#small writing

[anshiyonaga]

yomi is the type of man to never treat the one he loves poorly. he kills, he tortures, he manipulates, but he'd never lay a finger on you but caressingly. treating you like the most delicate, fragile glass doll rather than a ragdoll — yomi never made you shed a tear. ever.

but he'd have others cry blood if they do that.

[depressedperpetual]

Fallout

Nathan was doing his best to clean the mess in their living room. He picked up the door he shattered, piece by piece, taking his time knowing he needed to slow his mind down. One of the apothecaries came out after 40 minutes and cleared her throat.

"My Lord Custodian. Why are you doing a serfs job?" Her voice quiet, both from fear and sensing Nathans need for quiet. Nathan looks down at her, observing her. She squirmed underneath his gaze, looking away after a few moments.

"Why do you ask young one?" Nathan finally answered.

"This work is beneath you. And you... are not at his side." She seemed to shrink further into herself when she stated the facts that drove her to speak. Nathan took in the words, the concern about his distance from his loved one.

"I have an issue I am currently dealing with." Nathan said, knowing he has to be a vague as possible with this. Nobody other than him, Steve and the person who cursed him could know about this. "I need to keep a clear head." Nathan looked down at the gore in the room. "Does that answer your question?"

"Yes my Lord." the apothecary nodded. "We are transfusing some blood and the main wound on his back is being treated." Nathan looks over to her, not understanding why she was telling him this. He could hear everything they were doing to Alexander and they knew he hears. "He should be stable enough to start and wake in about another half hour." And with that she returned to Alexander. Nathan waits until she is gone and sighs. What was he doing? He should be next to Alexander, watching for any misstep that the apothecaries might stumble into. Nathan ran a hand down his face and heard someone knock on the doorframe. Nathan looks over and sees Steve, concern creasing the slight wrinkles around his eyes.

"Hey, what is going on?" Steve asks, walking over what remains of the door. "Alexander?" Nathan nods looking at the blood stains. "What did he do this time?"

"23 knives." Nathan turned and went back to picking up the door.

"And you are out here?"

"Yes." Nathan brushed past Steve. He didn't care to explain, Steve already knew why he wasn't near Alexander.

"I shall call some cleaning serfs but I fear that blood will never fully come out." Steve pulled a dataslate out and quickly called the needed serfs. Nathan noticed how Steve held it at an odd angle. Steve looked up and saw Nathan staring at his hands and a flash of panic washed over his face. Steve put set it down, again at an odd angle before he joined Nathan in clearing the debris.

"What was -"

"I don't want to talk about it." Steve cut Nathan off, his voice hard. Nathan blinked, it was rare for Steve to act like this.

"I am here, if you change your mind." Nathan said going back to work.

Nathan was on his knees scrubbing the floor when the serfs arrived. They all muttered among themselves, shocked to see a Custodian doing such work. They quickly started to work on the stains, crowding him out of doing the work. Steve had gone to check in on Alexander when they were done with the door. Nathan stood up and looked back, seeing the crowd around Alexander. He had been fighting the urge to droup his eyes for hours and now he had two choices. Go to Alexander and let his symptoms worsen or leave. Leave Alexander to wake up with strangers surrounding him. Nathan moved towards the door and ran into Steve.

"He is doing good for what happened." Steve said voice full of his normal joy and mischief, "how are you feeling?" The question was one of a concerned big brother.

"I am fine." Nathan said, looking everywhere except Alexander. "You are leaving correct?" Steve put a hand on Nathan's arm, drawing his attention to him.

"I am needed. But I shall return soon," Steve looked at Nathan, seeing how tired he was. Both physically due to the curse and mentally. "I wish I could stay. Do. you want me to get Callisto?" Nathan looked at Steve, Alexander knew her. He would be safe with her. And Nathan could be somewhere else.

"No. I am going to stay." Steve tightened his grip and bowed his head slightly.

"If you say so," and with that he left. Nathan didn't watch him, he focused on the serfs that were cleaning the floors. He couldn't move from his position, staring down at the laborers as they cleaned up Alexander's mess.

"n-ath-an" the rasping voice cut through all the noise. Nathan turned around, seeing the amber eyes of his love blearly looking up at him. The apothicaries pulled back as Nathan tried to move through the lead in his veins slowing him down. Nathan focused his eyes on the small movements Alexander was making, taking his hand when Alexander reached out.

"Hello" Nathan's voice quiet. He ran a thumb over the large scar that ran over Alexander's cheek. "You gave us quite a large scare."

Alexander seemed to resist closing his eyes, looking up at Nathan. "yo-u did-n't ha-ave to" the words getting stuck in his torn throat, "keeep me al-alive"

"Don't say that" Nathan said, trying to keep his voice steady. He failed at that, another thing on the list of failures. "I... can't let you die."

Alexander closed his eyes and hissed as he tried to get up, Nathan scrambled to... help? Stop him? He didn't know what he was going to do. The apothicaries all ran up to hold him down, and they were surprisingly successful as Alexander was instantly fell down.

"My Lor-" Uriel started before a glare from Nathan shut them up. "You cannot move yet." Alexander looked over at them. "Unless you let yourself heal I am afraid movement will put you at risk reopening the wound."

"Please Alexander. Just enough." Nathan couldn't finish the thought but Alexander understood. He sighed, or did he best to while restraining a cough. His back started to knit itself together, and that was enough to send on of the new apothecaries out of the room. Nathan observed and noted how Alexander's other wounds were still stagnate, but he was now healing. And right now that was enough. Alexander opened his eyes as the healing slowed, then stopped.

"ha-ppy?" he asked looking up at Nathan.

"Satisfied" Nathan paused, "do you remember?" Alexander looked sad at the question but nodded.

"Everything" he raised a hand and Nathan cupped it, guiding it to his face. His hand engulfed Alexander's but holding it to his face, it was all Nathan could feel. Nathan closed his eyes and leaned into it. "I am... so sorry."

The apology, for all the groxshit Nathan had gone through these past few months, it cracked the crumbling walls he had put up. Nathan doubled over and sobbed. Alexander moved pulling Nathan into him and held him close. Nathan could sense the apothecaries turning to leave as fast as they could, all except Uriel. They watched on. Nathan could dimly hear Alexander psychically tell them to 'piss the fuck off', all Uriel did was walk out into the next room and close the door behind them.

@althaineblog @inkedfrankestien @goldenthroneresident @duketheshark

[domestically-loving-monsters]

More Monster!Paladins? Pleeeeaaaassssee!!! I loved the first one!

Of course! Of course!!

Monster Paladins that never leave your side no matter what. There is always at least one with you whenever you leave the safety of your chambers.

Monster Paladins that eventually become so intuned with you - your little tells, the shifts in your behavior - that you only need to sigh a certain way and your Paladins are moving to intercept.

Your Spouse grows jealous eventually. Seeing the devotion given to you so freely, that they try turning your Paladins against you. Small secrets at first. Then gossip wormed into the staff through the palace. It all reaches your Monster Paladins ears but they ignore it.

They know you better than anyone and petty strings of gossip do nothing to deter them from your side.

When this happens, your Spouse turns to other methods of getting petty revenge against the paladins.

They never threaten your Spouse. But the Monster Paladins make their distaste for the ruler very clear. In the near invisible sneers. In the way they glance at you for an answer or outright refuse to acknowledge the other ruler altogether.

Your Spouse gets their revenge through their marital bond to you. The Paladins are forbidden to touch you - that hasn't exactly stopped you but in front of your court, they are bound by law and duty. Your Spouse, however, can touch you freely.

A slide of the hand across your waist. A kiss to the cheek. They make a show of playing with the ring that adorns your fingers and they interlock your hand with theirs whenever you're walking together.

Small things that your Paladins are unable to do and it fills them with a twisted sense of jealousy everytime your Spouse gets close to you.

You feign affection. You laugh when you need too. Your Paladins know this. But you sometimes need to remind your Monster Paladins that they aren't forgotten.

They're very needy for your affections. Especially when your Spouse showers you with handsy affection in front of them.

[bentennyon]

Saw a question asking if Ben would accept Thragg's Ultimatatum

I feel like Ben would give a counter ultimatum

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[Location: Mr Smoothies]

Ben finishes his smoothie with an irritated expression as Thragg explains his terms, he wasn't irritated at the Grand Regent however, he was looking at his smoothie sighing, grape flavor, still never tastes the same, before tuning back onto Thragg's yapping, the young hero raises a brow wondering if he's supposed to be intimidated by this

"Sure, you guys can stay here but I think you forgot who you're talking to dude, I'm Ben Tennyson, wielder of the most powerful device in the universe, I've stopped the Highbreed Invasion, I've beaten Vilgax the Conqueror, Dagon the Destroyer, I've held the universe in my hands. If you think you and your army of Viltru-whatever you guys are scare me, You're wrong."

Thragg's eyes narrowed at the boy, the audacity of this human whose life is but the blink of an eye to a Viltrumite is speaking to him this way? The grand regent moved forward but paused as those green eyes lock onto him with a relaxed almost disinterested gaze but the leader of the Viltrumites could tell, he was serious

"Yeah, if you guys try anything funny, I'll shorten those long lifespans of yours, remember that, now chill out and get a smoothie, my treat."

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(Low-key just used this as an excuse to write something, what do you all think lol)

[tokkiiecloud]

It’s hot outside so get hit by this bus take whv this is (Also don’t mind my writing, I ain’t no writer I have written a few fanfictions here and there soo..yeah)

WHB : it’s summer and it’s hot / Beach dates :

Characters : gn!reader ; Belphegor ; Bael ; Gamigin ; ppyong (Juno p) +angel : Raphael

CW : Sweating ; OOC

Belphegor :

this dude just sleeps through the heat

He’s inside with the air conditioner on

You just came back from a small trip in town with Agares and Vassago, and directly joined Belphegor who was sleeping in his room, you were drenched in sweat because of the FUCKING HOT AIR OUTSIDE and you were too lazy to go shower and change into a pair of fresh and cool clothes(he rubbed off on you)

You collapsed on the bed where Belphegor was sleeping, when he felt something that resembled a wet rat, he had to wake up from the discomfort, when he saw it was you he pushed you off the bed :

“WT- BELPHI?! THIS HURTS!” You yelled at him, he ignored you and went back to sleep, you were forced to take a shower and change when you came back he finally used you as a pillow.

Bael :

This man works through the heat (ac broken)

Collapsed bcs of the heat after waking up he started working again.

You walked inside of Bael’s office, he was still working despite when entering you could feel the unbearable heat, you started sweating profusely how could Bael work in this environment??

He smelt you’re sweats and looked at you giving a weak smile, he was close to collapsing, alerted, you quickly went to him and grabbed his face worry in your eyes :

“Bael?! Your office is like an oven?!” You said worried, he just looked at you and apologized

“Sorry..the ac is actually broken but I’m used to the heat do not worry about me, go somewhere where the ac is on-“ he couldn’t finish his sentence before you dragged him out of the room, he wasn’t able to fight back because of his brain being turned to mush because of the heat.

After dragging him to a random chamber placing him onto the bed, making him drink some water, changing him into more comfortable clothes and going into the bed to cuddle with him.

He smiled softly before kissing your forehead and letting himself be taken care of by you.(Bael my beloved)

Gamigin :

He’s very worried about you staying hydrated

“Please don’t go outside too much”

Paradise lost, for some reason is not that hot?? But Gamigin still worries a lot about you he heard from Lucifer that human’s can’t withstand too much heat so he’s constantly checking on you, giving you water to keep you hydrated!

Ppyong (Juno p) :

Spends his day at the beach to be able to cool himself in the water

Listens to Avril Lavigne while swimming

He begged MC to go to the beach with him so he could spend some alone time together! Drinking wine together, watching the sunset together, swimming, his perfect idea for a date! Sadly he can’t hang out because the others will tag along…

At least he got a kiss on the forehead for the cute idea! It was worth it :

“Ppyong, I mean Juno, this is a very cute idea! Let’s do this next time!”

He giggles as you kiss his forehead, his smile is super bright almost blinding you more than the sun

Raphael :

Doesn’t give a flying fck at the heat

Has tried to kiss you while watching the sunset and will continue to try when he can

Interestingly, you found Raphael at the beach while hanging out with the devils of Gehenna and when he saw you…He took you away from them so for the rest of the day you spent you’re time with him

It was fun! You had a really good and goofy time with him he was still acting high and mighty but he was softer than usual until the sun started to set, both of you were sitting down on the golden sand :

“The sunset is beautiful..all those golden and pinkish mixed with a hint of blue create such a unique and ethereal look…”

He looks at you, eyes sparkling, he smiles at you as he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him, extremely gently as if he was handling a crystal glass :

“You know what else is beautiful and ethereal?” He looks deep into your eyes, leaning in closer to your face, when suddenly a bunch of demons intervened and brutally ended the sweet moment by starting a fight after the fight Raphael left but not without saying one last thing :

“Our moment was interrupted but we’ll have time to continue it some time later. See you dear” he smirks and flies away.

It’s donneeee!! YAYY! Don’t mind it going from weird /goofy or cringe ?? To sweet, I couldn’t stop myself from writing about them I just had too before the fandom completely dies you know?? So every time I get an idea I’ll write it!! :3

[rottysc]

The first time Sephiroth “touched” someone, he was sixteen, at Shinra’s Communal Shower sharing the room with a soldier candidate. The boy had to be at least 15 maybe, as he had kept glancing at Sephiroth.

It was pure curiosity on his end, of his green eyes wandering on another nude body that wasn’t his. It was before Hojo became too possessive of him. Back then, he didn’t have a room but a cramped cell with a single bed and a toilet.

However, after placing that hand on that boy’s shoulder to turn him around—green eyes wandering down to the boy’s genitalia—Sephiroth suddenly had an apartment. A bedroom. A bathroom. A kitchen. Privacy, but not privacy.

Then that boy he touched was gone. Sephiroth didn’t do anything to the boy but looked at him—at the skin that wasn’t his. All he felt was jealousy of how that body appeared soft, not hard like his. That flesh was pure, unlike his. He remembered being angry at everything. Why me?

Then he recalled that the boy got hard and Sephiroth walked away, unable to replicate the arousal the boy felt for him.

When Sephiroth questioned Hojo about the boy’s whereabouts all Hojo said was, “Restraint, boy, restraint. Do not get silly ideas. You are a god, remember that, dumb boy. Your seed must never be shared with another insignificant being.”

He thought that Hojo might’ve been right because of his habit of observing from afar, only undressing with his eyes but never with his hands. Sephiroth never found himself initiating sex, not with others or his close friends—even when they offered.

He was an outsider then, just an observer, he conceded. But then he proved himself wrong. Now, he isn’t a boy but a man. A powerful one. A strong one with a purpose to live now. He can feel aroused now and acts with the urge to touch with his hands and not just his eyes.

He thinks of Cloud. These days, he can’t recall the boy he had touched since that memory is often overshadowed by blue eyes and feather-like blond bangs. Sephiroth looks at Cloud next to him who turns twenty soon. My own lover, he thinks and that term makes him smile.

That body is his, he knows. One where he can shamelessly put his seed in and then will find himself at the mercy of Cloud’s kindness later that feels too undeserved, too naive. Sex is a filthy human thing to do, and he finds pride in that. In being human.

This intimacy is his alone and his head only drifts to Cloud’s existence—not the godhood nonsense Hojo tells him all the time. That’s called gaslighting Sephiroth, Angeal told him.You’re more than… whatever the professor said to you. And Genesis, for once, went silent and agreed.

Sephiroth finds himself cherishing this moment when he used to never. It’s simply because he’s a warrior, a puppet, ready to die any time but right now, he’s just a man waiting for his lover to wake up from his sleep. It's… exciting.

He used to have anxious thoughts of Cloud leaving or being taken away, (see everyone leaves—), but the blond is here on this warm bed. Perhaps Hojo has grown to fear him, but maybe not.

Just last night, Sephiroth was repeating Cloud’s name in the dark, over and over, as his hands roamed around Cloud’s warm body. Cloud, he murmured to the air repeatedly, and Cloud said, “I love you, Sephiroth.”

Cloud told him that he was worthy of love and aside from arousal, something inside Sephiroth shifted—cold, then hot. Something heavy. People tell Sephiroth things that they don’t mean to try to control him, but whenever Cloud says something, he finds himself trusting him because he knows that Cloud truly cares and loves him like the other three friends he has.

Cloud begins to shuffle in his sleep and turns to his side to cuddle Sephiroth's bare chest. Sephiroth slightly adjusts the sheets and then resumes his quiet vigil.

[sentimentalcircus]

⠀⠀⠀ Sweet omen ♡︎

They’re outside near Lacewood, Jack looming behind her while she looks at nothing in particular. He reaches down and rests his hand at her waist, clumsy yet careful all at once. Layla stiffens for half a second, then relaxes.

Just beside her shoe, a closed bud pushes open through the soil.

Jack freezes.

He looks at the flower. Then at her. Then back at the flower.

His grin spreads slowly, it was bright, like he had just learned a fun secret of the world. He leans closer, voice lowered.

“…did you do that?”

Layla doesn’t answer. She only smiles, head facing down.

Jack makes a sharp and delighted laugh once, and keeps his hand right where it is, afraid to break whatever just happened.