of the Ghost books set up the next book like this.

“This is the memorial chapel dedicated to Tanith." ;_;

“My eyes won’t let me cry,” Gaunt said, looking at his old friend." Too bad mine will ;_;

EPILOGUE

The Ninth Day

"The Oligarchy Gate, on the afternoon of the ninth day, at Slaydo’s left hand. Ahead, the famous Gate, defended by the woe machines of Heritor Asphodel. Mud lakes. Freak weather. The chemical deluge triggered by the orbital bombardment and the Heritor’s toxins. Molten pitch in the air like torrential rain." That's pretty nasty.

"He looked up. The Tower of the Plutocrat was the most massive structure he’d ever seen. Nothing in the universe could topple it." Blatant foreshadowing.

And Gaunt did meet Jaume's father! He just forgot, understandably.

#gaunt's ghosts #wh4ok #blood pact #warhammer40k

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slashingdisneypasta · 4 years

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Hey! How are you? What about something like: Captain Hook, Hades, Gaston, Dr. Facilier, and Cruella DeVile becoming jealous over their S/O spending more time with their sidekick than them? Thank you. Stay safe (it's a little crazy out there)

~ Sidekicks and henchmen! ~

~ Go where you dare not go, ~

~ Know things you’re scared to know, ~

~ Protect, and serve, and even glow! ~

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yqlOGm1D_ZI

(The song ^^^^)

I’m good thank you! It is a little crazy, and I hope you're okay since writing this! Have a nice day ^^

~~~

Captain Hook: Mr Smee

· One day, Captain Hook is thinking that something is off. But he cant put his finger on it.

· Then, one of his pirates mention that Smee and Y/N have been hanging out a lot lately, and Hook looks around for you and he sees. You are with Smee, right now. Fishing. Smiling. Having a good time.

· Which obviously deeply offends our Captain. Cuz, I mean of course. Duh (I’m trying to sound sarcastic, please tell me it came through XD )

· For the rest of your hang out with Smee, Hook hangs around being quiet and boiling silently. The first time you leave to leave, probably to get something to eat or to toilet, Hook rounds in on his cheerfully humming second in command.

· “Mr Smee… “

· “Yes, Cap’n?? Lovely day to fish, isn’t it? I told Y/N, I told her, today was gonna be stormy! I could smell it, but she thought it’d be beautiful, so for now on I’m gonna trust her, I am- Eurgh!”

· Sorry, Smee can’t talk anymore. Hook has choked him.

· Before you get back, Smee has been ‘dealt with’, and only Hook is waiting for you.

· (No I don’t mean Hook has killed Smee, he could never!! I just mean Hook has had a violent talk with him about not spending so much time with the Captains partner).

· Hook hasn’t got the worst anger issues among the villains of Disney, but oh boy. Does Smee’s mindless optimism and kindess get on his nerves.

Cruella DeVille: Jasper and Horace

· (I don’t know much about Jasper and Horace except they’re a bit idiotic, so bear with me ^^)

· She handles this about the same as Hook ^^ Doesn’t blow a fuse in front of you, but when you realises you’ve been spending way more time with Jasper and Horace rather than her (Probably because she’s busy. I mean, she’s a businesswoman), she takes some time off work to skulk around you are her men, setting the hair on the back of Jasper and Horace’s necks stand on end. They know something’s up, when she smiles at them.

· When you step out for whatever reason, Cruella bids you off with a ‘Love you darling!~’, then turns immediately to Jasper and Horace with a stormy face and snap. ‘What the hell do you idiots think you’re doing??!’

· ‘W-we were only hangin’ out with her, ma’am! Nothing b-bad! Honest!!’

· ‘Yes, yes, I’m sure- GET OUT, YOU BLITHERING FOOLS!’

· “Y-YES MISS DEVILLE, MA’AM!”

· She gets over it quickly, and the next time she sees them she’s all but forgotten it(Making them feel confused, as they were ready to grovel for forgiveness) but when it happened, she was livid with jealousy.

Dr Facilier: Lawrence / His Shadow (We’ll go with Lawrence ^^)

· When Lawrence entered the picture, you quickly got along with him because he treated you like a lady, and you both liked some of the same things. Not that Dr Facilier didn’t, but it was just nice to make a new friend!

· Dr Facilier didn’t act on his annoyance immediately, he just kind of… waited. And stewed in his anger. Which made it get worse and worse, as he watched this and wanted nothing but to just squash that squat old fool. He must have thought he would get used to it, because he knows he shouldn’t feel jealous like this because he trusts you, but… he didn’t get used to it.

· Eventually Lawrence started to feel his poisonous, purple stares, and you noticed him not being very happy when Lawrence was around.

· He assures you, when you ask, that he trusts you and he’s not jealous. Its fine! He loves that you have made a friend! ^^

· On the other hand, he acts his charismatic self and makes a deal with Lawrence that does not, ultimately, end out in the old man’s favour. Something petty, because he still needs Lawrence, but still damaging. Like the hair monster trick in the start of the movie.

Gaston: LeFou

· Gaston is blinded by his own magnificence most of the time, so he doesn’t notice when you start spending more time with Lefou, who is adorable and so much calmer when he’s alone with you and not Gaston.

· See, you had noticed how pent up and stressed Lefou is all the time, and the bags under his eyes because he’s isn’t getting enough because of your boyfriend, so you had taken it upon yourself to help out a bit. Calm him down, get him a life separate from Gaston.

· When Gaston realised, was during a hunting trip of his. He suddenly realised… there was no bumbling, big nosed worshiper following him around listening to him talk about himself. He was just talking to himself.

· Where is everybody??! Does he smell?!

· He stomps back to the town, and finds you and Lefou at your cabin, sitting at your table drinking tea and just have a… nice, relaxing time!

· When Gaston questions you both, he’s relieved to know that he doesn’t stink, and you two are just having tea for a change, but… something about the sight of you and Lefou, sitting at your two chair table… where he is supposed to be sitting with you and not Lefou… did not sit right.

· Cue ‘Scheming Gaston’. Now, his plan this time isn’t so devious as ‘Force girl to marry me or sell her father to the nut house’, but its pretty unfortunate for poor Lefou.

· Basically Gaston waits for Lefou outside your cabin, stops him in his tracks (Or, you know, picks the poor boy up by the back of his collar) and tells him, despite Lefou saying that you and he are just friends, that ‘Y/N is mine. She doesn’t want you, she wants me. So, go somewhere else, I’ll tell her you got sick.’ Or something equally nasty.

· Then Gaston goes on into your cabin and wants cuddles/sex/any activity to spend time with you for the rest of the night.

Hades: Pain and Panic, Meg

· Oh my god, he picks it up the quickest out of everyone (Every. Disney. Villain.) and gets madder than anyone else (Any. Disney. Villain).

· Doesn’t try to hide it from you, either. You know he’s a hot head, unkind to his sidekicks and very easily jealous, its not a secret! But that doesn’t mean you stop being kind and getting along with his sidekicks. Definitely not. In fact, it spurs you on to spend more time with them so they know they’re appreciated… which in turn annoys Hades to no end and causes him to more frequently get mad at them.

· I mean, he knows you’re just super nice and he loves you for it, and he tries to hold himself together, but as soon as Pain or Panic try to intervene in time you are spending with him, Hades, things get bad. And he loses it.

· He doesn’t get so bad with Meg, because he can just kinda threaten her with more years of servitude and she’ll back off (Which he has done, multiple times despite you getting upset about it). Pain and Panic on the other hand are two parts of a whole braincell and continue to make the same mistakes, over and over again.

· Which fits, you know, because Hades will never stop getting mad over the same things over, and over again.

· “Meg, Pain, Panic, my people… I think a certain, important detail is escaping your tiny brains… Y/N IS MINE!!”

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