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blooberrries · 4 months

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『consequential』 — satoru

— pairing: satoru x afab!reader — wc: 5k — content: mdni, nsfw; vampire au, college/university au, jealous/possessive satoru, blood drinking, vampire bites (chest, neck and arm), alcohol, mutual pining (a distant relative of idiots to lovers), piv sex, love bites (heh literally), standing/sex against the wall (he holds you up the entire time because he's actually insane), unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming,he's a bit of a simp really idk if that was planned — notes: got possessed by the Horny Spirit, also not proofread. enjoy? also be gentle with me I haven't written smut in over a year

prompt: ["Oh, don't be cute."] + [“you’re all mine” - “hm…” - “say it” - “i’m all yours”]

While slightly spiteful, your plan had been simple and had about a 50/50 chance of succeeding, with minimal loss to you if it didn’t.

Two weeks ago Gojo Satoru had— after months of asking for it and being denied by you— finally gotten your permission to drink your blood. So he’d gone ahead and bitten you, you’d loved it and probably fell even more annoyingly head over heels for him as a result of the oddly erotic experience, and the way he had acted during the whole ordeal gave you a decent indication that he most definitely felt the same way you did.

You’d expected things to finally change between you after that, hell you’d actually been excited for it.

But instead of leaning into the shift in the dynamic between you, Satoru had instead decided to pretend you didn’t exist and proceeded to completely avoid you for the last two weeks.

(Which is actually quite the feat considering how much overlap there is between your friend groups. But you’re not impressed. You’re mad.)

To say you were upset would be an understatement. Your pride was wounded along with your ego, and you felt foolish and embarrassed and stupidly angsty. The unfortunate reality is that you’re not very good at processing those feelings, so in your time of need you turned to your most faithful, long-time friend: spite.

You know for a fact that Satoru likes the way you smell and taste– it’s one of the many things he’d let slip when sucking the blood ever so gently from the puncture he’d made in the soft flesh of your inner forearm. So you decided to wait until the prime part of your cycle, where the supernatural consensus said humans smelt their best, and you’d procured a tincture from your witch-in-training friend that would accentuate the natural appeal of your blood for certain creatures of the night (she’d assured you it was safe, but you have your own means of defending yourself anyway so you aren’t too worried.)

Then, you’d waltzed your way into a party that was being held at his shared accommodation and made it a point to have fun. The real goal of your plan, besides sticking it to him in the most subtle-not-subtle way ever, was also just to feel better about yourself. Your expectations being upended regarding how you’d hoped things would develop with Satoru had been a big blow and would take some TLC from yours truly to recover from.

You’ve had fun so far, you’re only a drink or so in and pleasantly buzzed, and you’re getting a lot of compliments on your perfume. You can’t exactly tell them you’re not wearing anything but eau de spite, but it does feel nice nonetheless. Each comment is like a balm to your poor, chafed ego. The only wrench in the works is that as expected, not long after you arrived, Satoru noticed you.

And then proceeded to continue in his efforts to avoid and ignore you. He’d disappeared into the throng of people on the other side of the house before you could even blink.

It takes a strongly mixed cocktail, courtesy of Shoko who you’re not sure isn’t trying to kill you with the alcohol content of these drinks, for you to settle your fuming. This is stupid— no, he’s stupid. Stupid sexy vampire with his stupid pretty eyes and stupid pretty face. How dare he let you make a fool of yourself by thinking there could be anything more between you! You never should have let him bite you. At least then things would still be the same and you wouldn’t be so torn between throttling him and kissing him.

Angrily, you take a hearty gulp of your drink. Despite the superficial fruity flavour it burns on the way down, unsurprisingly, and you have to breathe slowly through your nose so it doesn’t come back up. You’re no longer uncertain; you’re confident this cocktail is an attempt on your life.

It’s as you’re nursing that drink and leaning angstily against a wall in the corner of the room, that you sense someone approach you. Your eyes take a moment to adjust as you look up, surprise filtering through you once you register the figure by your side.

“Hey.”

Your brows shoot up, a small grin tugging your lips. “Oh? Long time no see, Mei Mei. What cave have you crawled out of to be here tonight?”

The snow-haired woman rolls her eyes, lips twitching. Her tongue darts to swipe over the tip of a pointed canine.

“Oh, you know, every homebody has to come out to play every once in a while.” Her nose twitches, and she leans forward slightly to inhale. Her eyes flutter wide in pleasant surprise. “Well, don’t you smell absolutely divine tonight. Special occasion?”

Kind of, but you’re not about to tell her that. Mei Mei can be a decent enough acquaintance so long as you keep her at arm’s length.

“I’m trying something new,” you answer simply. She hums, and when her body angles towards you again ever so slightly you become aware of the most odd, prickly sensation. It tickles the hairs at the back of your neck, and you fight the peculiar urge to turn and look around. All you’d see is dancing bodies and stumbling drunks, anyway.

“It suits,” Mei Mei purrs with a smile that makes you a little nervous. Music throbs against your body so strongly that for a moment you’re not sure whether the beat you’re feeling in your chest belongs to your heart or the song. “Though you ought to be careful going on campus smelling like that. You’ll lure in every bloodsucker in a five-mile radius.”

You suppose that means the tincture is doing its job. The way her eyes are appraising your pulse points keeps you feeling nervous, though. Perhaps… it wasn’t the best idea to make yourself smell so scrumptious after all. There are more than a few loose canons in the area.

It’s a little too late for regrets now, though. At this point you just gotta double down and own the decision.

“Noted,” you say, taking a hearty sip of your death-in-a-cup. The burn is now a pleasant distraction. You smile at Mei Mei and feel that prickly, hot feeling increase tenfold. What is that?!

The sensation has your heart rate elevating slightly, and it must make the aroma of your blood a little stronger because the vampire before you lets out a soft groan, her eyes fluttering shut. Almost like it’s instinct, she takes a step closer and leans her head towards the crook of your neck. Your startle is almost imperceptible, and you’re thankful that the top you opted for is one that saved the neck exposure for a well-placed boob window instead. The fabric covering half the expanse of your throat is probably the only reason you don’t freak out at her actions.

Her nose brushes your skin, dragging up the column of your throat until it flirts with the bottom of your earlobe. Your heart skips a beat before tumbling into a full gallop. It’s different to how it felt with Satoru— you don’t like this nearly as much. Your legs tense with the urge to leave.

“Really,” she says, purring your name. “You’ve got me feeling quite peckish. Won’t you let me have a little sn–“

A grip winds around your wrist like a vice, not painful but certainly unforgiving. Startled, you look up and see the person of the hour, the vampire you went to all this effort to torment in the hopes he would want you again. Wow, it doesn’t sound great when you think of it like that. The alcohol is certainly not helping your self-esteem right now.

Satoru’s pretty baby-blues are dark, pupils blown wider than you’ve ever seen before, and his entire body is riddled with tension. He almost looks like the slightest pressure would have him snapping in half. His jaw is locked tightly, and he hisses through clenched teeth and descended fangs.

“Come with me. Now.”

You don’t get the chance to bid Mei Mei farewell, not that you really want to, and the last thing you see as you’re dragged out of the room is her waving a manicured hand your way, mouthing a playful ‘goodbye’. She looks far too amused for your comfort.

Right now, Satoru is nothing like the cheeky, carefree, shit-stirring bastard you’ve come to know and love. That isn’t to say you’re completely opposed to it, because the way he looks like know is a pretty big turn-on. But still – the difference is startling. You’re not sure how to navigate the situation.

Before you know it you’ve been unceremoniously relocated to his bedroom, and he is pressing you against the door the second it closes behind you with a heavy, loud THUD.

For a moment, the only sound that fills the space is that of the music beyond the wooden barrier. The bass is no longer indistinguishable with your heart beat – the stuttering rhythm that echoes against your rib cage is all you.

Satoru inhales deeply as though to calm himself down, only to let out a long, low groan immediately after. The sound affects you more than it probably should, heat winding pleasantly up your spine.

“What was that?” He demands, brows snapping together. It takes you a moment to realise that he’s most likely referring to Mei Mei being horny on main just before. His massive frame boxes you in against the door in such a way that you’re almost embarrassed by how much it makes your tummy flutter.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you breathe, chin tilted up as you hold his gaze. Something feral flickers through his expression.

“Oh, don’t be cute.” The words snap into the air, causing your breath to hitch. Satoru’s eyes flick to your forearm, where the slightest bruise still remains from the last time you were in close quarters like this. He swallows, piercing gaze returning to your own.

“I told you.” Satoru’s words leave in a snarl, his fingers firm against the flesh of your hips. His own body is so close to yours that you can feel the heat of it, the tingle of electricity that arcs between you. “That I would be able to smell it if another vampire so much as breathed near you. Did you think I wouldn’t notice you getting chummy with one in my own home?”

You can easily recall him saying that to you almost a fortnight ago, when he had been commenting that he could tell you hadn’t been bitten before thanks to his sharp senses and all that. You didn’t think he was lying. You are surprised that he cares, though. Something like indignation bubbles beneath your lungs, because how dare the bastard spout that shit when he just spent the last two weeks since your ‘encounter’ pretending you didn’t exist.

“Not sure why you give a shit,” you retort, squashing down a whine that begins to rise in your throat when his hips begin to press into yours. “Seemed like you were done with me after you finally got that taste you wanted so bad.”

His brows scrunch together, appearing confused for a second amongst the agitation on his features. You decide to fill the gap in the conversation on his behalf.

“I really was just a Sip ‘n’ Dip to you, huh,” you scoff, letting your head fall back against the door. His eyes snap to the column of your throat, more of which is now exposed. “At least now I know the only thing you want from me is my blood. Really saved me some grief there, Satoru.”

“Excuse me?”

When your eyes slide back to his face, he looks like you’ve physically struck him. His fingers dig into your hips almost out of habit, just shy of being painful. Anger still bubbles beneath your sternum, and you glare at him.

“By the way, as far as I’m aware, biting me once doesn’t give you any exclusive rights to my blood, so where the hell do you get off getting so shitty because someone else took a whiff–“

Satoru snaps.

“I don’t just want your blood,” he snarls, lips curling away from pin-prick sharp fangs. He has the nerve to look insulted. “I want you, you stupidly oblivious pain in my ass. All of you.”

He then leans in, erasing any foreign scents lingering on you and replacing it with something of his own, whatever pheromone bullshit vampires do. You’re too busy trying to stop your heart from having palpitations to focus on it too much because what the fuck did he just say—

“Do you have any idea how close I am to losing myself to a frenzy, like a fucking fledgling?!” His lips brush over the pulse point at your neck, and then teeth, razor-sharp and full of promise, drag over the skin of your clavicle, leaving gooseflesh in their wake. You shiver, flushing with heat and desire. The threat of another bite is already enough to have your body reacting in memory of how the last one felt. You want him, god you want him so, so badly.

“I haven’t fed since then because I can’t get the taste of you out of my head, and I can’t stomach anything else. I can’t stop thinking about the noises you made when I sank my teeth into you, and the scent of absolute desire that filled the entire fucking room the second the venom kicked in for you.” Satoru’s words are punctuated by a prick just below your collarbone, the brief sting eliciting a gasp. Warmth begins to trickle thinly from the site and is quickly staunched by a press of his tongue, and he moans. You’re so painfully aroused that it nearly makes you dizzy. He groans, long and suffering. “Just like now.”

He moves lower and lower, hauling you off the floor and completely into his hold so his mouth can reach your chest without stooping. Suddenly in the air, you can’t help the way you yelp and wrap your legs tightly around his hips – which, in turn, presses the heat of your core against the very prominent bulge there. You both echo a groan.

“Coward,” you manage to pant, out of sheer spite if nothing else. “Stupid idiot. I clearly want you. I literally could not have been any more obvious, you’re so –“

His teeth sink into the exposed top of your breast, retracting once they puncture deep enough to get a good flow. Then, he latches firmly onto the flesh, sucking it into his mouth. The act startles a moan out of you, the venom from the initial bite already transmuting the pain into heady pleasure and sending heat through your veins, all while kicking your heart into an even faster beat. Perhaps one of the best perks of the venom is that after that first dose settles in, the only part of the process left for you to feel is pleasure.

Even while you’re unable to help the way your hips roll into his own, and unable to ignore the feral, sinful moans vibrating against your chest as he suckles the wound he made and drinks from you, you manage to continue insulting him.

“You’re so stupid, why the hell did you avoid me for two weeks huh?” A moan breaks up your complaint as he swipes his tongue in broad movements over the bite, his hips snapping into yours and pressing you further into the door. The wood creaks, but neither of you pay it any mind. You can barely function around the incredible sensation of his cock grinding against you through layers of clothing. “All you did was send mixed messages and piss me off and, ngh fuck–“

He pulls back enough that you can see the flush in his face, the feral gleam in his eyes and the smear of blood over swollen lips. His brows are furrowed, but he’s too besotted by the taste of you to have as much heat behind his glare as he did previously.

“There are some things you can’t take back,” he grits out, tongue coming to clean the red from his lips. Your heart stutters, pulse thudding in your ears. “Especially for my kind. If I didn’t stay away, I probably would have ended up doing one of those things.”

Your core positively throbs with need, clenching around nothing. The extent to which you want him right now has you more irritable than usual. “Satoru, I wouldn’t have let you drink from me if I wasn’t interested in everything else it would entail—“

“You don’t understand,” Satoru groans, freeing a hand to rip at the material of your shirt. Clawed fingertips slice through with ease, taking out the bra straps underneath as well. He makes quick work of the band beneath your chest and the underwear is then torn from your form and thrown somewhere in the background. The material of your top remains, and he yanks it down below your aching breasts, watching with rapt attention as they bounce free heavily. Barely allowing you time to moan, he lifts you higher in his arms and dives down to drag his teeth over the swollen globes. He nips and nibbles across the sensitive skin, eliciting all sorts of sounds from you and an unbearable amount of desire that shoots straight between your legs. You can feel slick arousal trickling from your aching cunt with each new miniscule bite Satoru delivers, but honestly at this point you’re too horny to be embarrassed.

“I already want everything you can give me, and more.” He bites the inside of your breast and the flesh gives easily beneath the razor-sharp point of his fangs. One of his hands comes to grip the other side of your chest while he laps and sucks at the blood welling in the wound. Your nipples are painfully hard and you feel like you could cry in relief when his long, nimble fingers begin to deliver them some much-needed attention. “I want every single part of you and I don’t want to share. This is the way I am built. I can’t do this with you again and let you go afterwards. I want you to be mine.”

You probably shouldn’t find that as romantic as you do, but aren’t really in a position to psycho-analyse your response right now. It’s not all that surprising, either, since you recall someone mentioning to you before how strongly vampires bond with their partner when they finally make their choice. As it happens, his confession serves to not only make your heart soar but your pussy throb. You’ve been pining for this man for years, so even amongst the haze of lust clouding your mind you don’t have to think about how to respond to it.

This is, after all, the solution you were hoping for two weeks ago.

“I don’t want you to let me go, or take anything back. Please bite me again, mark me up–” You pause to gasp, Satoru having shoved your skirt up to bunch around your hips. Your panties are gone a split-second later, likely discarded in the same manner as your bra, and the hand that was at your breast is now trailing your slit and gathering all the slick that has pooled there. His middle finger dips in, causing a stutter in your breath. You lean forward to whisper in his ear, snowy strands of hair tickling your cheeks as you do so. “And please, please fuck me, Satoru.”

Something snaps in him, and he doesn’t need to be told twice.

A feral snarl escapes him, a gravelly “fuck” the only warning you get before his teeth sink down just above your nipple, fangs retracting once blood wells to the surface, and he pulls both the wound and your stiffened peak into his mouth, sucking hard. There isn’t a single ounce of pain, only the white-hot pleasure that shoots to your clit and has you keening as a result, hands scrabbling for purchase along his broad shoulders. That free hand that was at your slit has made quick work of his pants and is now guiding his scalding member to slap against your clit, and then press against your entrance while you recover from the shock of pleasure.

You expected him to be well-endowed, and you’re not at all disappointed. Satoru’s cock is fat and long, and with one roll of his hips it spears right into you. There is no resistance, you’re far too aroused and wet for there to be any, but the feeling of being split open by such a monster quite literally knocks the breath out of you. You hardly recognise the noise that escapes you as one of your own, hands gripping the vampire’s hair and shoulder so tightly you’d be worried about hurting him if he was human. He isn’t, though, and without even noticing your grip continues drinking from you while latched to your breast, tongue pressing and rolling your aching nipple all the while.

A second is all you get to adjust to the foreign length inside you before Satoru rolls his hips back with a moan, the fat head of his cock dragging against your walls as he does so, and then slams it back in. He builds a rhythm immediately that is almost animalistic in its desperation and fervour, each thrust firm and hitting so deep inside that you honest to god think it has you seeing stars. Whines and moans tumble from your mouth, no longer able to be held back when the only thing your brain can comprehend is the sheer pleasure and ecstasy that burns and sparks along your limbs. He begins to hit a certain spot when he fucks up into your heat that has you clenching around him, slick gushing forth.

“FUCK.” He rips away from your chest to tilt his head back in a rough, stilted moan, his hands gripping and digging into the meat of your thighs where they melt into your ass. In the absence of his mouth, blood begins to dribble down the swell of your breast. His crystalline eyes are hazy and blown out in lust, brows drawn together and expression twisted in pleasure, his breath coming in pants. He is visibly barely holding it together, completely drunk on the taste and feel of you– and it simultaneously is the hottest and sweetest thing you’ve ever seen. “Yes, fuck, squeeze me just like that.”

You oblige, relishing in the full-body shiver that tears through him in response. He bites your name out amidst a tortured groan, hands shifting to your hips. His mouth returns to clean up the mess he left on your breast, lips latching around your nipple to suck and pull once more, and it’s almost enough to distract you from the way he suddenly begins to lift you by the hips and drop you back down on his cock in time with his thrusts. Almost. You have to bite back a scream at how fucking good it feels, the pressure and pace and just how full you feel. You can feel yourself rapidly beginning to come undone.

With the combination of his venom’s aphrodisiac effects and the sheer amount of time you’ve spent longing for this, you don’t imagine you’re going to last much longer. If the unforgiving pace of Satoru’s hips is anything to go by, you estimate the same to be the case for him.

He groans into your chest, releasing your breast to bounce in time with his thrusts, the action accompanied by an almost audible pop, and shifts his hold to free a hand. The pressure of two fingers against your clit has you crying out, body jerking at the sudden rush of pleasure – your head whips down to find him already looking at you, gaze swinging from the juncture of your thighs to your eyes. Evidently pleased by the expression he finds on your face, he continues his circling of your clit and leans his head down to trail kisses from your already-healing chest, up the column of your throat, across the line of your jaw, until he finally arrives at your lips.

“Mine,” he murmurs, lips brushing yours in a feather-light caress. His baby-blue eyes are lidded heavily and almost dazed, coherent thought lost to the throes of pleasure and his most simple instincts. He nicks your lip at the same time as he angles a particularly wonderful thrust, the head of his cock hitting against that spot that makes you see stars and release a loud, wanton cry. “You’re all mine.”

You pull back to nod rapidly, unable to form words when all you can think – all you can feel – is the throbbing pleasure of his cock splitting you open with each heavy thrust. His head follows, lips seeking your own once more. The kiss is hot, and needy, and his oversized canines scrape your bottom lip more than once, and yet all you can do is return the fervour in between moans and whines. His hand is still at work between your legs, and you feel in your bones that you’re really not going to last much longer at this rate.

Satoru releases your mouth with a final nip, and moves his head to nestle it in the juncture of your neck and shoulder. He groans, low and long, and the vibration turns to a shiver as it travels over your skin. His lips begin to move.

“Say it.”

You struggle to think let alone figure out what he wants, lost in the current of your rapidly approaching orgasm. His fingers pick up speed, aided by the generous amount of arousal still gushing from your pussy in between thrusts. It takes everything you have not to scream, your hips bucking.

“Say it,” he says again, an oddly uncertain note infiltrating his rumbling gasp. He utters your name while nosing at your throat and you feel yourself melt. “Please, say it.”

Realisation as to what he is looking for hits you at the same time as your orgasm. “Fuck! I’m– I’m yours, all yours! God, fuck—“

Satoru’s pace stutters, undone by your pussy clenching and throbbing around him in a fight to keep him inside, and it takes him a moment to recover before he begins to fuck into you again in earnest, movements growing sloppy and frantic but no less punishing. It all serves to prolong the wave of absolute bliss you’re riding in the wake of what has to be the strongest orgasm of your life. Those vampiric toxins are no joke.

You wind your arms around his neck, clutching him close and trying not to lose your mind as he fucks up into you, the drag of his cock against your walls somehow even more delicious than before. He mouths at your neck, hips beginning to stutter once more. You clench around him, and he breaks. There is barely enough time for a curse to escape his mouth before its clamping on your neck, teeth digging in deep— deeper than he’s ever bitten you before— and tingling heat spreading out from the puncture sites. He gives one, two, three final, dragging thrusts, body trembling and muscles taut, before his cock throbs and he buries it inside you, spilling into you with a deep, rumbling groan against your throat.

Soft, panting moans escape you as his hips continue to roll into you softly, riding out his orgasm, and you bite back a wanton groan as you feel his cum beginning to trickle out around his softening member. As soon as he comes back to his senses to a degree, he has the presence of mind to navigate the two of you to the bed before he loses strength in his legs, his mouth slipping from your neck after he laves his tongue over the wound to seal it. Unceremoniously, he drops the two of you against the mattress, but surprisingly keeps you snugly in his hold and his length still buried inside you. Ignoring how hot that is, you decide to view the action from a purely romantic light and nearly melt into the mattress.

Vaguely, you register the thumping club beats still booming beyond the confines of the room. Evidently the party was still ongoing.

“This wasn’t how I planned for today to go,” he admits, after a few beats of contented silence. He nuzzles his face to your chest, dragging his nose across your collarbone. “I was going to talk to you tomorrow morning.”

You snort; that’s likely.

“… This is how I planned for today to go, though.”

He huffs a laugh before pressing his lips together, clearly trying not to enable you further. He allows for another few moments to pass, and in that time you let your own eyes flutter closed.

“You can’t change your mind, by the way,” he says suddenly, tone odd. You open your eyes and turn to see his crystalline gaze directed to your neck, where the latest of his bite marks sits proudly. “I may have done one of those things I can’t take back.”

You’re not sure how to tell him it’s not as bad of a thing as he thinks it to be.

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fanta2y · 4 months

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alright first fic on this page, pls be nice. im really happy with it ! i think it turned out cute :)) i hope yall like it !

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“Ryomennn.”

You pulled on one of his draping kimono sleeves. Much like a small child would when wanting their fathers attention, but instead the only thing you crave is a simple glance from your lover. You dragged out the syllables of his name in hopes of annoying him enough to pull his piercing eyes to meet yours.

But the only reward you got for your efforts was a short huff from the large man, as he pulls the piece of white fabric from your fingers. You pouted, trying to come up with ways to get his attention. He’s been in such a sour mood since this morning.

He left the bed before kissing your forehead, didn’t bother pulling the covers back over you as you slept while he haphazardly rummaged through the room without a care in the world. You weren’t sure what had happened, or if you had done something but what you did know what that your patience was running thin and if you didn’t get some loving very soon you were going to go insane.

“Can you please just look at me?” You pouted, staring up at his intimidating side profile as he lounged on the large throne. The maids and servants did their very best to pretend as if they were none the wiser to the clear spat going on between the Lord and his Lady. But even you could see their curious eyes slinking between the two of you. Your pretty sure you heard a couple of them whispering on bets of how long this silent treatment of his was going to last.

“You are acting like a child.” His voice booms, making you flinch. You hadn’t heard his voice all day so the suddenness of his speech startled you. Quickly recovering from the scare, you huff. “Well I wouldn’t have too if you weren’t pretending I don’t exist.”

He simply rolled his eyes, crossing one set of arms as the other two laid loosing at his sides. The frustration was eating at you now, having gone hours without the affectionate gazes and gentle touches.

You were all too familiar with who Sukuna was, what he had done and what he continues to do. This air of indifference wasn’t new to you, but it had never been directed at you like this before. Like you were simply one of his concubines again and not his married wife.

The lump began growing in your throat and you felt the hot tears sting behind your eyes. Sighing, you stood. Usually you would need to ask for permission to be excused, but this time you simply couldn’t be bothered. Half convinced he wouldn’t even notice you leaving. Dusting off your kimono, you turned to leave the large throne room but before you could even take two steps you felt the familiar weight of an arm curling around your waist.

Effortlessly, he lifts you with one arm. Situating you soundly between his crossed legs. A confused noise left your lips as you looked up at him. His arm wound tightly around you still, not tight enough to hurt but enough for you to realize that you certainly weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“Where do you think your going, woman?” He asked, a twinge of venom sculpting his words as he looked down at you. The eyes you had been wanting to meet yours since the wee hours of the morning. But instead of them being filled with a soft love reserved for you and you alone. You were met with a cold gaze, nothing soft swirling within those piercing red eyes.

It only served to make the lump that had lodged its way into your throat larger, and the tears to threaten to spill onto your cheeks. But you wouldn’t take the embarrassment, a fear of his reaction settling deep in your gut. If you were to start crying now who knows what he would do? Throw you out? Mock you?

You closed your eyes, hoping to take a minute to swallow the lump in your throat to keep your voice from shaking. But before you could even take a breath, his voice rang out again.

“Look at me.”

His voice, albeit, was softer than before. With the way he had been acting all day, it only made your heart clench. Slowly, you opened your eyes. Met with his once again, the familiarity settled into your bones as you saw the love swirling within the deep red.

“It didn’t seem as though my presence was wanted, so I was going to remove myself, Sukuna.” You turned your head stubbornly, crossing your hands over your chest. A pout grew on your lips and he sighed. Clearly miscalculating how his poor mood would affect you. If the use of the old honorific was anything to go by. You only used that name for him when you were attempting to get under his skin. After you both had married, he had been very clear to call him by his name or nothing at all.

His large hand cradled your chin and turned your gaze back onto him. Your eyes now glazed over with unshed tears, as he lowered his head to yours. A luxury only you got to experience, the King of Curses. No one would ever dream of him lowering his head to anyone yet here you are.

As he rests his large forehead onto yours, lips brushing over eachother. You felt the tension melting from your shoulders and the frustration loosening in your throat. But with this relaxation opened the floodgates behind your eyes and the tears began pouring down your cheeks.

“There we go,” He spoke, barely above a whisper, “Let it all out, little one.”

One hand stayed firm on your chin, not letting you move your head an inch. Wanting to watch your tears cascade down your face. Two of his hands laid on your waist, rubbing soothing circles into the flesh there. His final hand cupping your cheek, rubbing his thumb gently over the tears that fell.

“You are so mean, Ryo.” You pouted wetly, attempting to shake yourself from his intense grasp. Still trying to hold on to the anger that was slowly slipping from your being.

“I’ve been very mean, haven’t I?” He voice took on an almost mocking lithe, a patronizing tone that willfully went over your head. His presence filled your every sense, his strong musky scent filled your nose, his hands burned sweetly into your skin. It clouded over your mind, and as the tears slowly dried on your face. Your body slowly went limp with exhaustion of the emotional day.

The hand on your back pushed you forward, head first into his waiting chest. His arms closing in around you and you comfortably situated into his chest.

“Right where you belong.” He murmured, pulling your face forward planting a wanting kiss on your lips, returning your head back to its original place. His lips gracing the crown on your head as your eyelids fluttered shut. Your breath evening out as you found solace in his embrace, snuggled close to your love.

Even though he has a funny way of showing it, you know he loves you too. At least, loves you in the only way he knows how.

author note: oh lord my first writing posted on here, YAWL IM GOING ALL THE WAY LOL. but nah i really hope yall enjoy !! thank you for reading !! reblogs and comments will literally make me cry happy tears so ... <3

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Finders Givers | Part 4

Steve Harrington had faced a lot of daunting things in his lifetime. He’d dealt with a lot of intimidating people, criminals of all shapes and sizes, he’d dealt with the lot of them with a calm finesse that earned a level of respect he didn’t really think he deserved. A lot of it was posturing. An insane amount of right out of the gate confidence that covered up just how much of an idiot he could actually be at times.

The confidence was all those people saw. It was his own people that knew how much of an overprotective dork he was, so it was his own people who felt most at ease around him. Like sure, he had Lola, his baseball bat riddled with nails for intimidation, and sure he’d used it a few times, but only in self-defence, and only against the most unsavoury of people.

The last one was Creel, and he hadn’t even been the one to use it.

Seeing the cause of his current insanity just… there, in the flesh, no longer in a groady fast food place uniform, looking good enough to eat well… he was only human.

Forgive him if he forgot how to word for a minute.

Luckily, once Robin recovered, she rose from her seat, rounded it, and motioned her arm as if presenting them to him.

“Steve, meet Eddie Munson and his roommate Chrissy Cunningham, tenants of the block of apartments you purchased. Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham, please allow me to introduce my very own single—” she winked at Eddie, both in reference to his own earlier quip about Chrissy, and because hint hint, he’s pathetically single and clearly pining, Steve’s eyes snapped to her face, although she gave him no time to shut her up as she continued “—platonic life partner, Steve Harrington, the guy in charge.” Eddie loved her already, Chrissy was cutely hiding her smile behind her hand. “They’re here asking questions about the letter we sent regarding the rent forgiveness and renovations.”

The one she’d not looked over. The one Nancy had rushed out. The one she wished she’d have seen before it went out just to make sure she had some kind of explanation ready and waiting should anyone pop by asking questions.

“O-oh! Oh yeah, yep, I know, your door isn’t soundproof hence the uhm—the entrance, I can probably answer a few questions, maybe even get some ideas and opinions from you guys, we don’t wanna go into the renovations not knowing what our tenants need so—” he let the sentence just hang there as he motioned out toward the hallway.

“Wait so you’re not just… doing stuff randomly, you want us to basically ask you for things, and you’ll give them to us?” Chrissy asked, rising from her seat since Eddie was still a little struck stupid over the most beautiful man on the planet and the fact that he was single. Eddie was also trying to figure out where he’d seen this guy before too because that was a face you didn’t just forget.

“Well… that’d make the whole process a lot smoother, right?”

Eddie finally shook his head free of his barnacle-like thoughts to ask a very simple, “Why?” If he didn’t have Steve Harrington’s attention before, he did now, those beautiful baby cow eyes staring right into his soul, warming it up like a soul toaster oven. “Ehem—why are you doing this? Why should we believe that you’re just… doing it for the sake of doing it? Nobody is that philanthropic, especially rich people, no offense but that’s like… the opposite of what rich people usually do.” Toaster oven was just slow enough to let him get those icy thoughts out before they could be fed to it to be warmed and buttered up. God he wanted some toast.

“Key word being usually.” Steve shot back, hazel eyes dancing in amusement, criminally handsome smile on his lips, damn him. “They won’t be palaces, they won’t be penthouse suites or comparable to five star suites, but I’d like to make them comfortable, safe, I’d like to make sure the electrics work, the heating system is up to date and make sure you have all the amenities you could need, I’d ask you not to take the piss with your requests, of course… but… if it’s reasonable I’m quite happy to provide it.”

“And what do you want in return for this?” There was always a catch, a devils contract for sure, too good to be true, there had to be a catch.

Steve looked at him for a moment, smile slipping from his face as he looked Eddie up and down, then… a slow, almost deadly grin seemed to curl at his lips, damn near predatory in its appearance, it sent a shiver down Eddie’s spine, dread licking at his bones.

Evil. That was evil, he was—

“Your soul, Eddie Munson.” Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit ho— “snerk” Steve snorted, that expression disappearing, replaced by one drenched in amusement “I’m kidding! You’re so easy, Munson. I’m not the devil, calm down.” Chrissy was giggling, the traitor, Robin looked exhausted, probably used to the antics, Eddie could feel his heart trying to escape his chest through his throat, could feel his cheeks warm in embarrassment.

“You—you didn’t answer my question.”

“I own where you live, I don’t have to answer your question.” Steve winked at him. The beautiful bastard. “I would however love it if you worked with me here. It’d just be nice for my tenants to get along with me, don’t you agree?” He was like some kind of snake, a sneaky little snake, charming but scheming “I’m also buying a local bar too, I don’t intend to change it all that much but—”

“You’re the one buying the Hideout?” Chrissy’s eyes widened, cutting him off as if she couldn’t help herself “why?”

“I want it.” So simple. He really didn’t have to answer any questions. And if he did answer, he wouldn’t give the full story. Suspicious, he was suspicious. “Owner isn’t staying on staff when the purchase goes through though obviously, I believe he’s retiring to the tropics, so I’ll need new staff, wouldn’t happen to know of anyone who needs a job would you?” A scheming, snakey snake of a man.

Eddie didn’t have to play to his tune though “Nope, I don’t know a single person in this whole world who needs a job right now thanks though.”

Chrissy didn’t share his scepticism though, happy to offer a chipper little “we just lost our jobs!”

“Traitor” he hissed.

“Oh hush, Teddy-bear, he’s harmless!” Steve grinned, oh yeah, totally harmless that one “we know a few guys who’d be great at it too, Gareth has bartending experience, remember?”

“Mixing two cocktails at a house warming party does not count as bartending experience.”

“They were good cocktails though, Eddie, you had like, six of them.”

“And I stand by the fact that each one tasted different!”

“But you LIKED them!”

“That’s not how bartending works! They have to taste the same each time!”

“Fine, he knows how to make SIX slightly different cocktails.”

Across the room, Steve leaned just a little closer to Robin just to quietly ask “is this what we look like to outsiders?”

“God I hope not” Robin knew better though, it was exactly how they looked to outsiders.

“Alright guys!” Steve stepped forwards, closer to the bickering pair. “I have quite a bit to do today as you can probably imagine, so how’s about we discuss this further over… say… dinner?” He could feel Robin’s incredulous stare boring holes into the back of his head. Ignoring it. Ignoring it. “You’re both more than welcome.” He was clearly looking at Eddie though.

“I’m busy” Chrissy was quick to answer before Eddie could object “but Eddie… Eddie is totally free, aren’t you Eddie?” His mouth still open from where she’d beaten him to the punch, now looking between them both in bafflement.

“Uhm—I… uh—heh—no, nope, nope not free, not free at all in the slightest c’mon Chrissy let’s just go home!” He grabbed her hand in a flurry of flustered panic “we’ve gotten all we came to get so thanks for the rent free living!” Steve didn’t stop him as he pulled an objecting Chrissy along with him out the door in a rush “We want a dishwasher!” He yelled over his shoulder as he pulled her down the hall to the elevator, leaving Harrington and Buckley behind, missing the exact moment when Robin whacked Steve around the back of the head with her papers, and called him an idiot.

Part 6

#PirateWrites #FindersGiversFiclet #Steddie #Mob Boss Steve Harrington #No Upside Down AU #Shady!Steve #CW: light-hearted stalker vibes

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kitsunefyuu · 6 months

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I’m going insane at the fact AFO goal in the most simplified and not convoluted way. He wants love and adoration. He wants what he sees everyone else has and because of how he grew up only knows how to take by force.

His desire is simple yet not at all. He demands everyone to be subservient to him because he has what they need. He wishes to be a provider.

He throws people away once they are no use, yet still wishes to imitate family by calling Aoyama his nephew. This drives me insane as it toxic as hell but it born from someone who never experienced actual love. Only knowing cruelty and harshness he demands their attention and reliance on him because that the closest thing to love he knows.

I feel insane about this man because this was NOT what I expected from him. And after piecing all the ‘explanation’ of his motive with this last chapter. With his desire for everyone to be ‘Yoichi’ the one he provides for? It just CLICKS.

I’m still recovering. Needing to collect all the talk on AFO motive. Just because he wants what everyone has. To a insanely selfish degree.

#my hero academia #all for one mha #all for one #all for one bnha #BNHA 407 #MHA 407 #manga spoilers #dad for one bnha #dad for one theory #AFO NEEDS THERAPY FOR REAL THO #yoly's theories

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cressthebest · 10 days

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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 30

chapter 49:

1. jegulus jumpscare (it’s a dream i wasn’t expecting)

2. shit. the dream is about their wedding plans. i- i can’t do this shit while reg is in the arena

3. shit it’s raining and i know reg can’t handle it because of the last crimson river/arena

4. god, sirius wakes up to the rain and his first thought it to go save regulus

5. “"Lily, have you been using sex for favors?"

"No." Lily pauses, then snorts. "Well, alright, so this is how it works, yeah? I'm already having sex, and then I'm like, say, look at you all laid out and desperate to give me what I want; don't you want to do this very small, very simple thing for me? And then they mostly always say yes, and they get what they want, all while I'm having a grand time and also getting what I want. See? Win-win.””

😭😭😭 i love her your honor

6. “”I cannot believe that this revolution is partially running on your competency in sex."

"Oh, if only it could fully run on that. Everything would go so smoothly. Shit, we'd win the war in, like, a week.""

😭😭😭💍♥️ marry me please

7. “”I keep telling [Effie] I know exactly how to make her feel better, but she insists she's a married woman, and also far too old for me. Disappointing, really.”” 😭😭😭

8. james confronting lucius has me scared for remus. like, i know they can’t trace it back to remus, but i’m so scared

9. james is pissed at the world and it’s honestly scary

10. i know james is trying to use donations, but i’m also aware that riddle wants to make sure no donations make it to reg, sirius, or marlene

11. “"Aw, your boyfriend sent you a present," Rabastan teases, his tone lighthearted and good-natured.

"Fiancé," Regulus corrects sharply”

GAGGED. he took james’ words and fucking ran with it like nobody’s business

12. not narcissa welcoming james to the family 😭😭😭😭

13. james sent him a bagel and all the death eaters are making fun of him for being gay over it 😭😭

14. all james sent on the card was “???” 😭😭 pls that’s so funny

15. poor eli

16. the sad bonding over marlene and sirius having recovered from drinking problems

17. don’t tell me that the fucking crimson river hands are coming out the hedges. i- god i hope reg gets to personally witness riddle’s downfall

18. AND THE FUCKING GREEN MIST??? FUCK THIS

19. “You never truly do feel as alive as when death is breathing down your neck.”

oh he’s insane as hell. a black for sure

20. shit. sirius’ mind just went blank in the maze

21. the hallow is cruel beyond belief for this

22. “He has had dreams of Regulus, ah, using his dagger during…intimate moments, but is that something he'd actually do? Well… Okay, bad example.” 😭😭😭😭

23. james was so close to an epiphany about mcgonnagal making everyone hate the games. he was so close

24. “Thorfinn said he'd have to be killed to be stopped from going after Sirius, even though Regulus explicitly told him what he'd do about that, and so Regulus killed him. Newton's third law: for every action in nature there is an equal and opposite reaction.”

bitch do not pull physics into this 😭😭

also that means that sir isaac newton existed in this universe, which if we see this as a future for our universe, it means that homophobia was prevalent at one point and the world straight up just eradicated it. 🤷🏽‍♀️ pro for this universe ig

25. “When he lifts his head, the first thing Regulus sees is his brother.

The second thing he sees is Sirius' fist, just the flash of it, just seconds before it collides with the side of his face.”

he had it coming fr

#marauders #regulus black #sirius black #crimson rivers #jegulus #james potter #lily evans #dorcas mention

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lavalais76 · 10 days

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I was reading terrible things about Sansa Stark and now my blood is boiling. How could people HATE an 11 yr old child who has absolutely no control over her own life. They went as far as to saying the mountain-clan will kidnap her and she will marry Timit!!!!😳

They also say Sansa will remain in the Vale until the end of the last book, but have no objections to Arya and Dany on a revenge killing spree. And for God's sake don't mention Sansa with Jon. They absolutely go INSANE, saying Dany and Jon will save humanity. Dany can't save anyone if she is killing millions of people and burning others alive.

Sansa will kill LF with the help of Timit is what they say and OHHH, Jon will marry Val. How TF can Val be QINT when she is a wilding and no real princess. She looks the part as Jon says, but we ALL know what kind of woman Jon REALLY CRAVE. A high born willowy creature who brushes her hair waiting for some knight to save her.

Jon craves Sansa Stark aNd I personally believe he always HAVE. My response to "these idiots was this: (and I could be wrong) but who knows.

Alyas Karstark was a red herring. Sansa is definitely the girl in grey. Miranda also has a grey cloak that went missing and WHY would Miranda mention Jon being LC to Sansa? There is a reason for all of that. Just like Arya and Jon were to fall in love in original version, it's going to be Sansa and Jon.

Jon even says he has no sister (,5Never considered Sansa a sister) he then says “my half sister truly” (that's what he and Sansa referred to each other as) He mistakes Melsandra for Ygritte, and says all robes are GREY in the dark, yet suddenly hers were RED. Martin is a hell of a writer, and I was in denial about Sansa being the grey girl as well. Not anymore.

Sansa is getting the hell out of the Vale. There will be no kidnapping from mointain-clans or falling in love with a secondary character such as Timit. What sense would that even make? Some people act as if Sansa doesn't matter, or she is some side character when she has one of the most tragic SAD stories in the whole series. She is scared and do whatever she has to do to survive, even if it means allowing LF to kiss her and molest her in which she has NO CONTROL over. It also blows my mind how people were “shipping” (and I hate that word) Sansa Stark and the HOUND of all monsters. Sansa has had 4 FALE BEASTS in her life. Joffery, Tyrion, The Hound, and LF. These men are evil and takes advantage of a young lonely 11 yr old girl who has been captured like a butterfly in a Jar. They are evil, YES; BUT they are NOT the real BEAST.

The real BEAST is Jon Snow. As we know, Jon was already a bit ruthless before the stabbings. (I do not think Jon died that night) For ONE: We need to think about the SNOW and hypothermia which can save the lives of people who are bleeding by knife wound or gunshot would. It's simple Science. Will Jon be on the brink of death and have a Near death experience? YES. There will be a lot of chaos at Castle Black and the wildings are very loyal to Jon. Eventually they will be ruling the wall while Jon recovers along with a few other loyal CROWS that love and respect Jon.

Master Ameon had a dragon dream when him, Gilly and Sam sailed off. He couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to tell Jon Snow that “ the cold preserves.” A fan asked GRRM about Jon's resurrection, and Martin said, “You think Jon is dead do you?” Maybe he was toying around, but everyone automatically assumed he DIED when there is absolutely NO EVIDENCE.

“He never felt the 4 knife only the cold” How do we even know there was a 4th knife or any other knives afterwards? Why was Jon’s hand clumsy when he tried to pull his sword out? Did they drug him? Why was Ghost acting hostile before the stabbings? Of course Ghost knew what was up. There is no telling who is involved in the attempt on Jon's life. Melsandra told him to watch the ones who smile in his face while they sharpen their daggers. I don't even rule Satin out, as Ive said many, many times.

On the show, Ollie was Satin in my opinion. They did not want to give it away. Back to Jon and Sansa and a few other things. First I want to say, Melsandra will definitely burn Shrinee thinking Stannis is actually dead. She will play absolutely NO PART in bringing Jon back from his “coma”. It's going to be Jon's wolf who saves him and release his soul back into his body, and Ghost will die, also sliding his shadow into Jon because Jon IS GHOST.

He will definitely be a beast and he will not be the same Jon as we know him. This is where Sansa Stark ( girl in grey) will come along and temper Jon just like she did the hound. They will eventually work together and fall in love and struggle with these feelings because keep in mind, Jon and Sansa does not know each other AT ALL. Yes, he will welcome her in open arms and be extremely protective of her, and yes they will fight while trying to get their home back or when they have to rebuild Winterfell together. (The blood of Winterfell)

Sansa Stark is destined to go North because she is the only one out of all the Stark children who has her wolf buried at Winterfell, and as Melsandra like to say: “the bones remember"

#jon snow #jonsa #jon x sansa #sansa stark #jonsa meta #girl in grey #jon x sansa meta #i dont think jon died the boy in him did #jon is in a coma like bran and will warg ghost

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Shade Darker than Red

Master Post

The plan to rid the Spirit of Gotham of some of the worst curses that affected her was simple, safe, and guaranteed to succeed. Of course, every member of the Batfamily in attendance knew that was a lie even if they didn’t acknowledge it. The truth of the matter was that it was wildly complex mission requiring the family to split up and infiltrate three of the most dangerous locations in the city simultaneously and if it didn’t go flawlessly for all three teams then it was basically a guaranteed death sentence for not just the family but all of the innocent people of Gotham. No pressure.

While there were numerous curses all across the city that fed into each other, there were three of the worst, that together acted as chains, keeping the City Spirit bound and unable to heal. One was Slaughter Swamp, a strange murky body of water a little outside the city limits from which the zombie Solomn Grundy would be revived no matter how many times he was destroyed. Another was the infamous Court of Owls. The aristocrats and their undead legion of Talons who believed themselves the masters of the city had built their labyrinthine citadel on an anchor that predated the city itself. The last was a hidden sigil buried deep within the twisted halls of Arkham Asylum.

Once this information had been shared with the rest of the Batfamily, they all had to take a moment to process the scale of the task before them.

Slaughter Swamp by itself was an inhospitable wetlands that stretched for miles, infested with all manner of hostile wild life and a strange dark magic that reanimated the dead disposed of in the fetid waters. Any disturbance there had a chance of attracting the ire of Solomn Grundy who could then go on a rampage against the innocent people of the city.

The Court of Owls had been influencing the city through money and magic since it was first founded. In a parallel universe, Dick had been indoctrinated as one of the Talons, the undead assassins the Court used to exact their orders. Even Batman himself had never managed to truly purge Gotham of the Court and he had almost been driven to insanity after being tortured within the Court’s labyrinth. If even one of the masked aristocrats managed to escape they could take control of the Talons to begin a new reign of terror.

Arkham was of course its own can of worms. Even when the asylum had been first built its twisting corridors had harbored a curse that drove occupants to greater heights of insanity. Now after decades of mismanagement and tortured souls being confined within the walls, Arkham was truly a mad house in the most literal sense. Exploring deep into the catacombs, as would be necessary to find the sigil, risked running a foul of the inmates and corrupt guards, and escaping without a mass breakout would be an even greater trial.

Worse of all, after a thorough analysis of the data recovered by Barbara and Danny’s informants on the other side, the three locations would have to be hit at once. Danny had explained that the magical backlash from one anchor falling would rebound on the others, driving those nearby to even greater heights of madness and paranoia. Slaughter Swamp would likely expel all of its dead in a threat that hadn’t been seen since the last assault by the Black Lanterns and could spread across the globe. Arkham would surely see a breakout and inmates driven to worse and worse acts of cruelty. The Court would try to reclaim Gotham as a separate city state, initiating a police state and lock down enforced by the Talons.

None of them liked the idea of splitting the family up, but there really was no option. After hours of intensive debate the three teams that were going to assault the three locations were decided. In addition to splitting up the living members of the Batfamily, each team would get a little ghostly help as well. Jazz, Tim, and Duke were going to search Slaughter Swamp. Jason, Dick, and Damian were going to infiltrate Arkham. Danny, Cass, and Steph were going to lay siege to the Court of Owls.

“Alright, we all have our missions.” Danny said, drawing on the full gravitas of the King of the Infinite Realms. “If we fail, the world may never recover from what we stir up. But if we succeed, when we succeed, it will mean Gotham City will be a safer, brighter place. And most importantly, it will mean Jason will get a new job and stop lazing around my castle.”

With scattering of laughter, called jokes and threats and a bit of rough housing the three teams split up to take on their goals.

Batman had abandoned the Watchtower after Superman, Wonder Woman, and Flash had mutinied against him. They had stopped him from returning to his city and because of their interference Joker had been killed. He wanted to return to Gotham to investigate the murder, he already has several suspects and just because some of them were his former soldiers didn’t mean that they would be spared his judgment.

However he knew that the most powerful and arrogant members of the Justice League would not let their eyes off him for even a moment, much less long enough to sneak off to return to his city. Instead he retreated to an older, now derelict, JL base on the moon. There he continued to monitor his alarms, and his fellow JL members, and his former children.

One of the first things he had done was destroy the Zeta Tube for the base, he didn’t trust the other members not to pursue him there, or try and stop his work. Any supplies were sent by shuttle from the Watchtower, but he was working steadily to make the base completely self-sustaining, so he would no longer be dependent on others at all. Of course he moved as much kryptonite to the base as well as the rest of his most powerful countermeasures against the league to his new base.

He kept up to date on the happenings of the world and sent mission updates to the rest of the Justice League. They still needed his strategic mind if they were going to succeed against the threats to the Earth. He also sent repeated messages to Nightwing and the rest of his soldiers, reminding them that it was only a matter of time before they needed him and that they were letting the city fall apart in their stubborn refusal to beg for him to return.

So when he got alerts from alarms he had set up all over Gotham, he knew exactly what to do. He sent orders to the League to monitor Arkham for a new breakout, to watch out for another rising of Grundy and to be wary of the ultra rich and powerful members of the Court. He also sent another message to his subordinates in Gotham demanding to return. When all that was done, all he could was wait for them to reach out to him.

Dick had refused to be separated from Jason. He had lost his brother once, twice and now gotten him back again, like hell he was going to let him go again. Yeah Jason was different than he used to be. He glowed, he floated, he had a fucking tail. But he was still Jason. If anything he was Jason who was almost an average of how he had been before he had first died and how he had been when he came back the first time. He laughed more, and didn’t have the same rage he had come back with, but he was clearly more mature, more dedicated to the city than he had been as Robin.

Just as Dick refused to be away from Jason, Damian had refused to be away from Dick. Damian had been operating as Dick’s sidekick in Bludhaven and Gotham since the family separated. The two had been roommates, which was both more and less of a disaster than it could have been. Damian was significantly more fastidious than Dick would ever be and the two argued constantly about chores and cleanliness. Danny had just smiled and said that’s what siblings are like while Jazz had rolled her eyes behind him.

So despite the fact that Dick felt the mission was too dangerous for Damian, the three of them were sneaking their way into Arkham Asylum. They were the ones with the most combined knowledge and experience dealing with Arkham and its inhabitants. Jason was helping with his ghostly powers, bypassing whole sections of the Asylum with his intangibility, while Dick and Damian, two of the more acrobatic members of the family navigated the twisting halls.

“You know I’m kind of surprised Jazz didn’t want to join us here in Arkham, I’ve heard her talk enough about her plans for this place.” Dick said as they crept through an air duct leading to a lower level. Jason wouldn't have been able to squeeze through before, but now it was simplicity itself to change his ghost form to be smaller and slip through without even needing intangibility.

“She feels it's inappropriate to assault people she wants to provide mental health care for.” Jason whispered as he smacked Dick’s head with his tail. “Believe me, I’ve heard enough of her rants on how to properly care for the patients here.”

Dick was about to respond when Damian jabbed him in the ankle.

“Richard, please remember that despite being a red head she is not a suitable romantic partner.” Damian hissed.

“Hey just because I dated Babs, doesn’t mean-”

“And Kori.” Jason interrupted.

“And the marginally less annoying Flash protege.” Damian replied in his usual deadpan.

“I feel like I’m being bullied.” Dick whined. “I didn’t know that this mission would mean two of my baby brothers ganging up on me.”

The three of them dropped down into a cell block and hoped that their luck would hold out and the inmates wouldn’t riot. Danny had said that the magic that cursed this place could sense their intentions and fight to protect itself with whatever it had available, almost like a living thing, most dangerous when backed into a corner.

“And I don’t know why you’re so worried about me! Tim was the one who had fought tooth and nail to be on her team.” Dick continued trying to defend himself.

“Well, yes, of course. Drake wanted to inquire about the technology in the mechanical suit she had brought.”

“Oh that’s a bad idea.” Jason said, freezing in his spot as with a screeching clang the cell doors around them opened, freeing the surrounding inmates. Jason allowed his ecto energy to blaze to light at his fists.

“Really? Why?” Dick pulled out his escrima sticks and activated the electricity. Damian immediately put his back against Dick’s just like they would do when they were Batman and Robin.

“Because Jazz hates shop talk. She can’t stand when Danny and I get into it.”

Anything else was cut off by the surrounding inmates rushing the trio.

“I’m just saying, claiming to be the most mentally healthy in a family of vigilantes is not really the claim you think it is. It’s like saying you’re the fastest snail at the snail race because you’re a slug.” Jazz explained to Duke as they trekked through the muddy swamp water.

Slaughter Swamp hadn’t shown itself to be the most dangerous location to navigate just yet, but it did seem to be the most messy. Tim had ended up taking his cape off, because it was just dragging in the mud behind him. Duke was glad for once that he didn’t follow the rest of the family with their love of capes, though he had no idea how long it would take to clean the mud out of the cracks in his armor, and if they didn’t get out of this swamp soon he would definitely get trench foot from the water in his boots.

Jazz was doing both better and worse than Duke and Tim were. On the one hand the mechanized suit she wore was completely sealed and she could survive in any environment, including deep under water and in outer space. Duke wasn’t quite certain he wanted to know exactly how she knew that. On the other hand, the suit was heavy, and she was frequently wading up to her waist in mud and had to use the thrusters built into the back of the suit and a grapple cannon built into one of the arms to pull herself free.

Tim had tried to get Jazz talking about how the suit was built by asking how it stayed so clean, as the mud and algae seemed to just slough off without leaving any trace, but she had just loudly groaned about hating “shop talk” and started interrogating them on their self-care habits and mental health.

“I think it’s important for any teenaged vigilante to consider what else they want to be doing with their lives.” Jazz said. She was also talking completely calmly while fending off strangely aggressive crocodiles. “If you want to commit wholly to fighting crime that’s great! But if there’s something else you want to do, you need to consider how best to balance your vigilante work and the rest of your life.”

She gently tossed a crocodile into a nearby swamp patch where the reptile seemed to decide it wasn’t interested in prey that was that tough. Duke couldn’t help but be reminded of the times Damian had to fend off Alfred the Cat from walking across his latest canvas. He would gently bowl the cat down the hallway and Alfred would scamper back excited to play.

“You know, I’m surprised you’re not trying to convince us to stop being vigilantes.” Duke said.

Tim looked a tad defensive as if was ready to bust out his powerpoint presentation on why he needed to be on the streets right there in the swamp. Duke thought that was probably exactly what he was willing to do.

“Oh, I’ve dealt with teenaged vigilantes for long enough to know that isn’t going to happen.” Jazz said dismissively. “Any attempt to convince you would just push you away. Besides you two and Stephanie are the ones who chose this role, you’re only going to stop when you decide you’ve done enough.”

“Wha- Wait. How do you know that?” Tim’s suspicious glare was somewhat lessened by the vine he had been using to pull himself forward breaking and dropping into the swamp, dropping him on his ass in the mud as well.

“Danny and I have basically adopted Jason.” Jazz smiled as she lifted Tim out of the mire and set him on a nearby log. Duke couldn’t help thinking of Alfred the Cat again. “Of course we talked about the other members of our families!”

“He shouldn’t be talking about our secret identities!” Tim snapped from where he was now crouching on a log.

“He didn’t.” Jazz blocked a bite from another crocodile with her armored forearm. “But my brother had been one of only three half ghosts in existence and I was still able to put together that Phantom was his superhero identity, you think I wouldn’t be able to piece together the world famous Waynes?”

“Well when you put it like that, it almost makes it seem a waste of time to maintain a secret identity at all.” Duke muttered, as he flash banged another pair of crocodiles then used his umbra kinesis to shove a couple of venomous snakes away from him.

Jazz just shrugged. “That’s a choice only you can make, just know Danny, Jason and I will support you no matter what you choose.” She paused to glance around. “Get ready, we're close.”

“Solomon Grundy,” A harsh, guttural voice was accompanied by a portion of the swamp rising up.

“Born on a Monday,” The earth and mulch fell away to reveal the giant zombie.

“Christened on a Tuesday,” Tim used his grapple to pull himself up into a tree.

“Married on a Wednesday,” Duke moved to flank Grundy as Jazz braced herself.

“Took ill on a Thursday,” Grundy finished pulling himself free of the mud.

“I am Princess of the Infinite Realms, Lady Protector of the King-”

“Died on a Saturday,” Grundy charged and Jazz met him, the two of them crashing together and sending waves through the swamp water.

“And I swear on the grave of my brother that your darkness ends here!” Jazz shouted as she wrestled with Grundy.

Stephanie jogged through the sewers under Gotham alongside Danny and Cassandra. Cass had been the most opposed to her family splitting up with all these dangerous missions, and had desperately searched for any way they could hit the targets one after another. Even now, Steph could tell that she was uncomfortable having her family so far away. Especially since between magical interference and the layers of concrete over their heads their comms were all but useless.

However once it became clear that splitting up was the only way to go, Cass had immediately switched to insisting on traveling with Danny. Steph wasn’t certain if she thought he was a threat they needed to keep an eye on or if he was a new brother that they needed to get to know first. So Stephanie had of course tagged along.

She wouldn’t admit to anyone, though she was certain Cass could tell, but Steph was terrified. Ever since she had found out that Bruce had killed Jason, she’d been terrified. Terrified that someone else would die at his hand, terrified that they would turn on each other in his absence, terrified that they would all break apart and go their own ways. Cass could easily leave her behind and return to Hong Kong, and Steph didn’t think she would survive that.

So when Cass all but demanded that she and Danny would descend into the Gotham sewers to face down the Court of Owls, Steph jumped to accompany her. Anything to stay by her side for a little while longer. She couldn’t tell if she desperately wanted Cass to confront her about what her body language must be screaming or if she was just as terrified of the confrontation as she was about what she thought would follow after.

The trio were following a small green glowing blob as they ran through the sewers. Steph had never seen anything quite like the little guy, but Cass seemed to appreciate how cuddly the little slime was.

“So how does this thing know where the Court is? Isn’t the entrance supposed to be super hidden down here?” Steph asked, unable to resist her questions.

“As soon as I knew one of the curse anchors was located down here I sent just about every blob ghost in the city into the sewers.” Danny said. He grabbed both girls by the backs of their uniforms and lifted them up over a stream of water, flying effortlessly even with both of them in hand, before setting them down on the other side and continuing to follow the blob though now he was flying and had a tail instead of legs. “They would find every hidden corner and passage and saturate the whole area with ectoplasm. I’ll always find my way if an area has enough ectoplasm around.”

He then glanced nervously over his shoulder before continuing in a quieter voice.

“If you ask Jazz about that, she’ll be quick to tell you about the number of times I’ve lost my own castle in the Infinite Realms, but please remember I had only been king for like two months when that happened.”

Cass silently giggled and Steph chuckled as softly as she could.

It was only a few more minutes after that when they found a sigil in the shape of an owl on the wall. Danny moved up until his nose was almost touching the beak of the owl as he closely examined it. He took in every detail of the carving as he lightly traced his fingers across it.

“Couldn’t you, I don’t know, just ghost your way through it?” Steph asked, keeping her voice soft. Cass had turned to keep an eye on their surroundings to make sure no one snuck up on them.

“Oh I could, but it’s a bad habit to get into.” Danny whispered. Then he pushed his fingers into two parts of the carving causing an audible click, and though the carving didn’t move he still grinned and his eyes glowed brighter. “The old ghost King, Pariah, filled his keep with secret passageways like this, since it was all made of ectoplasm the other ghosts couldn’t phase through it. But I could. Turns out he was also a fan of leaving deranged traps just in case someone got through the door. Sometimes it's better to just unlock a door, than to be surprised by what's on the other side.”

His grin turned slightly maniacal as he slipped his finger into a hole Steph hadn’t noticed. Another click sounded and the entire carving slid to the side. Steph and Cass followed him through into the room beyond. He turned to look at the blob at his side.

“Are all members of the Court here?” He asked it, and the blob bobbed up and down like it was nodding. Then Danny slapped his hand to the wall next to the entrance and Steph could feel a weight settle on them as an obsidian crown burned into existence above his head. “Seal this place and these vaults, none may enter, none may leave, by order of the King.”

His words seemed to layer over each other and shriek through her head, rattling her bones with their force. Ice crackled out from his hand and spread across the door. Steph doubted that ice put in place by order of the Ghost King would be easy to melt. Danny cracked his neck and shook out his shoulders and the sounds of running feet raced toward them. He paused and cocked his head like he was listening.

“The others have engaged their curses. Now it's our turn.” His grin stretched into the territory of other worldly. Steph pulled out a pair of brass knuckles and Cass settled into a fighting crouch as the assassin hoard of the Court of Owls, the Talons started pouring out of openings in the rock to find the intruders.

Jason charged through another group of thugs, sending them tumbling to the ground like bowling pins. He was trying to preserve his power, because Danny and Jazz didn’t know exactly what the curse would need to break. Fighting through the bowels of Arkham Asylum with his brothers once more by his side filled him with joy and he could feel his core blazing with life inside him.

By that time almost every inmate in the asylum was free. Some were rioting on the upper floors, keeping the guards and warden busy, but most of the rest of the small fries seemed focused on stopping Jason, Damian and Dick.

Their usual rogues seemed to be on a completely different spectrum from the regular thugs. Riddler had given them a jaunty wave from where he was reading in his cell. Poison Ivy had given them a nod as she passed them heading in the other direction, no doubt to meet up with Harley and bust out together. Two Face had flipped a coin once they were within sight and after looking at it simply settled back on his cot. Jason wondered if their own obsessions prevented the curse of Arkham from directly influencing them like it was doing with the rest of the rabble.

Even the ones who either were so weak willed that they had to engage the trio or were simply taking advantage of the chaos were less effective than usual. Bane had led a break-in into the Arkham lock-up and freed his Venom injectors, however when he had charged them, Jason had phased through his body and ripped the injectors off his back. He was subdued quickly after that.

Scarecrow attempted to utilize a new Fear Toxin that he had probably brewed in his damn toilet, but Jason didn’t need to breathe and while he focused on maintaining an ecto shield around the heads of his brothers, Damian and Dick focused on beating the snot out of Crane.

They were almost at the heart of Arkham, and Jason could feel they were drawing closer to the curse anchor they were seeking when the Asylum pulled out one last trick.

“Ah, a ghost!” Mad Hatter cheered when he saw them, he had a simple hat on his head made out of paper. “I had wondered if I would see one!”

“Give it up Tetch! You’re no match for the three of us.” Dick shouted, stepping forward.

“Oh ho ho! Maybe not, but a fellow master of bending weaker minds, my good friend Frederich, let me in on a little secret after the clown laughed his last!” Hatter said, his eyes wide with glee. Then he began a rapid fire chanting in a strange language that had the words layering over each other.

Jason felt his brain go fuzzy, almost like his pit rage, but worse, so much worse. All he could see was red, and there were two pests near him that he had to destroy. He charged, swinging wildly at the larger, a horrible howl tearing out of his throat.

A distant, hidden part of his mind rebelled against what was happening. That was his brother! He never wanted his siblings’ blood on his hands again. Yet still he swung and swung again trying to rend the pest before him asunder.

The pest before him fell and Jason dove to tear him apart. However before he could touch him, Jason pulled back on his mind with all of his strength. Every ounce of mental strength he had used to control his pit rage at its worst. The same strength that had called Danny to him and had bent the entirety of the Infinite Realms stopped his hand an inch from Dick’s face.

A whimper and a groan made Jason lift his head from where he was glaring balefully into Dick’s eyes. They both looked over to see Damian standing over an unconscious Mad Hatter, the hat shredded at his feet. Jason quickly turned back to focus on Dick and was relieved to see that he wasn’t harmed. He sagged as the weight of what he could have done settled on him.

“You’re ok, Jay. You were able to fight it.” Dick said, trying to prop Jason’s ghostly form up.

“It was stronger than anything I had ever experienced.” Jason whispered hoarsely. He whipped his lips and realized he had been foaming ectoplasm at the mouth.

“Of course it was strong. You were facing one of the curses of this city at its very heart. Daniel informed us that it would be strongest here.” Damian said dismissively as he tightly bound Hatter’s hands.

“Still it’s something I should probably talk to Danny about later.” Jason glared at Hatter’s unconscious form, fury bleeding into his limbs again at what could have happened. “Let’s go. We’re almost there, and if we don’t stop it now, whatever we face will be stronger.”

Jazz shuddered as she dodged another blow from Solomon Grundy. She could feel rage burning through her connection to both of her ghostly brothers. It was clear they were battling their own forces that were defending the curse anchors they were after. She ducked under a wide swing from Grundy and hit him back with enough force to cause him to stagger back.

Grundy caught her follow up swing and spun, throwing her across the swamp and through several trees. Even through the Nightingale Peeler that hurt. Danny had improved the old Fenton Peeler so she could go toe to toe with Superman if she had to, not that she ever expected to need to do so. Even at his strongest, Grundy should be a cake walk to handle.

However, she wasn’t just fighting Grundy. She was fighting the Curse of Slaughter Swamp. And the curse was doing everything it could to defend itself. She used the thrusters on the back of the Peeler to lunge back across the swamp that seemed to want to swallow her whole. Red Robin was peppering Grundy with all the different tools in his belt. Batarangs, smoke pellets, cryogrenades, anything to stall the behemoth zombie and give her time to get back into the action.

Signal was in the more vulnerable position having avoided taking to the trees at the start of the fight. Grundy was too enraged to be able to focus on either of them, but his strength and durability wasn’t allowing the two boys to do too much damage. Duke sent a ball of light bouncing along the ground and the face plate of the Peeler darkened automatically just before the ball burst, illuminating the entire swamp.

Grundy swung wildly, completely blind, and almost took Duke’s head off at the shoulders. Jazz blocked the next swing, feeling the force of it rattle through her whole body. Danny would need to spend a lot of time fixing up the Peeler once this was done. With Grundy still distracted and blind, Jazz pummeled him, raining body blows down on him with her empowered fists and knee strikes. He could finally focus on her enough to roar in her face, but she punched him again before he could pull his fists back.

She couldn’t tell what kind of undead he was. She couldn’t sense any ectoplasm in him, only the curse itself gave him emotion and was the reason his personality changed each time he came back from the dead.

Jazz ducked another blow, then channeled her body's ectoplasm through her next punch, the fist of the Peeler glowing green as she knocked Grundy back. She snarled and pushed forward, daring the Curse to come at her. She had lived 17 years in the Fenton home, caring for her brother and protecting him before she even believed ghosts were real. She wasn’t about to let some overgrown curse in a smelly gross swamp stop her. Not now, not never.

The hoards of Talons never seemed to stop coming. Danny was fighting alongside Cass and Steph. Cass was practically an artist as she fought, weaving around the hoards of the undead like a dancer. Steph’s fighting style actually wasn’t that different from Danny’s. Mostly self taught, refined by a good teacher, but brutal to put enemies down and keep them down.

He could sense Steph’s fear, fear of failure, fear of the bats turning against each other if this plan didn’t work out. He could sense Cass’s curiosity, curiosity about him and his power, curiosity about Steph and the emotions that had riled the blonde up. He could sense the fight progressing with Jazz and Jason. The Curses were weakening.

Unfortunately, he could also sense Cass and Steph tiring. Cassandra may be the most skilled fighter Danny had ever encountered and that included Pandora who had been training for centuries, but she was still facing the seemingly endless Talons. She also kept over extending herself to keep Stephanie safe and to cover Danny’s back. He needed to end this fight and soon.

The trill of a blob ghost drew his attention. The little blob was rapidly bobbing in the air and trilling. That was the signal he had been waiting for, every Talon the Court of Owls had was here in this fight. His eyes gleamed and he allowed the full weight and power of being the King of All Ghosts to settle on his shoulders.

“Dead of Gotham! Kneel! For I am your King!” Danny shouted, his words layered over each other as he called upon the endless power of the Infinite Realms.

A thunderous sound followed his order as every Talon in the Court fell to their knees at once. Cass and Steph fighting stopped mid swing, staring in awe. They could hear distant shouted orders from the members of the Court trying to reclaim control, but they couldn’t match Danny’s power. He could feel the Curse fighting him as well, but he had defeated Pariah Dark at only fourteen, a Tyrant who needed an entire council of the Ancients to stop him the first time. No Curse, no matter how old, no matter how powerful could equal Danny with the backing of the entire Realms.

“Dead of Gotham. Hunt the members of the Court of Owls. Allow none to escape.” Danny’s order brought the Talons to their feet, their attention focused solely on him. “Ki-”

A hand on his shoulder stopped him from issuing his next order. He turned to see Cassandra glaring at him. She gripped him with one hand while she aggressively signed with the other.

“No Killing.”

Danny turned to face her fully. The Ring of Rage and the Crown of Fire pulsing through his veins like magma. He knew his face was even more inhuman than usual.

“You would order a king?” His voice rattled the room and all of the Talons turned to face Cass, golden eyes staring her down. She gripped his shoulder even harder, a glare visible even through her full face mask.

“No. Killing.” Her motions were quick and abrupt, then her hand dropped to her weapons.

Behind her Danny could see Steph nervously make herself ready to fight as well, clearly unhappy with the idea of having to fight the Eldritch Being before them on top of all the Talons, but always willing to have Cassandra’s back.

Danny was ready to dismiss them both, to freeze them out of the way so Jason’s sisters wouldn’t be harmed, but instead he looked closer. She was completely ready to fight and die to even try to stop him from giving the order. This wasn’t some moral code, like Bruce’s. This was an obsession, written deeper, almost in her very DNA. Wouldn’t even Box Ghost attack if Danny threatened his precious boxes?

No doubt Cass had been exposed to ectoplasm just like Jason had before his death. Her obsession would drive her with the same strength as Danny’s own. There would be no stopping her short of killing her, and even then her ghost would rise almost immediately in this ectoplasm-saturated environment and she would keep trying to stop him. He turned away from her.

“Very well.” He addressed the Talons. “Bring me the members of the Court. Alive!”

They raced away immediately at his order, disappearing into the twisted labyrinth of the Court. Danny took a deep breath and centered himself. He was not a tyrant. He would not become Pariah Dark. He spoke without turning to look at the two women.

“However, their crimes are numerous, and their crimes against the dead here are even more heinous. They will face trial within the Infinite Realms.”

He opened a portal into the Realms, directly into the prison in Phantom’s Keep. The Talons were already starting to escort richly dressed and masked members of the Court to push them through the portal. Danny took a moment watching them and he could feel Cass and Steph relax behind him.

“Thank you, Cassandra.” Danny said softly. Not turning to look at them. “I sometimes forget myself.”

Cass stepped up and once more set her hand on his shoulder, though this time it was softer. Steph stood on Danny’s other side.

“You take this king shit really seriously, huh?” Steph said as more and more struggling members of the Court were dragged through the portal.

Removing the entire Court wouldn’t solve Gotham’s problems immediately, and worse of all it would leave a power vacuum that other criminals and the super rich would seek to fill. However with the removal of the Curses that held the Spirit of Gotham in the city, she would be able to return to the Realms and heal, and Jason would be able to take her place. He would be able to fill that vacuum and protect the city rather than harm it.

Danny could feel the power of the Curses crumbling as Jazz and Jason fought and overpowered the darkness in their locations. He took a deep breath in and held it as the last of the Court was dragged, screaming, crying and swearing through the portal.

“Yeah I do.” Danny said, pulling the two women into side hugs, grateful that they were there. He allowed the portal to close then opened another. This one also opened up into his keep, but up near the guest rooms. “Dead of Gotham! Heed me now.”

The Talons turned to face him. Steph stiffened but Cass just looked at them all curiously.

“Death should have been a relief from your suffering. But because of the machinations of those in power here, it became but another form of torture. I offer you a new home. Where you can find the relief in death you didn’t find here. Where you will be cared for. And where, if you choose, you can eventually go to your permanent rest. I release you. Your choices are your own now.”

The words of Death trembled through the air, like the vibration of a string and one by one, the Talons, under their own power for the first time in who even knew how many decades, slumped in relief as they walked through the portal into Danny’s keep. Once he was done in Gotham he would return to ensure they were cared for.

“Let’s get back to the others. The other teams have completed their work as well.” Danny said, before he passed his intangibility to the other two and lifted them both up through the concrete and stone over their heads until they could see a new dawn rising over the city. A new dawn and a new, hopefully brighter future.

#dp x dc #a shade darker than red #jason todd #danny fenton #jazz fenton #dick grayson #damian wayne #duke thomas #tim drake #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #writing emerald

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importantgalaxyrunaway · 6 months

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Comments- Colby Brock x y/n- part 7-

AUTHORS NOTE: omg guys I am so so sorry just got back into Sam and Colby and decided to finish this in my drafts I had like a paragraph written already. This is my first time back into writing fanfiction since a concussion i had so I’m trying my best sorry it’s so short this is a continuation of my series where y/n got possessed in the last part

warnings: mentions on possession, fluff, slight slight angst,

“Babe” Colby called from his computer “you should come see this”

after me getting possessed I insisted on them posting the video. We were so lucky that we caught it on camera. They were hesitant at first but I said I want people to know what happened. It’s insane that I got possessed but I want people to know what really happened. It was a really scary experience. But I’m still really worried about the video. Would they say I’m just overreacting?. That it was fake and I was just a coward? But I always get some kind of nervous when they post a video with me in it. But this video was special. I still haven’t gotten to watch it yet. I had spent most of the time recovering and spending my time with Colby.

I go over to the computer and see him sitting reading comments. I sit down on his lap, even though he’s just wearing such a simple outfit sweatshirt and comfy pants he still looks hot. I look through the comments and to my surprise they are divided into basically two parts (well maybe 3 with the amount of people commenting “I don’t claim any negative energy from this video”) the first is about how scary it was when I got possessed and how bad they feel for me. The second is how people are talking about how they think me and Colby are dating and that there is so much chemistry between us. Another thing I noticed is that the video went viral. I mean stupid viral, more than most of their videos combined. It had only been out for 5 days and it already reached 50 million views!!! Mostly I think because of my possession from outside viewers who weren’t subscribed but there were plenty of fans. Some of the comments said the following:

Cheriklover333: I feel so bad for y/n she looks so scared I cant imagine how horrible it must feel to be posses like that

kurtwagnerisacinnimonroll: did anyone notice how Colby looked at y/n 😩. I need someone like that and did yall notice her hickeys 😳

Polaris-alt-account: people who think Colby and y/n are dating 👇

that comment had over 500k likes

I groan “shit! Shit! Shit!” I rub my temples “colbs I never wanted this im sorry I dragged you into this—“

“hey hey it’s okay baby” he wraps his arms around me and presses his head on top of mine. The weight of his body on mine feels good. The closeness and warmth feels good. His hands slip into mine and grasp it lightly but firm. He is protective but caring. “You didn’t drag me into anything. I don’t care what people think I just wanna be yours”

I nod but I still have tears in my eyes not much and I feel stupid for crying but I can’t help but think I’m the one that got us into this whole mess. My gaze drifts back to the computer monitor

rosefromtitanic: you guys need to chill yes I see the way he looks at her but they should come out and say it before we jump to conclusions I think they should do a Q and A

a smile on my face appears as a light bulb practically goes off in my brain. My eyes wander to my boyfriend. And again I’m taken aback by just how breathtaking he is…I can see his muscles and I wonder what under his shirt…………snap out of it!! You need to focus.

“colbs how do you feel about about making our relationship public?”

Edit: I TRIED I REALLY DID ITS THE BEST I COULD DO FEEDBACK PLEASE!!! might write a part 8. But x men is currently my hyperfixation and am definitely going to be writing for Peter maximof and young Charles Xavier so if you’re interested send ideas. Going to write for young Coryo snow even though he’s evil he’s hot. Tried my best couldn’t leave you all hanging

#i’m back #colby brock imagine #colby x reader #colby brock #sam and colby #sam and colby x reader #colby brock fanfic #colby brock x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #youtuber crushes #colby brock x y/n #colby brock fluff #first fanfic in 6 months since major injury yay!!!#sorry its so short #short fanfic

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the-puppet-bracket · 6 months

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Spamton propaganda:

"You know someone had to do it.

This guy's whole thing is not wanting to be a puppet anymore, but uh-oh-spaghetti-o! Dude now has physical puppet strings!"

"Making a [SPECIL] deal by placing his [#1 SALE SYSTEM] into a [CLASSIC!] body, Spamton believed he could be more than [HYPERLINK BLOCKED]. But the strings told him otherwise. He lunged at Kris in [LIMITED TIME OFFER], trying with all his [50% OFF!] to be more than a puppet."

"Spam email bot who was exposed to something that drove him mad and he spent the whole rest of his existence trying to cut his strings, only to die (maybe?) when he finally manages it."

"He is the most tortured dumpster man alive. Also, not literally a puppet, but metaphorically!!! There's some mysterious outside force controlling him and limiting what he can say and god, he desperately wants to break free, trying to kill the protagonist (his only friend in years) for the chance of ""being let loose from his strings"". In his secret boss battle, he thinks he'll be free after getting a new body but he isn't, as his new powerful body has literal strings attached. You fight him, because he thinks your soul (long story) will gain him access to freedom. During the pacifist route of the battle, you cut his strings until there's one more left, he's ecstatic, being able to break free from the narrative of the confines of the game. He decides to break his own last string, and he falls to the ground into pieces. It turns out he relied on the strings after so long, and couldn't recover without them. Afterwards, he's deshevaled, hung up by vines in the dark basement that resemble his old strings and he says ""It seems after all I couldn't be anything more than a simple puppet."" This ties back to how Kris, the protagonist of the game is feeling the effects of being controlled by the player and really shows the core focus of the game and it's characters. And that's why I entered him into this poll!

Also he is genuinely so fucking hilarious bro just play Deltarune already what the fuck are you doing the chapters that are out rn are free dawg (play Undertale first though, it's like ten bucks or something you'll be fine)"

"Spamton best blorbo. Very good blorbo. Exquisite blorbo even. He's sad and adhd and insane and weird and I love him and you should too. Pipis"

"he spamt"

"[[NUMBER ONE RATED SALESMAN 1997]]"

"he's living in a goddamn garbage can. let the big shot win. it'll be funny. does he deserve it? that is up to viewer discretion. but he is our beloved tumblr sillyman and as such we need to pay him respect in some manner. <3

(iirc spamton is a puppet? probably. oh well if he doesn't count ignore this i'm not read up on

my deltarune)"

"frankly i'd be surprised if he's not one of the most submitted. anyway his whole Deal is about being a puppet and having other things control him and so he seeks to regain that control through either manipulating the player into murdering half the city or to take the red soul and use it to become a god. yet in his super powerful NEO form he still has strings attached to him (that he won't even notice if he succeeded in the player manipulation thing) and in either case he ultimately becomes an item you use just for stats. guy really isn't a fan of puppetteers"

"you propably knew this was coming lol

Tumblr's favorite awful little puppet desperately fighting to get rid of his strings

the pinocchio references are strong in this one

HA HA HA ... THIS POWER IS

FREEDOM.

I WON'T HAVE TO BE JUST A PUPPET ANY MORE!!!!

...

OR... so... I... thought.

WHAT ARE THESE STRINGS!? WHY AM I NOT [BIG] ENOUGH!? It's still DARK... SO DARK!"

"Tries to become a real boy, ends up as another puppet look guy. He's shady, he's a scammer, he's got cringefail swag and I love him"

"He's just a little fucked-up little guy"

#puppet bracket #puppet poll #spamton #spamton g spamton #deltarune #deltarune spamton

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runawaymun · 5 months

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End of Year Fic Recs <3

Happy New Year y'all!!!! I got tagged by both @deadqueernoldor & @camille-lachenille for this and what better day to fill it out than December 31st.

I must confess I haven't had the time or energy to read a lot of fics this year, but this is a great excuse to look back on the ones I have read and sort through my bookmarks!!!! I am going to cheat for some of these, purely because I'm very behind on fic reading. So not all of these will be fics that were posted this year, but they're fics that I read this year and loved.

So here we go with some recs:

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).

Prefacing this by saying that I have not kept up with a lot of multichaptered fics this year 😭 but I will try to rec some that I have been religiously reading!

1. Sacrifice - Sekikaru (unsure if the author is on tumblr, nothing comes up for the tag!) [Original Fiction]

Hanyu is a human who has been delivered as a sacrifice to one of the powerful seafaring beings his people worship as gods. Antony is a bored vampire looking forward to a simple meal and a quiet new servant. Neither gets quite what he is expecting. But as old enemies resurface and the old order proves unsustainable, they might just find in each other exactly what they need.

Listennnn I read this on a whim while sick one day and it gripped me instantly. Every OC is fantastic. It's outstandingly queer. The author explores a lot of really difficult topics with incredible depth and care, and there have been points at the plot where I have yelled out loud or fist pumped. It's insane. It is so, so, so good. Rated E, though, and not just for smut. It can get very intense at some points. It is so, so so good. I've been meaning to do art for it one of these days.

2. The Secret of Formenos House - @jaz-the-bard

Once, Maedhros and Fingon were engaged to be married, before Maedhros broke it off for reasons unknown, and with his family took to the secluded manor of Formenos House. After their departure, only Maedhros ever came to Lindon to speak with his other kin again. The truth was that in the isolation of Formenos House a curse came upon Fëanor and his children, killing nearly all of them and leaving Formenos widely considered to be haunted. But when the curse abates from Maglor unexpectedly, he and Maedhros discover that they are now the guardians of two very sick children whose parents were lost at sea. Maedhros and Maglor might not be the caretakers Elrond and Elros need, unable to give them the spotless reputations they need to make their way in Society as orphans, but once the twins recover, they refuse to be sent to anyone else. It's up to the last remaining lords of Formenos House to turn the manor into a home.

I'm behind on this but it's Jaz, it's a Victorian AU, it's a kidnap fam. WHAT'S NOT TO LOVE. It's so good.

3. Aemond, First of His Name - @ellrond

Aegon Targaryen was never fit for rule. He begged with his brother to let him disappear, and his brother helped him. Said brother took the burden upon his shoulders to rule as king, and to crush the threat of Rhaenyra Targaryen. Canon divergence, Aemond is king and Aegon, not allowed to disappear for fear of inciting rebellion, has been sworn to his brother’s Kingsguard. Heavy Aemond/Helaena. Chapters with smut will be described as such.

EXCELLENT. STELLAR. OUTSTANDING. Prose, at times, feels just like GRRM's. The characterization is perfect. It's so delicious. I love it so much and the plot bunny is so intriguing!

4. We Will Make This Place Our Home - @leucisticpuffin

Elrond and Elros are sent to live with their distant cousins in a house that is crumbling slowly to pieces. They aren't especially happy about this. For Maedhros and Maglor, the twins are a rare chance to start living again. It will take a lot of work to turn a house full of ghosts into anything resembling a home.

Once again, a kidnap fam AU that I'm terribly behind on but enjoying nonetheless!!!! Excellent characterization and writing. I know I keep saying that, but that's what's really important to me in fics -- so naturally I love this one!

5. Vincarna - morgana-deryn (unsure if author is on Tumblr, if anyone knows lmk so I can tag them!)

When her life went from bad, to worse, to unbearable, she prayed for change. She could never have expected the answer she got. It came in the form of creatures that shouldn't exist, in a city too beautiful for words, in a heart that no longer beat. It should have been impossible, and yet there she was, living a life she wouldn't have been able to dream for herself. Elrond/OFC slowburn friends to lovers

Another one of those fics I picked up while sick and then really, really loved. The OC is a really well fleshed out human, with lots of wants, needs, trauma, and skills - and the Elrond characterization is perfect! I also really enjoyed the language barrier. It's something that gets ignored in a lot of these kinds of fics, but it's handled really well here!

Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Without the Leave of Thee - @jaz-the-bard

Celebrían is hosting a fairy revel, and she's determined to impress Elrond, who's promised to be in attendance. It's hard to hold herself back from stealing him away as the fae do to their lovers, but she knows it'd be a bad idea. But what is she supposed to do, when Elrond goes and eats from the basket of magic pears from her garden?

What can I say? This was a gift for me and it's Celrond + Fae elves it's like a no brainer. Jaz is a genius and the prose is so damn pretty & the characterization is PERFECT.

2. The First Water - @ellrond

“How did we first meet?” “You gave me water.” The first meeting of Galadriel and Elrond as a child is mentioned in Rings of Power. This is an incorporation of the kidnapping of Elrond and Elros by Maedhros and Maglor with that story. Not very happy.

Amazing fic based on one of my favorite moments in the show, and one of the moments I found most intriguing. The prose is really vivid and I just loved the portrayals of both Galadriel and Elwing in this.

3. Stirring - @slightnettles

Just a mostly sappy vignette for Rings of Power Valentine's Week. (Day 1: OTP)

Brimbrond is my other Elrond otp, and @slightnettles writes them perfectly. I adore this fic & come back to it often.

4. I Promise You You're Not Broken (I Promise You There's More) - @maglor-my-beloved

It is late in the evening when Celebrimbor is informed of the Elf who had arrived at the gates of Ost-in-Edhil and yielded to the guards, pleading to be brought to the realm's Lord. A strange Elf comes to Eregion. Celebrimbor meets a long-lost cousin.

So many pretty turns of phrase!!! So many incredible descriptions!!! I am just obsessed with the idea of Celebrimbor taking Maeglin in. AAA.

5. Braided - @glorf1ndel

Artanis and Celeborn are fascinated by each other's braids.

Hair customs among the elves!!!!!!!! Celeborn x Galadriel!!!! EVERYTHING I LOVE. Plus it is so well written!!!!

6. (I know, I'm cheating. I love this fic though!) A Million Miles Apart (I hold you close) - @raointean

"Elrond took a sharp breath in surprise. Eärendil’s fëa was not white-hot and blindingly bright like he had imagined the soul of a star to be. It was instead vibrantly colorful and full of life." OR Elrond speaks to his father for the first time since he left.

Listen. If you've followed me for some time you know I'm very iffy on my feelings about Eärendil. This fic made me like him.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies.)

Sugar and Diamonds - @nocompromise-noregrets

Celebrían, visiting Imladris for Midwinter with her mother, has a very important conversation with Elrond.

This was a gift for me and I'm obsessed with it. Celrond getting together!!!!! <3 <3 <3

2. bijebtorv’afâh - @arofili

Fíli comes to terms with his identity.

When I say this fic lives RENT FREE in my brain!!! The worldbuilding, the bead-making, Fili...everything is so good. Read it read it read it.

3. All The Ways to Love - @thatfeanorian

When Fingon is forced into an arranged marriage with a cousin he has never met before, he expects the worst. Soon, however, he will realize that Maedhros is not at all what he expected and might in fact be exactly what he has been looking for his whole life. featuring Mae's terrible mental health, Fingon's stubborn determination to make Mae love himself, and Feanor who naturally tries to ruin everything.

I know I recommend this fic regularly but it just hits all my buttons, okay? It's formative Russingon for me. I love it to death & reread whenever I'm sad!

4. All That Is Left - @tuuliii

When Nerdanel has finished the face of Fëanor she looks him in the eye, satisfied. "Some of my best work", she says and strokes his cheek. A tear glides down her own and falls to the while marble floor. "You left me. You left me and now all that is left of you are statues…” A story about Nerdanel and her family in five parts.

My favorite Nerdanel character study. It's so fucking good.

5. Under Strange Stars - @idrilsscribe

Barely a long-year after the Last Alliance all is not well in Imladris. Elrond's household has been dealt a crippling blow: a very young Elrohir has disappeared. After decades of false leads he is found in the Far South of Middle-Earth. Can Glorfindel rescue the House of Earendil once more? His task is not an easy one: Elrohir has no memory of who he was, and little interest in leaving his people's fight against the Black Númenóreans of Umbar ...

One of the first LOTR fics I ever read, and it's a favorite. I recommend this one a lot, too, but for good reason!!! The whole series is excellent and honestly just peerless.

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.

I actually haven't done a lot this year. Here's what I've been working on:

Beneath a Boundless Sky (WIP)

Set directly after the events of And the Stars Shine the Same -- Elrond’s two new wards both struggle to feel at home in Rivendell. The wounds from their slavery in King Frumgar’s court are still fresh, and the scars are deep -- and they’re not the only ones. Maglor is home at last, but each day he lives he is haunted by guilt and grief. Elrond is nothing if not patient, and he is certain that given enough time in Rivendell, all three will heal. Meanwhile, the twins set out to join Legolas and investigate the source of the mysterious Shadow which attacked Rivendell, but are held up in Rhovanion. In Greenwood, something evil festers beneath the trees. Only Lothlorien, protected by Nenya, seems to be safe...but for how long? Rhovanion stands on the brink of political catastrophe. Sickness spreads through the Misty Mountains, and to make matters worse...something is wrong with the children. A story about dysfunction and trauma, healing, the breaking of trust and of regaining it, and also the birth of the Kingdom of Rohan, redemption, and hope...if I can pull it off. No graphic depictions, some dark content ahead, mature themes.

This one is a continuation of the And the Stars Shine the Same series! Elrond centric, focusing mostly on the Peredhil fam -- but there are a lot of OCs and sideplots, too :)

To Partake (WIP, rated E.)

Even if it takes until the breaking of the world, Celebrimbor is determined to help Elrond feel comfortable in his own bones. He is too precious a creature to hate himself so much. (Or, the one where shortly before the scheduled mission to Khazad-dûm, Gil-Galad offers Celebrimbor a taste of his herald. Celebrimbor accepts, and regrets it.)

Based on the characterizations in Rings of Power, because I wanted to put the relationship between Elrond and Gil-Galad in the first season of the show under a microscope, but it isn't necessary to have seen the show to read this fic. I veer completely off of the canon events of the show after episode 5, and simply never return to the show's plot -- sticking a lot closer to the Silm.

There are several really difficult scenes in the fic, but I have tried to be very thorough in warning readers at the start of the associated chapters. If you really love Gil though this might not be a fic for you. He is uhhhhh--- well I am trying to fix him, but he remains a very large looming antagonist so far.

Really, it's an Elrond character study (exploring how his childhood trauma affects his current relationships with everyone in the second age, and how he grows into the strong leader we all know and love) disguised as shipfic porn. It's got me in an absolute vice rn. I've had such a blast working on it.

#fic recs #happy new year!

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shuttershocky · 1 year

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How do Perfumer and Ptilopsis stack up against each other?

Both of them are pretty great Multitarget Medics with different uses, although one of them (Ptilopsis) is notoriously OP.

Ptilopsis is good. Crazy good. So good in fact that she dumpstered all the other non-Warfarin Year 1 medics and HG had to make some pretty heavy Arts damage stages so that Ptilopsis would also stop dumpstering Nightingale, the 6 star Multi-target Medic. The secret to behind why she's so busted is the combination of her incredible talent, and her Skill 2.

Ptilopsis' talent increases the SP recovery of all operators who recover SP over time by 0.3/s when she's E2. That's a 30% increase to SP recovery, cutting down a lot of time on skills with large SP costs. Let's say you have a skill that costs 50 SP. Instead of waiting 50 seconds, with Ptilopsis on the field that skill is charged in 38 seconds. It's simple, and very powerful.

Then there's Ptilopsis' S2. Her S2 extends her range, reduces her ATK interval (meaning she greatly reduces the animation for doing one heal, meaning she heals way faster), and the skill lasts for a ridiculously long time: 36 seconds at level 7. If your team's ever taking a beating, you just activate Ptilopsis' S2 and she starts rapidly healing up to 3 allies at once, which lets you tank through huge damage spikes by her sheer healing speed. This thing was so good it let Ptilopsis deal with most sources of Arts damage, which Nightingale the 6 star was meant to counter. This led to HG eventually introduced heavier and heavier arts damage from enemies to make Nightingale's niche more pronounced.

But as busted as Ptilopsis is, perfumer's no slouch either. She's a 4 star, meaning she's much easier to raise, but she also has a very powerful talent: when she's deployed, every ally on the field regenerates health every second, the amount of which is a % of her current ATK. This regeneration even works on non-healable allied units, such as Musha Guards, Juggernaut Defenders, or summons from Summoners. For very obvious reasons, this is insanely good and makes Perfumer almost irreplaceable for certain maps (where you can't place a medic close to your units that you wish to defend) or team comps (with unhealable units).

You'll definitely want to raise both eventually, the unique utility these two provide can make all the difference in difficult stages.

#Arknights

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secondaxispoint · 1 year

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I rlly liked that confessing while joel was sick request could you maybe do smth similar to that but the reader sings for him?

Pairing: Sick!Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: None!

Content: Fluff and piano playing!

Joel's voice is blue and bolded and yours is just italicised. I actually really like this fic. Hope this is alright and thank you for the request!!

His Song

After a successful hunt, you were riding back to the house you, Joel, and Ellie had been camping out in. You really liked the place. It had actual windows and a clean bed. It also had a piano, one that you hadn’t even touched yet due to the insanity of the last few days. You really tried to get a moment to sit down for a while but Joel had gotten sick and you were too jumpy and anxious to do so.

But he had been feeling a bit better lately so you felt secure enough to go out for food. You hitched your horse in the darkened garage of the house and untied the deer you had hunted. You hoisted the buck off your horse's rear and tossed it over your shoulder with a grunt. You made your way to the crude racks that you had put up yesterday and hung the stag, preparing it for dinner.

Ellie walked into the garage after hearing the horse trotting back in. She saw the dark circles under your eyes and offered to take over. You obviously said that you were fine at first but your resolve quickly crumbled after she grabbed the knife from your hand and shoved you off the stool. You stood over her and made sure she knew what she was doing before she shooed you away.

You walked into the main house to check on Joel. He was in the bedroom, obviously, recovering from the case of bronchitis he caught in Jackson a few days back. You crack the door just enough to peek your head inside. You see Joel curled up against a pillow and snoring softly. You decided to leave him alone so you close the door and walk away.

You catch a glimpse of the piano in the corner of your eye and turn. You thought that there would be no harm in checking out the keys. So you sat down on the piano stool and lifted the lid. You pressed your foot down on the damper pedal, so it wouldn't wake Joel, and played a few random notes. Soft and sustained, you realised that the melody sounded familiar. You smiled to yourself and continued playing.

It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside

I'm not one of those who can easily hide

I don't have much money, but boy if i did

I’d buy a big house where we both could live

You found yourself thinking of Joel as you sang. Your voice sings low and clear. You had forgotten how much you missed playing the piano.

And you can tell everybody

This is your song

It may be quite simple but

Now that it's done-

You were startled by a deep, raspy voice behind you but kept playing once you realised who it was.

I hope you don't mind

That I put down in words

Joel sat down next on the stool and watched as your fingers danced along the keys. You look over at him as you finish the verse.

How wonderful life is while you’re in the world

Joel closes his eyes and listens. You continue on with the song, you and him take turns singing the lyrics.

So excuse me forgetting

But these things I do

You see, I've forgotten

If they're green or they're blue

Joel's voice is soft and deep.

Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean

You play the last chord with your left hand, cupping Joel’s jaw with your right, urging him to face you.

Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

His shining umber eyes gaze deep into yours. You’ve never seen a prettier man in your life. His very presence seems to ease your mind. You lean in and press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. He chuckled quietly and nodded his head towards the piano. You put your fingers back on the keys.

And you can tell everybody

This is your song

It may be quite simple

But now that it's done

I hope you don't mind

That I put down in words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world

You finish the song with a flourish on the piano and take a deep breath. Joel nudges you in the side and starts singing again, this time a different song.

Blue-jean baby

L.A. lady

You caught on quickly and followed his lead. Playing and singing along with him, your mood lifted. Ellie had come back a few minutes after that, informing you that dinner was prepped. You cooked while she helped, telling lame jokes from her book and making fun of Joel when he laughed. The night finished off as you all had a peaceful dinner as a little family.

#joel x reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x male reader #joel miller #x male reader #male reader insert #male reader #reader insert #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #the last of us #tlou #tlou series #tlou show #tlou hbo #i love joel miller #pedro pascal #bella ramsey

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karmatheprowlthra · 3 months

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Apologies if today's post sounds like insane rambling. 3.5 hours of sleep and a long day of the army ruining my mood have not been fantastic for my mental health x3 Today I think I'm gonna talk about Karma's main snak Space! He was mentioned in the last post under the name Vasya, so if you're confused, don't you worry! Since it's a long post, I'm gonna put it under a cut x3

This is Vasya Kayashi! His nickname is Space because he has ADHD and has a lot of trouble focusing on any specific subject for too long. You could say he spaces out *wheeze* Okay sorry, bad joke. Space stands at 5'9" or 1.75 meters tall. He weighs about 170lbs, mostly muscle and a lil bit of chub (he cuddly boi :3). He is a sand cat, particularly known as a Runecian sand cat because that's where he is from. Like Karma, he (and everyone else in my worldbuilding) has a different anatomy than you might see most of the time, but lacks most of the abilities that the bigger felines like Karma have. Space, like Karma, is a soldier by trade! Being much smaller, he is far less aggressive than his large companion, but also far more methodic with his work. While Karma uses his strength to outright destroy his enemies, Space prefers to engage them from medium distance, or in ambush attacks.

Space's personality is a blend between introvert and extrovert. If he gets to know you well, he will happily talk your ear off about both his favorite subjects and yours. He loves to hear about the stories and things that people create, and enthusiastically encourages you to make the best that you can! However, if he doesn't know you well, he'll be very hesitant to engage in a conversation. He hates talking to authority figures aside from Karma, it gives him butterflies in his tummy.

Space is fond of video games, indoor rock climbing, writing and playfully fighting with others. He also enjoys betting, particularly with small prizes like who pays for dinner one night while everyone is on leave! He strongly dislikes tomatoes, excessive amounts of melted cheese, useless military regulation and running. Space was raised in the suburbs of his desert city and lived a relatively sheltered life. He decided at 17 years old that the military life was something he wanted to pursue and enlisted, joining the new specialized corps that were being introduced at the time. By sheer luck, he was assigned under Karma's leadership! The big feline quickly took Space under his wing, adopting him as a tiny and protecting him fiercely (I have some cute art I will share soon :3). At 19 years old, Space has served dutifully for upwards of two years. He has had many close calls that flare Karma's protective instincts, most notable of which was an encounter with an IED that left a deep scar over Space's right eye. The little sand cat was traumatized by the event, but ultimately recovered thanks to Karma's comforting and some quick medical treatment. Space is Karma's go-to snak for multiple reasons, among them being:

Space is a very tasty boi

Space needs comforting and seeks out Karma almost nightly, resulting in him having more belly time than every other Karma snak combined. The warmth and soft cozy flesh feel like a very comfortable weighted blanket to him, and he cozies right up without a care in the world :3

Space likes to squirm and massage Karma's soft tum from the inside, knowing how Karma enjoys internal belly rubs

Space is by far the least likely to complain if Karma eats him unwarranted. Even annoyance will quickly dissolve into purrs and nuzzles once he relaxes into the warm soft fleshy muscle!

That's about it for a simple description! Feel free to ask questions if you wish :3

(Important note! None of my characters respond well to teasing, and any preyish characters tend to be prey only to my other characters unless I know whoever wishes to do the nomming thoroughly! Please get to know me first if you wish to nom/be nommed by anyone uwu Also please refrain from making comments regarding these characters too vorish, I don't know exactly how to respond-)

#e-a/t #extreme cuddling #nsx vore #eaten alive trope #nonsexual vore #aiyk worldbuilding #Karma's Characters #OC: Space

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moonlightstrife · 8 months

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So about Terence and Dion

tldr; these two are really, really similar to Patroclus and Achilles

So a couple weeks after the game was released I tweeted this.

Of course two months later while doing some research for a WIP teredio fic I develop a brainrot so strong about this very comparison

disclaimer: this is all purely speculation made out of 7 hours of brainrot. I am not in any way an expert in greek mythology and i cannot even afford a PS5. This is purely a fun write-up I made in hopes of my hyperfixation reaching other people who also adore this pairing. This is also VERY long and windy.

Right, firstly, I don't think it is a reach to make this comparison at all; if anything, I am more surprised by how few people have actually posted anything in the interwebs about this (I found like, one other tumblr post, but I am also not a part of the ship Discord server for this pairing so I might just be late to the party 🤷‍♀️).

FF16 is FULL of references to greek mythology and culture. Cid's last name Telamon is the name of one of the Argonauts, Charon is the name of the ferryman to the underworld who requires payment for passage to the underworld, Ambrosia is the food of the gods, and those are just the simple ones that I think most people can tell from modern pop culture references. Comparing Terence and Dion to Patroclus and Achilles, one of the most famous greek relationships between two adult men, is really not that far of a reach.

Actually, the thing that got me to tweet that teredio reminds me of patrochilles is the whole hero-and-squire relationship they got going on since the very beginning. Terence is technically Dion's second-in-command, but with that opening scene of Terence holding onto Dion's spear and then followed by the cutscene of him tending to Dion's arm in the camp which is also followed by thee kiss scene? Doesn't take a meta analysis to draw the line from one ship to another

(Also the hero with blonde hair and his lover with dark brown hair 👀 but this is more of a common trope rather than something specific to patrochilles)

And that is where I left my teredio-is-like-patrochilles thoughts for a good while. I spent the next two months RTing all the gorgeous teredio fanarts on twitter, read a few teredio fanfics, then onto other FF16 ships like a normal person.

(my personal favourite for the longest time is Cid x Clive; the longfics for this pairing are insanely good..)

Then I decided to write a oneshot for teredio about their servant-and-master relationship (at least, that's how they worded it in the game).

I wanted to find a better way to describe their relationship in my fic; still sticking to the term master and servant as it is canon in the english script, but not neccessarily implying an irreconcilable difference in social standing or power imbalance. My searches somehow led me to biblical fanfiction, in which I find some very interesting takes on David and Jonathan, which then leads me to a wikipedia page about David and Jonathan --

and then back to where I began, Patroclus and Achilles.

except when I first made that comparison, it was just a tweet off the top of my head. I read Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller in 2016, and I do not remember everything that happens in that book. All I remember is roughly the overall feel of the relationship and that these two greek characters died tragically and that their ashes are buried together.

So imagine my surprise when I see this image on the wikipedia page for Patroclus and Achilles.

The caption says: Achilles bandaging the arm of Patroclus.

I do not have 4k screencaps the exact scene so have this image i copied off GamesRadar off a lousy google search

Great, so they both share an arm-bandaging scene. Doesn't make them any more similar, you'd say. Also, didn't I just draw similarities from Achilles to Dion and Patroclus to Terence in the beginning? This one is completely swapped!

Well give me a moment to recover from the shock of seeing what looks very similar to a ship i like on a real-life greek pottery painting, and let's get to actually comparing details.

Quick note, I will be using in-game canon, the information from the newly released FF16 ultimania, descriptions from homeric traditions, and also the book Song of Achilles (SoA). You can argue that using Song of Achilles as a reference is a stretch because it is a romance book that treats patrochilles as a canon homosexual relationship, but honestly Madeline Miller took 10 years to write that book and I don't think I can compete with her amount of research in 7 hours.

What's similar:

Terence is the son of a minor noble family in Sanbreque (from the Ultimania), and Patroclus is the son of Menoetius, one of the Argonauts. They are both from 'lesser' lineages in comparison to their partners, but is still technically born into nobility.

Terence and Dion grew up together after meeting each other in school at age 7 (from the Ultimania), and Patroclus and Achilles grew up together in Phthia after Patroclus was exiled. Both are childhood friends who grew into adulthood together.

Terence is instated as Dion's squire at age 12 (from the Ultimania), and Patroclus is given to Achilles by Achilles' father Peleus as his henchman (from the Illiad, though translations differ) or his trusted brother-in-arms (from SoA). Both are bound by duty to their partners from a young age.

Terence is Dion's second-in-command during the events of the game, and Patroclus is Achilles' right-hand-man during the events of the Trojan War (from the Illiad and SoA). Both are confidants to their partners during war times.

Dion is the dominant of Bahamut and the prince of Sanbreque, Achilles is the son of the Nereid Thetis and a mortal king Peleus. Both are born into nobility and are famous for their inhuman battle prowess.

Dion's main weapon of choice is a lance, and Achilles was given the legendary Pelian Spear by Chiron the Centaur before he participated in the Trojan War (from the Illiad). Both notably use spears/lances/pokey sticks.

I think those are the main similarities that I can in good faith say are pretty obvious. Next are the things that I personally think might be slightly delusional depending on the angle you approach the premise from.

What can be a bit of a reach:

The arm bandaging scenes. Assuming it is to relief the pain from the Crystal's Curse, Dion is not the only dominant to start petrifying from his arm. Cid also has similar marks on his arms and Clive's hand eventually petrifies. However, it is also the first scene where we explicitly see the extent of Dion and Terence's relationship.

There is no mention about Terence's relationship with his family, while Patroclus is notably exiled from his father's lands -- that's how he gets to Phthia and meets Achilles. Instead, we know that Dion's family did not love him (from the Ultimania)

Dion is the son born of a courtesan, and his father had her killed after buying him from her (from the Ultimania). Achilles is born of Peleus basically binding and coercing Thetis after she is gifted to Peleus by Zeus and Poseidon. Both tales frame the image of both men's fathers being not exactly good people, and their marriages and the births of their sons would be important to mark the start of upcoming events (the Judgement of Paris took place at the wedding of Thetis and Peleus, Dion's birth and awakening backs Sylvestre's claim to the throne). I call this sort of a reach because this doesn't exactly play into the relationships' dynamics per se, just a reminder that their fathers are horrible people 🤷‍♀️

There is an element of fate in Achilles' death, where the god Apollo is said to have guided the arrow Paris shot to Achilles' heel. The dominants in the game have on multiple occasions been mentioned to be slaves to their own fates, and the main theme of the game has much to do with defying fate decided by gods, even if it means die trying. Dion 'dies' defying the fate Ultima has decided for humanity, so I guess there is a similarity?

This is the biggest reach of all lol. So remember that I mentioned Telamon, Cid's last name, is also the name of one of the Argonauts? Telamon is also the older brother of Peleus, Achilles' father. Now, I do not think that this is the only explanation as to why the writers chose the name Telamon out of all the other greek names. The writers managed to shove in 3 different thunder gods into Cid's character, and I refuse to believe that they chose the name just because Telamon is somewhat related to Achilles. Telamon is also the father to Ajax the Great who is a notable hero, but Ajax is like, second to Achilles in fame and I don't really see a FF16 character that can be somewhat related to Ajax..

Okay, so what does this all mean?

Honestly I don't know lol

Terence x Dion, unlike many other ships I've liked, is an actually canon ship at some point in the game's story. Even without the comparison, the ship still stands as confirmed to be canon. Drawing lines from two greek mythology characters to them does not make the ship any more canon than it already is.

But the game's story also doesn't shed much light on the ship itself, not in the base game at least. Fair enough, it is Clive's story and not Dion's story, so Terence, who doesn't play a part in Clive's story, doesn't get to be in the spotlight for long. Dion's conflict with his own father is also given more weight to Dion's character development. We're given so little information about Terence that when the Ultimania came out I was just happy I get more crumbs of lore to work with.

I don't think the devs took direct inspiration from the tale of Achilles and Patroclus either. We've learned that FF16 is just a melting pot of all the storytelling and worldbuilding elements we loved from FFXIV, FF12, GoT, greek mythology, classic FF and media tropes, and so much more. The most I can think of is that the writers wanted to write a canon gay love story that people will love, and in doing so they picked out the romance tropes and stories that have been widely accepted and loved for a long time. Childhood friends to lovers, unrequited first loves that eventually became mutual in the threat of separation, the second-in-command who is loyal in both duty and matters of the heart.

If the tale of Achilles and Patroclus happens to fall under that category, needless to say I am very happy with the writers' decision. If not, well consider this just a very very long headcanon post

If you've never read anything related to patrochilles and is interested, I highly recommend reading the Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller! Prepare about half the amount of tissue you've used for FF16 and you're all set for a heartbreaking love story 🥰

Also I hope these two don't die as tragically as Achilles and Patroclus.

#ffxvi #ff16 #terence #dion lesage #teredio #flareknight #patrochilles #good lord this is long i will never post on tumblr ever again

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