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i am VIBRATING in my seat about dracula daily this year. i own the book. i only signed up for the email so i know what days to listen to the re:dracula adaptation. i've got a 200 page empty notebook just for notes. i'm so jazzed. i'm so pumped. i'm stoked. if you will pardon the pun.
#stoked as in bram stoker#:3c#txt#i'm going to explode actually. i'm excited to actually be ready to be part of the tumblr dracula daily community this year#re:dracula has jonathan sims in it so of COURSE i have to listen to it#i'll recognize him immediately. god i love being alive
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When I watched the new What If episode with Peggy & Nat I immediately thought of you, your art, and what your reaction would be. Especially since it was kind of a retelling of Captain America & The Winter Soldier.
What are your thoughts on the episode?
Seeing as you asked, I WILL TELL YOU MY MANY THOUGHTS. WITH PICTURES.
under the cut for length lol
First of all, as usual the animation, particularly the lighting, was incredible. Also the effects! The explosions, smoke, everything. Always blows me away how much effort and love these animators put in to What If.
I love that it's Winter Soldier based because by god do I love that movie - but I also love that it's so very different to my AU cos that means I can keep going with it lol.
Okay here we go with the highlights - Blatant flirting and showing off:
This???:
Just how in sync they were with every fight scene - even in the Battle of New York when they had only known each other for a few hours.
HEY LOVELY. LOVELY:
Angst. And how soft Nat is here:
"Hey, Peg. I got you."
Natasha's inability to sit in a chair properly:
Peggy making a star wars reference and Nat calling her out on it like .. Nat you RECOGNIZED the reference you're a nerd too
"You know I always wondered how you got all those GI Boys to follow a woman into war: question answered." ie. "I'm so into you right now":
This Natasha stabbed Dreykov to death with a corkscrew and I love her for it.
Natasha instinctively putting herself in between Peggy and Steve even though they're both twice her size
I've already mentioned but, the choice to focus on Natasha's face in this scene:
Nat's face here:
Natasha only getting taken down by the robots because her gay-Peggy-focused-ass gets distracted when Peggy runs off to protect Steve: (I'll come back to this point later as a negative)
MELINA.
Was anyone else looking to see if Yelena was there
"Let's unpack that later, shall we?"
"I don't know whether to kiss you, kill you, or dissect you."
"Let me guess, all three?"
I bet the Captain Carter film was baby Nat's gay awakening lol:
Melina's glorious slo-mo "grandma, it's me, anastasia" coat drop:
Peggy running to save Nat T_T
These shots:
Nat wearing the same outfit from Winter Soldier:
Natasha "too-loyal-and-infatuated-for-her-own-good" Romanoff going along with Peggy again to look for Steve without even being asked. (in stark contrast to the end of Winter Soldier when Natasha did not go with Steve to look for Bucky, I might add)
New reaction image:
Peggy and Nat calling and reaching out to each other when the portal opens and ALMOST making it - then Natasha punching the ground in desperation T_T
These two look SO COOL and I can't wait for the 1602 episode.
Negative points:
Rehashing Ste/ggy all over again - we already HAD that and it was endgame, why do it again?
As much as I adore Natasha's intense loyalty, it's very one sided in this episode and I'm wondering if that's intentional. Peggy is hyperfocused on Steve and leaves Nat behind to run after him multiple times, even though he is in an entire suit of armor and is FINE and Natasha is the one actually getting injured. Then she's leaving at the end without saying goodbye to go find Steve again (despite there being no reason to think he's alive? he EXPLODED??) even though Natasha just went through a trauma too and shouldn't be abandoned.
Kinda feels like Peggy is taking Natasha's always being there for granted and I really hope it's addressed in following episodes (though I doubt it will be - it'll just be Steve focused again -_- )
Okay I think I'm done. This was a LOT I'm not sorry I've been waiting for more content for SO LONG I can't wait for the rest of the episodes to rip my heart out and stomp on it :3
#Disclaimer because this is tumblr: I'm under no illusion that Peggynat will actually happen#but all their interactions FEED ME#peggynat#reply#critter rambles#long post#VERY long post I'm not sorry#what if...?#what if...? spoilers#what if#what if spoilers
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How did mother spore meet her lovely hubby?
@whatmoredoyouwangfromme
again, my eng aint that great so if there's any confusion, ask me and i'll clear it up as best as i can ^^;
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so doc's a creeper and goat hybrid that is being kept alive by machinery. (why? idk yet lol. maybe bc he fought god or he exploded before idk)
He left his hometown in search of some place else to live in (why? again, the author is just incompetent at making up stories ><)
He set sail in a boat and ended up crashing into mother spore's island. Mother immediately sensed him and thought it was a HEP agent. He went to check out what happened only to find doc lamenting about his ruined ship. And mother is immediately intrigued.
he's never seen someone like doc before. A creeper and goat hybrid? the very idea is laughable to mother. But here doc stands, trying to salvage what was left of his ship.
Mother is even more intrigued of doc when it seems that her mycelium and fungus doesn't affect doc at all.
like i said, doc's half cyborg, so whatever machinery that's keeping him alive also disintegrates any bacteria- or in this case, mycelium spores from entering his system. Making him fully immune to mother spore's influence.
So, mother spore decided to play around with doc to test his abilities. She would make the mushrooms on her island shift and move around, confusing doc about his whereabouts (and also making sure doc doesn't get close to the mansion).
Then, she would send out her sporelings to play tricks with doc by placing traps. (the sporelings and mother would remain unseen by doc throughout all this)
but doc's a smart guy. Doc would stop trusting his surroundings and instead count his steps to determine where he is and make sure he doesnt get lost. He's also getting better at recognizing if there's a trap laid out for him and disarming them.
Mother would then get more and more frustrated by doc outsmarting him but at the same time very impressed by doc actually surviving and adapting on his island.
the sporelings would then get careless with making sure doc doesn't see them and one day, doc caught ren.
Doc saw ren wagging his tail while laying down traps and he picked ren up like a kitten, surprising both ren and mother. Mother was about to charge in and kill doc but stop bc doc just placed ren back down, letting him run away.
now, mother spore is even more curious about doc.
slowly, doc uncovered all the sporelings one by one.
and with every sporeling he caught, the closer to the mansion mother would allow him to get.
then one day, doc got to the mansion and mother spore is in front of it, waiting to give doc a final test.
Mother spore invites doc into the mansion for tea but doc politely declines, knowing the moment he set foot into the mansion, he would instantly become a dead man.
And mother spore was like "smart and polite. I like you." and let him leave the island scot-free.
But doc doesn't leave. Well, he would occasionally, to get supplies but he would always return to the island.
The sporelings would then get comfortable around doc and started to actually really like him and accept him as a part of their mushroom family.
mother and doc would also bond with each other and get really close. But each time mother invites him in for tea, doc would still decline.
until one day, when mother invites doc in for tea again, doc actually accepted.
Doc can't get infected by the mycelium, but mother made sure the food and drinks he gave doc that day weren't laced with mycelium anyways.
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Oh my God I have this idea–
So what if Kind!Muzan has rarely to never show what his Blood Demon Art is, and he also never show a majority of his demons (including his Kizuki's) his fighting skills. He is also always patient and never raises a hand nor voice at his demons. He was always so gentle and soft-spoken. You immediately feel safe when he is around.
So most of his demons thinks of him as weak and needs protection, and little believes otherwise. Not that they minded. They are all willing to lay their lives to protect their Master and father figure– the man who gave them a 2nd chance in life.
The demons goals here are to live a normal life (as normal as it could get, anyways), and try to blend in with humans for those who can, and live amongst them. Maybe one day demons will be accepted by humanity.
With that in mind, what if, during the Entertainment District Arc, Muzan went to visit Daki again but sees the town/city in complete ruins.
He panicked, worrying for Daki and Gyuutarou. He tried to see if they were alive (they are, according to his telepathic abilities. He can still feel their presence).
And when Daki and Gyuutarou were about to be decapitated, Muzan felt rage like he never had. His aura was so intense that it made everyone freeze out of fear. Whoever was about to decapitate his Upper 6 lost focus and got thrown across the field harshly.
Now Muzan's goal here isn't to kill, but to bring his Upper 6 to safety. Tanjirou and his comrades were considered lucky when Muzan decided to teleport away (thanks to Nakime).
With Muzan's intense anger and horrifying aura– something they've never experienced before– how would they react, especially when Muzan went on a rampage layer on to annihilate the Demon Slayer Corps.
They were a danger to his demons. They needed to be extinct.
How would the demons handle a feral Muzan, who now couldn't recognize them (think like when Nezuko first turned into demon and couldn't recognize Tanjrou). He even attacked them, seeing them as a threat. He was scared(?). But jeez, he was so terrifying with a temper.
Maybe one of them remembered what Muzan liked or a lullaby his mother used to sing to him when he was little (which Muzan went on to sing to the Kizuki's (especially the young ones) and other young demons. Wow, he had such a beautiful voice, too).
Maybe that's when Muzan came to his senses, and tears started forming. He just looked down, his hair covered his face as he cried silently.
He was so stressed. He lost so many people in a course of a thousand year, he didn't want to loose anymore people. Anyone that raised him or befriended him either abandoned him or died, and he never had a proper childhood. He forced himself to grow up because of his position as a demon king.
The (barely surviving) Slayers were confused seeing how loving and gentle the demons were towards Muzan. They comforted him, despite being confused because they had never seen their Master like this. He was usually the strong one.
Nakime, with her Blood Art, quickly warped them home and they took care of Muzan, who doesn't seem to remember who they were and was in a child-like state (like Nezuko, and he was so quiet and refused to speak. He was similar to Kanao– unable to make decisions unless told to).
They don't know how to get Muzan back to normal, but it didn't matter. They'll protect their father just like how he had done so for them. This information was told to the other demons, who got determined to be stronger and prevent slayers from getting to Muzan.
Thank you so much in advance! I apologise of it is too long and too much too read! Feel free to change stuff of you'd like! Or ignore this if you don't feel up to it!
A/N: This idea was such a pleasure to read, so I'll be focusing on continuing this narrative a bit instead of changing what you've already written. My writing style has changed a lot, I hope you still enjoy it! Sorry this is a bit short, my post will be getting longer soon!
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Truth be told, the uppermoons didn't know nearly as much about their master as he knew about them. When something happened to one of them he knew, and he knew how to help them or fix the situation.
So this.. problem..
It left them stumped.
Ever since the incident, Muzan had barely spoken to anyone, not to mention that it seemed his only pass time was research. Although, not even that got him out of his room in the castle, nothing and no one could do that.
And so, his dear demons tried to come up with a solution, or at least a plan of action
"Nakime-chan, couldn't you-" Douma started, but he was cut of by her "Most certainly not. Teleporting Master out of his room wouldn't achieve much." Resting back against the wall, the ice demon sighed, trying to think of a better solution- though coping with emotions wasn't his field of expertise.
"I must agree with that.. We must find.. some way to get him to come out of the room himself.." The voice of the demon who took over the duty of leading the demons echoed through the room, seemingly lost in thought too.
Daki and Gyutaro were silent, and it was silently understood by most that they truly felt guilty- however, despite their silence, they too had a plan of their own. After all, they somehow felt that more responsibility falls on them, despite all the other demons reassuring then that this couldn't be further from the truth.
They were advised by Kokushibou to not act on their own, especially as the siblings tended to be quite.. Impulsive when it came to deal with emotions. That was also the reason they hadn't listened to the advice they were given- looking back on it, they aren't too proud of it either, but hey, at least it all worked out!
Daki visited him regularly. Talking to him for hours, telling him about how reasonable Kokushibou is, how Douma and Akaza fight less nowadays, how Hantengu leaned to control his emotions better, how she was so happy seeing all the pretty projects Gyokko was making! As much as it saddened her that this seemingly didn't have much effect, it didn't stop her. And Kokushibou was no fool either, he was more than aware of her antics.. but something within him didn't allow him to stop her.
And progress did come, with patience and time, but it did. It was slow, and it showed itself as Muzan finally stepped out of his room. He didn't speak, but he did nod his head as a greeting to everyone he passed before continuing with his walk. Kokushibou could've sworn he saw the faintest smile on the Masters face, too..
..Could it be possible that things were slowly starting to heal?
#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#kny#kokushibo#demon slayer kokushibo#demon slayer douma#douma#daki#gyutaro#gyutaro and daki#muzan#muzan kibutsuji#kny muzan#muzan kny#nakime#kokushibou#kny au#demon slayer au
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The Summoning
Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: Eddie hears a beautiful voice singing what sounds like his kind of music so he follows it and he is shocked to who he finds who the voice belongs too.
Warnings: (18+) Steamy! Reader is more metal than rock! It's a little short!
Note: this is inspired by the song The Summoning by Sleep Token! This is also my first post as my own writing on here so reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! Written on my phone not edited I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE, REPOST AS YOUR OWN ON HERE OR ANY OTHER SITE!
It was a normal day for Eddie, he went to school did his normal thing with the gang, he was in the middle of arguing with Dustin about dnd and about how Eddie almost kill off his character when he barley heard it over the hum of the cafeteria "Raise me up again,Take me past the edge,I want to see the other side,See the other side" angelic screaming a beautiful tune he knew but wondered where it came from. He had paused his sentence and will asked him " you ok Ed's?" Eddie looked at the younger boy " do you hear that?" Both boys shook their heads and shrugged, Eddie stood up "I'll be back gotta go look for someone" he told the boys. The boys just shrugged and went back to the conversation they were having before.
With it being lunch the Halls were empty so Eddie snuck out and he swear he heard a voice singing he really hoped he wasnt hearing things. As he wondered the halls he could begin to recognize the song, he started to walk faster when he finally got to the door that held the beautiful voice behind it he gasped as he saw you, you were one of the girls in his history class very quiet and shy but always had your headphones in so who knew what kind of music you were into he assumed some girly music but NO you were screaming metal "Won't you show me what it's like?,Won't you show me what it's like?" His ears melted he's never seen anything more attractive in his life he started humming to the song and his favorite part was coming up he had managed to slip in without you seeing.
You were singing your soul out " Oh, and my love,Did I mistake you for a sign from God?Or are you really here to cut me off? Or maybe just to turn me on" you were feeling the song with your whole body you were rubbing your hands over your neck and arms if you had know who was behind you you'd immediately freak out you've had a crush on the school freak since freshman year but you being too shy to talk to him you never got the chance to tell him you didn't even think he knew who you were, that's when you heard male vocals join in and you immediately turned around shocked and looked at Eddie like he hung the stars and like you wanted to eat him alive.
"Cause these days, I would be lying if I told you that I didn't wish that I could be your man Or maybe make a good girl bad" Eddie winked making eye contact with you and he could see the lust and want and a little bit of shyness in your bright green gorgeous eyes he walks up to you and cups your face gently and he feels how hot your face is and you shivered at his cold rings enjoying the feeling, you join back in singing with him while you both just feel each other and feel your souls connect and join into one
"I've got a river running right into you,I've got a blood trail, red in the blue,Something you say or something you do,The taste of the divine" just captivated in each other leaning in closer to each other feeling the tension pulling like a string ready to break.
You both sing in harmony the last few lines "You've got my body, flesh and bone The sky above, the Earth below, Nothing to say and nowhere to go, A taste of the divine" You throw your head back feeling so good just in the moment not just the song but Eddie's hands roaming your waist as he gently kisses your neck. "Hey beautiful" Eddie whispers in your ear and your legs practically give out from under you your lucky he's holding you or you would have melted on the floor.
You're the first one to look at his lips now having the confidence to kiss him you kiss him with fever he kisses you back with the same amount of lust and want it makes you whimper and he swears to the devil that that's the prettiest sound he's ever heard he pulls away before he loses his self control more than he already has and he fucks you in this empty classroom " not here I'll give you my address and number meet me at my place after school" Eddie writes down his info and hands it to you before he leans in and kisses you one last time and whispers in your ear " I can't wait to actually make you scream" he winks and walks out just as the bell rang to signal lunch was over and that you had to sit in your next 3 classes dripping and waiting. You touch you lips where he had kissed you God you couldn't wait.
Ok maybe i got carried away!🤭😘 pt 2 anyone?
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CALL MY NAME
Danny Rand x Y/N x Dick Grayson
Part 4
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"Thank God you're alive."
Dick Grayson felt like his world collapsed when he was told that (Y/N) was shot. Not the arm, or leg, but center chest during a mission that he left because he thought she could handle it.
Especially with her old team.
"I'm fine. It didn't even leave a mark," She lifted up her shirt to show that there was no scar, not even a scratch, where the bullet entered.
"Still, I thought. . .I thought the worst, baby," Dick whimpered, his entire demeanor almost crumbling at the thought of the woman he's loved more than anything else just dying.
And he blamed himself.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let my guard down."
"No, no, this is not your fault. You saved ninety kids from absolute hell on earth, (Y/N)."
"No, I didn't," You dismissed, walking around him and towards the kitchen.
"The team did. Nova extracted the kids while Luke kept watch, and White Tiger and Spiderman apprehended the traffickers who weren't murdered. I just laid there, and Danny had to fucking carry me back like a baby," You groaned, remembering how useless you felt on your own mission.
"You called him Danny."
You looked up at him, and without the domino mask and in the comfort of your own home, you could tell now more than ever that Dick Grayson was frustrated yet nervous.
"Yeah. . .? So?"
His brows furrowed, "He's Iron Fist. You called everyone else by their hero alias but him."
"Are you fucking serious right now? What's wrong with you?" You immediately got defensive, trying to turn the narrative but you've always called him Danny. Only on the battlefield did you call him Iron Fist.
"You've gotten closer to him and I don't like it."
"He was my teammate, and he just saved my life! So sorry if I called him by his birth name," You were confused.
Did he not trust you?
After all this time?
"I could say the same shit about Zatanna," You crossed your arms.
"Zatanna is not the topic of this discussion."
"But when she is, Zatanna is some amazing sorceress! She's undefeatable, she's changed so much! God, first she's a nuisance in our lives and now she's a saviour for respecting our relationship?!" You yelled at him. Zatanna always made it clear that she wasn't going anywhere when you and Dick got together, but he always shoved her away.
"Zatanna is not the one always looking you up and down like you're some meal!"
You stepped back, "What are you talking about?"
"You're a Widow, (Y/N). Figure it out for yourself."
You did notice it. The way that Danny always gravitated towards you at meetings, the way he would subtly and 'accidentally' brush his hand against your thigh, and the way he stared. Maybe no one else noticed but you recognized it well. It the same stare he gave you after a mission where your suit was ripped and you had to get it fixed, and as mature and zen as Danny is - he was feral.
Only moments after you dropped it off to have it fixed and made your way to your room, you found Danny waiting outside with a clenched jaw and a lustful gaze.
That night was your first time together.
And the thought of that look made you shiver.
"I'll talk to him. Danny is the most respectful man I know, and he would never make a move on me," You expressed. He always asked, no matter the situation. Being raised by Monks can teach a guy a thing or two.
"After this, after SHIELD has all their shit fixed, I don't feel comfortable with you being around him anymore. I know its a lot to ask, but-"
"It is," You cut him off, "even if I were to just hang with Luke, Sam, Peter and Ava - Danny has always been their friend. They're a group, so I can't just tell Danny to fuck off when I want to see them. And it's been years since I've seen any of them. I want to repair the friendship we had."
Dick sighed, not knowing what to do. He loves (Y/N), he knows he always will, but the mere thought of Daniel Rand being the constant in her life made him jealous. She even said Danny was her first love, and as much trust that they've built up, he wanted to be selfish.
He wanted Iron Fist to go away.
"Then I want to talk to him."
Her head snapped up.
"To Danny?"
He nodded, "I need to know, man to man, that he no longer has feelings for you. That I can trust him."
(Y/N) felt off. Yes, this is a good thing, they should talk this out and clear the air. But Danny compared to Dick? Danny doesn't lie, and if he still has feelings for her, Dick might very well lose it.
But she still said, "Okay."
#iron fist imagine#iron fist x reader#danny rand x reader#danny rand imagine#usm#ultimate spiderman#dick grayson imagine#iron fist
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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...
Thank you for asking!!!!! Love a chance to talk about myself.
The way I got this ask and like IMMEDIATELY forgot any piece of media I have ever consumed?? If I forgot any of my faves... sorry to them!!
Also, a running theme for most of my faves is that they have overcome being otherized and/or trauma and came out being pettier and more self righteous, lol.
Uchiha Sasuke from Naruto. Pettiest bitch alive and he DESERVES IT! Should be pettier.
Wei Wuxian from MDZS/The Untamed. Went through hell, kinda literally, and did awful things but still chose to do the right thing, every single fucking time.
Fenris from Dragon Age. Watching him emerge from such an awful place and learn to let people in, while remaining sooo rough around the edges, was lovely.
Spock!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! From both TOS and AOS, less so from Disco/SNW, because he's just so fucking funny and also watching him be so repressed and then be forced out of that repression is fun. I love him. Baby boy.
Joy from EEAAO. Loved watching her anger, loved watching her creativity, and I loved watching her anger make her mother change. I love that she was able to give up the anger because she was finally seen and her hurt was legitimized.
***** ****** from ******* ******** because *runs away*
NGL.... it's still my boy Edward Elric. In many ways, I should let him go. But he was my first rep of atheism in literally the funniest fucking way ("Yeah I've seen God but... nah.") and I still enjoyed his journey, even if I now have major issues with the narrative and apologism and recognize Scar as a far more compelling character than Edward. Sorry to everyone but when I saw Edward at age.... 13, I did not realize what war crime apologism looked like. At least I let go of stanning Mustang. Cause I wanted that man carnally for a long time.
Sook-hee from The Handmaiden. Watching her fuck shit up was cathartic.
I need to finish my watch through (bingewatching two seasons in a week was mentally taxing, tbh) but Flint and Max from Black Sails. Again... love a selfish character who has felt left behind by the world and so they take what they can from the world. They deserve it!
Recency bias I guess but I'm REALLY loving Frieren from... Frieren. Watching her learn to value other people while going around with her lil :3 face is nice.
I feel like this list is leaving a lot of faves out--my lovely Sailor Jupiter who I imprinted on like a baby duck and have carried in my heart ever since, Dimitri Fire Emblem, Qifrey, and probably so many more. The characters that I love just for horny reasons (Yae Miko, Kaveh, Tighnari my beloveds). Characters I love for their potential (Finn, Poe, and Rey from Star Wars)(Also Cassian but I guess I could love him more if I watched Andor but I will not be watching Disney+ shows.) Characters who I love now (Louis, Lestat, Claudia from IWTV the show) but haven't finished their arcs yet, so idk how I'll feel int he future. Etc etc.
I will also say that this list feels a biiiiiit swayed by characters who I have experienced more in fandom. There are characters from one off books, video games, comics that I CONNECT with more, maybe idolized more, but engage with less often because there's no fandom, so they come to mind less immediately. And they've been butchered less by fanon, so I don't project onto them as much. Like they are FULLER vessels, which means they have less room for me to go "Oh, yeah, we are exactly the same. Let me into your brain."
This list is mainly of characters I love to play with like bratz dolls in my brain and is less about like... maybe heavily fucking with them while consuming their media and then being able to let them go when I'm done.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRIMMY MY GOOD FRIEND GRIMMY you should talk about your unhinged ff7 au
OUHH MIMI MY FRIEND MIMI YOU FOOL. you have opened pandora's box and unleashed the eldritch beast that is my ff7 au. god where do i even start
this is going to end up so long i'm ACTUALLY going to put it under a read more. it's also (mostly) stream of consciousness so sorry if it's a bit disorganized :)
lllllet's see. i'll establish like, baseline weird character relationships because the valentine family is a mess.
here's a family tree to make this more readable LMAO
vincent is the (world's first absent transmasc) father of reno, sephiroth, and aerith. sephiroth is half siblings with reno and aerith but reno and aerith are full siblings. the way that this happens is kind of convoluted because of course it is, nothing with me can ever be easy, but basically: reno eldest brother, sephiroth middle sibling, aerith little sister.
reno is the only one who escaped the vincent experimentation era fucking-up but, yknow, still half ancient. vincent takes lucrecia's place with the mid-pregnancy experimentation thing but like entirely against his will, and also lucrecia is still sephiroth's mother (she and ifalna are both transfem because I SAID SO), so sephiroth's completely unrelated to hojo. but yeah, vincent ended up with jenova cells and monster fuckery and more trauma and it's all fine and good (it's not. sorry vincent)
AERITH ended up especially fucked up, though. not only is she half ancient, she was also born like, YEARS after vincent got fucked up so she's got some of his monster fuckery too (she has a little bunny tail and glowy cat eyes and fangs among other things) and a little bit of jenova cells for good measure. she hears jenova whispers AND the voice of the planet and has learned to deal with that a loooot better than sephiroth did but yknow, still not fun! she hates jenova like crazy <3
reno basically ended up in an orphanage through mysterious circumstances when he was like 2. vincent entrusted him to a friend to look after him for a few weeks while he was out on a mission and came back to find his friend missing and reno with them. oops! so reno grew up in an orphanage in midgar hearing voices and being accidentally gaslit into thinking that the voices of the planet were just his internal monologue. he and rude grew up together in the orphanage and fell in love as they got older :) also when reno meets aerith and talks to her about her ancient stuff (she trusts him a lot) he's like "huh. weird. that sounds like what i have all the time" and she looks at him like he grew another head. he treats her like a little sister long before he knows she's his little sister. they're really close and it makes me wail
as for sephiroth... he's mostly the same, except for having known aerith and ifalna when they were being kept in the shinra labs and having a sibling relationship with aerith when they were both little. he broke ifalna and aerith out of the shinra building when aerith was 7 and she was tormented by having left him behind for the rest of her life until, yknow, *gesturing* they met again. they love each other so much though, even though it's kind of a messy relationship. a really messy relationship
when vincent and aerith meet in shinra manor, he almost immediately recognizes her as his kid (she looks just like ifalna, with vincent's fucked-up-ness) and babies her like crazy in the most vincent-y way. by which i mean lets her hide in his cape and hovers near her and lets her cuddle him despite him not letting hardly anyone else near him. vincent, sephiroth and reno all baby her and she likes it so much (autistic who loves physical affection)
i'm still workshopping whether or not i want ifalna to still be alive, because seb and i have talked about it extensively and i have Feelings about it but also it throws off the timeline a lot so Who Knows! but i'll talk a little about it laaaater :)
i promise this is all important information. it's not really but it's important TO ME. anyway.
this is very close to an everyone lives/no one dies au. zack, aerith and sephiroth all live. as to the circumstances of that, WELL!
zack narrowly survives getting shot a bajillion times because cissnei finds him as he's dying and brings him back to shinra hq just in time for *drum roll* hojo to steal his dying body and stuff him in the drum and keep him in a coma for another two years! cissnei and tifa go on a years-long search for him and come up empty! vincent finds records of him being kept there while sorting through turk documents after advent children (they hired him) and aerith and cloud go break zack out. zack started turning into a mako monster over those last two years from more severe experiments and now he has a big ass tail that he has Mental Trouble about. i will get into him later because ouuhhhhghhghghghg grabs him. chews on him
anyway. aerith lives because she limit breaks when sephiroth stabs her and keeps herself alive. she then proceeds to drag his ass out of the lifestream kicking and screaming by reminding him of their childhood in the shinra labs together and offering to help him. after slapping the shit out of him, of course <3 this was not how i initially intended it to happen HOWEVER mimi and i wrote it so well i felt like i was going to die and therefore i changed it <3
suffice to say, that's why sephiroth lives. aerith rehabilitates him LOL he's extremely fucked up and overprotective of her to the point of practically hissing and spitting when anyone so much as comes within 5 feet of her. he gets over it (somewhat) over time but she has her work cut out for her for real. he's also extremely overprotective of zack but that's later.
i think i need to make a powerpoint about this au actually. that's beside the point. ANYWAY
how long until i start talking about zack, cloud and aerith. not long i think
i will mention genesis first though. they find him around the same time they find zack, stuck in stasis in the basement of the destroyed shinra building, and sephiroth (alongside vincent) goes to get him out. they have some Unfinished Business (by which i mean a bad breakup that destroyed both of them that they REALLY need to resolve) to work through but admittedly they both still love each other and try to work it out. even though. they are both deeply traumatized and socially inept individuals. aerith has to play couples therapist. it's kind of a nightmare and i'm still working out how the hell they end up married but they do! and the remnants are their kids (eventually) :)
oh let me also explain how, like, the ending of ff7 goes because meteor still happens. basically despite the fact that sephiroth gets ripped out of the lifestream and everything, it's after sephiroth gets his hands on the black materia. which means jenova got her hands on the black materia. and essentially in this au jenova just casts meteor her damn self. the final boss then ends up being jenova herself, and midgar ends up destroyed the same way as in the original, but without the plot of advent children afterward because. aerith and sephiroth put together manage to eradicate jenova and therefore. no need for remnants, no geostigma, etc. aerith still summons holy/the lifestream and it eradicates the last of jenova and meteor and everything's (mostly) fine after that.
the two years after that are dedicated to building edge and tying up shinra's thousands of loose ends and trying to restore the area around midgar and just mostly. rebuilding. everyone trying to find or make lives for themselves after everything. i care the most about this part because i enjoy reading about and writing about interpersonal stuff and the struggle of finding a new life in the ashes of an old one and stuff like that. what happens After the hero's journey, yknow.
OKAY. NOW i will allow myself to talk about zack/cloud/aerith because ehhehehhehhe... bisexuals who make me feel insane.
(seb's art refs for them which i stare at lovingly too often <3)
so obviously zack and aerith don't die. which makes everything initially very complicated wrt their relationships with each other and cloud. because zack and aerith were dating prior to zack's disappearance and zack and cloud were like... in the couple of years of pretending like they're just friends and zack openly flirting with cloud and going on dates and stuff and just acting like it's normal bro stuff and it was quickly turning into like, Actual Dating right before nibelheim. (aerith was aware of the fact that zack is poly and is fine with it, no cheating, i hate that and zack would never do that). so both cloud and aerith were in love with zack and didn't know each other at all and cloud forgot all about zack so when they first met they didn't really. have any fucking idea.
and cloud and aerith fell in love because of course they did (wails and wails and wails) and tried to move on for real while zack was "dead". and then cloud remembered. and they had to talk about that LMFAO but it was fine, if anything it just made them closer because it was like "oh. same trauma *handshake*" (despite cloud still having a LOT of mental health issues and only getting worse when he remembered zack and everything that happened with that. he still has a lot of the same problems he has in advent children, just no geostigma and no weird estranged marriage with tifa)
AND THEN. two years after, when aerith and cloud have started building a life together, they find out that zack's NOT dead. that he's actually alive in stasis and he had been right under their noses all this time. and they rush to get him back of course, dropping everything to go break his ass out of the drum, and then... have to figure out the logistics of their relationships all of a sudden. because they were both in love with him. zack was in love with both of them. they have a life set up and zack just woke up after seven years of being in a fucking coma pretty much. so it's. complicated. they settle on just bringing zack into their relationship in general because like. they all still love each other. they intend to work it out.
zack moves in with aerith and cloud in their apartment they set up in edge. he has to take a long period of rehabilitation because 1. mako fucked up, 2. years of muscular atrophy, 3. severe ptsd. he gets like, visibly depressed and has to go to doctors all the time to make sure he's stable and not, yknow, going crazy from mako exposure because, you know, He Has A Tail and they want to monitor him. he has a lot of insecurity issues because he worries he's intruding on aerith and cloud now because they've lived their lives and suddenly he waltzes back in on it (despite the fact that they're both just extremely happy and grateful to have him back at all). he gets better through aerith coaxing him into talking to her and his friendships with tifa and cissnei, but he still has a lot of problems with feeling like a monster and dealing with the trauma of being a child soldier and also being experimented on and losing his formative young adult years (he wakes up and he's twenty fucking five! he was 18!).
he works for tifa at seventh heaven fixing tables and learning bartending from her sometimes. he picks up various skills working with his hands (repairing things, woodworking, metalworking, stuff like that. he makes weird stuff just to have something to do) and also sometimes helps cloud with his delivery service. he helps out at a vehicle repair shop and works on the sds fenrir for cloud when it needs stuff. he has his own motorcycle and he and cissnei go out on rides sometimes and sing bad mid 2000s pop music as loud as they can over the wind. they're best friends btw and mean everything to each other and also to me <3
cloud has his delivery service but isn't so gone-all-the-time about it. he also picks up painting/photography as an outlet and aerith will sit still and let him paint her all the time :) he needs therapy and also to talk about his feelings more so bad but aerith and zack are both like, trying to pry him into talking about it. he's a bit better now that zack's around, but still like, that doesn't solve years of trauma lmfao.
as for aerith, she runs a little flower shop on the ground floor of their apartment building and no one knows how she keeps it so well stocked (cheating with magic <3). she's terrible at cooking, keeps plants everywhere, and loves jokingly ordering her boys around (they'd do it even if she didn't ask). she still wears her ribbon, but she tore it at one point and cloud bought her another ribbon to mend it with, so it's half pink, half green :) cloud and zack keep buying her more ribbons as presents but they sit there collecting dust because she loves her original one so much. wails about them forever and ever
i mentioned earlier that i would talk more about the potential ifalna lives part of this. we talked about her having mostly lost her memory and ending up in cosmo canyon, where she then meets aerith again when the party comes through and regains a lot of her memory over time. she and vincent were married (see: sort of courthouse marriage except it's hardly a legal marriage) prior to her and aerith getting yoinked by shinra so she's like :( "my husband". she joins the party—we discussed her being a dancer/white mage combo type class, so a support party member—and then shortly after, they find vincent in the basement and ifalna's like "MY HUSBAND!!! :)" and aerith is gagging. gentle friendly flower woman ifalna like "this is my husband!" and vincent, scraggly ass ran-over-by-a-car vampire freaklet who sounds like he smokes 10 packs a day standing next to her like "this is my wife" with the smallest smile because he doesn't know how to smile properly. they're cute i like my funny little rarepair
SPEAKING OF RAREPAIR. cissnei/tifa my friends :) the other canon ship in this au. they fall in love while they're spending two years hunting zack down together. lesbian road trip where cissnei tries to get tifa to talk about her problems and accidentally presses the wrong buttons sometimes but then tifa gets scared of ghosts and hides behind cissnei who is smaller and vastly less built than her and cissnei's like "oh. you are so cute". i feel like this is a separate post in and of itself but I Like Them So Much and have been intending to write them for a while
lastly, and on a completely separate note, i wanna talk about cloud and tifa because ouhhh they make me insane.
in my au, they were not even close to friends as kids. they in fact didn't really like each other at all. like, neighbor who kind of annoys you but who you've spoken to a total of like 10 times and not for very long. there wasn't the weird crush thing, cloud just kept to himself and tifa had her little friend group and they were both fine with that.
fast forward to the beginning of ff7 when tifa finds him fucked up at the train station. she looks at him and sees an opportunity: someone else from nibelheim, who can vouch for its prior existence, who can relate to her suffering with trying to cope with shinra covering up what happened to nibelheim. she wants someone who will give her a shoulder to lean on, someone who she can talk to, someone who experienced the same thing as her. but then cloud starts saying things that aren't true, things he shouldn't know, starts casting doubt on her memories of the story of what happened. and so they start fighting. constantly. they fight like cats and dogs and barret has to break them up and scold them like children. tifa gets mad at cloud for telling the wrong story (accuses him of lying A Lot), cloud gets mad at tifa for getting mad at him and because he doesn't understand, and it's just a downward spiral. it gets to the point where they can hardly be in the same room as each other.
it isn't until they go to gongaga that tifa realizes that there's just something Really Wrong with cloud. it's not that he's lying, it's that he genuinely has a memory problem. when he says he doesn't remember zack when the story he's telling is exactly what happened with zack, tifa gets pissed, but then when cloud comes up to talk to her and there is GENUINE confusion in his eyes, she stops being mad at him and instead just pities him. she feels bad for him. and she starts acting like a big sister, protecting him when he gets in hot water. she lets him do whatever, knows he can mostly handle himself, but if he gets into a fight with a guy way bigger than him, she'll step in the way and kick the guy's ass.
by the end of the og ff7 story, they're inseparably close best friends, going from nearly tearing each other to shreds to sleeping on each other's shoulders and saying that as long as they have each other, they'll be okay. it makes me sob for real. it's worse in the "zack and aerith actually die" version of this because it turns into them thinking that the next logical thing is for them to get married because they're the most important people to each other that they have left, but then they grow to hate each other from trying to love each other in a way that isn't right for them. and just end up divorced and miserable. and it makes me extremely sad. i think about it so much. i think about cloud and tifa in my au for too long and i explode
OKAY I THINK THAT'S EVERYTHING... or maybe not everything but a lot of it. most of it. i love this au so much it makes me sooooooooooo insane <3 the weirdest part about it is definitely the valentine family dynamic but you'll just have to accept this about me that i like mashing characters together that shouldn't ever really be in that kind of dynamic and making it fun. my crossover ship days will never truly leave me
if anyone actually reads all of that i hope you like my meowmeows <3 i put all of them in my mouth and chew on them like bubblegum
#this is 3k words of brain spaghetti please enjoy#someday i'll take all this and make it at all organized but not today#grim ff7 au#<- tag so i can find this later#grim.txt
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I'm tired of seeing no one on this Fandom doing this, so I'll do it myself:
TUA AU where Five adopts Lila. I have seen a couple of them, but not nearly enough, not any like this. So here it goes.
Five adopts Lila instead of leaving her and The Handler adopting her. Also let's say he's like on his early 30's and The Handler comes get him from the apocalypse sooner and not when he's an old man. So, Lila grows up w him, and Five now plans on taking her along when he leaves the Commission and goes back to his siblings to stop the apocalypse.
So, when Five gets sent to un-alive Kennedy, let's say he was already living in the 60's with Lila, and he can tell The Commission are already suspecting he's going to run away to stop the apocalypse. So something happens during his mission and he's forced to leave on the spot, without Lila.
He hopes and prays the Commission didn't find her and plans on somehow coming back for her once the apocalypse is stopped.
But alas, they can't stop it, and then suddenly the Hargreaves are all scattered through the wind in the 60's.
Five has a moment of "Shit, Lila, I'm in the 60's-" but again, there's an impending apocalypse, and his siblings are God knows where, so he has to stop ANOTHER apocalypse before he can find Lila.
Diego meets Lila and he's impressed at the way she just takes down that policeman (bold of you to assume that Five wouldn't teach her self-defense in case the Commission went after her) but obviously has no idea who she is because Five never mentioned her, while Lila is definitely aware of who Diego is and is tagging along in case they find Five. (because also bold of you to assume that Five wouldn't tell Lila all about his siblings) She actually put herself in that mental institution because she knew of all places, The Commission wouldn't look for her there. Sis was straight vibing until Diego came along and she started suspecting it was the Diego that Five had told her about.
Five hears about Diego escaping and goes find him. He just sees him in a car with someone but he can't tell who it is until he jumps in there and pipes in his "Because he's an idiot" and suddenly Lila turns around because she has no idea how a kid got on the back of their car, and then Five sees her and finally recognizes her (for Lila it's been about three years since he was gone, and obviously she changed a little and let's say cut her hair to her current length) and he just goes "Lila?"
Lila's brain looks at his uniform and the two beauty marks on his cheek and puts it together so she just goes "DAD!?", which in turn makes Diego go "'Dad'!?"
Then Five's brain registers she was on a car. With Diego. So he turns to glare at him immediately. "Why are you with my daughter!?"
"I'm not doing this today." and Lila just gets off from the car while Diego is sitting there dumbfounded.
Cue Five and Lila fighting because Lila is so not over how he just left without her and stuff while Diego sits there unaware of what's happening. That's basically how far along I am with this AU but I'm having brainrot dhhdjsbsbbd
I just love the idea of dad Five to Lila, especially when it involves Five being pissy about him being 15 again while Lila is on her 20's lmaooo
#The Umbrella Academy#the umbrella academy season 2#The Umbrella Academy five#five hargreeves#lila pitts#dad! Five Hargreaves#vanya hargreeves#diego hargreeves#luther hargreeves#tua season 2#tua netflix#tua five#allison hargreeves#klaus hargreeves#ben hargreeves#The Umbrella Academy lila
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bad end • zhongli pov
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this is a zhongli bullying blog. i swear i don't hate zhongli (well i hate sagau villain zhongli BUT HE DESERVES IT SO-)
anyways this bad end caused a lot of pain. here's more pain but from zhonglis perspective :^)
cw• character death!
Zhongli had underestimated her originally and that was what she was counting on. He sees that now. After many years, it's easy to fall back on old habits. Meili has been a healer since the war and she continues to practice it. She was, however, a warrior first. That was his mistake for forgetting that.
His spear was easy enough to retrieve. Meili had kept it almost like a trophy, mounted in her house. It was easy to walk in and retrieve it because she didn't expect him to simply let himself in. It's not as if her protection wards don't recognize him, they do, but she counted on him staying away. Zhongli was once a regular visitor here. He knew Meili. She thought he would be smart to leave her alone.
Alone while she harbours a criminal.
Zhongli knew she had never been one for outright worship, especially when it comes to the Divine One. He just never thought she would ignore such a heinous crime. She had always respected the Creator and yet she throws it away during such an important time?
It's truly disappointing. He really thought she knew better.
Zhongli finds her on the path back to her home. He can see when she senses his presence, her body tensing as she whips around to look at him. Meili glares at him and immediately brings out her catalyst.
She won last time because he underestimated her. That won't happen again.
"Morax," she greets with a cold voice. There was once a time that her voice taking such a tone with him would break him. Luckily, that's not now.
"Meili," he responds with an equally cold tone. When Zhongli takes out the spear in a smooth flourish, he can't help but smirk at her sour expression. "If you wished to keep me away from your home, Meili, you should've updated your protection wards."
"I'll keep that in mind," Meili says wryly. "Why are you here? I told you to stay away from my family. I thought you had finally listened for once in your damned life."
"Do you honestly think I could look over such a crime against the All-Creator?" It's a hypothetical question and the answer to it is no. As a loyal worshipper, the Divine's most devoted, he cannot look past such a crime. Not even if it's being committed by an old friend, whom he once loved as family. His work as a devoted acolyte takes priority.
"Where have your morals gone? My little gem just wishes to live peacefully with me. They cannot stain the image of the All-Creator when they're simply living with me." Meili takes a step back, her eyes narrowed. She does not hold the upper hand here and she knows it.
Meili has always been below him. It's a shame it took thousands of years before he figured that out.
"My morals have nothing to do with this, dearest Mei. It's simply my work as an acolyte of Our Divinity, don't you see?" Zhongli steps forward, following her retreating form. "I was so focused on the pest that I forgot that you're the reason why they are still alive. A criminal by association, I dare say."
"If Our Divinity wishes to strike down a child, then they can do it themselves," she hisses. "You stepped down as an archon to live a mortal life. Yet, you forget to treasure those around you who live mortal lives. My little gem deserves to live and I will do everything I can to ensure that."
"Your stubbornness used to be endearing. Now it is simply a pain." Zhongli sighs and shakes his head. "I wished to grant you pity and you could still be redeemed in the All-Creator's name but I see that it is too late. I'll try to give you a merciful end, due to our previous bond as family."
"I don't need your mercy, Morax."
"A shame. This will be more painful for you then."
When he launches to attack, he is no longer the mortal Zhongli. He is the God of War, he is Morax, and he is the strongest Archon. He is the Prime Adeptus and Meili, as always, is below him. She is stronger than he gave her credit for in the past, but she doesn't stand a chance against him.
Morax attacks with the graceful motions and precise swings of his spear. He does not allow himself to get blinded by his rage like the last time. Instead he lets it fuel the power behind his attacks.
(There's a part of him that aches with every hit that lands on Meili. He tries to ignore it. She's a traitor, after all.)
The Vortex Vanquisher is powerful, even if the power it emits seems somewhat duller than usual. It's easy enough to tear through her weapon and by the time it scatters into little pieces, he's plunging the spear into her side.
Morax doesn't let himself linger on the moment as he twists the spear into her side. As she stumbles and her legs give out, he kicks her to the ground. He tears the spear out of her side just to reposition it over her chest. He sees acceptance in her eyes and something about it makes him ache.
"Goodbye, Mei," he mutters as he rears back and thrusts the spear forward.
Morax startles back as someone crashes into her, pushing Meili away from the killing blow. When it registers that it's that damned impersonator, all he can do is growl. Is that all he had to do? Kill Meili?
He rips the spear from their body and they collapse. He hears Mei screaming, but all he can focus on is their wound.
Their blood is…
No…
The golden ichor that drips from their wound shines at him mockingly. Morax- Zhongli risks a glance at the point of the Vortex Vanquisher and stares in horror at the blood that stains his spear.
That…They were never an impersonator.
They didn't do anything wrong.
They just wanted to live peacefully and he ruined that.
The spear falls from his hands with a clatter as he watches Mei gather his God into her arms. Paralyzing fear traps his body in place as all Zhongli can do is watch. Mei clutches onto the Divine One in desperation, frantic and sobbing as their golden ichor pools around them. She doesn't even take a second glance to their blood. He feels her desperately latch onto the geo energy surrounding them to no avail.
He… He's the one who did that.
(He remembers the time when Guizhong fell, when she left them. He clutched onto her in her last moments and weeped. He stills keeps the Memory of Dust in his home to this day. Mei had brought him into her arms and comforted him. She told him that they were both meant to live, to live and see and bring meaning into the life that Guizhong had left them with.
She was strong for him. She was strong because he was breaking at the seams. That same woman is in front of him as his entire life shatters before him. He can only assume that hers did as well.)
"Mei," he croaks out as he finally stumbles closer. She doesn't give an indication that she even hears him. Zhongli falls to his knees next to her, reaching out to hold the Divine One before he can think.
Mei whips her head around and hisses with the ferocity of a feral mother. Zhongli shrinks back at the complete hatred in her eyes and all he can think of is that this is all his fault. His God is dying right in front of them and he was the one to do that to them.
Mei turns her attention back to the Divine Creator and sobs. She's still desperately grabbing at slivers of geo energy that linger, but there's no outlet for them. No matter how hard she tries, there's no way to heal them.
Zhongli chokes on a sob as he trembles. He thinks back to his actions against the Divine One and feels sick to his stomach. Mei was right. She was just trying to protect them and he tried to kill her in response. He had tried to kill the All-Creator.
"A catalyst!" Mei hisses as she glares at him in hatred. He startles and makes a pained noise. "Get- get me a catalyst!"
He doesn't… Zhongli would but he doesn't have one and there's no way to get one here in time. He stutters over his grief, his regret, as he looks at Mei in shame. "There's- I.. I can't-"
"I need a fucking catalyst!" Mei shouts and throws shards of her broken weapon at him. She's sobbing even as she yells at him, even as she weakly throws things at him. "I need to heal them! They- They're going to die and I need to heal them!"
There isn't anything he can do. They both know it and as she breaks down, all he can do is fall deeper into his guilt. Mei looks at him with pure hatred in her eyes and he can't even blame her.
It's all his fault.
The one he was hunting down, the one who he deemed a criminal, was actually the Divine God themselves. Mei was never the traitor, he was. She's not the stubborn one here, he was. He saw someone with the divine visage of his God and spat on them. He never saw what was right in front of him because he was convinced he was right.
Mei babbles to the Divine One in tears, holding them closely and he can't help but wish to take them from her. Our Divinity is dying and she doesn't treat them with the respect they deserve in their final moments.
Stewing in such thoughts almost makes him miss the quiet "mom" they let out as they clutch onto her. He stops his thoughts at once. (He can tell he's trying to pin the blame on her once again. It's not her fault. None of this was her fault.)
Mei sobs as she holds them to her chest, pleading for them to stay. Broken whispers of 'little gem' escape her as she trembles. He watches mutely beside her, watches as the Divine One leans into her touch and tries to comfort her. They tap her arm and croak out a word he barely hears.
The image of his God, the Divine Creator, the one he's worshipped for thousands of years as they whisper something to Mei and go limp is something he'll never forget. Zhongli hunted them down. These are the results of that hunt. He got what he wanted but he didn't realize to the full extent of what he was chasing.
Mei's sobs are heartbreaking and he can't help but reach out to put a hand to her shoulder. She whips around and glares, though the hostility in her eyes don't match her mournful cries. It makes him shrink back all the same.
"How dare you!" She cries as she holds the lifeless body of the All-Creator closer. "You try to comfort me when this is all your fault!" She throws his discarded spear at him and it weakly bounces off of him. It was harmless and did nothing. He wishes it did more.
Mei hiccups and weeps. She brings her arms around to hold the Divine One in a warm embrace they'll never get to feel. "You only regret it because their blood is golden!" She screams. Her voice cracks but it does nothing to change the rage and hatred in it. "You only regret it because it affects you! They were worth more than their golden blood! They were precious on their own!"
Zhongli can only watch as she breaks, as she shatters into little pieces. The stable, strong pillar of support in his life breaking down due to his own actions. He did this to her. He did this to his God and he did this to himself.
He brings his arms around Mei before he can think too much on it. She struggles and screams at him, weakly hitting his arms and torso. He doesn't let go because he's selfish, wanting the comfort of his sister. He doesn't get her comfort but he can simply pretend.
"It's your fault! You don't deserve to mourn them!"
Zhongli knows he doesn't so he nods. All it does is make her cry harder as she falls apart. He knows Mei hates herself for finding comfort in him at the moment but all the same, she lets herself cry in his arms. He wishes she would comfort him even if he doesn't deserve it.
He doesn't deserve anything. Nothing could be enough punishment for killing his God.
Maybe living with the golden blood on his hands, the guilt, is punishment enough. There's nothing to change the fact that it was his hand that killed the All-Creator.
Perhaps the only thing he deserves is rage and hatred. He doesn't blame anyone for that after all. It's the consequences of his own actions.
#sagau#genshin sagau#genshin impact oc#•zhongli#•meili#•bad end#•villain au#•sagau#sagau villain zhongli? stinky evil dragon man. i will throw him into the ocean#if u see any typos. no u dont they dont exist#dragon's lament • bad end
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Just A Dream - Bellamy Blake (The 100)
This is mostly for myself cause my brain decided to taunt me by having a dream about Bellamy's death.
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You woke up with a gasp, immediately starting to hyperventilate and sob as you recalled the events that took place in your dream. It felt so real. Why did it feel so real? And yet, it made absolutely no sense.
Why would your mind come up with such a horrible scenario?
You soon felt a pair of arms grab you, accompanied with a gentle voice that you instantly recognized as your boyfriend, Bellamy, who happened to be the subject of your nightmare.
"Hey, what's the matter?" Bellamy whispered, holding you safely in his arms as you tried to stop crying.
You gripped onto his strong arms tightly, making sure he was real, that he wasn't...dead.
"Nightmare?" He asked, and you could only nod, your breathing shaky and uneven. "Sometimes, it helps to talk about it. Whenever O had a nightmare when she was little, talking about it helped her."
You sighed heavily, the thought about talking about what had happened in your dream out loud didn't appeal to you, just thinking about it made you feel sick and on the verge of a panic attack. But you'd give it a try, you trusted Bellamy after all.
"In my dream...Clarke killed you."
Bellamy's eyes widened briefly, not expecting...that. He couldn't even imagine that, knowing that Clarke would never do such a thing. But regardless, Bellamy urged you to continue.
"You wouldn't give Madi's sketchbook back, you wanted to give it to Cadogon. And Clarke just...shot you, without even trying anything else. I watched you fall to the floor, and I couldn't even do anything." You started to cry again, covering your face with your hands.
Bellamy frowned, and he couldn't help but feel guilty. He knew that your dream very well could've happened if he decided to side with the Shepard. He only pretended to be a disciple to gain Cadogon's trust so it would be easier to help his family. He could've told them his plan all along, but he couldn't risk anything ruining it. Even if he was truly a disciple, he'd never put Madi in harm's way. Never. Bellamy couldn't even imagine himself being that cruel, he'd probably want Clarke to kill him if he became that blind to reality.
Bellamy pulled you into his lap, his arms securely wrapped around your waist and kissed your temple. "Hey, I'm sorry I scared you. It was the only way I could make sure you guys would be safe. I was so scared that the plan would get ruined that I forgot how to trust my family. But you know I'd never do something like that, and Clarke would never hurt me. She's my best friend."
You nodded, leaning your head against his. "I know...I know. But it was so painful to see it in my dream-"
"Y/n," Bellamy said softly, "that's all it was. A dream, nothing more. I'm here. Everyone's here. We're all alive, and we're safe. We don't have to worry about anyone trying to attack or kill us ever again, okay? We have the whole world to ourselves."
You kissed Bellamy softly, tangling your fingers in his thick dark hair, his scent calming you better than anything in the universe. "I love you so much, Bell." You said when you pulled away.
Bellamy smiled, briefly trailing his thumb across your jaw before kissing the tip of your nose. "I love you too. So, how about we get back to sleep?"
You tensed, your expression turning into slight panic until Bellamy held your hands. "Hey, I'll be right beside you. I'll be right here, okay?"
You nodded, laying back down along with Bellamy, resting your head on his chest, his heartbeat soon lulling you back to a dreamless sleep.
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God, I miss my Bellboy. I miss him so goddamn much.
#the 100#the 100 spoilers#the 100 imagine#the 100 au#bellamy blake#bellamy blake x reader#bellamy blake imagine#bellamy blake fanfiction
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“Strike Three?”
A Neville Longbottom Smut
EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS OF LEGAL AGE AND CONSENTING
Warnings: NSFW 18+, sub!nev, dom!femreader, swearing, slapping (one hit), oral (f and m receiving), vaginal sex, teasing, slight degradation, unprotected sex. (WRAP IT UP YALL)
He wasn't happy anymore.
No matter how hard he tried to convince you he was happy being an Auror, his growing exhaustion and increased amount of nightmare alerted you to his unease. Your once happy and relaxed Neville would come home, only to be reminded of his time in the war. When he was recruited by the Ministry to work for them, he felt honored; for the first time he was really being recognized for his strength and bravery.
But that wasn't who he was. Neville wasn't made to hunt down dark wizards his whole life. He was made for something kinder. Something that wouldn't make him come home looking half alive.
Just like he did today.
"Hi, bubs," you sighed as you caught notice of his dark sullen under eyes.
"Hi, petal," he responded while dropping onto the couch with a huff. He started rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand.
He was hunched over and tense, the veins in his neck were popped from the strain his job put him under. Unable to see him suffer, you went behind him to rub and massage the sore spot near the base of his neck.
"Love," Neville groans at your skilled fingers working at the knots in his muscle. His deep throaty whine made your stomach twist.
"Does that help any, my love?" You hummed near his ear, massaging behind it to release the ache in his neck.
"It feels perfect," he replied quietly, mewling at the soft digs against his skin.
His head dipped back, exposing the expanse of his skin to your greedy eyes. Neville was always a cutie pie; however, the boy really grew up. Ever since he ran DA during his seventh year, Neville was a combination of gentle power and taunt muscle. He grew out of his baby fat, and sprung up into the attractive man you knew and fell in love with. You loved him however he looked; but his tight shoulder muscles looked beautiful under your fingertips.
Neville's eyes were closed, his mouth dropped open at the feel of your hands against his skin. But before he could enjoy it too much, you stopped massaging is neck and rounded the couch to face him.
He was tired and sore, but his eyes burned into yours with lust, but there was no signs of fire or fight in his olive brown irises.
You knelt down, sitting on your heels as you rubbed up and down the expanse of his work pants.
"I wanna play with you, love," you whispered to your tired boy.
He whined lowly, a sound that lit up the fire in your stomach and sent a chill down your spine. Neville was always so beautiful when he gave up all premonitions and embraced your control.
"I wanna play with you," you repeated while unbuckling the silver hardware of his belt. His eyes closed, brows furrowing, and chest heaving as you toyed with the waistband of his jeans.
"Love," he groaned, although, the words barely escaping his pouty pink lips, "God, please do whatever you want to me."
"Is that an order?" You cautioned. Neville was not going to be in control tonight; both of you knew it. But you needed him to be aware of the power dynamic this given night.
"No!" he cried. "No, no, that wasn't an order."
"Then what was it?"
He shifted in his seat, wiggling as you dragged the belt out of the looped holes and began making quick work of his zipper.
"What was it?" You asked with a bit more grit.
"A plead? Fuck!"
Neville's explanation was cut short, the feeling of your hand wrapped around his cock was already an overwhelming feeling and the most release he had gotten all day. You gripped onto his thigh with a firm grasp, nails digging lightly into the soft skin, making your boy groan at the light scratch marks that littered his leg.
"Wanna feel good, baby boy?" You teased. "Want me to play with your pretty cock until I get you off?"
"God, fuck yes," he whined, the words coming out in pieces as you flicked your wrist, pumping only the tip of his dick. You knew just how sensitive he was there.
Neville cried out at the slap you administered to her thigh, making him jump and groan in pleasure at the tingly sting. The pale skin already started turning red: a sign of your time together.
"Yes, what?" You teased as you kitten licked him all while you massaged his heavy balls in a single hand, the other one teased the inside of his thigh.
"Yes, ma'am," his brows furrowed in the middle, a mixture of both pain and pleasure etched across every inch of his cute face.
Having literally the situation in the palm of your hand, you wanted to fully take advantage of the strong man in front of you. Your speed increased, making Neville whine and moan out quiet whimpers at the feelings you were imposing on him.
His neck covered in a thin layer of sweat and goosebumps, every nerve and neuron was fired up at the feeling of your lips wrapped around him. You giggled and slapped him against your tongue, treating him like your little toy to play with.
"God fucking damnit," Neville pouted, threading his fingers into the hair at the base of your neck, bucking up into your warm mouth for even more friction. He just needed a few more pumps to get off.
But you wouldn't let him.
Strike one.
With a pop, you rose from your kneeled position, just to straddle his lap and grab him by his throat, pinning him to the back of the couch. Neville's eyes were blown wide from his delayed high, his mouth dropping in pleasure at the squeeze around his neck.
"Did I say you could touch me, sweet slut?"
"No," he groaned, his dick leaking desperately against his work shirt, "I'm sorry. Please, god, I'm sorry. Love, please make me cum."
"You wanna cum?" You mocked back to him in a sickeningly sweet voice, your grip tightening slightly around his neck. "Does my big boy wanna cum for me?"
Your boyfriend mumbled his wishes and desires, his thumb grazing the exposed skin at the hem of your shirt, just yearning for a touch of your skin.
Strike two.
"I said no touching, Nev," you chastised as you grabbed both of his wrists and pinning them to the couch cushions, leaving him laying down beneath you. "Shirt off. Now."
The sweet, sensitive boy responded immediately, his work shirt was gone in a second. He was now fully naked beneath you, his skin was littered with scars and healing bruises, and yet he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. And he was yours.
"Get to work, pretty baby," you instructed as you shuffled up his chest, hovering your clothed pussy over his chest. "Think you're up for the challenge?"
"Yes, yes, please, love. Sit on my face, petal. I'll make you feel so good."
Neville had totally disregarded his own release, the idea of getting you off gave him something to focus on. And you weren't going to ask a second time. So within seconds, you sat with knees around his shoulders, waiting for Nev's next move considering his wrists were still pinned above his head.
"Want me to sit down, honey? Think you can eat my pussy as good as you can fuck it?"
His head craned higher, trying to get a taste of you before he was even given permission. Your teasing was growing to be too much, his cock rested on his lower belly, dreadfully sensitive from being left on the edge.
Graciously, you lowered yourself to his face, grinding lightly against his crooked nose for the meantime. Neville groaned at your taste, his tongue dipping to trace along your panties and to suck against your clit. The one thing Neville was always fantastic at, was eating your out. But seeing his arms pinned above him, made you even wetter; it was always a sight to see when Neville grew so desperate to get you off.
"Keep your hands up," you ordered as you then brought your hands the his hair, tugging and dragging his face against your cunt, doing your best to get off before he ever could.
Reluctant moans left your lips, Neville was just too good with his mouth.
"Wanna get me off, toy?" You taunted, finding it filthy how all your boyfriend could do was moan in response against your panties. "Think you can even get me off like that? Only using your mouth to get me off, yeah?"
Once again, all your boy could do was groan against you, taking in every grind and hair pull with a smile and a twitch to his cock.
"Fuck, Neville, you're gonna make me cum. Get me there, honey. Get your girl to feel good."
And he did. It only took a few more swivels of your pussy against his hungry lips to make your back arch. You dug his hands into the couch beneath him, fully grinding his face as if it were a pillow. He made you cum incredibly hard, your legs shook around his head as you filled with the feeling of your high.
You released his hands and resituated your legs to cradle his hips, now straddling him. Neville's chin was glistening in your cum, making him lick his lips as if he had just eaten some delicious candy or butterbeer.
"Now's your time baby," You promised as you grabbed his cock and lined it up with you. "But you gotta work for it."
Neville's confused look amused you, you could see the gears turning in his head.
"I'm not gonna sink down onto your cock, pretty boy."
It took Neville a second to understand, but he got the memo. Without touching you, he began snapping his hips up into your soaked and sensitive cunt. His deepness was surprising, given the fact that you refused to put in the extra bit of work. But Neville was desperate beyond relief, his hips jutted off the couch to fuck you deep and fast even if you weren't meeting him halfway. You rubbed at your clit as Neville threw his head back at the squeeze of you against him.
"Gonna cum, pretty boy?" You asked while gripping onto his hair.
"Yes, yes, yes, fuck.." Neville groaned out loudly, his hips stuttering as he worked himself into a sweat. "Fuck, please let me cum. Let me cum. Love."
"Go on, love," you moaned above him, growing close to your second release. "Cum for me. "
Neville cried out loudly as you began bouncing furiously on top of him, giving him the friction he needed. He fully forgot the "no touching" rule, as he ran his hands up and down your smooth thighs as you both came in unison.
His cries and your demands were like a catalyst to the other, making your orgasms so incredibly intense. You fell on top of his bare chest, placing kisses against his collarbone and Adam's apple. A gentle blow of air against his neck made Neville groan, his body sensitive from all the teasing but so wonderfully taken care of all the same.
He twirled you hair between his fingers, finding comfort in your softest features.
"Thank you, petal. I needed that so much," he admitted with blushing cheeks.
"Of course my love, I just hate seeing you so stressed from work. You deserve to do something you adore, honey."
"I adore you."
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Double edged scalpel ch.10
Ch1 ch2 ch3 ch4 ch5 ch6 ch7 ch8 ch9
Summary: scary moms are scary
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Nicole stilled.
Moms.
Well this just got a million times worse.
Surprisingly enough, Nicole could count on her fingers the times she had crossed paths with either of the Ladies. Lady Dimitrescu was often busy and not bothering with the staff. Most things that needed communicated went through the Steward. Mistress Esteria was, as some would call her, a ghost. She preferred her solitude or time with family so it wasn't unheard of for new staff members to take months before they even see her around the castle. Paired with Nicole's job that had her in the dungeons almost all the time, she never got an actual introduction to either of them.
Not that she complained. It didn't take a genius to realize that both women were to be feared.
I think I'd like to bleed out now.
"What about?" Her voice was barely audible, due to fear or pain was anyone's guess.
"... I don't know." Cassandra's quiet voice mimicked her own.
"Should I assume it is about your um… choice of partners?"
The realization that, to anyone outside Cassandra, she was little more than a maid turned butcher hit Nicole almost as much as the bullet that until not long ago was wedged into her flesh. Would they forbid Cassandra from seeing her? Or perhaps decide that Nicole has committed an unspeakable offense to their family and punish her? She gulped and Cassandra's reply wasn't of much help either.
"I don't know," she repeated.
Nicole sighed, a slow drawn out exhale, all too aware of the pain it would cause otherwise. "When?"
"Soon. They told me to let them know when you wake up."
Nicole just nodded and laid back into the cushions. May as well be comfortable before facing death. But Cassandra didn't move. Instead, she interlocked their fingers and brought Nicole's hand to her lips, leaving a kiss on bony knuckles. They stayed like that, silently, for a full minute before Cassandra got up and, with a be right back, exited the room.
Left alone, Nicole looked down at herself once more. To say she looked awful was an understatement. Definitely not going to rely on appearance to make a good impression. The painkiller was also yet to do its job and any movement still shot jolts of pain through her body. Wonderful.
It wasn't long before the door opened again and Cassandra came in followed by Lady Dimitrescu, her trademark hat making her look even taller and more intimidating than she already was. Immediately behind, Mistress Esteria took light steps, her long white hair flowing behind her like a silky mantle.
They looked so in contrast with each other, and it went beyond the almost opposite color schemes. While the Lady had the expression of a mother about to scold her child for carelessly running up the stairs and scraping a knee, the Mistress looked about to take out the bandaids. Her eyes, blue and gray, looked at her with something akin to kindness.
"What's your name dear?"
God her voice sounded like rivers deep in the forest. Flowing and ancient and just as powerful as she probably was.
"Nicole," she gulped.
The Mistress came to a stop right by the bed, tall frame bending down and grabbing Nicole's chin between two fingers. She moved her head from one side to the other and hummed.
"My my, what a pretty face. You've always had quite the taste in women, love." She looked at Cassandra who only nodded stiffly.
Then, she was up again and moving towards the other matriarch, who by now was sitting in an armchair. The Mistress leaned on the armrest, opting to ignore the many other places to sit and Nicole had to wonder for a moment if they were the clingy type. What an oddly human trait.
A long drag of a cigarette was drawn out before golden eyes finally fell on Nicole and the Lady spoke.
"I was actually surprised to learn about how… deeply Cassandra cares about you. To actually come to me and ask for help saving your life." She narrowed her eyes slightly, just enough for it to be a clear warning. "I sure hope such kindness was not wasted on you."
Sensing where this conversation was going, Nicole groaned internally. Of all things, she would rather not have the break my daughter's heart and I'll break your legs conversation with Cassandra's mothers while a damn hole in her abdomen was still sending waves of pain through her body if she didn't move just right. In her defense, the painkiller was yet to kick in and there's only so much holding her tongue she can do while in pain.
"With all due respect my Ladies, I'd rather throw myself off the highest tower in this castle than pretend to love Cassandra. Have you met her."
That got a snort from the brunette, who quickly masked it with a cough. The Mistress however laughed. A melodic laugh that, in another situation, would be the most soothing thing.
"Oh dear. While the reassurance is appreciated, we do trust Cassandra's judgement."
"For the most part," Lady Dimitrescu added, eyes still narrowed.
"And we would love to have you for dinner soon," the Mistress went on, ignoring the small glare from her wife.
Another drag of the cigarette. "Well anyways. We didn't come here for a welcoming party. We'd like to make you a proposal."
Judging by Cassandra's furrowed brows, she probably knew as little about this as Nicole did. A proposal from Lady Dimitrescu could either be wonderful news or a death sentence. She couldn't help a gulp when the Lady continued.
"Contrary to popular belief, I do care about my staff. At least those who prove themselves useful." The cigarette was finally done and now Nicole had the luck of having her full attention. "And, as you may have guessed, medical training is not particularly common around here. I do happen to want a castle physician, a position that could be filled by someone skilled that also has a good reason to do a good job and be loyal to my family."
Wait what-
Nicole blinked in confusion, an expression mimicked by Cassandra. Did she mean…?
Lady Dimitrescu raised an eyebrow. "Do you accept?"
"Y- yes." The words spilled from her mouth without a second thought. And why would she have second thoughts after all?
Lady Dimitrescu watched her for a long moment. Then, when she seemed pleased with her findings, she rose to her feet.
"Very well. We will discuss the technicalities once you're in a better state. Now try not to bleed out before you even start your job. And," she sighed, "you are expected at dinner as soon as you're able to join us."
The last part caused her wife's lips to turn into a warm smile. The Lady simply turned around and ducked out of the room while Mistress Esteria lingered by Cassandra. She whispered something only the brunette could hear and then leaned in to kiss her forehead. The Mistress had a couple inches on Cassandra, which meant she was towering over Nicole. Then, with a smile in her direction, she too was out of the room, leaving only the two of them to stare at the door in disbelief.
"Well that went… well."
"Oh for the love of Mother Miranda," Cassandra sighed in relief, hands running through her hair.
Her shoulders lost their tension when she came to sit by Nicole's side, a smile now present on thin black lips.
"Your mothers seem… lovely women."
"Shut up you were scared shitless."
There goes Nicole's attempt at being polite. Not that Cassandra was wrong by all means, but part of her wanted to be on good terms with her lover's family. Maybe it was simply due to her relationship with the brunette, maybe it was due to how her own family never seemed to care much for each other. Not the way the Dimitrescus did, despite how they were seen as monsters by most outside eyes. She didn't let herself dwell on it, instead she took one of Cassandra's hands and started to play with slender fingers.
"Are you hungry? I can ask Cynthia to fix something for you."
Nicole smiled at the effort to make her feel better. She would never get tired of seeing Cassandra's caring and gentle side, especially when she knew how ruthless she could be otherwise.
"In a bit. I'm waiting for the painkiller to fully kick in so I can actually sit up."
Cassandra nodded and looked to the side, seemingly lost in some kind of thought. Nicole wanted to ask what got the brunette pensive all of a sudden, but before she could, golden eyes snapped back to her.
"Also. Don't you dare jump in front of a bullet for me ever again. It wouldn't have hurt me anywhere near as much as it hurt you."
There was a subtle growl in her voice that would have scared any other person. But Nicole recognized how the anger was just veiled worry at how much worse their situation could’ve gotten.
"Sorry. I just saw him with the gun and panicked." There was a reason she didn't pursue her father's idea of becoming a surgeon after all, and pissing him off was only part of it. "And I'm glad you didn't get hurt at all."
Cassandra narrowed her eyes, but her expression quickly softened. The big bad sadist couldn’t stay mad at her lover and Nicole almost teased her about it, but a gloved hand slowly caressing her cheek stopped her.
“I’m just happy you’re alive.”
#cassandra dimitrescu x maiden#unhinged maiden™ my beloved#lady dimitrescu#lady dimitrescu x maiden#fanfic#double edged scalpel
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cuddles and warm hands
pairing: bakugo katsuki x reader
genre: fluff
tags: cuddling, bakugo being a tease to the reader pining??? lots of feels
a/n: i did this fic while also adding this bit of prompt:
“vi. neck kisses. fluttering down necks to the collar bone. dusting over the breastbone and staying there.” from this post <33 // wrote this at 3am so no beta
the air is crisp and cold tonight. bakugou can't help but murmur the godforsaken christmas song playing in the shop he passed by while on patrol. the damn thing got stuck in his head while he passed it. he recognized it as one of the songs that you were playing that morning.
it reminded him of the way you swayed your hips to the music, your sweet voice humming to the tune as you continued about your business in the comfort of your home.
he loved it when you are so engrossed in your own little world that he gets to just admire you from afar and see you being in your nature.
the heat in his cheeks make him lower his head to avoid the looks of other people, it's definitely not from the cold anymore.
all of a sudden, his phone buzzes with a new notification. he fished it from one of its safety compartment and your name immediately lights up his phone and his eyes.
Dumbass 💓
Katsuki, when will you be home?
judging from your message, you're being needy once again and he immediately knows what type of needy it is. it didn't follow another text from you so it means you weren't that desperate enough, and it could be for another reason.
Boom Boy 💥
not for another hour, why?
a few minutes passed before you responded. he scoffed at your little, “i miss you” and pocketed his phone. of course he misses you already, especially at this extremely cold climate that just bites on his skin and not pleasant at all while wearing his usual hero costume. he just had to wear this one today, doesn't he?
with one last patrol over the city, katsuki hurried to the agency and went home. he knows his baby is waiting for him and he can't wait to be wrapped in your arms as well to take all of worries away.
the moment katsuki arrived at your door, not even a second that his fingertip touched the doorknob did you opened it and grabbed him by his arm and inside he go.
“someone's especially needy today,” he chuckled, stroking your head that's buried deep in his chest. he swore you might melt in him and the two of you would be merged together forever.
“mmm, i missed you so much, katsuki.” you responded, voice muffled on his shirt.
“yeah, yeah. i missed you, too.” he mumbled, rubbing your back. “let me get out of this shit then we can continue this, alright?”
lifting up your chin, you looked into vermilliom eyes and nodded your head with a pout. bakugou smirked and leaned in to peck your lips. when you start to follow his lips for more, he pulled his head back and shook his head in disagreement.
“y/n, go to our room and wait for me there. can you do that? i promise i'll give you what you want, baby.” he commanded, his voice dropping low. he knows when he uses that tone with you it turns you into putty, and he's right.
with a soft whimper on your mouth, you nodded your head and obeyed his words.
sighing, he immediately went to the bathroom and took off his hero gear, stripping down his clothes before jumping inside the shower.
the warm water soothed his skin a lot, his sore muscles throbbing a little from the strain he put on them when he fought criminals and villains a while ago and over the course of the week. he lathered himself with soap and rubbed off the dirt and grime that stuck to his skin. he shampooed his hair and massaged it, imagining it was your soft and careful fingers doing it.
damn it, he should have asked you to join him in the shower. but he knows he's not up for any funny business right now should the moment presented itself while you're in there with him.
after rinsing himself and he's sure that he's completely - a hundred percent, germ-free - clean, he wrapped a towel around his lower half and proceeded to make his way to your shared bedroom.
he sees you sitting on the edge like a sweetheart. his heart swelled when your eyes light up the moment he walked into the room. your eyes roamed down his torso for a bit, making him snigger smugly. you rolled your eyes in return and turned your head away from him, crossing your arms.
“oh? are you mad at me?” katsuki raised his eyebrows in amusement as he ruffled through his drawers for clothes. he puts them on in front of you, all the while keeping an eye contact with you.
he's having the moment of his life and you're literally about to die because of all the blood that rushed to your cheeks because god, he's so gorgeous and why isn't he giving you love and affection already?
“no, i'm not.” yeah, you are. but it's petty kind of mad, than an actual i'm-pissed-off-at-you-and-not-gonna-talk-to-you mad.
huffing, katsuki finally lessend the distance between the two of you and you almost melted at the fact that his warmth is literally radiating off of him and all you want to do right now is be engulfed by him.
“so...somebody said they missed me,” his hand went to your head and he brought you close to his stomach as he stood over you while you remain seated on the edge of the bed. you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face even deeper into his toned stomach.
“yeah, i just wanted to cuddle you and i miss kissing you.” you usually weren't this needy but lately, while waiting for katsuki, you can't help but feel cold and yearn for his touch and lips against yours. you missed his warmth during the cold nights he couldn't sleep next to you because of his hero work. you missed the freezing mornings where the only source of warmth is the coffee in your hands and the sun peaking through the curtains, telling you that another day has passed.
“i know, baby. i'm sorry i'm not here often to give you enough attention.” he soothed, kissing the top of your head while rubbing circles on your back.
he pulls away, clutching you towards him. you followed suit and he laid on the bed with you on top of him. he admired you on one of his hoodies, looking so angelic and needy, and longing for him.
he never felt so loved and complete.
he slotted his hands against yours, the others tracing hearts and i love you's on the exposed skin on your waist. you're looking up at him like he hung the stars and breathed life into your lungs. at this point, maybe he did. you don't think you can even breathe properly on the days he's gone, and once he's there it's like everything has life again. and everything is alive, all is brighter, lovelier and you couldn't be happier to be with someone like him.
bringing your joined hands towards his lips, he littered small kisses from your fingers down to your wrists to your pulse, pausing there and gazing at you with so much love, you swear you could explode.
laughing gleefully, you nuzzled the space between his neck and shoulders.
“i love you so much,” you uttered it without thinking, without so much of a doubt that it took his breath away. for you to say those three words so carelessly to him, of all people still baffles him after all this time.
kissing the back of your hand, he felt his cheeks burn once more, eyes filling with unshed tears. turning his head to you, he ghosted his lips on your temple, “i love you more, dumbass”
leaning up on your forearms, your own lips landed on his exposed neck, showering kisses upon kisses on every skin your lips can touch and that your eyes can see. you traveled lower to his collarbones and placed kisses there as well, until you reached his breastbone. placing your final kiss, you brought yourself back down on top of him and leaned your ear on his chest. his heart beat is your most favorite sound. the in sync tune of both your hearts created a beautiful melody that all the angels and sirens will sing for all eternity.
#bakugou x y/n#bakugo katsuki#bakugo x you#bakugo x reader#bnha fanfiction#my hero academia fanfiction#bakugou katsuki fanfiction#bakugo imagines#bakugo fluff#bnha fluff#bakugo katsuki fluff#💫.bakugou katsuki#tarou writes 🌹
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Havdurbrjnr marcia 👀
asjsjdjsdjdsj one of the very reasons I made the post
Send me a character and I'll list:
Favorite thing about them: Marcia my looovee... headstrong, ambicious, stunning goddess. My favorite thing is probably her kindness. It's made all the more prominent because she's so reluctant to show it 75 percent of the time. But show it she does, time and time again. She's just so genuinely good.
Least favorite thing about them: Nope, nothing, nil, my queen is flawless.
Favorite scene: Hmm it's been a bit since I've read the books, but a few come to mind. Y'all remember when she put up the Safety Curtain around the Palace? She really showed just how powerful she was, just why she deserved to be ExtraOrdinary Wizard, god it gave me CHILLS. and then she bent down to reassure this little girl that she would be perfectly safe from the Darke Domaine bc the Safety Curtain would protect everyone. I read that scene so many times I swear. Also that scene in Fyre when she and Septimus reunited after they had each thought the other had fallen down the Alchemie Chimney?? So so sweet and made me realize just how much these two idiots have come they really love each other so much. Aaaahhh there are so many little moments throughout the books. Suffice to say this woman has had my heart for years
Brotp: Marcia and Septimus ofc. How can I not love them? I read this post once talking ab how Marcia and Septimus clicked right away, like right from the start, even though in Magyk Marcia was spending just as much time around Nicko and Jenna and Aunt Zelda on Draggen Island, but nooo she immediately recognized this kindred soul in Septimus and asked him to be her Apprentice even though she'd never thought about asking anyone else in all the years she was EOW
Otp: (I'm gonna get so much shit for this) Marcellia. Angie Sage was a coward for not daring to go there. They had so much enemies to lovers potential. Argue with the wall. Also, the chemistry?? And that moment in Fyre the morning after the Alchemie chimney incident he wakes up and he's happy and he thinks back to her being alive and grabbing his hands and reassuring him that yes she's okay, and he thinks of just how relieved he was to see her, despite their differences. They absolutely had potential
Notp: Ummm who is she shipped with? ig Marcilo (yes, yes I know) but I didn't really like him after Flyte. He was way better in Fyre but I still think she deserved better. Just my personal preference
Headcanon: So many. I think about her a lot sksjds one of my favorites is that Marcia never wanted kids, never saw herself having them, but she sees Septimus as one of her own. Is this even a headcanon (thinking of that moment in Fyre when she practically called Sep her kid). Another is that she has the (very occasional) spontaneous streak. Her loved ones love it when that side of her comes out. Oooh I should write a fic about thiiis aaahh
Song that reminds me of them: Oh No by Morina
What I think their enneagram type would be: Type one (the reformer). In summary, ones are ethical with a strong sense of right and wrong. Can be wise, realistic, practical, noble, morally conscious and with a strong sense of purpose. I definitely see Marcia as a one — or perhaps a three: achievement-orientated, driven, and image-conscious. Pretty sure one fits her better though.
A fic that I like featuring them:
Book Byting Beetles by @madammarcia: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21800914?view_adult=true
The Midwinter Feast by @QwillReign: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29546193
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Could I request a part 3? Jerome keeps the reader as his hostage for popularity and attention. Reader is really fond of the attention she gets as well and eventually sleeps with Jerome again? In the end she sees how Galavan kills him and is really sad?
Requested by @violentvaleska
So guys, here's part 5!!
Credit gif: @jokersbabe27
Jerome x female reader (part 5)
Warnings: mentions of violence and murder, depression
Word count: 3378
*Later that day at the charity*
"Already excited for my show, doll?" Jerome grinned through his magician costume. you hated that costume. It hid Jerome's beautiful face with a shitty beard, his hairs were under a stupid wig and a black cylinder. And that tuxedo...gosh, you hated it thought not as much as the wig or the fake beard. The worst on it was his name...'Rodolfo'. You were disgusted by that name.
No magician in that universe would ever call himself like that! It sounds so ridiculous!
"Of course! Though I already know you'll be amazing as always." You smirked pressing a kiss on his cheek "Give them the best show they've ever seen!"
"That ain't be a problem for me" Jerome grinned "Even Hundini wouldn't have seen such a great show." You giggled at his comment.
"Without further ado, please allow me to present you the Great Rodolfo!" Immediately, Jerome walked on stage, everyone was applauding - even you. You were excited for how he was acting as a magician. Of course, you knew he was doing it well anyway. Jerome was professional. He could play every role in this Earth perfectly!
"Ha! Greetings ladies and germs," Jerome walked on stage "I am indeed the Great Rodolfo! Please ogle my lovely assistant. Ohh, for my first act, I'll require a volunteer. Let me see. Duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, goose!" Jerome pointed at Bruce Wayne, the richest orphan in Gotham that was hated by every villain - really, everyone wanted to kill him.
"Hello, young man. Does this handsome gentleman have a name?" You heard Jerome saying after she went out to the crowd to bring him back.
"Bruce." The boy responded.
"Bruce! Well, Bruce. This won't hurt a bit." He clapped two great blades together "Is there a doctor in the house?"
Jerome sticked one of the blades in the box along with the other one. The audience gasped, them applauded him.
While watching you were astonished about Jerome's well, acting. Nobody noticed it was him. Neither Bruce nor the other guests recognized anything. Almost unbelievable for you.
"Some people say Bruce has a split personality." Jerome laughed loud while Barbara brought the little kid back to his actual place "For my next illusion, I'd like to call to the stage esteemed Deputy Major Harrison Kane."
Barbara pushed a rolling table, covered with a tarp, forward that it stood in front of Jerome. She pulled the tarp back and you could see any kind of knives laying down there. You were thinking about what was coming next. Is Jerome still playing with him or is he about to kill that guy?
Barbara bended down making the others noticed the next illusion was incoming. But a mistake happened, her mask fell down.
They're fucked!! You thought panicking. If anyone of the guests recognized them, they all would have a big problem. People would call the police, others die, the police finds you and eventually become informed about Theo, as well.
But Barbara kept being professional. Nobody made a move to start panicking or to call the police. Everything stayed normal.
"By the way, nobody is getting out here alive." At first the crowd laughed because they thought he was just joking - of course, he did not. Jerome killed the Deputy and the gunfire started. People were screaming and hiding in hope they weren't the next victim.
You flinched a little in surprise, although you might have expected it. Who would Jerome not kill expect you? He killed his mother, now the Deputy Major...it was just a matter of time to see who was his next victim.
For you, that all was pretty exciting, but also a big feeling of unpleasantness came over you. This situation reminded you of the day Jerome kidnapped you. You had flashbacks. You fear, you uncomfortableness, the nervousness, the wish to go home...everything came back - you knew best how the victims felt right now, and.
And as the last time, something told you that this situation wouldn't turn out well.
You wanted to be with Jerome right now. You just wanted to hug him, you wouldn't care whether he liked it or not, you just needed it.
But you couldn't go to him. You promised him to stay backstage to watch his marvellous show. And you knew, as everyone else knew what would happen if you broke the promise. His mood would change again and you needed to see whether it would turn out well for you or not.
You just stared at your lover. Finally he took the cylinder from his head as the wig, his black mask and the beard. Finally he presented himself again. You couldn't help but smile. You saw him being excited, being happy. He was the star in the show as he was the boss. You loved to see this: him standing there calm and managing everything while around him was pure chaos.
He was so professional you thought.
Out of nowhere, another woman was brought on stage, it was Lee Tompkins.
She was handhuffed, her gaze expressed fear and panicking.
They probably have taken her from behind as she was about to call the cops to tell what was going on.
You saw Jerome gazing at her with a smile - immediately, you hated her. You hated how you Jerome looked at her, how he smiled at her. It looked the same as every time he was smiling at you.
"Hey, darling" You felt shivers down your spine and jealousy came over you as he said that, you hated when Jerome was acting kinda flirty with other women. You always got the feeling they'd be much better than you but you also that your thoughts are wrong "I need to borrow your phone for a moment. We wanna tell Jimbo how the show's going on, don't we?"
And so he called him:
"Sorry Jimbo, it's just little old me!" He said nothing for a moment, then "Are you outside? You are, aren't you?" He cackled" Oh, goody!"
"Breathe, James. I haven't touched a hair on your girlfriend's pretty head." See for yourself. This is live television after all." You heard Jerome laughing after he responded to 'Jimbo'.
Then Jerome and Barbara tied Lee up on that big wheel pretending to shoot her head. It was all to entertain the crowd, to make them love. No one loved though - besides you. You loved their show. It entertained you and you loved to see your lover in action.
"True, but not the point. Hey, let's talk about what I want." Jerome walked down the stage closer to the camera "$47 million, a helicopter, obviously, the dry cleaning I left at Mr. Chang's be careful, the man is a crook, and mm, I don't know, a pony. Uh, you got ten minutes or I start killing people. Remember this is being broadcast to every home in Gotham, so, don't let people die. Bye!" Jerome laughed into the phone as he hung up "I think that went well." Jerome looked at you giving you a wink with a smile.
"Enough! You need to pack up your pathetic little sideshow and leave!" You suddenly heard Theo yelling from the other side of the stage. You were confused. What was he doing here? He told them to do this! Or did this still belong to the show?
"Is that right?" Jerome asked with a smirk.
"It may be presumptuous to speak for all citizens of Gotham. But we are sick of you! You're a small, vicious man with a pathetic need for attention. Enough man, for God's sake, enough!"
You were even more confused about Galavan's words. Something was in the bush. In his tower he spoke in high claims of Jerome that he was the star in the show, that he trusted Jerome most that he'll do it. What was wrong now?
"I'm curious what your leverage is here, Mr.?"
"Theo Galavan"
"Well, Mr. Theo Galavan, if you don't sit down, uh, I'm gonna shoot you. In your face."
"I know there is some human decency left in you. If you need a hostage, take me. But let these people go home! To their families, to their children." Before Theo could continue his speech, Barbara knocked him out with a some kind of pan. You giggled for yourself, almost laughed loud. It looked so stupid for you how he fell on the ground. It was like in a real blockbuster.
"Boring" Barbara stated.
"Right" Jerome cackled loudly, then he made his way to you with a big grin in his face. Automatically you grinned, too.
"How do you like the show doll?" Jerome grabbed your hands and pulled you close to him. You felt a slightly blush spreading over your cheeks as he pressed his lips against yours. His hands grabbed your cheeks softly to intense the kiss.
"I love it! It's very exciting" You grinned wrapping your arms around his neck while he wrapped his arms around your waist "But I'm much happier about you not wearing this cruel costume anymore. It covered your face, I hated it."
Jerome just chuckled about your comment and kissed your forehead.
"I have an idea," You just raised your brows looking at him in interest "Wanna be the star in my show?"
"Of course I do!" You smiled wide before he pressed his lips against yours quickly, then you both walked out. Gasps filled the room, all eyes were on you. They all knew who you were. You were the missed girl everyone was looking for. They either thought you were dead or that you were left at a lost place. But now you stood there - healthy, happy, self-confident.
"I know what you all think: That's (Y/n)! What is she doing here?! Where has she been?! I tell you all a secret: She was with me all the time." Jerome grabbed your face soft making you giggle "She's gorgeous, isn't she? Always has a pretty smile in her face."
Barbara pulled a next man up on stage positioning right in front of you and handed you a gun. Then she placed an apple on the man's bald.
"You know how to hold a gun, doll?" Jerome grinned wrapping his arms around you from behind. You felt his lips and his warm breathe touched your cheek. It was giving you chills in arousal.
"I'm not that stupid, Jerome." You made sure the gun was loaded. You positioned yourself to keep stable and pointed the gun at the apple. That was what Barbara and Tabitha have taught you over the days you were at Galavan's.
The man in front of you was shivering with wide eyes, his sweat was dripping down his forehead. His eyes expressed fear and you could see he wished you didn't kill him.
"Hold very still." Jerome growled at the man, then he covered his eyes with one hand "I can't look! Someone tell me how it turns out."
You inhaled deeply and concentrated on the apple. But as you pulled the trigger, just water came out and splashed into the old man's face. At that moment, you thought that Jerome jerked you around with tell you time the star.
Jerome just sighed in annoyance grabbing your gun and gave you a new one assuring you that he didn't know the gun was fake.
"Damn! Turn around." The man looked at you in fear and turned around. With his eyes he literally begged you not to shoot or at least to hit the apple. He was about to stop moving as you shot the apple from his head. The crowd gasps in shock and relief that the guy wasn't dead yet.
"Whoo!" Barbara cheered happily. You knew she was proud of you that you didn't blame yourself and missed the apple. You were proud of yourself, too. You shot without hesitation, not even thinking of missing the apple and accidentally shoot the guy.
Every one else kept quiet tho.
"Well, clap!" Jerome shouted kinda aggressively to the crowd - then they did it. Nervously and fast. He laughed slightly pressing a kiss on your cheek "Well done, doll."
"Thank you, Jerome." You grinned. He took the gun out of your hands and placed it on the table with the knives. Then he kept staring at them for a while, you could see he was thinking about something.
"Do you know how to use a knife? Just wondering." Jerome smiled at you.
Before you could answer though, you saw Lee kicked Barbara in the stomach making her grunt.
As Barbara looked up at Lee, you could see fury was written in her face. She was angry, mad...these words just described a very small part of her feeling. It was incredible how much hate a person could express.
You looked at Lee. You could see she didn't give a fuck about her consequences.
"Haven't been ten minutes," Jerome hissed holding Barbara's arm tight that she was unable to stab Lee "We need to buy you a watch." Soon as Jerome turned around back to you Barbara punched Lee in her face. The crowd and you all gasped in surprise. Jerome instead, just looked at you shaking his head in disappointment what made you chuckle.
"Well, I think it's time for tonight's first official victim. You all know and love. Poor rich boy...Parents murdered in an alley, and my favorite volunteer: Where is Bruce Wayne?" Jerome claimed waiting for the little boy's appearance - he didn't come though. Everyone looked around for the boy hoping he would come. They, as you, knew what would happen if he did - someone will die.
"You know, I'm an orphan, too, Bruce? I killed my parents, though." Jerome spoke to the microphone, then stepped away from it "Where are you hiding?"
"Bruce!" Jerome screamed in anger making you flinch a little - you were always surprised about his temper. It came rapidly and was gone after a few seconds "Where are you buddy?!"
"That little kid's afraid of you, Jerome." You giggled wrapping your arms around his torso kinda in hope to calm him down a little. You had no idea his temper could ride that fast. "Give that boy some time to realize how much fun he's gonna have with you."
"We don't have time, right now. We have a plan to follow." Jerome grumbled looking around for Bruce and slightly pushing you away from him. In your eyes, Jerome was a mix of an infant and a monster or the evil itself. His impatience reminded you of a child that didn't get his will. And his eye expression expressed fury, evil and the strong wish to kill the kid. It was fascinating, and almost frightening.
"Kill his butler!"" Barbara suggested.
"Alright, last chance Bruce but it's about to get very butler-brainy out here." Jeromekept looking around. While that, some of Jerome's colleagues grabbed the butler's arms right pushing him forward to Jerome. He was an older tall man in a black tuxedo looking very concerned for the little boy - understandable.
"Brucey!" Jerome yelled looking through the crowd but the boy still didn't appear "I'm bored. Shoot the butler." Jerome turned to you with a grin, not even really paying attention to what was happening around him. He just wanted you.
"Stop!" Bruce claimed panicking and ran fast in front of the stage to his poor butler.
"Let's get this started, huh?" Jerome gasped pulling Bruce back while pointing a gun at his head "You! Check behind the curtain! Make sure no one's playing silly buggers"
One of Jerome's colleagues nodded and walked to the curtain. He moved it aside the entrance, he got shot.
"Drop the knife!" James Gordon shouted pointing a gun at Jerome, but he just laughed and pressed the young Bruce Wayne in front of his body, a sharp blade was pressed on his throat almost cutting his thin skin.
"I don't have a clean shot!" Gordon shouted.
"Stay calm, Bruce." The butler tried to encourage the little boy after he took a gun, as well, pointing it at Jerome. He totally ignored what Gordon said. His mind was all around Bruce.
"It seems like we've got ourselves a pickle." Jerome stopped laughing but pressing a knife against Bruce's throat. "What do you say Brucey boy? Wanna boost our ratings, huh?" Jerome cackled insanely again "Smile."
"I said enough!" All of a sudden Theo appeared behind Jerome. He looked mad, very mad. Again you got that feeling of uncomfortableness. And again you got that feeling that something bad will happen now. You saw it on his gaze. This devilish grin. Something was in the bush.
And you weren't wrong. Shortly after Jerome turned to him slowly, Theo stabbed a knife into his neck.
Everyone gasped in shock, you were the loudest though. You heart dropped, you couldn't move for the moment, your legs became weak, cat got your tongue - you weren't able to breathe normal. You felt poor as you stared at Theo's hand that pressed the knife in Jerome's throat deeper and deeper - and that all right in front of you. Your whole body shivered, you were about to throw up every minute.
Tears built up in your eyes and some even streamed down your cheeks. This couldn't be real, this mustn't be real! You couldn't loose him, not now, not again, not forever.
Things have happened not quite perfect and you were mad at him, you didn't want to be with him, you even hated him for a moment, you were afraid of him... everything. You could say for one moment he was your biggest fear in your life because you were scared he'd kill you every minute, or every time you did something wrong. But that faded, it was forgiven, your love was refreshed. It was stronger than the night you two met for the first time. Your connection was stronger than ever before - you knew you belonged together. Why else did fate decide to let you two meet again? Why else would you fall for him again? Why else did he all you his doll, his girl, his queen? That weren't just words...it was more, a lot more.
You knew Jerome couldn't show love as usual people did, but you knew he loved you. His soft side towards you, him trying to make you smile, him protecting you when Greenwood teased you or harassed you..,that was all real. He didn't act at all!
All the memories came up. His smile, how you two hold a conversation for the first time at the circus, you felt the warmth on you hand again when you remembered how he held your hand. You could feel his arms wrapping around your body, and you could hear him calling you 'doll'.
And all this was gone forever now.
"I know, I know." He pressed Jerome down to the ground "Im so sorry, Jerome. You have real talent. But now you see, the plot thickens. Enter the hero." You saw Theo grinning slightly.
You could kill him for what he has done to him - and to you. He took all your joy away, he ripped your heart in two and three it away that it shattered in thousands of pieces. He had to die in your eyes. He just deserved it. You wanted revenge. You wanted to make him feel what he has done to you. You wanted to make him feel how you felt - sad, broken, shocked.
"I was gonna be.." With his last breath and his last courage, he looked up to you still having a grin in his face. His mouth opened shortly as if he was about to say something to you, but too late.
He was dead - dead as your happiness, your joy, you will to live. Your heart felt so heavy that every beating was exhausting you, as your breathing. The world was spinning around you. You body and your psyche couldn't handle what has happened just a few seconds in front of you.
He died, your love, your everything - your Jerome. And he will never come back.
And you died - inside.
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