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theywhowriteandknowthings · 8 months

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Helloooooo friend ❤️

For your 500 celebration, I am requesting a non vampire monster fucking fic with any Pedro Boy of your choosing 🙏🏼

(maybe something w tentacles maybe? not required tho whatever you want man love you)

General Warnings: 18+, as is the whole of my blog, I will mark anything specific but be aware this is predominantly a smutty blog with plot. DNI if you are a minor. By reading further you have taken the responsibility to do so with the warnings I have given.

Specific Warnings: Dubcon/noncon, phereomones, tentacles, bondage, mind-fuck, alien sex, alient tentacles, Mind break (if you squint), unprotectred PiV (WRAP IT UP) , anal, DP, sex talk. Let me know if I missed anything!

Taungsdays, am I right?

“Cyar’ika.” A far away voice calls to you but you can’t seem to make it out, the word means something to you. It’s a precious word, but you just don’t remember why.

“Cyar’ika, please. Wake up.” The voice is clearer now, you know it, but it’s weird, not quite right. It’s clearer than you’ve ever heard it, but who? Whose voice is that calling so sweetly to you in the darkness?

Then you hear your name, crystal clear, uninhibited by a modulator, and you squeeze your eyes closed. It’s Din, your Din, your Riduur. But something is wrong, his helmet is off.

“Din?” You try, but your voice comes out in a rasp as you realise how dry your mouth is.

“Praise the Maker, you’re alive.” Din’s unmodulated voice sounds strained, like he’s in pain. You try and move your limbs but you can’t. Panic sets in and you whimper as you keep your eyes shut, you will not breach Din’s creed, not for something as trivial as fear.

Feel for him, feel his energy.

You think to yourself, meditating on the thought, of the essence of your beloved. He’s close, so close, yet there is something else, something writhing in the space between you. You flex your fingers, opening and closing them rhythmically as you try and get some blood flowing through your body. You’re restrained by your ankles and wrists, suspended somehow.

“Din, what’s going on? Where’s your helmet?”

“It was taken, Cyar’ika, look at me.” Din cries out in pain, and the terror that grips your heart forces your eyes open. Your heart catches in your throat as you see him, naked, strung up by maroon vines. They writhe and squirm over his body, coiled around his neck, sliding over his tan skin. You look down to see his cock, erect and weeping as a thick vine slides over his tip, pulling his foreskin back. Din grunts, his beautiful face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and anger.

You feel anguish and hatred deep in your core as you realise you’ve just seen his face for the first time, and dank farrik is he beautiful. The facial hair you had only ever felt in the dark confines of his cot is patchy, but well kept, a strong moustache framing his top lip. His angular nose hooking slightly, and you remember how it feels to have it pressed into your hair as he wraps himself around you.

“Din.” You sob, tears streaming down your face as you meet his sorrowful eyes; deep dark pools of liquid caf, an apology written across them as his grief mirrors your own. This was not how this moment was supposed to play out, you were waiting for the right time. But it’s all wrong, ruined. A precious memory taken from you before it had chance to bloom.

“It’s ok Mesh’la, it’s not your fault.” His tone is soft, none of his usual curt, practiced stoicism. It’s the voice he uses when he makes love to you in the pitch black in his bed. The one for when your bodies wound so tightly it’s hard to know where you stop and he begins.

“What’s happening?” You ask as you look down to see yourself similarly restrained, the thick maroon vines tight around your wrists and ankles. You realise that you were wrong before in your assessment, they aren’t vines, they’re tentacles. They throb occasionally and you feel bile rising in your throat at the idea of being so vulnerable hits you.

“We’ve been ensnared by something, took us both by surprise. It’s been, ah, touching me since I woke a short while ago.”

As if on cue, the tentacles restraining you slither across your skin, hot and wet it almost feels good but you force the intrusive thought out of your mind. A long, bulbous-headed tentacle winds into view and you hear Din shout something but it’s drowned out by the blood rushing in your ears. The tentacle peels open like a grotesque flower and a puff of silver powder spits into your face.

You splutter as the powder coats your skin, flows through your sinuses and sticks to your windpipe. It’s like being suffocated, the taste of bitter fruit and the smell of Spice drowning you as the tentacle recedes.

“What was that?”

“My guess? An aphrodisiac, they dosed me earlier and I’ve been stiffer than Beskar since.”

“Kriff, what are these things?”

You feel a stir of arousal wash through you and as a pair of tentacles snake up to your breasts, you want to feel disgusted, angry even. But the moment they curl around your stiff, pebbled nipples you cry out in pleasure.

“Din, I’m sorry.” You whimper as the slick, hot, swirling sensation reminds you of Din’s lips. It makes you imagine him on top of you, kneeling between your spread thighs in the dark, worshiping your body with his mouth and hands.

“It’s ok Cyar’ika, I feel it too.” Din’s voice is thick with strain as you watch a pair of tentacles work over Din’s thick length, another rolling over his tight balls. You’re jealous, jealous that it’s not you making him writhe against his restraints.

“Thinking of you, of us.”

“Let’s work through this together, talk to me Cyar’ika, let me know what you’re thinking about.”

“Thinking about how your mouth feels on my breasts, when you take my nipple in your mouth and suck, just right, like that.” You mewl as the tentacle seems to react to your words. It hardens and pinches at your stiff peak and you cry out, mouth agape as you feel slick drip down your legs.

“Yeah? Good, I’m thinking about that smart little mouth of yours, sucking my cock, cradling my balls, fuck, yes,” He groans your name and you whine at the sensation of a tentacle sliding between your legs. The length of it sliding through your slick folds as you twitch at the way it prods at your clit.

“Din, wish I could kiss you.”

“Me too Cyare, me too, just want to feel you, the real you.”

Then something changes in the atmosphere, a vibration ripples through your mind and you feel something sentient brush against your consciousness. You meet Din’s gaze and judging by the look on his face, he felt it too.

“Wait, these tentacles, I’ve seen something like this before.” You think aloud as you try and wrack your brain for information.

Before you can formulate a thought you feel another thrum of energy ripple through the air and the tentacles restraining you loosen and flex, bringing you together before letting go completely. You sob and fall into Din’s strong arms, he pulls you against him with a soft huff. His scent envelops you as your bodies press together desperately.

You feel a tentacle press against the base of your skull before a sharp pinprick of pain on your hairline. Suddenly a consciousness bleeds into your own and you see through the eyes of the creature, watching you and Din embrace, both with tentacles hinged to your spines.

“Din?”

“I’m here, I see it too.”

There’s a feeling ebbing and flowing through your minds, you can hear Din’s thoughts and you feel heat warm your cheeks as you feel like you’re intruding. Then you feel it, his consciousness poking back at yours, asking for entry, and you realise Din must have let you in. Your shame doused, you feel something stir deep in your chest.

You submit to his request and it’s like cold fire burning behind your eyelids, licking at your mind but not burning.

Then you both feel it, the pulsating intent of the creature as it gazes upon you and you think you finally understand what is happening.

“It’s a Marian,” You say without speaking, your thoughts bleeding across the psychic barrier between you, “Sometimes called a Bors.”

“They don’t usually uh, accost people like this though, right?”

“No, this is something strange, and I didn’t think Marian’s existed outside their home world.” Your mind wanders through the soup of three shared minds, wading through the freedom of being joined in such an intimate manner.

“Are you getting the same feeling I am?” Din asks as you absently leave open mouthed kisses against his chest, hands snaking up to dig your nails into the firm muscles of his back.

“It wants to fuck us, but wants us to fuck?”

“Mhm, you want that Cyare? Because I’m happy to go along with it if you are.”

“I don’t think we have much of a choice Din.” You huff as Din grinds his hips against you, his hard dick pressed into your stomach.

“No, but I’d much rather this be my choice, our choice, wouldn’t you?” He tilts your chin up with his thumb and forefinger. Your chest flutters with emotion as you let yourself gaze upon his face once again. This time there is no tug of shame, no sorrow. There is only joy, euphoria as you watch his cheeks dimple as he smiles down at you.

“Yes, I would, kiss me.” You reach up to cup din’s face with your hands, pulling him down into you as your lips fuse together.

Your mouth opens without prompt as you let him claim your mouth, his tongue hot and heavy as he licks into you. It’s as if you’d never kissed before, every synapse firing at full yolk as you groan into his mouth.

Din hoists you up like you’re featherlight and you wrap your legs around his waist as you thread your fingers through his hair. You tug lightly, causing Din to growl into your open mouth before nipping at your bottom lip. You yelp in pleasure laced with pain as he drops to his knees on the soft jungle floor, laying you down as he settles between your legs.

Tentacles wind around you both and you watch as they latch onto your nipples, curling around the stiff peaks as they pull and tug against them. You watch as a tentacle slides over Din’s body, nestling between his firm, pert ass cheeks. He shudders as the hot, sticky wetness teasing his tight asshole.

“This is new.” He grunts as he lines up at your core as you keep your hands on his face, savouring every moment of his exposed face.

“If you like it, we can try it out ourselves.” You wink at him as you feel a tentacle swirling around your own ass. Din has fucked your ass before so this wasn’t as daunting for you. You feel it breach your hole and you groan as Din follows suit, his cock stretching you out as you let out a strangled moan. You’re so full and you feel Din shake as he tenses up.

“Hey, Din, you’ve gotta relax,” You croon as you pull him down, your foreheads pressed together, you press a soft his to his lips as you rub your thumbs across his cheeks, “Focus on me, let go, fuck me baby, it’s alright.”

“Cyare, I’m sorry I can’t hold back.”

“It’s ok, use me, fill me up and make me scream Din.” You beg, already feeling your mind fogging over with bliss as you’re filled up and a tentacle comes to toy with your clit, the suction blinding as you pull Din down to kiss you as he lets out an animalistic snarl; his teeth clashing with yours as he fucks down into you with a fervour saved for nights where you’re blindfolded and bound to the side of the cargo hold, completely at his mercy.

“I love you Din, love it when you let go like this.” You breathe as you pull away, watching as his pupils dilate, his mouth open and hot breath fanning across your cheeks.

“Kar'taylir darasuum, Cyare.” He grunts as his face drops to your neck, his strong arms pushing your legs up against your chest. His broad palms anchored on the backs of your knees as he fucks deeper inside you. You cry out as the tentacle in your ass matches his pace. His teeth graze your skin before sucking against your sweat-soaked skin.

“Fuck it’s so deep.” Din grunts as his grip tightens on your legs, fucking harder and faster as you watch the tentacle inside him pulse and move in sync with all of your bodies. It’s all consuming, your mind and body unable to parse anything but the feeling of you all entwined.

“Din,” You whimper as your body trembles violently, “Going to come.”

“Come for me Cyare, let me feel you choke my cock.” He grunts, as you feel his hips stuttering as he nears his own release.

The pressure on your clit doubles and you are left mouth agape as your nipples are twisted and lapped at and the tentacle in your ass ripples rhythmically. You lace your hands through Din’s hair once more as you press your forehead to his, your mind going blank as you feel yourself coming hard around Din’s cock.

“Din.” You practically scream as he comes inside your pussy, the tentacle spurts into your ass, and you feel Din shudder as you know his ass is now filled with Mairan come much like your own. Din flops down on top of you, practically crushing you as you wrap yourself around him with all of your limbs.

The tentacles recede into the rainforest around you and the sound of nocturnal birds and insects chorus around you as the ethereal silence is broken.

“Are you ok?” Din breathes into your neck as you both pant heavily.

“Surprisingly, yeah, that was, something else.” You giggle and trace shapes over his bare back.

“That’s one way to put it.” He chuckles into your ear as he nips your lobe tenderly.

That’s when the fatigue hits you, Din falls forwards abruptly, forcing the air out of your lungs but before you can fight back you’re out cold.

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The sound of the air recyclers wakes you slowly, a familiar, mundane sound that you usually tune out. You jolt upright and assess your surroundings, you’re back on the Gauntlet, in the co-pilot’s chair. You’re fully clothed and you look over to see Din, fully clad in Beskar, seemingly still asleep. You look out of the Transparisteel cockpit to see the rainforest outside, exactly where you had landed before you got ambushed.

Din wakes with a jolt and immediately springs to his feet, drawing his blaster in a swift motion as his visor scours his surroundings before landing firmly on you.

“Din?”

“Cyare?”

You throw yourself against his Beskar breastplate, ignoring the sting of the harsh metal on your skin. Din wraps his arms around you in a crushing embrace but you don’t care. All you care about is that you were together.

“So that wasn’t just a dream then?” Din’s modulated voice is a strange comfort after the events of your tentacle encounter.

“No, are you ok?” You ask, not daring to pull away from Din, you can’t bear being parted for him for even a minute.

“Yeah, was actually pretty liberating,” He chuckles as he rests the chin of his helmet on your head, “What about you?”

“I’m strangely ok, for unintended sexual encounters that was the best of them.”

“And ours isn’t the top of that list?”

“Din, you may have been oblivious to my very obvious advances on you, but I definitely intended to fuck you that night on Corellia.”

“Good point.” Din admits with a hum that rumbles though your chest.

There’s a comfortable silence for some time, the two of you swaying to a silent melody as the light bleeds through the night sky. There’s something unspoken, a deeper connection left as a remnant of the psychic connection with the Mairan which excites you and makes your chest flutter.

“So, that offer, about trying the uh, butt stuff, ourselves, is that still on the table?” Din asks as he lets out a nervous laugh. You lean back, only enough to look up into his visor, pinning his body to yours as you try to discern if he was joking or not.

“I meant what I said.”

“Good, I’ll hold you to that.” Din lets out a soft huff of air as he pulls you back against him. The Beskar is now warm from your body heat and you lean into it.

“But din?”

“Hmm?”

“We need to get some lube.”

He growls affectionately and hoists you over his shoulder before heading towards the crew quarters. You kick and scream with abandon as you feign a struggle against his firm grip.

You smile to yourself as you try and process the bizarre turn of events.

Taungsdays, am I right?

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meowmeowmeowmeow4x · 1 month

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Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Part 9

MASTAPOST

Byleth trembled as the Guard gathered in the barracks later that night. He had been found floating belly up near the top floor after having sounded the alarm.

It wasn’t his fault! T-there was a s-s-SIREN. Right there! In front of him! It looked thin and waspish and starving, and he was sure it was gonna maul him to death right then and there. Did you see the teeth on that thing?! Byleth shuddered. His hand went to cover his gills. Imagine being chomped on the neck by that stuff. The stuff of nightmares.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, he wasn’t the only one terrified. Well, that was a little misleading. Byleth stood at attention in line with his fellow guardspeople, awaiting dismissal. The debrief was long and agonising, hearing details about how the siren lurked around unnoticed for hours, but most of his comrades were just irritated, or even disappointed. He glanced to the right, where Ableth was nursing his wounds from trying to tackle the little demon, and he wasn’t even fazed! Like, holy shit. If the siren got that close to him, he’d probably shit his pants right on the spot!

No, the one who was terrified was apparently the local administrator, currently having a ‘conversation’ (more like a shouting match) with their commanding officer out of sight, but definitely not out of earshot.

“It was a child! A baby! Do you even begin, begin to comprehend how bad this makes you, and by extension, me, look?! King Arthur will have our heads! Our heads!”

Their commander audibly sighed (which was a big yikes, considering how patient the guy was even on a bad day). “I understand your concerns, administrator, but this guard have done the best they can. The siren child was armed with weaponry the likes of which we have never seen before, and the raids have been tireless besides.”

“Blah blah blah blah do you even hear yourself? Maybe if you had trained these grunts better they wouldn’t have been out-matched by a toddler!” Byleth took offence to that. He’d like to see the office suit face up against that monster!

“Only one man was hurt, and he’ll be disciplined for his recklessness. The child did not set out to attack anyone, he was only stealing supplies, and fled when resistance appeared. It’s the same story as ever.”

“It sounds like your guards are as incompetent as ever!”

“The sirens have no way to access such advance weaponry. Do you understand what this means? If we don’t speak up, what will we do when a proper war band appears, each bearing these weapons? How many towns will they have razed before your dead spirit will be ready to admit the consequences of this cowardice?”

The administrator sputtered. The ridiculous loss of composure, and the raucous laughter of Byleth’s friends helped sooth the abject terror of a hundred more sirens appearing out of the ravines. By Poseidon spare them!

Line breakening~~

With the adrenaline running low, Damian ran on fumes as he twisted through the ravine, tracing back his fin-strokes to the cave where he’d left Phantom. Against all odds, he found it, and almost cried in relief. Throwing his newly acquired loot to the floor, Damian let his body drop like a cold iron, and passed out.

Danny felt pain. Like, all over. Everything hurt. Normally he’d be able to heal any injuries he got while siren fighting, and what a blessing that was. He wasn’t sure just how dense his parents could be, but he didn’t want to test it. The aching agony all over his body reminded him just how little he ate that morning, and man was he regretting it. Stupid Skulker and his stupid hunting dog dolphins. His stupid hunting doglphins. And stupid Damian for making him come close.

Well, that was a little harsh. He couldn’t blame the kid for believing the dolphin propaganda. They had a tight grip on the world, man.

The smell of blood prickled his nose. Danny shot up, fully awake. “Damian where ar-”

There the kid was, collapsed against the rocky floor of their makeshift hideout. Beside him, bags and satchels spilled out with food, bandages and weapons?! Guilt rocked up Danny’s body. Did Damian go hunting for food while he was unconscious? The kid’s tiny body was littered in bruises, and raw patches where the scales barely healed over. His sail was bent at an awkward angle too. Where the hell did he go?! Where did he get weapons?

No wait. Danny came closer and sniffed the loot closely. You had to be kidding him. There were Atlanteans nearby?! Part of Danny very much doubted the idea that the Atlanteans, probably the number 2 siren haters in the world aside from his parents, would just hand Damian a gift basket if he asked them to. So he stole from them?

Jazz would call this catasrophising, but she wasn’t around, so Danny felt pretty justified in panicking a little. Like, what was he thinking?! The Atlanteans would’ve skewered him without a second thought.

A small whimper caught his attention. Danny’s mental disaster train screeched to a halt. Damian was shivering, violently. Oh right. It was like, midnight or something in a deep ocean ravine. The kid was probably freezing. And if he wasn’t healing, that meant he was low on nutrients, and even lower on body heat.

Right, needed to care for the kid. Crap. He was planning on staying near the surface for most of the trip. A blanket was big and cumbersome and he didn’t have much storage space on him.

But goddammit if he let the kid freeze to death on his behalf. Resigning himself to a fate of being bitten once Damian woke up, Danny picked up the tiny, fragile guppy, and tucked him underneath his fins. As Danny began to eat his fill, he wondered just what kind of person he was going to be swimming across two oceans with, to be brave enough to go out singularly into the unknown…

Damian awoke to the sound of chewing, and gentle purring. He missed Alfred the cat. Poor kitty. He probably missed Damian too. It’s ok, Damian can make it up to him. He’ll give the little kitty all the pets and grooming he could ask for.

A weight settled on his hair, and- oh… oh that was so good. He didn’t know Alfred could pet him too. Maybe this was one of the good endings to his life, one where he’d spend life as a kitten, without a care in the world. That would be so nice, just being there and safe and warm. The hand stroked and straightened his hair, and it snaked down to where his ears were and scratched them. It was pure heaven. Damian thought that such a place would be forever closed off to him, but maybe the world had decided to be kind…?

“Woah, you’re actually lowkey super adorable like this.” Alfred said. Why did Alfred the cat sound like a pasty-faced teenage boy? He’d always imagined him like the real Alfred: prim, proper, distinguished.

“You sound strange, Alfred.” Damian mumbled. The hand scratched his ear again, and Damian’s purring intensified. “Please return to your proper voice at once.”

“Dude, I have no idea who that is.”

Nonsense. Damian had named his cat after a very distinguished man, and let him know it every time he saw him. How could he not know his own name?

“That is preposterous. You are Alfred the cat, my esteemed pet and loyal member of the family.”

Aflred the cat snorted. He snorted. “Oh my god that is so gold. I’m going to hold this over you literally until you grow old and wrinkly.”

Damian felt… offended. That was so mean! Why would Alfred the cat say such a thing, to him, Damian, his owner and friend! Damian always made sure to treat his pets with the care and respect they deserved, and this is what he got!?

“B-bad kitty. You will be disciplined.”

And Alfred the cat just kept laughing! Alright, the air of relaxation evaporated as Damian started getting annoyed. He opened his eyes, ready to teach his wayward cat some manners when-

The last 24 hours caught up again. Before him was not Alfred the cat, as he had thought, but Phantom completely healthy again, lying on his back, laughing his heart out. Almost literally, too. Damian watched as Phantom’s still beating heart, and water-filled lungs bounced and jiggled inside his chest cavity with each half-choked laugh. It was mesmerizing, and kind of nauseating.

Suddenly Damian couldn’t find it in himself to be angry, just an overwhelming feeling of relief.

“Phantom!” He cried out, voice almost cracking. Phantom tackled him into a hug, and Damian only put up a token resistance. It just felt so… right. “You are… You have recovered from your injuries.”

“It’s Danny, actually.” Phantom, er- Danny, said, voice soft, quiet. Almost vulnerable… “Danny Phantom. Most people just know the Phantom part.”

Danny… Daniel…. “I was foolish. I should not have ignored your warnings. Forgive me, Daniel.”

“Hey now, don’t you start picking up the Fruitloop’s habits. It’s never Daniel. Just Danny. Daniel’s a randomass human name, but Danny’s mine.”

“It does not change the fact that it sounds like a nickname. I… I do not do nicknames.” Damian said. Normally he paraded this fact as a matter of pride. With Richard, Drake, even Kent. Now, with Daniel encompassing his body in warmth, he felt strangely small.

“And I don’t do self-deprecation. So what about a deal? I’ll forgive you, if you promise to call me Danny.” The older boy said, voice leaving no room for argument. And yet, the playful tone underneath it gave Damian something akin to comfort. The way Richard did in the early days, despite Damian’s barbs and open threats.

“Very well, D-Danny.” Damian forced out. The name felt alien on his tongue. “This is a privilege few can boast to.”

Daniel- no, Danny, chuckled again. “You sound like a kid saying a swear for the first time and they’re really scared of being caught.”

“I am not a child.” He was never allowed to be.

“You are crazy though. And reckless. And that’s coming from me!”

Ah, so Danny figured it out. “You noticed the smell of Atlantean.”

“What were you thinking? They hate sirens. With a capital H.”

“I will not apologise for my actions in there. You needed food. It was my own poor judgement that got you injured, so it was my responsibility to rectify that.”

Danny was quiet for a moment. “I’m really trying to channel that ‘angry because I’m worried about you’ energy that my sister does, but you’re making it really difficult. Now I just feel bad.”

“They posed no threat to me. It was an easy operation.” Damian said. Danny sighed again.

“What am I gonna do with you? Outside of taking you home, that is.”

“For one, you could unhand me.” Damian’s words were hollow, even to him.

“And let you freeze to death? No chance. Now come on. The sun’s about to rise, and you need your breakfast.”

“Have you eaten enough yourself?” It would not do to let this foolish teenager hurt himself for Damian’s sake again.

“Dude, I’m like triple your size and age right now. It’s my job to be worrying over you.” Damian harrumphed.

It felt nice to be cared for again.

LINE BREAK BABY

Bruce hung up the phone. Dick was about ready to riot, and the others were on a wire-thin line too. It was one of the most exhausting calls he’d done in his life, but it had to be done. He wasn’t going to leave his family in the dark, not after Jason.

It wasn’t just he who had potentially lost a son, however. In his hours of maddened searching, he’d glossed over the fact that the son of local siren hunters, the Drs Fenton, had also gone missing. Tim was already on the case, sifting through thousands of hours of CCTV footage to analyse the kid’s behaviour of the course of the last six weeks. Two unrelated boys going missing at the same time. And one boy had been displaying suspicious behaviour for months before hand. Something was up.

And so Bruce straightened his tie. He refused to wear any form of black. Not now, not yet, while there was still hope to be clung to. His trip to Fentonworks was in part to share condolences, and in part to investigate. Wherever Damian was, the clues lay somewhere surrounding Daniel Fenton.

He just hoped Damian had to be ok. If this hope died, Bruce felt like he might die with it.

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yuri-is-online · 1 month

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I love the Fyuuture kid au. Could I ask for Ace!yutu, the idea of Yutu getting second hand embarrassment at Ace's flirting attempts makes me laugh so much, just yutu standing there watching ace self sabotage himself when it comes to Yuu wondering how Yuu and Ace managed to get together in the future. (Yutu has definitely judged his father a few times in silence)

Another thing that lives rent free in my head when thinking of Ace and Yutu is when Ace finds out that Yuu is basically dead in the future. That has to be a crushing discovering for him considering that he's (and Deuce) very protective of Yuu

(also the idea of Deuce's future co workers deciding that Yuu is a danger and basically cursed Yuu to die has to make him feel uneasy about weather he'd want to work for a company that basically sentenced Yuu to die once everything is resolved but that's a conversation for another day)

notes: they/them used for Yuu, for context on the fyuuture kid au can be found here and here.

Slight bit of clarification, the Magical Marshall's appear to be a government organization, or perhaps a type of law enforcement that each government has? The way Deuce spoke about it made me think they sound similar to a counter terrorism unit, but either way your point still stands. While Deuce never gets the complete picture of what happened to Yuu, he still knows in his heart it was his office that hurt them, and it's extremely difficult for him to live with. The office stands by it's decision to the bitter end, no matter what he says or how many monster attacks are reported. And if he gets too annoying, well they already made you disappear.

And with that lovely thought let's talk about Ace!

Ace! Yutu is a fairly normal kid. He doesn't really have friends, maybe a discord buddy or two who he plays games with, but no one he really trusts to talk with about his family situation. And he does see it as a situation, Yuu might be doing their best to make things normal for the two of them but the entire situation just stinks. Yutu knows there's something wrong with it but he can't put his finger on what…

Very smart. He taught himself how to count cards and got in trouble at school more than once for running blackjack games where he took a bunch of money from his classmates. Not his fault they suck at cards! And sure he could just cheat like normal (he's just as good at cutting the deck as dear old dad) but it's much more fun to do something technically legal. It makes people that much more mad, which he finds really funny.

He tries to not talk about his dad that much, though he might make a joke or two about fatherless behavior. Much like Cater! Yutu, he assumes that his dad is probably dead and while he's very curious, he's reluctant to poke at Yuu's memories for fear of causing them more pain. When he does think about his dad he tends to romanticize things, Yuu's description of him makes their relationship sound really sweet. Marrying his best friend sounds great to Yutu, his dad must have felt really lucky to have managed to obtain that.

Getting isekaid doesn't phase this Yutu at all. He was already so convinced something was off back in your world, learning he was a mage and all about Yuu's adventures just confirms all of his assumptions. Getting placed into Heartslabyul and being told that was Ace's dorm thrills him, doubly so when he gives Crewel his first migraine and gets told he's just like him. That's not to say Yutu is completely happy about his situation; his father is dead (Yutu refuses to acknowledge the monster wearing his face as a person) and Yuu effectively died ages ago, the curse placed on them just drew it out for a cruel amount of time. Yutu's angry, and what's worse is that he doesn't really have one person he can fix the blame on. He wishes Yuu or Ace were alive so he could ask who they blame, who he needs to seek out to get them justice. When the others propose traveling back in time he leaps at it without a second thought.

Crewel does try to tell Yutu about his dad, but his descriptions sort of go over Yutu's head until he actually meets him. To be fair to Yutu, he's not completely off in his assumptions about how Ace felt about Yuu, it's obvious that Ace was smitten with his parent from the start but he doesn't fully understand the denial Crewel is talking about. The blot monster Ace became is very cocky, and excels at misdirection so why would he be shy about flirting with Yuu?

Well maybe shy isn't the right word for whatever he's looking at now. Ace is reluctant to leave Yuu's side, but he has so many excuses as to why that it hurts his soul, wouldn't it just be easier to say "because I'm worried about you?" Instead of insulting Yuu's ability to take care of themselves and joking about you needing him but only joking! It's not like he really wants you to! And don't get him STARTED on all the little excuses Ace finds to touch you. It makes him seriously reconsider his whole opinion on wanting to marry his best friend thing because god if this is level of pathetic what it takes he doesn't think he could cope.

He assumes (maybe correctly) that Yuu is the one who made a move on Ace and that's how they got together in his timeline, something that high-key offends Ace when he finds out and he encourages you to be honest with Ace if you ever open up about your frustrations with him. That doesn't mean he ever gives Ace a break though, Ace is already suspicious of Yutu's intentions towards Yuu but his constant dunking on him has earned him Deuce's respect, so now he's lost both of his friends! What the hell guys you're supposed to be on his side!

Ace's distrust of Yutu doesn't bother Trappola Jr at all. On the contrary he thinks it's a good thing, the more he interacts with the first year group the more he appreciates how solid of a head Ace has on his shoulders. It doesn't make up for him being cringe, but it does make Yutu think he could maybe trust his dad with the truth.

I don't think any of the boys take the reveal of what Yutu's future is like well, but Ace's is especially bad. He thinks about all of the close calls he has seen you have, how afraid he was when he got those messages from you over Winter break, the S.T.Y.X. attack, every overblot he has ever seen, and now his own child is telling him that you made it through all that and his bad attempts at flirting but didn't get a happy ending. He has the same set of emotions that Yutu does, anger and grief that he has no one to really blame for. Yutu is sad he doesn't have an answer but grateful he isn't alone anymore.

The reveal makes Ace's teasing actually insufferable, he's so fucking cocky now that he knows you liiiiiike him back. See that boy over there? Actually living proof that you're into him, kinda cringe actually! He bets you used to have a crush on him too (just turn it around on him if you're in public he will melt.)

They like to try and out play each other in cards, Ace can't card count but he is better at reading people and better at cutting the deck so they have a pretty even win loss ratio. Yutu isn't above whining to Yuu about how his dad is being mean if he's on a losing streak, something that makes Ace fold quicker than he'd like. Neither of them will ever admit it out loud but they have a silent competition for your affection, Ace thinks you should be cheering for him since he's your future husband and Yutu thinks that you should cheer for him because he is capable of being honest about his emotions. When Grim starts whining for attention they call a truce and fight him instead.

Speaking of Grim, he has a relatively good opinion of Yutu in general based off seeing him as Henchuman 2 but when he finds out Ace is his dad? Respect ended he always knew that Yutu kid was a loser... all those times he refused to get him tuna make so much more sense now!

Learning about the future makes Ace even more protective of Yuu, and he doesn't make it much of a secret either. There's something about learning that your partner is supposed to die that makes you care a lot less about what your classmates think. That protectiveness extends to Yutu, but Ace is a bit more subtle with that. He understands that he isn't the version of himself that the kid needs to hear from, that he might not be able to give Yutu the support he needs but he loves the kid so much it sort of scares him. He's really looking forward to getting to be with Yuu and Yutu in the future, and if that means he has to put a little extra work in then so be it.

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ace trapolla x reader #ace trapolla x yuu #aceyuu #future kid au

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Hi! If it's possible can I request a version of f!Mc and friends with Rook or Azul? (whichever is easier to write) I’m loving the series thank you for writing it! (o^ ^o)

Rook👏 it👏is👏. He may not be in my top 5 but there is SOMETHING about him. He is so predictable but for that the man goes full out. Literally wears his heart on his sleeve so much that there is no need to think about what he would ponder to himself/keep to himself. Nah. The guy has no filter, he just does and says it👏. Rook also holds nothing back and is kinda crazy?? And too much into his 'hunter' thing?? It's great for writing though, I can also go full out lol

Female!MC and Friends - Rook Hunt

Wohohohoho. Rook Hunt.

A true enigmatic yet predictable charmer from beginning to end.

He is awfully nice and kind despite his oddball behaviour. Loyal to a fault while knowing which side to choose. His view of 'beauty' proves itself to be more than just superficial.

He sees it in everyone equally. Including you...

When He Spends Helloween With You...

Oh boy. Hoooo boy! Someone tell wannabe Dracula that this is just cosplay!

Rook lives for the vampire act - so much so that he seems to become one. No other needed to bite and turn him - he has the passion for it all on his own.

Beginning from when dusk fell and stalking through the dorm and the makeshift graveyards, dancing under the stars as he hovers close and closer to all that appraoch him carelessly...while greeting them with his fangs...

It's quite ironic. Since he was always so keen on hunters, you'd think he'd rather hunt monsters than become one. Au contrair! Rook is open for all kinds of roles...

The guy sticks close and attempts to scare you with the classic Dracula stick - his shadow passing by the bushes, seeing a glimpse of his cape as he ever so slowly stalks behind you and hands goofily shooting up like in a cartoon.

"It is quite late for young ladies such as yourself to roam around..."

Rook. Please.

You are no Dracula, Alucard, Nosferatu - whatever it is, you ain't it.

Well, if you are able to say that. Perhaps it does spook you to have someone creep up from behind but seeing it's just Rook, you are sure to calm down.

He might ask for candy but is definitely the type to tend to give you sweets instead. Mademoiselle, you look terrifiyingly beautiful! (get it) Here, take these sweets!

However, will also ask you to give your best scare! A monster is only truly a monster when their heart is wicked, no? And wicked hearts terrifiy humans.

Will give a little laugh when you fail. Not out of mockery but, hey, you did try! Still, have some candy. Don't tell Vil.

Doesn't stop talking about Helloween. The makeshift horror, the beauty of the night, the calling of darkness, the mieschief when it comes to candy...he's really living it. Would like to have you enjoy the night as much as he does.

A haunted house? Oh my, how exciting! We cannot let such a moment not be seized! To the horrors!

Gracefully links his arm with yours. He is still a charmer as ever and insists that vampires are one of the most charming monsters out there. So he cannot disappoint you~

Winks as he takes your hand and guides you into the lion's den~ Fear not, this vampire shall protect you.

Treats you a bit as a damsel in distress mixed with his captive. Vampires are graceful and gentlemen but also...selfish. Lonely. Longing. Monsters.

Well, only if you are into vampires as well!

It's hard to imagine him getting scared but rather indulges in these spooks. Heartily laughing. Tres bìen! How wonderful this terror is! Everyone put such effort into everything!

Takes you under his cape. Does mademoiselle seek shelter in his magical cape?! Calm down Rook

Protects you but keeps reminding you that accepting his protection is accepting to become his~

Rook. Pls. Bro, come on.

When He...Proposes To A Ghost?!

GASP

ROOK WAS BORN FOR THIS.

No matter if alive or not, Rook will be sure to have everyone get the love they deserve!

A great romanticist. It is all so beautiful, all so magical. Like in a fairy tale! Oh, he'll gladly play prince charming!

And of course to be worthy for the great, dead princess, Rook will be sure to ask you to practice with him. You do not even need to do much! Just play the part and see if you'll fall in love with him.

Rook is something more, distinctively more than just a mere prince charming. His actions, his words, his gifts are something no royal would think of, the most lovesick fool would not think of! The play and the dozens upon dozens of poems he thinks of in a span of minutes and the flowers he so gently plucks the thorns off before offering them to you - you might actually fall for him!

Don't tell him that though. He might not stop.

It is...confusing for the heart. He treats you not like nobility, but like royalty, a red rose in a maze of daisies. The names he so fondly bestows you seem even more...longingly dreamy, as if the mere utter of your nickname feels like sculpting your perfect face. He shall say it perfectly with the utmost love as to not to insult you.

His dance movements are swift and light, his poems escape his lips like birds out of cages and even his gaze seems so....genuine?

This is what it makes it so hard. Rook is through and through genuine.

The most candid student you know and just like his openness, his kindness is abundant.

The princess MUST fall for him! There is no other perfect match!

"Oh, you think so? Mademoiselle, your praise delights me and makes my heart free like a bird! ...But, I'd rather stay here with you."

OMG OMG OMG HUUUH???!?!?!?!?!

WAIT WAIT WHAT DOES HE MEAN

When He...Hunts You Down...

Oh, my, oh my...what a predicament.

In this Beans Fest, it looks like Rook will be the monster and you the hunter...yet you do know that it really isn't the case, right?

Rook will always be the hunter. Of guards. Of monsters. Of your heart.

Try to trick him, try to find him. You are supposed to be the one playing the hero yet Rook takes the initiative like it is his instinct.

Finding you is his instinct.

He takes a certain glee and excitement while playing this wonderous game! Why, he cannot stop himself from chasing and challenging you!

Deep in his heart, the thought of you being his prey is exciting~

Go on, do your best!

Things do get...odd.

You often find yourself facing Rook several times in the forest all alone.

He appraoches you and exchanges words and tips...some of survival, some of how to hunt down his own teammates and their weaknesses.

You joke how this feels like a meeting between enemies...but more like between opposing phantom thieves or rivals in a game.

Magnifique! Exactly like that, sustain an energy just like that!

He'll play around but he does not really wish to defeat you...he kind of wants you to win. But alas, he might as well have his fun and meet up with you. A forbidden love between two opposing teams spiced up with excitment and a clear winner.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #request #rook hunt #female!mc #rook hunt x reader #rook hunt twisted wonderland

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Shapeshifter Part 2

Part 1

Y/N, as it turned out, had more energy than almost all of Nikolai’s crew. Mal batted her away when she transformed into a cat, leaping onto his back as he walked across the ship towards the rail of it. Nikolai watched in amusement, allowing her to perch on his shoulder when another quick flash turned her into a small, white and grey hawk. She pecked him lightly on the side of his head before settling in, already having had decided that the prince was her favorite person on this ship.

“We should discuss the plan,” Mal said, eyeing the hawk in annoyance. She’d been terrorizing him all day, first as a rat sitting on his chest when he woke up, causing him to fall out of his hammock in shock, then as a snake that wound around his neck while he was trying to eat breakfast.

Everyone else seemed to find it infinitely funny, Y/N most of all, but Nikolai had been hoping to see her real face at some point that day. He couldn’t stop thinking about her last night—could hardly sleep as his mind drifted back to that white wolf form of hers and her strange power.

“When we sail in, we’ll take a group and attack together. Alina should be the one to kill it, but if it’s too vicious, it might not matter who ends the creatures life.” Nikolai said, pointing out at the eerie looking island in the distance. Was it his imagination, or did the hawk on his shoulder seem to burrow closer into his neck? “I hope you like fancy weapons, tracker friend.”

“What about her?” Mal asked, gesturing to Y/N. She snapped her beak at his outstretched fingers with a sassy click. “There’s got to be a way for her to help.”

“I’m not going to risk her life unless she offers it.” Nikolai argued, giving the shifter a glance. Mal mumbled something incoherent and strode away, headed to Tolya and Tamar to discuss the plan. Nikolai’s voice softened when he spoke, his eyes pinned on the distant island. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. This is going to be dangerous, and I’d rather not have the last shifter in the world die on my watch.”

The hawk seemed to ponder his words and then flew off, ducking inside the door of his office. When she emerged, sipping a glass of water with his shirt back on, she walked over to him barefoot, already staring out at the horizon as well.

“I might not be the last one.” She offered, tilting her pretty head at him. “But I’m definitely not letting you go alone.”

“You’d be safer here.”

“I can protect you, princeling.”

He rolled his eyes but smirked, glancing away from her. When he spoke again his tone was serious, tension crossing his shoulders.

“Hell of a way to die, though.” He said, casting her a sidelong glance. “A sea whip. Saints save us.”

“What does it look like?” She asked, and he tugged a sketching of the monster out of his jacket. When she saw it, her face paled. It looked like…and those teeth.. “No.” She scoffed. “You’re not going to fight that thing.”

“And why not?”

“Risking my chances of marrying a pirate prince? Very selfish of you.”

Nikolai grinned when she knocked her shoulder against his, her smile purely feline. But his expression sobered, and he gave her a questioning look.

“You’re coming with us, then?”

“No.” She said simply, her expression suddenly grave, and cast a look over to Alina and Mal. They had been her only companions for the past few days, and though she enjoyed annoying the hell out of them, they were also the only friends that understood what having power was like, what being feared was like, that she’d had in a while. “I’m not going with you. Because you aren’t going.”

The prince had all of five seconds to register her words before the girl hoisted herself over the rail and dropped into the ocean, disappearing completely under the waves. Nikolai shouted as Mal and his crewmates sprinted over, gasping in shock at the shifter that had just leaped over the side of the boat.

“Where the hell is she going?” Mal demanded, glaring at Nikolai like it was his fault. “I thought she was scouting not—”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence.

Not when a beast, so similar to the sea-whip and just as terrifying, flew out of the water and arced over the ship. Nikolai gaped up at it, it’s gigantic, menacing size, before it crashed down into the sea on the opposite side, spraying them with saltwater.

“Saints,” Alina gasped, watching as the beast’s body rippled just under the surface, swimming at a rapid clip towards the sea-whip’s caves. “She’s going to get herself killed. She’s been shifting all morning.”

“Can this ship move any faster?” Mal demanded, face paling, and Nikolai nodded mutely before rushing towards the wheel.

***

It took them five minutes to reach the entrance to the caves. Five minutes. And waiting there, on the beach, was…was…

“Y/N!” Mal shouted, tossing himself off the side of the ship and swimming towards her. Nikolai cursed to high heavens before he followed, Toyla complaining behind him that no one exited the ship in the civilized way, before going after his captain.

A monster lay on the beach. Huge, daunting, teeth gleaming in the sunlight. It was dead, huge bite marks gouged into its neck, and Nikolai shuddered as they approached.

“Where’s Y/N?” He searched around, the shifter no where in sight, when Alina suddenly shrieked. Nikolai jolted forward, running to the Sun Summoner’s side, then froze, ice filling his veins at the sight before him.

Y/N lay unconscious on the ground, every inch of her body exposed, with a deadly looking wound on her left leg. From thigh to knee the flesh was ripped, teeth marks marring her flawless skin. Blood pumped horrifically fast from the wound and all Nikolai could do was stare, gaping, down at the shifter who had risked her life for his entire crew.

She had killed it, had done the task for them, but it may very well have dragged her right after it into the underworld.

“Fucking move.” Mal cursed, knocking the prince out of the way. He tugged his shirt off and wrapped it as tight as he could around the injury, only for blood to soak the fabric in a mere second. Then he bundled her up in his coat and lifted her, holding the girl tight against his chest as he moved back towards the ship.

And Nikolai only gaped after them, his head reeling, the tang of blood in the air hot and heavy in his nose.

***

Y/N woke up from the worst nightmare of her life, only to enter a worse one when she opened her eyes.

She’d never been in so much agony. Had never shifted into something so big before; she had never been so reckless. And for strangers.

Truthfully, she was tired of a meaningless existence. Of stealing scraps of food from strangers, of being on the run, of spying or sneaking around or working for criminals that took advantage of her gifts. She wanted to mean something, so she wanted to protect her new friends.

And she wondered briefly if she might have actually died and this was what hell was like.

“Y/N.” A male voice said, groggy with sleep, and she tried to sit up. But a gasp of pain make her vision blur; fire seemed to burn down every inch of her skin, and her leg—she was terrified to look. “Hold on, just—just hold on.”

It was Nikolai, and a moment later, after some shuffling, she felt a prick of pain in her leg that made her cry out. She smacked at him, damn the agony the movement caused, but after a couple of heartbeats a sense of calm washed over her and the pain eased.

She groaned and laid back again, closing her eyes to welcome the bliss of a break from the torture. Nikolai moved close and scanned her face, setting down the injection he’d given her on his side-table. Sunlight leaked in through the windows of his bedroom. How long had it been?

“Do you need help sitting up?” He offered, and she nodded, allowing him to put an arm around her and prop her up on the pillows. She was shivering, damp with sweat, and she knew she had a fever. “You’ve been out for three days.” He said, his voice quiet and tight, and she gave him an incredulous look.

“How did—” she took in his face, his handsome features warped with pain and fear. “You saved me.”

“You saved us.” His laugh was unamused, and he reached out, resting the back of his hand against her forehead before he filled her water glass. “Why the hell would you do that? You don’t owe us anything.”

She remembered the sea-whip, the way it had roared in challenge. But she had overestimated it’s size, and overpowered the smaller monster easily when she’d tried to replicate the drawing he’d shown her. She snapped it’s neck, but not before it sank it’s rotten teeth into her thigh and almost tore her leg off.

She remembered the agony, the way that she barely made it two steps before she shifted back into her human form, and blacked out.

“I told you,” she laughed softly, taking a sip of water. “I like pirate princes.”

The expression on his face and the heat in his eyes told her he wanted to kiss the hell out of her, but his eyes moved down and he flinched at the sight of her leg. She looked down too, and nearly fainted. Her leg was covered in stitches, large gauge marks that had stayed when she’d shifted back sewn together, her flesh marred and ugly. The bleeding had stopped, but the bruising…the sight of the black thread in her skin…

She barely stifled a sob with her hand before she looked away, trying to focus on anything—anything but the ugly wound that she knew would scar. For the rest of her life, that marred flesh would transfer to any form she shifted to, marking her skin with the proof of her fight with the sea-whip. She was lucky they hadn’t amputated the limb, but she was vain, and was mortified that the prince beside her had seen her in such a destroyed state.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He told her, reaching out to grip her hand. “I owe you my life. I owe you a debt I can never repay.”

She wiped her eyes with her free hand and looked at him, at the prince who she’d sacrificed her life for. He truly was gloriously handsome. And he was kind, she noticed, and he’d done his best to take care of her.

“Just keep the pain-killers and broth coming, prince, and we’re even.”

The relieved smile that crossed his face that she was even able to be playful right now warmed her chest. He stood, moving to grant her request and scrounge up some broth for her, when she called out to him, stopping him at the door.

“And Nikolai?” She asked, voice sweet. He glanced over, raising a brow. “What Im healed, you owe me a date.”

His grin was stunning, and she laughed when he shook his head at her, amused.

“I’ll do more than go on a date with you, sweetheart.” He teased, giving her a searing up down. “I can teach you everything I learned to do to women in the five years since you last saw me.” When her face reddened, he added, “that’s a promise.”

Then he left, and she tucked the blankets under her chin, knowing there was no way in hell she was letting that pirate prince go.

#shadow and bone #six of crows #wattpad #nikolai lantsov #shadow and bone imagine #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai x reader #shapeshifter #Grisha

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"IT'S JUST THE BEAST UNDER YOUR BED. IN YOUR CLOSET, IN YOUR HEAD" ⸻ RYOMEN SUKUNA

◈ SYNOPSIS︙ Many people didn't survive his wrath. Once he found his way inside of your head, in your dreams. Being in a vulnerable state meant death, whenever Ryomen Sukuna was close by. So many rumors were heard about him being the most terrifying killer out there. God, he didn't even exist, it was just in everyone's dreams. However, no one survived if he made an appearance. And that damned night… it happened to you… and your best friend. You had never seen such terror in your life before. But again, it was your fault in the first place.

◈ PAIRING︙ Ryomen Sukuna x fem!reader

◈ GENRE︙ dark content, horror, smut, nightmare on elm street kinda AU

◈ WORD COUNT︙ 2k

◈ WARNINGS︙ dark content, horror, blood, murder, smut, monster fucking?, Oral sex (Fem!recieving), Dom!sukuna, sub!reader, fem!bodied reader, rough sex, penetrative sex, incubus nightmare, unprotected sex, scratching?. Let me know if I missed any!

◈ AUTHORS NOTE︙ I need to calm down with the DC💀

REBLOGS & FEEDBACK APPRECIATED!

Many people didn't survive his wrath. Once he found his way inside of your head, in your dreams. Being in a vulnerable state meant death, whenever Ryomen Sukuna was close by. So many rumors were heard about him being the most terrifying killer out there. God, he didn't even exist, it was just in everyone's dreams. However, no one survived if he made an appearance.

And that damned night… it happened to you… and your best friend. You had never seen such terror in your life before. But again, it was your fault in the first place.

"I heard that this Ryomen Sukuna… he's hot." you found the whole thing amusing, as if such a killer who haunted your dreams existed. But your best friend believed in it, and took it seriously, the fear present on her face would tell you that, "I-I don't think you should talk about him like that…" she got more nervous by the second, however, you dismissed her fears.

"Oh come on! I'm sure that son of a bitch doesn't even exist, even if he did, I wouldn't be scared of him. Maybe I'd get a good fuck out of him." officially, you were joking, and the smallest of smiles crept upon your friends face, whereas you burst out laughing at the dumb joke. However, it died down immediately, for the lights… all of them, in the entire neighborhood, had gone off. It was a power outage, and it was already past midnight, you wouldn't lie, it spooked you slightly. Your friend on the other hand was petrified to death, again, you laughed it off and turned your phone's flashlight on, giving her a reassuring smile, "It's okay… it's just a power outage… nothing bad."

Moving to sit beside her, you pulled her into your side and began to play with her hair in a soothing way, "Maybe we should sleep, you'll see, it'll be okay." Once again you smiled reassuringly and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. She nodded and returned a smile, climbing under the covers with you, "I'm tired… Can you hold me?" your friend was still terrified, and she wanted to be held until she slept, and obviously you obliged, wrapping your arms around her, allowing her to be the small spoon

"I'm here, just get some rest." You made sure to play with her hair, watching over her until she eventually fell asleep.

You turned your back to her sleeping form, staring out the window for a while, all you saw was pitch darkness, it was like there wasn't even a moon shining.

"Whatever…"

Your eyes felt heavy, you were tired. You finally allowed sleep to take over you, however, you wished you hadn't.

Opening your eyes once more, you sat up on the bed, looking next to you, your friend wasn't there anymore, "She probably went to the bathroom or something…" you sleepily muttered to yourself as you got off the bed and stumbled over to the door. You opened the door, and were greeted by the dark halls of your home. You knew your way around well. You went downstairs to have a glass of water. On your way to the kitchen, you stepped into a wet puddle of something that was on the wooden floors, instinctively, you turned on the light, wanting to scream at what you saw.

Blood. You were stepping in… blood, and from the looks of it, it was a lot of blood. Someone clearly lost a lot of blood.

Your eyes filled up with tears and you instinctively covered your nose and mouth with your hands, doing so rather aggressively. You felt as of you lost your ability to breath, or it was stuck in your throat, as you did your best attempts to not scream out in absolute terror.

Slowly and steadily, you managed to gain control over your breath, and you began to follow the trail of blood, it went into the kitchen, and once you were in the kitchen, you saw something that was seriously terrifying. Where there was supposed to be a wall, was darkness, as much as you were telling yourself to not go any further, you couldn't help yourself but to, slowly but surely you inched closer to the darkness st the end of the kitchen, and the moment your stepped in, you couldn't contain your screams of horror, for all you saw was the skulls and skeletons of millions of humans on a pile, and on the top of the pile, was a man sitting there, as if those skeletons served as a throne for him.

"Oh shut up, stop that annoying screaming." The strange man sighed in annoyance, and not even in the blink of an eye, he stood behind you, "Aren't you a special thing, huh?" he laughed, a deep and sinister laugh into your ear, you could feel his hot breath tickling your skin and it gave you goosebumps. A soft gasp fell from your lips from it, you didn't know what to say to him, all you were able to do was stand there, your eyes widened from fear, your skin paler than usual… it wasn't… him? Right?

"Tch, you know I heard what you said, you brat. You clearly said… you'd let me fuck you… Did something suddenly change?" He once again whispered against your ear, before moving his mouth to your neck, biting down on your skin, followed by kisses all over. You shivered by his touch, another soft gasp escaping your lips, and you finally found the courage to speak, "W-where is… my friend… the girl who was with me?"

He continued to leave kisses all over your neck, letting out another deep chuckle, "What do you think I did? Now shut up, and let me fuck you, before you end up on my pile of skeletons over there." with zero effort, he turned you around to face him, looking down into your mesmerizing eyes. He had to admit, you were beautiful, it would be a waste to kill you, he wanted to have some fun first.

Your eyes were stained with tears, and Sukuna was so proud of that fact, he let his thumb catch your tears before they spilled, thereafter tasting it, it was an odd taste to him.

He suddenly snapped his fingers, and again, his odd powers had you teleport to your room. Right, this was a nightmare. Sukuna shoved you onto the bed without any warnings, and in an instant, his hands were all over those thighs of yours, his face between your legs. He was in a good mood for once, therefore, he without any permission or warnings, used his teeth to rip your panties off of you, finding his way where he craved to be. He wasted no time, he licked a long, delicious stripe on your cunt that was surprisingly dripping already, earning a gasp from you, lord, you didn't think this… monster would make you feel so good, but apparently he did.

Your hands found its way to his pink locks, pulling and tugging on his hair as you let out desperate moans while he licked and sucked your clit, and every now and then, pushing his tongue passed your dripping hole. Your taste was intoxicating and you were able to see and feel just how much Sukuna was enjoying himself. The way his claws dug into your juicy thighs, the animalistic groans, and the way he was eating you out like you were his last meal, told you all you needed to know.

But the same could be said for you, you were having the time of your life, he really knew how to use his tongue alright, it moved all over your needy cunt, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm that you were so desperately craving, "P-please… let me cum…" you begged him, your hands gripping onto his locks whilst your thighs closed around his head, keeping him there. He smirked against your cunt, and as a response only sucked harder and rougher on your clit, drinking your nectar like it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. It was time to let you have your release, well, the first one at least.

And finally, you fell over the edge, letting your orgasm wash over you, allowing Sukuna to consume it as if he would die otherwise. Groaning, he licked you clean from all your delicious juices, thereafter teasing your already sensitive cunt with his tongue, however, he also needed some sort of release. Therefore, he could sit up and let your legs wrap around his waist, his hands making his way to his pants, undoing his pants whilst giving you a devious smirk.

"Now I'm gonna fuck you till you pass out." he chuckled sinisterly, finally freeing his heavy, throbbing cock, it made you drool at how big he was. "Fuck me please…" you begged the man again, he was so amused at how effortlessly he had turned you into his bitch, and he didn't even try if he was being honest, but he certainly wouldn't complain.

"With pleasure…" Sukuna lined up with your wet entrance, and in a swift movement, he filled you up with his cock. It felt like you were getting split in half, "Oh fuck…" you gasped, feeling like the air was knocked out of you, but he gave you no time to adjust to his size, he just mercilessly started to pound himself into you, but you weren't gonna complain, he felt too good.

Sukuna groaned, his hands once again gripping onto your thighs while he kept railing you, he moved so rough you heard the bed creaking and your body would jolt from the impact, "You're so fucking tight." Sukuna groaned against your neck, his movements not at all slowing down. He loved how you felt, you were tight and wet, it was thrusting into velvet, and he was certainly having the best time of his life. He would do that forever, well… if he ignored the fact that he was slowly reaching his peak, and the same could be said for you.

Your walls were clenching around his cock in the most delicious way, Sukuna was sure that was the most amazing feeling he had ever felt, and you were making things difficult for him, therefore he growled into your ear, "You better cum for me." he was ordering you, and who were you to deny that? It's not like you could hold yourself back any longer, within a few seconds, your second orgasm would hit you like a speeding train, earning the most melodious and beautiful moans Sukuna had ever heard in his life.

Sukuna kept on pounding into you, he was chasing his own high, and he was getting more and more desperate ny the second, you could tell by how rough he kept railing you, and how his claws pierced your skin which made you wince the slightest bit, but the pain was balanced with the pleasure you felt, and soon enough he would finally break and fill you up, emptying his balls inside of you with a delicious groan, his hips stilling, slowly calming down from his own high.

"That was… amazing." He muttered breathlessly and you couldn't help but to agree, you had completely forgotten that it was all a dream. After a few more moments of feeling your tight warmth, he pulled out and stood up from the bed, fixing himself up and sighing.

"Well, I got what I wanted now." he muttered, thereafter he glared at you, with yet another sinister smirk on his face, "Guess it's time to finish this off." his statement was filled with malice, and you already knew what was about to happen.

Would begging him to spare you even be helpful? Probably not. Therefore, you shut your eyes and braced yourself to get torn to shreds, however, after seconds of waiting for your demise, it simply didn't happen. Opening your eyes, you looked around the room, but immediately shut them again as the daylight was blinding.

You finally opened your eyes after a few moments and looked around the room, trying to figure out what had happened the former night.

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Hi! Could you do fem!reader has a nightmare and Leo valdez helps us

night terrors / leo valdez

leo valdez x reader

a/n: this is my first time writing for leo. sorry, I suck at writing endings. let me know what you thinks. requests are always open!

As much as Leo was glad that the war was over, he often found himself wishing to be back on the Argo II. If just for the light tinkering that kept him entertained at night. The sound of the cogs, springs, and gears often lulled him onto a sense of comfort until he would be able to fall asleep. Now, back in the city, the noise of cars and drunken teenagers late at night wasn’t exactly the definition of soothing.

That’s how he found himself up in the early hours of the morning tinkering away in the repair shop. You had insisted on having your living space separate from the workshop, but you knew it was inevitable for him to completely set his mind off work. If there’s a will, there’s a way.

He was currently working on a special project, that would let you use cellphones to communicate with each other without catching the attention of any monsters. It was partly because of the commodity of communication, and partly because he couldn’t stop thinking about the look on your face when you had come home ranting about how you wished you could have an easy way to take pictures of your life together. Upon further reflection, he realized that he quite liked the sound of that. Looking back on a lifetime of memories in the form of photographs was something that excited him too.

The tinkering of the work shop and his own thoughts had kept him distracted for too long, and it wasn’t until the sound of clattering coming from your bedroom brought him back to reality, that he realized something might be wrong. He dropped his cogs and gears and rushed upstairs.

As he got closer to your bedroom, he could hear the sound of whimpers and muffled cries. His mind immediately jumped to the worst case scenario and reached out for a spare wrench he had lying around. He did realize that if it was a monster, the metal wouldn’t do anything to harm it, however, as log as its attention was no longer on you, he had a chance to get you out of there safely.

Had his experimenting with cellphones attracted it? If it did, he would never forgive himself for putting you in danger. He should’ve listened to you when you insisted that he shouldn’t overwork himself.

When he peeked inside the room, however, there was no monster in sight. He risked a second glance, and confirmed what he had seen -or rather, not seen- before. It was only you, lying in your bed. Your hair was sprawled messily across the pillows, and your shoulder peeked through the shirt you were wearing -Leo’s- which was a size too big on you. To him, you looked angelic, however the soft cries did not stop. You were tossing and turning while alarmingly mumbling something in your sleep.

Another nightmare. Leo sighed, and carefully sat down by the edge of the bed. His calloused hands rubbed your back tenderly as he whispered reassuring words to you. Eventually, your eyes opened, not without a few stray tears escaping first.

“Leo-” you whimpered as you looked up at him and sat up on your elbows. “I’m sorry. Did I wake you?”

“No, I was up…” he whispered softly, running his hand along your back.

You hastily whipped your tears off your cheeks and forced a smile up at him.

“The same nightmare again?” he asked, reciprocating the sad attempt of a smile you offered him.

“Yeah, I’m sorry…” you whispered in reply.

“It’s not your fault Y/N/N”.

Then why did you feel as if it was? The past few months have been plagued nonstop with nightmares about death. And not just death in the broad sense, as if your old buddy Thanatos was paying you a visit, but rather your best-fried’s death. Jason was more than just a best friend though, he was your brother, and his absence crushed you like the sky crushed Atlas. It was hard coping with his death, and it was hard having to do it without your sister, Thalia. It’s not as if she had just left you alone, but rather, you had insisted on her leaving with the hunters. You thought it would help her heal.

Piper was a mess, she felt guilty to no end. She hadn’t dare visit you in weeks, and you couldn’t help but be bitter about it. She used to be your friend, now it’s as if she’s just a stranger.

Leo noted your silence and climbed up into your bed completely, “You know he wouldn’t want you to feel like this. There was nothing you could do about it.”

You nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck and took in his scent, “I just… I miss him so much”, you whispered, your voice breaking half through.

“I know, I do too”.

You stayed like that for a while, allowing you to be comforted by each other’s warmth. You traced shapes on Leo’s abdomen until you eventually hit a ticklish spot, making him squirm a little. You chuckled, and looked up at him with a watery smile. “What were you working on?”

He sighed and offered you a mischievous smile, he knew you didn’t like him working up late. You’d much rather prefer that he spent the late nights with you, curled up in bed. “It was supposed to be a surprise, but we could do with some cheering up”.

He leaned up on his elbows and looked down at you with the same mischievous smile you had fallen in love with. His accent started showing a little, that’s how you knew it was exciting for him. You also knew that with him by your side you’d be fine. So as he ranted about the new invention he was working on, you listened carefully, eyes glimmering with a mixture of sadness and joy.

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myfirstnameisagent · 2 months

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FALLING

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angsty, Harm if you squint, I'm sorry y'all I'm going through it, cringey ending but we love angst in this garden

Summary: Bucky's struggle to cope finally catches up with him and costs him the thing he loves most; you.

Word Count: 646

Bucky Barnes had been known as many equally great and terrible things over the span of his overextended life time. He was the charming young man that all his mothers’ friends praised and adored, and now a murderer. He’d been the starring captain of the neighborhood baseball team, now a cold blooded monster. The former best friend to the dazzling captain america, now his greatest burden. Okay, so maybe they weren’t equal. Regardless, he would of taken any one of those titles tattooed in bright red ink on his skin rather than the crumpled form seated on the floor and against the wall. His fingers almost scratching at the flesh covering his chest in an attempt to ease the throbbing within. Breaths were short, eyes squeezed shut. Arguably, he usually only was brought to such a weakened state by nightmares or those terrible moments that a memory from his HYDRA days.

However, he would of taken any single one of those in comparison to the look on your face, the one permanently etched into his brain. Every emotion shimmering through large tears might as well have been large pieces of shattered glass straight into his chest, driven all the way through until it reached the aching organ behind a bone cage.

The former soldier had taken many approaches to slowly piece his life back together (well, what he thought was a life, his therapist had very different ideas), and to his fatal flaw, he’d used your kind heart as his foundation. He’d always had a habit of doing it, whether it was before the war rooting his whole life and building his life around taking care of Steve, or now by only trusting you to be the one good thing he had in his life. But as the usual pattern unfolded, the cruelties of the fates had taken his parents, his sister, Steve, and what seemed to be anyone else who mattered.

“I can’t do this anymore James.” Shaky breaths rattled your form and equally shaky hands formed clenched fists at your sides. “I am a grown woman, I don’t need you deciding where I go and who I spend my time with, like some fucking dictator!”

His head hit the wood behind him, the throbbing from how hard he’d done so almost a welcome relief from how his insides were turning inside out. Mismatched hands ran up his face and through his hair, abdomen clenching with the strength of his sobs, and he really wasn’t sure when he’d started crying.

You really had done your best, and he couldn’t fault you for that. You’d taken every single broken piece in your hand, carefully examining each one. However, you were tired of cutting your pretty fingers on such jagged edges.

It wasn’t like he’d made it easy for you either, with how what his therapist had reasoned was HYDRA still continuing to make a mess of his life. His inability to let you be anywhere by yourself, distrusting almost anybody that even tried to come near you. He’d seen the terrors the world had to offer, hell he has been said terrors, and he’d be damned if he let any of them reach out and put out the only bright flame in a very dark and cold life. However, in doing so he’d managed to smother it out himself. Somewhere in it all, his love for you had in turn become shackles for you, not being able to turn around for a single moment without him standing right there.

Claws of shame dug themselves further into his chest, knowing he was pathetic mess for having such a reaction to a woman walk out of his life. But you weren’t ever just a woman, were you? No you’d found a way to become his hope, his lifeline, his home. Now he had none of the above, just a collection of broken fragments that no longer really belonged together.

Bucky Barnes had been known for a lot of things in his life, but his favorite had been being yours.

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rocknroll7575 · 3 months

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Knight of Olympus: Titan's Lullaby - Chapter 4: Winds of Change

"Jaune! Jaune!"

Jaune's eyes snapped open and he found himself back on the bridge, and quickly, he looked around only to see that he was on the bridge, and at his feet was the lifeless corpse of Penny. Jaune's heart stopped and he looked to see that he held a bloody Crocea Mors in his hands and he quickly dropped it as he stepped back.

"What did you do!?"

Jaune turned around and saw Ruby looking at him with a horrified expression as well the rest of WBY and his own team.

They looked at him with terror and disgust.

Jaune stepped forward with a fearful expression, "W-Wait! You don't-!"

Before he could finish, he felt something grab the back of his leg and his head snapped backward to look at what was behind him, and saw Penny's corpse staring at him now, as blood gushed from her chest and pooled out from her mouth.

"Mon...ster..." She gurgled out.

Jaune pulled his leg away as he turned around and now, in front of him stood his reflection, however, the other him was covered in blood and the bodies of his friends lay at his feet, and it felt like his whole world shattered, as Jaune fell to his knees in utter disbelief and horror.

His reflection walked toward him and stood over him with a cold and expressionless face. "This is what we are now," His reflection said. "A killer, a murderer, a monster,"

"No..." Jaune muttered as he grabbed his head and looked to the floor.

"Do you think we can return to them and everything will be fine?" the reflection asked. "Do you think Ruby will look at you like she did before? Do you think Ren will look at you like a brother again? What would Nora think when she learns her fearless leader murdered a friend? Face it... we should have been the one to that day... if we had taken that arrow instead of Pyrrha,"

"No! No! I-! She-! Penny made her choice..." Jaune began.

"Keep telling yourself that, but you know as well as I do that we could've healed her, her wounds weren't that terrible, we could have saved her... and yet, we drove our blade through her chest,"

"BUT SHE'S ALIVE NOW!" Jaune cried. He looked up to his reflection as tears streamed down his face. "She's here... alive... I... I can save her, protect her... I can get another chance, to be the hero..." He sobbed.

The reflection still looked at him with a blank face, "It's not gonna be that easy," It told him. "Penny's not gonna be the same and it'll be our fault,"

"Even if she's not the same... I'm gonna do everything in my power to keep her safe... I'm not going to fail... not again... not ever," Jaune told the reflection.

"Stop lying to yourself... we'll fail again, and when we do... one of those kids is going to die," The reflection said.

Before Jaune could respond with some heated words, his eyes snapped open once again as he felt his body being shaken and he sat up quickly, looking around wildly with a fearful expression.

His eyes landed on Will and saw that he and the younger boy were still in a roadside Motel room they had rented out.

Will saw Jaune's expression and realized he must have scared the older teen and quickly tried to calm him down. "Whoa! Easy! Everything's alright!" Came Will's voice.

"Wh-Whats going on!? What happened!?" Jaune asked as he looked at Will.

"I should be asking you that," Will said. "You were shaking and muttering in your sleep!" Will cried.

Jaune let out a heavy sigh, relieved that nothing had happened but also because he had been taken out of that dream. "I'm sorry, everything's alright, Will," Jaune replied. "Just a bad dream," He said.

Will nodded, "Think it has something to do with Theia's curse?" He asked.

Jaune nodded, "Probabaly," He replied. "Anyway, what time is it?"

"Six o'clock in the morning," Will said.

Jaune nodded. "Well, since we're both up, might as well wake the girls up and start heading out," Jaune told him.

"I think Will can handle that alone,"

Hearing a new voice, Will and Jaune turned to their doorway and were about to grab their weapons, however, when their eyes finally landed on the source of the voice, they both stopped as they realized who it was.

Standing in their doorway was none other than the Sun god himself, Apollo.

Will was shocked to see his father standing before him. "Dad!?" Will asked

"Apollo?" Jaune asked. "What are you doing here?"

Apollo smiled, "Just came to chat before I have to haul the sun up in the sky," He said with a smirk. Apollo then turned to his son with a bigger smile. "Will, how are you, son?" He asked.

Will looked a little bashful when his dad addressed him and was almost surprised his father acknowledged him, "I-I'm doing alright," He replied. "Camp's treating me pretty good and Jaune's been keeping an eye on me while we're traveling with him," Will told his father.

Apollo nodded, "That's good to hear, and Chiron tells me you're learning my healing magic, that right?" He asked.

Will nodded, "Yeah," He replied.

"Good, I know you'll be a natural and it's gonna come in handy for sure," He said with a proud tone. "Now, you mind waking up Aphrodite's daughter and my half-sister? I gotta talk to Jaune for a few minutes,"

Will nodded, "No problem Dad," Will replied.

Apollo moved out of his son's way and Will walked passed him and out of the room, closing the door behind him, thus, leaving the sun god and Jaune alone in the room.

Apollo chuckled, "Kid's gonna do great things in the future," Apollo said.

Jaune nodded with a smile, "Will's a good kid, brave, kind, charismatic, hell, he's a better shot than some friends I know back in my world," Jaune said. "What brings you here? I've been told God's don't interfere with Quests, so why are you here?" Jaune asked.

Apollo smirked at the blonde knight, "That was a law, but that law's been broken," Apollo said. "Well, not broken, more like... Repealed," Apollo told him.

Jaune's brow rose in confusion, "What does that mean?" Jaune asked.

"The law that bound us to not interfere with humans directly has been broken," Apollo said. "I don't know why and I don't know who did this, but I'm sure I'm one of the only few who has noticed, Athena probably did, and maybe my uncles and aunts, but I don't think my father has, but its been abolished,"

"How?" Jaune asked again, "If it's an ancient law that even the gods follow then who or what can cause that law to be broken?"

Apollo shrugged, "The Protogenoi maybe, but I doubt great grandmother or Grandfather could do something like this... no, this had to come from higher up," Apollo said. "However, I also have my theory as to what may be happening," Apollo said.

Jaune wanted to ask about who or what these Protogenoi were but he felt as if he wasn't supposed to know just yet, and decided to ask what Apollo had believed to be happening. "What do you think's going on?" he asked.

Apollo looked at him with a small smile as he pointed at the blonde before him. "You are affecting our world so greatly, that our laws are slowly crumbling away,"

"Me!?" Jaune cried in shock. "Why me!?

"Because you don't belong to our world," Apollo said. "Think of yourself like a germ, harsh comparison, I know, but again, in this case, you are a germ, a very infectious one at that, and the more you stay around, the more you are infecting the body, our world, because not only are you affecting our laws, but your also affecting the people and even us Gods,"

Jaune's brow raised in confusion, "What do you mean?" Jaune asked.

Apollo let out a sigh, "ever since you arrived, I've been feeling more... human,"

Jaune's confusion grew even more, wondering Just what the god was talking about.

"I don't know what I mean by that either," Apollo told Jaune as if reading his mind. "But what I do know is that... I'm not going to be here for much longer,"

Hearing the Sun God's words, Jaune realized what he had been saying. "Is that even possible? Aren't you all Immortal?" Jaune asked.

Apollo nodded, "We are, but even then, we immortals, be it Gods, Titans, or Protogenoi, can "die" in a sense," Apollo said. "My great Grandfather's very own consciousness was dispersed so thin that, hopefully, he can't form a consciousness nor a body again, it's called scattering... but this doesn't feel like that, it feels like I will die soon, ceasing to exist at all,"

"Is there a way to stop it?" Jaune asked.

Apollo smiled, "Stop it?" He asked with a chuckle, "No, and even if we try, we simply prolong the inevitable... Destiny arrives all the same,"

"Do you believe in Destiny?"

Jaune hated that word.

He hated the very thought and the very idea that Destiny existed at all, that all their lives were simply controlled by something, and that they all had an end set out for them.

"I've seen the future, Jaune Arc, one way or another, I will die... forever," Apollo said.

"And you're ok with this?" Jaune asked.

Apollo smiled, "Oddly enough, I am," He replied. "I've been mortal a few times in the past, never died, but I've learned how you mortals feel and think, how you fear death, and I have felt those same fears, but over time, and with recent events, I've come to accept what will happen,"

Jaune nodded, but another question came to him, one that he feared he would get a straight answer to. "If you die... does that mean in the end, Kronos wins?" He asked.

Apollo shook his head, "I... don't know," Apollo said. "I haven't seen any more visions or glimpses of the future, it's all just a cloudy blur, like walking through the mist," Apollo said.

"So now what?" Jaune asked.

Apollo shrugged, "Now you simply do what you have to," Apollo told him. "Go on this quest, do whatever you feel is right, keep them safe, and no matter what... keep moving forward,"

Jaune took in the God's words and nodded, "I will, Apollo,"

Apollo nodded, "Good," He replied. "Now then I'll be off, still got a job to do after all," He said.

With that, and a quick flash of light, the god of the Sun disappeared, and just as he did, Will, Drew, and Thaila walked through the doorway and looked at Jaune with raised eyebrows.

"Where did Lord Apollo go?" Drew asked.

Jaune looked at her and let out a sigh, "He left," Jaune replied. "Something we should be doing soon,"

"What did he want to talk about?" Thalia asked.

"I'll explain later, for now, let's get going and find someplace to eat," Jaune told them as he got up to get ready for a few more hours of driving.

XXX

Meanwhile, as Jaune and Apollo's conversation was taking place, another conversation involving the same topic was taking place on Olympus with a few gods. In the throne room were Zeus, Hera, Ares, Hermes, Demeter, and Athena, and Athena who had started this small meeting unbeknownst to the rest of the gods.

"Are you sure about this?" Zeus asked.

Athena nodded, "I am," She said. "Jaune Arc is a danger to us all, be it enemy or ally," She told them.

Hera looked at Athena with a raised brow, "And what makes you think this?" Hera asked.

"I'm sure you all have already realized that the law forbidding us to interfere with the Demigod affairs has been, in a sense, abolished, however, what I'm sure every one of us, has been feeling as if we are... slipping away," Athena replied.

Demeter slowly nodded in agreement, "I have felt myself feeling more and more tired as the days go on," She said

"Same for me, but I've just been chalking it up to how hard I've been working," Hermes said.

Athena nodded, "Yes, I've noticed we gods haven't been feeling ourselves since Jaune Arc arrived in our world, and I believe he is the cause of what is happening to us," Athena said. "I believe that with his very presence entering our world, it has caused... disturbances to occur,"

"What happens if he stays longer in our world?" Zeus asked his daughter.

Athena looked at him, "I believe that if Jaune Arc remains in our world for very much longer, more disturbances will occur, and the most major disturbance, would be our loss of immortality,"

Hearing this, the gods were all shocked to hear such a thing.

"Is that even possible!?" Hera cried.

Athen nodded, "Based on how we are all feeling as of late, I believe so," Athena replied. "We have been feeling sluggish, tired, and more... human as of late,"

"All this from a single mortal from another world?" Demeter asked.

Athena nodded.

"Then let's just kill him," Ares said with a bored expression. He looked over to Athena, "Save the smartass bullshit for later, if his very existence is a problem to us, then let's simply end his life," Ares said.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Let's take it easy here!" Hermes said with his hands up, "I'm pretty sure we can find another resolution here," He replied.

"I'm afraid... that I would have to agree with him," Athena replied.

Demeter looked at her with shock, "You're agreeing with him!?" She asked. "Look, I don't like what's happening either but-"

"We can not allow such a thing to happen, sister," Hera interrupted her. "If we lose our immortality, then the Titans have a chance to kill us for good, and they shall win, we need to remain alive for the greater good, and if a single mortal needs to die, then so be it, a small price to pay,"

"You would dare kill my Champion?"

Hearing the new voice, they all turned to see none other than Hestia, walking toward them, though, she held no anger, simply smiling softly.

Zeus, Hera, and Demeter looked at their oldest sister with shock.

"Jaune Arc... is your champion?" Hera asked.

Hestia nodded, "He is, and he will remain so," Hestia said. "If you try anything, know that it will be in vain,"

Ares smirked, "Are you gonna stop us? Curse us?" Ares asked with a sinister tone.

Hestia smiled, "No, I will do nothing because I know, that all your efforts will be in vain," Hestia said.

"And why would you say that, dear sister?" Demeter asked with a raised brow.

Hestia looked at Demeter, still smiling, "It is Fate that brought him here, I am sure of that, and none of you have learned that Fate comes no matter what," Hestia said. "Times are changing, and our rule... will come to an end, of that, I am certain,"

Ares growled, "Like I'm gonna let some puny mortal get in the way of our godhood! Of our rule over this world!" The god of War cried, unsheathing his sword.

"Put that away you fool!" Demeter cried.

"His flame is too much for any of you," Hestia told her nephew. "I've seen it myself, I've seen the flame he carries and I know, deep down, that he won't be killed by the likes of you," Hestia told Ares.

"I'm the fucking God of War! There is no better fighter than me!" Ares boasted.

Hestia smiled, "Do what you will then, God of War, but know this, all of you..." Hestia began looking at the family that was gathered there, "When the time comes, sides will be chosen, and when the sides are chosen, do you want to be on the right one?" Hestia asked.

"Is that a threat, Hestia?" Zeus asked with a glare.

Hestia shook her head, "No, I would never threaten my family, brother, I am simply stating the fact that things are changing, as is life, and when the time comes, we must choose a side... to fight change or to go along with it and accept our coming fates,"

"Our coming fates?" Athena asked. "What do you mean by that?"

Hestia looked at her niece and simply smiled softly, "The End of us Olympians is coming, each of us will get an ending, however, will that end be peaceful, or will it be bloody?" Hestia asked. "That choice is up to each of us, and I choose to accept what is to come, no matter what,"

With that said, Hestia walked away leaving those in the throne room in deep thought, however, some didn't need to think long about what choice they needed to make, some were not going to give up their power, were not going to give up their position that hey had kept for a long time.

While some needed time to think about what was to come and if they were going to accept the changing wind that was blowing their way, or fight against it.

But one thing was for sure, Jaune Arc was someone they needed to meet or kill.

However, for the Goddess of Wisdom, her mind was made up, to protect the balance she had always known, but she knew simply attacking Jaune Arc wasn't going to work, after all, she had been watching him since he had arrived back at camp and even witnessed the fight between him and the Demigods and knew that she needed to formulate a plan, a plan that would put an end to Jaune Arc and the effect he was having on this world...

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Uh-oh! Looks like some gods may be targeting Jaune and are going to kill him! Which ones will go after our brave hero and which ones will simply allow change to occur? Will Jaune be able to handle fighting literal gods!? What Does Athena have planned?

Guess you're just gonna have to find out in the next chapter!

#rwby #jaune arc #rwby x pjo #pjo fanfic #thalia grace #will solace #drew tanaka #apollo pjo #zeus pjo #athena pjo #hestia pjo #hera pjo #percy jackson fanfiction #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #rwby fanfiction #crossover au

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So, I've been re-reading the Deltora Quest books for the first time in years because my obsession with them has recently been revived (just finished Valley of the Lost), and man, I don't think I realised before just how, like, absolutely devoted Lief is to getting rid of the Shadow Lord and freeing Deltora. It's especially apparent in the first few books.

The Belt is basically all that matters to him. Not even finding the Heir is more important, honestly the heir is very much secondary to the Belt. They're just the person who will put on and activate the Belt's magic; they are a means to an end. His own life is secondary to the Belt - which isn't to say he's not afraid of dying, he really really is, but when shit gets real and it looks like this is the end, his thoughts almost always go to the Belt. Just like the heir, Lief thinks of himself as a means to an end. (Which is ironic, seeing as how he is the heir.) Lief will make the Belt, and the heir will wear the Belt, but it's the Belt itself that matters most to him. Because it's the Belt that will save them.

'Do not worry about me,' Lief whispered, trying to keep his voice steady and calm. 'Nothing matters but that we seize the gem. If I die in the attempt, it will not be your fault. You must take the Belt from my body and go on alone, as you have wished.'

I must prepare myself for death, Lief thought. But he could only think of the Belt around his waist. If he was killed here, the Belt would lie forgotten with his bones. The gems would never be restored to it. The heir to the throne of Deltora would never be found. The land would remain under the Shadow forever.

'No!' Lief cried. 'Wait!' At this moment of terror, his one thought was for the Belt of Deltora and the topaz fixed to it. If he did nothing to prevent it, this golden eyed giant would surely find the Belt after he was dead, take it from his body- and perhaps give it to Thaegan. Then Deltora would be lost to the Shadow Lord forever. I must throw the Belt over the cliff, he thought desperately. I must make sure that Barda and Jasmine see me do it. Then they will have some chance of finding it again. If only I can delay him until I can do it...

[Literally just died] Lief felt himself pulled to his feet and slung over Barda's shoulder. His head was spinning. He wanted to cry out, 'What of the crown? The opal?' But then he was that the crown was in Barda's hand.

Lief's fingers felt for the clasp of the Belt he wore under his shirt. If necessary, he would unloose it and let it fall into the mud at the bottom of the stream. It would be better for it to lie there than for it to fall into the hands of the Shadow Lord again.

And maybe it didn't really hit me when I first read them 'cause I was approximately A Child, but it's really sinking in now just how bad things have been in Deltora for the last 16 years. When they talk about slavery and fighting arenas and brandings and starvation and executions in the streets. For some reason all these human atrocities are hitting home a lot more than before. It used to be the monsters that seemed the scariest, but now I can see that yes, the monsters are horrifying and traumatising and terrifying, but Lief and Barda and Jasmine continuously choose to keep going, they willingly put themselves through hell, because the Shadow Lord is worse.

Anyway, all this to say, Deltora really couldn't ask for a more selfless and loyal King that Lief. This kid is willing to die so many times over if it means his people are safe.

(The only thing he tends to go off mission for are his friends and family, but even then, I'm thinking of that part in Isle of the Dead where Laughing Jack holds Jasmine hostage and demand the Belt in return. And Lief refuses. Because his people must come first. And he knows Jasmine would never want him to betray their land for her. Like??? So many feels.)

#deltora quest #essay #lief of del #emily rodda #my posts

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aita-blorbos · 3 months

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AITA for trying to get revenge on the people who ruined me?

…I used to be worth something. I wasn’t perfect— far from it… I know that now, but I… I was good. Even though I wasn’t easy on the eyes. Even though most people didn’t like me. Even though I was a tad selfish. At least I had a friend. At least I tried my best to be kind.

But they took all of that away from me. And for that, I’ll never forgive them.

You see, I was Queen once— of a country that hangs in the clouds. It wasn’t always easy… like I said: a lot of people didn’t like me, but at least I was someone. I was important. I did my job, just like I was supposed to.

It all changed one day when he got me a gift… my best friend that is. He didn’t know it at the time— neither of us did, but there was something dark and evil inside of that brilliant mirror, and it soon decided to use me.

Dark forces warped me from the inside out, slowly distorting my perception of reality and even my feelings. I began to become a caricature of myself— nothing more than a selfish monster. I became paranoid, then self obsessed. I killed the rest of the royal family, terrified they’d try to take what was mine. I began to terrorize my people, and even mistreat my best friend. I stole countless bodies, making them own in a desperation to become perfect somehow, all the while the forces in the mirror watched on and SMILED.

You see, I was a pawn. The goal was…- well, I think it was something like “if we can get a queen under our thumb, then we can use that to vie for control of her world.” That was power they wanted, and they were willing to throw me under the bus to attain it.

Eventually, I was beyond saving. They distorted me so well and truly that I was practically unrecognizable. Running on only blind instinct and egomania at that point, I had the ruler of a foreign country kidnapped, senselessly tried to kill the man who was once my best friend, and then attempted to murder everyone both in my country and the foreign country.

…Needless to say, they put me down. The ruler of that country, his companion and my friend, that is.

I should be gone. But I’m not, thanks to him. That… that foolish, naive idiot! I can’t believe what he did. Still refusing to give up on me, even after everything that happened, my friend sook Death out and found a way to resurrect me, insistent I still deserved a happy ending.

Death ensured I was in my right mind again, but there was only so much it could do to mend me overall. I was and am broken. I always will be after what happened, I think.

My friend explained what happened, reassured me it was all okay now, and took me home. He said I’d be alright— that none of what happened before was my fault, and now I could finally be free.

But that’s not true. That’s not true at all.

First and foremost, my body… it’s hideous. Always shifting, at any given time it’s something between my despicable ‘true form’ and my monstrous Frankenstein’s creation. If you saw me, you’d gag. I can’t stand to look at myself. No matter how I appear, I always see someone evil staring back at me in the mirror. Someone who’s as ugly on the outside as she is on the inside. I hate her.

A few of my friend’s companions— ones far better than me, hypothesized it’s because I don’t know who I am anymore. As such, my sickening, parasitic body doesn’t either, and merely improvises in a futile attempt to capture ‘me.’

And saying I no longer know who I am is correct. I’m not just a stranger in appearance. It feels as if the girl I used to be has long since died— replaced by a callous monster. I remember it. I remember everything. I’m still touched by it, even having been ‘made right.’

I recall killing my family. I recall subjugating my people. I recall abusing my best friend, and I recall just how much JOY I felt doing it. He says that I’m not respond for any of that— that I wasn’t in my right mind, but I know that was still me. My innermost, darkest, sick and twisted desires. I’ll never be able to wash the blood from my hands.

Constantly, it feels as if I’m followed by ghosts. My skin writhes— and I swear I can feel my victims tugging at my limbs, demanding I return what isn’t mine. These hands… I don’t recognize them. I don’t recognize anything about myself. When I think about it too much, I get sick.

I’m broken. I’m ugly. I’m evil. And the people who made me that way have names and faces.

My friend… had actually met one of them. Sickeningly, they shared a mutual friend. When he learned what this person did (long before I returned), he attempted to get revenge himself, but was stopped by the group and reprimanded. He was told that the person who destroyed me— the person I’ll call ‘D,’ could still become a better person, and that he deserved as much a chance as anyone to improve.

Ahahaha. AHAHAHAHAHA.

D wasn’t the mastermind, to be clear. His king, who I’ll refer to as ‘DM’ was. DM is the person who corrupted me. DM is the one who made it so I could no longer love. But D was still an accomplice.

He watched on. He watched on, and made sure I was spiraling properly. When his master ordered it, he’d whisper suggestions in my ear.

Having come to terms with how unsalvageable I am, I decided I needed to make them pay.

D occasionally leaves his domain in the Mirror World, while DM doesn’t, so I started with the former. I ambushed him, took him down and took him hostage, hoping to draw out his master by forcing it to come save him.

But it didn’t even do that. Of course it doesn’t. I was imbecilic to believe something like that could ever care about anyone. D was just a puppet, too… it didn’t care if I disposed of him. It would just find another.

I was devastated. All my work, and I couldn’t make DM suffer. The anger overwhelmed me. Someone had to pay. I decided if it wasn’t him, then D, as his accomplice, was the next best thing.

I viciously attacked D and fully intended to torture him, but was caught in the act. My friend’s companions became aware of what I was doing and stopped me by force. They told me I’d done something evil— that D didn’t deserve that, and was trying to do better, just like I was.

In what world!? HE made me this way! He and his worthless master are the reason why I’m broken now… why I’m evil! How can it be wrong to punch back?

They’re why I’ll never be good. They’re why I’ll never be happy. They’re why I’ll never be a good friend. They’re why I’ll never be beautiful.

I’LL NEVER BE BEAUTIFUL. I’LL NEVER BE BEAUTIFUL. NEVER! NEVER EVER! THAT PERSON KEEPS SAYING I AM, BUT I KNOW HE’S LYING TO ME. HE THINKS I’M DISGUSTING. HE THINKS I’M A MONSTER. HE’S AFRAID OF ME. EVERYONE IS!

I’m worthless. I’m worthless and I’m broken and I’m SICK.

…Was it really so wrong to try and break the people responsible for that in return?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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ystrike1 · 1 year

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Neyra's Dragon - By Ju yeon-u (7.5/10)

Marrying an immortal dragon and living forever sounds great, but in reality how great would that life be? Would an uneducated, powerless human girl really be able to rule a palace in the sky? The answer is no, but the obsessive dragon king doesn't care. He loves her so much that he makes her miserable.

Young, spoiled, dumb Neyra isn't well liked. Her father is very popular, but she is just his idiot daughter. She isn't special in any way. She's brash and she breaks rules without thinking, and she causes alot of trouble for her honorable family.

She isn't very likeable, but that's the point. Neyra is a wealthy teenage girl without a clue. As far as we know she has no friends as well, which makes sense.

When a sexy stalker appears in her bedroom she's mildly curious. He claims she is his destiny, but he'll wait until she's a little older. As soon as she's of age he plans to take her away.

When Neyra wakes up she thinks it was all a romantic dream.

It wasn’t. The stalker appears in town. He's weirdly handsome. He almost doesn't look human, and he dresses in old fashioned clothes. He also speaks very formally. He also seems to always know where she is.

Neyra is charmed by his obvious spying.

They go on a date, but it's...blah? Neyra admits that he doesn't do anything special. He's just nice, and handsome. His name is Haeryun, and he's in charge. He is the highest ranked dragon. His species and role are not only steeped in tradition, but his whims can change the world. We're dealing with god levels of power here, which is bad, but Neyra doesn't think so. She doesn't question why a natural disaster is flirting with her.

Neyra is a moron, so when he kisses her hair she's a goner. She sneaks out to meet him...alot. People notice, and then rumors fly. The noble lady Neyra is obviously, of course, spotted alone at night with a man. More than once. The evidence is clear. Her already weak reputation plummets, and her father admits that he is disappointed in her.

Neyra does a cowardly, pathetic thing. She turns away from her family. Her life. Her future. Everything. All for a man she just met recently, who freely admitted that he's not human. Neyra says she doesn't want to wait. She says take me now. She begs him. She wants him to wisk her away from her responsibilities as a noble daughter.

He does. He takes the bratty teenager upstairs to meet the other gods. He says she is his destined one, and everybody has to accept that. They do, but nobody likes her. Everyone adores Haeryun. He is without fault. She is his only flaw. His weak wife. His dumb wife. His only glaring weakness. The eternal hostage that is always under threat. The other sky monsters despise her. They cannot help it. If she dies or stubs her toe the greatest dragon will punish them all. Neyra has to endure, and she notices that Haeryun's unconditional love...is impossible to break. He doesn't even care if she loves him back. He just has to rule with her, because that is their destiny, and she is the only woman he will ever love. Her servants are embarrassed by her, because she is completely graceless, and she has no friends as queen too.

Haeryun is truly all she has, and when she becomes an adult she starts to hate him.

A full century passes. Haeryun is eternal and so is she. There is no escape. Neyra is gripped by existential horror. She has no children. Haeryun doesn't need an heir. He's forever. She has nothing to look forward to. Nothing to live for. Neyra's bond with him is a one and 1,000,000,000 anomaly and it has condemned her to eternal...nothing. She gets no respect, praise or love from anyone but her dragon. She is intimately aware of the fact that she is an unfit queen, but if she flees her escape will cause a rein of terror.

She is in a prison lined with silk, and manned by servants that gossip behind her back.

Neyra has one chance. A withered crone gives her something. An item that can turn back time. Neyra had time. A chance. Haeryun was going to wait until she was of age. She decides to go back to her childhood and find a way to break her bond with the dragon. She wants to be human.

Eternity is empty.

It's hell.

She'll do whatever it takes to escape.

(Awesome concept, but the art is mediocre. The male lead is especially plain in my opinion. He's a special kind of determined stalker, but the art is so bland its unforgivable. I can't give it a higher rating.)

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #Neyra's Dragon

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connectionterminated13 · 27 days

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What was Jeremy’s and Mikes first interaction like in the fallout AU ? Did Jeremy know what ghouls were or was he in for a bit of a shock lol

I've been waiting to talk about this!! I hope you don't mind if I write out their whole interaction :)

Jeremy wakes up pulling out his gun to see some kind of man rooting through his bag, He can't see the Man in the dim light of the dying fire but the man is thin and sickly looking.

Jeremy: Stealing isn't nice you know?

Michael immediately stops trying to rob Jeremy and puts his hands up, He's very used to people try to shoot at him after all so he knows what to do in this situation.

Jeremy: Now let's start with names I'm Jeremy! And you are?

Michael: Michael, I'm not Ferrell don't shoot! I was just hungry I'm a night guard and I thought you were dead and I'm sorry!

Jeremy: Oh well if you were hungry you could have just asked! Don't you surface people know sharing and is Caring?

Michael is confused. There's something very wrong about this man. He doesn't talk like Any person Michael has known in the past 200 years...

Jeremy: Speaking of I'm from a vault! vau-

Michael's eyes widen, Instinctively he steps forward slightly meaning he is now in the light of the fire

Michael: You're from a vault! I didn't know you guys were still-

Jeremy screams stepping back the gun shaking in his hand, He looks Michael up-and-down noticing his Rotting purple skin, expose teeth/mouth And the stink of rot emanating from him

Jeremy: AcH!!

Michael: It's OK! I'm not a monster! I just I'd just would people look like up here now so you don't need to shoot me!! please don't shoot me..

Michael tries to put his hands up further as a show of surrender, He tries to smile but knows it probably comes off more threatening

Jeremy: My-y mom warned me about people like you! Are we taking what does it belong to you consuming people were fun!

Jeremy is shaking in terror, Mike praise to any God that might exist that this scared dweller doesn't shoot him in the face

Jeremy: You are bloody communist!!

Michael: Yes! I'm a ghoul but I'm not- what

Michael is incredibly confused

Jeremy: My mom told me bedtime stores about how you people destroyed the world! I should have known when you talked in your weird funny voice!

Michael realizes that the vault Jeremy must have came from is incredibly sheltered/very very stupid

Michael: Hey I'm not a communist I'm open red-blooded American just like you! And that is just vocal cord decay and an accent..

Jeremy Is clearly still frightened but pulled himself together

Jeremy: Well if you're not then you're gonna tell me where Mother flipping Yellow rabbit guy went With my little brother..

Michael's eyes light up slightly

Michael: I don't know where he is but I know we're looking for the same guy! And I could help you! I know the wasteland I'm a friend-I promise!

Jeremy considers this for a moment

Jeremy: I'm sorry

Jeremy lowers his gun, Michael is very confused by this, this is a confusing evening for him

Jeremy: No Communist would ever try to help me.. Plus it was mean for me to scream at you it's not your fault you're a Strange mutant.

Michael lets out a confused laugh

Michael: Thank you I guess?

Michael has never had anyone who he's tried to rob be this kind to him hell Michael hasn't experienced this level of kindness since pre-war times

Jeremy: No if you say sorry for stealing, I'll give you some of the Sam which my mom packed and We can become real friends

Michael: Extremely sorry for stealing!

Jeremy smiled walking over to Michael and holding out his hand for a handshake

Jeremy: Jeremy Fitzgerald at your service! I'm sorry I'm first meeting with Mike that I look forward to being friends and campaigns in our shared goal to defeat the dastardly rabbit that stole my younger brother!

Michael stared down at the hand before hesitantly shaking it

There you go love it first sight for real❤ Sorry for this being so long and writing a whole chat I'm just goofy like that :3

#Fallout x fnaf au #michael afton #jeremy fitzgerald

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gaaralover55 · 13 days

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Yu-Gi-Oh: Seal of Orichalcos AU

I wanna thank you all for your likes and aupport! I am really happy that you all liked my idea^°^ and if you want to use it to write a fanfic! You are allowed you beautiful souls! Here is more of this AU. Hope you all like it.

All I can say is. It's all Raphael's fault!

If he hadn't given Yami the seal and the Orichalcos gem. Just to show how his agenda "that Yami is truly evil" is true. Then things wouldn't have turned out this bad.

Because the corruptive magic of Orichalcos was able to reach Yami's soul room. Weakning a seal of a forgotten room not even Yugi knows about.

This very room was the place he sealed away his darkness, His violent thoughts and lust for vengance. This room was were he sealed away his darkness from his past self aka his season 0 self.

The reason why Yami had sealed away this part of him. Is because he saw how terrified Yugi was of him. And he was also scared that maybe one day he would lose control and become like Yami Bakura.

So he sealed that darkness and the full power of the shadow game into this room. In the deepest and darkest part of his soul room. So no one could ever reach it. But after sealing it away. Yami lost his memories about this room and his former self.

And when Yami lost and seeing Yugi, his partner and light sacrifice himself for him. It broke the spirit and the weakened seal of the room broke into pieces. Unleashing the darkness, the full power of the shadow games into the millennium puzzle once again.

It started out small. With Yami drawing himself back, being less social and rarley smile. He looks like he is spaced out and this making his and Yugi's friends starting to worry about him.

But when they entered the train to Florida . They "realised" the reason he acts like this is because he lost the duel against Raphael (and Yugi's soul)

But in reality is much MUCH worse.

Yami was going through hell. He regretted he ever used that seal and wished it was he who had been taken by the seal! Not Yugi! Not his precious light! And this lost battle against Raphael has somehow awoken the shadows again! He starts to regain his memories from season 0 and the shadows becomes stronger. Je can hear their whispering for vengance against Dartz! For taking the souls of so many innocent to sacrifice them to a monster. Raphael said that he. The nameless pharaoh that sacrificed everything to save the world was a evil monster!? That bastard had ruined everything! That hypocrite destroyed everything he had done to protect Yugi!

Then the train jacking happened. Yami and Anzu got splitted from Jonuichi and Honda. So Yami tried to stop the train but was meet by none other then Haga on the top of the train.

The whispers got worse during the duel. And Haga's constant mocking made Yami nearly lose the very grip of the last rays of hope's he had.

Hopes from embracing and slowly becoming the shadow of his former self.

It took all of his will. And that will broke when Haga did his "prank"!

Seeing the card that "held" Yugi's soul being torn apart broke Yami's last will. The power of that shadow game embraced him with opened arms. Anzu and Haga could only see in terror as darkness sprouting out fron the millennium puzzle while Yami screaming in pain! The darkness wraps around the body, changing him and on his forehead opens the third eye as his eyes are glowing gold! Blinding Anzu and the idiot Haga (who is not do arrogant anymore. He is know recounting all of his life choices)

Then the light and shadows dissapears. And now Anzu and Haga could see what had happened. Yami had now changed! His hair was now much wilder with hint of magneta, he had golden ankhs on his arms and his eyes! Dear lor his eyes. They were not the eyes of a human. They were eyes of a god? Monster? Looking into the deepest part the purple flames of underworld. Which danced dangerously in his eyes. As he smiled. Smiled as if he was a monster who finally got his pray at Haga as a dark aura danced around his body. This horrified Anzu! Because she reconized this man! This was the very man who saved her from the Gun man (who was killed by fire) two years ago! And it had been Yami! And she was scared! She started to beg Haga to stop this duel! Or else he would not come out of tvis alive

Haga on the other hand didn't understand why Anzu was so terrified of "Yugi" changing? He feelt his instinct shouting to him to get out of there. But he didn't care." He had the seal of orichalcos and he will win this duel. After all. "Yugi" wasn't able to summon Timaeus! So this duel was all his to win.

And that was Haga's greatest mistake! Because Yami smiled like a psycopatj and whispered with a dissorted voice "It's game time".

#yugioh #seal of orichalcos #yu gi oh #season 0 #Yami is embracing his darkness once again #He did all thoose sacrifices to protect Yugi #to become a better man #And now it's all ruined #Thanks to Dartz and his goons!#so now Yami is going to ruin everyone that is affiliated with dartz and the seal of orichalcos #and again!#Thank you all for this wonderfull support #Raphael awokened the full powers of the shadows #and he is going to regret it #Everyone is worried and scared of Yami

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blacknight1230 · 2 years

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Monster

DC Titans Jason Todd Imagine

Due to (y/n)’s devilish heritage, she is cursed with an inhuman appearance, one she struggles to hide. After traveling between worlds, she might have meet someone who could love her despite her appearance. But when (/n) accidently shows her true face to the young vigilante she fears she scared him away.

Once upon a time, a certain devilishly handsome angel and a normal mundane human woman spent a wild night together. It was a one time thing, though, or least it was supposed to be. Nine months later, the devilish angel found a seemingly normal babe on his doorstep. The angel took the child, raising it as his own. As the child grew, it was obvious it was the angle’s, sharing some of his God given powers. So the half angel half human child grew up being raised by the rebellious angel and his demon follower in his LA nightclub, until the child decided to go out into the world by themself and make something for themself.

That angel/human hybrid was you, (y/n) Morningstar. First, you decided to get as far away from your father as possible. It would be the only way to feel total emancipation, as you were sure your father would send someone, most likely one of your angelic family members, to keep tabs on you. You loved your father, but he was a bit of a helicopter parent, something no one would think was possible when meeting him. Anyway, you found yourself somewhere to put down your roots.

And this happened to San Francisco with the Teen Titans. Long story short, you met the team of teenage superheroes when they were on one of their missions in the city and helped them defeat the villain. Nightwing, the team’s leader, invented you to become a member which you gladly took. And now you had a new family of misfits just like yourself.

You got along well with the other Titan members. Kory was your go to when you needed some reassurance or a pick me up, her witty humor and caring nature helping to brighten your mood. Gar was your BFF, either watching old movies or gaming together while discussing all things considered nerdy and geeky. Rachel was like a sister to you, as you were able to bond over your shared devilish parental figures. Dick was a fantastic leader, always pushing you to be your best, helping you in training or other things. You got along with Dawn, Hank, Donna, and Rose well enough, but there was one Titans member that was different. The current Robin, Jason Todd.

He was somewhat of an enigma to you. He acted impulsively and was flirtatious, an overall thrill seeker. Yet you could sense that he was a tortured soul, with a unpleasant past that has resulted in his rebellious attitude and short temper. He had a darkness in him that he struggled to control, just like you. Maybe that’s what made you attracted to him.

Yes, you had a crush on Jason Todd, unbeknown to everyone. And you aimed to keep it that way. Especially as you knew there was a thing between Jason and Rose before you walked onto the scene.

It was useless, though. Jason just drew in you, from his snarky responses that left you struggling to stifle your laughter, to his ruthlessness when it came to fighting criminals. You’ve frequently found yourself sneaking him alcohol and into clubs to party despite him being underage. When Jason questioned you the first time you two had a drink together, you just told him, “I’m technically older than you, Jason. And what kind of friend would I be if I couldn’t pull a few strings for you.” Jason could only give a short chuckled and smirk before taking a swing from the the beer you bought, amused by your antics.

But like mentioned before, you had a darkside you struggled to control. It wasn’t your fault really; it was something you inherited from your father. You were cursed with a demonic face, characterized by charred red skin that tightly clung to your skull, exposing bits of muscle and teeth. It was horrifying, making you look like a monster. Sure, it came in handy when you wanted to terrorize someone, usually to get information or punish the guilty, but you could barely look at yourself in the mirror. Hence why you covered it up most of the time.

Usually you were able to effortless hide your terrifying demonic face. Unfortunately, when you were in emotional turmoil, it slipped. Like right now.

The team was on mission where they had to take down a huge crime lord that was fueling supplies to a unknown supervillain. The plan was to ambush him and his henchmen at a drop off location. Everything was going smoothly, until Jason disobeyed Dick’s orders, getting caught by the crime lord and his henchmen. It ended up in a giant fight, one that ended up with you and Jason in the middle of the cross hairs. Using your demon steel knives, you dodged and weaved past the fists, bats, metal rods, and bullets aimed at you. Despite the situation, you were getting a kick out of handing the criminals’ asses to them. There was nothing they could do to hurt you and your revealed in the way they feared your power, your indestructibility.

That was until all the henchmen in the area were unconscious yet Jason was nowhere to be found. “Robin?” you called out, not caring if the bad guy heard you. You took a step towards a pile of crates, only to stop in your tracks. The crime lord came out from behind the crates with Jason caught in his grasp and a gun to his head. “Stand back, Morningstar. Or I’ll fill Robin’s brain full of lead,” the crime lord threatened. You did as he said, quietly studying the criminal to look for an opening. The crime lord was nervous; you could see it in his eyes, despite his attempts to prove otherwise. But that meant he could pull the gun’s trigger at the slightest precaution.

The crime lord chuckled, his hold tightening on Jason’s battered and kneeled form. “Bird boy here wouldn’t shut up a minute ago. Now ... not so much,” the crime lord teased. “Fuck you,” Jason grunted out, before the crime lord hit him in the head with the butt of the gun. Jason’s head lulled to the side at the blow as the crime lord hissed into his ear. “Shut up, Birdy. Can’t you see I’m talking to the lady here.”

“I got to give you some credit, Viti. It’s not everyday guy like you is able to get their hands on the Boy Wonder,” you told the crime lord. Viti chuckles, pushing the barrel of the guy into Jay’s temple. “It was surprisingly easy. This Robin is sloppier than his predecessor. I wonder how the Bat’s gonna feel when he finds out after I put a bullet through the kid’s skull.” “Well I’m sure that would please you, Viti, but I have an inkling you want something else.” You ever so slowly moved towards the crime lord, keeping eyes contact with the man. “Oh really, and what do you think that is?” “Why don’t you just spit out, Viti? I know you want to get it off your just, so tell me what is it that you really desire?”

With those last few words, your eyes turned red as you maintained eye contact with the crime lord, his eyes never leaving yours and his figure relaxed as he fell under your control. “I want ... I want to get back at Falcone,” Viti admitted. “Oh, the revenge angle is it. Want your dear old uncle to suffer, is it?” you pried, steadily getting closer to the man and the gun. “His family has had control of Gotham long enough. It's time for the Viti’s to take over.” “Well, if the circumstances were different, I could help with that. But unfortunately you’ve gotten on my bad side.”

With simple reach of your hand, you grabbed Viti’s wrist with a vice-like grip, causing the crime lord to drop the gun and remove his hold on Jason’s dazed form. You bent his arm backwards, making the man fall to his knees and breaking his wrist. Viti cried out in pain, clutching his broken wrist, his anguished cries causing you to smile evilly. “You bitch!” Viti cried out. You put a your boot on his chest and forcibly pushed him onto his back. “I could come up several other words to describe me. Cursed, abnormal ... monstrous.” You growled, your true appearance coming out as you finished. Viti’s breath caught in his throat, a few curses and “Oh my God”s coming out. “Please no ... I’m sorry,” he whimpered as looked up at you with pure terror. “Save your words, Viti. Your fate has already been decided. All that needs to be done is to end you,” you threatened, applying more pressure to his chest, making him gasp as you crushed his lungs. You would have done more if it weren’t for a voice calling out.

“Morningstar,” Jason said, using your code name. In the corner of your eye you saw him struggling to his feet. You realized what you were doing and immediately removed your foot from Viti’s chest. Said crime lord was crying and struggled to crawl away. Catching sight of your deformed face in reflection of a broken glass shard, you struggled to mask your face to appear normal. Somehow you were able to, but it took every ounce of control to maintain the facade.

“Morningstar, are you alright?” Jason asked, making his way closer to you. “I’m fine,” you replied quickly, avoiding looking him in the eye. You know if you did, you would immediately feel guilty for reacting how you did and then your mask would slip. “Are you sure? The last thing I remember is getting hit in the head by that asshole’s gun then ...” “I said I was fine, Robin,” you snapped.

Before he could say another thing, you strode over to Viti’s pathetically crawling form, grabbing his arms and pinning them behind his back. The man yelled out in terror, snot running down his face as weakly fought back. “No, please, get away from me!” he screamed. You ignored him and handcuffed his hands behind his back before grabbing the man by the back of his tailored jacket, pulling him to his feet. “Robin, can you tie up him somewhere and contact the authorities? I need to do something real quick,” you lied, again hiding yourself from Jason’s gaze behind your (hair/wig). You shoved Viti towards Jason, causing the man to fall, briskly walking past the crime lord and the second Robin before Jason could protest. You could hear Viti yelling as you fled the area, telling Jason, “Don’t let her near me! No! Get your hands off me! Don’t you understand! She’s the devil! She’s the devil!”

~ Later ~

Somehow you were able to return to Titans Tower without another incident, although not without difficulty. You avoided the other Titans members, even as you travelled back home. Dick tried to talk to you about what happened with Viti, Jason clueing him in with what he knew, but you quickly shot him down with a “Not now.” Even Gar, who usually excitedly chatted with you after a mission, knew not to bother you and left you alone. Kory tried to reach out to you, but thankfully Rachel persuaded her not to. She might not know about your dirty little secret, but she could sense you were panicking. You brushed past Jason aas he tried to approach you. With a slam of the door, you were collapsed in your room.

You saw your reflection in your vanity’s mirror, your true face fully on display. Shamefully, you covered your reflection with your hand, turning the mirror around. Your felt dirty and disgusting as you replayed recent events in your head. Your hero uniform was quickly discarded, using the items of clothing to cover up any reflective surface in your room. You couldn’t face yourself or your hideous reflection.

You spent the rest of the day in your room, hiding away from outside life whilst in your most comfortable pajamas. You wouldn’t let anyone visit you, turning them away when they came knocking on your door. All the while, your true face remained despite your desperate attempts to get rid of it.

After hours of self isolation and intense concentration to mask your face, you broke down. Tears ran down your devilish face as sobs filled the room. You heard a knock at your bedroom door and a muffled voice behind it. “(y/n), are you okay? Can I come in?” Jason, you thought with a fluttering heart. He always seems to come at the wrong time. “Leave me alone! I don’t want to see anyone!” you shouted back, trying to muffle your sobs and hide that you were crying. You failed miserably.

You heard shuffling from behind the door, then silence. Good he left, you thought. You sat in the shadows of your room, curled up into a ball and hugged your knees to your chest, tears steadily falling down your face. Your head buried itself into the ball you made, trying to comfort yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, Jason had come back to your bedroom door. Something made him turn back when he almost walked away, as if an unseen force moved him as if he were a pawn on a chess board. It still had a hold on him as he reached for door’s handle, slowly and quietly opening it and striding into your darkened room. Jason took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, but once they did, his heart panged in his chest when he caught sight of you huddled in a dark corner. “(Y/n),” he called out hesitantly.

The sound of his voice so close to you caused you to jump, picking your head up to see a worried and bewildered Boy Wonder. You gasped, quickly ducking your head back into your huddled knees. “Jason! What are you doing in here? Get out!” you screamed, panic crawling up your spine and spreading through your body. I can’t let him see me like this, you were thinking as you desperately tried to hide yourself into the shadows.

“Are you okay?” Jason worried. He took a step closer, struggling to see her shadowed form. “Stay away from me!” you cried out. You were desperately looking around your room for a place to run or hide, feeling like a caged animal as everything seemed to be closing in on you. Jason luckily listened to you, not getting any closer. He was confused as to why you were acting like this. Did I do something? Or was it something else? he thought. He remembered how you avoided him and the others after the confrontation with the mobster. What happened with Viti to make her like this?

“(y/n), please, your scaring me,” Jason pleaded. You shook your head, refusing to allow him to even catch a glimpse of your monstrous form. He’ll run away from me screaming. He’ll tell the rest of the team. They’re going to kick me out and hunt me down like some beast. You started to hyperventilate, struggling to breath as you fell into a full blown panic attack. This scared you even more; you never reacted this way before and you didn’t know how to help yourself out of it. “(Y/n)! It’s ok! I’ll ... I’ll ... fuck I don’t know what to do,” Jason hissed, pulling roughly at the dark hairs on his head. You tried to focus on something else, hoping doing so could calm you down enough for catch some air.

“Uh ... maybe if you focus on your breathing,” Jason suggested. “Try to count your breaths or something.” In your mind, this was absolute nonsense, but you did what he said anyway. You tried, you really did, but your mind kept turning towards possible negative outcomes. “I ... can’t ...” you stuttered out. “Shit, ah, maybe if I count with you ...” Jason struggled. He started to count out loud, announcing the numbers at a moderate pace. “One, two, three ...” he started.

You mentally counted alongside him, but you ended up focusing more on his calm voice than counting your breathing. Then, you felt Jason gently take hold of your clenched hands. The action caused your eyes to shot wide open, breath hitching for a moment. “Hey, its okay, its okay ...” he said, repeating the phrase over and over. You continued to look at Jason, studying the way his dark hair fell across his forehead, how his green-blue eyes shined in the dim light coming the twinkling strings of light hanging on your walls, the way his cologne comforting you as it wafted into your nose, and his voice that easily pulled at your heart strings.

Soon, your breathing had returned to normal and your heart no longer felt like it was going to burst from your chest. “Jason, thank you,” you said. “But you have to leave now.” “What? I just helped you out! Why are you avoiding me?” he groaned. “Jay, please,” you pleaded. Despite breaking out of your panic attack, you could still feel the rough texture of your devilish facial features under your fingertips when you brought them up to your face.

“Is because of what happened with Viti?” You didn’t say anything, confirming this to Jason. “It is, isn’t it? Can you longer stand me after seeing how weak I am?” Oh no, you panicked internally. He thinks he’s the problem. But its really me. “Jason, no, it’s not you. It’s -” “Then what is is (y/n)? Cause I can’t help but think I caused this. Everything started to fall apart the moment I got too over my head and let that damn bastard get his hands on me.” “I-I can’t.” You desperately wished you could convey to him what was truly going on, but you were unable to think up the proper words explain everything to him without revealing your secret.

“(y/n), I thought we were close, even friends. I guess I was wrong,” Jason frowned. He stood up from his previous kneeling position, turning towards your bedroom door. “W-Where are you going?” you stuttered. “Out. To where, I don’t know. Anywhere but here,” he replied, taking two long strides towards the door. “Don’t worry about it, (y/n). You don’t have to worry about being seen with me anymore,” he shot over his shoulder. He can’t be leaving forever, right ... Right? you panicked internally.

As Jason headed towards the door, everything started to move in slow motion. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears and an all-encompassing deep voice told you, DON’T LOSE HIM. DON’T LET HIM GO. Instinct took over rational, and for the first time in hours, you left your spot in the dark recesses of your bedroom. You emerged from the dark, reaching out for Jason, and grabbing his arm, pulling him back to face you. You could only ogle at the way his dark hair fell across his forehead, how his green-blue eyes shined in the dim light coming from the twinkling lights hanging on your bedroom walls as the second Robin came to face your hideous appearance. Is this how I’ll remember him, when he’s gone? you pondered.

You braced yourself for Jason’s reaction as his sparkling eyes took in your horrid appearance. A gasp fell from his hips at the sight and you let go of his arm. Strangled noises and half-formed words left Jason’s plumb lips as he struggled to speak. You moved back, trying to hide your face back into the shadows.

“I didn’t want anyone to see me like this ... Least of all you,” you whimpered, clutching at the blanket wrapped around your shoulders. “(Y/n) - I ...” Jason stuttered out. “Now you know ... now everyone will know ... I’m nothing but a monster.” Your eyes burned yet no liquid cascaded down your cheeks, having exhausted all your tears hours ago.

You expected to hear hurried footsteps and the jiggling of the doorknob as Jason struggled to run away from you, off to warn the others about the monster living with them. But instead, a pair of long, strong arms wrapped around your middle, pulling you close to a toned, cotton sweater chest. “You aren’t a monster, (y/n). I could never see you like that,” Jason said. You could do nothing but stand there in his arms, as Jason started to gently caress the scarred flesh of your check.

“Fuck, your still so beautiful, I don’t think anything could force me away from you,” you heard him mumble under his breath. Before you could question him about that, Jason closed the gap between you, his plump lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. You immediately relaxed in his hold, mesmerized by the way Jason seemed to fill your sense. You tasted Neapolitan ice cream on his breath, your nose filled with his signature cologne, skin tingling at the way his muscular arms wrapped you in a protective embrace, mind plagued by how his lips really were as soft as they looked. Your hands found their way into his wild, fluffy hair as you molded your lips to his, a moan slipping from between you conveying your pleasure. Jason smirked into the kiss, and if you weren’t so preoccupied at the moment, you probably would have told him off. But you could only run your fingers through the curls at the back of Jason’s head as his nimble tongue pressed between your parted lips, your thundering heart beating in sync with his.

Everything was hazy as you continued your embrace, wanting more him and never wanting the moment to end. But it had to, as you both eventually pulled way gasping for air. Through hooded eyes, you noticed how bruised Jason’s lips were and the red on his pale cheeks. His hair was somehow even messier than before and his pupils were blown wide. The Boy Wonder let out a chuckle as he stared at you with love-sick eyes.

“I should have done that much sooner,” he brazeningly admitted. “Much sooner?” you questioned. Somehow, Jason’s cheeks got ever redder. “Oh, well, I ...” he stuttered. He coughed and tried again, but still ended up stumbling on his words. Cute, you could only think as he groaned in frustration. “Fuck, why is this so hard?” he grumbled, running a hand through his hair. You grabbed said hand, grasping it gently. “It’s okay. I think I know what you’re trying to say. And I feel the same way,” you smiled.

Jason let out a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing. He shuffled closer to you, wrapping you back in his arms and resting his chin on top of your head. “Thank god. I love you, (y/n),” he said. “I love you, too, Jason.”

You moved to look Jason in the eyes as you held him close. “But you’re really okay with me looking like this? Doesn’t it horrify you?” you ask, pointing to your face. “I think you should take a look in the mirror first, babe,” he chuckled, motioning to your cover length mirror in the corner of the room. Confused, yet hopeful, you let go of Jason and rushed to the mirror.

Pulling away the blanket, you gasped when you saw that your once horrific appearance was no longer there. Your face looked the same as before this whole debacle, no sign that anything unordinary happened a moment ago. You touched the apple of your cheek, running a finger down the soft skin all the way to your jawline.

Beaming from ear to ear, you said to yourself, “I’m back. I’m beautiful again.” “You’ve always been beautiful.Even when you looked all scary,” Jason pointed out. He stood in behind you now, his blue-green eyes soft and warm as he gazed at your form in reflective surface. “Are - are you going to tell the team about this?” you gulped. “Fuck no. Why in the hell would I do that?” “Because I’m not human. Not entirely that is. And I could be a threat to you and the others.” “Babe, that doesn’t fucking matter. We’re a group of teenage vigilantes made of two power-wielding alines, the witch daughter of a demon, a green haired kid who can turn into animals, and two kids trained by a man dressed in a bat costume. I think you’ll be fine.”

You didn’t say anything, not able to come up with something to quip back at. But a part of you was still in denial; how were you supposed to trust that something as big as this wouldn’t ruin the new life you created for yourself? Jason could see you weren’t entirely convinced. He grabbed one of your hands, gently squeezing it in his grasp as he pulled you closer to him. “Hey, we don’t have to tell them. Not today. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be at your side when you do,” he coaxed you. “You promise? Promise you’ll stay with me,” you begged. “I promise,” he whispered. He grazed his lips across your check, placing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. The action caused you to smile, thankful for whatever otherworldly force pulled you two together and closer than ever before.

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“I Can’t Wait for You.”

Fictober Day 6

Xander Bly x Reader

Description: Xander has been lying, and leaving you hurt with no explanations. You can’t take it anymore and confront him about it. {1.0k Words}

A/N: This is so sad. I love Xander Bly and for some reason I really like putting him in angsty situations. I’m very proud of this despite how short it is.

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There was a tension in Briarwood. One unlike any other tension that had been experienced before.

A normal person would assume it’s because of the monster attacks on the city, only held at bay by the Power Rangers. But in reality it was something much more severe.

You and Xander were fighting.

You and Xander - who had been friends since middle school, who had been practically joined at the hip, you and Xander who knew each other better then anyone - were fighting. And it was the worst fight you’d ever had.

You knew it was his fault. He was always ditching you in the middle of your shifts, everyone was actually. Everyone was lying. However there was a difference between being lied to by the new guy Nick, or even being lied to by your close friend Maddie, and being lied to by Xander.

It hurt.

It was hard to be mad at him. And the others would say that it was hard to watch too. They knew there was nothing he could do to fix it without putting you in danger.

“Well maybe if my best friend wasn’t lying to me all the damn time I’d be in a better mood.” You aggressively sorted vinyls into their respective spots, shooting Xander a glare from across the store.

Xander, who was standing behind the counter pinched the bridge of his nose. “I know how I've been bothering you,” he fought to keep his tone steady, “but I promise it will make sense soon. It isn’t that big of a deal.”

You scoffed. “To you maybe. But you ditching me with the entire store means I have to do your job. And Chip’s. And Vida’s. And everybody’s!” You put your arms out to gesture to the store. “Which means not only are you a shitty friend for lying, but you’re a shitty coworker too. But hey, thats not new.”

Yeah, this hurt you really bad. It hurt him too, you knew. But you couldn’t feel any sympathy at the moment.

“If you were actually my best friend then maybe you’d try to be more understanding!” Xander protested, letting his tempter get the best of him and raising his voice. He was trying to protect you, and you didn’t even know. He was doing this all for you.

You raised your eyebrows, “Well then maybe I’m not your best friend! Maybe I never was.”

You began to approach him. You don’t notice the beep, and you don’t notice the other four workers slipping out the door. You do notice Xander’s hand subconsciously go to where his phone is in his pocket. You couldn't help but think even now he wasn't focused on you, even when you were trying to have an important conversation.

“Maybe I’m just an idiot for falling in love with a guy who flirts with everyone under the sun. Maybe I’m just a person who cares about you too much, to the point that I actually give a damn when you start drifting away from me, and leaving, and lying.”

Xander froze. “You're in love with me?”

You paused, the only thing separating you and him at this point was the counter.

“I thought I did. But all I feel now when I think of you is hurt.”

Xander couldn’t move. He wanted to be on the other side of the counter. He wanted to take your hand, hold you, kiss you on the cheek and apologize and apologize and apologize. He wanted to tell you the whole truth, he wanted to tell you that he loved you too, ever since day one. He wanted to tell you that the leaving and the lying was killing him. He wanted to tell you that none of his behavior was his fault.

But the thoughts of those burned towns in the magical realm and the desolate people that had lived in them. The memories of humans running in terror from the darkness. The memory of Maddie turned to stone, of the world in black and white, of Koragg and of Necrolai, who would detect his affections for you from a mile away. The thought that telling you could put you in such danger, and darken the beacon of light that you had always been to him.

When he was Xander Bly, his love for you meant everything. When he was a Power Ranger, his love for you meant weakness.

So instead of pouring out his soul, of telling you the truth, Xander simply said, nearly begging “Please, just give me some time, and I’ll tell you everything.”

You shook your head. He hadn’t even said he loved you back. It stung. You really had been an idiot. All he cared about was his own damn self preservation.

“I can’t wait for you.” You felt tears pricking the corners of your eyes. “I won’t.”

You felt your heart break as you said it. If you had listened closely maybe you would have heard that Xander’s did too.

You had tears silently streaming down your faces at this point. Xander had tears in his eyes. You were hurt. Xander was distraught.

Before Xander could think the worst was over, you opened your mouth again.

“I put in my two week notice last week. I’m sorry.”

Xander felt numb, “But who will take care of the shop?”

“You should. You and Maddie and Nick and them. That is supposed to be our job.” Your tears gave way to a coldness that shocked you and him. All of your turmoil from a moment go evaporated, you had to do this. It hurt less this way (Or so you told yourself).

“And what about us? Will we be ok?” Xander was desperate for any sign that he could salvage this.

You took a shaky breath. “Thank you for being my best friend. And I hope you can figure out whatever is going on with you. But I don’t think I can be a part of your life anymore. Not like this.”

Xanders phone rang as Chip started calling for backup. He had to go, now.

Deep down, he could feel it. The feeling that if he walked away, he’d never get you back.

His phone vibrated again. A faint explosion could be heard somewhere in the city outside the store.

Xander prayed you could forgive him.

His prayer echoed, unheard.

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