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i-drop-level-one-loot · 8 months

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Hey love, I got a question; are you down for goblins? Specifically a yandere horde of goblins? 😳

I'm not not down for it...

(I'm sorry, I'm sure I know what kind of goblin horde you meant, buuuut I started writing and couldn't stop 🥲)

CW: Entrapment, obsessive behavior, ecological polyandry/polygyny with a GN!reader, both male and female goblins, forced parental responsibilities, platonic yandere, not proofread

Madame Gilly burst into the backroom, nearly startling (Reader) into swallowing the pins they were holding in their lips. "(Reader)! Awful, amazing, terrible, fantastic news!"

(Reader) smiled nervously, sticking the pins in their cushion. "What is it, Madame?" Their boss was fabulously dramatic as always, fanning herself with a decorated envelope.

"Oh, nothing.. just a summons for one Mx. (Reader) from the Count's daughter."

"What for?"

"How should I know? I didn't read your letter!" She handed over the letter while sighing loudly. "Yet, it's so beautifully decorated.. such a shame! Another marriage proposal, ignored!" She pretended to become faint, placing her knuckles on her forehead.

(Reader) chuckled, opening the bright purple envelope with lavender tied in a ribbon. Their eyes widened, an excited gasp escaped as their legs failed them and they fell back onto their stool.

"What is it?!"

"It's.." a shocked blush dusted their cheeks, "it's a request for my services! She wants a dress for an upcoming party!"

Madame Gilly squealed, bouncing up and grabbing her protege. "Oh, that's even better than a proposal! I'm so proud of you!"

It would be roughly three days ride by carriage, packed with smaller fabrics for color swatches and texture explanation, multiple dresses (Reader) had already made with mannequins to display them, and (Reader's) portfolio of designs.

Marcus, a local man who often rode Madame Gilly around for a small fee, offered up his services, just as excited for (Reader) as the Madame. "So, this is your lucky break, huh?" He offered a hand to the young employee. "Finally gonna start considering opening your own shop."

(Reader) smiled, stepping into the carriage without Marcus' assistance. "I've never been interested in business, Marcus, you know this. I just want to make clothes."

"You should also seriously begin considering marriage.."

"My work is my legacy, Marcus." (Reader) spoke sharply with a tight smile, shutting down the conversation. They had received many marriage proposals from eligible bachelors and bachelorettes since they became of age, but didn't take an interest in any of them. Of course, (Reader) found people attractive in the past, but never felt emotionally invested in anyone to marry them, and they certainly didn't need to marry for money or connections. The thought of having children one day was also something (Reader) had seriously debated, because although the fantasy of having a child was wonderful, the process of having a baby was intimidating. Whether through being impregnated or impregnating someone else, the baby stage was much more terrifying than the raising of a child, for reasons they couldn't quite explain. The anxiety was just too much to handle.

But (Reader) didn't feel like life was passing them by, nor did they have regrets, if they ever got married then their future spouse would wait for them, no matter how many years it took to meet them.

Marcus closed the door, and (Reader) deflated, thankful that he took the hint and ended the conversation.

The change between the road and the dirt path could be felt and it made (Reader) almost wish that they had worn a dress instead of pants, just for the added cushion on their rear end.

The first day went smoothly, and boringly, (Reader) had nothing to do but think, and the night was uncomfortable, even cocooned in their blanket. But it was the next day that everything went wrong. (Reader) never saw what happened, but suddenly the carriage careened off the path and tumbled down a cliff, crashing through the woods of the mountain side.

(Reader's) entire body became airborne in the carriage, slamming their head into the ceiling, barely giving them enough time to protect their neck with their arms before being thrown like a ragdoll, not feeling any immediate pain due to the rush of adrenaline. It happened so quickly, their balled up body bouncing five times against the walls and roof before landing bottom up on the escarpment.

Out of the shattered window, (Reader) saw Marcus lying motionlessly in a tree a good distance from the carriage. They pulled their body right side up, slowly becoming aware of the stinging pain across their body. Especially their leg. Blood soaked through their right pant leg, and (Reader) couldn't bend it. It was only the second day of their journey, so it would take two days until the Duke realized something was wrong, that the journey was taking too long, and sent out a search party, which would take a day to get to the road they fell off of. Would they even notice the tire marks? And if they did, would they risk the people to search for them?

(Reader) sighed, closing their eyes. There was no point in dwelling on what ifs. (Reader) was resigned to their fate.

"I wonder what will happen first.. Starving to death, or being eaten by a wild animal." They chuckled humorlessly. With nothing to do but wait for the inevitable (Reader) fell asleep, but that was possibly a concussion.

"There's something in there."

"A dead something."

Little voices whispered outside the wreckage, rousing (Reader) from their brain injured slumber. Eyes watched them from the broken window of the door, hiding themselves from view.

"I won't bite." (Reader) offered a smile, hoping whoever was watching them wouldn't be frightened off.

A childish gasp escaped, as one of the spies scampered off. "I thought you said it was dead!" It hollered into the woods.

The child left shuffled their feet in the leaves, debating. "You promise you won't?"

"I promise."

A tiny little thing dressed in rags popped her chubby cheeked head into view, large pointy ears almost drooping under their own weight stuck out from black hair pulled back into a ponytail, her hair framed a green skinned face, making it obvious that the little girl was a goblin. She rung the front of her oversized shirt with her hands nervously.

"Hello." (Reader) cocked their head to the side in a mock bow, back and head in too much pain to attempt an actual greeting. The smile on their lips didn't leave.

"Hello.." The child mumbled in a timid way, copying (Reader's) head tilt.

"My name is (Reader). May I ask for your name?" (Reader) spoke in a low voice to appear as kind and non threatening as possible.

She took a small step forward, entering the little window without needing to duck. "My name is Vix Ix, but my brother calls me Beetle Hands."

"Why does he call you that?"

"Because I'm the best beetle catcher. At least, in my tribe." Vix Ix sat down cross legged just out of (Reader's) reach. Her large eyes wandered over (Reader's) form, mesmerized by their clothing. "What are you doing down here?"

"I had an accident. I was traveling to go meet with a potential client. I make clothes." (Reader) added that last part, seeing how the little girl's eyes sparkled while staring at the intricate needlework on their vest.

"Did you make that?" Vix Ix pointed a finger curiously at the top.

"Yes, I did. Would you like to see more of my work?" The tiny child nodded excitedly. The reaction was very human, and very adorable. "Everything may have.. scattered in the fall. But there should be a chest with a black lock, and a worn painting of a dove above it's latch. If you can find that", (Reader) fished through their pocket for a key and held it out to Vix Ix, "you can see a few of the dresses I brought for my client to look at."

Vix Ix grabbed the key, forgetting to be frightened. She ran back out of the wreckage, and (Reader) laughed, enjoying being able to bring wonder to a child in what (Reader) thought was their final moments.

They had heard so many rumors about goblins, so many stories, ranging from awful tales of mindless gnome sized trolls that murdered anything that breathed, to intelligent little creatures unfairly exterminated because of their annoying love of tricks and pranks. Sunlight glinted off of the broken shards of glass, reflecting into (Reader's) eye. How long had I been asleep? From their spot in the trees, they couldn't tell if it was midday or sunset.

Twigs snapped as the goblinette ran at full speed back to (Reader), out of breath and clutching a sparkly purple dress with butterflies embroidered at the hem line. "You made this?!"

"Hahaha! Yes I did. Do you like it?"

She was practically on the verge of tears. "It's beautiful! Is your client a princess?" Her voice was full of awe.

"The daughter of a Duke." The child waddled over, tripping on the bundle of dress in her arms, and sat much closer to (Reader) than she had earlier.

"It's so pretty!" Green fingers rubbed the fabric lovingly.

An idea came to (Reader) as they saw the joy in Vix Ix's face as she gripped the dress tightly. "You know.. I also had my sewing kit with me. If you can find that, I can trim up this dress for you."

Eyes wide with shock, her ears bounced like she had just been slapped, and asked in horror "You would cut up this dress?!"

Surprised, (Reader) felt their heart melt a little. "My leg is broken." Vix Ix looked down, and seemed startled by the blood. "I don't think there's any way the Duke's men are going to find me. So, I would have to cut off a lot of this dress to fit you, but I'd rather it be worn, then rot away in a trunk."

Tears began to drip down the little kid's cheeks, puffed up in an attempt to stop herself from crying. "I'll go find your sewing kit." She ran back out, sniffling loudly.

The moon rose high into the sky, and Hog Nose, a scrawny little boy who had an upturned button nose unlike any of the goblins in his tribe, held his ears as he was reprimanded by one of the tribe's strongest. Their tribe was small, and unusual. Decades ago their family began from a group of defectors, mostly women escaping their own tribes, wanting to create a community where they could flourish. Despite never attacking humans or causing mischief they suffered many casualties at the hands of adventurers, slaughtering them before they had the chance to explain themselves, forcing them to defend themselves. This left their family broken and impoverished. But they never gave in to "their nature" by stealing from travelers, an attempt to prove that goblins are not born evil.

"And you left Beetle Hands alone, possibly with a human?" Keegraul loudly asked incredulously.

Hog Nose whimpered, afraid of being punished and fearful for his sister. Keegraul grabbed a large dagger, almost a short sword in the young child's hands.

"She still isn't back yet, so lead the way."

The woods were dangerous at night, not only because of wild animals like mountain lions, but because of monsters that had slowly been migrating closer towards the goblins' home. Hog Nose shook as he led Keegraul through the trees, worried to find his sister hurt, or worse.

But what they found instead was that sound of laughter, emanating from a broken carriage connected to a dead horse with another corpse stuck in a tree nearby. Confused, Hog Nose ran to pile of broken wood, rushing past Keegraul who tried to stop him, knife ready for a fight.

"Beetle Hands!" He called out, not knowing what to expect, but surprised by what he found. His sister, wearing human clothing, with an injured human still fixing the bottom of the skirt.

"Hog Nose? What are you doing here?" She seemed genuinely confused, having had so much fun with her new human friend that she hadn't realized the time, standing in the dim light of (Reader's) lamp.

"I'm here to save you?"

Keegraul poked his head in after Hog Nose, curious as to the commotion. That's when the scarred man who had fought many battles with many adventurers, who never once met a human who treated him or his kin as equals, made eye contact with an exhausted person, pale from blood loss, fighting through their pain and fatigue, to make a dress for a little goblin girl. At least, that's what it looked like.

"What's going on here?" Keegraul meant to ask, but it came out as more of a demand.

Worried that they had offended him, (Reader) held up their hands. But Vix Ix beamed up at him, her large toothy grin radiating childish wonder. "(Reader's) making me a princess!"

"Oh, are they?" Keegraul released the tension he had been holding. The air smelled like blood, and at first he thought it was from the human's dead companions outside, but their broken leg was hard to miss. "It looks like they're dying."

Vix Ix ceased her bouncing, turning a terrified eye to (Reader). "Are you dying?"

(Reader) sent a quick glare to the adult goblin before shifting back to their comforting smile. "My leg just hurts, sweetheart. I'm sure I'll be fine."

"Not if you don't get that taken care of." The goblin retorted, stepping closer and bending down to get a better look. He let out a noise of frustration. "I can't see anything but blood with these pants on."

Rough hands with broken nails peeled (Reader's) pants off, pausing whenever they sucked on their teeth in pain. The bone right beneath their knee was protruding from from it's flesh.

"That's a nasty break all right."

"Can you fix it?" The little boy goblin asked, still shaking from earlier, but now cradling his blade like a doll.

Delirious from exhaustion, (Reader) turned their smile to him. "What's your name?"

"Craak, or Hog Nose."

They could feel themselves about to pass out. "Hognose? That's my favorite snake. Cutest little snake I've ever seen.." Keegraul tightened their torn pants around their thigh, waking them up with the shooting pain.

(Reader) hissed, incapable of audibly screaming. "We should take you back to the hole, so that we can get that leg fixed up."

Vix Ix stood tall, arms straight in the air, with a determined look on her face. "You can lean on me!"

Keegraul sighed, rubbing his eyes. "I'll find you a large stick for a crutch, and you can lean on my head for support." Vix Ix followed him, arguing about who got to support (Reader) on their journey, while Hog Nose stood shyly, still watching (Reader) with a small grin. "Did you mean that?"

(Reader) felt feverish, and couldn't focus their eyes. "Of course. You mean.. the snakes right? Never seen a cuter snake." Their breathing was labored, pausing between words awkwardly.

There was an odd blue tint forming on his baby cheeks, but it dissipated with the arrival of his little sister. "WE FOUND A STICK!"

The goblins all stared at the human receiving medical attention, gobsmacked. Everyone was incredibly interested in seeing who was special enough to be brought home by Keegraul. Especially the children, who were entranced by the dress (Reader) fixed up for Beetle Hands.

"Are you a princess?" A young girl asked, practically glowing.

"Haha no."

"Oh. Are you a prince?"

"Alright! Everyone go to bed!" Keegraul shooed the goblins back to the sleeping room. They all went back except a woman and Vix Ix. The lady seemed embarrassed, hiding herself by crossing her arms.

"You made this?"

"Yes. I have more dresses and fabric in the woods."

Her eyebrows were knit in what looked to be anger. "Why did you make a dress for Beetle Hands?"

"I just tailored it for her. Because she thought it was pretty."

"Yeah, but why?"

(Reader) smiled, understanding that the goblins must be suspicious of them. "Doesn't she look pretty?"

Vix Ix spun around, bumping into the other goblin. "I do!"

Her face softened. "You really think she's pretty?"

"Of course?" The goblin turned blue, like Hog Nose had earlier, and shuffled away.

(Reader) would later learn that her name was Reassa, and she warmed up to (Reader) quickly as they recuperated. In fact, all of the goblin tribe were incredibly welcoming to (Reader) to the family. They helped (Reader) between rooms, and generally fawned over them. As thanks for saving their life, (Reader) worked on reworking the dresses and fabrics the goblins found near the crash site into outfits for everyone. But as (Reader) got better, the goblins became more nervous.

"Are you thinking of leaving?" Keegraul wrung his hat in his hands, big sad eyes staring at (Reader) pleadingly.

"I'm sure my boss thinks I'm dead. It would be good to return home, and contact Marcus' family about his fate. But worry not, I won't tell anyone about you or the tribe." (Reader) smiled, practicing standing on their healing leg.

"That's not why I ask." (Reader) cocked their head, confused. "We trust you- I trust you. I know you wouldn't betray us. We- we'll just miss you."

Vix Ix popped out from behind a stack of boxes, knocking (Reader) to the ground, sobbing. "You're not leaving!"

Keegraul's heart broke. "Beetle -"

"No! Ti aim kahl, pen! (Reader's) not leaving!"

Reassa listened from outside the hole, along with three other women. They didn't understand. Didn't they make their love for (Reader) obvious enough? The flowers they would weave into crowns for them, the poems they world write for them..

One of the younger women started crying, head in her hands, choking on her sobs. Something dark grew in Reassa's chest, a feeling she often tried to force away, to prove to the world that they were wrong about goblins. A darkness, a possessiveness. "Maybe we should keep (Reader) here."

"We can't keep them against their will. They aren't a prisoner."

Reassa punched the entrance to their hollow, clenching her jaw tightly. "I love them."

"So do we.. but, what can we do?"

Hog Nose dropped a basket of vegetables. He had returned earlier than the other children. "Did you just say (Reader) is leaving?"

"Hog Nose! I'm so sorry, when did you get here?"

"I don't want them to leave!"

"I know, baby, but there's nothing-"

Hog Nose pulled out his dagger from it's sheath, rubbing his thumb across the beautiful golden vest (Reader) had made him as he did so. "(Reader) never learned our language."

"What?"

"What if the woods are too dangerous for them to go home? Because of the kahn piers?" The women all stopped, internally debating whether or not they could betray their fore mothers like this, lie to keep a human for themselves. But the decision was made for them, as Hog Nose slashed open his arm with the blade.

Inside the hole, (Reader) heard the women scream, and quickly wrestled Vix Ix to her feet so (Reader) could hobble to the opening. Reassa carried Hog Nose in her arms, a bloody mess, with a guilty expression on her face.

"What happened?" Keegraul demanded, watching as (Reader) pulled the little boy out of Reassa's arms to inspect the damage.

"He was attacked!" She collapsed, tearing at Keegraul's shirt.

"By what?!"

She swallowed hard, eyes flickering to (Reader), the motion only noticed by Keegraul and Vix Ix.

"Kahn piers."

Keegraul's eyes widened, realizing immediately what they had planned without discussing with him or the other men. "What kind of idiot-"

"What's a kahn pier?"

Vix Ix looked at her brother, witnessing him quickly shut the eye he was peaking out of. "Kahn piers are the most vile, evil creatures in these woods!" She cried out, grabbing onto her brother dramatically. "Hog Nose is lucky to be alive!"

Shame ripped through Keegraul's spirit, but seeing (Reader) shake with fear, imagining them doting on the children, caring for an the adults, watching them leave.

Wouldn't it be wonderful? Having (Reader) there to brighten their little home, loving the young ones as their own pen? Almost like a real spouse?

Even the way they clung onto Hog Nose's bloodied body, too broken up to notice that all his wounds were only surface deep.

Keegraul knew that everyone would play along, no one would tell (Reader) the truth. Everyone loved them so much, it was almost disturbing.

"Call everyone back home. The woods aren't safe."

#not proofread #so tired #I'm a little sick #so please forgive me #bad writing #platonic yandere #yandere family #yandere goblins #yandere monster #may come back later to proofread #i just wanted to get it out there lol

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the-modern-typewriter · 1 year

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may i request a jealous supervillain, because a new villain is attempting to flirt with their hero? Luv ur writing so much (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠)

"You're seething, darling," the hero said.

"You're smug," the supervillain snapped. "I bet you just love the attention, don't you?"

The hero raised a brow.

The supervillain folded their arms, but didn't take it back, despite the sudden tinge of colour staining high on their cheeks. They glared in the direction the other villain had sauntered off to.

"As a matter of fact," the hero watched them, "yes."

The supervillain's gaze snapped to them; water about to boil over.

"Darkstar is rather dreamy," the hero continued, with a sigh, a small smile playing on their lips. "Did you see those abs? And that line about-"

They didn't get to finish before the supervillain caught hold of their throat and slammed them into the nearest surface.

"I have abs," the supervillain growled, lethal, at the precise moment the hero choked out laughing.

They grinned up at the supervillain, careless of any normal person's perceived notion of danger, utterly unbothered by the fact that there were fingers around their neck that could crush their windpipe.

The supervillain's eyes narrowed. "You're doing this on purpose."

"I've never seen you jealous before." The hero's head tipped, still watching them. "You have at least five minutes of it being cute."

"Mm." The supervillain didn't quite seem to know what to do with the hero now that they were pinned, particularly as the hero wasn't doing anything about it whatsoever. The supervillain stepped closer, so that the hero could feel the abs. Just in case. "Five minutes?"

The hero's smile faded some. "Then it gets annoying if you're going to be a passive aggressive toxic child about it. Seriously. Jealousy is fine, but deal with it like an adult, yeah? No stabby stabby."

"They flirted with you in front of me."

"Joys of a secret relationship, dear."

"You really are enjoying this far too much."

"Stop being so fun to wind up then."

"Fun."

The hero's gaze flicked up and down them in turn; not boiling water, perhaps, but no cool thing. "Fun."

The supervillain wet their lips. "If you ever cheated on me, I hope you know-"

"-This should be good. Threats and intimidation. Relationship goals."

The supervillain's jaw worked. They slowly let go, and cleared their throat. "I will flirt with you more."

"I'm not asking you to flirt with me more. Although, if we are having a serious conversation right now, maybe show you care a bit more often though, hm?"

The supervillain cleared their throat. "I like that you don't have abs. You're like home. And powerful enough, anyway. Giving you abs would be too much for anyone."

The hero's eyes softened a bit, winded with affection, before their lip twitched. "Oh?"

"Don't make me say it again."

The hero smiled properly, and leaned in to kiss the supervillain's cheek. "Flirting is fun, but you know you're my person, yeah?"

"I'm going to carve their abs out."

"Uh huh."

The supervillain pressed a kiss atop the hero's head, some of the thunderstorms of them simmering down. "You're mine."

"With all my heart."

The blush on the villain's face was absolute at that. They turned away, prickly against it, and the hero grinned again.

"You still have about three minutes of jealousy left, fyi," the hero said, to their back.

The supervillain stopped. They considered. Then they rounded again, all deadly grace and heat, and crushed the hero against the wall again with a kiss. The hero's next laugh was soon swallowed up, transformed breathless.

Even if they didn't know who exactly by, after three minutes, everyone with eyes would know that the hero was taken.

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lipglossanon · 4 months

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Merry Xmas Everybody

shape shifter/wendigo!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, monsterfucking or I guess I should say monster sucking 😜, cock worship, dirty talk, condescending comments, light collaring

title from Merry Xmas Everybody by Slade

You’ve both returned from spending the day out at the local Christmas village, checking out the quaint little shops and stalls. It’s dark out now, and cold, leading Leon to snuggle up to you on the couch as if he’s not the equivalent to a blazing furnace.

“Seriously, I’m gonna melt here,” you grouch at him, trying to pry him away from nuzzling into your neck, “just scoot over a smidge.”

“Uh uh,” he mouths against your skin, sharp teeth scraping softly creating chill bumps, “it’s cold. And besides that, I’m comfy.”

Huffing, you try one last time to push him away, but his arms quickly wrap around your waist, claws coming out to prick you through your sweater.

“Stay still,” he rumbles, voice dipping into that low octave that has slick pooling in your panties.

Pinning you to his side, he goes back to nuzzling and nipping at your neck. His claws dig into your skin enough to make you hiss but that only causes him to groan and gently bite your throat.

“Been wanting to fuck you all day,” he whines, “but you said we had to wait til we got home.”

You laugh, “Leon, I wasn’t going to fuck you in a side alley in below freezing weather.”

“So that means in the summer—“

You snort out another laugh and he lifts his head up, horns shifting outward from his hair, squinting those catlike eyes at you.

“Think it’s a joke, huh?” he smirks at you before grabbing your hand and pressing it down on the bulge in his jeans.

Your lips part in a breathy sigh, eyes drooping as arousal floods your veins. He grinds your palm down harder and you feel as his cocks twitch against the fabric.

“Maybe you should put your mouth to better use instead of running it,” he purrs temptingly into your ear, “make it up to me for having to wait all day.”

Nodding, your mouth floods with saliva as you shuffle down onto your knees between his spread thighs. You’ve thought about sucking Leon off ever since you met him, but the opportunity hasn’t presented itself as he’s always so gung-ho to stuff your pussy with both dicks every chance he gets.

“Such a pretty mate,” he grins, sharp teeth flashing down at you as he pulls his jeans and underwear to his thighs, leaking cocks freed for your greedy eyes and mouth.

Placing your hands on his thighs, you lean forward and lick at the closest one, smearing precum all over your lips like some shiny new gloss.

“Gonna take your time? Fuck, that’s so hot,” Leon groans spreading his legs as far as possible, “want help?”

You shake your head, “No, c’n do it.”

He chuckles meanly, “Oh, I’m sure you can.”

Whining, you part your lips and suck at the head of one cock before pulling away to do the same to the other. As you suckle the second head into your mouth, the first one kicks and drags a glob of precum across your cheek making your eyes flutter with a moan.

“Like getting messy don’t you?” he mocks, “don’t worry, you’ll get that facial you’re looking for.”

Moaning even louder, you suck his cock further into your mouth. As you suck one, your hands come up to stroke and massage the other dick before you swap again. You try to fit both heads into your mouth, but since they’re too big, you can only drool and lick across their dripping slits, lapping up all the precum he’s leaking.

“My pretty, pretty mate,” he croons, cat eyes gleaming as his tail slips down to curl around your neck.

Keening high in your throat, you sloppily suck one cock into your mouth while wrapping your fingers around the other, jerking him off slowly. His soft tail tightens like a collar around your neck.

“Come on, show me how good you can be,” he purrs, sharp teeth grinning at you, making your skin prickle with want.

Mewling, you let yourself get even messier, drooling and licking all over each cock, dragging your mouth up and down both thick lengths as you kiss and suck the blood hot skin. Both tips weep precum steadily, kicking and throbbing against your lips and chin, smearing a sticky mess across your cheeks.

He chuckles and grabs the cock not stuffed in your mouth to smack across your hollowed out cheek, “You seem to really like this.”

You hum in agreement and pull off with a wet pop to let him feed the other cock into your mouth with a groan.

“Suck me off,” he growls out, tenor low and strange making your nipples ache, “and while I’m creaming that wet little throat I’ll be covering your pretty face with a nice thick load.”

Moaning unabashedly, you eagerly bob your head faster, working your lips and tongue all down his dripping length until the tip kisses the back of your throat. With a soft gag, you pull off to catch your breath, only to quickly repeat yourself, being more mindful of your limit.

His big hand easily wraps around his other big dick, allowing him to jerk off in tandem with your messy blowjob. With a rumbling snarl, he snaps his hips up once.. twice.. and spills deep into your throat as he coats your face with his thick, sticky cum.

You have to pull off with a cough, cum dripping all down your chin as you try to swallow what you can. More of his sticky cum spurts from each tip to coat your lips and chin. He snakes his hands underneath your arms and pulls you up into his lap.

“Oh, now this I like,” he coos sweetly, “my little mate showing everyone who owns her.”

With a shiver, you grind down against his leg, “Leon, please.”

“Okay, okay,” he clicks his tongue and you catch a hint of animal skull around his eyes before he smiles at you, “let’s get you cleaned up and then I wanna eat you out til you squirt all over my face. Return the favor.”

He winks at you and with a laugh picks you up bridal style to carry you to the master en-suite bathroom.

#lipglossanon #lipglossmasterlist #ao3rex #12 days of smutmas #smutmas 2023 #shape shifter/wendigo!leon s kennedy smut #shape shifter/wendigo!leon s kennedy #shape shifter/wendigo!leon s kennedy x fem!reader smut #shape shifter/wendigo!leon s kennedy x fem!reader #fem!reader #monsterfucking

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n3ptoonz · 7 months

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mk1 dialogues with the earthrealm guys!

a/n: most of these are pre-made in my notes, i'm choosing the ones that are more broad rather than targeted towards my oc! i hope it's to your guy's liking!

some of these lines are flirtatious

reader being an assassin mentioned a few times

enjoy!

Johnny Cage:

you: you are the last man i would ever court.

johnny cage: sooo i have a chance

johnny cage: i'd be lying if i said i didn't wanna be dominated by a warrior

you: i think i'd rather just kill you instead

you: what does "finish me johnny" even mean?

johnny: ohoho, allow me to demonstrate, sweet thang

johnny: i don't think you realize how seriously i take competition

you: i can guess from how you almost cried when kung lao outsmarted you in poker three times

Kenshi Takahashi:

you: you ever been asked how many fingers was being held up?

kenshi: it seems you haven't met our world class comedian johnny cage

kenshi: you look like you have something to say.

you: i was just wondering how often you wash your blindfold

you: you make that blindfold work, takahashi

kenshi: though welcomed, flattery won't get me to go easy on you.

kenshi: i still can't believe there's billions of other timelines outside of this one.

you: believe it, i had to fight off a combo of you and scorpion, not pretty.

Kung Lao:

kung lao: don't you like...kill people for a living?

you: says the man with a hat that could easily slice through a crowd

kung lao: an assassin huh...you work for general shao?

you: i would rather gauge my eyes out with push pins

kung lao: i can see you staring at my dimples

you: i was actually looking at your pressure points, but whatever helps you sleep at night

you: normally i cheer you on, but im going to take you down this time

kung lao: hah, you are certainly welcome to try

Raiden:

raiden: is it so obvious...?

you: raiden, you literally smile ear to ear at the sound of kitana's name

you: "i am nervous" my ass

raiden: i'm glad you think so highly of me, but i really was!

raiden: loser has to pay the next check at madam bo's

you: i didn't know you had such money in your pockets, champion

you: what's with all the fine men wearing hats around this place?

raiden: i...wow, you've really managed to catch me off guard

Sub-Zero:

bi-han: your flattery is not welcomed here.

you: aw, i was just getting started too

you: you said you think i'm so hot and cool and sexy?!

bi-han: [groans dramatically and tiredly]

bi-han: not surprised you're on the wrong side.

you: i dunno, something about not fucking with an evil sorcerer that could kebab me if i breathed wrong helped me make up my mind

you: so i'm assuming a double date with kuai and harumi is off the table

bi-han: i was considering it until you uttered that traitor's name.

Scorpion:

you: where did "get over here" come from?

kuai: if i told you, i'd have to kill you.

kuai: how would you even like my hair if you've only seen it tied up?

you: i have a very sufficient imagination, kuai liang

you: ouch, that's one nasty scar

kuai: it gives me a story to tell my new clan, should they ever ask.

kuai: don't you dare say it...

you: ..."come here!"

Smoke:

tomas: is it true? you find me handsome?

you: what can i say, men in uniform have my heart

you: if i didn't know any better, i'd think you're flirting with me

tomas: well...uh...i'm not particularly good in this field...

tomas: your bravery knows no bounds, you really flirted with bi-han?!

you: ah...i may have shit my pants a little when he almost froze my head off the other day

you: johnny's right, you'd be great on the big screen

tomas: thats... thats really nice of you to say!

Liu Kang:

liu: before you ask, yes, it is possible you are also a keeper of time in another timeline.

you: now i wanna ask how many people bombarded with that question

you: so, what was i like in the last timeline?

liu: there's not enough time to explain, maybe after this. maybe.

liu: i would heavily advise against trying to court a god

you: what? me? trying to- you speak madness!

you: i have to know...was i styling in the previous timeline or no?

liu: not even i had the time think of things like this as a mortal.

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a/n: this is an experiment post, hopefully this has reach cause i miss posting on here😭

#mk1 #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #kung lao #sub zero #scorpion #bi han #kuai liang #smoke mk #tomas mk1 #liu kang #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat dialogues #dialogues #n3ptoonz

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rowretro · 4 months

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𝕾𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

WARNINGS: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DISTURBING MANIPULATIVE SCENES AND DRUG USE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

✧taglist✧: @nxzz-skz @nshmrarki @wntersm

✧CHAPTER 2✧

Babe sat on one of the chairs as she examined her surroundings, briefly. multiple burnt-out cigarette butts, a few empty bottles of beer. a few fragments of glass that remained. what triggered the girl was the tiny specs of what looked like dried blood.

"Like what you see?... this is only one of our favourite areas to hang out sweetheart... there are plenty more that you will discover soon." One of the males said, his cat-like eyes scanning her face.

"Jungwon- pass me a roll up." Riki asked as the male tore his gaze away from Rowan and passed Riki a joint. Riki licked his lips as he stared at Babe. "Have you ever smoked?" Riki asked, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. "N-no, I don't really smoke..." the girl responded as Riki darkly chuckled.

"Here... try this... It'd look perfect between your pretty lips princess...." Riki smirked as Heeseung twirled the girl's hair. "No thank you... Appreciate the offer though... I guess"

Suddenly, Heeseung burst out laughing, making the girl flinch "For a little girl you sure have some balls huh?!... Oh come on princess... it's your first day here and we accepted you into our friend group right?!... the least you can do for us is smoke it." Sunghoon said with a smug smile.

"No seriously... I'm fine" the girl replied. Oh the boys weren't taking it. Heeseung yanked her hair back as he leaned into her neck from behind "Won't you fucking listen?! god I cant believe we were being so nice... You're really asking for it you know?!!!" Heeseung seethed through his gritted teeth, his grip tightening as Riki's hand chocked her small neck.

"You're being a bad girl... what we call a brat. Do you know what happens to brats?..." Riki smirked, the joint that was in his mouth now played between his fingers. Seconds passed, and then the poor girl felt a burning sensation on her collarbone.

She screamed and cried as she impulsively kicked, trying to rid the fiery pain of the small joint. Riki laughed. just a tiny circular burn. That was all it took to see tears in those innocent eyes, to make that sweet sweet smile disappear.

"Fucking whore going around smiling at others... You're ours now. We're all the attention you fucking need." Riki cursed as he smoked his joint.

Suddenly, a rather sassy boy walked up to the rooftop followed by his friend, he locked the door as he turned to the others. "Should we skip lesson? all the girls are so noisy down there." Sunoo ranted as Heeseung rolled his eyes.

"Deal with it, its not that big of a burden" Hee said as he finally let go of Babe's hair. "What did you say your name was?" Sunghoon asked as he lit a new joint and smoked it oh so slowly "B-Babe..." "Babe... we can't have other people calling you that now can we?...." the male added as he leaned in.

Sunghoon got up as he pinned the girl down, hovering over her his face only inches away from hers, as the joint remained in his fingers. "Open your pretty mouth princess." Sunghoon supervised, knowing just how disgusted the girl felt.

"He won't say it once. Open will you?!" Another boy who had been silent the whole time, spoke out. Remembering the little burn on her collarbone, Babe hesitantly opened her mouth. Sunghoon placed the joint between her teeth, as he gently pushed her jaw to let her hold it in place.

"Inhale it... let it do its work for a minute or so, then exhale." Sunghoon instructed as the girl did just as told, not wanting to be hurt. She coughed a little the first time, but once she had successfully taken a puff, Sunghoon pulled the joint out of her mouth and placed it in his, his eyes still locked on hers...

Boy she was so disgusted and scared...

. . .

Babe walked into her next class, English, 17 minutes late, with Jay following from behind. The teacher didn't tell her off as it was her first day and also because Jay threw a threatening glare at her.

Sure he was older and wasn't even in her class but he didn't care, he had a free period and he's a mafia boss so the fuck is going to tell him to do otherwise?

As Babe took a seat beside Sungchan, Jay immediately pulled her up. "Babe... You're really asking for it aren't you?!" Jay seethed quietly into her ear. "Babe, Jay, you can take a seat on the 7th row by the window, please let me continue teaching my class." The teacher calmly asked as The girl sat beside Jay.

She felt as if she was a snowwoman melting under the laser rays of the sunlight, only she was human, and Jay was the said sunlight. However, the girl was somewhat thankful, she had taken note of Sungchan's perverted stares when ever Jay was busying himself with his phone.

"Why does your hand writing look like that? pfft- Jake would beat the shit out of you if he saw your grammar mistakes what- why are you pouting?!" Jay asked, as the girl stared up at him, annoyed.

"If you're so good why don't you write my notes for me?!" Babe immediately regretted letting her thoughts slip out of her mouth like that. Her back was met with the wall as Jay leaned into her face. "Someone's feeling a little too comfortable around me already hmm?... don't worry, you'll know your place at lunch when we introduce ourselves in our own ways." Jay smirked as he turned to face the front, slipping in his seat.

✧𝕾𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗✧

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"Fairness" OnePiece x Saitama reader, Seven.

"Just a Normal girl looking for an everyday life. At least, if you call sailing across the seas with idiots with useless dreams a simple task, then you might wanna see a doctor. Seriously."

Warnings: Blood, gore, mentions of Leukemia, and heaps amount of blood and strength. It might be a little cursing, but not bad, and maybe some flirting in there, but it's mostly clean.

Other things:

-You didn't get bald due to your powers; you got bald to an extreme illness.

-You part of the straw hat crew, but others are interested in you and your power.

-Everyone that is a male is taller than you.

-Monsters from the OPM world will appear in One Piece, and I'll make some new monsters you will fight.

Enjoy the seventh chapter, everyone :)

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"Fairness, huh?"

The area was tense; the war was still going on as you stared at the marine that was in front of you.

His eyes glared down at you, the cigars in his mouth puffing smoke as if you were fighting.

Your words a little bit ago struck an annoyance in his heart as a smirk formed his lips. "You have a big mouth, kid; what makes you think pirates deserve fairness?"

"Because they're human, just like the rest of us! Yes, they aren't good people in the world, but at least they have room to change instead of being executed for living their lives! No one should have to go through that! God's children deserve to be free!" His head tilted. "God's children? So you're religious? Don't make me laugh, Pirate." I clenched my fist again. "So what if I am?! Why does that bother you?! Aren't pirates not allowed to be religious?!" He sighed. "I'm not saying that. But, what pirates do is out of monstrosity and vulgarness; never seen a pirate in my life that believes in a God." "I'm not a pirate! I just want to help people have a fair second chance at life, just like my God did with me! Now move out of my way!!" I zoomed toward the marine, already close to him, as his eyes widened, forming smoke as my fist went through; my eyes widened with shock. "What the?" He grabbed my wrist, spinning me around and throwing me across the battlefield as I stumbled but slid on my feet.

Close to me, suddenly, I dodged his lines of smoke, and as his face appeared, I used one of his weapons to try and pin me down, but I grabbed one of them, which was close to my eye, and broke it with my hands.

His eyes widened, but attacked me with the same weapon with the other hand, my left easily caught his wrist, throwing him behind me, turning to face him.

Sliding on his feet, his teeth gritted while looking at me as I blankly looked at him. "Are you done using your toys?!" I asked, himself bolting forward, his hands forming into smoke as he got to me again quickly. I dodged to the left but kept dodging as he was quicker than before, making this fight more annoying than fun.

He tried to attack me in the air, his smoke allowing himself to try and spin-kick me, as I easily dodged, as he flew to me again, trying to kick my face but I ducked backward, barely avoiding it, as his teeth gritted.

Trying to see what part of his body isn't made of smoke, I punched his stomach when he died down his power, causing him to launch back pretty far.

Zooming to him quickly, he blocked my punch with smoke again, which my hand went through as he got a hold of me and turned me around, his foot slamming to my back as he had me pinned down, my arm behind, his hands grasping a good grip on them. "You strong, Kid, but inexperienced; you must do better than that to stop my devil fruit power."

The position I was in caused my cheeks to rise as I looked behind at his muscular form, his daring eyes looking down at me as he pressed harder, an un-godly inappropriate moan escaping my mouth as His eyes widened, a blush to his cheeks as he was confused on why I made that noise.

But he let his guard down, and I smirked, able to use my speed to get out of his hold, zooming at him as I was about to punch him from behind, in slow motion as he turned.

His eyes widened as I was a dark black, as it was like a blink of an eye when my fist went towards him, stopping just in front of his face, as a large gust of wind blew at him.

The force of the wind causes everyone on the battlefield to feel it, but they ignore it and keep fighting.

Once the wind stopped, his eyes widened to see I didn't punch him, as I gave him a small smile. "Well, sorry for letting your guard down; your power is cool, Marine guy; I knew you were expecting me to kill you, but I'm not like that. Like I said, everyone deserves fairness, so let's fight later, K?", I patted his shoulder while soon bolting away, causing his eyes to widen. "OI GET BACK HERE-" He paused when he turned, as the ocean behind him had a massive gap as if the sea was parted like a curtain.

*Pretend it's the ocean :)*

Not believing the gap of the ocean in front of him, his eyes were widened like saucers, as he turned to you running and catching up to Luffy, as that attack you did was nothing new to you at all.

All the bravery that was pent up inside of him left when no one was looking, as his knees hit the floor, his eyes looking at his hands as all of that training he did, all the preparation to be a marine, didn't matter when he faced someone so powerful, who didn't even look like it.

But that compliment you gave him about his power replayed in his head, and that moan you let out made him cough suddenly, his hands going to the floor, his face flushing red.

One of the Marines noticed and ran to him. "SMOKER-SAN!" He yelled, as you heard while running, looking back to him, who was trying to catch his breath as you smiled. 'Your strong smoker, don't use your cocky emotions to get the best of you.' I thought, turning back while continuing to run. 'I hope we will fight someday in the future, but my focus...is to save Ace-" My thoughts were interrupted by an explosion nearby as I turned to see Ivanka fighting the giant robot bear, and my eyes widened at her. "IVANKA!" I yelled as her feet slid, her head whipping up. "Y/n-chan! Go! I'm ok! Kuma! Move out of the way!!" I stopped beside her, looking at the giant man, then at a blonde man beside him. "You know these two?!" I asked as Ivanka sighed. "Kuma, yes, but he's not the same; he's acting strange, and the blonde one....." The blonde male chuckled, staring us two down with his sunglasses. "Seems you had recent interactions with Kuma..." He spoke to Ivanka and then pointed to Kuma. "But the Kuma you knew and this one aren't the same!!" I needed clarification on his statement. 'Not the same..? So...this guy wasn't like this before?' I thought this guy didn't look human; he looked dead than breathing.

"YOUR LYING! I BELIEVE THIS IS THE EATER OF THE PAW PAW FRUIT! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING KUMA?!" He didn't answer as her teeth gritted with anger. "H-he's pissing me off!! Although he has always been quiet!!" The blonde male glared at us again. "I told you that it's no use talking to him." I looked at the man. "Why not?" Your question made him look to you personally as his devilish smile grew, his tongue licking his lips. "Never thought I'd see a day where a cute girl like yourself could fight, especially with your size." Scoffing, my arms crossed. "Don't change the subject!" His head tilted, still smiling. "Oh? Why? I'm not allowed to talk to a cute girl like yourself-" "You obviously know something that happened to this Kuma person, so don't change the subject more and tell us what happened.." I firmly stated, which made him let out another laugh. "And what's the fun of that? I already told Ivanka here he's dead..." I was more confused. "Dead? But he's-" I finally realized something when I looked into Kuma's eyes, which had a hew-like glass.

GLASS?! Wait a minute...it all makes sense....because this Kuma isn't human at all.... It's A ROBOT!!

"Holy shit..." I spoke. "H-He's a robot.." Doflamingo laughed menacingly. "You are correct, firecracker. He Volunteered to be a part of the world government's guinipig....to build a humanized weapon, which is Kuma himself....first they did his legs...his arms....his torso...then...boom....he was brain dead." His evil chuckle made your fist clench as the government turned this used-to-be human into something man-made, as Kuma could have had a life; it's hard to believe that he wanted to become this. "But, I don't know what kind of deal he had with the government." He turned, walking away, towards a pile of bodies, which he sat right on top of, his leg on top of another, as he dug into his ear. "Only a few days ago, he still had his personality. But now, he doesn't even remember that he was born human, so he is no better than dead. He is a monster who fights as the Government tells him. He's Pasfifix 3-0!" Soon enough, the robot charged a laser toward us again, causing me to instantly duck; our eyes widened, as the same explosion that came out of Kizaru happened in the distance. As my eyes widened, Doflamingo was still holding his sadistic smirk.

As Ivanka raged out her anger, she charged at him, telling us to move forward, as I didn't want to leave her with this kind of emotion.

But, she turned, reassuring me that she'd be fine, as I sighed, bending and bolting.

As I ran, time slowed, as Doflamingo and I locked eyes, and he spoke something to me. "Watch out, cutie.....because many people on this battlefield have their eyes on you...." He let out a sadistic laugh, my heart racing when he licked his lips as I continued forward, his words affecting me slightly as I went to catch up with Luffy, who was way ahead of me.

Many of Ivanka ally's came with me, as we caught up to him, us heading more to the scaffold Ace was on.

Me and Luffy could power through marines easily, spreading them like explosions, scattering them like flies.

We were so close to the next area, and my heart raced with determination as I turned to Luffy. "We're getting closer, Luffy don't give up!" He turned to me, nodding. "Yeah! Let's continue forward, everyone!" They all yelled with agreement, as my eyes noticed something off in the distance.

A handsome man was seen in the smoke before us as I suddenly stopped. "EVERYONE WAIT!" I yelled as some of Ivanka's crew got sliced up with one stroke easily. I Luffy's eyes widened when they all plopped to the floor.

When the man became more clear, Luffy's eyes widened as Mihawk was in front of us, my face turning pink with how handsome he was, and how fully his chest and abs were exposed.

He looked so cool, his face severe and blank, his cloak blowing with the wind, as the sword he got out from his back was immense, shaped like a cross as it shined in the battlefield light. "Now, I wonder..." He spoke, his voice a mix of sass and huskiness, as he stared at us. "If fate decides to end the life of a child and strong women of the next generation here...though I hate to admit it to you, darling, your outfit is quite unique, I do like it." He looked at me now, as my heart raced with the color of my black and red outfit, just my Pajams I was fighting the monster with before I came here.'Why is he calling me darling..? He doesn't even know me?' I thought, but I liked it; I didn't want to seem rude to the man in our way, as a nervous smile planted on my lips. "A-Ah, thank you, you look cool yourself." I saw a small yet noticeable smile to me tug his lips. "Thank you, now to not make things...boring, I shall discuss matters at fourth, I won't let you two get past me....and since you seem stronger than young rabbits, I'll give you the privilege to be killed with Yohru..." He gripped the large swords tighter, and I felt excited, as this man seemed strong.

I turned to Luffy. "Luffy, go ahead, I'll fight this guy." His eyes widened. "N-No! This guy, you need to learn what he's capable of! My friend Zoro fought this guy! He almost died! Mihawk is the greatest swordsman on earth; if you fight him, you'll be dead-" I let out a chuckle, stopping Luffy's words as he was confused by my sudden cackle as I looked at Mihawk with a wild smirk. "Greatest swordsman, huh? Well, I guess I can't see him bear-handed now, huh? I'll be fine, Luffy; get to your brother." I picked up a simple metal pipe on the ground as Luffy understood my strength, and he smiled. "Right, be safe!" He soon left; as I sat back up, I flipped the pipe in my hands, and one of Mihawk's eyebrows rose. "A pipe? Darling, are you stupid?" I smirked more. "Maybe I am, but if Luffy says you are the greatest swordsman here...then..." My eyes glared up at him eagerly, my smirk never closing. "How could I pass up the offer to fight you?" Something with my cocky standards struck his heart, as excitement also flew through his veins, which made him smile. "Let's see how long you can last in this fight... a little rabbit." With that, I disappeared before his eyes. His eyes widened slightly as I was behind him, about to stick the back of his neck with the pipe, but he quickly sensed me as his sword and the metal clashed together, a large gust blasting out of us. Guessing he would predict that, I slid back on my feet, charging at him; as I began to attack, he blocked, as I performed many different sword combos, nothing like he'd ever seen.

As we kept clashing together, moving faster than the speed of light itself, the marines or pirates could keep up with our pace. as I hopped on many different kinds of pillars, flipping, as I was about to strike down on him with my pipe, before Yohru went above his head, preventing him from me striking. Our eyes locked, faces close to each other. "Those are some fighting skills little rabbit..." He spoke sassily, a tiny smirk forming his lips as I smirked back. "Guilty as charge, your not the only one with amazing sword training!" Pushing Yorhu and him down, I landed with a flip, my head whipping back up to him, as he was about to attack me again, until I blocked Yohru with my pipe again, as the sword was rather amost touching the tip of my nose.

Gritting my teeth, I used all my strength to push the sword off, causing Mihawk to loose his balance before my foot slammed right into his stomach, not to hard to not kill him, as he stumbled far back.

Sliding, he dug Yohru into the ground to catch him from going far, as he glanced up, some people holding shocked faces.

"S-She was able to hit Mihawk!"

"How?! He doesn't let any enemy pass him with Yohru! It's incredible to see him bleeding!!"

"It goes to show how strong this chick is, look! She's just holding a metal pipe!"

As the whispers and words grew, Mihawk's free hand slowly went to his lips, wiping the slight blood coming from his mouth, as he let out a chuckle, standing up while retrieving Yohru from the ground. "You managed to get a hit on me, little rabbit...but don't think that will save mercy for you!!" He bolted to me again, quicker, as my eyes widened, Yohru suddenly striking me, nocking me quite far back.

Luffy's eyes widened with shock. "Y/N!!!" He yelled, as I slammed into the wall, creating a large indent.

But, as people seemed for me to be dead, I was perfectly fine, as all the marks that were on me was dirt, which made their eyes widened when I got myself out of the hole, as I began to cough and catch my breath.

As my eyes glanced up, Mihawk was slowly walking to my, flipping Yohru easily with his hand. "You may have experience with sword fighting, little rabbit, but your demeanor, defense and attacks are still new, but I respect your bravery." I chuckled, getting up to my feet. "That's an honor...but don't think your words will change this fight..." He smirked more. "Oh no, it doesn't, so why don't you show me how powerful you are..." His words got me excited as he got in stance, as I did as well, as we bolted to each other, landing a super powerful blow, as our weapons clashed, the ground soon shaking.

Both going off each other, we went at a quick speed, attacking each other at different angels, none of us allowing each other to land a single blow, as from the clashes of our swords became quicker, faster and stronger, the wind grew more, causing everyone on the battle field to struggle to stand, even the Admirals.

As I slammed onto the floor, I dodged left, avoiding Yohru, as I dodged right, avoiding the sword again, until I clasped the blade with my hands, as the tip almost went to my eye, as I was able to crack it, as Mihawk eyes widened, as I chuckled while looking up at him. I knew this sword meant well to him, as I didn't want to destroy it.

Instead, I died down my strength, throwing the sword, and Mihawk at a great distance, as the man landed on his feet, but instead of his blank demeanour, it was shock, as he looked to Yohru who had a visible crack on the blade. 'No one has been able to crack Yohru...so...how..did she...'

This made his heart race, as he looked to me, walking to him, as my face was serious. "You may have a sharp stick, swordsman...but to me, those things are ineffective..." Stopping just a few feet from him, a dark aroama formed around me, powerful than anything he's ever seen. "If you want to keep fighting me, then fine...but, if you think a sword of yours will decide the fate of peoples future, then that's idiotic, and calling of false prophecy..." Mihawk chuckled. "False prophecy? What are you a mentalist?" I shook my head. "No, but, I know the truth, and to think you believe fate will end with Ace's blood on the floor is terrible, Ace didn't do anything wrong, he was just living his life." "And you think Pirates killing innocent people is considered living their lives?" My fist clenched. "i don't think anyone killing anybody is fair, even if some do deserve it, but Ace didn't he didn't even kill anybody. He was just seeking revenge to a crew member that did share a fate, by a pirate who does deserve to be killed. Let me ask you a question, why do you wear that cross? What does that thing symbolize to you?" Your question made him shrug. "It looks unique, it's a symbol of strength and peace-" "Then why do you wear it, thinking Pirates deserve to die when you don't know the true cause?! Do you think that symbol is meant for fear or your opponents, or do you see yourself as a higher power? Because let me tell you something buddy, if you mock the true meaning behind that necklace of yours, then your fate prophecy's are at shit, because there is no such thing as fate....." Mihawk's head tilted with confusion, not understanding your anger. "Then what exists, little rabbit? Why do you defend the problems that are infesting this world, when you don't know anything about them neither? Is it, because you believe in a higher power, I assume?" "It doesn't matter if there's pirates, Marines, or just regular people, if people are in act of sinning against the true meanings of life, no matter how the upper power sees it, everyone will be punished by their actions, no matter how kind anyone sees themselves as...so what if I believe in a higher power, stronger and bigger than anyone else, I'd rather die knowing where I'd be, rather than not knowing if I will live or suffered for eternity. So you have no...NO RIGHT!! TO WEAR THAT NECKLACE!" I snapped to him, my voice booming out of anger again, which made him chuckle. "So you are religious, it makes you quite cute, but, what if your God, your Massiah, the prophets written in the book, are all false? What if I kill you now, little rabbit, to let you see where you end up?" He held up Yohru to the sky, as my teeth gritted from his words a bright blue energy surrounding his sword, as he slashed it down, a large amount of large energy coming out in a line, heading to me.

I didn't move, as anger from his words came through me, as I bolted to the light, my hand going out in front of me, as it was supposed to slash me, but instead, the light went around me,spreading out as I blocked it easily.

It was like a huge wall of energy, the size of the wall of china, as little old me was right in the middle, not a scratch on me what so ever.

As the blast died down, all that Mihawk saw of me was smoke coming off my hands, my head tilting. "What was that?" His eyes widened with shock. "Was that supposed to kill me? Man, I thought you were the strongest swordsman in the world." I blankly stated, causing a drip of sweat to fall on his face. 'S-She blocked that...with no problem...that attack could slice through a whole mountain, and there is not a scratch on little rabbit at all!' Putting the hand Yohru was in down, his teeth gritted with annoyance and defeat, as he underestimated my power again.

As my head tilted more, my eyes slightly widened with shock as he knelt in front of me, as if I was going to finish the fight. "Well done, little Rabbit...your strength surpasses me...now you can do your worst..." My eyes widened with shock, as I realised what he was expecting, he was thinking that I needed to kill him, because of this duel.

His actions caused me to sigh, as I walked closer. "Stand up." He was shocked with my words, as he looked up at me, too see my hand to him. I was smiling gently, my wig to seemingly be off as he was shocked, my beauty shining in with the little light left that was poking through the smoke of the battlefield, his heart racing. "Your strong." I stated, smiling wilder. "I was lucky enough to fight someone with the same amount of strength, don't think our tie means that I should kill you, we're all still technically human here, we should learn from our defeats and grow stronger." Not saying anything, my words made Mihawk to smile, his hands grabbing my own as I helped him up. As he was incredible taller than me, which slightly made my heart race, he gently grasped my hands, looking down at my eyes with full respect. "You are quite right, little rabbit, your God seems quite determined to keep you alive, I apologized if I angered you in any sort of way." I giggled. "Angered me? Well, the things you said made me a little imitated, but that's a lesson learned right? Respect other peoples beliefs, it's what makes the world a better place, right?" He nodded. "Yes, you are right." I smile more. "good! Glad we are in agreement, now I think you have changed your aspect on which side you are on, so are you going to let me pass and rescue Ace? Or are you going to be a stuck up and be on the marines side still?" He chuckled from my words. "I say little rabbit, to be truthful, I usually work alone, but, the marines offered me a position that my mind then couldn't pass down, but now, that you defeated me, showed me that neither sides matter, I tend to fight on my own terms. So, to answer your question more little rabbit, out of respect, I won't attack you, but it won't stop me from attacking your allies from getting to Ace." I respected that Answer, as I acted without thinking, as I hugged him which made him freeze. "Thank you!" I stated happily, as I pulled away. "Your a good person sir, and I know your skills will be needed for this world!" Your compliments made his heart warm, as he smiled gently to you. "Thank you little Rabbit, go now, before I change my mind." I nod, and bowed with respect, as I ran passed him, continuing with my path to Ace, as Marines were shocked with his actions, not believing how quickly he switched sides, as they went after me, about to shoot me until Mihawk simply gazed to them, slicing the Marines in a blink of an eye before they could pull the trigger, as his gaze turned back to his harsh form. Other marines were scared, looking to him, as he clutched Yohru more with his hands. "Don't be idiotic thinking I'd let you face her, just be lucky that you'll be taken down by me instead." Gritting their teeth, the soldiers charged to him, as I was smiling while looking back at him, knowing that I made a new ally.

Looking forwards, I ran faster, determined to save ace more, as my eyes glanced in front of me. 'Don't worry Ace, I might not think Fate is real....but...'

'Myself, or the higher power won't let you die, that's a promise!!'

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Author: WHEW! Another chapter done! Man, I feel like this sucked more than the other ones, I love Mihawk, so writing this chapter was really fun. The fighting styles might of not been good, but I hope you enjoyed it at least.

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Salt and Honey

Sapphic Summer Day One- Godly parent swap/First Kiss

Daughter of Poseidon! Piper (and son of Aphrodite! Percy, but that's not as relevant)

Piper wipes a hand across her brow. It’s hot, even if the humidity doesn’t affect her. Her shirt sticks to her skin, and she can tell she’ll need to wash her hair tonight. She may have lived in New York for almost 3 years, but she still misses California’s dry summer heat.

“Done already, Seaweed Brain?” Annabeth calls from across the arena.

“You wish, Wise Girl,” she yells back. Camp has been in session for only a week, but well. Being the only camper in your cabin has a few perks. Namely, being able to choose her own activities without worrying about annoying anyone.

The rest of the Athena cabin is here too, sparring amongst themselves. Turning her head, she spots Malcolm guiding one of the younger kids through the motions.

“Hey. Seriously. You good?” Annabeth settles her elbow on Piper’s shoulder, and she just barely stops herself from slamming her fist into the other’s stomach.

“Yeah. Just got distracted.”

“Liar.” It’s fond though, so Piper leans back into Annabeth. “Why don’t we grab some water? It’s not a good idea for a daughter of Poseidon to get dehydrated.”

“Whatever you say, Wise Girl.”

Annabeth rolls her eyes and tosses a water bottle to her. She catches the next one too, and opens it. The water pours down her body, and Piper exhales. The water gives her a burst of energy, almost like she’s downed a Monster or two. Annabeth snorts.

Piper sticks her tongue out and lunges forward in the same motion, Riptide flickering out to slice at Annabeth. She parries, dagger glinting bronze in the sun.

“Hm. Smart.”

“What? You think I can’t strategize?”

“Mm, it isn’t normally your style, is it?” Honey curls fall to the side, and Piper’s mouth dries. Annabeth uses her momentary distraction against her, and she ends up pinned to the ground. The dagger taps her throat. “Done.” She smells like vanilla and Piper can’t breathe.

Annabeth moves away, and pulls her up. “Huh. For someone so good on the battlefield, you really suck at sparring.” Piper flushes. She’s not wrong.

“Well. It’s different when you’re not just fighting for yourself.”

She opens her mouth to respond, something soft in those gray eyes. The conch blasts, and Annabeth wilts. “Oh. Lost track of time. Come on, there’s always room at your table.” Piper trips over her feet in her haste to follow, cursing under her breath as she almost falls.

“Can’t believe you’re just offering my table up.”

“What? It’s not like Chiron cares.”

Piper huffs. “It’s about the principle.”

“Ooh, now there’s a five dollar word,” she lilts, laughing.

“Shut up, Wise Girl.”

“Make me, Seaweed Brain.”

They both freeze. Heat crawls up her neck and Annabeth goes red. “Right, so. Lunch?”

“Yeah.” Annabeth nods quickly, decisively. They walk to the pavilion, and she practically falls into her usual seat at the Poseidon table. There’s already several plates, one for each of their friends. Annabeth snorts into her drink. “Should have figured they’d catch on eventually.”

She smiles and takes a bite of her sandwich. Camp food, literally, is magical. It tastes just like the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches her dad would make when she couldn’t sleep.

It’s weird having the cabin rules not be strictly enforced—ever since the Giant War, there’s really not a point.

The table isn’t quiet for long. Leo and Percy take their usual seats with a typical outburst of excitement, both of them gushing about what happened during arts and crafts. Jason sits next to her a little bit later, and smiles. He looks tired, dark circles only highlighted by his golden glasses.

They’d dated for a little while—both of them joke about their bout of comphet. She’d broken up with him after the Second Giant War, realizing she was lesbian. And also in love with Annabeth. He’s come out to her as aroace shortly after, and they’d agreed to try and stay friends.

She was grateful that it wasn’t awkward between them. He might be her ex, but Jason was honestly one of her best friends. Maybe not as close as Annabeth, but still.

“You okay? Didn’t see you at breakfast.”

Jason sighed. “Jupiter decided to send me an Iris Message at 5 am. And then lectured me about still being asleep.”

“At 5?”

Percy leaned over. “Take it from me, the gods aren’t always great with mortal time. Dad’s a little better about it, since they love the concept of beauty sleep, but still.”

“Yeah, about that. Do they really not care how often Aphrodite contacts you? Mom said Zeus and Hera threw a fit when she wanted to try and help out.” Annabeth rested her chin on her palm, stormy eyes intense.

Percy shrugs. Gods, his eyeliner is perfect. “Dad kind of does whatever they want? I think it’s just because they aren’t ‘interfering with humanity’ so it doesn’t count. I really don’t know though.”

“Not any weirder than last year,” Leo says, eyes crinkling. Piper reaches across Jason to fistbump him, grinning.

“Could anything be weirder than last year? Giants, cross-continental switches, memory loss, storm spirits, and I’m probably forgetting something.”

“Don’t tempt the Fates. Seriously. I don’t want anything to be weirder than last year.” Annabeth shivers.

Piper glances around, but it’s Jason who pushes the conversation away. “Have any of you tried the new lava wall challenge?”

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Annabeth meets with Piper after the campfire, slipping off to the beach. As older campers, they had a later curfew than the kids. Plus, it wasn’t like they couldn’t take care of themselves.

Piper is sitting on the sand, facing the water. She sits next to her, stretching her legs. She’s pleasantly sore from the lava wall and helping with her cabin’s pegasus lessons.

They lean into each other, and Piper’s head hits her shoulder. Annabeth slides an arm around her, and rests her cheek on Piper’s head. Even after everything, this is her best friend.

Children of Athena and children of Poseidon are supposed to hate each other. To carry on their parents' rivalry, to prove that one god is better. Athena is controlled and precise. Poseidon is rash and destructive.

They are not their parents.

They turn almost at the same time, and their lips press together. Annabeth exhales softly. Her lips are chapped and she smells like salt water.

Piper pulls back after a moment, sea green eyes wide. “This is…this is serious, right?”

“Yeah. I’m serious.”

They kiss again, and again. Piper ends up in her lap, hands holding her face in place. She’s ethereal in the moonlight, a sea breeze gently moving her hair. Annabeth kisses her again, and smiles.

@sapphic-summer-riordanverse-2023

#sapphic summer riordanverse 2023 #pipabeth #annabeth chase #piper mclean #daughter of poseidon piper #indi writes

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amerrierworld · 2 years

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Babysitter pt 12

Summary: The team debriefs.

Characters: Hela x fem!reader, the Avengers

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: angst/sad reality of the Snap, some soft smut

The only sound you could hear was the whirring of the air conditioning in the glass-encased office space. Tony was pacing at the front by the display TV with a map of the world flickering on the screen. You were picking at some debris that had gotten stuck under your nail, wondering if the awkward tensions between this group of people would ever cease.

Thor was chewing an apple, his eyes still staring daggers at Hela, who sat across from you. He was waiting for her to make a mistake. You had to admit his reason for mistrusting her was completely valid.

Tony tossed a 3D dart onto the screen, huffing as it landed in the middle of the ocean. There were numerous darts already pinned on more unsavoury places around the globe that you really weren’t a fan of.

“What do you say about that one then, Y/N?” he said, breaking the silence. “The middle of the ocean must be quiet enough for the both of you. Maybe you’ll find Atlantis.”

“Quit it, Stark,” Natasha replied. “Finding a new location for them is not the most ideal plan at this time.”

“Just trying to cheer everyone up, Nat.”

“Well stop trying, because it won’t work.”

“Don’t bicker,” you interrupted. “But Natasha is right. I can’t wrap my head around moving away to somewhere like Antarctica right now.”

“We could send them to Barton’s safehouse?”

“I really don’t think we should bother Clint right now,” Nat replied, her tone low and remorseful.

“But he’s all alone! Surely some company--”

“Stark.”

Her curt voice made you wince, realizing the implications of Hawkeye being ‘all alone.’ You picked at the nail a little more, wondering if you should try to reach out to him later to see how he was doing.

“Your world really is just crumbling at your feet, isn’t it?” Hela added, sensing the uneasiness across the room. “How easily humans break.”

“You’re not really helping your image right now, Hela,” you murmured across the table.

“She’s right though,” Thor agreed. “What is the rest of humanity supposed to do now?”

“We go into hiding,” Tony crossed his arms. “We find ways to live low. And maybe someday we find a way to fix it.”

“Why’s it always gotta be us, huh?” you sighed.

“That’s the shit you get with the name of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, sweetheart.”

“Why not find a way to fix this now?” Rhodey piped in. “Find who we can, buckle down, then locate Thanos.”

“Rhodey, we don’t even know if there is even a way to fix this at all,” Natasha sighed. Her eyes were weary and glossy with unspoken emotions. Your friends had all been tired for a very, very long time.

“I don’t know about you, but I would love to take a break for a while. Let the governments fix their half-empty countries. We’ve done enough,” Tony shrugged. “I’ve always wanted to have a cottage in the middle of nowhere, you know? With like, a lake. Maybe some birds.”

“Tony Stark in the wilderness? That would make a good reality show,” you commented. He chucked a 3D dart at you and it passed through your shoulder.

“Hey, you’d be surprised how capable I am out there.”

“But seriously, why not? We have all the capabilities of going into space and finding Thanos,” Rhodey continued, seemingly the only one with any vigour and charisma left out of everyone in the room. Probably out of everyone in the entire state at this point.

“Rhodey if you don’t stop talking I will snap your back,” Loki said. “Imagine we find Thanos tomorrow, how on earth could any of us take him on? We can barely stand.”

“We need a break,” you said. The group looked at you, stillness settling in the room. It was unusual, being the one they turned to for reason and leadership. You had to admit it would take some getting used to. “Hell I need a break, and I’m not even a superhero.”

You stood up, legs aching from the adrenaline, the running, and events of the day. Suddenly all you could think of was a long, steamy bath. “Tony is right. Plus, if we’re all in the same place, we’re easy targets. The world is too unbalanced and unstructured for us to make any plans like we did before. And... well, maybe we can even find peace with it.”

“Peace with half of the world disappearing?” Nat scoffed.

“Just for now,” you added, chewing your lip.

“Look, the last few weeks have shown me the reality of the Avengers, and all you aliens, gods, whatnot.” You gestured around the room with an absent, flitting hand, “The way you live your lives will kill you if you let it. But that means you have to keep fighting. And...” you felt a sudden wave of emotions choking your voice. You looked down at the table and tapped it absentmindedly with a finger. “...I don’t want to keep fighting anymore. I don’t think any of us can.”

Steve had been quiet up until now, his chin resting on his fist as he watched the conversation unfold. You sat down slowly as he spoke, now that there was a pause, “It’s settled then. Those of us who want to go into safehomes get to do so. Those who want to stay here or around civilization get to do so. We stay in touch when needed, but we go on with our lives. All we can do now is lay low and rebuild the world.”

“And ourselves,” you muttered. You felt the brush of a heel against your leg and you looked up to meet Hela’s gaze as she pressed reassuringly against you underneath the table.

“I’m knackered,” Tony stretched languidly and let out a deep breath. “Goodnight kids. We’ll figure the rest out tomorrow.”

“Shouldn’t we eat first?” you asked. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a burger right now.”

Tony snapped his fingers in agreement and pointed at you, “this is why I’ve always liked you, kid.”

Your new room was a bit larger than the last, fitting for both you and Hela. Your limbs were jittery with nerves as the evening had ticked by. Dinner was solemn until Tony put on a rock playlist, and you were pulled to your feet to dance on top of the dinner table. You were glad for the distraction. Hela had laughed at the sight of you spinning around without a care in the world. The sound had struck you in the heart and left you on a high the rest of the evening.

Thor, Hela and Loki kept at bay all night, which you were grateful for. No one tried to fight or kill one another. You had leaned over to your Goddess and whispered praise for actually behaving for once. She had replied with a darkening of her cheeks that surprised you.

Now, Hela was scanning the room, wondering why everything was so sleek and bare. Where were the gold decorations? Where were the elaborate furnishings? The bed frame was practically a box with no real character added to it.

“Tasteless,” she commented, just as the sound of the shower in the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom turned off. Hela stiffened, looking around at what she should do when you came back into the room.

A few minutes later you re-entered the room with a clean face and pyjamas on. Hela was fumbling with the bookcase. She was snarling under her breath, and you bit back a smile. A simple hair tie kept her thick black hair out of her face, and you were struck again by the domestic sight of her in the same room as you. It felt like a lifetime since you had seen her like this.

Hela kept opening the slim book covers with no pages inside, dumbfounded by the lack of paper and why on earth Stark would keep empty books like this.

“Tap the inside cover with your finger,” you suggested. Hela glanced up, startled by your voice. Her green eyes flitted longingly over your form for a moment before she did as you suggested. The book lit up with the title Treasure Island. She tapped it again and it popped out of the book in a projected screen from the metal cover.

“You humans make everything so complicated,” she huffed.

“Did you need the bathroom?” you asked, nonchalantly, closing the bathroom door behind you.

“No, thank you,” she said, putting the book back in its place. When she turned, you were already under the covers, tucking yourself deeper under the blankets. A silence followed between the two of you.

“What?” you asked, pondering over her continued stare. She seemed... lost.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispered, barely audible.

As the shock of her vulnerability passed through you, your eyes brimmed with hot tears again. You held up the covers and beckoned her into bed.

Instantly, her arms were around you. The armour dug into you, but as she held you it melted away until your body came in contact with bruised, soft skin.

“I’m sorry I ran,” she whispered against your neck, face buried there.

“Stop apologizing.”

“But I am.”

“We both did stupid things,” you said. Her leg came to wrap around your hip, tugging you even closer. Oh, how you had missed her touch.

“Hela,” you muttered as her lips began pressing against your collar bone, fingers grasping to pull your shirt down a little. She stilled, meeting your eyes with an unwavering gaze.

“Please don’t leave again.”

Her eyebrows furrowed with emotion as you tucked hair behind her ear and sighed. She pulled you closer and then rolled you onto your back before straddling your middle. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from hers as she leaned down to kiss you.

“Never again, my love.”

Your breath hitched with excitement as her cool hands slid under your shirt and cupped your middle around your ribcage. Her mouth opened for you and you gladly pulled her closer as your tongue explored hers.

“Call me that again,” you asked huskily, rolling your hips as her thumbs brushed over your nipples.

“My love,” she said, lips pressing against your neck, just by your ear. Her low voice made your tummy do wonderful flips. “My only.”

You finally managed to get your brain working again and reminded yourself to touch her. You reached up and cupped her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh eagerly. Then you trailed down, holding onto her thigh as you urged her to rock against you.

Hela growled by your ear, making you shiver. She pulled away to undress you and sat back to look at you, hands stilling as she stared at you again.

“I love you.”

You didn’t think tears would be the way you were going to respond to that, but they prickled at the edge of your eyes anyways.

“I love you too.”

She covered your body with hers and you wrapped yourself around her, kissing her with everything you could muster.

At some point, one of her hands had made its way down your middle and was circling your aching clit. The gentleness of it made you mewl desperately, and she swallowed your cries eagerly. The orgasm it gave you was soft, deep and left your core aching for more.

“Can I taste you?” you whispered.

Wordlessly, Hela laid back and you switched places, your hands palming her supple thighs and stomach, before pressing and coaxing her to open her legs for you.

“You’re everything,” you murmured, kissing her abdomen. She huffed in amused confusion,

“What does that--?”

She didn’t get a chance to finish her question, and you didn’t think to answer, because you buried your mouth in her core and all Hela could do was let out a weak gasp.

She rocked her hips against your mouth with slow movements, enjoying your soft and nervous pace. Her hand wrapped itself in your hair, and she murmured sweet nothings as you suckled her clit and made her quiver with a gentle, cascading orgasm.

Both of you were sweating lightly by the time you came up for air and you couldn’t help but giggle as she groaned and stretched with post-orgasmic bliss.

“Come,” she requested, opening her arms. You settled in her hold, burying your nose in her soft hair. She was fresh and clean and alive, and you couldn’t have asked for a better way to finish the day.

A/N: *throws update up after being MIA forever* *hides*

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panicatthediaz · 1 year

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Here we are, part 5. I'm not even going to try guessing how many there are gonna be at the pace this is going.

[Part 1] – [Part 4] – [Part 6]

@madaboutmunson @lamburrito @benjaminrussell @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @dijkstraspath @swiftiebuckleys @spectrum-spectre [Let me know if you want to be tagged!]

TW for homophobic language (from Eddie's father) right below the cut. It is a single paragraph, then discussed with more positive figures in Eddie's life.

Pin a String to My Chest – 5

A child's question

Eddie listened to what his dad said. How could he not? It was his dad talking, he had to pay attention.

Dad's hatred didn't make much sense, though. He kept saying that boys liking boys was wrong — "fags, all of them," he'd say with a ferocity that kind of scared Eddie — and it made them weak, made them fairies, that they "should all just die already."

Eddie, at eight years old, couldn't understand what was so wrong. Wasn't it enough if those people were happy? Did it really matter who that was with?

His mom smiled at him softly, like she always did, when he asked her. "Of course it doesn't matter," she said. "Most people fear what they can't understand, though."

Dad wasn't home then. Eddie knew not to talk a lot when he was; he didn't like how Eddie seemed to have an endless curiosity about the things around him, always asking "stupid, useless questions."

His mom had always been nicer, anyway. So he listened, stored his questions until his dad was out of the house, and then spent hours just talking to her.

Uncle Wayne had the next two days off, so Eddie was picked up bright and early (at 10 am) the next morning.

He was barely out of the door to hug his uncle when his parents started fighting. Wayne smiled tensely when he frowned, glancing back at his front door, but neither of them said anything until they were halfway to Hawkins.

Until Eddie repeated, "Does it really matter if a boy likes another boy?"

Wayne sighed, a little harshly, and Eddie shrunk into the backseat. With a glance in the rearview mirror, his uncle shook his head.

"Your dad is talkin' shit again, huh?" He affirmed, smiling apologetically. "It shouldn't matter, no," he sighed again, this time… a little sadly. "But a lot of folks are just stuck in their ways, y'know?"

"Like who?"

Wayne chuckled, like he did every time there was a follow-up question. "God-fearin' fanatics, mostly. The type that don't really wanna think by themselves, and are glad to follow the first person that'll tell 'em how to be."

Eddie nodded seriously. He didn't think he'd like someone telling him how to be. Not if that was like his dad, angry words at everything and everyone.

"I don't think you'll have to worry, kid," Wayne was smiling at him, looking in the rearview mirror. "Keep asking questions—"

"To the right people!"

"—to the right people," he chuckled at the echoing words, "And you'll be thinking by yourself no problems.

"You'll always have your ma and I to help too, kiddo."

What no one had told him was that "always" and "forever" could mean just two years.

That sometimes, sickness came too quickly and undetected to take everything that was good to him. That his father would spiral and make Eddie his new preferred target, and make his life miserable for a whole year before he was arrested.

At least Wayne took him in. Wayne didn't get rid of art supplies in the middle of the night because drawing was something that "only girls did."

Eddie wasn't even interested in boys like that! His father didn't know him very well, in the end. Not like his mom had known him. Not like Wayne still did... Hopefully...

Where was Wayne, anyway? Eddie... Eddie missed his uncle, he knew that, but... Why? What happened?

He was sure he could hear voices somewhere beyond the darkness that surrounded him, but he couldn't reach them.

#asexual Eddie Munson #Stranger Things #Eddie Munson #Steddie #Stranger Things fic #Eddie Munson fic #ace!Eddie Munson #asexuality #Wayne Munson #Steve Harrington #Dustin Henderson #wereswriting #I'm not sure how to tw this in the tags so suggestions are welcome

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sassykattery · 1 year

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The Royal Standard, Pt. 5

Welcome to Part 5. It's been a while since it's been spicy, huh? Well, I hope you enjoy.

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly. *Smut scene: f! receiving oral, f! receiving penetration, rough sex, monster sex, scenting, creampie. Use of feminine centered pet name: princess

Themes: Romance, DiavoloxMC, sex.

Characters: MC="you", Diavolo

Minors and ageless blogs DNI.

18+ only

Masterlist

Enjoy.

Once in his room, Diavolo gently kicked the door shut and locked it. Slowly, he carried you to his bed and carefully set you to your feet next to it. He took your head in his hands, kissing you softly. Your hands curled around his wrists, saving the warmth his body offered.

Pulling away from you, he gazed into your eyes lovingly. "My darling..." he purred. "Or rather, I guess I should call you my little princess," he mused. You lowered your lids, looking at him through your eyelashes. "Would you like that?" he asked softly. You nodded with a lustful grin, and he mirrored it back.

His hands began to roam your body, as did yours. He hummed in amusement, and you cocked an eyebrow with a silent question.

"I don't believe I told you how much I enjoy this dress you picked out. You have such good tastes," he praised. He leaned in closer, "I do think it would look much better on my floor, though," he whispered.

Obediently, you turned, and he began to unzip it, and peeled it off of you like you were a present being unwrapped. He took the pins out of your hair to let it cascade back down. His nimble hands worked to unhook your bra and toss it aside. Warm fingers brushed your hips as he tugged down your panties. Stepping out of everything, including your shoes, Diavolo kicked it all aside and looked you over.

Looking up over your shoulder, you asked, "Better?"

"Mm," he mumbled in reply, kissing the side of your neck, and working up to your ear. He gently nibbled on the lobe, causing you to whimper out the tiniest moan.

Fully turning back around to face him, your small hands worked to remove his suit jacket, shirt, everything else he had on, so that he was as fully naked as you.

Feeling cheeky, you wrapped your arms around his neck and jumped up, and his reflexes allowed him to catch your thighs to hold you up off the floor, held against him. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his hips. He grinned at how cute you were and peppered your face with kisses. Carefully, he knelt down at the head of the bed and slid into it, with his back resting against the headboard. You folded your legs underneath yourself and now straddled his lap.

"MC, I can't even begin to tell you how happy I am," he stated. He brushed your hair back and grazed his knuckles against your cheek.

"I hope I continue to make you happy, Diavolo," you replied, "for a very, very long time."

"I don't doubt that you will. I just hope I can do right by you and deliver the same care and dedication you give to me every day."

A half-smirk crossed your lips, "I will certainly let you know if you start slacking off."

"There's not a doubt in my mind that you will," he replied playfully.

Relaxing into his arms, you asked, "So, as queen, what will my duties entail?"

"I'm mildly shocked but mostly amused that you're asking that now, after you've already said yes," Diavolo replied. You shrugged and waited for him to continue. "Well, you'll have to join me on trips involving our diplomatic duties, arrange social events, manage finances, there's the paperwork too–"

"You mean I actually have to do work?" you said, using your acting skills to sound genuinely shocked at the news.

"Darling, I imagine you realize that after watching what I do all day you wouldn't just get to sit around–" he stopped when he saw that shit-eating grin on your face. "Ah, I see, you're messing with me?" You nodded. "Hmph," he mumbled, furrowing his brows.

"My love, I'm sorry, I don't want you to think I won't take this seriously," you said with a slight giggle. "I just want to tease you a bit. But I am curious, how will I learn to do all of that?"

"Ah, luckily for you, between Barbatos, Lucifer, and myself, you'll have plenty of help," he answered.

That grin came back, "And here I was, thinking that I would spend my days here in our rooms with my king's face buried between my thighs," you said with a lustful sigh.

Diavolo's cheeks were tinged with pink, but his eyes flickered to something darker. "There will be plenty of time for that too," he said in a low voice. He pulled your chin towards himself, grazing your lips with his, but only to bypass them in favor of bringing his lips to your ear, "Like right now," he murmured.

*Before you could register, he pushed you off his lap and sent you onto your back, climbing up your body to kiss you ravenously before sinking back down again to kiss your thighs. You gasped as he found the innermost part of one thigh and grazed his teeth there. He spread your legs out and put your thighs over his shoulders, settling into his position.

He pulled away from your plushness and looked up at you. "This is what you wanted, yes?" You simply nodded eagerly, and he went back to his ministrations. He loved squeezing, groping, and squishing your thighs, all while teasing both of you because your aching core was just right there, but left untouched. Hickies were left all across your skin, and finally you'd had enough.

"Please," you whined, gripping the sheets.

Diavolo looked up at you, "Please what?" he teased.

"I-I need..." you whined out again. "Please, it aches, I need you."

Not being able to say no to you, he dove right into your sweet center and enthusiastically swirled his tongue over your clit, relieving the pressure you felt, forcing you to cry out a satisfied moan. It was music to his ears, and he was going to draw out your score for as long as he could. Feeling you relax into the pleasure, he sent his tongue down to prod your entrance, causing you to tense up, waiting for the intrusion. The warmth that radiated from his tongue as it slid into you was intoxicating, as was the feeling of it lapping you up.

He knew just how to ignite your roaring inferno, causing you to moan out your appreciation for his movements, egging him on for more until you could hit that sweet release. His own moans vibrated against your core, only further adding to your pleasure. All at once, you came crashing down into a fitful orgasm, your thighs to squeeze your lover's head in place as he greedily licked up your cum. The only thing to escape your lips was "Dia" over and over, like a prayer.

With a content sigh, you released the hold your thighs had on Diavolo and relaxed. He put your thighs back down on the bed and crawled his way back up to you with a smirk.

"Was that what you had in mind, my princess?" he purred. Hearing him call you that stirred something in you, making your heart flutter just a bit. With a satisfied smile, you nodded. He leaned down to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his lips.

You then wrapped your legs around his hips and looped your arms around his neck. Getting the hint, Diavolo sank down and lined himself up with you to slide his cock right into your soaking core. He buried his face in your neck when he felt how wet you were, and he groaned.

He muttered near your ear, "I've been wanting you like this all day, baby. It was so hard to hold back from you."

"Mm, why did you?" you moaned back as he thrusted into you.

"I wanted to wait until it was a more special time," he replied. After nibbling on your neck, he continued, "I have a hard time resisting you, my love. I find it difficult to tell you no. I want to give you everything I have, including myself."

His words made your heart melt, and you pulled on him to bring him closer. There wasn't a whole lot you could say in that moment, except, "I can't wait to be your queen, Diavolo," with a breathy moan. Your words turned him on as he grunted into your neck, licking and biting your tender flesh. His thrusts never got harder or rougher, he was enjoying this pace with you and didn't want to rush it. Your senses were made alight when his scent infiltrated them, causing your mind to liquify with only thoughts of him.

"My queen..." he murmured possessively. His hands gripped the bed sheets tightly as his own hold on reality was melting.

Feeding into his nature, you murmured in his ear, "I'm yours, Diavolo, take me. Let everyone know who I belong to." You could feel his body heating up from your words, and his arms wrapped under your back to hold you in place as his barrage of thrusts continued.

"MC," he warned, "you're driving me out of control," he muttered.

Oh, but for some reason, that's what you wanted.

You were close, and you wanted him to cum with you, so in a sultry voice, you moaned out to him, "Make me yours, Diavolo. Make me only know your name, your body, your cock. Break me and make me your slut."

A growl that could only be described as demonic escaped Diavolo's throat as he completely stopped moving.

Internally he fought with himself. He denied his nature all day long, and now his lover was calling for him to unleash it all, and he desperately wanted to, but he was afraid of going too far. But then your voice rang out again, dripping with the magic of your vanity and prowess, like a sweet, seductive siren:

"Do it, Diavolo. Show me who you really are."

Slowly, he sat up to his knees and you saw him in his demon form, as you were in yours. However, in his eyes was a sinister evil you had never seen before, but you weren't afraid of it; oh no, it was powerful and seductive to you. And when he looked in your eyes, Diavolo could only see the object of all his desires, the very person he wanted to keep locked away just for himself; his whole word held in your midnight and magenta orbs.

With a speed you didn't know he possessed, his arms went under your thighs to push your knees into your chest, and he pushed his torso into your legs to keep them there, and his hands captured yours to keep them pinned to either side of your head. With hard and fast thrusts, his cock bullied your slick cunt, and those sweet moans of yours were now just mindless babbles and screams of unbridled pleasure. The force of his hips barreling into yours even made the bed groan, and the headboard continuously slammed into the wall behind it. Your fingers dug into his hands as you held on for dear life.

He sunk down lower, forcing your knees further into you, and whispered with a fiery intensity, "No one can have you now." His grip became meaner on your hands, and though you thought that his current barrage of thrusts was rough, he dialed up the intensity and slammed his hips into you with such a force, you heard something beneath you snap, and the bed dropped to the floor. You gasped but he just kept going, as if nothing but who was writhing underneath him mattered.

His wings fluttered behind him, only aiding in increasing the amount of force he used to fuck you, driving his cock in as deep as he could go. Every part of your cunt was filled to the absolute brim, with your gummy walls still clamped around his member to keep the powerful pleasure coming.

The pleasure you were experiencing quickly turned to overstimulation as he punished your g-spot relentlessly, and it was getting harder to focus on anything. You were quite literally being fucked stupid, and it felt so good, but you were completely out of control here. Your voice was going hoarse at this point from the wails and cries you emitted, and all of this only spurred your lover on more to keep going at his rapid-fire pace, even as you at one point squirted all over his cock, he didn't let up from you. The orgasms you had were continuous, eventually turning you into his little ragdoll as you couldn't keep up with him, and unfortunately for you this went on for another hour before he seemed anywhere close.

"D-Dia- I... I can't-" you tried to say with a broken voice. You were on the verge of passing out, and though your stamina was much higher as a demon yourself, you seemed to be no match for him.

But this seemed to be what pushed him over the edge, as he gave your bullied pussy a few more erratic thrusts, a low groan, and finally fully sank his cock into you, with rope after rope of cum spurting out for what seemed like an eternity.

His head was hung, and you watched his chest heave as he came down from his high. With him pulling away from your legs, you were able to drop them down with a soft plop on the mattress. He withdrew himself from you and the last things you remember as your eyes fluttered shut was him pulling your lifeless frame into his embrace.

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reverie-starlight · 2 years

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{silent treatment - semi eita}

Okay, so I wrote this during math class and I’m not 100% happy with it, but I don’t hate it at all, so I’m gonna post it :)

Reader: gender neutral!

Warnings: silent treatment (not in a bad way), play fighting/roughhousing. LOTS OF FLUFF

Notes: I’m pushing the semi agenda. I love this guy, the world needs more semi eita content.

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You really hated the silent treatment.

The whole thing just screamed miscommunication and bad ending to you. If you and your partner were having problems, you should be able to be mature about it and sort them out, right?

Luckily you scored a boyfriend who agreed with you and never seriously used the silent treatment against you.

Key word seriously.

Semi Eita was a good communicator. He talked through his problems with you, never letting the issue sit and blow over into an argument. He believed that the silent treatment being used as a sort of punishment for mistakes and being used to avoid serious conversations in any relationship was just childish and immature. It only caused more problems than solutions.

But that didn’t mean he had never used it to tease you.

Whenever he used the silent treatment, he was never actually upset with you, and you knew that. He made sure you knew. He didn’t use it regularly, either.

It was just him being petty after you purposefully did something to get on his nerves.

Like today, when you wouldn’t stop poking his face and ruffling his hair. That was all fine and good- all he had to do was pretended to bite your finger then teasingly run a hand over your side. You were on the other side of the couch, arms wrapped around yourself, in seconds.

What set off this silent treatment wasn’t just that, though. You had been teasing him all day, annoying him on purpose to get a reaction. He knew that’s all you wanted.

So, of course, he gave you no reaction.

“Eitaaaaa,” you draped yourself over his lap and looked up at him, once again poking his cheek.

He looked down at you and raised an eyebrow. His hand sat on your knee.

“What do you want to do for dinner?”

He smirked and just shrugged in response before turning back to the TV.

You sat up and narrowed your eyes at him. “Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?”

He tilted his head at you, pouted in mock sympathy and nodded. He cupped your cheek with his free hand and kissed your nose.

The thing about Semi is that even when he was like this, he never withdrew his affection. It was one of the ways he assured you he wasn’t really upset and was just having a little bit of his own fun in retaliation to your own. He’d also never completely ignore you. He’d give you non-verbal answers, sure, but he’d answer you nonetheless.

It really was just him getting on your nerves. And you didn’t mind, you found it entertaining- you were able to find new ways to make him break when he did this, each one more bizarre than the last.

“Alright then, let the games begin, Eita.” You hopped up from your place in his lap and ran off to the kitchen.

When you emerged a few seconds later with something in your hands, he had to do a double take.

His chips.

The one with the super weird flavour he wanted to test out on movie night.

Unopened, in your clutches.

The look on your face was evil.

He quickly got up from his spot and made his way towards you. He moved to grab the bag from you, but you were faster, holding it just out of reach. You giggled as you kept moving it away from him every time he attempted to snatch it away.

“If you want the bag, all you have to do is ask for it, baby.”

He playfully glared at you. He’d get what he wanted without begging for it even if it meant using extreme measures.

Instead of reaching for the chips, he secured both of his arms around your waist and dragged you down to the ground with him.

You shrieked as he settled on top of you and pinned one of your arms to the ground. Your free hand was waving around the chip bag wildly, doing anything possible to keep it away from him until you got to hear his voice again.

You managed to squirm and get out from underneath him, but he just grabbed your waist again and dug his fingers into your sides this time. A mix between a scream and a laugh left your mouth and he grinned, repeating the motion.

“No! Okay, okay, Eita I yield, please don’t,” you begged and handed him the chips to keep him from tickling you. “You win, just please don’t tickle me.”

He raised his chin and puffed his chest a bit in pride. He figured now that he won against you, he’d drop the silent treatment and help you with dinner.

“Of course I won, baby,” he stood up and held out a hand for you, but you tugged on it a bit. “Hm?”

He picked you up and took you to the couch, bag of chips left on the floor.

You looked up at him and nodded to the cushion beside you. He sat down next to you tilted his head in question. You tugged on his shirt again and he lied down on top of you. “What’s wrong, my love?”

“Before we make dinner can we just cuddle here?”

His smile turned soft and he pressed gentle kisses along your jaw and cheek. “Mhm, sounds good to me.”

Eventually dinner was made, and the chips were eaten during movie night, but right then all that mattered was cuddling you and his victory.

#semi eita x reader #semi eita fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #2 posts in 2 days #who IS she?#anyway please enjoy me pushing the semi agenda #semi >>>>#shiratorizawa #shiratorizawa x reader

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dialovers-translations · 2 years

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu CD VERSUS Ⅳ Vol.1 Ayato VS Kino VS Shin [Track 5]

Original title: ゲーム・オーバー

Source: DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu VERSUS Ⅳ Vol.1 AYATO VS Kino VS Shin [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru, Morikubo Shoutaro & Tomoaki Maeno

Translator’s note: Okay so this CD was strange...? I think some of the VERSUS IV CDs did the game aspect perfectly but in this one, I didn’t feel that thrill as much. Which is a shame considering it’s the CD in which Kino - the game master - appears. Everything felt a bit disconnected rather than it making for one, nice story. The open ending isn’t my cup of tea either, but I suppose I can see the appeal for some people.

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5

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TRACK 5: GAME OVER

Ayato wakes up.

Ayato: Ugh…

*Rustle rustle*

Kino: Aah…You finally woke up?

Ayato: Fuck…I’m so thirsty…I can’t…I want…blood…

He slowly gets up and walks over to you.

Ayato: Your…blood…

Kino: Ahーah~ He’s gone completely insane. Which means the other guy must also…

Footsteps can be heard in the distance.

Kino: Oh, if you speak of the Devil…

Shin: Ugh…Haah, haah…Where is she…!? …There you are.

He also approaches you.

Shin: Hurry up and give me your blood! If not…I’m seriously going to lose it…!

You flinch.

Kino: Hehe…Well aren’t you Miss Popular? Well then, the butterfly gets devoured by the two spiders and it’s game over. I guess this is the end? …Such a shame.

You reach out to Kino.

Kino: Hm? What’s wrong?

You offer to sacrifice yourself if Kino gives them the antidote afterwards.

Kino: Heeh…So you’re willing to sacrifice yourself for their sake? …You really are an odd one, aren’t you? Sure. I’m down for your plan. You will let yourself get sucked dry by these two guys and in return, I’ll give them the real antidote.

…However! Only if you do not resist. I don’t want to hear a single sound from you. Let’s say it’s a new game. Well then…What will you do?

You nod.

Kino: Now we’re talking…! Well then…Let the game commence!

*Snap*

Ayato: You two better keep your dirty hands off her…She’s mine!

Ayato pins you down.

*Rustle*

Ayato: I’m beggin’ you…Give me your blood…Give me your everythin’...

He bites you.

Ayato: Mm…Nn…

*Sluuuurp*

Ayato: Nn…Haahー …Delicious…I can’t get enough of it…Haah, haah…Oi…Whatcha bein’ all quiet for? Let me hear your voice. …You love it when I treat you like this, don’t you? Haah…Ugh…To prove my point… Hahn…

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato: See? All I’ve done is press my fangs ‘gainst your skin and you’re already twitchin’...Deep down, you want nothin’ more than to have your blood sucked by me, correct? If it feels good, then let me hear it. Tell me that my fangs feel the best. Come on…Hurry!

You remain quiet.

Ayato: Che…! Then I’ll force those words out of you!

He continues sucking your blood.

*Sluuuurp*

Shin: …Ugh! Don’t be hogging her all to yourself!

*Thud*

Shin: Haah, haah…Do you want to upset me or something…!? Showing me how Ayato sucks your blood…Che…I seriously feel like I’m gonna go mad…! Why did I have to meet you, damnit…!?

You avert your gaze.

Shin: …!! …Say something! …No, I’ll drag it out of you. Just like this…!

Shin bites your leg.

*Sluuuurp*

Shin: Mmh…! …Nnh…!! I’ll suck you dry of all your blood…! To the point where you’ll no longer be able to stand on these legs…! Mm…Nn…

Kino: Ahーah…Both of them have completely lost sight of themselves. …Anyway, you’re pretty impressive, huh? You can still endure it, huh? In that case…I suppose it’s my turn next…

*Rustle*

Kino: Hahn…

Kino bites you as well.

*Gulp gulp*

Kino: …How’s that? Irresistible, isn’t it? I bit the same spot as before after all. But I like biting the ears…And yours happen to be especially sensitive. I wonder if your blood has triggered something inside of me? Let’s enjoy ourselves some more…More...Nnh…

*Gulp*

Kino: Heeh…You still won’t cry out, huh? Then perhaps I should try strangling you?

*Rustle*

He begins to suffocate you.

Kino: Slowly but surely, you’ll find yourself struggling to breathe…As the blood is being drained from your body, your vision begins to blur…Come on? You’d want to fight back against that, don’t you?

*Rustle*

Kino: No need to hold back, is there? Going mad as the result of some medicine is still much preferable over death, isn’t it? That goes for Shin and Ayato…as well as us both.

Ayato: ーー As if I’d let that happen! You…You…belong only to me…!! Look my way! Hahn…Mmh…

You whine.

Kino: Fufufu…Aah~ You finally let a noise slip. I guess a Princess has to be awakened by a ‘true lover’s kiss.’

*Rustle*

Kino: It’s game over. Well then, let’s make the best out of our time left. ーー All three of us are together.

*Rustle*

Shin: I’ll make you mine…Even if I have to steal you, you shall be mine…!

*Rustle*

Ayato: No way I’m lettin’ some other guy have you…Go ahead and scream or cry all you want, I’m not lettin’ you go…

*Rustle*

Kino: Hehe…Hehe…Hahahaha…!!

ーー THE END ーー

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roccinan · 4 months

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I know it's only been a day but I'm dying of curiosity, have you watched the spinoff yet? What are your thoughts?

Hi anon! As you can see, I posted an initial ramble in an earlier answer LOL I talked about my feelings for the new characters there so I won't bore you and repeat it.

In a nutshell: new banda was "meh." Cameron was hot and I hope she gets more breakout roles, but the character was written like a Tokyo/Nairobi knockoff without any of their depth or magnetism. And I personally didn't like how her backstory was treated (it wasn't taken seriously for the right reasons imo). Keila was surprisingly likable but I keep making a lemon face when I remember her being horny for Bruce's sweat. Same for Bruce. He would have been enjoyable if not for the pubic hair fetish that he keeps bringing up asdfasdf

I was most interested in Roi, and he didn't disappoint, but I was baffled over why the spinoff ignored the most important question: how did he meet Andres and why did Andres take him in?? Genuinely needed a flashback there.

Main questions that the show needs to, but didn't answer:

How did Damian/Keila/Roi/Cameron/Bruce meet Andres?

Why did Damian/Andres choose Cameron and Bruce to help?

Why weren't any of these people in the mint and bank heists? You can argue that Bruce/Keila/Cameron weren't close to Andres, but nothing indicated Damian and Roi would abandon him. Alicia "exposed" their identities, but they don't know she did that so it's HUH

Why did Andres replace them all with Jakov, Martin, and Santiago? I mean, I would too LOL but in universe, there needs to be some explanation

Why is he calling himself Berlin?

We also still have no idea why Andres and Sergio have different surnames since this show addressed nothing about them having the same or different parents. No idea when or why Andres became a thief, how he came to love heisting, etc. Overall, the spinoff chose to flash romances between the new characters instead of giving us more information about Andres, which was a stupid move imo.

That said, there were things I did like about the spinoff:

Aside from that hilarious tracksuit, Pedro pulled the various turtlenecks off more or less. He was gorgeous more often than not, but for what? smh

The ending was tight, exaggerated, and fun

I actually was hyped when Alicia and Raquel showed up

Lots of jokes/moments landed and made me laugh out loud

Camille topping Andres every chance she got was Quality content

The heist itself didn't have me on pins and needles, but it was entertaining and I never got bored of it

I liked that aside from Roi, Andres wasn't close to any of the young people on the team- that makes more sense with his character and also helps me forget the 27yo comment asdfadf

The shoutout to Sergio :') Hermanito lives rent free in Andres' mind

General elements that I wasn't a fan of, aside from the forced romances:

Not a berlicia shipper, but come on- why would you put Alicia and Andres in the same time space and NOT have them interact!?

The car race confused me, and not just because Cameron's phone breakdown made me cringe. I honestly don't understand why the racers needed a girl to stand on the roof. What purpose? How does that help or hinder the race- what- at first, I thought the girls were going to whack each other with sticks or try to break the other person's car and this was a high stakes death battle. But no, they just did this to be cool.

Speaking of the race, I think too many "cool" moments became boring because they were tailormade for the cool new stars; there should have been more moments like Berlin at the "opera"-- Ex. we should have gotten Damian and Andres at that race instead of Cameron and Roi- that would have been so much funnier, and thus more memorable

Andres' speeches were repetitive and made no sense, even for him. BUT it was hilarious how in the show's effort to ignore Martin, everything Andres says and does makes it look like he's waiting for his one true love in the form of Palermo, a man; even that no homo moment with Roi was so on-the-nose it has to be foreshadowing Martin XD

The ending with Camille was too open for my taste, especially pointless because we KNOW they don't end up together

BUT I do want a season 2, just so we can see Martin entering Andres' life and a glimpse of Sergio + any scrap of an actual backstory for Andres. They already did the romcom route, so maybe they'll experiment with yet another genre in s2, who knows lol.

#anonymous #berlin 2023 #I'm sure I have more LOL but these are my main ones #headcanon that damian ran off to some remote island with the tequila lady #and roi was so jealous and annoyed by martin that he LEFT the moment andres introduced martin to everyone

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crystalninjaphoenix · 1 year

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To Be a Hero

A JSE Fanfic

SepticHeroes AU: Part 12

Big news in this part :D Also a lot of setup for future events. Also a lot of dialogue. I’m gonna keep this author’s note short and spoiler-free. Jackie has a talk with Leapfrog, who delivers said big news ;) Then later, he and Chase hang out with Schneep and have an interesting conversation. And while that’s happening, JJ gets a familiar visit at his shop. Happy reading!

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It was only a matter of time before the peace in the city was broken with another big crime. Jackie just considered himself lucky that it had been one he could take care of while his leg was still healing.

He’d woken up that morning ready to go to work, only to hear on the police radio that there was a bank robbery downtown with super activity. Once he’d heard that, he’d jumped right out the window without even bothering to shower or tell Chase he was leaving, only pausing in his flight to call his day job and tell them he was calling in sick. Once he’d done all that, it only took about thirty minutes to deal with everything.

Now he was standing outside the First Bank of Daindover, watching as the police were pushing the villain known as Titanium into a squad car. “Mark this day, Windstorm!” Titanium shouted. “You’ll rue it!”

“I’ll rue it like I rue’d all the other days you got arrested!” Jackie shouted back. “Maybe next time, you should try robbing somewhere more creative!” Seriously, this bank was robbed by super villains at least once a month. He couldn’t believe they hadn’t upgraded their security.

Titanium shouted some very generic villain insults at Jackie, which got cut off when the car door slammed shut with her inside. “Good work, kid,” a voice said.

Jackie turned around. “Hey, Ace. Thanks. She’s no problem, really. But this is the third time. How does she keep getting out?”

Ace shrugged. “Hard to keep someone who’s invulnerable inside a normal jail. First time she escaped she just ran right through the concrete wall. I hear they’re going to put her in Byrthon Vault for security. I don’t envy her.”

“Finally graduated to the big-boy prison,” Jackie muttered. He was trying to make a joke, but it just sounded grim when he said it out loud.

“Hey, how’re you doing on this case you’re working on?” Ace asked. “Were those files I lent you any help?”

“Some, yeah. Thanks. Oh! I ran into the villain behind all the string nonsense. The Puppeteer.”

Ace raised an eyebrow. “Fitting. Anything the department can use? Identifying traits, powers to look out for?”

“Nothing identifying, no.” Jackie shook his head. He recalled his and Spitfire’s run-in with the Puppeteer last week. That costume had covered everything, and the synthetic voice hadn’t been any help. “But, uh, weird thing. His powers aren’t actually mind control.” He paused for Ace’s reaction, but the detective just gestured for him to continue. “While I was there, he controlled a bunch of these crash test dummies to attack. It was crazy. There were so many of them.”

“Huh.” Ace thought about it. “So, the Puppeteer can control anything that’s human-shaped, then?”

“Yeah. Yeah!” Jackie nodded. “That’s exactly it! I hadn’t put it together. I guess I was too hung up on the type classification. Though... it really shouldn’t be possible for him to control both living and non-living things.”

“Look, kid. The Super Types are useful, but they’re used for people, and people can’t be sorted into boxes so easily. There’ll be exceptions and overlaps with any labels.”

“True,” said another voice. “But sometimes we need shortcuts.”

Jackie spun around in the other direction. “Leapfrog!” he gasped.

Leapfrog smiled at him. He hadn’t seen her in person since she first recruited him, but she looked exactly like he remembered. Same waist-length blond hair. Same yellow suit, green tie, and green mask. Same copper shield-shaped badge, this time pinned on her lapel instead of in her pocket. “Sorry for eavesdropping,” she said. “Couldn’t help it. How have you been, Windstorm?”

“I’ve been good.” His leg, while still slightly injured, had healed to the point where he could stand on it for long periods instead of hovering all the time. “Uh, nothing new since I talked to you on the phone last week.”

“I heard you filling this man in on those events.” Leapfrog nodded at Ace. “Hello. You’re part of the police’s villain division, I assume?”

Ace nodded, and held out his hand. “Detective Alan Ainsworth. Call me Ace, everyone does.”

“Jenna Croakes. Call me Leapfrog, it’s my secret identity.” Leapfrog shook Ace’s hand. “Do you mind if I talk to Windstorm for a bit?”

“Not at all. I need to wrap things up over here, anyway.” Ace jerked his head back towards the various police officers still milling around the bank. “Good luck, kid.” And he turned to go.

Jackie watched him for a moment, then looked at Leapfrog. “Alright, what, uh...what’s up?”

“Let’s talk somewhere a bit more private.” Leapfrog glanced around, then pointed up at a nearby three-story building. “Meet me on the roof.”

“Meet you—? Uh, okay.” Jackie nodded. He backed up a bit, gave a little jump, and flew upwards. The wind carried him over to the building, where he carefully landed. He turned around, looking for a roof entrance that Leapfrog could possibly use, only to see her landing right behind him, legs bending as if catching herself after a fall. “Whatdafuck?!”

“Not a flier, if you’re wondering.” Leapfrog adjusted her suit jacket. “I jumped.”

“Jumped?! Oh.” Jackie hit his forehead. “Leapfrog. Jump. Duh.”

“It’s not all that useful for fighting crime,” Leapfrog said. “Which is why I’m a recruitment liaison and not a Hero. Anyway. How is the search coming? I know you reported your Puppeteer encounter last week, anything new since then? With him or the Specter?”

Jackie shook his head. “Sorry. But I’m keeping an eye out for any potential targets for either of them.”

Leapfrog gestured off the roof towards the ground. “Was that villain down there involved?”

“Titanium? No. I checked her wrists for strings, nothing there. She just wanted to rob a bank, I guess.” Jackie paused. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be, these investigations take time,” Leapfrog reassured him. “I just wanted to check. Now, as to why I’m here. I was going to stop by your flat, but I heard the police call and figured you’d rush to the bank. I have an update for you.”

“Alright.” Jackie nodded. “Thanks for not going to the apartment, my roommate would have lots of questions. What’s, uh...what’s up?” Didn’t he just say that earlier? God, the nerves jumping around his stomach were messing with his words.

“It’s about the neutrinalin,” Leapfrog said.

Jackie’s attention sharpened even further. “Yeah?”

“It turns out, they refuse to give it to anyone who’s not an official Hero, or who doesn’t work in one of the super prisons,” Leapfrog said.

“Oh.” Jackie slumped.

“So, I have a question for you.” Leapfrog paused. “Do you have any plans on Halloween?”

“Huh? Uh, not as of right now.”

“Good. Because the League scheduled your official welcoming ceremony for that day, and it would be really hard to change that.”

“...wait.” Jackie blinked. The nerves in his stomach began leaping around in anticipation. “You mean...the ceremony that would make me...an official Hero?”

“Well, technically, the ceremony is just a formality. What really matters is this.” She reached into her pocket and took out a silver shield-shaped badge with a stylized LoH on it. And as she handed it out to him, she smiled. “Congratulations, Windstorm. You’ve passed the probation period.”

Jackie stared down at the badge in her hand. He could see the word ‘HERO’ on it, along with his super name, ‘Windstorm.’ Slowly, he took it, half-afraid the badge would break at any moment. He stared at it, running a finger along the engravings, then after what was probably too long a moment, he looked back up at Leapfrog. “You’re... serious?”

“Very serious,” Leapfrog confirmed, chuckling a little bit.

He looked back down at the badge. “ I-I’ve only been doing this for about three months.”

“And you’ve been exceptional.”

Jackie laughed. “I haven’t even done that much...”

“Well, you’ve done enough. Honestly, I’ve been recruiting Heroes for ten years now, and you’re among the brightest. You remind me of a Hero I recruited in my early days, name of Light Phoenix. Both so enthusiastic, so dedicated. Both making Hero status in record time.” Leapfrog grinned. “You deserve it, Jackie.”

He lifted his head. And in that moment, he realized that he’d been slowly lifting into the air, as Leapfrog was a lot shorter than she was a few seconds ago. He lowered himself back down. “I...” He started, then stopped, and shook his head with a smile on his face. “I don’t know what to say. This... this is my dream. I-I can’t believe it.”

“Believe it,” Leapfrog said. “The League doesn’t want the press to know about it until the 17th, but everything on our end has been completed.”

“Can I...can I wear the badge?” Jackie asked tentatively.

Leapfrog nodded. “Whenever you want. I do suggest wearing it out while patrolling and stopping crime. Preferably over your heart, either outside your suit or inside. The metal is a lot more bulletproof than the suit fabric, and we’ve had cases of badges saving Heroes’ lives. Oh, and you will have to wear it to League gatherings and stuff.”

“Right. I can...I can go to League gatherings now.” He was half tempted to slap himself, to see if he would wake up. This was so surreal, and yet it was real. The badge was in his hand. It was heavier than he expected, a solid weight in his hand.

He was surprised that becoming a Hero was so...easy. Not that fighting crime and saving people was easy. But the entire process, from him putting in his application to this moment right now, had taken a little less than four months. It was a little strange, but he wasn’t about to question it. After all, he had been doing hero work for two years now. The League probably just saw his track record and decided he had enough experience.

“There are some you’ll have to go to,” Leapfrog said. “Mostly boring things. Part of being a Hero involves communicating with government officials and police and stuff. A lot of meetings. Occasionally a fun ball or something. I’ve seen people get asked to do commercials for products, that sort of stuff is up to you.”

Jackie laughed. “I’ve always wondered how people got Heroes for stuff like that! Wow. Wow.” He turned the badge over, examining the pin. It was designed vaguely like a button’s, but a lot more solid and secure. It would probably puncture a noticeable hole in his super suit, regardless of how tough the material was supposed to be. He started to put it on, then thought better of it and slipped it into his pocket. “Thank you. Thank you so much, I...” He laughed breathlessly. “This is incredible.”

“Well, super Heroes do the incredible every day.” Leapfrog gave him a little salute. “Call me if you need anything. I’ll probably be calling and texting you a lot, since your Red Line now has permission to access more League databases and such. You need to install some things and do some training.”

“Got it.” Jackie nodded. “So, uh...” Another smile crept over his face, this one a bit more impish than the others. “Am I the best recruit you’ve ever recruited?”

Leapfrog blinked, then laughed. “You’re up there. Definitely the best in this city.”

“I’m the only Hero that’s ever been in this city.” Jackie paused. “Oh. Right. I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while. I noticed Timekeeper wasn’t in the League database of Heroes. Did you guys never recruit him?”

Leapfrog shook her head. “No. Once the higher-ups heard about him, they certainly wanted him to join. But he never applied. We were discussing me going over to ask him to join in person, but he disappeared after that battle with Earth Shaker two and a half years ago.” She sighed. “Always wonder what happened to him. If he’s still out there somewhere.”

“Yeah.” Jackie stood there for a moment, wondering the same thing. Then he raised into a hover. “Well. I’ll see you, then.”

“See you, Windstorm. Good luck.”

He smiled, and flew off, heading no direction in particular.

A Hero.

An official Hero.

Today was the best fucking day of his life.

===============

There was a knock on his bedroom door. Jackie, slouching in his desk chair, quickly sat up straight and closed the notebook he was looking at: the one with all the information about the Specter and the Puppeteer. His eyes darted around the room, making sure nothing super was out in plain view. Suit was in the wardrobe and badge was in the desk drawer... and there was nothing else. Good. “Yeah, come in,” he called.

Chase pulled open the door, glancing around. Frosty stuck his head into the new gap, also looking around. “How do you keep this place so clean?” he muttered.

“Clean? I’m clean? Please tell my mom that, she’s complained about my messiness since I was old enough to do chores.”

Chase laughed. “I’m just saying. At least you have your dirty clothes in a basket. Anyway. Uhhh...” He paused, momentarily forgetting what he was going to say. Quickly, he checked his phone. “Oh yeah! Have you been to Schneep’s place yet?”

Jackie blinked. “No. Why?”

“Well I was thinking about going over and hanging out. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him. Do you want to come?”

“Now?”

“Well, whenever you want.”

“Umm... sure.” Jackie spun his chair around to fully face Chase. “We could go over for dinner or something. It would prevent us from ordering pizza again.”

“I swear, we don’t do that as often as you think we do,” Chase insisted.

“Heh.” Jackie grinned. “What’s Schneep’s place like?”

“Nicer than this,” Chase says. “But not, like, for rich people. Just above average. You’ll see. Oh! Wait, yeah, I should tell you. His apartment building isn’t near a train station. Are you gonna be okay with walking, or should we get a cab or Uber or something?”

“I’ll be fine, thanks. You?”

“Yeah, I know I’m fine. Walked there a lot.” Chase glanced down back at his phone, switching from the notes to the messages. “I’ll tell him we’re coming over around...six? Is that good?”

“Maybe six-thirty,” Jackie suggested.

“Good idea. We’ll need more time for the walk.” Chase typed something out, sending a text. About thirty seconds later, he got a reply. “Great. He says he’ll make food.”

“Great.” Jackie gave a thumbs-up. “I’ll remember. Anything else you need?”

“Thanks for editing my video again,” Chase said. He gave a little laugh. “I don’t know how you had time to do that, since you seem to be working or at the gym all the time.”

“I’m good at multitasking,” Jackie said. “Also, it’s no problem. It’s fun.” He liked seeing Chase’s process for video-making. It was like they were hanging out together, filming something.

Chase raised an eyebrow. “You and I have very different definitions of fun. But alright. We’ll have to catch the green train at around 5:45 to get to Schneep’s place.” He chuckled when he saw Jackie’s surprise. “Yeah, it’s pretty far out on the edge of town. Gotta be an inconvenient commute to the hospital.”

“Got it.” Jackie nodded. “I’ll set an alarm.”

“I will too.” And with that, Chase closed the bedroom door—slowly, so Frosty had time to get his face out of the way.

Jackie picked up his phone and started setting the alarm as promised. He was planning on more patrolling tonight, but it had been slow for crime. Nothing the police couldn’t handle. And Spitfire Cat didn’t have any new leads to follow up on. So time for a free night.

===============

Chase wasn’t kidding when he said Schneep lived on the edge of town. They caught the train at 5:45 like planned, and still barely reached the building by the time 6:30 rolled around. This area was practically a different city. Or, it would be, if Daindover wasn’t a massive urban and suburban area.

These apartment buildings were new. They’d only been built about three or four years ago, which was a hell of a lot newer than the rest of the city. Each building was only three floors high, their outsides painted vivid colors: red, yellow, green, blue. Jackie wondered if it was weird to be surprised that Schneep lived in a place like this. But he did live there. In Building A, Flat 2D, to be specific. Chase and Jackie took the elevator up to the second floor, where Chase knocked on the appropriate door.

“Just one moment!” Schneep’s voice called from inside. Some dishes clinked, and then the door opened, revealing Schneep in a dark blue sweater. “Ah, you two are on time,” he said. “Thank you for not inviting yourselves to dinner and then being late. To the dinner you invited yourselves to.”

“You didn’t have to let us come by, bro,” Chase said. “Don’t be salty.”

“I am not salty, I am the sweetest person I know,” Schneep said, face deadpan.

Jackie couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“Well, come in.” Schneep stood to the side. “Ah, Chase, I actually bought a bed for Frosty, since you kept coming over.”

“Aw, really? That is sweet. I’m touched.” Chase put his hand over his heart. “But, well, Frosty’s working right now.”

“I know, I thought just in case.”

The two of them walked into the apartment, and Jackie looked around. Chase wasn’t kidding. It was nicer than their place. The front door opened into a combination living room and dining room, with an archway on the left leading to a full kitchen that smelled of something cooking. To the right were two doors, one of which was ajar to show a bedroom. Right by the front door, to the left, was another closed door. A curtained window overlooked the street below. The whole thing was probably as big as Jackie and Chase’s apartment, but with one less bedroom, resulting in a lot more space. “You have a lovely place,” Jackie said.

Chase laughed. “Wow, so formal all of a sudden.”

“Well it is!” Jackie said defensively.

Schneep smiled. “Thank you.”

Jackie glanced around. “Um, sorry to ask this, but...I need to use your bathroom.” He reached for the door to the left.

“Do not go there, then!” Schneep braced his arm over the doorway just as Jackie grabbed the doorknob.

“Whoa, okay, sorry!” Jackie backed up. “Why? What’s in there?”

“My closet,” Schneep said. “And nothing. Sorry for being loud.”

Chase chuckled. “The doc is hiding his secret identity from us. He’s been Windstorm this whole time!”

Schneep rolled his eyes. “I am not.”

“Well has anyone ever seen you and him in the same place?” Jackie asked, a smile twitching at his mouth.

“Yeah, you seem to be the right height and build, too.” Chase squinted his eyes, stroking his beard. “Hmmm...”

Schneep reached over and gently shoved him.

“Whoa, be careful!” Chase laughed. “Alright, bit over.”

“Let’s just go in and eat dinner,” Schneep said. “I went to the trouble of making it when you two invited yourselves over. We should not let it go to waste.”

A couple minutes later, the three of them were sitting at the dinner table with plates of food. “You didn’t have to make something so fancy,” Jackie said.

“I worry about your diet if chicken and mashed potatoes are fancy to you,” Schneep said.

“Well you have like...broccoli and shit, too. Green stuff.” Jackie glanced at Chase. “The only time we eat anything green is when Chase asks for pepper on the pizza.”

“That’s twice you’ve mentioned pizza today, I think you have the problem, not me.” Chase cut off a piece of the chicken and held it out to Frosty, sitting on the floor beside him. Frosty sniffed it, seemed to hesitate, then licked it up. “Attaboy.” Chase smiled. “I know I’m not supposed to do that, but you deserve a treat sometimes.” He returned his attention to the others. “Okay, but seriously. You ever notice how all of us kinda have the same look as Windstorm?”

“Uhhh no,” Jackie said carefully. “Why? Do you have something to tell us, Chase?”

Chase laughed. “Bro, I couldn’t be a superhero. Especially him. Have you seen the acrobatics he pulls off in the air? I can’t even stand up. Nah, if he would be any of us, I bet it would be Schneep.”

“Ah, you choose the better of two options, I see,” Schneep said.

“Wha—” Jackie couldn’t help but be a little offended. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, I am sure Windstorm would not make the mistake of wearing a binder during heavy exercise like he does.” Schneep’s bright blue eyes seemed to bore into Jackie.

“I stopped doing that,” Jackie muttered, shoving a spoon of potatoes in his mouth to avoid continuing this conversation.

“In any case, I am no hero,” Schneep said. “So it is both bad options.”

“Of course you’re a hero, doc,” Chase said sincerely. “You save people, and that’s all a hero does, right? You know, the other day, someone at work thought I was you. She realized I wasn’t the moment I said anything, of course, but I told her I knew you. Her name was, uhh...” He checked the notes on his phone. “Kira Heath. She said you helped cover the fees for her and her kid.”

“Heath? Yes, I remember.” Schneep nodded gravely, and looked down towards the table. “They were both too close to that fight between Windstorm and Hyper Charge in December last year.”

“But they’re okay now, right?!” Jackie blurted out.

Schneep looked up at him. “Yes, they are fine. I made sure. The child, Ben, he almost lost an eye from one of Hyper Charge’s blasts. But he did not.”

Jackie slumped. He remembered that. Hyper Charge was one crazy villain, never caring about how many people were around, only how impressive the explosions looked when he blew things up. There were so many people around that day. Jackie hadn’t been able to check on them all. He let the sense of relief fade away. What was left was a strange, niggling feeling about something Chase said. “What do you mean, ‘cover the fees’?”

“You know,” Chase said. “The fees.”

“No, I don’t.” Jackie slowly shook his head.

Schneep’s grip on his fork tightened. “Every hospital is required, by the Super Laws, to have a SDER Department, to respond to super-related emergencies, and treat power-created injuries. You would think that would mean going there is covered by the government, as healthcare is supposed to be in this country. And, on paper, yes. However, in reality, that is not the case.” He sat up straight. “You see, the League supplies hospitals with the special medicine and equipment sometimes needed to treat super injuries. But not for free. The hospital must pay for it. Even for use of the database. They must pay the League for it all. The government does not give hospitals the money for this, so many of them have fees. When you go in for a super-related injury, you will get a high bill.” Schneep looked at Jackie. “I did not charge you for that time you got hit by Spitfire Cat’s beam. But only because you did not make it an official appointment. If you had, I would be required to do so. Though I would not, anyway.”

“...oh.” Jackie had no idea what to say for this. “I...didn’t know there was special medicine and equipment for super stuff.”

“Oh, very much so.” Schneep nodded. “Super powers are so diverse, sometimes they require specialized solutions. These are created by the League. I am not sure how, but they are. So they can only be...acquired from the League.”

“Well... I guess that makes sense,” Jackie said. “It probably costs a lot to make stuff like that, so the League has to sell it for a lot.” He looked at Chase. “Wait, did you have to pay fees after your whole thing?”

“Uhhh...I don’t remember,” Chase said.

“You did,” Schneep confirmed.

“But he had amnesia!” Jackie protested.

“He still had his ID. And because of that, they were able to link him to an identity, and a bank account.” Schneep reached over and patted Chase’s hand. “Don’t worry, my friend. I helped cover it.”

“Oh. Thanks.” Chase looked baffled, but grateful anyway. He then shook his head. “Well, this has all been very serious. I just wanted to know if you were Windstorm, Schneep.”

Schneep laughed. “No, no. I could never handle being at the center of action. I never could. Not even when I was a child. Could you be a superhero, Chase? If you had the powers?”

Chase shrugged. “I dunno. I’ve never really thought about it. Jackie?”

“Uh...” Jackie cleared his throat. “I think it’d be cool. I’d like to help people.”

“I see,” Schneep said, eyes locked on Jackie’s face.

Again, Jackie had that suspicion. But Schneep couldn’t possibly know. How would he have figured it out? But he couldn’t shake the feeling that Schneep suspected something. Whether or not that something was right, he had no idea.

Eventually, slowly, the previous conversation was forgotten and they moved on to different topics, as people did when they talked. Stuff like work, and books, and video games. After dinner was finished, Jackie took his plate, cup, and utensils back into the kitchen.

“You don’t need to do that, Jackie,” Schneep called after him.

“No, it’s fine,” Jackie called back. “Is just by the sink fine?”

“Alright. While you’re in there, you can help yourself to anything in the fridge, if you are still full.”

Jackie wasn’t, but he checked the fridge anyway. Nothing seemed appealing, but something did catch his eye. He went back to the living room/dining room with it in his hands. “Hey, nice bottle,” he said, holding it up. “Planning for after-dinner drinks? I thought you said this wasn’t fancy.”

“That was a gift,” Schneep said. He was standing now, piling his own utensils onto his plate.

“Whoa, hey.” Chase grinned. “I wouldn’t mind—”

“Stop.” Schneep pointed at him, almost poking him in the chest. “Do not.”

“I wasn’t—”

“You know the problem. Do not.”

“Uh, I don’t know the problem,” Jackie said.

Chase sighed. “It’s nothing, Schneep is just a—”

“Chase cannot have alcohol,” Schneep interrupted, causing Chase to shoot him a dirty look.

“Oh shit, really?” Jackie asked, concerned. “Why? Is it a medical thing?”

“It’s because of my balance problems,” Chase said reluctantly. “You know how they call being buzzed ‘tipsy’? Well, Schneep is concerned that if I get tipsy, I’ll tip over.”

“Chase, as your doctor, I know you will.” Schneep folded his arms.

“Ah.” Jackie slowly backed into the kitchen, putting the wine bottle onto the counter before walking back out. “Soo...if I was to tell you that he’s bought whiskey before—”

“You fucking snitch!” Chase hissed.

“Chase!” Schneep gasped. “You dumb motherfucker!”

Chase put his head on the dining room table. “This is your fault, Jackie,” he said, voice muffled.

“No, it is your fault! It is entirely your fault! I know we are friends, but I started as your doctor! Friendship now gives no excuse to ignore medical orders in the past!” Schneep scolded.

“I don’t even drink that much of it,” Chase protested weakly. “Like...once a month. And not even that much in that one time. Like, one shot glass. I’m not getting drunk. There’s just... something about the taste that’s familiar.”

“That is no excuse!” Schneep leaned over Chase. “You should at the very least be telling me!”

Jackie went and sat down on the sofa. “I can’t believe these are the people I look like,” he muttered.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Chase asked, turning his head to look at Jackie.

“Nothing, nothing.”

“Oh!” Schneep snapped his fingers. “Jackie. That reminds me. Do you know anyone else who looks like you? Besides us two and Jameson, I mean.”

“Uh...no.” Actually, the answer was ‘yes,’ but Jackie knew that if he said that, the other two would ask follow-up questions. And he wasn’t about to tell them that he immediately thought of Spitfire Cat.

“Ah,” Schneep said. “Strange. I think Jamie and I found our fifth clone last week, then.”

“Really?” Chase asked, interested.

“Yes, he came into Jameson’s shop,” Schneep explained. “Said he was lost, despite living in the city for a long time. I thought he was Jackie, at first. But he was not. I don’t remember his name, it started with...an N, I think.”

“...huh.” Jackie wondered what that was all about. It could be just another strange man who shared a resemblance with the others of the group. Or maybe... “What was he wearing?”

Schneep shrugged. “A jacket. Jeans. Sort of dark colors. I remember he had on gloves, even though it was fairly warm that day.”

“Huh,” Jackie repeated. “Weird.”

Gloves...

Spitfire had good reason to wear gloves even as his secret identity...

No, it couldn’t be. Could it?

===============

JJ usually liked to do repairs during business hours. It gave him something to do during the long stretches of time where nothing was happening in the shop. Which there were a lot of. Business was steady, but it was always slow. Right now, the only customer was a neighbor, an older woman named Madeline. She came in every Friday to look at things, and occasionally buy them.

So JJ had enough time to sew up some broken seams in some cloth dolls and fix the joints on some wooden marionettes. Then, since it still wasn’t busy, he went upstairs to take care of some business, and then came back down. He assumed that nothing would change. And nothing much did. Except that now Madeline was talking with a familiar-looking man. He kept glancing towards the shop’s front door, like he wanted to leave this conversation and was regretting coming inside at all.

Well, the two of them were right by the display where he had to put the repaired dolls, anyway. He picked them up and headed on over, listening in on what Madeline was saying. “—the city had Moonstone as its hero at the time, before she joined the League and got promoted to National Threat Team. But she couldn’t be in multiple places at once! And that night, the police were just swamped. I called as soon as I heard the scream, and it still took them ten minutes to get over there! I timed it! Well, not literally, but you get the point.”

Ah. JJ knew what she was talking about. He stopped walking when he was right next to the pair and coughed.

Madeline and the man turned to look at him. “Oh speak of the devil!” Madeline said cheerfully. The man’s expression was a mix of alarm and embarrassment. “How have you been, Jameson?”

His hands were full, so he couldn’t reply, but he smiled and nodded. Then started putting the cloth dolls on the nearest shelf.

“It’s lovely to see you, as always,” Madeline said. “Well, I’d better get going. I’ll see you next week.”

JJ nodded at her again, and she waved as she turned around to leave, causing the bell by the door to chime. The man looked over at him, frozen into inaction. Most likely by the potential awkwardness of the situation. Jameson gave him a small smile, then said, That was Madeline. She owns the cafe next door. Sorry if she was bothering you.

“You’re sorry? It’s not on you,” the man said, confused.

What was she talking about? Jameson asked, despite knowing full well what the answer would be.

“Um...I think she was talking about your tragic backstory.” The man’s eyes unconsciously flicked downwards to JJ’s neck, then immediately flicked up again, not wanting to stare.

She must have thought you were a relative or something, JJ said. Anyway, I don’t mind people knowing. I just would’ve preferred to be the one to explain it. He tilted his head. You were in here last week. What was your name again? Did it start with S?

“An S? No, uh, not at all.” The man gave a little laugh. “Um, call me Ned.”

Right, that was it. Sorry, I must have been thinking of someone else. Jameson paused for a moment to unload the last of the cloth dolls, leaving him with a pair of marionettes. You don’t look like a Ned.

“Yeah.” The man nodded. “I’ve been told that. I don’t know what a Ned is supposed to look like. But it doesn’t matter. That’s just...what I’m called.”

I’m Jameson. Friends call me JJ. Nice to meet you.

“Yeah, I remember your name. Nice to meet you, too.” The man glanced around. “So...this is your store.”

If you see anything you like, and want to see more, I can give you the name of the artist who made it, JJ said Though, some of the older pieces were made by my family members. The clocks, mostly. And I make some things. Like these. He held up the marionettes, which he’d been holding in the crook of his arm while he signed.

The man took a step back. “O-oh. Uh...they’re nice.”

Jameson laughed silently. He walked over to a spot on the wall with some hooks, hanging the marionettes on them by the handles so they dangled from the strings. Not a fan of dolls?

“Most dolls are fine, it’s just, uh...” The man gestured at the marionettes. “Puppets. It’s kind of a new thing for me. These really are nice, just...”

Don’t worry, I understand. They’re not for everyone. JJ made sure that the strings were all free and untangled. Can I help you with anything?

“Oh, uh, no. I just remembered this place and thought I’d check it out.” Again, the man glanced around the shop. “Maybe meet the other people I saw here who sort of looked like me. Guess I’ve done that. Nice Timekeeper poster.”

Jameson glanced back at it, hanging behind the counter. He felt a lump in his chest. Thank you, he signed simply.

“Are all those other pictures your family?”

JJ nodded. My parents, and such. They’re not around anymore.

The man looked at him. “I’m sorry,” he said gently.

Thank you, Jameson signed again, softer this time. He took a deep breath, and then a step back. Wel, if you need anything, let me know. I’d be happy to help.

“Right. No problem.” The man nodded. “I’ll be honest, I’m not going to buy anything. I don’t carry any cash or cards when I’m not intending to shop, and I don’t have any of those money apps or anything.”

Oh, we don’t take any apps, just cash and card, JJ said. So no worries there. And no worries about not buying anything. Sometimes you just need to look around. You can come back any time.

The man stared at him, then nodded. “Yeah. I’ll probably do that.”

The shop was quiet for the next while, as the man browsed and JJ sat at the counter and read a book. Eventually, though, the bell at the door rang again, and the familiar man was gone.

But Jameson knew he would be back again.

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