#'fuck off and hope we don't beat you to death after this is over'
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Speaking of Tyrest. A lot of people forget that he treated Pharma with absolute disdain, not only using him as a test subject for a clearly painful mass murder machine, but talking to Pharma like he saw him as nothing but some henchman to order around that was nothing more than a 'diseased cripple' if Tyrest hadn't come to rescue him.
Like it really is an interesting background dynamic with some curious implications, but when you look at fandom posts from around that issue/the years after, for some reason people just saw "Pharma worked with Tyrest" and concluded Pharma is a card carrying bigot ksjfnskxkd. Like yeah Pharma didn't do anything to stop Tyrest but it seems his main beef with the Autobots was with Ratchet in particular and maybe a general disdain for his ex-comrades. As well as continuing to hate Decepticons which like, not even the "good Autobots" are immune to (even in Pharma's introduction, First Aid says in his journal something like "yeah we all hate Decepticons, but Pharma REALLY hates them"). And despite what fandom likes to construe there's really no evidence in IDW1 that Autobots and Decepticons are different "races" or "types" of Cybertronians, so Pharma hating Decepticons really isn't a bigotry/robot racism thing. And instead probably has something to do with, idk, the 4 million year long galaxy-spanning blood feud war, or maybe being blackmailed and tortured into insanity by the Biggest and Most Decepticon-y of Decepticons.
Tyrest treated Pharma like trash, the other Decepticons working for Tyrest (how come no one ever brings that up btw) also hated him, so if anything it seems that Pharma was more of a rogue element only staying with Tyrest bc he was his best option and probably had no way to even escape.
I'm glad that at least in recent years the fandom has acquired a keen reading eye and good taste to finally recognize Pharma as the (accidentally) complex character he is instead of making him some posh, racist Starscream clone SHSJDGSGDH
#squiggposting#pharma apologism#yeah i'm apologisting again i guess my mental health is somewhat okay again dkdkkxckkddkd#(my followers seeing me post about pharma) nature is healing#there's also that line where pharma says 'maybe i can help' and skids is like#'fuck off and hope we don't beat you to death after this is over'#they didnt know that pharma was a test subject of the killswitch but wow#that's prolly one of the most out of pocket moments of the story that ive never seen anyone mention#honestly that moment is why i think JRO didnt intend pharma to be That Deep#i feel like that sort of 'not even other autobots like him' treatment is something#that comes up a lot in JRO's villain writing. or like asshole behavior towards some characters#is just plot events proceeding as usual. nothing to see just villains getting their due#tho tbh pharma's character in general suffers from the problem that he's so closely related to a main/major characyer#that it wouldve made way more sense for him to be written in earlier#so all his connections w/ ratchet and the plot had to be established retroactively#also speaking of 'asshole behavior excused bc it's towards a villain'#all those times when people are like (fucking amazing piece of medical research by pharma)#'then he started murdering his patients. what a piece of shit'#like idk it could have been intentional but imo all my readings of pharma were not really intended by JRO#and i'm fully just headcanoning and constructing theories on my own#like pharma was simply not important enough or a major enough character to get fleshed ojt#so basically we get enough pieces of him to establish continuity and a general timeline of his life and thats all
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Hii could we have a part 2 of Should've of when the reader finally wakes up from her coma 👉🏽👈🏽
Yep! Hope you enjoy it!
Should've (Gojo x Reader) Part II
You wake up after your heart stops
CW: swearing, mentions of death, angst to fluff, kissing
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When you slowly open your eyes, you are thirsty. Moving to sit up, you find that you can't because something is on your chest. Looking down, you find a plethora of wires connecting you to various machines, but that wasn't what was stopping you from moving.
No. You couldn't move because your boyfriend of three years was sleeping with his head on your chest. When you move to brush his disheveled hair back from his face - did he let it air dry? It normally isn't this curly - he shot up.
"Sweetheart?"
"Hi. Are you - umph"
You were cut off by him burying his face in your hair as he pressed your face into his chest.
Starting to open your mouth, you pause as you notice he's trembling, his whole body shaking as he quietly sobs into your hair.
After sitting like this for a couple minutes, your worry builds up until you tentatively nudge him back a bit, so you can look at his face. He looks terrible, with puffy red eyes and eye bags so deep they look like makeup.
"Hey, hey, baby, what's going on, what happened? Last I remember I was on my mission-"
You stop as your memories begin to return.
"Wait, I was badly injured, right? Is that what's going on? You were worried?"
He nods, tears filling his eyes again as he looks down at you lying in the hospital bed.
"Well, you don't have to worry. I'm okay now. I didn't die-"
"You did."
"Huh?"
He spoke so quietly that you couldn't hear him.
"Could you say that again for me 'Toru?"
"You died."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean your heart stopped. Shoko had to resuscitate you. I thought-"
He breaks down sobbing, unable to control himself. Scooching over, you gently tug on his arm until he lays down on the bed next to you. Wrapping your arms around him, you run your hands up and down his back as he sobs into your chest.
"Shhh. Shhh. It's okay."
You soothed, trying to calm him down. You were scared; you had never seen him like this before. Normally he kept his emotions locked deep inside of him. He never broke down, and if he did, certainly not to this extent.
"It's-It's not."
He choked past his tears.
"You were gone. Your heart wasn't beating. You were dead. And I couldn't- I couldn't help. I wasn't there to protect you like I promised. I failed you. You could have slipped away from me, and I wouldn't have been able to stop it. All I could think about was how I should've told you I loved you more, been a better boyfriend."
He rambled on as you held him tighter, knowing he needed to get this out of his system.
"I should've kept my promises. Should've protected you. Should've been there to take that hit for you. Should've made you my wife like I promised myself after our first date. Should've held you tighter while I could-"
"Satoru."
You breathed out cutting him off.
"Even if I had died,"
A low pained whine escaped him, as if the very words physically hurt him.
Taking a deep breath you continued as he squirmed up in your grasp and buried his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling you in.
"Even if I had, which I didn't, I would have died knowing that you love me with everything in you. For fucks sake babe, you only tell me about a million times a day."
You chuckled, and you felt him huff against your neck.
"Hey, look up at me real quick."
Planting a kiss on your skin, he tilted his head up so he could meet your eyes.
"I need you to listen to me. This is important."
He nods.
"Gojo Satoru. I did not die. I am right here with you. That's where I am going to be for as long as you want me to. Because you love me with everything in you, and I know that. And I love you with every part of my heart. Everything in me belongs to you. You got that?"
"Yes."
He breathes, looking up at you, an unidentifiable emotion glittering in his swollen eyes.
"As for everything else, I'm still alive, so you can do all of those things. You can hold me as tight as you want. You can protect me, you can make me your wife, you can do anything you want., with one exception."
Your gaze hardened.
"You are not allowed to take a hit for me. I wouldn't be able to live with myself. So how about we make a deal: I don't take hits for you, and you won't take hits for me. Deal?"
He opened his mouth to protest.
"I said, deal."
"Deal."
He grumbled, burying his head back into the crook of your neck.
After a few minutes, he slid up so you were eye to eye and cupped your cheek in one big hand.
"Did you mean what you said?"
"About what?"
"That I could make you my wife?"
You nod, smiling softly at him.
"I did."
"Then, would you make me the happiest person ever, and let me marry you once you're free to leave this bed?"
"Yes."
You breathed, giving him a kiss."
"One million times yes."
Note: That got a lot cheesier than I expected, sorry about that lmao. Also, my requests box is open for anyone who is interested!
#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x female reader#gojo satoru angst#gojo satoru fluff#gojo satoru fanfic#gojo satoru one shot#i love writing for this man sm#jjk#jjk angst#jjk angst to fluff#gojo satoru angst to fluff#gojo x reader#gojo x reader angst to fluff#lee's brain writes
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shanks and buggy denden au where:
the crew kinda splits up in the 2 year gap before roger's death and in an effort to make sure their sons cabin boys are alright, rayleigh puts them on the ship denden plan
so their little apt in loguetown has two dendens, one in the living room and one in their bedroom
they use it all the time. to call oden and toki, to call spencer. even to call roger, hoping that he'll pick up. (he never does)
phone calls are nice but nothing beats talking face to face and visual dendens are on the market they're just super fuckin expensive and both shanks and buggy are saving up for one. it'll be nice to see momo amd hiyori again.
anyway the execution happens and then the loguetown breakup and they pack up their apt in complete silence, each of them taking one denden.
(it'll be a decade and a half before they see each other again.)
they both expect the phone plan to just get cancelled but one day the mail seagull comes to them with a denden bill. turns out, the pirates denden company just grandfathered them into the old plan.
and you know what? it's not like they have any money and this plan is cheaper than all the other plans the company offers so they keep it. they get two separate numbers for the both of them and they dont think about it.
they decided to alternate the months they paid after one very terse call. or that was the plan but shanks is sooo forgetful all the fucking time and he never pays his denden bill on time. it ends up being buggy paying 8 months out of the year and shanks paying the other 4
(benn ends up setting up auto pay 5 years into traveling with shanks. what? it's not like they're broke.)
anyway buggy ends up becoming the terror of the east blue and shanks goes onto become an emperor and still neither of them change their numbers. they don't have the heart to.
and it's not something they consciously think about but sometimes when buggy gets drunk enough, he'll pull out his old ass denden book and trace his fingers over shanks' number. and if shanks is drunk enough he'll get halfway through dialing buggy's number before his brain catches up to what he's doing and stopping
anyway skip to marineford, and shanks is giving buggy a ride back to his ship. when they finally arrive at the island buggy's ship was docked on, both crews decide to throw a "im so fucking glad we lived through that/ captain buggy's the greatest!" party
buggy desperately tries to avoid shanks and shanks is literally holding himself back from looking for buggy but the party goes on and they get drunker and eventually they gravitate towards each other.
bc of course they do. they were shanksandbuggy, buggyandshanks, long before they were part of their respective crews. so they both sneak away from the party and they end up in shanks' room, with shanks sitting on the bed and buggy on his lap, curled around each other.
it feels just like their apt all those years ago. all those quiet nights on their fourth-hand couch, that they spent curled together -- buggy reading a book and shanks quietly talking his ear off.
(it was easier then. those two years where they had an apt together and the air was still heavy with the scent of hope. it was smth to look forward to -- 2 years and then captain will come back and there will be new adventures!
shanks got a job at the docks and buggy tried at least 17 different jobs before settling at a bookstore. and he'd go to work early in the morning and come back late at night to buggy in his hoodie, making dinner, ranting about rude customers.
and on weekends they'd both sleep in and cook breakfast together. or well buggy would cook breakfast, shanks would sit on the countertops and make buggy laugh. and then they'd spend the day inside or go out to eat. and it was good. better than good even. shanks could almost see why people stayed on land.
and then the execution happens and their father's blood stains the cobblestones crimson red and they seperate and then just as quickly as it started, it ends.)
that's when buggy notices the denden.
🤡: you still have that thing?
🍶: yes of course
🤡: and your number is still the same?
🍶: ....yeah. you?
🤡: yeah, never changed it.
🍶: why'd you keep it all these years?
and buggy may be drunk and his inhibitions may be lowered but he's still buggy at heart so he gives some bullshit answer
🤡 looking away: it was cheaper
and shanks knows he's fucking lying bc it may have been years since he last saw buggy but who knows buggy better than he does? who knows shanks better than buggy does?
🍶: c'mon bugs, tell me the truth. why'd ya keep it all these years?
🤡 unwilling to give in first: why'd you keep it all these years?
🍶: because i kept hoping that you'd be on the other end.
and buggy is floored.
🤡: .... what?
🍶: i kept hoping that if i kept my number the same, you'd call one day.
🍶: i can't tell you how many times i've picked up the denden, hoping it was you on the other end.
🍶, laughing sadly: i kept it all these years because of you. and you never called, not once.
🍶, cupping 🤡 face with his hand: why'd you never call bugs?
shanks is tearing up and buggy has already started the waterworks
🤡, sniffling: you knew where i was. why didn't you ever come and see me?
🍶: can you honestly say that you would've seen me? you probably would've told me to leave. so i stayed away.
🤡 hitting 🍶on the chest: idiot! i probably would've called at some point if you had came to me. but you never did and i just took it as a sign that anything we had was done and over.
🍶, grabbing 🤡 hands and staring into his eyes: how could you ever think we'd be done and over? it's only ever been you for me. only you.
🤡, full on crying by this point: idiot, idiot, idiot!
they're both curled over each other sobbing into each other's shoulder bc they could've had this the entire time but they were too fucking stupid
🍶: why'd you keep the denden, bugs?
🤡: haven't you figured it out by now? it was the only thing i had left of you.
🍶: you're such a fuckin sap, bugs.
🤡, blushing: shut up
#anyway that's all i have for now!#anyway if you have any ideas about the denden au then feel free to add on!#uhh the dialogue is so shitty here#but i only had enough for an outline#the dialogue deity only comes to me when i have a proper story idea#the pirates have their own denden companies bc using the legal ones is how you get caught#and the denden seagulls are so fucking vicious if you miss a payment. persistent too.#anyway auto pay in this sense is that benn leaves a pouch of berries in the same place each time and the seagull just takes it#denden au#buggy the clown#buggy one piece#op buggy#akagami no shanks#shanks one piece#op shanks#shuggy#shanks x buggy#one piece
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Misophonia sucks so fucking hard and no one anywhere ever wants to talk about it. Literally the only people I've ever had listen to me about my Misophonia are other people with Misophonia. So fuck it, Misophonia Awareness Post or something, I want to vent.
Allow me to describe what it is first for all the lucky people who aren't fucked over. Misophonia is likely an Audio-Processing Disorder (Potentially some form of Synesthesia) in which certain sounds trigger a fight or flight reaction. Trigger sounds can vary and sometimes after long term exposure it can create a reaction to the visuals associated with those sounds. It is possibly genetic, there is no known cause, there is no known treatment, there is only suffering and ways of generally kind of reducing that suffering.
When I hear people chewing I am filled with a rage that can only be described as "Bordering on a primal desire to Kill." and there's nothing I can do about that. A family member or friend takes a bite of something crunchy and I have to sit there and exist with thoughts of pounding their fucking skull into paste with my bare god damn hands and then afterwards I have to go back to "being normal". I have to just pretend that didn't happen, I can't do anything with those emotions, I can't put them anywhere, I can't talk about them with anyone or gain any understanding or sympathy from others for having them.
When I see someone chewing food anymore it's borderline impossible for me to remain in the room with them for any more than a few seconds because the mere sight of them chewing makes me physically ill and inspires in me a sense of deep disgust and panic that I could never ever hope to describe.
I tell people about what it's like and I get one of four reactions :
"Oh I think I have that too" With a weird amount of curious excitement at the concept of having a fun new quirky thing to mention in conversations. This means that they don't have it, and they'll then proceed to list off a couple different things that literally no human being likes to hear and how much that thing "annoys them". This makes me want to kill myself.
"Wow, Yikes." Through a grimace. This means I was too open about how it makes me feel and they now think i'm a either a freak, liability, time bomb, or over-dramatic, and will do everything they can to avoid the subject in the future so that I can't make them uncomfortable. This makes me want to kill them AND myself.
Immediately eats something really loudly to set me off as a "joke". This means that they're an obnoxious piece of shit that I have to try my absolute hardest not to beat to death with my bare hands. This makes me want to kill them, if that wasn't already obvious.
"Oh. So that's what this is called." This means they have it, and we can both engage in a brief period of mutual trauma sharing that helps us know we're not alone, and that our curse is unfortunately shared with others. This makes us both somewhat melancholy, and kinda ruins the vibes until something fun happens.
And then we get into the "How do you make the pain stop", and good news! You can't. There is no way to make it stop. But you can make it hurt less with ✨Spending Unbearable Amounts of Cash✨
You can buy a billion different types of earplugs that will all do great at muting the world but always leave you incredibly unaware of the world around you and leave you fucked in-terms of listening to media.
You can buy normal headphones that will kind of work but never mute the world around you anywhere near enough and vaguely frustrate you constantly, but hey at least you're a bit more accessible! Try combining these with a combination of rain and static noise playing at all times in the background for an extra layer of silence :)
You can buy ANC headphones that cost infinitely too much money and are almost always built to break so that they can farm cash from you in repairs, but the ANC is so useful despite not working perfectly that you can't really exist without it so you're gonna spend 200+ dollars every couple years because you don't have a choice, and spend every single day 24/7 wearing hot heavy over-ear headphones! Use the Rain and Static Noise combo with this as well for the best ANC effect.
And inevitably, all of these options will give you hearing problems, potentially make you aware of new trigger sounds, and always leave you a step behind everyone else when a conversation happens.
Pro-Tip : For when the sounds are really intrusive and you're on the verge of a breakdown, Combine ANC with Ear Plugs and the R&SN background audio to basically kill noise in it's entirety for a little while :)
AND NOW WE GET TO THE PART WHERE I SAY WHAT THE FUCK CAN YOU NORMIES DO TO MAKE OUR SUFFERING LESS FUCKING CONSTANT.
Listen to us. Don't ostracize us for experiencing emotions we can't control and don't mean or want to act on. If you can, try your best to do the trigger noises quietly, and try your best not to do the trigger visuals in-front of us. We know it's not something you can control entirely, but if you can make the effort to make our lives suck less, we'll really fucking appreciate it.
And if you try to get back at us during a fight by eating something really crunchy to abuse our disorder for your benefit, I swear to god I will hunt you down personally and subject you to the most violent and painful torture I can manage before killing you and hiding your body somewhere no one will ever find it so that your loved ones never have the closure of knowing if you died or if you're still somewhere out there.
Thanks for reading even though I know you didn't because the length of this post is frankly unhinged and i'll probably only get like 2 likes at best.
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hey i’m just asking maybe could you do dating head canons for crimson from helluva boss? nsfw or sfw i don’t mind <33
Absolutely. I love how the fandom is already down bad for mafia man.
hey i’m just asking maybe could you do dating head canons for crimson from helluva boss? nsfw or sfw i don’t mind <;33
Overall notes: Stories written on this blog are GN until specified. While this story uses they/them pronouns, and I don't mind female readers on my blog, I do not write for y'all, and if you are a fetishizer fuck off????????????????? ew.
C/W: Possible OOC, Mentions of kidnap, abuse, torture, murder, death threats, mentions of sexual assault, cursing, spoilers (duh)
Notes: I tried making it as close to mafia man without him just beating you low-key /j, the first part of this I made into a small story without realizing, I hope that alright. Just some build up to it. <3
SFW
Prior to the relationship
"Earth Hell Angel"
Let's ignore the fact he would probably, most definitely never come into contact with any of us. Point blank.
You would have to be making some kind of deal with the Knolastname family, born into riches, or work for him. (I have stories for each in my head)
But let's tinker with the process shall we
The way you two met was by young Moxxie
You were a musician playing at one of the very few operating clubs in greed, operating meaning wasn't just a front for something else.
Moxxie was a teen at the time and being a teen felt a little rebellious. Like of course who wouldn't rebel against their mafia father.
Only issue was, Moxxie was in the middle of a mission when he decided to rebel leaving his father's men to find him in a club listening to a singer.
Crimson was just gonna burn the place down, maybe this time Moxxie would learn to not fuck with him anymore, but he wanted it to run deeper.
He wanted to kidnap who ever the singer was and torture them in front of the young imp to properly ingrain the lesson into him.
What he didn't expect was to be seated at a table each passing night, lit cigar in hand as he waited for the performer of the night.
It slowly became routine for him, and he slowly become your top patron. Enough to were you didn't need to preform so much.
That was until you met a bright eye imp with a tune for music...
And his devilish father
The young imp for express his passion for music, which you could only respond with the same enthusiasm, if It wasn't for the menacing eyes scanning over your body as he whispered to the shark behind him, eyes never leaving you.
This went on for months, moxxie would come and talk to you after shows and show you some songs he made. Though it wasn't just Moxxie paying you visits.
If it wasn't moxxie in your dressing room after a show, the older Knolastname would take his stay.
He often made snide remakes on working in, as he would say, "The only place where even the roaches don't wanna go" while he made himself comfy on the couch in the room.
Originally he had body guards posted around the room, outside the door, and around the outside of the building.
But that ended when one of his men tried to make a move on you while he was on the phone.
Oh boy the look on his face when he came back into the room and saw you being held down by one of the guards.
He doesn't know why, but when he saw the scared look on your face, a silent plea for help was all it took for a whole new line of guards to be instated.
"One bad apple can rot the rest. So its only best he gets rid of them all right?"
He was gonna need a LOT more walls in his home for plaques.
From there on out the only people that were allow in your room were him, Moxxie, oh and him, did he forget to mention that handsome imp right there? yeah him, oh wait thats him, whoops.
It became routine, well, as much as mafia work can be routine.
Each week he'll ask you when you're preforming, then not respond to any other text or conversation after that, because why would he? That's not what he's asking for.
Don't worry though, he still actively listens and pays attention, even making mental notes here and there on some things, but nothing else matters.
He's just going through his mental calendar of the week to make time for each show. <3
And if he's unable to make it, he'll either send Moxxie or a goon with a stack of money to make up
Though half of it just goes to the person who delivers it, you tried sending it back once and the poor goon had to walk back to the club with a bullet in each knee
Soon after moxxie was the only one allowed half the money
He found out the goons were given half the money and were made to give it back, half alive of course.
Dating Crimson
This old man only realized he liked you when he was in an argument with Moxxie.
Moxxie had a date with chez, but Crimson wanted to send him to the club with yet another stack of money.
"Sir, this is the third time you sent them money today. I think they are well off for the night."
"I didn't call you here to think, boy, I called you here to go to that club. I don't want to repeat myself."
"Well, sir, I don't think sending your son with a stack of money is gonna win their love."
The air grew still in the room as silence over took them
"Get out."
Moxxie needn't think twice with that one, as he raced off to his fishy lover (pun intended)
Jesus and thats just before the relationship, I couldn't even imagine what it would be like to date him. (yes I can thats why im here, albeit VERY OOC cough you're not abused cough)
When this man finally has you in his grasp, I hope you don't like traveling far.
He is a possessive lover, like Possessive lover with a capital p.
As much as he hates it, he'll allow you to play at the club, it's not like he owns it or anything.
He does, he bought it awhile ago when he overheard how your boss talked to you. good to not he's not missing... side eye
Oddly enough (I say as I write) he's very touch starved.
He is very handsy the moment you allow him to be, a hand is always on you, if you're not already held close to his side.
"What are you talking about? I keep you close to me so you don't get lost. Can't have you winding up in an unsavory deal down here."
His favorite thing to do is come into your dressing room and hug you from behind as you get ready in the mirror.
Face buried in your neck as his body slumps and his tail wraps tightly around your leg.
Only looking up when your hand runs through his hair and you let out a light giggle, a soft glare pointed at you through the mirror.
Another has to be when you're sitting on his lap in your dressing room, music playing in the background as you softly sing the words to him while you chart your hands through his hair
Crimson never cared for music, to much of a sinner thing for him, mostly because he did business with other hell-born and never interacted with them, but he could appreciate it a bit if you came along with it
Especially when you give him that look, one that would carry the seven rings of hell alone, and it was all for him.
God, he would lock you up away from all of hell in an instant if you let him.
He actually tried once, though it went over quite quickly when you threaten to no longer give him kisses or attention in general, he surprising backed down quickly.
Though his next statement was for you to move in with Moxxie and him. No, not a question, Yes, a statement.
Your belongs had already been moved while you had this conversation. Hope you don't mind.
Oh Oh OH did this make Crimson happy. The first morning he felt a warm body wrapped in his arms, he dug his face deeper into the source.
He could call off his meetings for the day, not like they could do much about it.
Not when he has what he wants right in front of him.
He may never encounter an angel from heaven, but why would he need to, he had his own right here.
Crimson only truly realized this when you barged into his office one night, grumbling incoherent insults carrying a plate of food in your hand.
"You know for someone who gets on me for not eating right you always take it above and beyond."
placing the food on his desk you pull a chair around and sat next to him reaching into your pocket.
"I hope you're not planning on killing me, darling."
"You have a headache, don't you?" "huh?"
"You've been at work for over a day, you gotta have one by now."
Placing a bottle of pain killers on the desk you picked up the fork and softly blew on it to cool it down, before bringing it to his mouth.
Yeah, he could get use to this, he could get really use to this.
And yeah he may not be his son's biggest supporter, but when he sees Moxxie and you gushing over whatever nonsense that came to mind, his home no longer felt as cold like it once did.
NSFW
C/W: Marks, Degrading, Collars, Choking, Smoking,
Did I mention he was a possessive lover? Because he's also a jealous lover, and it tends to end with a few REALLY obvious marks on your body
From the dark and almost concerning hicks that adorn your neck, to the red and angry claw marks that riddle your thighs, the guest started to wonder if you were mauled by a bear.
or a cannibal... Say, did he sound like a radio host?
He doesn't even want you looking at anyone else and if he found out anyone was trying to be with you it would mean their head was mounted on the wall
and yours was planted in the bed... <3
"To think we would go through this again, it's almost as if you want to be treated like a dog"
Mind you he's still an old timer, he isn't one for anything fancy. Aka: you brought up toys in bed and he got a little too jealous at the thought of you cumming from something that wasn't him
"Saying I don't fuck you well enough? That's funny, because if I do recall, your pretty little head was cock drunk before I even did anything, or are you just that much a whore that you need more then one?"
The thought of getting an Ozzie's Mold your own Cock kit did pass his mind once or twice.
Remember how I said he was handsy, I don't know it's because he's a murderer or not, but I do see him being very fond of choking.
It reminds him of a collar in a sense, getting you one has passed his mind too
You would wear it for him right? At least when you two are alone? Just for a bit.
Long enough that he can take some photos of your blissed out face saving it for later, as the metal tag shines slowly with each rise of your chest.
But in all honesty his hand looks much better wrapped around your neck as he ruts into you from behind, growling in your ear as his grip tightens.
Crimson is literally the definition of Grr, bark and growl, and they all happen at once.
It started out with a low growl from him as you talked to a male coworker, soon it turned to him barking orders at you to get on your knees in your dressing room.
What? It's your fault you decided to talk with that low life. He should be rewarded for letting him walk away with half his vision.
I must say though, the old school charm does such wonders.
Especially on date nights <3
He may have already been in your pants, he still goes out of his way to treat it like it's the first time.
Compliments thrown your way as he pours you a glass of wine, all of it over looked by a sneaky tail trailing its way between your legs in the middle of dinner.
You ARE at Ozzie's after all
Those nights end up with you slowly riding him, his hand on your jaw to keep you looking at him.
"Something the matter dear? Do you need help finishing? Just ride me a bit more, yeah? You've been doing so good for me."
Crimson's strong suit... is definitely not his praise, but he does pick up on the small noises and movements you make each time he does.
Yet, he saves it for those soft and affectionate nights. He's still a mafia man at heart, but hey, he's coming around.
One last thing that will set this imp off is you smoking, as random as it may seem. Be it weed, a cigarette, shit, even one of his cigars, his lips(?) are on yours inhaling the smoke you exhale.
You did mention a band named cigarettes after sex at point. Why not put it into action.
Talking about after sex.........
He's fucking terrible at after care. You would be lying through your teeth if you said he was.
He's gotten better after a few months, few meaning over half a year. He's gotten better at least?
It's not everyday a Mob lord is on his knees cleaning up after himself, or running to fetch a glass of water.
Though he makes it up with more trips to the lust ring~
He can't help it, they have the best clubs in all of hell <3
“I never learned to like something, darling. I only let it consume me.”
#foolish writing#request#helluva boss#helluva boss crimson#crimson x reader#crimson x male reader#crimson x female reader#vivziepop#I story on which he is just beating on you is LK funny to me#thats as canon as you could ever get#request open
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omg can I ask the first time the boys meet the reader they were beat up by the reader for insulting something (e.g their cat or something) or they made a crude joke? Basically almost like Annie Leonhart and stuff xjsjdjjs
beating up the boys
an; helloooo, anyways i was skimming through my requests and found this, love the concept and cute pic, i screenshotted it hihi, hope you like this! everyone is aged up, 17-18 in craigs you didnt beat him up but yeaaa just read
kenny mccormick
when he first met you , kyle brought you over to stans house where you all hung out. the other two didn't seem bothered by your presence and he asked who you were , kyle introduced you saying you knew tips on the game they were about to play, kenny thought you were attractive and complemented you "damn you got fine ass" kenny blurted that out smirking, the other three knew how you were and you didn't like the perverted comment he made, you straight up slapped him, bro he was shook. no girl ever reacted that way, they always blushed, he was determined that next time you'd blush at him. so he spent weeks flirting with you and by now he realize he got a fat crush on you and just know the flirtings are way more intense.
stan marsh
kenny brought the others to your house because you had a pool and asked if he and the other can play in it, you agreed having known kenny a while now and wanting to meet his other friends. they all came over and greeted you, you were homeschooled so you didn't have that many friends. while they were admiring your house your sphynx cat came over and meowed demanding you feed him, cartman had a cat of his own so he didn't care and kyle wasn't the type to judge a cat, stan however was disgusted, man he made the most foul faces "ew what is that its so ugly why doesn't it have fur?!!" you stopped your tracks and stared at him, kenny knew how defensive you were abt your cat "omg stan say sorry" before stan could reply a hit was blown to his face, you punched him. "get the fuck out and don't even think about swimming in my pool bitch" stan ran away and wanted to say sorry but everytime he saw you at the parks you flipped him off, he tried everything. by the time he bought you flowers just to make you forgive him, he knew he was inlove. the next time he saw you he was all nervous and looked like he was about to puke.
kyle brofloski
the four of them were out at the mall looking for things to do when you bumped into them, he remembered you because last week you came over to stans house to hang out, kyle was supposed to be there but he got sick. the other three greeted you knowing you for a while now after the meet up, kyle introduced himself to you and apologized for not showing up. he then ask what you four were playing at stans house "oh dude you shouldve come over we all played wrestling and y/n kicked ass" kyle laughed, "damn your all weak af, shes a girl her punches mustve been weak" in a desperate attempt to get closer to you he blurted out the most overused misogynistic joke ever "oh shit i didn't mea-" he felt his cheek sting and realized you had punched him "weak? dont make me laugh" you walked off, the next day he tried everything to get your attention and say sorry, you ignored him and he was in tears bro, he would 'unintentionally' bump into you, would try to help you with homework everything bro. in class while he was staring at you thinking about tactics and he realized how pretty you were. he started blushing like crazy, you now realize how kyle doesn't come and beg you to forgive him rather he stares at you from afar and whenever you made eyecontact he'd look away all smiley
eric cartman
bro is foul, when he first met you he made the most misogynistic joke ever like he cracked so many jokes without even looking at your death face. you just stared at him while he was calling you the other words for female. he realized it was silent and looked over at kyle stan and kenny who was dead silent and nervously looking at the floor "why aren't you laughing?? you know i make good jokes" and then before he could make another sexist joke you kicked him in his nuts, and punched him "fuck you asshole lets see you try making kids 6 years from now" you walk away and stopped "if anyone even wants you that is" you continued, bro the other three broke out laughing you were foul for that 😭😭. cartman wasn't happy, everytime he saw you at school he'd glare and make sexist jokes that were loud so you can here but everytime you stared back he'd stop. he tried everything to get your attention, even at lunch all he talks about is you "shut the fuck up fatass, at this point you might as well make her your girlfriend" cartman was offended but the more he thought about it the more right kyle was. damn, he is lovestruck, no girl has ever did that to him. so now he tries being closer to you, you were friends and you didnt want to be close friends but cartman was desperate, hmmm you wonder why...?
craig tucker
like always he flips everyone off so it was no different when he first met you, you greeted him so nicely but you just get a middle finger "dude what the hell is wrong with you, fucking jerk go stick your middle finger somewhere else" craig was a little shocked you actually fought back, usually people just get offended and stayed silent. "I'll stick it up your moms ass" he said proudly, he thought he was funny for that but you looked sad and your eyes were glassy you ran away wiping your tears discreetly "dude what the hell her mom died 5 days ago, thats the whole reason she came here" kyle said, everyone knew because they greeted you when you first moved in. craig felt so bad, when he saw you in class he tried talking to you but you flipped him off, he took it as a note you were not in the mood of talking, during lunch he tried talking to you again but you flipped him off again!! now he knew what other people felt fr, its been a week now and you don't know how many times you've flipped Craig off now, people started calling you Craig's long lost twin. craig was going crazy over you, he would look at you during class, find time to talk to you and even planning to go to your house just so he can apologize. "craig, stop staring at y/n, just go confess already" Craig got sent back to reality by cartman, and he was right maybe he should go confess. he knew what he felt for you wasn't just because he wanted to say sorry but because he liked you. this Friday he'll both apologize and confess, bro already bought the flowers and everything , you better be ready to be titled as craigs girlfriend
#kenny mccormick#sp kenny#sp kenny mccormick#kenny mccormick x reader#south park#south park x reader#south park x y/n#south park x you#sp stan#sp stan marsh#south park stan#stan marsh x reader#sp kyle broflovski#sp kyle#kyle broflovski x reader#eric x reader#eric cartman x reader#sp eric cartman#craig tucker#sp craig#south park kenny#kyle broflovski#kyle brovlofski#stan marsh#sp eric#eric cartman#craig tucker x reader
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Biceps? Really?
Fic Descript: Superman finds out Batman has a very odd ticklish spot, and of course has to tease Bruce half to death over it.
~A/N - HELLO ONCE AGAIN
Look at me being somewhat consistent with uploads SDJFHKALSDFJHKH amazing what meds can do
I've had these requests in my inbox for aaaaaages (im so sorry) and I feel like I can finally write something for them.
Prompts were:
Please excuse the typos and the "it's ok that this will be s(H)ort" cause that was back when I was like super burnt out AND unmedicated lmao so I was like OH JUST A LIL FIC YOU CAN DO IT but this will be a proper one lmao
Also lmao forgive me for the super boring title I couldn't think of another one.
EDIT: ALSO AGSKAGSKAGD ILL HAVE IT BE KNOWN I USE DARK MODE ON MOBILE THIS WAS ON MY LAPTOP AND IDK HOW TO GET TUMBLR TO BE DARK MODE ON LAPTOP HENCE THE WHITE SCREENSHOTS THANK YOU THAT IS ALL
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"I still..." Bruce huffed as he lay on the floor, glaring at his partner. "Don't get... why you're still so surprised... every time we do this."
Clark, the absolute puppy dog, was still beaming after launching yet another random tickle attack on Bruce. Since first discovering the Batman's hilarious (and quite frankly adorable) little weakness, it was like crack for Clark. Any time he had the opportunity, he launched himself at Bruce and just started squeezing. And, because Bruce was just that damn ticklish, the poor superhero couldn't last ten seconds before crumbling into a flood of chuckles.
"I don't know." Clark grinned. "You don't seem like the ticklish type, is all. Never have."
Bruce rolled his eyes, before starting to stand up. "I am not the ticklish type."
"Uh, oh yes you are!" Clark laughed, reaching to grab Bruce's arm. "And where do you think you're going?"
Normally, Bruce's response to this would be a swift bat (hehe) at Clark's hand to push it away from him as he stood, and an even swifter escape before Clark decided to go for round 2 (it had happened before, and Bruce swore he would've passed out if Clark hadn't taken pity on him).
But this time, whatever way Clark grabbed Bruce's arm, sent electric shivers coursing down Bruce's side. Bruce let out a yelp, and half-collapsed onto one knee.
Clark gasped, his face like a kid on Christmas morning. "No way."
"Clark." Bruce's eye's widened as he pieced together what had just happened. "That wasn't-"
"Wasn't what?" Clark interjected, pulling Bruce closer to him using the aforementioned grabbed bicep.
The tugging motion pressed Clark's fingers right into Bruce's muscle again, forcing a symphony of strange noises, squeaks, and choked laughs out of the absolutely screwed superhero. As Bruce fell, Clark expertly manoeuvered him onto his back (for the second time that day) so that Clark could kneel on his forearms.
"What the hell Kent?" Bruce grunted, pulling his tough-guy facade over his currently anxious and flustered self. "Let me go."
Clark chuckled. "Oh no, we're investigating this."
Bruce cursed under his breath. He remembered Clark's methodical tickle monster days all too well. When Superman himself had him pinned to the floor with no hope of escape, and took his sweet ass time tracing and prodding with various numbers of fingers on any tickle spot that came to mind.
This time would be no different. Clark began with his thumbs, massaging small circles into the very center of Bruce's muscle.
And holy fuck did it tickle.
Bruce's entire torso tried to lift itself off the floor for a moment, his eyes wide in shock at just how bad it was, before his body slammed back onto the floor and flailed. His legs kicked a ticklish drum beat as the highest pitched giggle either man had ever heard escaped his lips.
"Wow you're ticklish here!" Clark laughed over the noise. "I can't believe this is even possible!"
"SHUTUP!" Bruce shouted between bouts of hysterics, twisting his hips from side to side to alleviate the torturous sensations.
"Seriously though," Clark continued as if nothing was even happening. "Ticklish biceps? You've got to be kidding me."
"CLARK!"
Superman nodded to himself, resting his hands on his thighs. "You're right, you're right, it's time to move on to something else."
Bruce gulped in mouthfuls of air before registering what Clark was implying. "No-... wait-..."
Ten feather-light fingernails touched down right above Bruce's armpit and paused for a moment, soaking in the anticipation. Clark didn't have a chance to start moving before Bruce broke into deep streams of laughter.
"Really, Batman?" Clark taunted. "Breaking that easily?"
"Fuhuhuck ohoff."
Superman rolled his eyes, before trailing down Bruce's biceps from elbow to underarm. That singular smooth movement upped Bruce's laughter by a few pitches, a good sign for what was to come.
Clark lifted his hands and reset them back to their starting position on Bruce's arm, before letting his fingers begin their descent once more.
Except this time, each finger took its turn to softly trace up a few inches before lifting and straightening again while his wrist moved further to Bruce's elbow. Like two gliding spiders, Clark's hands pulled downright squeals from Bruce.
"NOHO!" The Batman pleaded. "I CAHAN'T- CAHAN'T TAKE IHIT!"
Smirking, Clark tutted. "Oh come on, you're usually so tough!"
But, now that he thought about it, Bruce was rather red by this point (and not just from sheer embarrassment). And while it certainly was fun tormenting the usually far too stoic superhero, the fun could wait for another day.
Clark wasn't forgetting about this any time soon.
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Buggy x Mihawk x Crocodile prompt: Mihawk and Crocodile's bullying and beatings start taking a toll on Buggy, especially since he's somehow fallen irrevocably in love with both his "business partners". After a incident where Crocodile goes too far and Mihawk actually intervenes to stop him, Buggy falls fully into despair and decides to fully fall into the ocean to certain death. He waits until late at night and sneaks off to the docks. He falls in and expects the end but just as everything goes dark he sees a pair of golden eyes and hands reaching for him. When Buggy opens his eyes again he's very much alive, with Mihawk and Crocodile keeping vigil over him. Mihawk is mighty pissed and Crocodile is uncomfortable in his guilt. They figure things out eventually, messily and all.
Bestie if you didn't read this post, this is for you (as well as some of my other anons/ ppl who sent in requests ) LOL (it explains my shenanigans.)
ANYWAYS!!! Bby your idea...she's giving slow burn...she's giving...make it hurt...She's giving multi-chapter series realness. She deserves so much more than a one shot. She's a star who deserves to shine brightly...and i'm giving her what she deserves LOL. i don't have a title, so fuck it we ball, but consider this a prologue since it just really goes over Cross Guild's past briefly. So for anyone about to read,i'm not telling you how to live your life, but i'm juuuust saying you might want to have read up to like Ch 1082?
The sounds of canons being fired and screaming can be heard all over the island, and Buggy swears that he’s moments away from having a full blown panic attack. Why now? Why did they suddenly decide to abolish the warlord system? Buggy was just starting to enjoy his newfound power and, more importantly, protection. His men keep screaming at him, begging for him to do something because Buggy’s so strong and powerful, and mighty after all. He sailed the sea with Gol. D Rogers, Dark King Rayleigh, and a young Red Haired Shanks after all. He ‘led’ a prison escape after all. He ‘fought’ in the war after all… He’s the one who’s a former warlord of the sea after all… Buggy must be a formidable foe, right? Buggy must be able to bring him and his men to victory, right? Buggy can take on some marines…right…?
Buggy watches in horror as a fleet of marines attack his battle ships, sinking them, as they gradually begin to encircle the entire island. Oh, they’re doomed. His men are still yelling at him, asking him questions that he can barely process at the moment because he can’t breathe let alone talk.
“Chairman Buggy, what are your orders, sir?!”
”Chairman Buggy, the marines just sank another one of our ships.”
“Captain Buggy, why are you just standing there?!”
“Chairman Buggy, do something!!”
“Captain!!!”
Buggy’s…Buggy’s got to go, like, right now. He can’t handle this. He doesn’t know what to do, this attack happened so fast… He swears the world government abolished the warlord system just this morning, and they already have marines on their ass. He needs off this island before it burns down and he turns to ash with it. He hopes and prays that he still has at least one good ship that he can escape on, and as for his men…
God, Buggy can’t do this. He can’t do this. The amount of men he controls has grown considerably after the war, and he can’t’ confidently say he can evacuate everyone on the island, not that he thinks anyone wants to leave in the first place. His kids are all dedicated and always willing to fight…(Buggy wishes he can say the same.)
Screw it, he’s calling for that evacuation order.
“Chairman Buggy, someone’s attacking the marines!” Someone’s attacking the marines…? Did Buggy have men out at sea that are now returning home and diligently attacking the marines now that they see the island is under attack? Does he have any allies who were conveniently on their way to visit, when they noticed the marines were attacking them? Is this just another group of pirates who noticed the marines and wanted to make a name for themselves, so they decided to attack them while they just so happened to be attacking Emptee Bluffs Island? Who are the heroes saving Buggy and his children?!
“Hey! It’s Crocodile!”
“Chairman Buggy, Crocodile is here to save us!!”
As soon as Buggy hears that name, his stomach drops. No, why? Why now? Why is this all happening to him now? There’s only one reason why Crocodile would be coming to Emptee Bluffs island, and Buggy…Buggy needs to leave. Forget his men, they’ll be fine, Buggy’s the one whose life is in grave danger. In all honesty, he’d rather be facing the Marines than have to deal with Crocodile’s wrath.
Buggy leaves the tent where he makes all his official announcements to his men, and his men watch him, confused, as he tries to make his escape. Some of them even mindlessly try to follow him, and Buggy doesn’t have the heart to tell the men following him to leave him alone because they’ll just bring unneeded attention to Buggy while he tries to flee. He makes it two, no, three steps out of the tent before he sees him, heading his way. “AHHH!” Buggy screams at the top of his lungs, instantly, spinning back around on his heels and trying to push through a crowd of men, “Let me through! Let me through!!!” He orders them, trying to get back inside his tent and hide.
“Chairman…What’s wrong…it’s just Crocodile?”
It is not just Crocodile. Do his men not realize how scary this man is? Do they not realize that their beloved Chairman and Captain is moments away from getting his ass beaten? Buggy forces himself through all the bodies in front of him and rushes back into the tent, but it’s too late.
“Running away, Buggy?” He hears a deep, intimidating voice call out from behind him. Ah, so it looks like this is the end of the road for Buggy, huh…? What does he do now, he doesn’t think he can out run Crocodile…
Beg for mercy?
Buggy slowly turns around, waving nervously at Crocodile, “Uh, hey!” He greets him, voice already shaking as he speaks. He’s going to scream, cry, and vomit, and all in that order. “I wasn’t running away… I was just, uh…” he trails off, unsure of what excuse he could possibly use in this situation because Crocodile saw him make a run for it with his own eyes. He notices belatedly that Crocodile has that other tall, slightly less intimidating but still extremely scary, fellow with him…Daz…? They all escaped prison together, didn’t they? And…There’s also…Mihawk? Why is Mihawk with him?
Crocodile’s cold voice brings Buggy crashing back down to reality, “Whatever. Where’s my money, clown?” Where’s his money…right…Right…the money that Buggy borrowed after the war, and most definitely has right now… That money…
(He’s lucky if he even has money for lunch.)
Buggy forces a bright smile onto his face, “Y-your money?!” he repeats, trying to buy himself some more time while he figures out an excuse that’ll save his ass. “Well.. You see.. about that…” he’s just about to start babbling bullshit when Crocodile narrows his eyes at him, giving him the nastiest look. Oh! Okay! “Crocodile, please.” Buggy whines, “Look around, I have so many kids to feed…and… and It’s not exactly like business has been booming…and, and…I just lost my biggest money makers…and…”
Buggy’s never been one to admit his failures, but this is a matter of life or death, and truth be told, Buggy’s delivery service hasn’t been doing too hot lately, but he just needs a little bit more time! He… He can fix everything, and get Crocodile his money back. “Please, just...Give me a month…” He begs, and Crocodile gives him that look again. Oh, okay! That’s obviously way too much time! “Three weeks, give me three weeks and I’ll have all your money… plus interest…”
Truth be told there’s no way in hell he’d ever be able to repay Crocodile the amount of money he owes him in that amount of time, and he sure wouldn’t be able to pay him interest on top of everything, but he… he just needs an excuse. If Crocodile believes him, then… Then as soon as he gets the chance, he’ll pack up and leave. He’ll dye his hair and change his name, and…
Crocodile scowls at him, “You’re saying you don’t have my money?” Well, no…but, yes… but, no he’s definitely not saying anything like that…what… what he is saying is that he’s broke right now, and just needs a little bit more time… “That’s fine.” Crocodile tells him, despite still having a terrifying look on his face, and there’s a moment where Buggy’s filled with hope. Is...is his life saved? “I can just sell you.” Crocodile says the words, ‘I can just sell you.’ nonchalantly, and like Buggy isn't human, like…like he’s nothing more but an object, and like his life has no meaning to it. God, what did Buggy get himself into?
“Hey…Hey…Croccy, baby…Hey!” Buggy raises his hands up. Is it hot in here? Is Buggy the only one sweating right now? “We’re friends…remember? We escaped Impel down together remember?!” he stammers, trying to remind Crocodile of all the good times they shared together like….when they… well, uh, there was that one time where they… and then there was that other time when they… Oof.
Buggy is the one using his powers to make himself look ten times bigger than he should actually be right now, but for some reason, he still feels so small especially as he picks up the not so subtle shifts in Crocodile’s expression. He goes from slightly irked, to fully annoyed, to looking like he’s moments away from ripping Buggy to shreds. “Oh, I remember, but I need my money now. I’m starting a new company and I need that money, clown.” Crocodile announces, and Buggy’s not sure how much longer he has before Crocodile snaps and beats him within an inch of his life. “If you can’t pay me back now, you need to make up for the money you’ve borrowed in other ways. Understand?”
Buggy swallows hard. God, what now? What does he say now? He considers making a run for it again, when all of a sudden an idea forms in his gigantic brain, “Oh!” He exclaims, “I know! I know! I can be your errand boy, or something,” he suggests, “I can work off my debt to you!” Crocodile’s cold, harden expression remains on his face, until Buggy casually stammers out:
“I…I have men who can give your new company the flashiest debut possible! My men can do it all: printing, design, advertisement, you name it…Just please don’t kill me!”
…
Somehow Buggy survives his encounter with both The Marines and Crocodile…Don’t ask him how, he’s always had the stupidest of luck. It doesn’t matter though, as soon as Buggy gets the okay from Crocodile, he’s looking for the best choice among all his men to design a flyer for their, well, Crocodile and Mihawk’s new company; Cross guild, hm, it’s got sort of a ring to it.
Buggy finds a few of his men and orders them to design and distribute a flyer for Cross Guild, and tells them to make it look flashy…because if it’s not, Buggy can kiss his life and or freedom goodbye.
Okay, that should keep Crocodile off his ass for a couple of days, right…? It’ll take his men a few days to design a breath taking flyer and then distribute it, and then Crocodile will see that Buggy’s actually a really useful guy after all!
That’s how Buggy thought things would go at least.
Buggy’s most devoted followers make a flyer for Cross Guild in a day and a half, taking pride in the fact that they didn’t stop for a break even once during the process, and the results are: Terrifying. As soon as he sees the poster, Buggy knows that he’s doomed and that what little chance he had at surviving and living a somewhat decent life was gone. It’s not like the flyer is poorly designed…it’s just… Buggy’s face is sort of… for lack of better terms... his men made it so that Buggy was in the center of attention while the other two look like an after thought, and that’s…that’s not what he wanted.
Buggy’s just an errand boy!
As soon as he sees Cross Guild’s debut flyer, Buggy feels violently ill again, like he’s going to throw up his breakfast, and he quickly orders his men to redesign the flyer so that Buggy doesn’t get killed, but they...
“Oh, we already distributed it.”
Okay, don’t panic. Don’t panic, maybe there’s time to fix this..or at least run away before Crocodile and Mihawk see the flyer. Buggy exhales a shaky breath, trying to figure out what he’s going to do about this whole flyer situation. Is...is there any way to just…just, make all the flyers go away? No? It doesn’t work like that?
Fuck.
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#one piece#cross guild#asks#my writing#i aint tagging shit#cw: crocodile#LMAO#Also ily pookie this whole series will be on tumblr for you#and if nobody likes it but us at least we have each other#changes
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Not Alone (Joel Miller x Fem!Reader)
joel miller x fem!reader
when you find yourself completely alone, you might just have to look up to realize you aren't.
warnings: mentioned death of family members; injuries
author: sj
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You quite literally stumbled upon Jackson. You had been traveling with your younger brother and when he got bit it got ugly. You shot him but not before he some how broke your arm. You weren't bit but you sure did feel like your arm was falling off.
Even though it had been two days of travel since, you still hadn't quite processed the trauma. All you could focus on was that you now were unarmed (almost literally) without your gun that ran out of bullets, hadn't eaten since, and were in an extreme amount of pain.
You had just taken a stumble, head becoming dizzy from the lack of food that you had consumed when the Jackson patrol found you. You sobbed uncontrollably when you heard the horse hooves beating on the ground getting louder. You heard gun clicks.
"PLEASE!!!! I'm not infected!! I'm hurt!!" You looked up holding one arm up in the air. Your upper left arm felt like it was falling off and couldn't raise it.
"BOTH HANDS IN THE AIR!" A deep voice yelled.
"I can't. I think my arm is broken. I'm unarmed!! I have a gun but there's no bullets. You can take it if you don't believe me. I promise. I just need help." You pleaded. God you hoped these people were sane and didn't eat each other.
The next thing you knew, you were being helped onto a horse after being sniffed by a dog and led into town. You were instantly taken into a building and were seen by a doctor.
"Looks pretty broken to me. The lower part towards your wrist is definitely broken, but it looks like you muscles have been compensating for your wrist too much and thats why the pain is all the way up to your shoulder." You thanked the doctor and they wrapped your wrist and got you a make shift sling to rest your arm in.
The lady that escorted you to the doctor, Maria, led you out.
"We have a small house that is across the street from ours that isn't occupied yet. Dusty and untouched, but empty. I can bring over some clothes and lunch for you. I'll give you a small tour and then show you to your house.
And show you she did. This was amazing. You never realized how much you missed order until you were in it. And the stables and animals were amazing. The tour ended by knocking on a large house that was quite truthfully, gorgeous. She pointed across the street, "That's Tommy and I's house. Yours is next door to this one. I just want to introduce you to your neighbors real quick. This is Tommy's brother."
The door finally opened to reveal a young girl, probably an early teenager standing before you with a pony tail.
"Ellie. This is Y/n, your new neighbor. She just arrived today. I want to make sure she is well taken care of. Can you do that?" Maria asked, Ellie glancing to you. You smiled at her obvious trust of Maria. She then nodded.
"Yeah. Of course I fucking can. Whats with the sling?" She asked.
"I broke it." You replied with smile at the course language that casually slipped out of her mouth. You would've gotten reamed by your parents if you were her age.
"Where's Joel?" Maria asked Ellie. Instead of replying, Ellie instead screamed his name.
"What the fuck Ellie? I told you not to answer the door to strangers." A tall man with salt and pepper curls stomped down the stairs and came up behind Ellie. Ahh thats where the language came from.
"Maria isn't a stranger. And if I didn't answer the door, you'd never fucking hear any one knocking." Joel rolled his eyes, a quiet curse slipping from his lips under his breath. Unbeknownst to you, his eyes landed on you. You crinkled your eyes at Ellie, enjoying watching their interaction and how comfortable they seemed together. The bickering well coated in love and playfulness. You heart gave a little ache.
"Joel. This is Y/n."
"You just came in today didn't you?" He asked, remembering how you pleaded for help with tears streaming down your face. He swear he felt his heart crack a little with how much pain you seemed to be in and here you were smiling in front of him like you just won the lottery.
"Yeah. Nice to officially meet you. Both of you." You smiled, nodding at him and then nodding at Ellie. He watched your bright, but tired eyes glance between him and Ellie in front of you.
"I just wanted you to know, she'll be living next to you and wanted to make sure you'll keep an eye out for her." Maria looked at Joel with an extra piercing stare and he nodded. She cocked an eyebrow and he nodded in agreement.
"Yeah. We'll keep an eye out." He agreed.
"Good. Let's go and get you settled. I'll grab you some food that should last you the day too." Maria walked you down the steps and he noticed the shaky way you grabbed for the railing and you gently went down the steps.
He knew you came in alone, but wondered if you were completely alone. He knew the feeling and didn't like that you probably did too.
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Out of context quotes
(qsmp red team)
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Foolish: 'seems killable'
Cellbit: 'fucker shit cum balls, cum balls'
Jaiden: "we just need to camp them out for 1 hour and 20 minutes'
Slimecicle: 'I'm like a little rat'
Slimecicle: 'I'm just kneading dough in the backyard, I'm malewife-ing'
Foolish: 'let's kill him :D'
Slimecicle: 'I'm going to come drop you kids off your lunch'
Jaiden: 'they're calling you momcicle'
Slimecicle: 'sorry to make you wait, kids, moms gotta eat too'
Carre: 'very loud high pitched screaming'
Cellbit 'were fucked, it's joever'
Jaiden 'AAAA Etoiles is after me, I'm dead'
Slimecicle: 'Tubbo! How are you so fucking fast?!'
Foolish 'so what's the game plan? Run and hide or?'
Jaiden: 'I HOPE THEY BURNN'
Philza: 'I got everyone hats'
Jaiden: 'I want to be the king of pirates!'
Philza: 'should I just fuckin run for the thing?'
Slimecicle: 'we made a pool'
Slimecicle: 'I hope I melt'
Slimecicle: 'I'm going to verbally assault them'
Philza: 'they started it!'
Slimecicle: 'The bread for my beautiful children is here!'
Slimecicle: 'Hey Phil, my beautiful boy, I have something for you'
Slimecicle: 'phil this is fucked up, you don't do this to a roleplayer'
Slimecicle: 'they didn't even 'yes and' they 'no sworded'
Slimecicle: 'Phil, I just want to be a desirable male wife'
Slimecicle: 'Guys, let's remember to have fun'
Philza: 'I like how no one hesitated to turn on others'
Jaiden: 'BAD YOUR SUCH A HATER'
Jaiden: 'he took my God damn straw hat'
Philza: 'were getting spawn camped by badboyhalo and tubbo'
Slimecicle: 'what to the right'
Philza: 'she's gonna kill you man'
Slimecicle: 'i hate everyone who isn't you guys'
Slimecicle: 'I don't think I can look fitmc in the eyes'
Slimecicle: 'We can't even place blocks on half of our land BECAUSE MY BODYS ARE ALL OVER'
Philza: 'the teams are so balanced'
Slimecicle: 'I don't know how to make a backpack'
Philza: 'Can we go back to adventure mode and roleplay'
Slimecicle: 'Please, I'll do anything, just get me off this island'
(Ngl at this point they all go crazy)
(Also charlie loses his fucking voice)
Slimecicle: 'hey cellbit want to beat the shit out of each other?'
Everyone: 'screaming'
Slimecicle: 'ADMINS CAN YOU DO /SLIMECICLE HAPPY??!?!'
Philza: 'Guys, I think we are the cursed team'
Jaiden: 'Do you think the admins are watching us and seeing what to change'
Slimecicle: 'This isn't purgatory, this is hell'
Jaiden: 'take the children!'
Philza: 'This is too much I'm dying'
Jaiden: 'Hey guys, want to huddle together for the last 30minutes?'
Philza: 'I'm light headed'
Slimecicle: 'i feel the right side of my brain hurting'
Jaiden: 'Philza, kill yourself'
Slimecicle: 'The most fun I've had is burning myself to death'
Jaiden: 'Look at the piles of bodies'
Jaiden: 'Untangle it like a spaghetti'
Slimecicle: 'Admins spawn herobrine'
Baghera: 'Can't wait for wilbur to join'
Slimecicle: 'Guys, let's all meet up and go to Disney land and send the pictures to badboyhalo'
Slimecicle: 'your happy? I'm thrilled baghera'
Philza: 'We become npc's'
Slimecicle: 'I can't tell if I'm having a great time or a panic attack'
Foolish: 'I'm tingly everywhere'
Everyone: 'weird ass singing'
Jaiden: 'singing gangnem style'
(Fucking kill me omfg I'm watching the stream and my ears are dying)
Cellbit: 'I want to go to purgatory in real life'
Jaiden: 'HOW IS THERE STILL 15 MINUTES LEFT'
Philza: 'Guys i brought us a fidget toy'
Cellbit: 'This is a pretty fucking balanced team yeah'
(Continuous killing of eachother)
Slimecicle: 'let's hop in the other chats and see how they are doing'
foolish: 'WHY ARE MY ARMS STILL TINGLY??'
Philza: 'HOW ARE WE STILL SECOND????'
Philza: 'Were going to roleplay a village, im going to make a school'
Foolish: 'I want to get burned by the sun, just to feel something'
Cellbit: 'What if we make a team to fight against the people who put us here and call it oder theorists'
Baghera: 'Philza, where are you? I'm going to kill you'
Philza: 'baghera come kill me'
Jaiden: 'IM BACK BITCH!'
(THEYRE JUST KILLING EACHOTHER)
cellbit: 'We ended up on second, green will never live this down'
Slimecicle: 'What do you want from us...'
Cellbit: 'maybe I shouldn't have killed all of those fed workers'
Slimecicles: 'Guys, I'm like clearly turning into a code'
Slimecicle: '3 months ago, I dumped 3 pounds of sand down philzas toilet, so foolish would think he clogged it'
(Cellbit and slime have lost their voices 0_0)
Slimecicle: 'I fucking sound like a dying goose'
Philza: 'dantdm is canonically dead'
(They all agreed to become more decrepit bro)
(They are going to have fucked up skins too bro)
(They are going crazy)
(God this is killing me, why am I doing this)
Slimecicle: 'fuck my arc I'm going on a cannibal arc'
(God dammit this has been the most fucked up stream I've ever watched)
(They are going to rebalance it thank fuck)
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Percussions | MYG
Pairing: MYG x Fem!Reader
Rating: Rated-R; 🔞 NSFW
Genre: Mafia!AU; Assassin!AU; angst
Summary: Min Yoongi, a former CIA explosives expert, now works as a hired hitman. You contact him to enlist his help in exacting revenge on a family of mobsters who murdered your family years ago. Complications arise when Yoongi finds a personal connection to your case.
Warnings: depictions of violence, namely: a bomb explosion, fist fight, mentions of blood, a gun aimed at close-range; cussing; thoughts of revenge
Word count: 2.1K+
⚠️ Please bear in mind that this is a work of fiction. Still, I'm trying my best to avoid being too explicit about the crime and violence included here. Please proceed with caution! If there is any warning that I've failed to list, please tell me so and I will correct it right away. Thank you!
A/N: This was initially something I had in mind based on this Anon ask but I don't know if it really fulfills it. It sort of turned into something else.
Anyway, I don't know what I want this to be yet. I guess I'm testing the waters as this is the first time I'm trying to write in this type of genre/au. Thanks to @internetjunkdrawer and @itdoesntmatterwhy for looking this over and for pushing me to add nuance to this story. I’m including you in here, too @yoongukie-ff for the overall encouragement 🥹
I hope it's good enough!
Ten years ago, Captain Min Yoongi and Colonel Kwang Chunghee were explosives specialists working for the CIA. After months of planning, they were finally ready to carry out their mission to take down a notorious drug kingpin.
However, while waiting for the car transporting their target, they were surprised to see a young girl in the backseat with him – his daughter. Yoongi instantly knew that this would complicate things and expressed his frustration with the recon team for overlooking this crucial detail.
Yoongi suggests to Kwang that they abort the mission to spare the innocent child. He points out that they have another window of opportunity tomorrow since they have the target's daily routine memorized. Kwang insists that they see it through. "We've watched this guy for months. It's now or never, Min! We need this guy dead, or it's our asses on the line.”
Yoongi hesitates, standing his ground and refusing to harm any innocents.
"As your superior, you need to proceed with the mission, Captain!" Kwang barks at him.
"But what about the girl?" Yoongi argues.
"Fuck the girl!" Kwang yells, ignoring Yoongi's pleas. "She is collateral damage. Now, I repeat, you will proceed with the mission. That's a fucking order!"
Reluctantly, Yoongi obeys. The explosion itself goes without a hitch, but it kills the child in the process.
Yoongi is devastated by the child's wrongful death but brushes it aside. It's all part of the job.
As he walks back toward their vehicle, Kwang ambushes Yoongi by slamming him against a sharp corner of the truck, where he sustains injuries to his face.
“Don’t you dare fucking go against my orders again, Min! I taught you everything I know–and you dare question my authority?” He shouts.
Yoongi, angered by the unprovoked attack, tries to fight back but Kwang pulls his gun on him. He instinctively puts his hands up, his right eye blinded by the blood dripping into it. Must be an orbital fracture.
“Are you going to kill me too, Colonel?”
Kwang smirks. “You’re a specialist, captain. You deserve worse.” He kicks Yoongi in the stomach, making him lose his balance. He points his gun at him again. “I’ll tell the Major General that you tried your best but made a tactical mistake so I had to finish the job for you.”
In his anger, Yoongi makes a grab for the gun. Kwang is caught off-guard, lost in his ego trip, and is outmaneuvered easily.
Yoongi attacks Kwang savagely. “You like watching them die, don’t you? You sick fuck!” He continues to beat him to a pulp. “That’s not what we stand for!”
“Admit it,” Kwang laughs, “You like it, too.”
“My job is not who I am, Colonel. I just happen to be good at it. But you?” He shook his head. “You need to be stopped!”
Yoongi finally backs off and leaves Kwang bloodied and bruised. He takes the first flight out to return home. Upon his arrival, he resigned and reported Kwang's actions to their superiors and the ethics committee. Kwang was subsequently discharged from service.
Yoongi is still troubled by memories of his last mission, despite his efforts to move on. The thought of the child's death continues to haunt him and he feels guilty for what happened. Kwang's words have also left a deep impact on him and he struggles to forget them. He knows he did the right thing by reporting Kwang's actions, but sometimes wonders if he could have done something differently during the mission.
Going into his assignment, he knew difficult decisions would have to be made. All he wanted was to serve his country and protect innocent lives, even if that meant sacrificing a few bad ones.
Perhaps the end did justify the means.
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Years later, Yoongi lives a solitary life.
He works as a freelance hitman. Some days, he is still haunted by the ghosts of his past. He doesn’t enjoy what he does for a living but the fact was, he was very good at it. Even with an honorable discharge, the pension was shit.
He found an untapped market for his skills and it’s proved to be very lucrative.
Desperate people contact him through an encrypted, closed-circuit online system that caters to assassins and mafia lords. Yoongi specializes in “tailoring” his explosions; building and planting bombs that blow up only the intended target while leaving innocent bystanders unharmed.
But he only takes the cases that interest him.
He fires up his laptop and logs into his personal server, entering a code to access it. It had been months since he last checked his messages. He was losing interest in the business and slowly starting to back away from it.
There were a handful of notes waiting for him, including a few from the same person. The latest one had just come through minutes ago, reading: "Please. Free me from this."
He practically knows your screen name by heart based on your previous online exchanges. He was intrigued by your initial posting and responded to gain some basic information. During his independent investigation, he discovered that not only was there an emotional connection between you and the targets, but their known associates made him mark the job as a red flag. He decided to skip your next few messages and instead moved on to another job that seemed simpler.
Now that he's back, he could clearly see how persistent you still were.
While pondering what to do next, he switches to another open tab on his screen, which shows the current funds he has amassed.
Nine figures. That is above and beyond any amount he has ever had in his possession. He should be content with it. He could cash out and disappear. All he has to do is shut his laptop down and run the self-destruct 'eraser' installed in it to wipe it clean but that was too easy.
The messages you sent to him were desperate and frantic…because you were.
They say you’re the best. Name your price.
I want them dead.
I’m ready to give you all of my money, just help me.
One thing about Yoongi is that, although he is practical and realistic, he’s unafraid to push the envelope. Part of that is due to his ego, and the fact that he is good at what he does. His colleagues in the military said so, and all of his clients in the criminal underworld say the same.
His eyes fixate on the "call" icon on the screen. His cursor hovers over it, hesitating. He never calls any of his clients unless there is a problem with the job or payment, both of which are rare occurrences. He prides himself on always getting the job done and receiving prompt payments.
"What the heck," he says to himself. He’s bored, and he could do the job with one hand tied behind his back. Besides, the money could pad his wallet a bit more.
Finally, he clicks on the call icon. He waits as the line trills on the other end.
After two rings, you answer. “Hello?”
Surprised by the sound of your voice, which is soft and calm, he takes a moment to respond. It’s the opposite of the agitated tone in your most recent message.
“Are you there?” You ask softly, increasing the volume in your encrypted app.
“I’m here,” he finally says. “I just saw your messages.” He lied. He had seen your messages before. He just chose to ignore them in hopes that you’d move on but you just wouldn’t let up.
“I apologize for calling you late at night.”
“No problem at all. It’s not like I sleep these days anyway,” you reply. “Does this mean that you’re picking up my contract?”
He pauses again before answering as if considering his words. Perhaps he thinks you'll take the hint if he's more straightforward. "I don't think I'm the right person to do this for you," he finally says.
You almost whine, "Why not? I think you're exactly the person who can get the job done for me."
He smirks. "And you believe that blowing these people up is the key to your revenge? Why not go to court?"
"The courts are on their payroll," you deadpan.
He pokes his tongue against his cheek and tries to offer an alternative. “I know some other guys. Trained snipers—“
“No,” you say curtly. “Bullets,” you sigh, “...can be imprecise. I’ve waited too long and put up too much money just to miss. I want insurance. I want them to suffer as I suffered.”
This wasn’t a new sentiment for Yoongi. He’s picked up contracts ranging from business squabbles to someone who just wanted to intimidate a rival. It was all very cut and dry.
He wasn’t much for personal vendettas. Too messy.
“I hear you can control your explosions.” You say. “They say that you can shape your charges, create shells to restrict the range—“
“That’s an oversimplification of a very complex and intricate process.” He interjects.
You smile into the phone. It seems you struck a nerve. “Explain it to me then,” you coax him.
“People don’t usually want to hear all that. They don’t care for the details.” Nobody wanted to listen to him wax poetic about different types of detonation cords.
“But I want to hear it. Plus…I like the sound of your voice,” you say smoothly.
“Hm,” he chuckles. “Flattery won’t make me reveal my trade secrets to clients.”
Confidence growing, you say, “Oh, I’m your client now?”
His screen quietly pings with your exact coordinates. He could very well hang up at this moment to let you know that he wasn’t interested in the job. And yet, there was something about you that made him want to stay on the line.
Yoongi leans his head back. He has amassed more than enough money from previous contracts to buy a generous plot of land in the middle of nowhere and retire there. Completely disappear. The urge to quit has been coming up more often.
But today, he would resist that urge again. Deciding to play coy, he says, “Give me some more time to think about it. I’ll call you back.”
“When?” You ask eagerly.
"I'll send you a message on the server an hour in advance so you can expect it," he says.
As he prepares to hang up, in an act of desperation, you blurt out, "That's not good enough! I need something more reassuring. Is it the money? Do you want more money? I have it!"
"It's not the money—"
"I can help you!"
"And how do you propose to do that?"
"We can work together."
He scoffs. You really are desperate. "I don't need a partner." He always works his contacts solo. He doesn't want to babysit anyone, much less split the paycheck.
"I have an 'in'."
"What do you mean, you have an 'in'?"
Now he's interested. You smile to yourself.
Your target is the most powerful family in the city. Breaking into their inner circle won't be easy, as they have deep, intricate connections. Even the most calculated assassins wouldn't dare cross that line.
But you've spent more than half of your life preparing for this, investing countless hours in planning and scheming. All you need now is a triggerman, and not just any triggerman—you want somebody who can annihilate your enemies.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," you tease him, holding back your pocket aces until he calls your wager.
"Listen," he says impatiently, "I don't have time for games."
"You think I'm playing a game?" you laugh humorlessly. "This is so much bigger than that. These people made the mistake of letting me live. I'll make them regret it."
Your agitation continues to build up. You've been in contact with him for nearly a month now, not counting the time he was offline. He was the only one who responded to messages after revealing your intended target. You don't want him to ghost you again - you're so close! You need him. You soften your tone and push your luck again. "Please. Is there anything I can do to seal this deal? Maybe we can meet?"
"I don't meet," he cuts you off, his finger absently grazing the scar over his eye. He glances at the timer on his screen and sees that he's been on the phone with you for nearly two minutes. He makes a mental note to reconfigure his network scrambler once he ends this call. "And I'm already breaking my rules by calling you," he says wryly, but you're still not about to let him off the hook.
"So why then? Why even call me? Why string me along?"
After a few beats, he says, “I was curious to find out what you sounded like.”
“And?”
Yoongi was never one to back down from a challenge. One last job, he thought. And maybe, once he’s eliminated these targets, he could have some of that peace and freedom that you yearned for.
“Turns out, I like your voice, too.”
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We return to this movie that’s trapped me in a five minute scene for three whole days, Prometheus.
Content warning for death of a man who didn’t look convincingly alive in the first place, death of some extras.
So, David has just followed his orders from Weyland, and hit a hungover Engineer with a demand for eternal life.
Naturally, this doesn’t go well! Particularly as, stated previously, Shaw is also concurrently screaming at the Engineer in a language they don’t understand, and Weyland ordered a security NPC to hit her.
Frankly, this is one of the most relatable facial expressions the movie’s shown me thus far. This big bastard expected to be waking up two thousand years ago, on a mission to kill humans for their moral failings. And then they wake up and the little suckers are everywhere.
As said before the PIE ate me, the original intent was for Weyland to declare himself a god for creating David, a perfected version of humanity. And there is a very brief moment here between the Engineer and David.
A tiny little glimmer of hope for this weird, fucked-up little android, that he might be accepted for what he is. Saved from the Last Judgment for being a good little guy who only killed someone the Engineers wouldn't have liked anyway. The chance to start anew.
Nope!
The Engineer’s expression may indicate they're slightly sorry for what they do to David, but that doesn't stop them. He’s the robot Son of Man, because the movie’s religious themes have been so over the place, and being fully human and fully divine is not a selling point to his current audience. The “human” part seems to be the sticking point. In fact, this may be part of why the Engineers decided to destroy humanity in the first place–if they didn't get ahead of their wayward children, then humans might attempt to imitate their creators, imparting their bad ideas on to whole new forms of life in the process.
Of course, we don't know what the Engineers planned in the first place. We don’t actually know if humans were the intentional result of what the Engineers were doing. Anything Homo sapiens-y could have potentially been a mistake. Maybe they were trying to recreate themselves! Maybe they really liked Australopithecus!
Regardless, their behavior has not convinced the Engineer to change course. In fact, the Engineer seems to be noping out extremely hard, starting by ripping David’s head off and beating Weyland to death with it.
David wanted to see Weyland die, but seeing it so up-close was probably not as planned. I was struggling not to laugh in the theater, because. Really, how are you supposed to take this?
The last security guy also dies after trying to shoot the Engineer, so they sure added to the movie. Doctor Frankenstein also dies due to aggressive yeeting, which I will admit is a little harsh, state and local law in the US tend to list desecration of human remains as a relatively low-level felony. See, this is why you should’ve had the Prometheus classed as a diplomatic mission, then she could’ve gotten immunity.
In amongst the chaos, there is one little quiet-ish moment of the dying Weyland, muttering to David’s severed head:
“There’s nothing.”
“I know. Have a good journey, Mr. Weyland.”
You know, marketing and discussion around this movie said that it touched on big themes, like “where do we come from” and “what happens when we die”. This, as far as I can tell, is the only thing the movie has to say on the latter. Well done, we’ve got that one sorted. Or rather, the movie did, I distinctly remember having not a single clue what Weyland was saying. When David said “I know”, I didn’t.
Totally unrelated, here’s a quote from Damon Lindelof, who took over writing on the movie:
Blade Runner might not have done well [financially] when it first came out, but people are still talking about it because it was infused with all these big ideas. [Scott] was also talking about very big themes in Prometheus. It was being driven by people who wanted the answers to huge questions. But I thought that we could do that without ever getting too pretentious. Nobody wants to see a movie where people are floating in space talking about the meaning of life [...]
Yes. Truly, nobody wants to see that. Wise words from one of the writers of Star Trek: Into Darkness (2013). Truly, there has never been a science fiction fan who’s wanted that.
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[Video description: A clip from Star Trek: The Next Generation s02e09, The Measure of a Man (1989). Picard is defending Data’s right against an order to submit to disassembly so that more Soong-model androids can be mass-produced. The scientist wishing to do so asserts that Data is not sentient, and Picard challenges the scientist to prove that Picard is sentient, and asks the court to carefully consider the precedent they might set if they determine Data has no rights, and then thousands of him are created.]
This is what could be. Right here. Four and a half minutes of courtroom drama in a dull room, debating the definition of sentience and the meaning of creating new forms of life, earnestly defending the rights of a man in body paint and funny-colored contacts. It brought a tear to my eye.
I don’t feel like saying anything more about Prometheus right now, but we’re almost done with the thing.
Shaw books it, and the Engineer, apparently, does not care to follow her. There’s more important things to be doing, like getting the terracide back underway, and making another Alien reference.
I don’t hate this. It’s a little Iron Man in how the exoskeleton folds around them, but it’s still nice to see this used as an actual, weird-ass flight suit and restraints. And it was something neat to keep my attention. At this point I was just shrugging about the looming threat to humanity, thinking “y’know what, this has been a pretty reasonable response, all things considered.”
So, with that level of investment in the safety of the characters, obviously I was on the edge of my seat waiting to find out how they’d stop the ship.
I wasn’t, actually, I was wondering how the fuck Shaw, a few hours post-caesarian, managed to run so goddamn fast. She ends up on top of the ship’s hangar as it’s opening. This mostly affords us set-up for a moment that did make me wince:
I’m pretty sure surgical staples aren’t built with dramatic leaps across crevasses in mind.
Anyway, Janek decides to sacrifice himself and the Prometheus, which Vickers is not a fan of, given that she’s standing right there. She’s given forty seconds to get suited up so she can eject and survive with her Chekhov’s gu–I mean, her life boat quarters.
The other two crew members decide to sacrifice themselves too, because power of friendship or something, I dunno. Their only character traits were “call out stuff on monitors” and “occasionally make bets with each other”.
Is it bad that I felt a bit sad that they manage to stop the ship? That’s probably bad.
I’m saving the dumb thing that comes after. That's for next time.
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Citations for alt-text rambles:
https://www.deviantart.com/pretty--kittie/art/Prometheus-Engineer-407337525
https://www.imdb.com/name/nm1613839/
https://flickr.com/photos/jbassett9/6567513029
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smile#Other_animals
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australopithecus_africanus
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gender_in_Bugis_society
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J3FsASNavdU&list=PL100AFFA291934352 be aware Gandahar is 80s French SF, and therefore you will definitely see female-presenting nipples. Also, Penn and Teller have voice roles in the dub for some reason.
https://youtu.be/muXiufO9dXg
https://youtu.be/c_iK61aROWw
https://youtu.be/dVnrWFbaFck
https://youtu.be/snTaSJk0n_Y
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dr._Strangelove#Sets_and_filming
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/War_Thunder#Document_leaks
#Prometheus 2012#Prometheus (2012)#I have so many other things I want to watch right now thanks to this movie
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i’ll let you know tomorrow.
pete ‘maverick’ mitchell x f!reader
summary: maverick is enamored with a new lady at the bar. turns out rooster talked mav up earlier.
t/w: brief mention of an age gap, alcohol, cursing maybe?
“Hey Mav, you got a little drool,” Hangman tells him, gesturing to his mouth with his beer bottle.
Maverick knew he was staring. He just didn’t realize how obvious he was being about it. The moment you stepped into the bar, Maverick was gone. He hasn’t been able to take his eyes off you.
Rooster follows his godfather’s gaze, smiling upon seeing you. He’d met you earlier, a new computer engineer on base. Rooster knew Maverick would insta-fall in love with you.
You were absolutely Maverick’s type. So much so that Rooster didn’t think he’d be able to utter a word to you. He’d never seen his godfather so speechless. The man was practically undressing you with his eyes.
“Are you going to go talk to her? or just stare like a creep?” rooster asks.
maverick runs a hand over his face, about to accept defeat. “I don't even know what I'd say to her.”
Hangman rolls his eyes. “Grow a pair, Pops. I just might beat you to her.” Mischief dances in Hangman’s eyes, like he knew all Mav needed was a little competition.
Maverick meets Rooster’s eyes. “Maybe she’s lost that lovin’ feelin’?”
“Oh no, she hasn’t.” Rooster vehemently shakes his head, backing up from his godfather. Roos heard the story time and again from his mom. Ice shared it with her shortly after Goose’s death, hoping it would bring a smile to her face.
It did.
“Come on, your old man used to back me up. Now it’s your turn.”
Maverick hadn’t used this tactic on a lady since Charlie. It felt pretty sacred to her, and Nick. He wasn’t sure if he kept it filed away for so long for her sake, or Nick’s. With Rooster standing here, and Charlie happily married in D.C. he thought, what the fuck?
“We gotta help her find it,” Maverick pleads, praying Rooster caves before someone like Hangman steals her away.
Maverick gives Rooster his best pleading eyes. He has no idea who that girl is, but he can’t let her get away. He can’t bear to see Hangman with her.
Rooster throws back the remainder of his beer, silently conceding. Maverick jumps into the plan, effortlessly explaining everything as if he does this all the time.
As Maverick and Rooster perform for you, Mav immediately takes note of the pretty flush that dusts your cheeks. He wonders how many other ways he could make you blush. Catching Rooster’s eyes, Mav sees a ghost. For a brief moment, Maverick isn’t performing this schtick with Rooster, but rather his father. Bradley looked a lot like Carole when he was younger, but as he’s grown up, he’s Nick Bradshaw made over.
After the last note, Maverick holds your eyes, raising a brow. The smirk you grant him makes him weak in the knees as you pat the empty barstool to your left. Maverick smiles thanks to Rooster and Rooster retreats to the pool tables.
Up close, Maverick sees you’re much younger than he thought. Maybe even younger than Rooster. You don’t seem to mind though, Maverick taking note of how your body angles more toward him. He also notices the cocktail in front of you.
At least 21.
“You must do that all the time to have it so perfected,” you tease. Mav takes a swig of his beer, quickly glancing at the dagger squad. Rooster shoots him a thumbs up, while Coyote and Hangman make obscene gestures. He’ll have the two of them pay for that, of course.
“Ah, nah. This is only the third time. First two weren’t very successful,” Maverick tells you, following your lead by leaning a little closer to you. He figures he can blame the loud music for needing to invade your bubble.
“How’s this one going?” you ask.
“I’ll let you know tomorrow morning, but it’s looking pretty good so far.” He fixes you with the cocky smile of the 24 year old who last uttered the line.
“Is that right, Captain?” you quip. Mav’s eyebrow quirks in surprise that you know his rank.
“Your son told me all about you this afternoon during our meeting,” you gesture toward the squad.
Son.
Bradley referred to himself as Pete’s son. The feeling in his stomach almost rivaled the one you cause, your eyes silently begging for Maverick to get you out of this bar.
a/n: i recently watched the first top gun and melt every time mav tells charlie he will let her know in the morning. ugh. obsessed. had to write this.
#top gun maverick#top gun#top gun maverick fic#pete mitchell x y/n#pete mitchell x you#pete mitchell#pete mitchell imagine#pete maverick mitchell#maverick imagine#topgun imagine#topgun fic#maverick x you#maverick fanfic#maverick fluff#maverick x reader
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I hope you are taking care good care of yourself! I was just thinking about taking care of a sick Homelander, maybe another supe that can make other supers fall ill accidentally used their powers on Homelander, the supe gave him the equivalent of the flu, but Homelander being Homelander is needy and dramatic as fuck, forcing you to take care of him.
It's been two days since Homelander had a nasty run-in with a supe terrorist—sorry, super villain—who calls themselves Contagion. As the name implies, their power is the spread of disease through contact. At the time, Homelander had been dismissive of it, certain he would be immune.
As it turns out, he absolutely is not. Luckily, it isn't lethal for him in the way it would be for just about anyone else. However, it has left him suffering side-effects the likes of which he has never experienced.
On the bright side, it isn't contagious beyond initial infection, and you've been allowed to care for him while the malady wears off. In fact, he insisted upon it. He thoroughly refused to stay in Vought's medical ward.
"Babe," Homelander groans weakly. He's sprawled out on the couch, too stubborn to be resting by himself in the bedroom while you cook dinner, but too sick to be self-sufficient. You know it's serious because he's wearing pajamas. "My ice pack melted."
Never have you heard him sound so full of self-pity. He's been relentlessly mopey through this experience. While you can't blame him, the flu is wretched, the theatrics are a little funny. You give a quiet laugh under your breath.
Not quiet enough.
"You're laughing," Homelander says flatly, still holding up that melted little ice pack. "I'm dying a slow, miserable death, and you're laughing."
"You're not dying," you assure him, biting back a smile. You turn off the heat, cover the pot of soup, and retrieve a new ice pack from the freezer. You walk it to him, taking the lukewarm one from his extended hand. "The doctor said your system is fighting it exceptionally well. You're going to be alright."
Homelander is quiet. He's pouting at you, you realize. His lips are pursed, brows deeply furrowed. His fever has improved, but his cheeks still have a pronounced flush to them.
He doesn't want facts. He wants comfort.
"...But I know that it feels like you're dying," you continue, softening your tone. "Here, up," you say, gesturing for him to lift his head. He does so without hesitation, giving you just enough space to sit before he's crowding back down against you, nuzzling grumpily into your stomach. He slips his arm under your legs, wrapping it around to grip your thighs like a pillow.
You press the cold gel pack to his forehead with one hand, and stroke through his hair with the other. He makes a soft, sad little noise, but it fades off into a sigh of relief.
"There we go. I've got you, darling," you coo, brushing your thumb over his temple in soothing circles. He glances up sidelong at you, ill and with a deeply wounded ego. You smile sympathetically. "This will pass. I promise."
"Don't laugh at me," he says, quiet and morose.
"Okay," you relent, sincere. "I didn't mean it. Honest."
Satisfied, he closes his eyes, turning his head into your touch. After a few moments, he opens his eyes, staring up at you, though his gaze seems distant. "I used to have dreams like this. Of being sick. Being taken care of. Eating chicken noodle soup. Just like in the movies."
You hum, caressing his cheek with your knuckles. It makes your heart ache to think of him yearning for something like this. Dreaming of a taste of the normalcy he saw in fiction. "How does the reality compare?"
"Awful," he says, pitch dropping. "But there's one part of it that's better."
"Oh?" You prompt, intrigued. "What's that?"
"You."
It makes your heart skip a beat. Warmly, you smile down at him. "I love you."
He smiles back weakly, but earnest nonetheless. "Love you, too."
It makes all the more sense now why he was so adamant about being home with you, and not tended to by a dozen faceless professionals in a sterile hospital.
For as miserable as this is, a small part of you is glad that he's been allowed this one deeply human experience, and that you have been the one to see him through it.
#this is soooo relevant to my life rn hahah#he's a BABY your honor he's SENSITIVE#homelander x reader#homelander x you#my writing#thanks for the prompt and the warm wishes!!!#fluff#in sickness and in health#that's my sickfic tag now#ask and you shall receive
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The Wolf in My Head -Klaus M.
(Harry Potter Cross-Over)
Warning: Smut and Primal Play (Chasing)
Word Count: 6.8k
Summary: After the war, the battle at Hogwarts, the hunting Horcrux's and watching people she considered friends die, Y/n was ready to find a little peace in her life. She moves to America after some...advice...from a Professor, where she meets her mate, after a little bump in the road known as Damon Salvatore. What happens when Y/n gets a visit from someone she never thought would get out of Azkaban? Can her mate save her?
"This is getting ridiculous Damon, I'm your girlfriend! The least you can do is talk to me!" I shouted at him in the middle of his living room.
"I've been trying to save Elena, like I have to go do right now, Klaus has her and is using her in his ritual!"
"Then tell me that, talk to me, don't ignore my calls for a week and pretend I don't exist! You think I would have a problem with you helping Elena?"
"Yes!" I could see him getting more and more angry but it was like I couldn't stop yelling at him, he's been ignoring me for a week, and now it's as if we're not even together anymore. We were closer than anything since he first moved to town and now it's like it's all over. I had half a mind to hex him into next week. I was a witch, though he wouldn't know that, I never trusted him enough to tell him, thank god I didn't, and even though around here being a witch is common, not a wand wielding one who attended Hogwarts for 7 years. I had just come back from my last year and the war when I met Damon, and fell in love with him, or at least, I thought I did.
"Why? Why would that bother me? She's my friend!"
"Because I'm In Love With Her!" He yelled and we both froze.
"You...You love her?"
"Y/n, wait-"
"Elena? Your brothers girlfriend? So what? You used me? I was just some fuck until you could be with her?" He didn't say anything, but he didn't have to, I knew the answer when I looked into his eyes. I turned away from him before taking off out the door into the woods. I was going to run back home, but somewhere in my downpour of tears, I lost where I was and just ended up sitting down. Probably not the smartest thing to do in the middle of the night on a full moon, but I honestly didn't care anymore. After everything that had happened in my life, I really thought it was going to get better...being friends with The Chosen One wasn't easy, a new fight for our lives every year, but with Harry, Ron and Hermione, I never minded. Once the war was over, I ended up sitting with Professor Trelawney who had been injured, I had just brought her something to eat when she went rigid. 'He will find you.' If that being the first thing out of her mouth didn't scare me to high hell I didn't know what would. 'After centuries of searching, centuries of pain, he will find his love in you. You will be the reason his cold, undead heart beats again.' Her voice was distorted, almost growling but not completely which made her choke when she finally stopped, looking at me confused. 'I'm sorry dear girl, have you been speaking?' I left after that, moving to America, needing an change and knowing it's where most vampires chose to reside, my friends supporting me completely and agreeing that ‘centuries’ had to mean a vampire. She gave me hope back in an aspect of my life I thought was never possible, thinking I was going to die fighting death eaters one day made a love life through the last few years seem pointless, but she gave me hope, even if he was a vampire as it seemed...I should have known she was wrong,she always was...right?
I don't know how long I sat there and cried, a few minutes, or hours, I couldn't even tell, but at some point I found myself falling asleep against a tree, just as I was drifting off I heard a voice that snapped me awake again. "Niklaus! Stop! Y/n? Is that you child?" I looked up to see Elijah standing above me, before locking eyes with a wolf flanking him. He made this adorable whining sound when he looked at me and before I knew it he was covering my face with sloppy wet kisses.
"Hey, hey! Dog slobber! Stop!" I laughed and he whined, laying on my lap, looking up at me.
"That's...strange." Elijah spoke and I was confused but shrugged it off, trying to get up, before I quickly realized this wolf wasn't going to move.
"Help?"
"Niklaus, let the lady up. What are you doing out here? It's not safe at night, you should go inside." He instructed as Klaus huffed, standing up and making sure not to step on my legs, sitting beside me, breathing hot dog breath on my face instead.
"I would, but I'm kind of-" I cut myself off as I looked up and saw my house right through a few trees. "That's my house...I got lost outside my house...I am the definition of pathetic." I sighed before walking off, only to be followed by wolf!Klaus. "What is he doing?"
"Following you. I believe my brother has imprinted on you. It's something he was incapable of doing until tonight. Basically you're his-"
"Mate." I cut him off, stunned. "Now's not a great time for this okay, so take him, and get back to whatever you were doing before. I broke up with my boyfriend like 2 hours ago, I don't need a mate right now." I heard a loud whine from beside me but ignored it. "Besides, he's a wolf right now, he won't remember this later right? Just don't tell him, I'll make sure he never sees me again." I didn't give Elijah the chance to respond before I walked through my back yard, into my house and collapsed in bed as soon as I entered my room.
The next day I found myself curled up under a blanket on my couch, watching old movies and eating ice cream. I had been doing this since I woke up. Somewhere around noon, as I was getting a new tub of ice cream, and refilling my soda I heard my door bell and walked to the front door. I opened it to find a bouquet of flowers and a heart shaped box of chocolate on my porch. I was about to toss them away, assuming they were from Damon before reading the note. 'I could never forget you. My love is forever yours. -NM'
NM? Oh my god. How could Klaus have remembered last night? I thought werewolves never did! Maybe him being a hybrid made it different...damn.
I grabbed a vase and my wand before putting the roses into it. "Aguamenti." I said, filling the vase slightly and placing the flowers on my living room table, before going back to my movie. I decided half way through my movie I probably needed actual food at some point today, so I through on an outfit and walked over to the grill, ignoring the Daily Prophet sitting on my table reading 'Escaped Death Eaters Found Hiding in America'. Maybe if I had read it, it would have saved me a lot of problems. I ordered quickly to go and sat at the bar drinking, waiting for it, rolling my eyes as I heard someone sit beside me a few moments later. "I'm not in the mood." I hissed.
"Sorry love, just wanted to introduce myself, I'm Klaus." I looked up from my drink quickly, looking into the face of the hybrid himself.
"Damn, why do you have to be attractive?" I groaned, dropping my head on the bar and he chuckled, rubbing my back.
"I'm pleased you like what you see love."
"What do you want from me? Huh? 'Cause frankly, I'm getting tired of guys pretending to be in love with me, so whatever you want, get it over with."
He looked stunned, and slightly hurt at my words. "I don't want anything more or less than you Y/n, and I will wait as long as I have to. You are my imprint, my mate, and I truly do love you, but if you tell me who hurt you I would be more than happy to kill them." I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped me as he said this, I then grabbed my food and began walking out. "Are you planning on pretending nothing happened?"
"Yep." I said, yet he continued following me.
"I will live in agony every day, a werewolf without his mate may as well be dead." My mind froze upon hearing this, seeing faces in my mind, flashing back to a time I would rather not relive...the war...the moment I killed Fenrir Greyback's mate...the moment I killed Lavender Brown...I could still hear his horror filled screaming in my dreams, but he had turned her and convinced her to join Voldemort, she came at me...what else could I do?
"I know...I really do, but trust me when I say that's so much better than being mated to me." And I truly believed it was.
"No, I don't believe you, stop walking!" He demanded and I listened, hating myself and the pull he had over me. "So this isn't about you being mated to me, this is about you having terrible self-esteem?" I glared venomously at him, before turning and continuing up my street and onto my porch. "That came out wrong, but still! There's nothing wrong with you love, please listen to me?" I then found myself spun around and a pair of soft lips against my own. I dropped the bag I was holding in order to wrap my arms around his neck, feeling my hips meet his as he held my waist to him tightly. I was in the middle of the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced, but unfortunately...I need air. I pulled away, breathing deeply, smiling as he nuzzled his face into my neck. "Please don't give this up?" He pleaded and I sighed, kissing him again.
"Fine, if not just because that was the best kiss I've ever had in my life." I laughed, watching his face light up.
"Come on, I'm taking you to dinner." I rolled my eyes, inviting him in and getting ready for a date with my...mate...wow, that's weird to say. He took me to a cute little diner and we spent the evening getting to know each other. "I want to thank you for giving me a chance, but im confused as to why you didnt want to. I assumed it was because of who I am but that’s not it, so why? Don't you feel the mating pull too?" I nodded and I honestly did, my chest had felt tight since I left him and Elijah the night before but since seeing him again it had stopped, not only that but every time he smiled at me my heart fluttered. "Then why did you want to deny this? It's clear from how you speak that the problem isnt me...why do you think you don't deserve to be loved?" He saw right through me and I cursed the mating bond for that.
"Its kind of a long story...you need to understand I'm trusting you with my biggest secret." He nodded, leaning forward slightly as I pulled my wand from my boot and his eyes went wide.
"Youre a wand wielder?! That was completely unexpected. Though it doesnt answer my question." I shrugged.
"You heard about the recent war in the wizarding world?" He shook his head, it's shocking that people can be completely ignorant of it. "A dark lord rose to power many years ago and was killed by a baby. A boy named Harry Potter. He murdered Harrys parents when he was 1 because of a prophesy saying Harry would kill him basically. His mother saved him, sacraficed herself, and in that moment when Voldemort tried to kill him the curse rebounded, killing Voldemort. Though he had a safety net. He created Horcruxs." I smiled at the look on my mates face when he didnt understand. He paid, despite my insistence to pay for myself and walked from the restaurant holding my hand before getting into his car. "A Horcrux is an object in which one conceals a part of their soul, making them unable to die. Voldemort had 7. Its a truly horrible, dark form of magic, but thats how he came back. One of his servants, they were called Death Eaters, brought him back and he tried taking control of our world. Harry stopped him. Harry, Ron, Hermione and I searched for months, tracking the Horcruxs, before destroying him. He died at our school, where the final battle took place, it was a blood bath, so many dead, and for what? Just because some crazy man wanted to rule the world..." At this point Klaus had driven me home and was helping me from the car but he never once stopped listening to me. "Ive done some truely horrible things, and I dont deserve a mate Klaus. You deserve someone so much better."
"What did you do thats worse than all the things I've done." I cringed, feeling as if someone was squeezing my heart as I thought about someone killing Klaus and leaving me alive. We haven't known each other a day and I already feel like this. No one deserves this...not even someone like Fenrir Greyback. I threw my arms around his neck, holding him tightly to my body.
"Trust me, you don't want to know."
"Y/n, I-"
"Not right now okay? Im not able to talk about it yet. Please respect that?" He nodded, pulling back from the hug and making me look at him.
"Of course, I won’t ask again, as long as you promise to give us a chance." I knew I couldn’t say no to him, no matter how hard I tried to.
"Okay...you'll just have to put up with my moments of self doubt." I agreed, making the biggest smile appear on his face.
"I love everything about you, and nothing will ever change that." God, I hope thats true.
Nik and I spent nearly everyday together now that I agreed to give him a chance. He went away periodically, changing his hybrids now that I helped him fix the problem with them, figuring out how to make it so he no longer needed Elena's blood, and I found myself feeling more and more lonely each time he was gone, the bond growing the more time we spent together.
I was currently in my kitchen, cooking dinner for the two of us, knowing he would be back any minute, when there was a knock on the door. I was confused as he never knocks, but I put the knife down as I walked to the door. "Did you forget your key again babe? I keep telling you to-" I was cut off by a fist in my nose just as the door swung open. I opened one eye as I tried to get up from the floor, seeing my worst nightmare staring me in the face. "Greyback..."
"Witch. Lovely to see you again. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time." He growled, casting a spell and covering me in chains, making me unable to reach for my wand. "Today is the day I will finally have my revenge, but I promise not to do this too quickly, we want it to hurt now don't we?" I shook my head as he walked passed me and into the kitchen, coming back with my knife. "A year I've been without her. A year of constant torture and agony. You deserve so much worse than I can give you, but i will try none the less." I hissed as the blade dug into my collarbone, sliding all the way down to just above my nipple, making him laugh as the blood began soaking my shirt, before sliding it across my cheek next.
"The Lavender I knew would have rather been dead than be what you made her!" I knew it was true, and I think on some level so did he as he snarled, pulling my hair back and sinking his fangs into the back of my neck where it quickly began burning much stronger than any of the cuts on my body. He brought the knife back to my skin next and this went on for a few moments, another cut on my stomach, across my hips and one down my left thigh before anything happened. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye as my boyfriend arrived at the still fully open front door, staring for a moment before punching the wolf in the back of the head, knocking him out. He was about to finish him off before I spoke.
"Nik! Get these off of me! Hurry!" I insisted, trying to ignore the pain in my neck and he broke the chains before biting into his hand and giving me his blood. I felt the gashes in my skin close quickly, even the bite, though it still burned slightly before I jumped up, grabbing my wand and pushing him to the door.
"Wait, where are we going?"
"To call the aurors, to send him back to prison."
"Why dont you just let me kill him?"
"Because he's an Azkaban prisoner, and I have to follow wizarding laws, which means sending him back." I was about to cast a patronus when i felt a curse him me full force in the chest, knocking me backwards.
"I wont go back to Azkaban. The only reason I'm still alive is so that I can kill you Witch, then I will slip into peaceful oblivion and join my mate once again."
"I get wanting to be with your mate, but thats no reason to try and take mine with you!" Klaus growled at him as I sat up from the grass. Fenrir stared at him, stunned, before looking back at me and laughing out loud.
"She’s your mate? My condolences. It must be terrible having to live with a mate who gets her jollys murdering others mates!" I stood, feeling Klaus' eyes on me.
"What is he talking about?"
"You didn’t tell him?" Fenrir cackled. "She killed my Lavender, murdered her right in front of me and didnt even have the decency to kill me aswell."
"If you remember, I tried to, you ran off." He snarled, pointing his wand at me but I disarmed him quickly.
"You killed his mate?" Klaus was looking at me as if he couldnt believe what he was hearing.
"It wasnt as straight forward as that, but I did tell you I wouldnt make a good mate. You are right though, I should have made sure to kill you after killing your mate. Avada Kadavra!" I exclaimed, watching him fall to the ground as a green light hit him. I then spelled his body away knowing someone somewhere would find it and alert the aurors, but it wasn't about to be me. I then picked up the long silver lined wand he had left behind and tucked it into my boot along with mine until I could put it in my trunk.
"Can you explain what the fuck is happening now?" I sighed, nodding, feeling myself lifted before being carried upstairs. I washed the blood off of myself quickly in the shower, taking special care of the bite which had healed as much as it was going to and left a scab to scar over, which was something not even Nik's blood can heal, before changing and going back downstairs. "Talk to me love."
"She was my friend." He looked at me confused. "His mate. Lavender. She was sweet, and loving, and naive. She didnt know anything about werewolves really, but she couldn’t deny the bond she felt. She had always wanted someone to love her, a month before she had her first real heart break when my friend Ron dumped her, and she did everything he wanted from the moment she met him. She became a Death Eater, killed innocent muggles, and helped him attack Hogwarts in the war. He destroyed everything that was Lavender Brown the day he met her. She came at me and I killed her, like she would have me. I would have killed him as well but he ran away. I told you, i don’t deserve a mate, let alone one like you."
"Y/n, look at me." I sighed, doing as he asked and feeling his hands on my face. "It was not your fault. There's a lot to say for the power an Alpha can have over his mate, and he definitely was an Alpha, especially if she's a wolf too...was she?" I nodded.
"He turned her." The look of utter confusion on his face would have been adorable if it weren't such a serious moment. "Lycanthropy is real, it's a disease humans can contract that turns them into a 'werewolf'. Not completely wolf like, you look exactly like a wolf. They look almost human like still, can walk on two legs...fucking scary as hell."
"No more werewolves here, anyone with that disgusting disease shows up here again and I'll kill them." I knew it was already too late for that, just because he wasn't a wolf at that moment, doesn't mean his bite won't effect me, Ron's brother suffered wolf like symptoms upon his run in with Greyback and that was further from the full moon. I wouldn't turn, and I knew that, but I also knew whatever was going to be different, wasn't something I would be able to hide from a werewolf, let alone my mate. "Seeing you at the mercy of another Alpha did something to me Y/n, something instinctual that I didn't know I had. I need you love, Now." His voice changed as he said the last word and I felt a chill straight down my spine, my need for him rising to a strange new height. We had only been dating for a month and a half and only began being intimate about 2 weeks ago, both of us wanting our relationship to be about more than just our physical attraction, which we most definitely had. But now, as he sat before me, hands now on my thighs and eyes staring into mine intensely, I grew wet, smelling something delicious. It didn't take me but a moment to figure out it was him that I was smelling when something inside of me snapped and I lunged forward, pinning him to the couch and grinding against his hard length. He took pause as I did this, clearly shocked as I had never been very forward in sexual situations, and seemed to be racking his brain for the answer when I saw his nostrils flair once, twice, three times and he growled. My brain was becoming fuzzy, my bite burning like crazy, and I had an inkling of what was going on.
I had become good friends with Fleur after she married Ron's brother Bill, and we had talked several times about his effects after his run in with Greyback. He obviously doesn't change on the full moon but he has wolf-like characteristics since he was bitten 2 weeks before the full moon, one of which seems to be an instinctual need for your mate that can occasionally dominate your thought process. The way he explained it to her was his brain gets foggy and he can't think straight, his body almost completely taking over the...situation, leaving him with an animalistic need to fuck her. She likes it, which is why Bill has no problem with it, but I knew I had to stop.
"Y/n...why do you smell like that?" I knew in that moment he caught another Alphas scent on me and he didn't like it at all, the shower should have washed his scent off me and since it didn't...he had figured it out, I knew he had. He pushed me to the other side of the couch, now on top of me with his hand around my neck. I hissed as the tip of his finger brushed against my scabbed over skin and he turned me quickly so he could see it, snarling in a way I had never before heard. As he did that I felt myself become even more wet and knew I needed this to stop, mustering up all my strength to shove him off of me. Unfortunately I had a lot more strength now than I did an hour ago and he was shoved off of me, and across the room.
"Nik...I'm scared." I told him when he jumped up, snarling again and it seemed to give him pause. "Why is this happening?"
I could see him working to calm himself down and somewhere deep down I was touched that he was fighting his dominant instincts so he could help me with my fear. "You were turned by another wolf...I don't know much about his kind, but as my mate, you want me to mark you...you need it...crave it...your body is responding to my need as well...I need to show you who you belong to now that you smell like him. Have I ever given you reason to fear me?" I shook my head as he stepped closer and my brain grew foggier as his scent overtook me once again. "Just relax and feel...it's okay to fall into it with me...I know what you want instinctually and I will give it to you...but you know what I want too...it's okay to give into me Y/n..." I stood as he stepped closer and he stopped as I stepped closer next, giving me a moment to figure it out which I appreciated. He has had a long time to figure out his instincts, I'm new to it and trusting him with everything I have. I sniff the air as I get closer, becoming addicted to his musky scent almost immediately. "Do I smell nice little kitten?" His voice had dropped 2 octaves and I could hear the growl behind it making me nod as I finally got to him, sniffing his neck now which was just above my sight line as I was several inches shorter than him. His arm came around me and pulled us together so my chest was pressed to his and I found it easier to smell him.
"Smell like woods...pine trees...bourbon...blood...smell like..."
"What?"
"...Alpha." He groaned, leaning his head down and sniffing at my neck too, my scent having changed I'm sure.
"Still smell like Y/n...mint...soap...raspberries...something...something spicy. Always been there but more now..." I nodded, knowing what it was.
"Magic, has a spicy smell to creatures...I..." I whined, no longer willing to talk as my mind became...almost dizzy. I could see and feel everything and I had control but not completely. I let that feeling take over, trusting Nik to take care of me and the moment I did I felt it, an almost...presence in the back of my brain and I heard her voice. Lupin had once told me he could hear his wolf sometimes, when he was in control, he would talk to him or sometimes even for him. 'He wants us! Mate wants us! Give him what he wants!' 'What does he want?' I tested the water, seeing how I communicated with her. 'Run! Wants you to run!' 'He's a hybrid, he would catch me in seconds!' 'Not about catching...chasing...wants to chase! Run!' In that moment I made a choice that would impact our relationship forever...I listened. Just as Nik's fangs descended and I felt he was about to bury them into my neck I ducked under his arm and took off towards my back door.
"Thank you kitten, for making it interesting." I pulled the door open and ran through the trees in my back yard, the woods becoming thicker right away but somehow I was navigating it like a pro. I could hear him behind me and knew he wasn't running nearly as fast as he could, he was enjoying our game of Hunter and Prey. When he began closing in on me I figured the game was over but she had other plans. 'Slower! Duck!' I did as she said and nearly fell, watching Nik hit the ground as he tried to lunge at me. He looked up at me, clearly impressed and I smiled, happy to make my alpha proud of me. 'Go!' I didn't even think about it as my body did as it was instructed and I realized how into this I had gotten as my body was almost moving of its own accord. As I kept running I saw the edge of a cliff drop off and about 20 feet in front of it was the other side which made me think this game was over and as I heard him chuckle behind me I realized he knew as well. 'Jump.' 'What?!' 'Jump!' 'No! Are you crazy?! I'm human!' 'Not human! Not anymore! Jump!' She was growling harder now and I realized I was going to do it just as my Alpha did. "Y/n! It's time to stop kitten, you can't make that and you know it!" 'Prove him wrong! We're strong, worthy mate!' 'Yes I am! I am worthy! I'm a good mate!' I slowed for a fraction of a second, making my Alpha believe I was quitting and heard him slow down as I pushed my legs harder, reaching the edge, and leaping, pushing my legs as hard as I could and if I'm being honest I closed my eyes for a moment before opening them again and landing hard, rolling a few times before looking behind me to see my Alpha had stopped at the edge, his jaw slack and his eyes wide.
"Don't tell me I can't! Good mate! Worthy mate! Can do anything!" My voice wasn't necessarily deeper as I spoke, more distorted, gravely and somehow a higher pitch. It was her voice that I didn't know could come out of me. His head tilted to the side and his eyes darkened. 'Run! Now! Gonna catch us!' 'He's all the way over there, we're fine.' I was proven wrong quickly as he bent his knees and seemed to use no effort at all to jump after me. By the time I had even moved to begin turning around he was on me, pinning me to the ground immediately. As his arm came to move my head I turned it, digging my teeth into him, quickly tasting blood though he had my throat almost instantly as I tried to get away, struggling as hard as I could.
"We're done with that kitten, Alpha loved it but you lost, and now you're mine. My beautiful, worthy mate." My body sang as he said this and I stopped fighting him almost immediately. Not a moment later my throat began...vibrating? 'Happy! Alpha made happy! Purring! Make him happy!' "You are just full of surprises kitten, don't you sound so pretty for your Alpha, singing all nice for me." He was talking to me so sweetly and yet ripping at my clothes like an animal, tearing my shirt from my body.
We had only had sex 3 times before, only 1 of which wasn't a 'quicky'. Our first time together, exploring each other was very gentle and loving, he was kind and respectful and worshipped my body until I could take no more. The other 2 times were in public, one in the grille where he had me ride him at our table in the back and the other in a bookstore where he took me on a date, he had pinned me against the wall and wrapped my legs around his waist, thrusting into me faster than before chasing his release, but this moment was unlike any we had ever had.
His lips connected with my collar bone as he tossed my torn shirt to the side, nipping at my skin as I grabbed his shirt, tearing it right down the middle. I had never felt this kind of attraction in my life, my need for my mate now at a primal level that I never knew existed but he seemed to have the same need for me as he tore my bra off next. I wrapped one of my legs around his and shoved, rolling us over so I was on top, finally getting his shirt completely off before I was pinned down again. "What do you think you're doing kitten?" He growled, biting again, his fangs not on display and his dull teeth leaving nothing but a soon to be bruise in its wake.
"Skin, touch...need to touch Alpha." I reached my arms around him and dug my fingers into his skin, scratching my way down and hearing a savage growl come from his throat.
"Touch all you want kitten, but don't try to move me again or I'll give you a bite you won't soon forget." I don't think he realized that was just incentive for me to do it again.
"Please? Alpha, please?" I begged, lifting my hips and trying to grind into him but he moved with me to keep it from happening, making me whine in need.
"Please what kitten?" He was nipping and biting his way down my body and stopped with his face right in front of my crotch, his nose trailing up my pussy, making me whimper with my pants and panties in the way. He took a deep breath, kissing my clit over my clothes and taking in my scent. "You're soaking wet for me, my little mate."
"Please fuck me? Alpha please?! Can't take it anymore, need to be yours!" There were now tears leaking from my eyes, sexual frustration combined with the bite mark on the back of my neck that was burning.
He chuckled and I huffed, trying to pull him closer. "You are mine kitten." I wrapped my leg around his again, trying to get him to bite me, needing the burning to stop and he grabbed my leg, pinning it back to the ground. "What did I say would happen next time?"
"Bite me! Please! It burns Alpha, make it stop! Need you!" He looked down at me, shocked and reached towards the mark on my neck, his hand covering it and cooling the skin down instantly.
"Okay kitten, alright. Alpha will take his time with you later if that's what you need." I nodded frantically, my wolf shouting in the back of my mind, my instincts going crazy, my body frustrated and horny and my neck on fire, it was all becoming too much for the first time and Nik understood quickly that that's what my problem was. I knew he wanted to take his time with me but I was touched that he would wait for that so I could feel better. He tore my pants off, my panties joining them on the forest floor as he pulled his off too. "Hold still kitten, Alpha is going to fix it." He thrust into me almost painfully and didn't pause for even a moment, thrusting into me like a man possessed. "You've thought about this before haven't you love?" I whined, not able to form a coherent sentence at the moment but knowing he was right. "Didn't need to be a werewolf to want me to treat you like my bitch." I knew I wasn't going to be able to last long, especially now that he was talking like this, but I suppose that is his point. Alphas bite their mate in a moment of euphoria for the both of them, which is when they mate for the first time. "Wanted this since the moment you found out what I was, haven't you?" I was now actively trying not to explode, legitimately feeling that I was going to spontaneous combust. "Wanted your Alpha to hold you down..."
"Alpha, please-"
"Rut you..." I yelped as he thrust particularly hard and at this point, his speed had to be compared to that of a jack hammer. I never would have been able to even imagine being fucked like this.
"Can't hold it in anymore...please...so close Alpha..."
"Breed you..." That was all it took. The coil like tension in my belly snapped and I've never come so hard in my life. I wrapped around him like a weed as his fangs sank into my flesh and I howled, many feelings overtaking my body, relief and ecstasy being the most prominent. I felt him finish as well, filling me up more than ever before and I was panting like a dog in heat, still clinging to him, nuzzling his neck in my after glow. He held me tightly, rolling us so I was on top now and comfortable on him, not the ground. We stayed there, just completely comfortable with each other for probably about 20 minutes before I sat up, stretching my body and pulling myself off of his, sitting beside him. He sat up as well, pulling my back to his chest and kissing my neck over his new mark and making me shiver. "I love you Y/n, completely and whole heartedly."
"I love you too...and you know...if you had talked to me about it, even if he hadn't bit me, I would have done this for you." He looked at me, surprised. "Wouldn't have been the same I'm sure, but if you had told me you wanted to play hunter I would have happily given you that...just talk to me about it." He nodded once.
"I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, it's a strange thing and-"
"But I'm your mate. It can be as strange as you want Nik, I love you and I want to make you as happy as you make me. I...I know I'm kind of inexperienced and awkward sometimes...I'm only 18, I grew up in boarding school, wizarding boarding school but still, I've never really had a real relationship and...I get nervous that I'm gonna do something wrong and disappoint you, I-"
"Y/n, you could never disappoint me. I know I'm significantly older and more experienced, but that doesn't matter to me. You're my mate, you were made for me in every way, you are and always will be the best sex I've ever had. This was...wow. I've never felt like you just made me feel, not in 1000 years of life. I don't want you to be nervous about anything we do, and if you are, just talk to me. I will always take care of you...in every way." I giggled as he growled in my ear before reaching for my torn pants. "I think we're going to be traveling back home without them unfortunately." I snorted.
"Maybe you are." I pulled my wand from the hidden pocket I have in all my pants that I use when I don’t have my boots and smirked, pointing it at my clothes. "Repairo" I watched as my clothes began to fix themselves and I quickly began getting dressed. Nik cleared his throat and I smiled, doing the spell once again on his clothes before we began walking back home hand in hand. "So, breeding huh?" I looked over at him and saw the faintest blush on his cheeks.
"Sorry, I-" I shook my head.
"Nothing to be sorry for, I liked it, though if you finishing inside me is going to be a thing for us I should probably look into birth control if you don't actually want something to happen." He sighed, kissing my hand delicately.
"Love, I'm a vampire. It's not possible." I snorted.
"Klaus, you're a hybrid now. Part werewolf, werewolves can have kids. You can't tell me which side is stronger than the other. I've seen weirder things happen in the world to supernatural creatures is all I'm saying." He pulled me to a stop and I looked up to see a shocked yet...hopeful face.
"You think it could be possible...you think I could have a child?" I shrugged.
"I have some friends who could help us figure it out, we would really need to think about that, and measure the potential danger for me to carry a hybrids child, however it's likely that it would just be a little harder than it would be for a normal werewolf. I'll send Hermione a patronus and see what she can find out about-" I was cut off by my mate lifting me into his arms and kissing the daylights out of me.
"Not only do you think it's possible, but you're willing to have a baby with me...I don't know what I did to deserve you Y/n Y/L/n, but I'm never letting you go."
"I don't know what I did to deserve you either...but I really must thank Professor Trelawney..."
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Klaus' wolf speaking
Y/n speaking to her wolf
Y/n's wolf speaking)
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Edible Arrangements: Fortieth Bite: Polycephaly
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A/N: It has been three years, two months, and a day of Edible Arrangements. This is not the absolute final update, as you can tell by my navigation links above. That has not stopped me from sobbing during the formatting and uploading of this installment.
A sequel is undergoing planning. I'm not done with these loves yet.
Summary: You remember everything now.
Warnings: death. murder. blood. I cannot stress enough that this chapter is a bloodbath. I did gag a little writing one line. maybe don't read while eating, if you can help it. mentions of vomit.
Word count: ~4400 words
You’ve reached Tenya Iida. Please leave your name, number, and a brief message after the tone and I will return your call as soon as I am available. Thank you!
“Shit, Tenya, pick up!” Mina hangs up and shoves her phone in her pocket. “What are we supposed to do? They’re not waking up and all of our medical people are going straight to voicemail!”
“Hand me their phone,” Hitoshi says. “I’ve got an idea.”
When the phone’s in his hand, he begins to dig through it intently. “One of you, make sure they’re still breathing. Neito, you’re on standby in case things go wrong.”
“Standby? For what?”
“You’re a vampire. Revive them if you have to.” He hits dial, then another button to put it on speaker.
It rings. Once. Twi—
This is Dr. Midoriya Izuku, leave your name and number and I’ll get back to you!
Hitoshi hits redial. It rings once this time.
This is Dr. Midoriya Izuku, leave your name and number and I’ll get—
Redial.
This time, immediately:
This is Dr. Midoriya Izuku, leave your name and number and I’ll get back to you!
“Goddammit Izuku, pick up before we have to turn them you absolute dumb fuck of a vampire!”
He sighs and replaces the phone in your pocket. You don’t stir. He lets out an aggravated sigh. “Alright. Since they’re useless, here’s what we’re going to do…”
~
You are wrapped up in a fluffy blanket. Somewhere in the apartment, people are speaking. Tsuyu mentions the words “hot chocolate”. It’s later in the day now—how much later?—and you are on the couch nearest to your bedroom. The room has been cleaned up around you, and footsteps are approaching you. Instinctively, you slam your eyes shut and try to process what’s happened to you.
You remember sitting in the middle of the floor.
Mina holding you.
Reaching back and suddenly finding memories you couldn’t look at before.
Izuku.
Fingers rest against your neck. It takes everything in you not to flinch away from them.
After a moment, the presence leaves. Footsteps lead away. “Their heart rate’s going up a bit, but no sign of consciousness.”
“When do we take them to the hospital?”
The hospital.
You can’t go to the fucking hospital.
You need to go beat Izuku over the head for being an idiot.
You open an eye. Everyone’s in the kitchen, backs to you. You’re out of their line of sight.
You chew your lip in thought. Then, you slide off the couch and slip away to your room.
You’ll explain everything to them later.
~
Fuck. Getting your bearings like this is bullshit. The past few months are fuzzy, battling with all the old-new memories for space in your head as you try to make sense of it all.
The weirdest is remembering Tenya.
You’re on autopilot as you turn the memories over in your head. The way he treated you immediately after he enthralled you. All the times he tried to bring you back directly, and was forced to wipe your memory of his attempts to bring you back, too. The tearful apologies as he tried again, and again, and again, to bring back the person he loved.
The memories hurt, but oddly, you don’t feel the fondness you had for him back then. Absence makes the heart grow distant, and absence of memory makes the heart wither and die. That fondness is gone, replaced with a sense of pain.
Loss.
Grief.
It didn’t need to end that way.
You hope he’s healed all the same. (You’ve been his friend the past years. You know he hasn’t.)
Logically, you know that you loved him at some point. But then again, logically, you also know that grabbing your keys and a few other small items and climbing out your apartment window onto the fire escape without telling anyone where you’re going is a horrible idea, so you’re really not on speaking terms with logic right now. Emotion has become your new friend.
Emotion is telling you that you aren’t in love with him. Emotion is telling you to find your car and find Izuku right fucking now.
Sure, driving isn’t really the best idea right now. The sky is growing dark with afternoon clouds and your head is fuzzy with TV static, even before we stop to mention that you don’t remember the last time you drove anywhere. But you don’t have time to push through everyone else’s need for context. Not when Dr. “Let’s Hunt a Serial Killer” thinks that selfsame serial killer tried to serial kill you.
Halfway there and your phone rings. It’s Mina. You let it ring out to voicemail. It doesn’t stop ringing on repeat for the rest of the drive.
~
“Don’t we have anything more dignified to kill him with than a water gun?”
“Two water guns,” Izuku replies, cringing as he tests the gun in his possession with gloved hands. Nothing leaks onto his gloves, but he still shies away from the tiniest backsplash of water as he fires a shot into the bath.
“Careful with that. It feels a bit silly to go after a serial killer with water guns.”
He snorts. “Good. I hope, after everything he’s done, he knows that he got taken out with a little bright green hunk of plastic and hates it.” He slips a zip-loc bag over the end of the gun, then slides both bag and gun into his inner coat pocket. “Get ready. We don’t know when he’ll show up.”
Tenya nods and follows suit. Sbeve is locked away in his cat carrier with food and water set up to dispense. It’s not ideal, but if anything happens, he’ll be away and safe. You’ll want company in a house like this, after all. And Sbeve is good company.
They wait in the living room. There is silence between them which fails to conceal any noise. If only there were noise to conceal.
There is none, for he joins them silently. One moment, they are alone, preparing themselves for something that cannot be prepared for, and the next, he is standing beside them, a silvery knife in hand.
“You didn’t ask me here to pass on any message,” he says by way of greeting.
The men are on their feet in a moment, rage already burning in their eyes and hearts. “You.”
The Death Adder is a jagged line of a man in tattered clothing. A scar mars his face where a nose should sit. A greasy black mop of hair frames it all.
“Why don’t you have a seat.” Izuku gestures almost politely to the armchair. He isn’t asking. “You’ve been busy. There’s a lot of catching up to do.”
“I don’t need to sit. Tell me what this is really about. If you were going to speak to the world about the injustices I set you to, you would have begun years ago.”
Tenya’s voice is ice when he cuts in. “You attacked a dear friend of ours.”
He doesn’t even show them the courtesy of rolling his eyes. “You’ll have to be more specific. It’s not every day that I don’t attack a dear friend of someone.”
“They were literally on my doorstep. Take a guess at who!”
The Death Adder takes a slow moment to study them. Tenya hits the table hard as he stands, glare icy. “Of course you don’t remember. It’s never mattered to you who you hurt, has it?”
“I think you’ll find that it has exclusively mattered to me who I hurt, but then, I wouldn’t expect you to understand.” He looks over Tenya indifferently, almost without seeing him at all.
Izuku watches his face for a hint of recognition. Tenya comes to the same conclusion moments after Izuku, and if possible, the man becomes even angrier. “You don’t even remember who I am, do you?”
The man does not reply. He is searching for an answer, and he does not have one.
“You killed my brother. You turned me into this. You took everything from me.”
He took everything. And he does not recognize him.
What happens next cascades in slow-motion. Tenya is grabbing at his pocket, drawing his little water pistol of death, and the Death Adder is holding a knife to his throat, his movements decisive. Izuku reaches for his own water gun, desperately hoping he’s fast enough.
“There’s more than one way to kill a vampire,” he growls out as the blade rests on Tenya’s throat. “You are insignificant to me, but I can still take your head off right here. I’d like to see you try to survive that.”
“You kill him, and I shoot.” He’s proud of himself for not stammering, even as his hands shake.
He’s stuck. He can’t attack the Death Adder without killing Tenya, and as strained as their relationship has been, he’s only prepared to kill one vampire today. What idiot thought water guns were a good idea?
His brain blazes with the possibilities. He could use his quirk, force the Death Adder away. He’s strong enough, though, and unpracticed enough that the attempt might just kill them both. There’s no visible turning mark on the man’s skin. He doesn’t know where to shoot to knock him down.
Maybe he could disarm him somehow. Or distract him. If he keeps the Death Adder’s attention long enough, Tenya could shoot him and get away. But that requires Tenya to figure out what he's doing, and they're far from on the same wavelength, and in the meantime, that knife is still at Tenya's throat and Izuku needs to do something and—
You must be a ghost standing up from behind the loveseat, and Izuku blinks rapidly in hopes of dissipating the hallucination, but no, that's you standing there. Your glare is fixed on the Death Adder, and something glints in your hand, but before anyone can really process what that something is, you're grabbing the man by his hair and shoving it into the back of his neck.
There's an audible sizzling noise accompanied by a smell Izuku recalls to be a bad memory. The boiling, burning kind of odor that had accompanied the bloodbath back in the courtyard when Neito had shown his hand. Then, the Death Adder is screaming and thrashing, and the knife is on the floor as Tenya puts a healthy distance between himself and the serial killer. You are holding on tight, squeezing your eyes shut, and Izuku watches in horror as blood splatters onto your face from it all.
When at last the screaming stops and the man drops to the floor, you stagger to the floor with him and carefully pry the instrument out of his neck. It's the little antique mirror you’d gotten from Neito. "I... wasn't sure that was going to work. Are you both alright?"
They're staring at you. Horror mixes with pure confusion and just a touch of elation. Neither has begun convulsing yet, which is honestly what Izuku had been expecting, and yet, the Death Adder isn't moving now or ever again. The same angry tendrils of scarring are wrapping around his body, wherever visible, and the moment he's sure he's not going to fall to the floor in his own death, Izuku allows himself to take it in.
"Look," you sigh when it becomes clear no one is going to speak. "You've both got explaining to do. A lot of explaining to do." This shouldn't be happening. You had been near catatonic. You had remembered nothing of either of them. And yet...
"Tenya, I'm really sorry about everything. I can't imagine how much it sucked. Um, I'm really not sure how I feel about you right now, but just to be clear, I am breaking up with you. I've got that down, at least. Izuku, you are taking me back to Alexander's. Whatever their next available reservation is. Every steakhouse in the city, while we're at it. Start making calls after we get this cleaned up."
"I will take you everywhere you want just as soon as you explain to me how you remember anything."
You level an icy glare his way. "As though that's the issue we’re dealing with?"
His shoulders drop. He crosses the room to you, shoves the Death Adder’s corpse out of the way with his foot. He's pulling you to your feet, but before he can wrap you in his arms, he hears it.
The hollow, shrill laugh of a girl.
Tenya has his glare fixed on the interloper stood behind you, his water pistol again pointed in her direction.
She's a blonde girl, petite, with her hair tied up in two buns that give the impression they've been in those same buns for several days. She wears a tattered school uniform from who-knows-where, and in her hand glints a silvery knife not unlike the one still on the floor next to the Death Adder. The more she laughs with that dead look in her eyes, the less it sounds like laughter.
Her eyes are fixed on you.
"I thought we were friends, [name]."
You take a step back, bumping lightly into Izuku's chest as you do.
"We lived together for so long. You even let me borrow your sweater. You were so nice to me."
"You stabbed me," you snap back. "Twice."
"We were friends! I liked you!"
Something in you seems chilled at her reply. Izuku can't imagine what, except the information you've already given.
"I liked Chizzy more. And you just took him from me." Another hollow laugh. "I could return the favor, though."
Before his eyes, she morphs. From a schoolgirl out of a horror movie to an imitation of the man now lying dead on the floor, she grows in height, face twisting to match his. The sight is grotesque, a strange substance covering her in gray glops until all that's standing before you is a familiar face.
Oh. That's why the Death Adder didn't remember you or Tenya.
Polycephaly is the condition of having more than one head. Polycephaly is most commonly observed in snakes and turtles.
The Death Adder always had two heads.
She moves. And you move.
The knife is coming for Izuku and he is fast but you are faster. (Why? Why are you—)
He can't pull you away fast enough. He wasn't good enough or quick enough back then, and he's not now. One easy cut is all it takes to destroy his world all over again.
She is smiling as you fall. She is smiling with his face.
He sees crimson as he screams.
~
A hospital cannot save you now. Someone is at your side—it's not Izuku. Izuku is across the room, covered in sparking green. His quirk? You’ve never seen him use it. You watch him as your vision fades and your body grows cold.
Familiar arms around you. Tenya?
He tries to pull you away from watching, but as much as you try to watch, you do not see.
There is a roaring in your ears. The phantom prickling of teeth. All those times you fed Izuku. All those times you gave him trust and care and life.
You try to speak. All you hear is a dull gurgle. A soothing whisper. You feel it all bubbling in your throat.
You see Izuku's viridian as you die.
~
Someone is knocking at the door.
No one knows why, because the thing is still barely on its hinges, but someone is knocking.
Tenya goes. He's the only one breathing and he's the one covered in the least amount of blood.
"Izuku, are you there?" It's Hitoshi's voice, bitter but worried. "Long story, but [name]'s missing, and—"
He breathes in. Breathes out. Creaks the door open a crack. "They're here, but you should go."
"Why?" he demands. "What are you doing here?"
Behind Hitoshi, there's the others—Mina, Tsuyu, Neito, and even a rare appearance from that redhead that hangs around Neito from time to time.
He can't let them in. Not after Izuku just beheaded some random girl, nor after you killed the main Death Adder, nor while you're a heap on the floor.
"They need time to rest. Please, go."
He isn't fully aware of what's going on when his brain washes over. Hitoshi glares through the crack. "Let us in."
His body moves against his will, fluid, and he opens the door and steps aside.
Well. It's not his fault when they're exposed to the bloodbath inside.
The fog lifts from his brain as they force their way inside and immediately recoil. Someone screams. He can only sigh. He's tired. "I did try to warn you not to come in."
"What the fuck happened?"
As Tsuyu throws up on the already ruined carpet, Tenya shakes his head and shuts the door. "It would be better if we just focused on cleaning up."
"Cleaning up," Neito says in disbelief. "I'd say you need a professional for this, but..."
Well, no professional cleaning service would know better than to ask questions.
"Fuck that, is [name]—"
"They're fine. [name]'s fine. They'll... they'll need bed rest for a few days at least. But they're going to be okay."
Mina steadies herself against the wall. "And who's the, uh, the one without the head?"
"Death Adder's friend. Also the Death Adder, as it happens."
"Right. Okay. Okay. I can, uh... I don't know if my quirk can get rid of a corpse. I can try, though."
"We might need you to get rid of the carpet, too, if you're up for it."
"I can handle this," Izuku says coldly. He's sat in the middle of the carnage, clutching your limp form. You'll be okay, and he should know you'll be okay, but it's not like Tenya's not also barely keeping it together after watching you die. "I didn't spend all those years hunting a serial killer just to not have a plan in place for when I did it."
Neito tentatively crosses the room, delicately avoiding the blood, and sits on the one couch unmarred by it all. "Now, let's not shut out honest offers to help. Let's start with what, exactly, happened."
Izuku shrugs. "We came prepared to kill the Death Adder. [name] got to him instead when he threatened Tenya. The Death Adder's friend—I guess also the Death Adder, since her kills were also being attributed to him—knew [name] from before and attacked me. They protected me, and died for it, so I ripped her head off."
"I turned them before it was too late," Tenya adds.
"So, you admit that if this weren't handled properly, [name] would also see serious criminal offenses for it?"
Izuku blinks owlishly at Neito.
"So, it would be better to accept help so that this is never discovered, and never hurts your dear [name]."
"But..."
"Mina, are you okay to help out?"
She looks like she's threatening to go the way of Tsuyu as far as the ruined carpet is concerned, but she nods. "I can—I can see what I can do. It'll take a while, though."
"I'll pay your therapy bills. All of you, if you want."
"I'm good," Tenya says. "I would appreciate a change of clothes, if you have anything that would fit me, though."
He nods. "Follow me. I'm going to take [name] to get cleaned up and changed into some other clothes so we can add these to the acid pile. I'll get you some clothes, too."
Izuku scoops you up in his arms and rises to his feet. Tenya follows him up the stairs to find Sbeve yowling behind the master bedroom door. The poor thing is still in his carrier, clawing at the door in vain attempts to reach you.
Once he's gotten dressed and scrubbed raw the skin your blood had touched, Tenya leaves you and Izuku upstairs with Sbeve. He takes the whole pile of clothes down to where Mina is steadily working at the evidence with Neito's help. Itsuka and Tsuyu appear to have been placed on water duty, pouring water into the acid squad's open mouths as they work.
Tenya drops the clothes on the Death Adder's corpse, gets in his car, and drives.
~
He's not sure what to do, so he drives. At first, it's just in circles around the city and campus and back, just to get his brain clear. As though his head could ever be clear again.
He should be helping. The only thing he can think of is to ensure that they eat. So, he stops at the store and gets a charcuterie board and drinks, then runs next door and leaves with three large pizzas to add to the mix.
When he returns to the mansion, he's not sure how long it's been, but at least one of the corpses is gone entirelyand Mina and Neito are sat collapsed against each other behind the couch. It seems Itsuka and Tsuyu have found some tools and started on ripping up the carpet at the far end of the room. Izuku is nowhere to be found. Probably watching over you.
He sets the food aside, nods to those working and resting in the living room. "You should eat something. I know no one has an appetite right now, but..."
Mina nods back. "In a minute."
"I'm going to check on them."
You are just as lifeless as when he left. That's to be expected. Izuku is huddled over you protectively, nearly hissing as Tenya enters the room. "It's just me."
Izuku calms, just slightly, but there's still a feral look in his eye. "Are the others still here?"
He nods and sits at the far end of the room. "I went out and brought back food. You should eat something, too."
"I'm not hungry."
"No one is. Eat anyway."
"...I don't want to leave their side."
"You know that they'll have to rest for several days, don't you? It would be best to help clean up so that when they awake, they don't have to face all that."
Izuku is silent at his logic.
"Sbeve will watch over them. Tsuyu and Neito's sister are working on ripping up the carpet. I believe Mina and Neito are resting after making significant progress against the evidence with their quirks."
Izuku casts one more long glance at you and rises to his feet. "...okay. Thank you."
~
Tsuyu sidles up to him as they eat. "Not that I think this is the time to ask, but you know, they remember you now."
Tenya nods slowly, staring at his slice of pizza. "They do."
"Have you thought about what to do about that?"
"Out of respect for the man who I watched rip someone's head off today, I don't intend to do anything."
"You can't do nothing. So what are you thinking?"
He's not sure. What are you meant to say? There is still pain. He's never felt the release that comes with closure. But you had said yourself that you didn't know how to feel about him anymore. That you were, at the very least, leaving him. You'd chosen Izuku, and that was fair. That was your decision.
Does he still love you? Or does he merely wish it had all gone differently?
"Move forward, I suppose."
"I hope you don't expect to do that alone."
He laughs softly at her blunt reply. "No, I suppose not."
~
Your friends do not leave after eating. It's a fact, an unfortunate one that has Izuku sighing as he cleans. He's taken to scrubbing the blood on the walls before it sets in too badly. The others are talking in the kitchen, moving on from the horror of it all to chatting, laughing, even. As though you're not dead upstairs.
He's so tired. He can't listen to this right now.
He sets aside the materials and hides away in his office, where he finds himself staring at the board with all the information he'd been collecting about the Death Adder.
Every paper plastering the walls. Really, extending far beyond the bounds of his corkboard. Years of work will do that. He turns on the lamp and soaks in it all for a moment.
Breathe in, breathe out. Meditate on it all.
The man is dead. His hidden partner is dead.
All those deaths, avenged. His parents, avenged.
They never made memories in this house. Before you'd come around, he hadn't, either.
The first step is to remove every semblance of that man's influence from this place, so when he's done breathing, when he's done sorting through all of it, he reaches towards the first thing he sees on the wall and takes it down. One paper. Another. Each and every pin, each string connecting them. The tangles unravel on his walls and in his head. He piles the pins on his desk, lets the papers pile up in his trash bin. When the bin's full, he lets them fall to the floor and keeps working until only the decorations hidden behind the papers are left.
Downstairs, your friends remain. At dinnertime, when he comes downstairs to throw out one bag of papers and find more bags to fill, they're sat around eating cold pizza and cheese cubes and greet him with tired eyes. Mina asks him for a first aid kit because she's overusing her quirk, and he obliges, even going so far as to patch up her burning hands.
Mina is the one to call your aide and let her know that you’re down with a summertime flu. Izuku makes sure all of your friends are fed, but none of them are willing to leave. Not until you’re awake.
So he feeds them. He brings them blankets when they are all done cleaning for the night, and directs them to the library on the second floor for a place to sleep that doesn’t smell like death and vomit. Just in case, he props furniture against the front door and closes the blinds.
When that’s done, he climbs the stairs. He finds you and Sbeve, both motionless, unconscious on his bed.
He climbs in bed beside you and tries to sleep.
It’s the best he sleeps in years.
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