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deadghosy · 2 months

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Hi! I hope you're doing great!

So I saw the headcannons of reader as Catnap and Dogday and I fell in love with the way you write! So I was wondering if you could do a headcannon about the reader being bendy from bendy and the ink machine?

Like the reader can draw and bring ink creatures to help around the hotel, maybe draw some decorations for the hotel? Sometimes going full on ink demon form to protect it or just pick up their friends on their back to make them feel taller

And the reader was actually an animator at joey drew studios and died, I think that would be pretty cool!

P.s I would love if the reader was wearing the same suit bendy wore in bendy and the dark revival

HAZBIN HOTEL X BENDY!READER

Prompt: a cute “little” demon becomes a resident who helps with the designs around the hotel!

Starting off. You definitely appeared as baby bendy 😘 with ya cute ass red bow or white bow. What ever you want the bow color as you showed up to the door trying to seem professional as Charlie gushes at your cuteness and lets you in.

The picture of baby bendy in the car, yeah you have that as you literally fuckin' zoom in the hallways drinking apple juice like a bad ass kid….bendy!Reader and chibi!Reader both doing races to make sinners poor😭 lil evil asses….

I imagine Angel dust and Alastor ganging up on you as a team to insult you by your height until you grow up to ink demon from with a roar.

“HOLY SHIT-” “Oh my.” They both said as you they were blew off by the power of your roar. So you felt happy seeing them shocked to see that part of you as Charlie didn’t see it and had commented how adorable you are with your suit.

Shit you are a devil in an angel’s suit‼️

You still wore the suit you had in when you met Audrey…man you miss her. But you are getting taken care of by Charlie and her friends here. Plus her father.

You help design the banners around the place! And even your small ink minions help as well.

I can imagine bendy! Reader being like “fuck it.” Because they can’t reach for the cereal and turn into normal height looking bendy and just starts to act as if it’s normal. While in the background, the crew has pure confusion on their face. Like, “what the fuck? You can be taller?”

“Yeah! Pretty neat right?” “..Im out of here…” husk says walking away as niffty goes up to you excited to talk to you about your height.

You ran over alastor’s foot once….you never speeded over 120 mph in your whole life seeing Alastor chase after you.

I imagine you going to normal height as you are just chilling with your small or long tail swinging and husk gets curious as he picks it up with his paw. “So…this ya tail right here?” You nodded reading the new paper. “So you’re a sinner demon?” “I ain’t nothin'” you said with a smirk as you disappeared in ink.

No one knows what exactly what you are. You don’t have the basic looks to look like a sinner or a hell born. So it’s kinda confusing to other.

You’re obviously a human who died to the ink as you use to animate bendy…so you’re bendy?? Does that make since because whatever you died by is your demon form….hopefully that made sense..

You once went full ink demon mode because a sinner tried to attack at you and husk while just running errands for the hotel. You transformed getting taller with the ink covering your face as you growl and slashes at them with a giant gloved hand covered in ink. And after that husk respected you more.

“Bendy/reader, can you help me make a cute star design?” Vaggie asked as Charlie was trying to make a star gazing banner. You nodded with your cartoony smile and pulls out a marker and started to draw on the air. The star in the air becomes to life as vaggie’s eyes widen.

“Uhm…oh wow. Thanks?” Vaggie says as she walks away with question marks visible while you just smile.

Y’know those dubbed comics where bendy has an accent? I feel like that’s cannon because you and Angel would be babbling about which part of city you guys were from.

I can see sir Pentious and you doing crafts as you made him an ink cartoon flower as he made you a bracelet bead with your name on it.

Lucifer will definitely play violin as you tap dance. Just a wholesome ass moment fr 💗🦆

You one time had fat nuggets in your doom buggy as you guys had shades just chilling around the hotel like bad asses✨

You miss your original family when you were alive and working. But everytime you open your eyes, you are greeted by the sweet comfort of your new family in the hazbin hotel.

You one time made an ink sculpture of your family and you tried to hold your smile but it faltered as you cry at how you missed your family as the ink sculpture melted due to your emotions.

Alastor appeared in your room seeing you sad little state as he comforted you. He had taken a liking to you ever since you joined the crew.

I can see you being childish because of your shortness so you use it to your advantage. YOU AND ALASTOR MAKE YOUR INK DEMONS FIGHT LIKE POKÉMON 😭😭

lol imagine bendy!reader making a whole like of fake ass tarrot cards to fuck with people as you have that smirk on your face.

“You’re gonna get run over toots…watch your back..” “what. The. Fuck-”

They got ran over by a mysterious person and a car….who knew who it was…it was you, you little bastard.

When the hotel has a talent and show day or night, you remembered how you animated bendy to do ballet and tap dancing. So with your information, that’s what you did. Yeah some sinners laughed..but some aplaude as they found it cute and so did your friends

You making ink blob bracelets for your friends as you can make them solid is a goal for real.

Headcannon on how you would try to make ink sculptures, but failing as you huff in anger and smash it with a full ink demon hand as the rest of your body is fine.

Headcannon of you just accidentally leaving ink footprints as you took off your shoes once 😭 niffty doesn’t complain as she likes to clean tho

I can see Lucifer picking your small body up happy for you to be so small as he has started in his eyes. And you are like annoyed at how the cast picks you up like a baby.

LMAO THAT WALMART MEME STOPPP😭😭 LUCIFER PUTS YOU UP TO THE DAMN WALMART CAMERA HAVING ALASTOR ALSO PICK LUCI UP 😭😭

I imagine you and Alastor having either a “bad ass son x calm father” troupe or a “non-biological sibling” troupe as you two get quite along

Your little ass doom buggy is such a weapon when needing to take a troubled guest in the hotel….YOU RAN THEM OVER?! 😨 ALL PEOPLE SEE IS A SMALL ASS INK DEMON HAVING A GUEST SCREAMING AS THEY GET RUNNED OVER TO THE DOOR-

So when the angels came for the battle, you were sure damn ready as you suffocated them in ink and control them into killing their own.

After seeing your full demon form, you definitely had been seen in a different light. They don’t see you as the cute baby bendy they seen you before.

Nah nah. They see you as a grown ass person as you are not in the baby bendy phase but more like the fanart type shit looks. With your charm, you definitely bring in some customers.

HOPED YOU GUYS LIKED THIS AS THIS IS ALL I COULD COME UP WITH 🦆💗 MWAH

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klbwriting · 2 months

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Broken Prism

Chapter 1

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Toddxfemale!Reader

Warnings: Some violence, Batman level of violence

Summary: Everyone sees the world in black and white until they meet their soulmate. Jason Todd assumed Gothamites didn't have souls let alone soulmates, so when he as Robin saves a girl from thugs attacking her school he is shocked when their eyes meet and the world is suddenly a vibrant rainbow. Before they can speak she passes out and he decides to keep her safe he has to watch from afar. Until he dies.

You saw Robin and you saw color. You knew it must be dangerous to be Robin so you let him stay away, hoping someday you could meet and at least hear his voice. Then, it's all black and white again and you mourn the loss of a soulmate you never knew.

A year later you wake up and the world is back in color. You are confused and frightened, not sure what is happening, but you know one thing, you accepted your soulmate hiding before, but now you would find him.

Notes: Hello! This Jason Todd fic is brought to you by the people see in black and white until they meet their soulmate. I thought how crazy it would drive someone to first know their soulmate is a masked vigilante, then they die and everything is back to black and white, and then its color again. That person would probably be obsessed with finding out what happened, why it happened, and who exactly their soulmate was to go off and die and then come back to life. I hope you enjoy! Comments/critiques always appreciated! PS. once again, my Jason Todd fancast is Lewis Tan (but also this GIF of baby Jason Todd brings a sweet tear to my eye)

The first day of high school could be a lot of things. The day you met a new friend, the day you get a lunch tray dropped on you, the day you have a mortifying wardrobe malfunction. What it shouldn't be was the day you almost die AND meet your soulmate. One or the other, not both. However, your life always seemed unnecessarily complicated so when a pair of armed thugs arrived, taking teachers hostage and diligently searching lockers and bags it shouldn't have surprised you. Honestly, it didn't surprise you when they found what they were looking for inside your backpack. You knew your foster dad was shady, shady enough to try and steal money from Two-Face and hide it in your bag like the coward he was. The minions took you, kicking and screaming, out a side door, dragging you by your hair. You tried to fight, swinging wildly and trying to pull away, yelping when you were yanked back easily.

"What are we taking her for? She's just some snot-nosed kid," one of the thugs said, looking around warily. "We don't have time to take a hostage, the Batman's out early today." The other minion scoffed, yanking again on your hair.

"I'm not scared of that psycho, and I want a new plaything, this one looks fun," he said. "A little young normally but she's filling out well." You felt sick rise in your throat at what he had planned for you. He pulled you ahead of the other attacker, letting him fall back to watch his back. You were rounding the side of the school towards the alley, certain you were going to horribly mutilated and murdered, when you swore you saw a shadow amidst the dumpsters.

Then you heard the other thug collapse, grunting. You tried to turn and look, worried that some other gang was coming to join the fun, but the one holding your hair threw you. Your head rocked against the brick wall of the school. You muttered out a curse as you sat down, starting to see black engulfing you, when you made contact with Robin. Before you lost consciousness you saw it, his eyes suddenly in full color, then you succumbed.

Gotham wasn't the place Jason thought he would find a soulmate. He didn't he'd ever see color in the world. Between the rich trying to buy, sell, or steal anything and everything their sick hearts' desired and the criminals who would kill you on sight just for fun he was surprised anyone, including himself, has a soul to begin with. So when black and white suddenly became color he froze, almost missing the fist coming for him face. Almost. His dodge was late, the thugs punch grazing his cheek, not enough to knock him down but enough that he felt pain in his jaw. He still recovered before the attack, throwing his own punch that was reinforced with black brass knuckles, landing true right to side of the thug's head, knocking the man down and out.

Batman looked at him, gaze dark. He dropped the other attacker on top of the first, grabbing the backpack and getting the money from it. They had been tracking this cash, needing it collected before the toxin that it was doused in caused anyone to start laughing. He promptly lit the stack on fire, making sure it burned to ash, while Jason picked up the girl and took her out of the alley, nearer to the school. He waved down the GCPD that was there and saw two officers come running, waving for an ambulance to follow them down the street. He took one more glance at her, his soulmate, before going back to the alley. Batman motioned to the building next to them and Jason followed, grappling to the roof and landing just after Batman, knowing he was going to get chewed out for at least two things.

"Brass knuckles Robin?" Batman asked. "Those are something you aren't able to use properly yet." Jason glared, but bit his tongue. Better a tongue lashing now than extra training drills in the evening. "And what happened back there? You hesitated, that isn't like you." Jason didn't answer again. The last thing he needed was Batman knowing that the world wasn't in shades of gray for Jason anymore. He could see the red of the bricks of the school, he had seen the brown in your eyes, and the auburn of your hair. He had no idea what these colors were actually called, he would have to borrow the flashcards Dick had bought when he'd met Barbara. "Start talking Robin."

"The brass knuckles are helpful, I didn't need to use more energy to take out that guy who is literally twice my size," he said. He hated to remember that while Batman was fully grown, in his mid-30s, and the peak of his physical self, Jason was still just 16, a little scrawny despite his weight training, and maybe had some growing to do. "And I don't know why I hesitated, maybe it was seeing a kid my own age almost getting her head smashed in." He was watching the EMTs carting her to the ambulance. He felt the need to follow them, make sure she was safe. He wanted to find her tomorrow and talk to her, hear what she sounded like when she wasn't screaming. Batman watched Jason as he watched the girl they saved. Something was up, but he wasn't sure what. They weren't in an area of town that Jason had ever lived, nor did he go there when he wasn't Robin so he didn't know the girl. He would have to keep an eye on his sidekick. For now he just told him to go home. He would do one last sweep of the city and make sure the tainted cash was all collected and destroyed.

Jason should have gone back to the manor, but instead he followed the ambulance to Gotham General, perching on the roof. He watched them drive inside and wished he had a change of clothes, he could at least sneak in easier. He moved to the access stairs and headed down, keeping to the quieter hallways and stairwells until he was able to find her. She was still unconscious, though it looked medicinal now. He stared at her, memorizing her face, counting every freckle, watching her chest go up and down as she slept. He heard voices in the hallway and looked back at her for a moment, silently promising her that she would safe from now on, he would make sure of it. He disappeared into a vent, heading back outside and starting back towards the manor. After about three blocks he knew that Nightwing had found him, so he stopped, waiting for his big brother to catch up.

"Batman wanted me to keep track of you little bird," Nightwing said. Jason rolled his eyes at the name but didn't say anything. It secretly made him feel special, hearing his brother call him a nickname. "So who was the girl?" It figures he had seen him in the hospital room.

"We just saved her from some of Two-Faces bitches at Gotham North high school," he said. "The asshole threw her into a wall, I looked at her and her eyes, they're the most beautiful color I've ever seen." Nightwing's eyebrows got high enough that Jason saw them peeking out of his mask.

"Going to need those flashcards, did you tell Batman?" Nightwing asked. Jason shook his head. "I get it, but he should know..."

"No Dick," Jason said. He knew that Batman would have him running laps around the grounds until he collapsed if he heard Jason calling Dick by his mortal name, but right now he needed his brother to understand how serious he was. Jason didn't want Batman to know, didn't need Batman or Bruce Wayne worrying about him, about what finding his soulmate might do to him. He would be considered a liability, too young to handle the responsibility, balance the need to see her, to protect her, with the need to keep Gotham safe. Dick had already been Nightwing when Barbara had come along, Bruce had simply told him to not let the soulmate urges distract him, and that had been enough. Jason was younger, more reckless, more unpredictable and Bruce would be waiting for him to screw up, another thing to add to the list of things Jason didn't do as well as Dick with.

"He will figure it out," Dick said. Jason stood up and shook his head, grappling away, wanting to get back home and get a shower before patrol tonight. He needed to think.

You started learning the names of colors as soon as you got home. It was amazing, seeing everything the world had to offer, so much beauty and so bright. But nothing could drive the image of Robin's eyes out of your mind. You knew that he probably hadn't come back to see you again because he was Robin. No one knew who Batman, Robin, or Nightwing were and despite being soulmates its not like he knew you, knew he could trust you. So you went about your life, telling only your closest friends that you had a soulmate. They of course questioned you on who it was but you said that it was a quick glance, no names exchanged, no phone numbers, nothing, so you weren't sure how to find him. They had plenty of suggestions that you pretended to entertain but you knew it was useless, if Robin didn't want you to know him then you wouldn't. You would gaze at every boy with dark hair and brown eyes you came across, at school, at the arcade, the library, your job at Big Belly Burger, everywhere, just trying to find someone who's eyes matched his. You never found him. Then everything changed.

It was evening, you were sitting in your room, watching a movie, once again marveling about the colors in the mountains as the camera swept over the scenery. Your new foster parents didn't understand your fascination with nature documentaries but you didn't want to tell about Robin, they would be worried you were crazy and send you back to the group home and you didn't want to be there ever again. The documentary was just changing to the ocean, your favorite part, when suddenly the world went back to black and white. Your breath stopped, eyes getting wide. You blinked once, twice, three times, but it stayed black and white. You stood, wanting to run out the door, find Robin, but you couldn't, you had no idea where he might be. You knew what had happened, the world only went back to black and white when your soulmate died. You couldn't believe this. You'd never even heard his voice and now you never would. You collapsed on your floor, tears streaming down at the future you had been imagining, all of it crashing down around you. Your parents found you like this, inconsolable, and despite not wanting to go back to the group home that's where you were taken a few days later, the world still dull and gray.

You spent the next year in gray, unable to bring yourself back to the person you had been before. You bounced around homes, therapy seeming useless for you, new parents not sure how to draw you out of your depression. Your friends told you about support groups for people who lost their soulmates, people who could help you recover, but you didn't want to. You wanted to hear his voice, feels his hand, know what his name was. It wasn't fair, nothing in your life seemed fair. You went to bed every night with dried tears on your cheeks.

Until, one day, you woke up, and the color was back.

#jasontodd #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jasontoddxreader #redhood #red hood #red hood x reader #redhoodxreader #brokenprism

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brabblesblog · 4 months

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Ch 8: Thou hast ravished my heart with thine eyes.

Astarion has ascended, and she has stayed with him. Life in the Crimson Palace isn’t as idyllic as it seems. Is there a chance for their relationship to go back to how it was? Or is it too late for the Ascendant and his consort?

This series is about Ban, my Tav, and the Vampire Ascendant. Will be angst and smut, with sprinkles of fluff.

This fic is a softer take on Ascendant!Astarion and of the changes he undergoes after the rite. Can Ban handle the change, and if a chance came, would she choose to run? And can the Ascendant win her back in time? Inspired by the concept of vampire wives and that IGN interview with Larian that discussed the ascension.

Professionally edited by @editing-by-night

The party is in full swing. Ban and Astarion’s relationship is redefined.

Read on AO3.

Masterlist.

Ban stepped out of the bedroom, surprised to see the Ascendant right by the door. She had purposefully delayed joining the party, half hoping he’d be too occupied by then to notice her.

She didn’t realize how much she actually consumed his thoughts; didn’t realize that in her absence he hadn’t really found any meaning to the scheming, merely going through the motions.

He offered her his arm, taking a quick, appreciative look at her body. The halter top was a good choice - it showed off well-defined shoulders, and Astarion itched to sink his teeth into the belly of the muscle.

“They’re here,” he said as she linked arms with him. She took a deep breath and he finally realized that she was nervous.

He turned to her, determined. “Whatever happens, Ban, I’m not letting them touch a hair on your head. I promise.”

Astarion knew it to be true. This was one thing both sides of him could agree on - he would let the world burn to keep her safe, himself included if need be.

As they made their way to the ballroom, Ban noticed that he had prepared. He'd summoned more minions than ever before, and various combinations of werewolves, skeletons, and ghasts were stationed at regular intervals. For the first time, his display of power didn’t make her feel uncomfortable. She pressed closer to him, their sides touching as they walked.

They reached the double doors of the ballroom; she squeezed his arm, one final gesture of gratitude and fear. Astarion drank in the moment; he hadn’t felt needed, wanted, or even seen by her of late. Today, he was getting it all, and he found himself being more willing to let his guard down as a result.

“You’ll be okay.” There was no need for pet names, not when it was just him and the only person he’d ever cared about. “We get through this party, and I shall get my reward.”

She laughed, and he felt his heart swell.

“And after that?”

He looked away. He had ideas, but he didn’t think now was the right time to say them.

“We’ll have eternity to figure it out.” A wave of affection came over him, and before he could think too much, he pressed a little kiss to her cheek.

He squeezed her hand, their arms still interlinked. He opened the door, and the Ascendant and his consort entered the ballroom.

Ban spotted the leader of the coven instantly. Human, with cropped raven-black hair and broad, well-built shoulders. In another life, she might have been attracted to the sight. He had two elves with him, both ethereally beautiful and scantily dressed, each draped on an arm.

Compared to them, she was positively masculine. Ban sighed at the thought, brushing it off.

The vampire spotted them and turned, making a beeline for them. Ban felt Astarion straighten up, and so did she.

“Astarion.” The man offered his hand to the Ascendant, and Astarion took it in a quick grasp. He noticed to his displeasure that the other vampire was a good head taller than him.

“Vel Stedez.” Astarion inclined his head in acknowledgement, and then tilted it back so that he was able to look the taller man in the face without craning his neck. He’d always been a master at looking up at someone taller than him while still giving the impression that he was looking down at them, and it proved useful at this moment.

“This is Ban.”

She curtsied, and Vel gave her a bow in return.

“The daywalking consort. I have heard so much about you.” Vel gestured to the ladies beside him. “Enxisys and Miaxisys Flendror - my favoured spawn.”

Ban realized with dawning horror that the two elves were related - possibly even twins. She quickly masked it.

Astarion kissed each of their hands. “Charmed,” he murmured, and both girls tittered. They obviously liked what they saw, eyes hungrily taking in Astarion’s features. The Ascendant returned their gaze with equal, albeit manufactured, intensity, knowing how to play this role far too well.

Vel’s eyes were intense, a maroon so dark it was almost black. He stared at Ban, at the way her dress clung to her body. Her skin crawled at the sensation.

“A unique specimen, for sure,” he told the Ascendant. “I can see why you chased her all the way to Waterdeep.” He turned his gaze to Astarion, and its coldness reminded him so much of Cazador that his hands twitched and he had to stop himself from going for the other vampire’s throat.

“A word of advice, fledgling. That is exactly why you create spawn. Not brides.” He leveled another long, lecherous look at Ban, one that made no pretense about what he was staring at. “Spawn do not go off gallivanting, forcing you to chase after them like a lovesick pup.”

Vel took a step forward with sudden speed, grabbing Ban by the jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze. She flinched, and Astarion bared his fangs, his control over his rage hanging by a thread.

“Do be careful, Vel,” he snarled. “It wouldn’t be wise to be rude to your host. Release her.”

Vel gave Astarion a glance, then pointedly ignored him in favor of Ban. “I would so enjoy you, gorgeous. I love it when they fight back, and I can tell you’d be feisty.” Astarion hissed and reached out for Vel’s arm, but before he could make contact, Vel dropped his hand. He eyed Ban head to toe once more, his tone turning rueful. “But alas, your lord has said I cannot borrow you. Such a shame,” he tutted.

Astarion couldn’t stop the exhale of relief that came out of him. He didn’t move, but all he wanted was to wrap his arms around her and take her away from this.

Instead, he tried to redirect. “I don’t like sharing my things,” he drawled, adopting a bored, dispassionate tone. Inside, he was becoming increasingly more panicked. Vel’s interest in Ban was greater than he’d anticipated and he was worried he might not be able to protect her as well as he’d planned. If he couldn’t keep his promise, she’d leave again. He’d never see her, never touch her, she’d never let him win her back. “I find doing so makes them less… pristine. Why, Vel - would you have allowed me to fuck these two lovely ladies, had I asked?”

Vel grinned widely, and Astarion’s heart dropped. In his panicked rush to find a response, he’d bungled it. Shit.

“I would!” The taller man clapped his hands together. “If you would be amenable to a swap after all, I would be most happy to-“

“No.” Astarion couldn’t completely hide the disgust in his tone. “A gracious offer, but as I previously mentioned - I am not looking to share what is mine.”

“So be it,” Vel said coolly, but his eyes shone with malice. “Just a dance with your dear consort, then?” The word consort was said disdainfully, as though Vel thought of the idea of having one absurd.

Before Astarion could answer, Ban made the choice for him. She slipped her hand off Astarion’s arm and raised it, meeting Vel’s outstretched arm. The Ascendant was barely able to mask his fear and worry for her, but he nodded.

“Enxisys. Miaxisys. Keep the Ascendant entertained, will you?”

The twins moved to either side of Astarion. He linked arms with them reluctantly, not seeing much choice in the matter. As Vel took Ban to the dance floor, Astarion sat on his throne, a girl on each leg. He swallowed once, slipping himself into the role that must be played, then briefly reached out to Ban’s mind.

Be careful.

As Ban was swept across the room in a gentle waltz, she glanced over to see Astarion being fed grapes by the twins. She bit back a surge of jealousy, then turned her attention to Vel.

“So. Daywalking,” Vel said, leaning closer to speak above the din of the party, “How do you manage that?”

The truth wouldn’t hurt them. If anything, it could serve to show how powerful Astarion had become and thus discourage any nefarious plots by Vel.

“My Lord extends some of his gifts to me, as a boon,” she said automatically.

The vampire laughed. “And he did so, even when you were in Waterdeep? Don’t deny it. I have reports of you walking in the markets.” He shook his head. “I should have known Cazador’s spawn would be so feeble. The power of the ascension was wasted on him.”

Ban couldn’t help the growl that escaped her at his words.

Vel, emboldened by the idea of Astarion’s impotence, pulled Ban tighter to his body so that they were chest to chest.

“What would Astarion say, hm?” He forcefully pressed Ban against him, his hand moving down to grab her ass and squeeze tightly. The other hand slid to her hip.

She yelped, her mind blanking in fear. She froze, her mind automatically searching for Astarion’s, but before she even made contact she could hear his voice.

“I’d like my wife back, if you don’t mind.” His tone was perfectly level, but his eyes were glinting with barely concealed rage. Enxisys and Miaxisys trailed just behind him, looking disconcerted - he had obviously eluded them in his rush to intervene.

Vel held still for a moment, considering defying Astarion. Then he laughed and with one final squeeze of Ban’s ass, let her go. “Of course.”

She was still frozen, eyes unable to meet Astarion’s. He quickly wrapped an arm around her waist. For a moment, he felt a thrum of energy and worried she’d inadvertently put the wards up in her panic, but he was too worried about her to care about it possibly hurting him. Thankfully, his hand settled against her without any resistance and he pulled her against his chest. He held her close, taking a moment to ensure she was alright. Then he glared at Vel.

Vel watched this with amusement. “Wife, Astarion? You really do give your creation too much power. If I may suggest a firmer ha-”

Long fingers wrapped around Vel’s throat, cutting off his words as his feet were lifted several inches off the ground, Astarion dangling the taller man by the neck with no visible effort.

“A firmer hand, you say?” Astarion drawled with sinister delight.

Vel’s face was a picture of confident arrogance, his smile tinged with faint amusement. He reached up to pry the hand from his neck, the arrogant smirk beginning to wane when his strongest effort had no effect whatsoever. Miaxisys and Enxisys gasped, both taking a half-step towards the Ascendant, freezing in place when he turned to give them a look that dared them to try. In the background, a cacophony of growls and hisses reverberated around the room, Astarion’s summons responding to their master’s fury.

A small, strangled noise escaped Vel - more humiliation and bafflement than actual suffocation - and Astarion fixed his gaze on him. “I did warn you not to be rude, Vel.” His hand tightened a fraction, fingernails digging into skin; Vel would have marks for at least a few hours after this encounter. “Now, apologize to my wife.”

Vel huffed in indignation, but the hand around his throat tightened further, and he choked out a quiet “My apologies, Ban,” his eyes burning with loathing… and just the slightest hint of fear.

“One more chance; violate our hospitality again, and you will return to Waterdeep in pieces.”

His countenance cooled almost instantly and he dropped Vel unceremoniously. As the other man caught himself, rubbing his bruised throat, Astarion rearranged his coat, features sliding into a veneer of calm politeness once again.

“Take your time, Vel. Miaxisys, Enxisys - a pleasure having you here.” He gave the spawn a small bow. “Please, enjoy the rest of the night.”

Before Vel could say anything damning, Astarion took Ban away, leading her into the thick of the crowd on the dance floor.

The moment they were in the middle of the crowd, Astarion wrapped both arms around her waist and held her. She buried her head against his chest. He tried to peer at her face.

“Are you okay?” he said, keeping his voice low.

Ban could smell the twins’ perfume on him, but it didn’t bother her. She lifted her head, meeting his gaze, and in that moment she felt as if the ascension had never happened at all - he was here in her moment of need. She nodded, hoping to reassure him.

“I’m fine. He got handsy, but that’s all.” She could see him scanning her face, trying to gauge the truth of her words. Seemingly satisfied, he exhaled.

Ban tapped her temple. Speak here.

I don’t think we’re rid of him yet, unfortunately, Astarion replied. However, with any luck, the other covens won’t want to interfere with a conflict like this. Territorial disputes are one thing - but interfering with someone else’s bride is another matter entirely. He cupped her cheek, his fingers shaking from the intensity of his anger. He hurt you. He made me break my promise. His eyes were soft for a moment more, and then they hardened at the thought of Vel Stedez attempting to take his treasure right under his nose. In the heart of his palace, no less.

That prick, he hissed into her mind. You’re mine. You will only ever be mine. His voice was rough, even over the bond, the wounded pride coming to play. I should have staked him where he stood.

Astarion, Ban murmured, and just his name was almost enough to snap him out of it. Is that all that matters to you? That he tried to take what’s yours?

She looked disappointed. She was hoping he was starting to understand what she wanted from him, and this sounded like a step backwards.

To her immense delight, the Ascendant shook his head, looking away. Possessing her was part of it, of course, but he was more worried about her than anything else. For now, that small gesture was all he had the bravery to manage; speaking the words would make it too real.

Ban knew all too well what that look meant, why Astarion suddenly looked off to the side - he was feeling a little too vulnerable. She decided to give him her understanding in terms that he'd be more willing to accept, knowing words were often difficult for him.

She cupped his face in both hands and before he could react, she kissed his lips. She tried to set the pace of the kiss, pushing her tongue into his mouth, hoping he’d let her continue the dynamic they had earlier in the day.

He smiled into the kiss, returning it just as eagerly, his tongue finding its way into her mouth in return. When he pulled away, his eyes were shut, his breathing hard and fast. “Have I behaved well enough, now?” he whispered.

She slid her hands from his cheeks to his chest, feeling the pounding of his heart.

He smiled wider at that. “For you,” he murmured. “It only races for you.”

His hands dropped to her ass, and he opened his eyes. Without a word, he slowly led her to his throne. He took a seat and pulled her to his lap, her skirt fanning out over his legs, covering them both. She scooted a little more towards his torso, settling her ass higher up on his thigh. She shifted her weight against his groin, watching his eyes widen and then narrow at her.

“Bad girl,” he growled, a hand coming up to grip her thigh in turn.

“I think we both know you’re not the one barking commands today, Astarion.”

He scowled, but it was soon replaced by an exaggerated sigh. Of course. “If you must,” he said resignedly, pretending that he didn’t feel the bolt of excitement that shot straight to his cock.

As they sat on the throne surveying the party, Ban slipped the hand closest to Astarion beneath her skirt, cupping him through his trousers. He couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath or the way his body jerked up to meet her touch. He was already growing hard, and he felt the familiar urge to fuck her senseless roaring back to life.

“Pretty good party,” she drawled, “I see you managed well even without me.”

The hand on his cock squeezed, and she began to stroke along his now rock-hard length. He fought the urge to buck, one hand clutching the armrest in a viselike grip, the other fisted in Ban’s skirt.

“Ban-” he choked out. More, he thought desperately, longing for there to be nothing between her skin and his. He wanted this. No. He thought he needed this - this new, delicious feeling of letting go, of letting his pleasure take precedence.

She laughed softly, leaning back to whisper against his ear. Her breath tickled the edge, making him shiver. “Say please.”

Astarion considered denying her, but the urge to assert control didn’t stand a chance against the raging inferno of his desire for her. He relented. “Please.” His hips rolled a little, pressing his cock against her hand. The pleasure was immense, and he could feel himself throbbing with need.

“Mm. I think… you can do better than that.” She stopped touching him, drawing her hand away, and the loss of sensation nearly wrested an unbecoming whimper from him.

His cock twitched, straining against the fabric. He shifted his hips and adjusted himself, easing the pressure a little.

His next words were frantic. “Okay. Okay. Ban - please. I want you to touch me.”

She nodded, considering that enough. She found the buttons of his trousers, popping them open and letting him spring free. Astarion exhaled, swallowing down a whine as she wrapped her hand around his cock.

Ban huffed a laugh. “You’re so hard, Astarion, gods.”

Hidden under her skirt and her body covering them from prying eyes, she began to stroke him. She swiped her thumb across his tip, collecting the fresh precum and spreading it as she thumbed circles around his cockhead. She could feel his cock pulsing in her palm and it was a glorious thing, the way he responded to her touch. Try as he might to keep still, his hips still bucked subtly.

Astarion forced his eyes ahead. His grip on the armrest was now painfully tight, and part of him worried he’d crack the wood.

“I’m aching for you too, don’t worry,” Ban whispered, “Imagine, Astarion, if it was my heat taking you right now. Squeezing around you.” She leaned back to watch him struggle, and then licked the tip of his ear.

He couldn’t quite hold this moan in, and it escaped as a small, strangled noise. He desperately needed to rut harder, and he obliged himself a little, rolling his hips at a slightly different angle. He twitched in her grasp, and she smirked as she felt him throb.

“You want to come?” She asked, glancing over at him.

He nodded violently, hands trembling. He had been left wanting all day, since that first little tease, and he felt frenzied, wild, like he might die if he couldn’t have her soon.

“Please.” It grated on him somewhat to say it, but to his surprise and delight he realized he trusted her enough to play along - in fact, he was enjoying it.

“I think not. If you come here, you’ll stain your pretty clothes. Everyone will see. We can’t have that, can we?”

She stopped stroking his cock, and the loss made him ache. He knew she was right, but he was so delirious with need that he considered telling her fuck it and just bending her over in front of the whole party. If not for Vel and his prurient interest in Ban, he would likely do exactly that.

She considered their predicament for a moment, and then smiled. “We could slip away for a quick moment, if that’s what my lord wishes?”

Astarion nodded frantically. All too eager, he quickly reached in to tuck himself back into his trousers. As Ban stood, so did he, and he used her body to hide his raging erection from the crowd. They managed to sneak off to the hallway and into their bedroom; Astarion snapped the door shut.

“Fuck me,” he hissed, all pretense gone. But she only laughed.

“So impatient,” she teased.

He growled, a little of his usual arrogance coming through as he crowded her against a wall. His hands grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.

“I know you want to,” he said, in between kisses to her lips and throat. “I know you’re wet for me, darling, just as I ache for you. I know you want my come inside you. So how about I give it to you?”

Ban felt her core contract at his words, aching to be filled.

Astarion released her wrists to ruck her skirt up, but she stopped him.

“I didn’t say you could.”

For the first time, it didn’t even cross his mind to fight her, the usual sting of his pride being forced down entirely absent. In that moment, he realized why allowing her dominion over him felt so right. When she took control, she was fully present - there was no resignation or absence in her. She actively chose every kiss, every caress, every drop of pleasure she bestowed upon him. In this, he found a fierce joy; there was no room for arrogance or pride. Instead, there was only the throbbing need in his cock and her sheer closeness. He could smell her arousal mingling with his own, and the heady scent - one he thought he’d never get to enjoy again - almost drove him insane.

“Please, Ban,” he whimpered, and it was the easiest those words have ever left his lips. “I’m begging you. Fuck me. Ride me.” He ground against her, feeling her moist heat through his trousers.

Any further words were lost as she kissed him again, her hands lifting her skirt to reveal her glistening mound. He reached for her with his free hand, his thumb finding her clit and tracing circles around it without breaking the kiss. The other hand eagerly cupped her breast, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. He found her already soaking wet, her entrance slick and warm and so ready for him. His hips ground against her erratically, his cock absolutely begging for friction, rhythm be damned.

“Astarion,” she warned, “You don’t need to. Just let me give you pleasure for once. That’s it. Nothing else.”

He was uneasy about that. For two hundred years, sex had been a performance, sometimes a torturous one. There had been scores of cruel lovers, who had enjoyed bringing him to the brink and then refusing him relief. His body had responded against his will, and the need had always been fiery and desperate and painful, all the same. With her, especially before the ascension, he had slowly been learning to enjoy himself in the moment, learning to trust that she’d give him what he wanted - what he needed. However, that had been quite some time ago. Whenever they’d made love in the last few months, it had felt like she was going through the motions, and that had made him resort to his old tricks to elicit some kind of response.

But he rediscovered a truth he’d always known before and had forgotten since his ascension. He could trust her. He didn’t have to perform for her. Ever. He merely had to be real.

“I want to,” he murmured, “I want to make you come. And then I want you to ride me.” He met her gaze. “Please let me.”

She nodded. Astarion smiled, and then fell to his knees in front of her. As his deft hands worked to undo his trousers and free his aching cock, he buried his face in her sex. His left hand spread her open and his tongue swiped at her engorged clit, then lapped at her entrance.

Delicious.

His right hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself fast and hard. He squeezed lightly as he did, his hips pistoning as he fucked his hand, desperately chasing his release.

Ban looked down to see him buried nose deep in her groin, tongue fucking her, his thumb rubbing her clit while he touched himself. His ass clenched with every frantic thrust. She threaded her fingers through his hair, but didn’t pull.

“Astarion. Don’t come like that. You know where I want it.” Where we both want it.

He backed off enough to meet her gaze, and the sight of his chin and mouth coated in her wetness made her groan.

“I know.” The smirks and the arrogance were gone; all that was left was Astarion and his blinding devotion to her. “I won’t come until you tell me to, and I’ll do it where you want me to.”

Absolute trust. It was entirely novel to the Ascendant, but it felt right.

Ban smiled down at him and ruffled his hair. “Good.”

With that, Astarion resumed his work, his lips wrapping around her clit. He sucked, his tongue flicking against her flesh. He let go of his cock to grip her hip, pressing her closer to him and urging her to fuck his mouth.

She obliged, hips gliding as she rubbed against his tongue and lips. He could feel his cock aching, begging for something - anything, but that didn’t matter much right now. All he could think about was how she tasted, how she ground herself against his face, how her hand fisted in his curls. He gently, carefully pressed a fang against her clit, dragging it along the surface, holding her hips still as she writhed with the sensation.

That alone almost brought her to her peak; she released her grip on Astarion's hair, covering her mouth to stifle her moans.

Astarion, sensing how close she was, flattened his tongue and continued to lap at her entrance and the bottom of her clit, while his thumb slid over the top, rubbing faster and faster. The twitching of his neglected cock was barely an afterthought; he knew his own release would soon follow.

Ban moaned his name as she rode the wave of her orgasm, her knees buckling. His name was a fervent prayer from her lips, a worshipful sound that never failed to go straight to Astarion’s cock. He held her up throughout, his tongue and thumb still working until she squirmed from overstimulation.

He gave her one last lick from entrance to clit and then pulled away, making a show of licking his fangs and lips as he met her gaze.

“May I?” He asked.

She nodded. “Yes, you may. I'd ride you, but I think we're too far gone for that. Fuck me. Take your pleasure from me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Astarion stood, hand pumping his cock as he lined himself up with Ban’s entrance. Without further delay, he buried himself to the hilt, sliding home with no resistance. She was slick and warm and perfect. He groaned, pressing their foreheads together; he had been dreaming of this for so long.

Ban could smell herself on his breath, and she leaned in to kiss him as he began to fuck her. This time, there was no performance from either of them. Astarion’s hips thrust of their own accord, and they did not roll like they usually did when he wanted to make her come. Instead he pumped in and out, hips pistoning at a punishing pace. He gripped her ass with both hands, pressing her closer to him, burying himself as deeply as he could with every thrust.

Their tongues tangled in a mess of breaths and moans, and Astarion could feel his balls tightening as he approached his climax. Good - so good, having her here, taking her, sinking my cock deep inside her heat, where it belongs, has always belonged. More, he thought, more and more forever because I want and need and miss you so much.

Ban placed a hand on his chest, feeling the roaring thunder of his heart, tongue finding a fang and pressing on it until she drew blood. He whined at the taste, eagerly lapping at it, and she smiled.

“Come for me, Astarion.”

Even in this, especially in this, the Ascendant obeyed without thought. Her command pushed him over the edge into an ecstasy beyond description. As he came, he moaned into her mouth, his hips spasming in jittery thrusts and grinds as he lost all control. He felt the overwhelming sensation of release as he emptied himself inside her, filling her with his come, and for the first time in months, he wasn’t coming into emptiness. There was warmth, and tightness, and closeness. There was her. It was so exquisite his eyes closed against the overwhelming joy and pleasure.

For several moments neither of them moved, clinging to one another while they caught their breath. As the world came back into focus he slowly pulled out of Ban, looking down and watching as his cock emerged, coated in his come and her wetness. She looked down as well, smiling.

“Won’t do to have that mess in your trousers for the rest of the night,” she teased, kneeling down to lick every inch of his cock clean. The sensation was intense, almost too much, and his hand gripped her shoulder tightly as she cleaned him.

She gave him one last, hard suck, earning her a loud groan, before standing back up. He fixed her with an unsteady, almost stunned gaze as he tucked himself back into his trousers and fixed his clothes.

“I want to try again, Ban.” The words slipped out earnestly and without hesitation. He had been considering how to broach this topic all day, vacillating between grand gestures and a long prepared speech. In the end, after all this, he felt this was the best way to do it. The way she always seemed to want him - sincere. Real.

Ban stared at him in shock, contemplating saying no. There was too much baggage, no matter how fantastic the sex was. But she could see that he was closer to his old self than he’d ever been. Not exactly the same - but almost. He’d protected her out of love, allowed her to take charge, trusted her to do right by him, and had now taken the next logical step.

He was handing her his heart, just as he had when he’d first confessed his feelings to her.

“If that’s what you want,” Ban murmured, caressing his cheek. His face was still damp with sweat and slick, and she traced some of the wetness on his lips. He parted them to suck her finger, a coy smile crossing his features.

“I’ve never wanted anything more.”

He knew there was work to be done. There was still the party to attend to. There were things to make amends for and things to prove. He had to get over his pride and relearn letting his walls down, if only for her. It might prove impossible, but he intended to try.

But for now? This was enough.

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vespertiliosworld · 2 months

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Dancing With Ice

Jason Todd x Reader

The screams rising from all over Gotham were the Penguin's work. Neither the sun nor the moon was visible. The surroundings were just covered in a huge layer of ice, you were standing together on top of the slowly freezing city. Of course, you are the one who creates this cold with your white costume and your hand fan.

You quickly swung the hand fan with the shiny metal coming from the side, turning it into ice and making it fall to the ground."Batman! You're finally here!" said the Penguin happily.

You smiled as Batman and his minions landed on the roof of the building in front of you. "Stop what you're doing." Batman said sternly.

You giggled and placed your hands on your hips. "Or what?" you said in a sarcastic voice.

When Batman narrowed his eyes and moved to attack, you quickly blew cold air, knocking him back. However, you failed to notice the attack coming from the side. When you were pushed so that you fell off the roof, you threw an ice cube on the ground and pulled yourself up. While Penguin and his mens held Batman and the others, Red Hood kept his eyes on you.

"Look who's here, hello handsome!" You said sarcastically and swung your hand fan and threw ice spears at him but he easily dodged it.

Red Hood jumped onto the ice platform you were on and attacked to knock you down, but you lifted a wall of ice on the platform, causing you to fall down. He threw his hook and went up again. "Nice move princess, but it's not enough."

When he pulled out his gun and fired it at you, you froze the bullet. "I do not think so." you said in a cold tone. You were quick enough to throw your fan and scratch the cheek of his helmet, but he was too concerned with your body to dodge it. "Keep your eyes on me, pretty boy, otherwise our game will be over immediately." You said, taking back your fan by sucking in the cold air.

Red Hood laughed lightly and jumped on you to attack you, but this time he jumped over you because he was waiting for the wall you created. After he got close, he threw a punch at you, but since you weren't that good at close combat, you could barely dodge his punches or kicks."You weren't that scary up close, huh, princess." He was distracting you by talking to you.

Unable to block his next punch, you were thrown back and fell down. Since the fall stunned you, you couldn't cast any ice spells and moved closer to the ground. The one time you were sure you were going to die, Red Hood caught you with a hook swing. While holding you tightly around your waist, he threw you onto a lower roof and landed himself."Is that enough princess, or shall we continue?"

You took a few seconds to catch your breath and didn't answer. Then you stood up, taking the hand fan he threw in front of you. "I'm not finished." you said breathlessly. You quickly jumped on him and hitted the fan in his face.

In response, he punched you hard and broke your wrist. When your hand fan fell, you groaned in pain and grabbed your wrist. You didn't have time to move or think about what to do when you received another kick to the stomach.

"Give up, princess, maybe we can help you." he said as he took a few cautious steps towards you writhing on the ground. "Come on, give up."

When you placed your hand on the ground, he thought you were trying to get up, but instead you trapped his foot in the ice. "Never!" You quickly swung the fan with your good hand and cut his arm and certain parts of his body.

"Who's the princess now?" You spoke to him in a sarcastic voice and moved towards his body full of cuts.

Red Hood laughed behind his helmet. "So you're a tough princess." he said to you and attacked you when you least expected it. As you fell to the ground, cursing, your eyes drifted to the Penguin who had been caught.

"It was a stupid move to work with him." you said to yourself and raised your hands in surrender. "I give up." you said easily.

Red Hood reached for your wrists to grab you. "Good idea sweet princess." he said sarcastically. You hissed with your sore wrist when he grabbed your wrists and held you tightly. "Ups, sorry."

You smiled and approached his face. "Take off that helmet and I'll give you a congratulatory kiss, handsome." you said in a seductive tone.

He brought his face closer to yours and laughed. "Do I look that stupid, princess?" He said in a flirty whisper.

"No darling." you said, giggling. You giggled, placing your hands on his chest. "You look stupider." He suddenly realized what you were doing when his body was covered in ice.

You reached up and took off his helmet, and you were surprised by the face that came before your eyes. This was Jason, your one and only lover. “Jason” You whispered in surprise.

His eyes widened in shock. "Do you know me?" said .

You quickly stepped back and looked around. I guess Batman was done with the Penguin."Don't come after me." You said shouting and took your fan, melted the ice on Jason and started to run away.

Instead of coming after you, Jason picked up his helmet from the ground and put it on. As the ice around Gotham rapidly melted, you disappeared. After hiding somewhere where no one could find you, you clenched your teeth and sat on the ground.

You held your head with your hands and cursed yourself. You almost lost the love you loved the most. You quickly stood up, took off your costume, put it in the bag you kept and headed home with stress. It wasn't long before you got home as you thought about what to do.

When you entered the house, the urge to vomit turned your stomach upside down. The fact that your boyfriend Jason, who was always kind to you, was the Red Hood who killed people at night was heavy. You can't be together, he's the good guy and you're the bad guy. It's next to impossible, but you still want to be selfish and stay with him.

When he walked in, Jason was at home, but in his Red Hood costume. His eyes were quite hard than usual. "That was you." he said sternly.

You swallowed and sat in the seat across from him. "I did not want to hurt you." You couldn't find anything else to say. It was obvious what was going to happen, they would hand you over to Batman and lock you up in Arkham.

You were surprised when he reached out his hand to you. "I know. Don't do that again." he said in a soft tone. He was still trying to be nice to you.

"What? You're not going to put me in Arkham?" You looked at him in surprise.

He stood up in confusion. “Why would I do that?”

You stood up like him and held his hands. "You know, I froze all of Gotham and fought you to death." You spoke to remind him.

He laughed, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. "Yes, and you were very sexy, and I won't take you to Arkham unless you're with the Joker. I've done bad things too, you know. Don't forget what I once did as the Red Hood."

You smiled with relief, wrapping your arms around his neck. "You were so sexy as Red Hood too, love." You leaned up and placed a kiss on his lips. "But I still won't forget that you're flirting with another woman." you said, raising an eyebrow.

He laughed. "Let's not talk about that now my hot villainess." You were completely relaxed when he reached down and pulled you into a long kiss. You returned the kiss, falling into Jason's strong arms.

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Red Hood stood solidly on the roof as the wind beat sharply. Gotham's dirty streets were just a small trace in his eyes. There was another difference from other patrol nights, you were with him. Even though it takes a while for him to convince you, you are here, with him.

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v3nusxsky · 11 months

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hii, how are youu? I hope you're doing well luv. 🫂 I have a request, a lady lesso x reader if that's okay.

Where the reader got into a fight with beatrix (ugh hate that girl) anyways, she got into a fight with her and then lady lesso and dovey stops the fight and lady lesso sends the reader into the doom room. The reader is like defending themselves and of course lesso didn't believe in them so she tortures the reader. When she's done torturing the reader, hort tells lesso that he sees the incident and the reader is innocent. So lesso apologized to the reader and takes care of them.

You don't have to do it if you don't like it. Thank you so much! 🤍 (sorry about the long request and my bad grammar 🤦🏻‍♀️)

- 🥀 anon

Some Demons don't die

*Authors note~ hello my darling 🥀 how are you, I’m sorry this took so long. i hope that I can do this some justice. I hope it works well enough with how i handle it*

Trigger warnings~ torture, mentions fighting

Prompt~see ask^^^^

You'd always hated arguing with people, that much was true. But unfortunately you were sharing a dorm with Beatrix who is apparently making it her mission to press your every last nerve. Her actions, the way she spoke down to you or made it her mission to hurt you in all the ways possible. It was all irritating yet you didn't snap or retaliate. It wasn't in your nature no matter how annoying or upsetting her actions were for you. It would take a lot to provoke you.

And that was what she used today. The one thing that would rile you up like no other. It wasn't your fault really. She made the first swing, you acted in self defence, her comment allowed you to be stunned into silence which is when she took her chance. You immediately shielded your face and pushed your hand out and took a fist full of her hair. With a quick tug you managed to throw her off balance before she came back with a rugby tackle knocking you to the floor. Words being thrown between you both like wild fire as you attempted to dodge one another's actions.

That's how they found you. Her sat on you as you tried to wriggle out from under her. Beatrix spewing hatred at you, homophonic words following the yelps of pain. "Stop it!" Lesso boomed causing the group to scarper and Beatrix to get off you faking an injury. She needed to look worse off than you in order to feign innocence. "Oh you poor girl" Dovey cooed going over to Beatrix, "Lesso, deal with her, I'll clean this one up. Oh are you hurt too bad darling?" Beatrix even had the nerve to whimper and shoot a smirk your way as Leonora approached you like a predator would their prey.

You were promptly dragged to the Doom room by her minions, of course you tried to plead your innocence but Leonora wasn't known for her patience or being a push over. You were strapped down to the chair as the red head selected her items. Upon seeing her selection you knew you'd die. A few minutes in you were screaming, crying and begging with her to stop, to take pity and that you didn't do anything wrong! Of course Leonora paid you no attention. All that mattered was the screams you made and that you leant your lesson. Little did Lesso know, it wasn't your lesson to learn.

Leonora was called out by Dovey giving you a reprieve in the pain. Beaten, bruised and bloody all you could do is groan in pain. How much longer would she do this? Leonora immediately came back to you, undoing your restraints, your blood staining her shirt as she held you up. "Oh I'm so sorry, I should've listened to you. I'm sorry little dove" she whispered as you sobbed into her neck. "I-im- s-" you stuttered only to be shushed be Leonora. "Don't speak darling. You don't need to be sorry. I'm sorry for doing this. I should've listened I'm so sorry. I'll take good care of you though my darling, I'll fix it" her words wrapping around you like a reassuring blanket. You were too exhausted to argue at the point, tears still flowing silently before you passed out.

Leonora carefully took you to her room and began to clean you up, the blood scrubbed off, the tattered clothing changed and cream rubbed gently on the absurd skin. "I'm so sorry darling, I should've listened to you. I hope you know how truly sorry I am."

Word count~ 771

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ivystoryweaver · 9 months

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"Upside Down" based on this request by @mintellaine: Miguel married prompt #12 - being a chill couple when there are others around, but getting touchy/freaky behind closed doors

Content: f!spider!reader, fluff, suggestive, lot of kissing, no smut

Word count: 1250

"Welcome to the party," you greeted the new kid, extending your hand.

"Uhh, thanks," the newest spider recruit chimed, returning the handshake.

Gwen bumped their shoulder, introducing you by name. "She's the best," she added, grinning at you. Since Gwen had arrived, you had taken her under your wing (spider legs) and shown her the ropes (webs).

The whole Spider Society thing blew Gwen's mind, and she knew it would be the same for the newest member. You were a much easier person to meet than the big Blue Panther, as Gwen jokingly named him. He didn't like the joke.

Speaking of Big Blue, right then, a portal opened with a whirl of rather sensational, glowing light. A hulking, imposing Spider-Man clad in a reverse color suit appeared to be clawing his way from an unknown dimension back into yours. A dramatic, red, skull-looking spider stretched down the length of his impressively narrow torso.

Standing to his full height, he towered over everyone in the room, especially you. His hands landed on his hips, showing off a set of predatory talons. The slits covering his eyes narrowed as he leaned in with a mild air of condescension.

"Who's this?" He knew who it was.

With a knowing grin, you pushed up on your tiptoes to kiss his mask-covered cheek.

"Guys, this is my husband, Miguel O'Hara," you introduced.

"Pleasure," Miguel chimed, his mask disappearing. Brushing past the three of you, he got right to work, typing away on the orange, holographic computer screens.

"Newest recruit?" He tossed over his shoulder, already pulling up the new spider's file.

You hummed an affirmative, filling him in on a few details of Gwen's new friend.

You and Miguel both knew the implications - what was at stake every time a new spider was introduced into the Spider Society.

"All set up?" He chimed.

"Yep."

You all waited a moment, expecting Miguel to launch into his Very Serious Speech about all things Multi-Verse and Canon Event. Miguel had absolutely no chill whatsoever, but with you, he had found a sense of tranquility.

The thing of it was - he didn't feel calm at all. He had missed you terribly on his latest mission and he wanted these two minions out of here so he could get his hands on you.

Without another glance, he ever-so-casually made his wishes known. "Briefing at 1800 hours. Dismissed."

Gwen eyed you questioningly, wondering how in the hell Miguel O'Hara's dramatic ass wasn't salivating over the chance to descend from his sky-high platform and deliver his Very Serious Speech.

With a wink and a nod, you encouraged them to leave you alone with your husband, casually flipping up to hang from the ceiling as soon as they cleared the door.

Miguel kept right on working, swiping his gloved hands, narrowing his crimson eyes to scrutinize the data.

"Lyla, seal the doors," he commanded, "and leave us alone."

Suspended in the air above your husband, you smiled to yourself.

Lyla snarked out a reply - funny as ever, and, at last, after a week apart, you were alone with your husband.

"You're not gonna make me come up there, are you, mi corazón?" He piped, making you giggle.

You slowly descended to where you were hanging with your face right in front of his - only you were still upside down.

"You don't have to come up here," you breathed against his cheek, gently swinging closer to him. "But you have to kiss me."

He rolled his eyes at the idea of the upside down spider kiss.

"Come onnn, it's a canon event," you pouted, wetting your lips with the tip of your tongue.

"That is such bullshit," he chuckled, even as he stepped forward, planting his feet and reaching up to cradle your head in his strong hands. "Isn't your mask supposed to be halfway on for a canon event?"

"Shut up," you giggled, pressing your lips to his. Warm and soft as ever, you sighed at the feel of him after missing him so badly.

"Come here," he murmured, frowning cutely at the way your little exhale robbed him of your lips. Rubbing his thumbs soothingly over the soft skin of your neck, he shared your breath, making your heightened senses tingle - not from danger, but from anticipation.

Your husband was full of passion - old torments had formed him into a desperate man. Loving you was unexpected...but the chance to wrap his heart up in another -to entangle not only his body but his ambitions and passions with someone who understood: he was hopeless to resist.

"Missed you so much," he whispered, sucking your bottom lip with vigor, "mi hermosa esposa."

He licked slowly into your mouth, frustratingly carefully. Your chest bloomed with warmth and desire as he tasted you, careful to avoid slicing your tongue with his sharp fangs.

Because of his non-retractable fangs, Miguel kissed like the sweetest, most gentle lover, making you tingle all over and your heart burst with love - like the end of a rom com.

That was the only thing he did gently. You knew, as soon as he got riled up, he would not be so tender. But sometimes he kissed you like he didn't know where he wanted to taste next - one sweet lip or another, the heat of your tongue, the roof of your mouth...

You hummed out a breathy affirmation, sucking tauntingly on his top lip, a literal push-and-pull forming between you as your knowing smile halted the brush of lips between you.

"Can't take any teasing today, mi corazón," his husky voice scolded, even as he nibbled once on your chin. Releasing the tender cradle of your head caused you to gently swing backward slightly. Massive arms folded over his chest as he pretended to be done with you.

Having none of that, you fired a sticky web from your wrist, trapping him in place, although you both knew even your strong, organic webbing wouldn't hold him. The corner of his mouth curled knowingly. Willingly, he stumbled toward you, drawn forward by the allure of your eyes, until his mouth was on yours again - this time, hungrier.

Hands on your face, his fingers stroked your upside down jaw line, kissing you for a brief eternity until he couldn't go another second without more.

Breaking your webbed hold on his shoulder, you slid your fingers up over his shoulder, along his neck to tangle in his luscious, dark waves, yanking just enough to pull the tiniest growl from his throat.

His hot, breathy kisses across your jaw caused your breath to stutter. "What do I have to do to get you down from there?" He breathed, teasing the sensitive spot below your ear with the slightest drag of his fangs.

Lowering yourself down his body, you stopped right where the technology of his Spider-suit was being forced to...readjust.

"I don't know - I think this is the perfect position," you teased, stretching your fingers out to trace the tight muscles of his abdomen. "But I can just get down, if - "

"No. No," he admonished, his burning, ruby eyes fixed on the diamond shape of your suspended legs. Reaching out to grasp your gorgeous, thick thighs, he inhaled deeply, nearing the center of you. "Perfect right here."

You never imagined, when that radioactive spider bit you, the absolute delights you would get to experience while hanging upside down.

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ouroborosorder · 11 months

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okay fuck it i posted about hypothetical arknights fighting game and immediately got massive brainworms about it so without further ado:

My Pitch For An Arknights Fighting Game Roster

Amiya - Obligatory standard Shoto with her sword and Arts. She has relatively mediocre projectiles, but her metered projectiles are extremely strong to reflect that her Arts take a lot out of her to use. Honest, but with a lot of mastery required to truly excel.

Ch’en - Rushdown Shoto with some close-range projectiles with Chi Xiao - Unsheathe and maybe the inkbrush Arts she uses in her skin because let’s face it, they’ll never give her the water cannon. The Sol to Amiya's Ky, the Ken to her Ryu.

Kal’tsit - Puppet character with Mon3tr. Her close range buttons are competent, but flawed, but they’re just enough to give her absurd combo synergy with Mon3tr. Can trade her own meter to heal Mon3tr’s Obligatory Pet Balance Meter.

Talulah - Midrange projectile-focused character who uses powerful multihit projectiles to confirm into brutal melee combos. Can enter an Install state where she does self-damage as she catches on fire, but hits like a goddamned truck. She stays back, destroying you from afar, then closing in to make you regret being born when she has to.

Frostnova - Full on zoner, keep the opponent away, dominate the stage, and freeze them in place before they can ever think of approaching you. Has a kit made of long-ranged, disjointed full-screen normals like Hilda (UNIST), but in exchange, they’re all highly situational with massive blindspots, forcing you to play smart, predict your opponent, or they’ll close in and overpower you.

Patriot - Bigbody Grappler. Hits like a truck, but advances slowly. Changes the entire pace of the match simply by existing, and feels like an unstoppable force who you are never safe from until you’re sure he’s dead.

Skadi - Midrange melee-focused character. Simple and honest, she doesn’t need a lot of frills to absolutely kick your ass. Has very little mechanics, but is nonetheless intimidating partially because of that. Has an Install providing herself with a buff that looks like the Corrupting Heart buffs. Honestly only here because she consistently tops popularity charts by a huge margin.

Texas the Omertosa - Extremely fast rushdown, Chipp Zanuff-style. Is able to extend combos that would otherwise drop with her Sword Rain that works similar to Seth (UNIST)’s Orbs. Either she ends the fight before you have a chance to even start it, or she dies quickly as a result.

Nearl the Radiant Knight - Mixup heavy aggressive character, pushes against the opponent with unrelenting force until they break, feeling like an unstoppable force that rushes in, full speed ahead. Has tools to punish basically any sort of behavior, but all her options are extremely reactable. But when you’re up against someone who is capable of so much, it may not matter that much. I-No (Strive) and what little I remember of Roa (MBTL) is a bit of a touchstone here.

Ling - Trap-heavy setplay character with powerful full-screen combo potential. Extremely powerful, but has to get her summons set up first, and if she is able to get the opponent playing her game, she is almost unstoppable with her summons’ projectiles and powerful combo-extending sword swings.

The Endspeaker - A technical, setplay and stage-control heavy midrange zoner. Can spread Nethersea Brand by summoning Sea Terror minion that, when killed, drops a patch of Brand. You can then fire projectiles that leave Shells on the Brand. You can dive into the Brand to pop out of the ground with a bite, consuming the shell to grow stronger. After consuming two shells, you cap out, and your teleport changes to a low that teleports you to your opponent, acting as a starter to do brutal melee combos on counterhit. Focuses on feeling like they control the very environment, like an unstoppable force of nature that only grows stronger as you desperately try to stop it. Yes, this is only here because I had a strong-ass pitch for it.

Emperor feat. Penguin Logistics - Joke character, kinda. Emperor’s kit involves summoning the other PL members for his specials, which are all really solid to cover for the fact that his normals are shit on account of his stubby little penguin body. Exusiai focuses on ranged attacks, allowing some sort of zoning in specific directions. Croissant gives approach tools by shielding him as he walks or by golfing him with a hammer. Texas gives combo extenders with Sword rain or with long flurries of blows that keep the opponent locked there for a short time. Sora is entirely in your taunts because she's not much of a fighter like the others.

But what would a fighting game be without DLC that's planned from launch?

DLC Lineup 1

Gavial the Invincible - A relatively mobile grappler, focusing on long combos and hitgrabs similar to Bullet (Blazblue), Beowulf (Skullgirls) or Grappler (DNF Duel). Has the ability to heal herself with a special that requires her to stand still, encouraging an opponent to approach her when they otherwise would play defensive, because Gavial is the kind of person who you have to face head-on, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Specter the Unchained - Stance change, switching between Laurentina and Specter. Laurentina is a shield pressure monster, a mixup-heavy character with strong multihit overheads and lows like Bedman? (Strive) or Anji (Strive) (but good). Meanwhile Specter is a defensive neutral-heavy character with strong space control with her Arts, with high meter gain on her moves that Laurentina can easily capitalize on. Plays with the opponent like she is dancing, forcing them to keep up with her rhythm, confusing them with steps they can never understand, then asserting her own tempo if they try to take it back.

Mlynar - A highly defensive character who completely relies on counterhits for combo starters. But those combos, hoooly shit. Has parries and counters to play defensive, read the opponent’s options, and then strike when he is sure he can land a blow. He only draws his sword when he’s sure it will land.

Chongyue - A technical, rekka and cancel-focused close-range fighter similar to Jam (Xrd) and Enkidu (UNIST). Has a hard time getting in, but has massive reward when he does. Has the ability to use mid-range sandstorm-based strikes and Orbs like Aoko (MBTL), but has to focus to gain charges on his sandstorm specials like Jam (Xrd). Takes mastery, but when you learn his complicated kit, he’s an unstoppable force. Takes off his jacket in round 5, and yes, this is important.

Redblade - Install-focused character. Gains new Contracts as the match progresses similar to Susanoo (Blazblue), growing stronger with each Contract, until he gains 8 stacks, where he becomes the strongest character in the game. Maybe he straight up hijacks the music to play Operation Basepoint when he gets max Contract.

#i also have pitches for the stages but i think this post is long enough at this point #i need help i spent literally 3 hours making this #i regret so fucking little #arknights #if enough people ask yes i WILL write up super / IK pitches for all of them don't even fucking doubt me i am stronger than you can ever kno

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alienpossession · 1 year

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Part 6: Fortified? Fratified

The frat parties went on a full swing since the afternoon, with Trent and Jeff welcoming everyone with open arms and huge smile to the trap they've set all over the frat house

It's the biggest spring frat event in the campus and no one's going to even think about skipping it. With all Pike members practically infected the night before, all of them laid out various way to turn the incoming party goers into a welcoming vessel for the black slimey goo that took them over. A simple kiss loaded with slimy alien, tainted beer and practically all beverage served in the party, hand-rolled cigar and joint laced with the slimy alien in each roll that will infect the person's taking a drag out of it and even the swimming pool water tainted with the alien swimming freely as they camouflaged themselves to match the color of the water before sliding through any possible orifices of their target. As long as the alien could latch themselves to it or spread from that point, the frat boys under Jeff and Trent's control will set it up.

To let the party goers guard down even more, they slipped various sleeping medication and even roofies to lower the inhibition for easier takeover. While all of this happening, Jeff and his boys just observed with stoic expression as the obvious partygoers succumbed to their fate, their eyes usually darted left and right in panic as they felt the other-worldly sensation sneaked through their system and when they make eye contact with Jeff's and his minions, they only met with the coldest gaze or a sign from Jeff's minions to indicate that the frat are behind all of this and the partygoers are just bunch of pawns in the bigger scheme.

As the takeover nearly reached full completion, Jeff can feel the pure orgasmic-like sensation as more and more vessel acquired and linked to him. He practically shot pre everytime someone's taken over and their vision appeared to be accessible by him.

As the last party goers in the other side of the lawn take a chug out of the tainted beer, Jeff's whole bodily system erupted with pleasure as loads of his cum burst out from his 7 inchers pre-hard uncut cock while he yelled

"FUCKK YEEEAHHHHH"

And everyone around him, all taken over, followed his reaction and loudly cheered too as they started kissing the person next to them as the time is finally starting for the next step of their settlement, breeding.

#alien possession #male possession #college takeover #frat takeover #mass possession

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grem-archive · 1 year

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Pspsps may we ask for some romerica headcanons/thoughts? 👀👀

A great majority of these are between the esteemed @temtamtom and me! I think I accidentally converted you to Romericism Tem, so I apologize. I hope you heal soon :facedowncrying: also I am sorry in advance that there are so many. There are just as many more that I’m not including.

Romano is a respectful short king at 165 cm/5’5” next to Alfred’s 188 cm/6’2”. Poor Roma is also in an entirely different weight class; 55 kg compared to 102 kg.

“Romano dates what he can’t have (fat ass and big titties).”

“If you don’t love me like Hadrian loved Antinous it’s not worth it.”

This is 100% a Zoomer BF & Boomer BF situation. Alfred had to teach Romano how to use Zoom and FaceTime and always uses strange magic Gen Z words that leave Romano bewildered. Alfred’s “she eb on my nezer til I Scrooge” to Romano’s “look at this funny minion meme I found” (it’s 8 years outdated).

Romano loves paired dances and Alfred has a fair bit of energy. They adore swing dance and jive! When determined they’ll clear the room to listen to their old records and swing.

Related to this, they love to dance together in general and sing. They’ve made a playlist for doing their home chores when together and it’s chock full of songs both know by heart; both in English and Italian. And the amount of dancing they do to distract themselves? Immense. We’re talking a disco outbreak in the hall, Alfred starting to do the hand jive and Romano joining. They have fun.

They love watching westerns together. And I do mean love. We call Romerica “Spaghetti Western” in this house! And we’re not saying Romano has a cowboy kink, but he’s got a cowboy kink. Will find any excuse to get Alfred into some version of western wear (he’s usually pretty willing, it’s really not that hard).

Alfred lets Romano dress him up like a Ken Doll. He's just happy to be spending time with Roma, who, let's be real, has a much better fashion sense. Romano also has a history of patching up Alfred's clothes and uniforms, sometimes hiding hidden stitched hearts on the former.

They cook for each other a lot. The way to both their hearts are through their stomachs and it’s very obvious at times. Food driven to the core.

“Your cooking is going to make me fat.” Romano complains. “Y’know you don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to.” Alfred replies. Romano scrunches his nose, “Don’t tell me what to do.” He then takes another bite.

When Romano first arrived in New York, he knew very little English. On the other hand, Alfred knew very little Italian, if any. Communication was a very glaring issue in the beginning. They figured out that they both knew Spanish and could communicate that way until they taught each other more of their respective languages.

We’re not calling Alfred Romano’s sugar daddy, but hey, it doesn’t hurt when your beefcake boyfriend has a shiny credit card and makes a wonderful bag carrier :shrugs:

Romano’s common household weapons: the wooden spoon (the only actual weapon), the rolling pin (threat only), a comically large frying pan (threat only unless they’re getting up to Tom & Jerry shenanigans), and a comically long pizza paddle (for long range ass-smacking). However, Alfred has started learning to declaw the rolling pin threats by responding with “That’s so hot,” or some equivalent. Romano is having to rethink some of his battle plans.

Both are serial cuddlers when they’re together, but Romano is more confident in bolder displays of PDA and touchier overall. A hand on Alfred’s back or waist as he passes by, a kiss to the shoulder. Alfred, taking advantage of his height, loves hugging Romano from behind and resting his chin on Romano’s head.

Alfred loves to carry Romano and pick him up. Romano complains but never actually means it. In fact, he loves it but is simply a stubborn fool.

Alfred has beef with Romano’s pet rooster, Ugo. Ugo is the only force that could make Alfred F. Jones, the United States of America, run for his life. Fear the peck!

Romano is the bedtime enforcer in this relationship. Alfred’s sleep schedule is pretty shit and Romano loves his sleep (and his cuddles). When they visit each other, he often has to physically drag Alfred to bed. They also nap together, though often it’s just Romano that ends up sleeping.

Alfred is constantly fascinated with Romano’s stories from childhood or at least the Nation equivalent of such. The number of things Romano and Veneziano can remember from times far before Alfred or frequent guest Ludwig ever existed blows his mind. He’s always asking for more. It’s both his natural wonder and curiosity, but also the archaeologist in him.

Alfred F. “Hey Romano babe can I bench press you? I wanna hold you but I gotta get my workout in.” Jones. Does squats with Romano on his back. Will be doing sit-ups with Romano sitting on him so he can give him smooches on the up. Romano complains about the sweat but doesn’t actually make any moves to get up or leave.

Both are romantics in their own way, but in this dynamic, Romano is the one who typically initiates the moment. Alfred is usually the one who ruins the moment with a joke but in the most affectionate way possible. He’s embarrassing, but he’s Romano’s.

Alfred and Ludwig have made their own joint study of the way Romano and Veneziano use their hands when they speak. I wish I had their notes.

Over time they’ve learned each other’s old full names and use them. Not that they have much of an effect, it’s more a silly than anything. But it is still a jumpscare. Alfred Fly-from-Fornication Kirkland versus Publius Romilius Romanus Regillus. Who wins?

If they encounter some bullshit together in public, Romano is the “I’m going to kick your ass.” Alfred is the “And I’m about to hand him the chair.” That, or he’s picking Romano up and carrying him away.

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ddalgikei · 2 years

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suna rintarou has bad eyesight; bad enough to make a certain size of text unreadable, but good enough to not constantly require the aid of glasses.

today is one of the days he chooses to leave his pair at home — a decision he later regrets making.

it's monday and work has just ended for the both of you.

mondays are undoubtedly dreadfully long, but one of the things that make yours and rin's mondays bearable is the unspoken rule – an absolute must – of going on a short date after work.

your eyes scan the sidewalk in front your building to see your partner, rintarou, leaned against a light post.

with excited steps, you approach him, “what’s waiting for me tonight?” and he hums in response, hand with a suitcase finding its way to the low of your back, pulling you into a quick peck.

“does a movie sound good? i got us tickets to see thor.” he says in response, waving the tickets to your face.

“thor? ... are you sure about that,”

his eyes widen, quickly adjusting the tickets' distance from his face to see the details — and there it was — minions: rise of gru, 9:00 pm, row G, seats #07 and #08.

“wow, well our choice just went from action to whatever this is.. i’m sorry y/n, i should've double checked.”

his face lowers looking down at his feet, a small pout appearing on his face.

“cheer up, babe. i’ve honestly been wanting to see minions myself — i would have taken us next week if we didn’t today,” you reply truthfully.

“you sure you aren’t lying to make me feel better?” he swings an arm around you, pulling you closer as you walk side by side. “rin, i tell you everything. why would I lie about a stupid movie?”

he smiles silly, face coming closer to place a sweet peck on your cheek, “because you totally are! i asked gina from HR to double check what you guys watched that one night you had dinner, and she literally said you used the company card for a children’s movie!”

you’re completely shocked and impressed by how much thought he put into buying the tickets ( even though he obviously failed. )

“for the record, i still would have invited you to that hypothetical-next-week-movie for minions, rin … because you’re really lame and i know you’d enjoy that way more than an action movie.”

now, it was your time to place a light kiss on his cheek.

he stops in his tracks, hand tugging on yours to get your full attention, “i like you, y/n.”

“shut up rin, we’ve been dating for eight years.”

“and yes, i like you too.”

#xoo’s ◡̎ babbledrabbles #very sponty suna drabble cos i love him #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu suna #hq suna #suna rintarou #suna rintaro #suna rintaro headcanons #suna headcanons #suna rintaro fluff #suna x reader #suna x y/n #haikyuu fluff #suna fluff #haikyuu drabbles #suna drabbles

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lean-mean-demon-genevieve · 4 days

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“amazing…*laugh*…beauty…beautiful!…bounty…bountiful!…fritatas…I feel very lucky” that fancy degree from NYU coming in full swing along with that thesaurus she must have gotten from one of her many favorite bookstores in Austin.

Lol! Thank you for bringing this up. I have so many thoughts that go unposted because I’m like, “nah, that’s too much, let that one go.” And then they stay in the drafts.

But since we’re here!! 🤣

Yes, watch our gal as she struggles with the basic directions and then reminds us that she’s not on the call sheet because of any grand effort. Luck…nepotism…same difference, right?! “I feel very lucky.” …so valid.

Also of note for the Extra Petty among us: Gen was an afterthought as evidenced by everyone else being filmed on set and Gen coming atcha from her car. Can’t forget the boss’ wife! And Charlie would never. Big thanks to Charlie for filling her in on the frittata joke so she looks like she belongs.

Bonus points to the co-stars who gave up their social media passwords to Charlie for the sake of cross-posting the promo:

Look, I don’t mean to be cynical, but if anyone knows of any other way for this “Collaborator” title to occur with simultaneous postings, please let me know. I’m just here to remind you that social media managers exist and that not everything you see is 100% genuine. Somebody’s minion could be posting terrible puns to your fav’s account because that’s his literal job.

#anti genevieve #anti influencers #it’s just so insulting to the actual actors #to pretend that Gen is a pivotal cast member like this

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limpfisted · 6 months

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So in dnd canon player characters CANT turn into devils. And in fact, if bg3 went by regular rules, wyll would just have been punished by having a few devil features

But the game INSISTS his soul was dragged thru hell and he's a devil now

Tbh this makes no sense bc he doesn't look like any of the many kinds of devils. He just has horns and a tiefling eye

But there are fun ways to play with wyll and being a devil regardless

As well as the fact that his "soul" is owned by a devil

So here's a quick round up of some of my own homebrew wyll is an actual devil now hcs

Wyll is naturally lawful good. As a devil, he is tempted ever more by violence and taking advantage of others, but also "deals." While wyll cannot make a contract himself, he is hungry and greedy for high emotional connection and intimate promises. His own charred, damaged, and sold soul longs to nibble and draw the energy off of others, almost vampirically.

He doesn't act on these feelings. It doesn't mean he doesn't have them. Wyll even before the transformation was a person about control and repression. He thought he could CHOOSE and take advantage of his powers with mizora, the tadpoles, etc. Ironically, it may be his transformation into a devil and the want to make "deals" that helps nudge him in the direction of wanting to deal with mizora more to get out of his contract

Physical symptoms

Devils are hot, devils are smelly. Wyll is not used to his own blood and heat and smell. Its overwhelming. He feels feverish near constantly, he's almost always slightly damp with sweat

The weight of his horns and the new positions he has to sleep in give him headaches, and muscle aches. Hes used to being sore, but this is a new extra level hes not used to

In general I have the hc that bc mizora had a grip on his soul---he felt an icy grip in his chest and stomach all the time that made him feel uncomfortably full all the time, sometimes to the point of nausea

Now he STILL has that, but now he also feels hungry all the time, in a way food can't fill

There's also in general mood swings

Wyll is a very clean person who takes great care of himself and the way he presents himself

As a transmasc person going thru a THIRD puberty of sorts, he is now even more methodical about his skin care routine. He hates how much he sweats and he hates how he smells and he hates that his teeth don't fit in his mouth and he has to practice saying all the pretty things he wants to say even more than he already does in his head

Also its a cop out he turns back into a human, thats boring, these changes are just Forever and he gets used to them

In general I think wyll is growing wings! For a fun treat. Over time, wyll will be able to develop his own powers as a devil. He doesn't have mizora, but also he doesn't need her. He has claws and fangs and can develop his own magic if he practices. He doesn't know how to, so this would be an extremely long process that would probably only take place in his blade of avernus path

Tho he doesn't realize it he is now also functionally immortal except if he is killed in Hell

Why would mizora do this to him, u ask. Give him all this power. Its clearly not just a punishment

Well he wasn't supposed to get out of his contract... it was just a sneak preview of his life when he died and got sent to the blood war. These past 7 years wyll HAS been fighting the blood war as one of zariels minions honestly. I dont think mizora or zariel ever thought he would legimately break his pact. And even if he did. Hes a 26 year old human with a good, good, self sacrificial heart who thinks he can take on any evil and HAS to. Hes easy to manipulate

And furthermore. I think zariel and mizora have been watching "the heart of baldurs gate" all his life just waiting to strike

There are ends for wyll where he's in a pact with a devil, and is a devil, and is the grand Duke of baldurs gate

Even if wyll ISNT the grand Duke of baldurs gate

His father talks about being hellstouched himself now! (A story for another time, he says)

Wylls Origin bio straight up says he's a pawn in a war he doesn't understand

Will we ever know the hells plans for wyll! No! But I doubt even getting out of his pact is as big a wrench in mizora and zariel's plans as we are led to believe. If mizora legit cared that wyll wasn't in a pact anymore. Why is she still fucking here. (Go away no one wants u here wench. But I digress.)

#my wyll also kind of glows with hellfire beneath the skin in the dark #fun times

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captainmvf · 3 months

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Made this up last month for some peeps on Discord but here's the full deets:

Rusted Brakes Nutcracker AU

"Once upon a time in the land of toys and fantastical winters, was a little prince. The little prince loved playing with toy trains and loved to show them off. His mother warned him that boasting about his treasured trains made of gold and pearls would earn him the ire of other kingdoms but he did not listen. One day, the horrid Rat Queen grew jealous of such novelties and decided to steal them to play with them herself...

"Enraged, the little prince ordered the three best of his knights to go after his trains: His burly champion of gold and black leather, his most famous of wires and electricity, and his knight of the people he barely paid much attention to. The champion could part the waves of the rat minions with a single swing of his sword but was grievously wounded by all three of the Rat Queen's heads. The electrical knight was more cunning and offered to trade the trains for any other amount of riches but was thrown out of the castle with his makeup ruined...

"Yet, the third knight skillfully crept into the enemy's castle and was able to sneak all the way into the treasury. He secured the trains and was able to make off back to the castle with the little prince's most treasured belongings. However, what nobody but the Rat Queen knew is that she had put a powerful curse upon the glittering toys. To whoever were to take the toy trains from under her three noses were to become an enchanted nutcracker...

"Upon the third knight's return to his home and the toys given back, he fell to the floor with a clack and became a wooden doll with strong jaws. The little prince had no idea what to do as he was happy now that his trains were back and had no use for a nutcracker...

"The nutcracker ran away in the dead of night. No one has seen him since. With an angered Rat Queen causing turmoil and a kingdom in disarray as their little prince plays with his trains once more, it might take a miracle or some winter magic to get things back to normal...

"...just be careful, as there are many truths that may be hidden within this storybook fantasy."

Rusty the Knight of Rust and Smoke:

Rusty was the third knight!

He wasn't really looked fondly upon due to his rusting and how he was favored by the people of the Toy Kingdom.

He ran away since no one seemed to be able to help him figure out how to get him back to his real form and he was already getting teased for it by Greaseball and Electra. Rusty lives on the edges of the winter kingdoms and does his best to thwat the rats and their plans.

Rusty's the one to yank CB out of danger when stuff starts to go bump in the night at the guy's house and he partners himself up with him since the guy is out of depth as to what the hell all these rats are doing. He's gotta be the one to yank CB away from doing something stupid (flinging himself into battle without any armor).

CB's still caught up on the fact that this weird but beautiful nutcracker he's been gifted for his vintage toy collection has come to life and whisked him away on some adventure on how all rats are the root cause of evil in the world or something. He's ready to unleash a can of whoop-ass with the many hidden tools and knives he has on his person (and tries to keep them hidden when Rusty shakes him down before they enter a settlement of sorts). Despite being a bit of a nuisance, CB thinks Rusty is pretty neat and will try to ask as many questions as to how his wooden toy-ness works exactly.

CB the Knight of Candy and Smiles:

CB was the third knight!

He was favored very highly by Control but the little prince never spared him a second glance due to how 'well-behaved' he was in court.

He ran away since he had self-esteem issues because of above^ CB couldn't bear to be seen as imperfect and thus ran off before his friends got a good look at his face. Maybe Greaseball and Electra would have turned their smirking gazes at him. Nowadays he's on the edges of the kingdoms planting booby traps and tricks a-la Bugs Bunny style.

CB is letting Rusty tag along with him as they venture deeper into Rat Kingdom territory and the conspiracy of the Rat Queen unscrolls itself. CB is more of Rusty's bodyguard and likes to tell him entertaining stories and lies about the winter fantasy world. He's actually pretty surprised how well Rusty is with tools and such and would hate to be on the other end of a power drill within Rusty's hands.

Rusty still thinks this is some kind of nightmare that he really needs to wake up from. His adoptive father figure gave him this kind of creepy nutcracker as an early Christmas gift since it's an heirloom and now it's come to life and quoting late twentieth century pop culture references at him. He kind of finds this endearing, even if there are rat creatures trying to bite his face off. There's a bit of a 'too tired to deal with this' attitude from him as every person in this winter fantasy land loves to monologue and Rusty just wants to go back to sleep.

#mvf art #mvf talks #starlight express au #stex au #sorry it's a shipping au. anyway-#rusted brakes #rusted brakes shipping #rusty the steam engine #cb the red caboose #rusted brakes nutcracker au #i might make more stuff later #if anyone knows me it's that i LOVE nutcracker stories

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zahri-melitor · 4 months

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Newish Comics:

Batman and Robin #4: I see we are having yet another flashback to Damian's Terrible Childhood (TM). Also narrowing my eyes at Kirk here. Apparently we are back in our Man-Bat being morally ambiguous era (when will my son, Aaron Langstrom, return from the pit on non-existence??)

Look I don't care what reason Williamson comes up with to convince Damian to go to school I'm just happy to see him attending school! He needs it!

Outsiders #2: I still so very much wish they'd used a different title for this comic. Anyway, underwater submersible adventures! Someone had fun reading all the ways the Titan could have been built better, I think.

Speed Force #2: this remains cute and devoted to fun and continuity (aside from the tragic continued squishing of generations together).

Wesley Dodds: The Sandman #3: I think having this as my introductory Riley Rossmo comic is going really well, as I do actually love the dynamism of the art in how this story is told. Also Tom Napolitano as letterer is doing a BUNCH of work even if there's no hand lettering. It's appreciated! Oh the story? I'm enjoying it. I'm reasonably light on JSA knowledge so I'm just enjoying the ride here.

Action Comics #1060: Etrigan! *kicky feet* Also I really do enjoy Otho-Ra. The B and C plots here are both event stories, if I read this right? Events I'm not reading yet.

World’s Finest Teen Titans #6: I love everyone at this bar. I love Roy and Ollie having a moment. I love Wally threatening to start using trick arrows (to Roy’s outrage). I love Garth breaking my heart and Donna comforting him. I love Karen and Mal being adorable together.

And I love Dick’s speech.

You killed once, you’ll do it again. ... But this ‘end always justifies the means’ crap is your Achilles heel.

Love your work, Dick Grayson.

The Warlord #30: This week in Skartaris the Theran Army is invading Shamballah! But Travis is delayed in telling anyone as he has to fight a leopard in a tree! Then his horse has run off and he swims through a bog, where he gets eaten by a marine dinosaur (he escapes via the power of being The Warlord and stabbing his sword through the dino while in its stomach).

Anyway Travis starts swinging between trees in his race to warn Shamballah, when the tree he's in falls down because a forester cut it down. He convinces the forester to help him spread the warning (though the forester is worried about his family nearby)

They warn the villages, get back together, the Therans are coming, Travis blocks a narrow bridge, and the forester runs back to warn his family...including his very familiar son!

HELLO JOSHUA! I SUSPECT YOU ARE THE REAL JOSHUA AND NOT THE CLONE EVEN THOUGH THE STORY TRIED TO TELL ME YOU WERE THE CLONE. (Having read wikis I also know this is true, but it was also...obvious. From the writing)

Look! Joshua even has his watch armband so there is no way you can confuse him for any other red headed child called Joshua. (Also...great job there Deimos and Deimos' minions, hiding Joshua...right under Tara's nose literally in the surrounding forest of Shamballah. Truly a difficult place to find him).

Oh so we are FULL retconning the 'that's the clone' theory now are we? I mean it was bullshit from the start but you know.

Anyway the forester then tries to save Travis in his final stand by sending a logjam of logs down the stream to knock out Travis' opponents! And there we leave it.

Honestly I don't know why I bother to read any comic that is not The Warlord, it's the greatest. Even though Mike Grell didn't draw any bondage this week.

#z canon read throughs #newish comics

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Chapter Twenty-Eight — Enigma

I sent a pulse through the water to scare off the giant reptiles, sitting at the edge of the wood planks and swinging my bare feet over, letting them dip into the water and feeling the touch sooth that constant ache in my back. A constant reminder that something was wrong.

5.8k words | Good Luck tbfh | TRIGGER WARNINGS: bodily harm/injuries/hallucinations [mentions only], Familial arguing, domestic terrorism? I feel like that counts. Tags warn of a mild chapter I promise.

“Yep,” Zeke Dunbar said as he lowered the vial from his face. Taking off his glasses, he set the sample down on his cluttered desk, leaning back in the green and black gaming chair. “It’s tar, alright.”

Dad looked like he was on the verge of either homicide or suicide. “We know it’s tar,” he said, terse. “What we need to know is what you know about it.”

We were all shoved into the little living room space of Zeke’s stilt house, barely settled in before getting to business. Dad leaned against the little bistro table off on the side, Dr. Sims had claimed a corner to himself and was typing away on a mini laptop on his lap, two regular sized ones on either side of him. Brent was next to me on the miniscule loveseat, leg jiggling away.

The guy seemed nice enough. The moment we got into his little hut, he had offered us food — ‘course, that constituted as two-day old bachelor pizza and soda cans from a mini-fridge that wasn’t all that cold, but hey, it was something. Especially considering the time was bordering two in the afternoon and we hadn’t eaten a decent meal in eight hours, give or take.

So that’s where we were now; sitting in his living room — which was smaller than my bedroom back at Salmon Bay, stomaching old supreme pizza slices and watching Dad regret letting Dr. Sims talk him into leaving Washington.

Zeke bit the temple tip on his glasses, thinking. “It was one of the first big issues we ran into after the Blast,” he began. “The woman that could control the tar was poisoning the water supply, made a buncha people her little minions by getting them to drink it. Once they had enough in them to change into Reapers, that was it. They were practically gone.”

“‘Reapers?’” Brent repeated beside me, mouth full of food. He had to be on what was his eighth slice; the entire way here he was complaining about feeling hungry. In the food and the Conduit sense. Could that have been because of his revival on the Causeway?

“That’s what the faction was called. You’ve gotta understand, after the Blast? It was an apocalyptic wasteland in there. Entire groups of people rose trying to take advantage of the situation. Who was gonna stop them, y’know?” Zeke shrugs. “The Reapers were one of those factions, led by this crazy bitch named Sasha.”

“That’s the one that was captured and experimented on by DARPA, right?” Dr. Sims asked from the side, not looking up from his computer.

“And the CIA.” Zeke added. “Hated the woman, but she sure got the shit end of the stick.” Zeke shook his head, ridding himself of his thoughts. “Anyways, yeah. Tar was there, and this looks exactly like it.”

“What could it do?” Dad asked.

Zeke trilled his lips, thinking. “Let’s see…it was different for Cole versus the rest of us normal people, I should warn you. He wasn’t nearly as affected as other people were. He’d get a headache like they would and feel a bit sick to his stomach but there were other things too. Being able to sorta hear Sasha in his head — he’d get these hallucinations—”

“Hallucinations?” I asked.

My mind was days back and worlds away, standing in front of my mom in that pit of crystals. Could that…could that have been a hallucination? It would have made sense; I was in the middle of nowhere, with a sky that lacked a sun and some underground tunnel that opened up to a tree grove. It didn’t make sense, and I had spent the past few days trying to rationalize that fact to myself. Maybe it was a dream, or something induced by that stasis Dad had found me in when I was floating in the Sound.

Some selfish little part of me hoped it was more than that, though. Was it irrational to sit there and pray that maybe I experienced death for a moment if it meant I got a second with my mom? Her voice, her laugh — God, I just wanted it all to be real.

So the confirmation that it wasn’t hurt my heart more than anything else could have.

Zeke looked at me curiously. “Yeah. He’d see these…mirages or what-have-you of people. Flashes of images, but that’s really it,”

Dad’s head cocked to the side. “Why do you ask, Jeanie?”

I froze; I couldn’t tell Dad about Mom. About what I saw. Not only would he shut down like he always did when she was mentioned, but I…I didn’t really want to share it with anyone at all. It would just lead to questions that I knew would sting, and I was too tired to try and keep myself from crying.

So I gave a noncommittal shrug. “Just wondering,” I said, adding on, “It wouldn’t…it won’t start happening to me, right?” to sell the lie.

Zeke shook his head. “Nah, not now. He’d only feel bad for a few hours, would usually shake it off after sleeping.”

“And he’d be perfectly fine the next morning?” Dad nearly demanded. “No lingering symptoms?”

“No, none.”

Dad groaned, looking up at the ceiling. “So this is a dead end.”

Dr. Sims finally looked up from his computer. “Not necessarily,” He began. “Augustine was transferred tar powers.” He stood, taking the small computer with him and setting it on the edge of Zeke’s desk. “Look,”

Dr. Sims’ arms gained those blue circular gauntlets, and there was a flash as the dimly-lit living room was bathed in the same color, pixels spreading through the air before condensing, becoming some holographic screen that free floated in the small open space.

“When the fuck did you learn to do this?” Dad demanded, looking over at Dr. Sims, who waved him off.

“I got ahold of nearly half of the DUP’s records years ago during the UN trial,” Dr. Sims began. “Managed to download them without anyone noticing during Augustine’s testimony. There’s one instance of a Conduit with tar powers in the entire seven years they were working—” he pulls up a file featuring the mugshot of this startlingly beautiful woman who was bald, eyes deep and unsettling. Like she knew many different ways to kill a person and get rid of the evidence. “Sasha LaRue, tar Conduit.”

Zeke nodded. “That’s her. Crazy bitch,”

“So what does that mean?” Dad asked, looking through the screen at his friend.

“It means that if there’s any place tar came from, it’s her.” Dr. Sims nodded with his head towards the mugshot. “She was one of the first Conduits they tested on. She was one of the first they killed.”

Brent’s leg stopped jiggling, and he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. “But would the DUP keep her tar? How did Archangel get it?”

“You don’t need a Conduit’s powers to do a power transfer,” Dr. Sims started. “You need their rayacitin protein.”

“Their what?”

Dad looked over at us. “Have you guys not gone over Conduit physiology in school?”

I snorted. “They barely went over human physiology, are you kidding? Our teacher was Catholic and skipped over so many things ‘cause she didn’t want to ‘put ideas in our heads,’”

“Let alone the conduit physiology portion,” Brent grumbled. “They were an affront to God,”

Dad rolled his eyes. “Why did I even pay for you two to go to that school?”

“Well,” Dr. Sims started, “Rayacitin is the protein that gives a Conduit powers. Helps us perform conduvergence — which is when you use your power — and makes your fast healing happen. You only need a copy of that protein to artificially activate a Conduit’s conducrine gland.”

“Which means if they kept any of this woman’s DNA on file, there’s a chance that’s where they got it,” Dad groaned.

Zeke slowly set his glasses on his desk. “There’s…another place they could have gotten her DNA from.”

Dad’s head snapped around to look at Zeke. “What do you mean?” He asked cooly.

“Well, Sasha was captured by the First Sons, too.” Zeke pointed out. “They drained her of this stuff just like DARPA did, and used it in Empire City—”

“But Empire City’s gone.” Dad interrupted. “How would they get the DNA from her if it’s underwater?”

“Y’think tar doesn’t float? And Empire City wasn’t the only place them bastards worked.”

Dad glanced over at Dr. Sims. “Where else were they?”

Dr. Sims grimaced. “Well…here. New Marais.”

“This is where the power transfer device was used first too,” Zeke said. “Both versions.”

Brent held up a hand as if in class, but didn’t wait to be called on. “Wait — what’s the First Sons?” He asked.

“They don’t matter.” Dad started with that annoying finality he’d been carrying around the past few days. I couldn’t take the coddling anymore.

“Dad,” I began, “If they’re — if they’re a part of this somehow? They’re important.”

“They’re not something you need to worry about—” Dad tried to decide for me instead this time. Decide for me. I huffed a bit, shaking my head, making him blink before his face settled into a scowl. “What?” he demanded.

“When are you gonna stop acting like we’re—” I struggled for a minute to find the words, “Like we’re too precious to know about this stuff, Dad? Too young?”

Dad grit his teeth. “You are too young to have to worry about this,” he insisted.

I shook my head. “Didn’t really seem to stop them from doing this,” I said, raising my right arm to show off my nice little prize from the last time I was deemed ‘old enough’ to be a part of this. “We’re adults in ten days. Are you gonna make me wait for answers then, or are you gonna let me try to help figure out how to fix myself? It’s too late for us to not be involved in this.”

We stared each other down through the blue light of the holographic screen, unblinking. He couldn’t keep leaving me out of things that affect my life and claim he was trying to protect me! I was sick of being treated like I was too fragile to handle anything.

Dad eventually sighed, looking away. “The First Sons were this cult,” he started, relenting. Definitely didn’t look happy about it, though. “They basically engineered Conduits. Figured out how to activate them fully. They were the reason for the Empire City Blast.”

“I thought that was a terrorist attack?” Brent asked beside me.

Zeke shrugged. “Was it not?”

Everyone fell silent at that; it hadn’t really connected with me before this moment that we were talking to someone that actually managed to survive Empire City. Not until Zeke got that same haunted look on his face Dad would when he talked about Mom or Uncle Reggie.

Dr. Sims inhaled, taking the reins. “If what you guys found all those years ago working with Raymond Wolfe is true, the DUP seized almost all of the First Sons’ information. There’s nothing regarding them in any of my files beyond the power transfer device.”

Zeke laughed mirthlessly. “You think they did? Especially when half of the organization is in the bottom of the Birmingham Sound?” He shook his head. “Nah. The DUP didn’t have everything, and I can almost guarantee it.”

Dad’s eyes narrowed at Zeke. “Are you saying you have information they don’t?”

Zeke nodded. “Without a doubt. Don’t remember exactly what — it’s been nearly twenty years since I’ve touched anything. But I have some dead drops, a few documents. Stuff Cole and I managed to pack on the boat before heading here. Nearly everything we did find while we were here.”

Dad straightened. “Where is it?”

“‘Bout thirty miles east, buried underground.” Zeke responded. “But I can go get it. Maybe with all that, and by putting our heads together, we can get a lead on where exactly this Archangel came from, and what they want.”

Zeke stood, cracking his neck before saying, “It’ll take me a few hours to get where I need to go and dig it all up, so why don’t y’all rest up? You guys look beat.”

There was a brief period where Zeke and Dr. Sims talked before Zeke donned some rain boots and left, footsteps echoing away on the dock outside before the motor to his own boat started. Dad looked at Dr. Sims as he called back the holographic projection accusingly. “I told you coming here was useless,” he said.

Dr. Sims rolled his eyes. “You don’t know that yet, Del. How about we look at everything he’s got before we say it’s worthless?” He glanced towards us before adding. “Besides, they need to rest, and we need to talk.”

I didn’t like the look the two exchanged before Dad nodded. “Yeah,” he resigned. “Yeah, okay.”

I woke up on the very edge of the full sized bed, Brent’s snoring in my ear.

As if plopping too hard onto the bed and breaking the wooden frame with his weight wasn’t enough, he was now spread eagle on the mattress, leaving me the smallest sliver of space on the edge of it. One of my legs had already lost the fight and was lying against the cool wood floor, and there was no shoving him back to regain space when he was too goddamn heavy to move.

The room was almost pitch black thanks to how off the grid it was, the pale quarter moon barely doing anything to cast a light through the window. I nearly headbutt the doorframe as I tiptoed blindly out of the room, my phone — and its flashlight — stored away somewhere so no one could track it to Zeke’s hideout.

He was really cautious, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he was running from. I mean sure, Archangel was a concern now, but he’d been living like this for years if what Dr. Sims said was true. Why the caution, why the fear?

The top of the stairs squeaked under my foot as I went to put my weight on it, so I took the rest of the stairway as a wave, solidifying on the bottom. Something in the center of my back twinged as my skin returned, leaving me to shrug my shoulders awkwardly to get the stiffness out. That gland Dr. Sims talked about, that’s what it was. That’s what hurt.

Dad was on the loveseat in the living room, legs thrown over its arm. He was asleep, thank god — meaning it was easy to slip past him and open the front door, stepping out into the night. I walked along the dock, looking down at the near-black waters and the small white specks of the alligator eyes that caught the moonlight, twinkling like their own little stars in the abyss.

A constant reminder that something was wrong.

It never hurt before. Using my powers. Maybe it was just because I was only really beginning to heal from what happened in that fight with Augustine, or maybe it was because I was in that stasis for a long time; but either way, there was a consistent sting in my shoulders just like when I start to run out of water and need to drain more. Like the organ wasn’t getting enough.

Was it not?

I sighed hard, letting my head drop into my hands; I had no idea what was going on anymore. I was confused, and scared, and felt angry that Dad couldn’t even trust me enough to be either without treating me like a child. How was I supposed to ask him questions about what’s happening if I couldn’t be sure he’d tell me the truth? He blames me for all of this, I just know it — and I couldn’t even disagree.

I sat there in the dark, the chorus of the crickets and the scream of the generator doing nothing to drown out my thoughts. The sound of that car crash on the Causeway and Dr. Sims’ power trying to restart Brent’s heart echoing in my head. The way those icicles felt pushing into my skin. The smoldering of COLE’s burned remains. All haunting. All because of me being trapped in that alley, or turning my back, or doing something I was told not to do. All my fault.

“You know, the gators will bite off your toes if you stay there,” a voice called, making me jump and nearly sending me off the edge of the dock.

I spun around, looking for the source and failing to find it until Zeke called, “Up here,” from the top of the old train car. He was sitting in one of those folding lawn chairs, using a cooler as a footrest.

I laughed awkwardly, inwardly cursing; damnit, I was looking for a moment alone! “Nah, I uh,” I glanced back over my shoulder to the water. “I scared them away with my powers.”

He nodded. “Right, right — water. Y’know, you’re the first water conduit I’ve met. I mean, I’ve met someone that could use steam, ‘couple light Conduits, even another steel one like your brother. But water? That’s a first.”

I nodded, the awkward silence rushing over us despite all the noise of the night. I was on the verge of bidding him goodnight and going back inside when he motioned for me to join him without speaking.

I hesitated for another moment before moving to join him — what was I going to do, tell the host no? It felt rude to brush him off. So I swallowed my pride, figuring five minutes of my time wasn’t gonna kill me, and walked up to the old train car, climbing the ladder on its side.

Zeke stood, offering me the chair and refusing to hear otherwise when I argued. He pulled two drinks out of the cooler, offering me a beer.

I looked at it before glancing up at him. “I’m seventeen,” I said.

“Woah-ho-hoookay, never mind,” He chuckled, crouching back down to the cooler and setting the offered beer off on the side. The ice in it was already gone, replaced with cool water that sloshed around as he murmured, “Pretty sure I…I’ve got cola here somewhere…” He made some sort of triumphant whooping sound as he pulled out a store-brand coca-cola, passing it to me.

“Thanks.” I murmured as he closed the cooler and sat on top of it, looking off into the swamp. I fought the top of the can for a moment, trying to open it with the hand in the cast before giving up and swapping hands, frowning.

“I saw what you did.” Zeke said. “The fight with Augustine. Gotta say, you were impressive — wouldn’t have expected a kid to be able to do all that. The whirlpool? Holy hell. Bet you’re a hit at pool parties.”

I had to admit, that managed to get me to laugh. I never even stopped to consider the type of things I could do at a pool or a water park or something. “I’ll have to try it when we…when we’re done with this,” I said, the chuckle dying off in my throat.

Zeke leaned forward, beer hanging in his hand between his legs. “Don’t worry about it, kid,” he began. “We’ll get to the bottom of whatever’s going on.”

I nodded, unspeaking. How could he be so sure? I definitely wasn’t.

“I got everything from when Cole and I ran around for your pops and Eugene,” Zeke added. “Found some other things from when I was working with the Conduit Rights League and Project Sanctuary, though your dad probably has access to those files, being a part of COLE.”

I glanced over at him. “You…you really were friends with Cole MacGrath?”

Zeke chuckled. “Friends? We were practically brothers.” He said. “Met him when I moved to Georgia as a kid, I was the new kid and always being, you know, big boned, I immediately was bullied. Didn't matter to Cole though. He came up to me at recess, didn’t even let me talk before pulling me into some spy game, and we were inseparable after that.”

“So you knew each other since you were kids?”

Zeke nodded. “Eight or something like that.”

“Wow,” I murmured. The great Cole MacGrath, and Zeke knew him before he hit puberty. “What was it like? Being there for…” I drew off, unsure how to summarize it, “All of it?”

Zeke chuffed. “Wild, but you also gotta remember — the world was ending. Everything was flipped on its head. Cole having powers was just one of a buncha fucked up things going on, we couldn’t even really concentrate on that.” Zeke took a swig of his beer. “That being said…it was pretty badass. It felt like I was there for my best friend’s superhero origin story. It was like them old comic books we used to read as kids.”

Zeke seemed humored in a melancholic sort of way as he thought back to whatever memory was playing in his mind then, and I let the conversation die for a moment, nursing the soda.

But — God, I was sitting next to someone who knew Cole MacGrath! The first Conduit. I couldn’t really keep myself from talking as I asked, “How did he deal with it?”

“With his fists, mostly,” Zeke comments, glancing over at me. There was minimal lighting outside — just a few floodlights on the front of the house and the old train car — but it was enough to see that his eyes, now lacking those sunglasses, were brown. “But it was…something else entirely. There was no group or someone to talk to. We were on our own through most of it, especially at the beginning.”

My brows furrowed. “You mean…like, learning to use his powers?” I asked.

Zeke nodded. “Yeah. Our version of training was having him charge up dead car batteries or shoot mannequins we stole from JCPenney.”

I played with the tab on my soda. “Was it hard for him to figure it out on his own?”

“Both times sucked pretty bad,” Zeke said. “The first time, after his coma, his powers were just outta control.”

My brow furrowed. “His coma?”

Zeke nodded. “Took him a while to brush off what happened after the Blast.”

After another moment, I asked, “How long was Cole MacGrath in a coma for?”

“You can call him Cole, I don’t think he’d be upset.” Zeke chuckled. “And he ain’t here to yell at you if he is. But, to answer your question, a week. There were actually a couple times he was put outta commission by something.”

A week. “So there’s a chance that — what’s happening to me — it’s something that’ll fix itself?” I asked.

Zeke sighed. “Let’s hope.”

I didn’t like how noncommittal that answer sounded.

“Did he ever…” I drew off, unsure of how to phrase the next question. “Was there ever something wrong with his powers after getting hurt?”

Zeke looked over at me, cocking an eyebrow. “Why? Is there something wrong with yours?”

“Dad said that my mom had something go wrong with hers.” I started. “And I don’t — there’s nothing wrong, but it sorta hurts to use my powers. Like I feel sore when I do.”

Zeke hummed. “Have you told Eugene this? Your father?”

It was still so weird to hear Dr. Sims be referred to so casually. “No,” I admitted.

“You need to. Anything regarding your health right now, they need to know.”

I knew he was right. I just didn’t want to admit it; I let Dad know the truth, and he’d put me in bubble wrap and tie a leash to me so I wouldn’t be able to move or stray far without his permission.

There was a moment of silence where I looked down at the drink in my hands before Zeke said, “Once.”

I looked up at the man, who was staring off into space. “Hmm?”

“There was one time Cole’s powers were messed up after a fight.” Zeke clarified for me. He brought the bottle to his lips and threw his head back, chugging the entire thing in a five second span that I was sure would have impressed Brent if he was here. He moved to open the spare, clearing his throat. “The first time he fought the Beast, it had…broke his powers, I guess you could say. He wasn’t strong, could barely drain. Lost some of his mojo, too — all the old moves he could pull with his electricity? Gone.”

My brow furrowed. “Like he, what, forgot how to use them?”

Zeke nodded. “Was too weak to use some moves and had to rebuild himself, but after that? Lost some completely.”

What? “The Beast broke him?” I asked in disbelief after a moment. Zeke nodded. I’d never heard of anything like that happening before. “Then how…how did he get fixed?”

“Time. Blast Cores.” Zeke chuckled to himself as an afterthought. “Probably pure spite, too,”

“Blast Core?”

He looked over at me. “You don’t know what the Core Relays do,” He realized. He readjusted to face me better before continuing, “You know how every nuclear generator has a little core to make the energy, like a battery?” I nodded, prompting Zeke to continue, “Well, Blast Cores were the battery. The middle part that powered up the whole thing, nuclear-style. An informant we had told us how it would give a Conduit new and stronger powers. It’s how he juiced up to fight the Beast in the end.”

“I didn’t even know the relays were nuclear energy,” I admitted. “Just thought they were some weird battery.”

“Nope. They’re straight RFE.” Zeke said simply.

RFE. Ray Field Energy. That was that secondary field of energy they discovered around the earth, I think. It’s what I answered on my Earth Science exam at least.

But something popped up in the back of my mind, in flashes of blue and visions of water. “My Dad, he — there was this thing that happened with a Core Relay. He managed to hit me with the power from it when he was trying to drain it, and it gave me visions of how my powers worked.” I looked over at Zeke. “Did Cole ever experience anything like that?”

Zeke nodded. “Oh yeah. Sorta like a premonition of how the power worked?” I nodded vigorously. “Yep. He’d get them when connected to a generator too, back in Empire City. We had to bring the electrical grids back online and when he’d connect that current, it did something. Would show him a new power. Dunno why, though.”

“I think…” I drew off, lowering the can from my lips. “I think it’s because he was connected to the element. It happened to me when I was fighting Augustine — the water helped me when I got hurt. It…it reminded me to breathe and it washed out my cuts, and it gave me these flashes of visions on what to do to fight her. When you’re in your element? I don’t know, it feels like you become—“ I faltered when I looked up to see how Zeke was looking at me. “You become one,” I finished meekly.

He nodded once. “Kinda how Cole had described it.” He said. “Gotta be nice, that feeling,”

I shrugged. “It’s something. Kinda weird, kinda cool.”

He raised the bottle, pausing with it pressed against his bottom lip to ask. “And the hallucination?”

My heart skipped a beat. “T-the what?” I stuttered. Completely unconvincingly, may I add.

Zeke finished his swig. “Kid, I’m a lotta things, but I’m not stupid. Not usually, at least. When I was talking about how the tar worked, you looked like you had seen a ghost.” He shrugged. “You ain’t gotta tell me, but I just wanted to ask. Definitely seemed like you had questions.”

My eyes fell to the ground and then closed, Mom’s form imprinted on the lids. I could still picture her smile with ease, how expressive her eyes were when her voice rang in my head. She wagged her eyebrows a lot when she talked — she seemed so expressive in everything. It felt too real to be fake. “Cole, did he…what were the hallucinations like?” I asked, opening my eyes. I didn’t raise them though. “You probably don’t know, actually—“

“No, I do. Somewhat. I know he imagined up his dead girlfriend.” Zeke said solemnly. “Enemies attacking him.”

“Any sort of…terrain change?” I asked gently.

Zeke shook his head. “No, but then again, he only accidentally swallowed the stuff. I know yours went in your bloodstream, gotta imagine it would change things.”

I nodded, letting silence fall between us and fiddling with the tab of the can until it popped clean off. Zeke let it linger too, and I wasn’t sure if I was grateful for that, or if the tension of my manufactured memory was enough to make me audibly say it. Confirm to someone else that for a moment, it was true. “I saw my mom.” I said simply. “She’s been — I don’t remember her, she died when we were babies. But she was there in this weird place and had hugged me and talked and laughed and it—“ my voice cracked, and I clammed up immediately. “It felt so real,” I finished on a whisper.

“You’re worried it’s not,” Zeke declared simply. I just nodded. “Well, lemme ask you something: does it matter?”

What? I looked up at him, the edges of his form blurry through my tears. “Huh?”

“In the end, does it matter if it was some hallucination? It was a moment with your mom.” Zeke leaned back, looking up at the stars. “I sometimes have dreams with people I’ve lost. My momma, Cole, my old dog Beefcake. I count them as a different sort of memory; them checking up on me. And I mean, sure, I wake up sad they ain’t real — but does it matter?” He shook his head at his own question. “Nah. It’s important to me, and that’s all that matters.”

“I just wish I knew what was…true. What’s going on,” I said.

“We’ll figure it out. Way your dad is going, he’ll have it solved before the week is up.” Zeke said.

I cringed; Dad was doing nothing but being snippy and rude to Zeke, and it was obvious that he didn’t like the guy. “I’m sorry about him, by th—” I started before Zeke waved a hand, cutting me off.

“Ain’t your fault. Can’t even get angry at your father. He’s gotta be stressed outta his mind, trying to figure out what’s wrong with his little girl.” Zeke sighed. “Can’t say I wouldn’t act the same, if I were in his shoes. He’s scared outta his mind right now. Can’t fault him for it.”

“He’s mad at me,” I said solemnly. “I keep messing up and getting us into more and more trouble whenever he solves one issue.”

Zeke shook his head. “I don’t believe that—”

“I almost got my brother killed coming down here. I didn’t hide like he wanted me to when we were being shot at by those snipers and Brent almost died because he — he had to worry about keeping me alive. I killed so many people in Seattle. I got kidnapped in Portland ‘cause I wasn’t cautious enough and it ended up getting Archangel to bomb COLE.” I set the can down on the train car’s roof— my hands were shaking too hard to hold it without spilling some. “I keep messing everything up.”

Zeke leaned forward a bit. “I don’t think he blames you for anything.” He said softly. “Your dad reminds me a lot of Cole — ever since he got his powers, he’s had to sacrifice. I know he lost his brother. I know he lost your mom, and his parents, and a buncha his tribe. He’s scared of losing you too, especially now that someone’s hunting him. He’s stressed and wants to keep you safe — and I bet he feels just as guilty about the fact that he wasn’t able to the last few times. He’s trying to keep you from being in some position where he can’t help.”

I blinked. “I hadn’t…thought of it like that.” I admitted. All of the precaution and anger Dad was feeling; was it because he was scared, not angry at me? Not blaming me for everything that was happening or thinking I was incapable of taking care of myself after getting hurt?

Zeke left the conversation floating there, letting me sit in my thoughts. I had to admit, it was hard for the silence to feel awkward around him; there was a comfort to his presence that said nothing really needed to be said. It left me to stew in my thoughts regarding Dad, to sit there and imagine a moment in his shoes. Watching him fall into the Sound, not finding him for days, and once I do, him not healing. God, I’ve been so blind. “I think I’m going to go talk to my Dad,” I said suddenly, standing. I’ve been so scared and confused that I’ve been taking it out on him more than understanding he’s feeling the exact same way.

“Sure,” Zeke nodded. “I’m gonna stay out here a while longer, maybe have one more before bed.” I’ll be in later, if you want to have a private conversation I could hear in the tone. I smiled gratefully at him before whooshing off the edge of the old rail car and down to the dock, solidifying from the wave on its rough wood.

Dad jumped awake when I walked back into the house, not bothering to be quiet. His arm lit up in ash and ember as he blinked sleep out of his eyes, moments away from blasting off a shot before realizing it was just me. “Jeanie?” He asked scratchily, clearing his throat and shaking the smoke off of his hand. “What’re you doing awake?” He sat fully up, swinging his legs around so he was facing me — and it was then that he realized I was crying. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry.” I couldn’t stop the tears once they started. “I’ve been mean a-and rude with you when all you’ve been trying to do is help me and it’s—“

“Hey, hey, no,” Dad hummed. His arms wrapped around me immediately when I hit the ground in front of him on my knees. “It’s okay.”

“I’m scared.” I admitted into his chest. “I don’t know what’s happening anymore,”

“I know,” He muttered into my hair. “I know. But I promise you, I’ll do everything in my power to fix this.”

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