Broken

AU: X Ship: Poly of Eijiro Kirishima, Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, Denki Kaminari, Hanta Sero, and Hitoshi Shinso (This was easier than typing out all the pairings) Prompt: X Requested by: X Warnings: Internalized Acephobia, mentions of sex, non con like elements (Nothing happens though it is mentioned), insecurities and fears of breaking up. If I missed any please let me know! Summary: Eijiro loved his partners. He loved them more than life itself. They were more than accepting of any eccentricities of each other, which is to be expected from a poly of seven different personalities. But he didn’t know if they would accept him when they realized he was broken. F/A/H-C: Hurt/Comfort POV: 3rd, following Eijiro. Word Count: 3,735 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Side Note: Hi, I’m finally back to writing fics, even though it’s for a different fandom now, it’s still something lmao. I may come back to writing Sanders Sides eventually but we shall see. Let me know what you think of it! And I hope you enjoy! 

They are all 3rd years and about to graduate UA! I wasn’t sure if that was considered an au or not but they are of legal age! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eijiro knew there was something about him that was different from his other classmates. Originally he had just blamed all the weirdly delayed interest in any girls, moreso any talk of ‘hooking up’, on him being gay once he finally figured that out. 

But then the thoughts he thought he should have about guys, about doing things with guys never came either. He knew that he found guys attractive, obviously, he developed the biggest crush on two of the most powerful students in his class incredibly quickly after seeing both of their strengths, but whenever he thought about them, about being with them. Nothing sexual came from it. He’s a teenager he should be having these thoughts right? 

He heard Denki talking about some of the guys in the class at one point, saying how hot a few of them were. And, well, Eijiro could agree, however when Denki started going into more detail about what he saw in the locker room, the redhead went silent. He couldn’t see anyone like that, not even two of his most prominent crushes. Was there something wrong? 

He was not able to figure it out until their third year of high school. Now in a relationship that consisted of seven total. Polyamory was a thing introduced to him by Izuku once they had started dating and Eijiro realized he still had feelings for Katsuki after quite some time. He was overjoyed that Izuku had shown him that, moreso that he and Katsuki both agreed to it. 

Not too long later, Izuku realized his feelings for Shoto, and Denki. Eijiro came to these realizations himself later. Denki then had feelings for both Hanta and Hitoshi. After quite a while of this, everyone in the poly was dating everyone. Which made things both a little less complicated and a little more complicated. 

Eijiro loved his partners. He loved them more than life itself. They were more than accepting of any eccentricities of each other, which is to be expected from a poly of seven different personalities. 

But he didn’t know if they would accept him when they realized he was broken. 

He didn’t start off thinking like that. He just thought he was taking longer than everyone else to develop these kinds of feelings towards the others. Denki and Hanta using obviously suggestive flirting with one another while the group was together was to be expected. Then Hitoshi joined in, then Katsuki, Shoto, and eventually Izuku was making remarks that can and were meant to be taken in a not so innocent way. 

Eijiro laughed along with these jokes, he understood them and was fine with them. So he thought there was nothing wrong with him. It wasn’t until the words turned into actions that he came to the realization about himself. 

Katsuki and him were both incredibly physical with their fighting styles. So it’s only natural that every once in a while, their very playful spats would turn into wrestling matches in one of their rooms. 

It was later into the night, a majority of the students were either asleep or down in the common area. Eijiro smirked as he managed to pin Katsuki down onto the floor, his hands grabbed his wrists keeping them pinned beside his head, using his quirk to ensure they stayed there. Both of the boys were a little out of breath panting in eachother's faces. 

Eijiro wasn’t thinking about what position they were in. The fact that he was on top of Katsuki, kneeling on either side of the others lower body was lost on him. Until he realized Katsuki wasn’t continuing to struggle. As the pairs of red eyes met one another, Eijiro noticed the look in his partner’s. They were slightly darkened yet hazy. A look that he recognized instantly. 

The same look he had given Denki before he had pinned him against the wall, marked up his neck so much that the bruises were left for at least two weeks. There was probably more to that story that he hadn’t quite heard, or had subconsciously tuned out due to the nature of it. 

A sickening feeling of panic bubbled up in his stomach, along with a feeling of near disgust. The second he realized it, he jerked away, scrambling off of his boyfriend with a nervous laugh. “Ha! Gotcha, man!” He prayed Katsuki wouldn’t pick up on the tremble of his voice. Katsuki’s expression immediately changed from the look he had before, to one of confusion. He was silent as he seemed to examine the redhead. 

Eijiro had gotten really good at reading Katsuki’s expressions, but there was one he was never able to quite pinpoint. Katsuki’s blank expression. None of his normal anger that seemed to constantly reside on his face, no annoyance, no smugness, absolutely nothing. That was the expression most of his partners tended to worry about when it showed up, just because it was so unreadable. 

That was the expression Kirishima was met with after the confusion seemed to fade. 

“Right.” Katsuki mumbled. 

Eijiro glanced around the room quickly, looking for anything to change the topic or clear the awkward air around them. His eyes caught his bookbag and he grinned, “Oh hey, would you mind uh, helping me study again? I’m getting a little hung up on how some of the equations work.” Please work, please work, please work. 

It did and it didn’t. 

Katsuki hummed, the annoyance finally reading on his face once again. He knew something was up, but he knew that Eijiro was trying to hide it, he could tell. But despite that, he nodded, “Fine. What is it?” 

There was going to be a talk later. It was going to be asked, Eijiro could tell. But now it wasn’t happening. He could only hope that he would have some explanation once the talk did happen. 

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He did come to an explanation. A much worse one than he hoped he would come to and in a much worse way. 

He thought he had it figured out. That he was just awkward about it since he had never tried it, the position he had gotten Katsuki in was weird and that’s all it was. Maybe it would stop being like that once he was prepared to take that step with his partners. They had all waited for one another to be ready before trying anything at all so he figured it would be fine.

That’s all he thought it was. 

Like Katsuki and Eijiro’s playful wrestling matches, Denki and him had something very similar. Only, they were often brought on by Kirishima winning in whatever game they were playing, and Denki tackling him, which led to more of a tickle fight than anything. Both laughing and giggling as they rolled around on the floor. 

Golden eyes met red ones once they calmed down, the electric boy was now above him. Easily Eijiro could push him off, but he was still too giddy from the childlike roll around they had just had to even think about it. Denki leaned down once he caught his breath, placing a small chaste kiss onto Eijiro’s lips. Another small laugh leaving him before he repeated the process. 

Eijiro was fine with this, this was sweet. He returned the kisses gladly, not at all complaining even when it progressed to a full makeout session. This didn’t make him feel uncomfortable. This didn’t make him have that feeling of panic and disgust. Maybe he was better now! Maybe he’s finally over whatever that was! 

He should have known not to be so hopeful. 

He leaned up on his elbows a little, feeling like he couldn’t get enough of his boyfriend’s kiss. He didn’t stop Denki when the other’s hands began to wander down his chest. This felt okay, this felt nice. This was just Denki being touchy. He was used to it. 

Until it wasn’t just that. 

Denki’s hand wandered down, down further past Eijiro’s stomach, as it made its way closer and closer, that feeling came back. Bubbling up much worse than last time, the thought came too quickly, the thought of any of his partners touching him like that, made him immediately tense up. Finally he was getting those thoughts he thought he should have been getting, but now instead of getting aroused by them, all he felt was that gross, uncomfortable and panicky feeling. 

He finally snapped out of his own thoughts when he felt a small shock course through him. He blinked a couple times, feeling hot tears falling down his face. His body was shaking, and in front of him, he saw those golden eyes again. Looking at him with so much worry. 

Eijiro drew his hand away from Denki’s wrist quickly. When had he grabbed him? “Eijiro!” He managed to register that his boyfriend was talking to him. It took him a moment longer to gather his voice enough to respond, “w-wh… what happened?” 

Denki looked even more confused, “You tell me! I-dude I would’ve stopped! You were just suddenly shaking and crying and you jerked my arm away from you! Are you okay?” 

Eijiro nodded after a moment, “Yeah, Yeah sorry, I just kinda freaked out I guess?” That was the only way he could explain it, though it was obvious enough that Denki knew that much. Denki’s expressions were much easier to read than Katsuki. Which only made it that much easier to see the confusion and worry now be joined by hurt. 

“Did… Did you not think I’d stop?” He sounded just as petrified as Eijiro felt currently. Eijiro shook his head immediately, “No! No! I mean-Yes! I knew you would have stopped! I trust you! I just wasn't thinking, I guess…? I don’t really know.” 

Denki nodded, seemingly content with that answer. “Okay, dude. Uh, do you wanna keep playing?” Gesturing over to the forgotten Switch. Eijiro smiled a little and nodded, “Yeah! Can’t wait to kick your ass again!” He said hitting his fists together. 

The blonde grinned, immediately returning back to his normal happy self. “Oh whatever! That last round was a total flub! Doesn’t count!” 

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That night, Eijiro rested his head against his pillow, his mind racing through the events of the day. Something that hadn’t quite clicked in his head finally did. “I trust you” was what he had said in reassuring Denki. Which was true, he trusted all of his partners, he couldn’t have a relationship if he didn’t. 

But, if he couldn’t even bear the thought of the people he trusted with his life, he loved with all of his heart, to touch him like that… Then that wasn’t the problem. Being awkward and nervous wasn’t the explanation. Not being ready wasn’t the explanation. 

Finally he accepted it as tears came to his eyes. “I’m never going to be ready for it…” he murmured to himself. “I’m never going to want that.” 

It made sense, he had never liked the idea before, never thought about it before, and now that it was almost thrown in his face (On accident, Denki of course didn’t know he felt like this and Eijiro couldn’t blame him). He panicked. He wasn’t afraid of it. It didn’t make him nervous. It made him uncomfortable. 

He had a sinking feeling in his stomach, as a sob left his mouth. He wasn’t like any of his partners, he wasn’t like anyone in the class, hell he didn’t even know if there was a possibility of anyone like him being at the school. He’s Broken.

 Quickly remembering that Katsuki was right next door, he grabbed a pillow, biting it in order to muffle himself. 

He was broken, he didn’t feel the things he was supposed to. He didn’t want the things his partners wanted. What most people consider a crucial part of a relationship he couldn’t even think about without feeling sick. 

It hurt, it hurt and ached every part of his being. His partners were all accepting, but they’ll want that. He’d be a horrible partner to deny them something that they’d consider important in the relationship. Why would they bother sticking with him if he wasn’t enough? If he couldn’t make them fully happy what was the point? 

How vividly he could imagine their faces made it so much worse. Izuku would smile softly, try to let Eijiro down slowly, probably even apologizing. Katsuki would be annoyed, thinking he wasn’t tough enough to handle it. Denki would think it was funny and ridiculous. Hanta would be confused, who wouldn’t want to have sex with their partners? Shoto wouldn’t really have any glaring expression, just a simple sigh of dissatisfaction, and Hitoshi would just roll his eyes, like Eijiro had been a waste of time. 

He was pretty sure he had torn open his pillow at this point, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He never wanted to see them like that. He never wanted to lose them just because he was broken. He was supposed to be unbreakable after all! He needed to fix it. There had to be some way to keep that from happening. 

A terrifying thought crossed his mind.

‘If I just force myself through it once, with one of them, and then it’ll be fine after that.’ 

It made him feel sick again, thinking about it. He wouldn’t want it, and he knew his partners would stop and question if they noticed how uncomfortable he was. He sniffled as he continued to debate on it, it would make him feel disgusting, gross and uncomfortable, but it would only be for a little while, and then after that, he could keep his partners, and make sure they’re happy. 

That’s what was most important. 

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He made out a little plan, to try to get himself to go through with this. In his mind it was like training. Trying to think of what he thought of that day with Denki without tensing up. Or at least learning how to hide it. Trying to convince himself that ‘it’ll feel good. It’ll feel good.’ The shaking he wasn’t able to get under control, he could blame that on nervousness though, right? 

He knew which partner he was going to try to initiate this with. The one he had been with the longest. Izuku. He was so sweet, gentle and kind, but was incredibly strong and determined. It would feel safe, comfortable, right? It had to, it was Izuku. 

If Izuku said no, he would go to Katsuki, who he knew would have no problems taking the lead if he teased a little, he would be a lot more to deal with than Izuku though, but if it’ll work then he had to do it. If that didn’t work he would go to Denki, then Hanta, then Shoto and then Hitoshi. Hopefully, Izuku would say yes. He loved and trusted all of his partners, but it would be easiest to handle with Izuku. 

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It started off a lot like the other two mishaps. Just some playful roughhousing ending with Eijiro pinning Izuku. Eijiro tried desperately to hide any hint of feeling off, looking up to Izuku’s eyes quickly before kissing him. 

Izuku returned the kiss, and he was both a little surprised and not surprised at all that Izuku was the one to push it to a makeout session. He was hesitating a little and Izuku seemed to be enjoying this. Good. Good. He was doing good. 

He remembered what Denki did with his hands, how he touched him and tried to mimic that on Izuku as best as he could. The memory however, caused that feeling to bubble up again. As he began tracing Izuku’s thighs through the shorts he was wearing, an arm on his own stopped him. He swallowed and looked up to meet his boyfriend’s eyes. 

“Ei…?” His voice was so soft and gentle. 

Eijiro pulled his hands away immediately, “S-sorry, was I-do you not want-I didn’t mean to-” Everything was crumbling. He could feel the barriers he put up beginning to crack and break. The feeling was only getting worse. He’d have to go to Katsuki. 

Izuku shook his head, “No! I-I do, want that! Just… you’re shaking…?” 

Eijiro gave a little fake laugh, “Ah! I’m just, kinda nervous, don’t wanna mess this up.” He lied through his teeth. Izuku smiled so gently again, “Don’t worry too much, it’s okay, I’m here.” he murmured comfortingly, the hand that had grabbed Eijiro’s forearm moved down to hold his hand. 

The redhead let out a sigh of relief, “Thank you.” The sickening feeling only bubbled up once more once he continued. Now placing kisses down Izuku’s neck, while his hand went back to tracing up and down his boyfriend’s body. 

He could feel the trembling get worse. He tried to swallow down the panic that was trying to force itself through him as he scraped his teeth against Izuku’s neck. He reached a spot right where his neck and shoulder meet that made Izuku breathe heavier, and whine, right next to Eijiro’s ear. He had no chance. 

Hearing the sound was so different than just the touch. With the touch he could try to think of something else to keep from breaking, but with that noise it shot him right back. Making him realize exactly what he was doing. Exactly what he was about to force himself to do. It was too much. It was all too much. 

The barrier broke. 

The tears and sick feeling he had been trying to hold back now came in full force. He withdrew his hands from Izuku but kept his face in his neck for a moment as he let the tears fall. Izuku tensed under him. Strong arms immediately came to wrap around him. “Ei?” he asked again. His voice sounded so much more panicked than before.

Sounded like Denki did, concern, worry and panic.

Eijiro shook his head, “I-I’m… I’m so sorry, Izuku. I tried, I really did. But I can’t.” the words managed to get choked out between sobs. “I can’t do it, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m broken.” 

He couldn’t see Izuku’s face, but with the silence he could only imagine what he had thought of when he first came up with this plan. The soft smile, ready to let him down slow. To end things with him. He deserved it anyways, for not being enough. He shut his eyes tightly, not wanting to see it when he felt Izuku start to pull away.

Suddenly he was being picked up, and placed on the bed. “Ei… Look at me, please.” Izuku’s voice was shaking, that he wouldn’t pick up until later. But he didn’t need to. Once he finally managed to open his eyes and look at Izuku’s face. The thought of Izuku letting him down slow with that smile vanished instantly.  

Izuku had tears in his eyes too. He looked like he wanted nothing more than to hold him more at that moment. “Please, just breathe, okay? Then we can talk, I’m just confused.” He was more than confused. Eijiro could see it. But he accepted that for now. And slowly worked through calming himself down from the panic attack. 

He looked back at Izuku and nodded, “‘m okay to talk now…” 

Izuku smiled at him, genuinely luckily, and nodded back. “Okay, please tell me what you meant by that…?” 

Eijiro looked off to the side, not wanting to meet those sad green eyes again as he gathered his thoughts to explain. 

“I never, ever really, felt anything like that towards anyone. Whenever I’d get a crush, I couldn’t even imagine anything like that with them… This is just how I’ve been. And I just thought that eventually, I’d get those feelings. They didn’t come. And when I fell for all of you, I thought, okay maybe once I’m comfortable with them, maybe it’s just because I’m nervous at the thought of it that it was like that… But I am comfortable with all of you, I trust all of you.” 

He sniffled, rubbing at his eye as he could feel more tears threatening to spill. 

“I realized that I probably won’t ever want to do anything like that. Or be comfortable with it. Even when it came to you guys, any thought of that I felt… Gross and uncomfortable and panicky. But, I know a lot of people, most people say that that is an important part in a relationship. And-And I didn’t… Didn’t want to be a bad boyfriend. I want you guys to be happy and satisfied and content and… all of that… and if you all wanted that to be happy, then… you wouldn’t want me…” 

“Eijiro…” Izuku’s voice was barely above a whisper, in more shock than actually wanting to get his attention or stop his talking. 

“So I thought, maybe. Maybe if I can just bare it once. Then I’d stop feeling that way. But, I-I couldn’t… so…” He finally let the tears fall as he shrugged. That was the end, he was expecting Izuku to agree with him. But when he looked up at Izuku’s face.

There were tears falling at a rapid pace down his pretty freckled cheeks, his mouth was slightly open in shock. “Eijiro… Can-Can I hug you?” Eijiro barely let him finish his sentence before he practically lept at Izuku. Holding him tightly, Izuku held him just as tight. 

“You don’t have to do anything that makes you feel like that, it doesn’t matter. None of us will think any less of you for that. We love you. It isn’t about sex or anything! We love you. Please, please don’t force yourself, if one day you do feel okay to try then that’s okay! If not? Then that’s also okay. You aren’t broken, Eijiro. You’re perfect.” 

Eijiro sobbed as Izuku spoke, murmuring ‘Thank you’s and ‘I love you’s between breaths and sobs. They stayed like that until both of them fell into a comfortable silence. Cuddling and holding one another, perfectly content. 

That night Izuku introduced him to a new term. One that meant exactly what Eijiro had thought was him being ‘broken’. The term was ‘Asexual’. He wasn’t broken, he wasn’t wrong, he’s Asexual. 

Now, many years later, as a pro-hero that is married to his partners, Eijiro wears that label with pride.

RadioHuskerDust fic

AN: Hi, I decided to write my first individual Hazbin Hotel fic. This fic is on the poly ship of RadioHuskerDust / Alastor X Husk X Angel Dust. I apologize if any of them are out of character. Anyways I hope you enjoy the fic. 

Summary: Months had passed since Alastor had started helping with the hotel. He had always claimed that he only stayed for his own enjoyment and would leave whenever he wished. However he found himself getting more attached to the hotel and the staff there, specifically Husk and Angel Dust. 

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Six months, four weeks, five days, thirteen hours, thirty two seconds and counting. That is how long the radio demon had been helping manage Hazbin Hotel. Alastor hadn’t expected to find as much enjoyment as he did helping with this project. However as time had gone on, he found that he was enjoying being there and specifically growing closer to the staff there. He helped Charlie come up with ideas on the development of the hotel and occasional song development for fun, he helped Nifty with tidying up and sometimes took over the cleaning duties so she could rest, he even started helping Vaggie with the reputation of the hotel. Though the two that he spent the most time around were Husk and Angel Dust. 

Even before the hotel, Alastor always had a bit of a soft spot for Husk. He considered the cat demon to be one of his closest friends and it had been that way for some time. Then Angel Dust came bursting into the radio demon’s life. At first Alastor found Angel rather sex-driven and overly flirtatious. However over time, Alastor got to know Angel better and eventually developed another soft spot this time for the spider demon. Alastor became closer to both of them and enjoyed their company most out of the others at the hotel. He couldn’t quite understand why he had found more enjoyment being with them but he didn’t question much of it. 

Only a few others were surprised when Angel and Husk started dating. The two fit together very well despite being almost opposites in personality. They helped and cared for each other through their issues and pain. The other staff members grew to support the relationship as they saw how it was helping both of them. Especially Alastor who was the most supportive. Though he was surprised how not much changed after that. Angel and Husk still invited the radio demon along to their outings many times as they usually would. Alastor continued to grow closer to the two and supported them. Though what he didn’t realize at first was that they spent more time with him than with the others. He didn’t know this until one day at the hotel.

Alastor was helping Charlie brainstorm new activities for the hotel. The princess of hell was starting to assign different roles to the staff members when she stopped and smiled. “Charming demon belle, I must inquire as to what has caught your thoughts.” The radio demon spoke up with curiosity. 

“Well when I was figuring out the roles I realized I had instinctively put you, Angel, and Husk all together. Since you three have been spending so much time together.” Charlie replied with an even bigger smile. 

“That is true though they often spend time with everyone.” Alastor remarked.

“Yeah but not as much as with you. The three of you have become like three peas in a pod.” Charlie giggled at her own reference. 

This had made Alastor have to step back and ponder the words. The more he thought about it the more he realized that Charlie had been right. He had seen Angel and Husk with the others before but not nearly as much as he had been with them. Though he wasn’t sure why they were choosing to spend more with him then the others. He made a mental note to ask them about it later. For now though he focused on helping Charlie. 

That later time had become the next day as Alastor hadn’t seen them until then. He had been heading to his office in the hotel when he noticed Angel and Husk at the bar together. The radio demon paused for a moment as he remembered his conversation with Charlie. He decided to bring it up and walked into the room. 

“Dusty! Husker! My good friends. How are you on this fine day?” Alastor greeted them as he strolled over to the bar, taking a seat beside Angel. 

“I’m doing just fine, Strawberry. I was just telling Kitty here how I’ve been amazing on the new pole the club has.” Angel spoke.

“You were also saying that there should be a pole here but there’s no way in hell that Charlie or Vaggie is gonna agree to that shit.” Husk remarked from behind the bar.

“That is true as they barely agreed to this bar. I will take your word for your pole dancing skills though.” Alastor replied.

There was a comfortable silence after that as Husk started looking through the different bottles and Angel was checking social media. At this point Alastor decided to bring up the main point he wished to ask them.

“Well I was meaning to ask you two about something. Earlier I was discussing ideas with Charlie when she had mentioned how us three had been spending a lot of time together. I agreed that we had but I suppose I didn’t realize exactly how much. Now I very much enjoy the company of both of you. However I wonder why you two enjoy my company as usually others don’t. The usual reaction to my company is fleeing. Yet you two seem to enjoy it. May I ask why?” Alastor inquired.

Angel Dust and Husk turned to look at each other and seemed to have this silent conversation. After a few moments they both turned back to face Alastor.

“I’ll be honest, sugar, when I first met ya I thought you were a smiling creepy weirdo ‘cause that it seemed like and everyone kept saying it. Now though you’re honestly an alright guy. You’re fucked up but so is everyone else here. You care about others and this place even if you got a weird way of showing it. So yeah I like having you around and I like ya.” Angel spoke with sincerity. 

“I can agree. I know you and I haven’t always gotten along due to a lot of shit but you’re better than a lot of demons in hell. I always thought I couldn’t love but that changed after being here. I care about Angel and I care about you. I know that is true.” Husk remarked.

Alastor sat there for a few minutes as he processed the words. He had become so used to people fleeing and avoiding him. So now he wasn’t sure what to make of the two’s confession of actually liking and caring about the radio demon. His gaze went back and forth between Angel and Husk for a bit before he stood up and looked away. 

“I need to think.” Alastor managed to speak before walking out of the room and heading to his office.

Time passed much later and Alastor had stayed in his office since then. His mind could barely come to a clear stream of thought as his focus kept directing back to the conversation earlier. The way Angel and Husk had spoken to him was full of such sincerity with looks of possible fondness like how they looked at each other. No no he shouldn’t think that way. Though he just can’t seem to let go of that thought. The thought of being with them in possibly more than a friendly way. He tried to insist that he shouldn’t think that way but his mind wouldn’t listen. Polyamory wasn’t new to hell after all. However Alastor never thought he was one for it. He had been in relationships when he was alive but it didn’t feel like how he was feeling now. 

There was a pause as Alastor let out a long sigh. He knew that in order to clear his thoughts he had to go back and talk with Angel and Husk again. A glance at the time told him that the two were likely in their shared room due to the curfew that Charlie insisted on. He went out of his office and strolled down the hallways before eventually stopping at a room. He paused for a moment before giving three precise knocks with a slight rhythm, a habit he had developed. 

A few minutes passed with no response and Alastor began to wonder if they were asleep. Then the door finally swung open to reveal a sleepy looking Angel Dust. 

“Al?” Angel mumbled out as he rubbed his eyes.

“Is that Alastor?” A familiar gruff voice was heard from the room before Husk also appeared in the doorway.

“Sorry for disturbing you two. I just wished to discuss what occurred earlier and explain some things.” Alastor spoke.

Angel and Husk both nodded in understanding and stepped back from the doorway to let Alastor in. The radio demon stepped inside the room and took a moment to collect his thoughts before speaking up again.

“I also apologize for my sudden leave earlier. My mind was in shock and couldn’t process it at the time. However now that I have thought about it there’s a few things I need to make clear.” Alastor paused for a moment.

The other two demons listened intently and waited for Alastor to continue. 

“Now as I spoke of earlier, I enjoy the company of you two and the growing friendship with it. I could go on for weeks about how I care about each of you. However as this went on, I realized my own feelings were more complex than I first thought. I had also realized how I enjoyed being around you two more than others. At first I considered this because of how close I felt with both of you. Then eventually I realized it wasn’t that simple. There is something different about you two and I don't entirely understand what it is. All I know is that my emotions toward both of you are different, intense, and more caring.” Alastor explained.

There was a long pause before either of them responded.

“Al baby, can we hug ya?” Angel finally spoke up with a smile.

Alastor looked at both of them and found looks of acceptance and mutual feelings. He gave a nod before being pulled into a group hug.

The radio demon let out a relieved sigh as he relaxed in the embrace of the two other demons.

“I know we’re all probably gonna have to talk about this later but I am damn exhausted. So let’s just talk in the morning.” Husk remarked with a yawn. 

“Right I understand. I shall talk with both of you in the morning.” Alastor replied before starting to leave.

However Alastor was stopped by someone grabbing his arm. He looked over and saw Husk stopping him. 

“You don’t have to leave you know. You can just rest with us if you want.” Husk spoke before letting go of his arm.

Alastor thought for a moment before nodding in agreement. He slipped off his coat, tie, and shoes then walked over to the bed. Angel Dust laid down and pulled Alastor and Husk into his arms. The radio demon rested his head against Angel’s chest. Husk did the same and gently rested his claw against Alastor’s who didn’t pull away. 

As the three demons started to fall asleep, there was a mutual feeling of peace. This would definitely change things but they knew that it would be a good change. 

Millstones

Shanks openly relished the pirate life: he could name one hundred reasons to become a buccaneer, and that oh-so-proverbial One Piece every rookie dreamt about wouldn’t be listed among the first thirty. This man loved listening to waves rustling; he could spend hours admiring the landscape while holding the ship’s wheel and staring into nowhere – but with the same zeal he threw himself into battle standing up for his friends and crewmates. And a good fight is sure to be celebrated by a downpour of sake, a loud burst of laughter and a couple of brazen jokes around the campfire somewhere far away. Isn’t it what happiness is all about?

He long forgot the place he called home. Was it a little windswept archipelago somewhere in the middle of the Grand Line? Or, perhaps, a bustling city that never sleeps? Or, probably, a tiny village on the outskirts of the Goa Kingdom where he tended to return in attempt to remember the good old times and to order a mug of sake while singing a song unanimously with other frequenters?..

Red-haired Shanks grunted under his breath and turned the ship to the left. Out of the corner of the eye the man caught the glimpse of a sea king coming to the surface. Oddly enough, this one didn’t pay the slightest attention to them: the creature had either managed to devour another crew chasing Gol D. Roger’s treasure, or simply took no notice of the vessel. Making sure the ruthless animal swam away, the pirate consulted his log pose – and in a couple of seconds he spotted the familiar sky-line of the Goa Kingdom: a city surrounded by a thick wall with a swarm of windmills in the distance. They moved in the same fashion, clockwise, peacefully and steadily, filling the air with quiet and mollifying creaking everybody was accustomed to. Even the fragrance of this wonderful place was unique: clear, slightly salty and dusty as if abundant in flour that never trickled out of the millstones completely.

Long time ago – a whole eternity ago! – he saved Luffy from a sea king and lost his arm in the process. A ridiculous price for a funny kid who managed to create problems whenever he went naively smiling all the way. Shanks couldn’t put his finger on his behavior: how dared this child roughly as tall as his leg challenge someone much stronger! But despite his obvious paternal affection for the brave boy, there was definitely something else that attracted him to the tavern not far from the biggest windmill.

Although Shanks didn’t have his own kids, he as well as his crew enjoyed talking to Luffy days on end telling unbelievable stories about their adventures. The lad whose eyes were beaming with anticipation caught every word evincing sheer awe and reverence. Listening to the pirates, he imagined himself to be one, and didn’t even doubt he would be lucky enough to get into a bit of a scrape to fight back any offender.

But Luffy wasn’t the only one who delighted pirate tales. The hostess of the tavern, calm and light-hearted Makino, dwelled on every word spoken as if she herself were a little girl. She knew she wouldn’t exchange her settled life for the fierce and unpredictable ocean but the exciting fables soon interwove into her daily routine turning into a significant part of the world she lived in. Every evening Shanks dropped in at the tavern, ordered a whole barrel of sake for his crew – and laughed, recalling the most mind-blowing events that took everybody’s breath away. These were miraculous days, weren’t they?

The red-haired man grinned to himself recollecting the night when Makino, who just started wiping off plates, ventured to ask an odd question – he needed a solid minute to ponder over it and give her a decent reply.

“Shanks-san,” she called him quietly and put the plates on a shelf feeling sheepish, “Aren’t you…” the woman raised her eyes to audaciously look at him, “Aren’t you afraid? Aren’t you scared at all?”

He thought for a second, sipped on his drink and adjusted the straw hat that hadn’t yet made its way to Luffy. “Afraid,” he finally deduced and pushed his mug aside, “But not for myself.”

Shanks turned his head in the direction of his friends stuffing themselves with meat and arguing about mermaids. Someone began to sing – slightly out of tune, –and the rest cheerfully took up, though not unanimously at all. The woman got perplexed for a moment or two – and, amazed to a fault, kept staring at the visitor in the straw hat not fully comprehending what he meant by this.

The man laughed, “Just imagine what kind of mess Luffy can make when we sails away! He’s ready to challenge a sea king to prove his strength and audacity,” Shanks bestowed a broad smile on her folding his hands on the table, “But I believe one day he’ll become more cauti–”

At this very moment, ‘the cautious kid’ caused a huge knife to fall. Luffy was about to yell at the top of his lungs – but immediately noticed the heaven-sent hand of the red-haired man and closed his cry-contorted mouth. His orbs sparkled – the boy got charmed again.

However, it wasn’t the only time Makino asked bizarre questions: she was genuinely enthralled by his lifestyle even though she never wanted to be a pirate. He liked that disclosed interest, curiosity to the foreign world of his, and bit by bit such discussions created a tight bond of friendship between them which somewhat impelled the crewmates to shamelessly tease their captain – not unkindly, of course. His comrades didn’t mean anything bad – they simply relished the sight of the normally collected hostess who now smiled meekly and blushed slightly. Taking it as a certain sign, the captain cut the jokes short with a loud laugh and another mug of sake.

Thing ran their course.

It’s been quite some time since then… Ace died almost two years ago, Luffy is already up in arms, and the millstones are working just as steadily, turning wheat into flour. When did he visit the place last time?.. It was simply indecent on his part considering the amount of time he spent there. Is the mayor just as grumpy and meticulous as he used to be? And what about that bandit, Dadan, Luffy told so much about? Is she doing fine? And the tavern where he hung out so often with his crew, is it in the same place?..

For a moment the red-haired man yielded to a vague feeling of nostalgia: the reminiscences goaded him to squeeze out a lopsided grin, and the decision he’d recently made, got its shape: the yonko was absolutely sure of the actions he was about to perform.

“Welcome to the Goa Kingdom!” he declared in a stentorian voice turning to face his boatswain ready to comply with the ensuing command. “Time to have some fun, guys!”

This order was met by a loud explosion of shenanigans: they’d just savored a good fight, and now they were eager to live it up.

*** “Makino been at ‘ome fo’ a week already,” a sprightly old lady reported to Shanks while giving hearty slaps to presumptuous pirates. “’er boy got ill. But drop in at ‘er place anyway, she’ll be ‘appy to see ya. It isn’t too fa’ from ‘ere… Bah! Where ya goin’ bone’ead?!” the old crone quacked and hit someone with a beer mug she was holding. “So, just ‘ound the corne’… those gates. Damn you, Satan!”

The red-haired pirate grinned at the educational methods that old woman employed, gave her a golden coin and left the tavern. His feet brought him directly to the neat small house with huge flower beds in front. The man didn’t get what the bartender meant by ‘her boy got ill’ but the galvanic yearning for the past demanded new memories and Makino indeed was an integral part of the time he spent here and needed so desperately. Shanks automatically noticed that he became the center of attention: those who didn’t know he used to visit the village raked their brains as to why one of the yonkos decided to come while his friends, along with the mayor, were genuinely joyous to see him and greeted the man asking for how long he planned to stay. There were others, suspicious ones, who revealed their growing displeasure and apprehension – but they tended to avoid any eye-contact with the guest.

Makino’s cottage looked even smaller when he approached it: the house reminded him of the tiny huts he saw at the Pigmy Island but seemed solid enough to handle a powerful hurricane. Shanks couldn’t recollect whether he ever paid visits to his friends: there was no point doing it as they met at the tavern every evening to discuss recent local news And now… he felt almost embarrassed.

He knocked – and heard a clear voice.

“Wait a minute!” Makino was certainly busy, “I’m ̶ Shanks-san?!”

Opening the door, Makino froze at the sight of the man at the threshold: the young woman was holding a hefty bundle with a sniffing baby – with the free hand, she tried to do her hair.

“Are you here for long..?” she attempted to atone, her lips smiling irresolutely.

“No… I dunno.”

She adjusted her son to hold him comfortably, pushed the door open and stepped aside letting the guest in. Despite their common past where no one hid anything from the other, currently both of them felt perplexed and confused: Shanks realized he came amiss, and Makino simply didn’t expect to see the man she used to read about emerging in her tiny cottage. Since he became a yonko, she stopped waiting for his loud visits: a man of importance like him – even if a pirate, – probably had more significant affairs to deal with than singing songs somewhere in a godforsaken village.

Closing the door behind him, the young woman unswathed the parcel and made sure the baby felt better. In a moment, she placed him on the floor and gave him his favorite toy – a plush parrot which was immediately seized by a viselike grip of two chubby hands.

“How you doing?” the pirate asked nonchalantly perusing the modest, spick and span room and finally swiveling his eyes to look at the roly poly tyke crawling around. “What a swashbuckling lady replaced you,” he mentioned with a short laugh. “She’s a real smasher. Can kick anyone out of the pub!”

“Oh… Kagurumi-san… she has her own approach to problem clients,” Makino gave out a small but nonetheless genuine smile bit by bit getting accustomed to his company and his manners that didn’t change at all. “What about you? Have you seen Luffy? I’ve read something in a newspaper but… since he… since… that day I heard a number of things but I am not sure what exactly should be trusted.”

“Luffy’s fine. He’s coped with Ace’s death and is ready to make a scoop and win all front pages,” Shanks said firmly instantly getting the facts straight and calling it the way he saw it – he had to be the reasonable one even though Makino had a hard time speaking about the situation. “Don’t worry about him: he’s already striving to get in trouble.” The yonko broke into a smile, sat down on the sofa and pointed to the boy with a subtle nod of his head: the kid had been playing with the dark cloth of Shanks’ coat probably considering it a better toy. “What’s his name?” “Kenta. Kenta, don’t touch it.” Her delicate hand tenderly brushed across the plump fingers. “No.”

“Why not?” the man’s smile grew even broader, and he sat the boy in his lap. “How old ‘re ye, pal?”

“Not… too much.”

The conversation dragged. Makino clearly felt reluctant to discuss her personal life: she was either afraid of mocking and misunderstanding, or instinctively realized she had fallen in love with the man who kept her company during those long nights at the tavern filled with stories about other islands and seas. She loved his tales and his smile; she adored his laugh and sonorous voice – she even found herself enchanted by his manners sufficiently graceful for a pirate. But the woman never thought it could go further anytime soon. Don’t friends see each other as beautiful, kind people? Don’t they acknowledge the best in one another? Don’t they admire each other?..

The woman sat there, motionless and calm, but it was obvious she couldn’t ease the tension even though she tried to seem friendly.

“If I’m unwanted here, I’ll go,” Shanks spotted her nervousness and adjusted the collar of his coat, evidently about to stand up. “We happened to be around, so of course everyone was eager to remember the best moments of the past… to have a look at good ol’ Windmill. I’m sorry if I meddled in.” he said in the same light-hearted voice not holding any grudge against her.

She replied by a tender, smooth gesture – the woman put her hand onto his shoulder. Kenta, not paying attention to his mother’s agitation, examined the stranger awkwardly standing up and trying to reach the flaming red hair. The man looked so extraordinary – he never met anyone like this among his mom’s guests.

“We all were shocked when… this happened,” the smile faded away for a second, and the eyes got hazy. “I mean, Ace and Whitebeard's death. When Garp came, even Dadan wasn’t her usual self – you remember, that mountain bandit who raised Luffy and… the rest.” She didn’t dare call Ace by the name the second time. “But bit by bit everything’s falling into place, and… if Luffy did it, we will succeed too.” The woman stated in the voice laced with confidence, her bright eyes staring at Shanks. “The whole world is reconstructing, and we are not an exception, fortunately or unfortunately. We have to adapt as well. Thankfully, Goa isn’t the place every single pirate darts to conquer, so everything’s more or less quiet here.” Makino eventually managed to get rid of stiffness. “What about you? How are you, Shanks-san?..”

“Whitebeard’s death is definitely a tragedy for everyone,” he drawled pensively automatically playing with Makino’s son. “And it did multiply the number of problems to deal with. But we’re still trying to live the same way and to do whatever we did before the new era: to have fun, to fight and to drink.” He let out another laughter and brought Kenta up to his shoulder. “Look, what a rider you have here!”

The boy giggled and hugged the pirate by the neck.

Makino slightly blushed. “He… likes you. He doesn’t normally trust people so easily but you seem to make a good impression. I’m afraid he’s going to chase you just like Luffy!” she shook her head in a histrionic reproach.

“So Windmill is going to have a pirate dynasty? Our future Pirate King will be happy to know there’s someone to inherit the skills!”

All of a sudden the mood lightened by itself: Makino released herself and relaxed, cheerfully laughing at the crass jokes he always spilled. The balance restored into the universe: the woman no longer shied away from the guest and honestly replied to his simple questions; she even mentioned what she used to be doing before his visit to the village. He listened to her carefully catching every word, japed and reminisced on certain occasions that came to his mind. Sometimes, making Kenta participate in the confabulation, Shanks questioned him as well just to hear a short ‘yea’ or displeased sniff.

The day was declining, but even after lulling her son to sleep, Makino didn’t intend to part ways with the man who returned just to say hello and to check up on her.

“Have you… rented anything?” she requested quietly, taking off her bandanna protecting her head from the burning sun. “If not, you can stay over. Of course if you don’t mind.” She hurried to add wondering whether she’d gone too far.

Shanks quirked his eyebrows and scratched the tip of his nose. “Why not?.. If anything I should pay a little bit more attention to my closest friend. In fact, I was kinda scared I frightened you.” He noticed undoing the laces of his coat.

She emitted a soft laugh grabbing the outerwear off his hand and hanging it on a peg. “I’m not afraid of you, I’m afraid of the changes you’re bringing along,” she answered simply. “But now I understand that we are… protected. We have nothing to be scared of with a friend like you,” Makino said in whisper, in a barely audible tone. Not switching on the lights, she dared give the guest a bear hug – even though it was evanescent and ephemeral, she managed to express her emotions the best way she could – with innate modesty and chastity. “Thank you. If only had I known how to thank you properly…”

Shanks caught her fingers and pressed the narrow pale hand to his lips. “You have provided a shelter. A pirate wouldn’t even dream about a bigger thing.” He let go off her hand and pulled away from her, his smile friendly and cordial and yet exposing some unknown fatigue Makino had never come across before. 

“Good night, Makino. I am glad to know we are friends regardless our long separation. You know, it’s so disrespectful of us to keep each other in the dark. But we didn’t have a choice!” he made a helpless gesture with his hand and disappeared in the room she had prepared for him to immediately fall into deep slumber.

And the hostess after putting her son’s toys in the box, shook her head and covered Shanks with a blanket: the nights may grow cold, and he certainly had enough of chilling wind on board. He deserved the comfort of the settled life he willingly rejected – he would never get used to that anyway…

The Truths Found On Petram Viridios IV (3/?)

A/n: this is a long chapter. Hope you guys like it. In this chapter I referenced @hoodoo12 fic Inked

Read Part 1, Part 2

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Chapter 3: Do You?

"Are you having a good time?" he wondered as you were picking at your meal, and drawing faces in it.

"It's been pleasant enough." you admitted; shifting in your seat to sit up properly. "You've certainly made it easy on me."

You appreciated how the time passed so easily with the chemist's want and eagerness for conversation. He was well-spoken, and nothing lacked but whether it was you or your wandering mind, you had the feeling of wanting to go home; to relax on Rick's couch and watch a silly movie, but the night would go on. Intrigued by your earlier statement, V'gha studied you for a moment, not so unlike the way Zeta-7 would. Flexing his thick fingers, and smirking as though he had found the secrets of the universe and not intending on sharing it, he rested his chin on his now clasped hands."Would you care to elaborate?"

"Sure. I believe it's because, despite our differences, you're not so bad. I was worried that you were going to be overly serious, but it's been fun chatting with you."

"Well," he started, "I hope you won't be offended by me saying this, but I thought you were going to be more Neanderthal."

"You know," you giggled. "I get that a lot."

It never occurred to you to expect anything to really happen right now, but through half-lidded eyes, there were flecks of melancholy along with another emotion you couldn't quite detect. It passed quickly as light amusement colored his voice. "Is self-deprecating humor common among your kind? It doesn't matter. You nonetheless contain an intellect that I can only describe as affable. Are all humans this way?"

"I don't know, I can't speak for my kind, but I can speak for myself. I think in my case," You considered with seriousness, trying to refrain from sharing too many details. "it's what happens when you live as I do; close to a mad genius who enjoys his work as much as his garden. No really," you paused, playing around with your cloth napkin. "it's nothing special. I wish I could give you a highly detailed explanation, but I don't consider myself much of an intellectual. I do learn something new everyday. I think that counts for something."

Nodding in agreement, he made an attempt to consume his meal of fried klema paste, but could only manage a small bite as he too gave up on trying to believe it was halfway edible. "If I would've been in my lab, I could've shown you a recipe for a formula that attracts insectoids large enough to feed a family for a month. Even the bitter, old, beetletoids would taste better than what we've been served tonight."

You had a feeling that the meals were chosen by a machine that couldn't determine what would be better; pleasing the taste buds or feeding the vitamin deficiencies; it seemed to be the latter.

"I'm sad to tell you that I don't eat insects or insectoids. Though," you smiled. "I appreciate the sentiment. Where I'm from, you either love them or despise them. There isn't much of an in-between. For my part, I admire them. Like, there's these cute little guy's called roly-polys. They kind of look like little pills and they hang out in dead leaves and stuff. Oh, and don't even get me started on iridescent insects. They're just so beautiful, like living jewels. Too bad I don't have an eloquent explanation to give you."

"Do you mean to say that insectoids or insects as you refer to them, are minuscule creatures where you're from? How fascinating. And stranger still," he gestured at your outfit. "I was just thinking that you appear somewhat iridescent yourself."

He must've been referring to the sequins on your dress which were mildly reflective and multichromatic. "That was the point," you joked readily. "to look as though I could fly away at any moment. At least that's the story I'm sticking with, but don't tell anyone I left my private jet at home."

"Well, it does suit you. Has anyone told you that?"

If he meant either your dress, attitude, or both, then Rick had but you weren't going to tell him that. "No, but thank you."

"Really," he insisted. "I mean it. I…..I can't help but feel as though I know you." Leaning slightly forward, though not so much that it would violate the law, and squinting, he wondered. "Are you sure we haven't met before?"

The multiverse thing was another classified subject on the infinite list of what you weren't allowed to talk about. For all you knew, he might've met another version of yourself or met you in passing in your travels with Rick. "No, we haven't. Maybe I remind you of someone."

Realization struck him, and he dug around in his pockets and pulled out a blank white card. Laying it out on the table, he pressed the corner of it, and it produced a hologram; it was a Salamandrian with vibrant coloring and stripes that made you wonder if they glowed in the dark. "That's why I've been perplexed. You remind me of her; an old colleague of mine."

"She's beautiful."

"Yes, I thought so too. We used to work in the same lab together and were close to a breakthrough which could've assisted with premature aging which my species are prone to, but it wasn't meant to be. We ran out of funding and while working on another project, she collapsed. Before I knew it, she succumbed to rapid aging. Cha'thxa was amiable like yourself and loved to joke around. I believe that's why we were good friends."

"It's always the good ones. I'm sorry."

Replacing the card back into his pocket, he sobered. "It's alright. That was half a lifetime ago, but it's odd how events can trigger these recollections. Thank you."

"For what?"

"For these interactions of ours. It made me feel youthful."

What? Now that couldn't be right. If it hadn't been such an odd thing for him to say, you wouldn't have given a second thought to how he had spoken and carried himself. Really, you thought he was younger than yourself. "How old are you exactly? You don't look mature."

Taking a long sip of his beverage, he admitted with amusement. "Let's just say that the equivalent in human years is roughly 64.322 years old."

"What? No way. I wouldn't have ever guessed, but it shows what I know."

Though you weren't an expert on reptiles either, so how could you have known?

"Would it have really mattered? The only difference it would have made was perhaps in the way you would've treated me. I don't enjoy being treated as though I'm feeble-minded and will collapse at any moment."

"I promise, I wouldn't have."

"If only it were that simple. I've done the same, except I did the opposite and discriminated against someone far younger than I was and believed them foolish, but now that I've seen more of the world, and have familiarized myself with the universe through my travels and mostly through my studies, I realize how wrong I was. These days, I intend to live out the rest of my life to the fullest and to not be ashamed of it. And keeping in mind with that," he paused, ruminating on what he was about to ask. He continued. "I hope this isn't presumptuous of me to ask, but I'd love to invite you to my home planet." And with that winning, sharp-toothed smile, he explained. "Warm bodies are now allowed to visit and I would love to show you my dwelling. I believe you'd enjoy the view of the river. You seem to be the type that would never tire of good company."

It was a shame that he was such a fascinating creature, for you two might've been able to be good friends in a different life. "I do enjoy good company and most likely I would love the river, but under my current circumstances, I'm sorry to say it probably wouldn't be a good idea."

Calmly, he wondered. "Is it because of that human we saw a few hours ago is your mate?"

"Yes," you answered without hesitation. "I would consider him so."

"Forgive me then, for I didn't know, but I should have come to that conclusion." he remarked sheepishly. "You reek of him and your hormones changed every time I asked you about him."

"Look," you sighed, feeling a little embarrassed at the series of events which led up to this. "it's alright. I think it's the guidelines of this event that prevent us from being in each other's presence, but even if it's a crime, I wish he was here. I'm sorry if I acted out of place otherwise."

Giving you a wink, V'gha rose and gently took your hand; not only was it against the law, but against his character. You were going to pull away, but he said in Rick's voice. "Terminate simulation."

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You removed the headset you had forgotten you were wearing. "Oh no, did I mess up again? Would I have died of food poisoning? Dysentery? I swear this is harder than the Oregon Trail."

"N-no, you did alright." he said at first, thoughtfully tapping at charts across his multiple screens set up. "Every time you were presented with a-a challenge, you followed the protocols and procedures just as you were instructed, but it's when you depart the ship which has my calculations going all over th-the place. Gosh, I now realize that it - it doesn't matter which of the guests are assigned as your companion. There is a 33.682% chance that they'd take a romantic interest in you, while there's only a 7% chance of you taking interest in them."

"Ricky, what in the world are you talking about?" You were sure that all of it was simply meant to be a learning experience and that none of it was real. However, considering it was meant to be a realistic simulation, the possibility of romance was there, despite how minimal the chances were. "I thought the reason we were going through the simulation was so that I wouldn't jeopardize the mission. Am I to understand that you don't want me to go because you discovered there's a small chance that a guest or two might fall for me?"

He scratched the back of his neck, wary to meet your questioning gaze. "Gee, I wouldn't have phrased it th-that way. I just....I-I don't like it."

"Oh my goodness," you couldn't help but exclaim. "Rick, are you jealous?"

It was always surprising when he was for it happened so rarely, and when it did you were more flattered then concerned. You continued. "I thought these scenarios always end the same way. You know I only want to be with you, even at the risk of my life. Why these aliens would take an interest in me, I'll never know, but it's cool that the people I'm assigned to are fascinating characters. Doesn't it prove that I'm ready for this mission? I kept the sharing of valuable information to a minimum, and I got along with mostly everyone."

"Gee, I don't know. Y-you're almost ready. However," he pointed at his computer screen. "there are anomalies in some of the earlier models which are concerning. In scenario 3, 7, and 15, the chances of my extermination were 18.475% because I-I allowed myself to get distracted from the mission. In scenarios 17, 19, and 25, there's such a minuscule change that we can forget them altogether. Yet, in the last five scenarios, especially this last simulation, it jumped to 42% and I ended it before things w-would've gone sour. Golly, studying the patterns between them all taught me that you're attractive t-t-to multiple species."

"What can I say, must be my animal magnetism." you teased as you wiggled your eyes brows.

Thoroughly worried, he sighed. "It appears so."

"Come on Ricky," you softened. "I'm only kidding. Listen, why don't you disguise yourself as V'gha, while one of your robot clones handles the mission? Out of all of them, V'gha was one of the nicest. We can knock him out temporarily."

"That could work, but that's highly risky."

"How so?"

"Because staying alive means I-I can't do this."

Wrapping an arm about your waist, the beginnings of a smile were taking place. "For this, I'd get my arms chopped off. It's due t-to the fact that centuries ago a war broke out from a single incident that occurred b-between two rivals who fought for the love of a Milleannos grounds protector whose sole purpose was to guard and tend to the bud that would never bloom in their lifetime. So, this kind of behavior between us is a big no-no. At least as non-royals of Petram Viridios IV." And pressing a kiss to your temple, he chuckled. "I don't know what'd happen to me if I did that, but I-I wouldn't want to find out."

"Do the inhabitants of that planet learn their traditions through tall tales?"

"I-I don't know, but it doesn't seem that far-fetched. It's um - it's possible that over time, they've needed t-to learn sets of skills in order to survive in the once harsh terrain, but seeing how they were able to preserve their culture for hundreds of thousands of years, they must be doing something right. Still, knowing all this, I-I doubt I could keep my cool and stay away from you. Apparently, the simulations tell me the same thing."

"In that case," you softened. "I might have to remove myself from this mission. After all, I don't want you to think I'm trying to woo a few strangers."

"Boy, I-I didn't mean it t-t-to sound that way."

"Of course not, but you told me the truth. And you're entitled to it in some respects. Though, while you spoke of data and calculations, you didn't ask me how I felt. Why not dear? I'm not ashamed to tell you."

Yet, he seemed ashamed to ask. "Did - did you feel anything?"

Smoothing out the lines about his mouth and eyes with your fingers, you confessed. "I felt flattered by their attention, and their company wasn't that bad. I felt……well, like a person in society, who meets and meets dozens of people, and only really takes interest when the conversation is somewhat comfortable and familiar, but I wanted you there to enjoy it too. " Pointing towards the monitors, you continued." If you take a closer look at the data on my brain waves, changes of hormones, and heart rate, then you'll see where my mind and heart truly was. In nearly all of them, I saw parts of you. Not so much physically, but there were personality traits that were so much like your own, I almost didn't feel so lonely. Yet, I never stopped searching for you in them, and in the world around me, in silence, in smiles over knowings, and in reminiscences, hoping you would come and could be in my reach."

Resting his hand atop yours, he sighed. "Th-that explains a few things."

"Does it? I know you were watching as it played out. And don't think I didn't know what you did this time around. I know it was you on that stage, veiled, and far away. Was that also part of the simulation? It…it felt so real. Somehow our souls were closer then they'd ever been."

"I added the possibility of being asked t-to play the Tremen orb bush. When played, it does induce a trance-like state, but during that part of the simulation, I-I tried to keep you calm because y-you were in the beginning stages of a panic attack."

It must've been because of the claustrophobic feeling of being in a chamber. So you hadn't been alone. "Dear, did you hold me and keep me safe?"

"In a manner of speaking. Y-you weren't in any immediate danger, but I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable. So I - I moved my chair over, held your soft hands," he confessed shyly. "and talked to you for a little while. It must've helped for soon enough your vital signs were back to normal."

Yes, he was that sort of man; the kind who'd want to take care of you, and make sure you're alright; who'd give up a day in his garden to spend a dozen ensuring that within dreams you'd live to see another. What did you ever do to deserve him?

"I see. You know Rick, despite not bringing it up, I'm sorry that I had to pretend not to know you."

"That's okay."

He understood, way too easily did he understand. Digital planes with hundreds of foreign figures, blades of grass duplicated to fill in spaces, dreamland feelings which were wisps of real ones, he withstood them all. Slipping in and out of realities were preparations for the real tests which had and would continue to come your way. You admired his fortitude because till now he's dealt with the hardships incurred purposely and accidentally.

"Even if it was potentially part of the mission, and you knew I had to do it, it didn't feel good. How….how could I hide the fact that I have such a wonderful friend? You've been one of the dearest, closest friends that I've ever had."

Leaning down, he touched your forehead with his; releasing a breath you didn't know he had been holding. "El mayor - el mayor obstáculo para el amor es… es el temor s-secreto de no ser dignos de ser amados."

"But you are worthy." you reassured him.

"So I am." he accepted.

"Dear, in trying to protect what we have, lying was necessary. Yet, I don't want to pretend that we aren't anything. I love you too much to do that. I don't have any sign or mark of belonging to anyone, and that could've been one of the reasons there were misunderstandings. With V'gha and the others, I was only being friendly."

"I-I know."

"Even if you know, I'm still going to remind you." Resting a hand on his chest, his nervous heart seemed to dance. "Underneath my hand, lies the kind heart of an emotional, passionate genius, and I wouldn't trade that for anything in the world."

Holding you a fraction tighter, his breath ghosted your cheek. "Really?"

"Mhm."

"Can I-I tell you something?"

"Yeah?"

"Everyday with you is better than the last. If we lived on Venus," he chuckled. "our days would've been 5,832 hours long. That's th-the equivalent of 243 Earth days."

"That's a long time. Hmm," you sighed, relishing in the nearness of him; breathing in the scent which wafted off his sweater and labcoat. You thought to yourself, this is how it should always be. "I wish I could've been born sooner so you wouldn't have had to be lonely. If I could've done that much, I would've been able to repay you. Still, despite my disbelief about our relationship at times, it's one of the reasons I carry the necklace. You know, the one you had given me on that memorable day that you were…" you paused as you felt him sag into himself, pulling away from you slightly as though he were ashamed. You continued on. "on that day when those Guard Ricks came because you were needed on the citadel. I regret that I put you through so much stress that day, but I'm glad you don't resent me for it." Pulling out the necklace, you couldn't help but tear up a little. "I look at this beautiful gift every time I need to be reminded that you always believed in me, adored me, and was part of your world."

"Y-you're not part of it, you are my world."

"And you are mine. There's no way I'll ever forget you."

Though, there was a chance you could or that he could have your memories erased; there were things you weren't supposed to know, but did. There had been stranger cases before, and just in case, you had made copies of your memories. "Why, if you ever have to use that memory eraser thing on me or on yourself, I promise I'll remember for the both of us. So please," you urged, giving him a half-impatient, half-loving shake. "don't think that what we have is so easily broken, because I love you and believe in what we are together."

Neither of you spoke for a while after that, but he gave your hands a good squeeze when he came to a resolution. "What if….what if I gave you a sign?"

"I'd think of an Ace Of Base song," you lightly teased. "and then I'd wonder what you could mean."

Rubbing your back, he said above a whisper. "I mean t-t-t-to say, do you…..¿Quieres casarte?"

"What? Did you just…can you repeat that?"

"D-do you want to get married?"

Pulling away from him, you wondered. "Wait, is this real?"

He nodded. "Y-yes."

"And I'm not in a lotus-eater machine right?"

Smoothing out your hair, he confessed. "N-no, I hope not."

After spending days going through multiple simulations, it was easy to assume that everything wasn't real, and was still part of another simulation within a simulation. You pinched yourself and saw that everything was in place. It's not that you weren't happy, it was just that this was a surprise you hadn't been expecting. For his part, he studied you and found that he liked what he saw and pulled out a little box. "I had wanted the moment t-to be perfect, but I don't think that's possible. I can't…..I don't want to be without you anymore."

"I think I need to sit down for this."

Leading you over to the computer chair, you took a seat while he stood before you; antsy and ready to confess. "Mi corazón, I have wanted to do this for so long, but I - I was too afraid t-t-to ask. I think now, I finally can."

Removing his labcoat, and setting it down, he pushed up the sleeve of his sweater; displaying the tattoo he had gotten a few years ago; a single sunflower with such detail it almost looks three dimensional. If it weren’t for the curve of his arm, it would appear that he took the bloom, shrunk it down, and simply laid it on his inner forearm. "When I got this, I wanted something as beautiful as you with me, always, and - and sunflowers are your favorite. You told me they were the epitome of happiness."

You nodded. "My best memories are associated with them."

"I suppose that still holds true, so I'm going to put my faith in that. To explain, I would like to tell you a few things concerning happiness. Everyday I-I go to work, I look forward to the moment I get to see you when I return. Though, when I come home, and the house is quiet, it's easy to remember that I live alone. However, when I see that the pillows have been rearranged in a way I um - in a way I hadn't left them, or find a mug in the sink, or piles of books that hadn't been read yet, I know I'm not alone; that y-you've been here. Gosh," he sniffled, doing his best not to cry. "when I see your sleeping figure on the couch or in the hammock outside, I think to myself that I want this t-t-to be my life. T-to be our life. You're what's missing in th-the equation to my happiness. When I met you, it's like the sun finally came out and I could finally bloom. We might carry bits of - of happiness, but I-I feel incomplete without you by my side. And I think y-you feel the same."

Taking hold of your left hand, he kissed it and his voice was colored with happiness again. In earnest, he wondered. "So, my beautiful little sunflower, as far as getting married is concerned, do you - do you want to?"

Tbc

Five Little Experiments

Notes: Okay- so-- blame @oliviaischillin1204 ? I dunno who to blame, tobehonest- I genuinely couldn’t get this idea out of my head for the longest time, I just... Logan is evil, alright?! That’s all you need for this! No context, I hope you enjoy! 

(Another reason I’m tagging them is because that’s who I originally discussed the idea/HC with, so they’re just as important!! Dunno if this whole thing will come out before or after theirs that is similar, but either way we didn’t steal nothing from one another! Luvyouoliviaaaa <3 Criticism is appreciated if you notice anything you want to comment on! One thing I feel I have a habit of is giving TOO MUCH detail?? I always worry that the reader won’t picture it a certain way, but that shouldn’t really matter- anywho- enough rambling!)

Warnings: Deceit and Remus are in this idea, if they bother you, be careful. Swearing. Teasing. Lots of it, too. This is a TICKLE FIC and it is SFW if you turn this NSFW I WILL SEND ONE OF MY MORE INTIMIDATING FRIENDS AFTER YOU!

Ships: Maybe Poly-sides (CLAIMD -- I like that choice of arrangement, it uses all the letters/sides while being close to a real word- like LAMP/CALM- but yeah-) but can be seen as platonic!

Word Count: ??? Had to go under ‘keep reading’ <3

Five Little Experiments: Prologue

The day started like any other would. You wouldn’t expect to end up in this situation, would you? Neither did any of the aspects Logan saw before him. This was too good to be true, somebody pinch him, he had to be dreaming! We all know that the sides each have a fair share of Lee and Ler moods, but the biggest hint of all was when one side got something even more dangerous.

Hungry Ler Moods.

These were just as harmless as any old Ler mood, don’t get me wrong; the fun idea of seeing someone tickled to pieces and being able to even hear the smile in their voice was reward alone in a Ler mood. At least to most. Hungry Ler Moods, with the Sanders group, has been a fairly... new experiment.

You know Logan just loved that word. 

Experiment. 

Just rolls off the tongue, doesn’t it? He’s used it any chance he got, it may as well be his middle name. Logan Experiment Sanders. Logan loves dragging any of the others into his fun, random and wondrous ideas, much like this one. It was glorious, if he was speaking like Roman. It was adorable, Patton would say. Any of the three so called Dark Sides would claim that this was stupid or a waste of time.

Oh, how excited the nerd was to prove them wrong on that one. 

He sat in a chair, in the middle of the room, everything being pushed well out of the way and transformed into a laboratory instead of their normal living quarters and mind palace. The lab was still their home, that was no surprise. To the current captives point of perspective, it seems they’re all just lined up in the living room. The wall that the couch usually leaned on - same wall to the kitchen - every side was well pinned and shackled. It may look intimidating, but no. This is Logan we’re talking about! He’d never hurt those he loved so dearly.

The walls are grey, the lights were a bit more dim, easy on the eyes, and the tables all lined up the wall to Logan’s right - near Patton’s window spot in videos - holding bottles of chemicals. At least, that’s what it all LOOKED like, who knows what Logan would use those for. Each side’s arms were held up by either side of their head, comfortably hanging just enough to have each Lee’s spots exposed.

“Nice place you got here, Nerdy Wolverine!”

The first to have any courage on speaking wasn’t very surprising. Remus never did know when to keep his mouth shut, why would now be any different? That made Logan chuckle in amusement. This was going to be so much fun.

“Why thank you, Remus. I do say, I quite enjoy a neatly organized lab once in a while. Nice change of pace from the usual soft and, how Patton would say, “cuddly” living space.” Logan’s tone wasn’t teasing. It was pretty calm, actually. He genuinely seemed proud of what he’s come up with.

For some odd enough reason, the lack of teasing made the atmosphere even more Ler like. How was that even possible? The sides are already shackled by the arms and waists with those magic restraints Roman’s inspired them all to use, what more could be needed? In Logan’s mind, just seeing each of his friends squirming and avoiding all eye contact in the state they’re in was reward enough.

“What exactly are we doing here, Specs?”

“I’m actually so glad you asked, Roman. Thank you.” Logan nodded his head in the fanciful side’s direction. For some reason, that just made Roman look away with a tint of pink to his cheeks.

“I can’t help but feel... extra.. hungry, today.”

Now, I know what you’re all wondering. What does this entire set up have to do with Hungry Ler Moods?

“I’m sure you all don’t know what this is yet, so I’ll happily explain. This here,” the man motions to the room around him. “Is an extension of my room. As you’re all aware, our rooms look similar, but are entirely unique to the side in question. Mine, as I’ve set up for now, is a comfortable laboratory-”

“Can you get to the point, Franken-bore?” The logical one narrowed his eyes through his glasses at the snake-like side on the wall. Patience, Logan. You’ll get to him later.

“-A certain laboratory... Where I’m going to take marvelous pleasure in tickling, teasing, and experimenting with every. single. one of you.”

Glad you asked. When a Sanders experiences a “Hungry” Ler Mood, it’s a lot like the original. It means that they have the “hungriest” Ler Mood in the mind space at that moment. Roman may spin a Lee’s name in a hat, and sure, that’s one way to find the aspect with the biggest Lee Mood...

But why would he go through that trouble? Logan isn’t Roman. Logan was planned. Tactical. He took this chance of a Hungry Ler Mood to have ALL the sides at his mercy.

Ahh I’m so sorry that happened! But here’s me, asking for your project details again lol

(Man I hate Tumblr a lot these days... Copy and paste here we go) 

Oh buddy, you’re getting a real treat today. I’m putting this under a cut because it’ll be quite long. Enjoy!! All songs have a link included so you can listen to them. (Here’s a preview)

Ships Included:

DabiHawks

TodoDeku

ShinDeku

(Very possible TodoShinDeku)

Single Character Studies Included:

Dabi/Touya

Shouto

(Villain) Izuku

Ship Based Fics:

What A Time (Trilogy):

For this one, I won’t give too much detail because it’s already being written but I will give the general overview

A Hawks Betrayal and Dabi/Touya Rehabilitation concept. Also a mix between a ship based fic and a character study of Dabi

Part 1: [Already posted!! Read here if you’d like] Deals with the immediate aftermath of Hawks betraying the league and getting them all arrested. From Dabi’s POV (the entire trilogy is in Dabi’s POV) he begins to question his and Hawks’ relationship while Hawks is a mere ten feet away acting like they don’t even acknowledge each other’s existence. Maybe 65% angst due to present times and 35% fluff due to flashbacks

Part 2: A few months after Dabi began his rehabilitation. Discusses his therapy, goes into more detail about what exactly the rehabilitation program entails, and Dabi has a major breakdown due to an unexpected visit from Hawks. 100% angst, there is no happiness in this installment.

Part 3: About a year and a half after the league was arrested and Dabi Touya began his rehabilitation. He’s doing a lot better, both mentally and physically, and is slowly accepting his new life. Hawks in under major fire in the news, and Touya decides maybe it’s finally time to talk things out. I’m estimating about 25% angst and 75% fluff for this installment because I’m putting these boys through the wringer, they deserve to be soft. (Also, happy ending guaranteed)

Before You Go:

A childhood friends AU where Keigo and Touya are part of the same hero program. They become good friends and are practically inseparable until Touya has a training accident and is presumed dead (by accidental suicide).

I’ve actually already talked about this in much more detail in this post here so you can just read that. That post is also quite long

Rewrite the Stars:

I’m gonna call out @call1998​ because I just woke up one day, sent her this song, and said that it’s such a DabiHawks song. And then we created a fantastic soulmate AU together so she helped co-create this idea <3

So, as I said, this is a soulmate AU, but DabiHawks are not each other’s soulmate.

Hawks met his soulmate back when they were kids. Merely 12 years old and under the commission’s care because they were both part of their hero program. Hawks was the one to notice first, getting excited when he met his soulmate and wanting to get to know him. But they only got that one day together, because the next day his soulmate was gone and never to be heard from again. The commission had him believe that his soulmate moved to America and entered a different specialized program, but Hawks finds out the truth when he’s around 20 years old and snooping around the commission. He finds old files that they wanted buried, and he learns the commission actually killed his soulmate because they saw them as weaknesses, and since Hawks was the “better specimen” he was allowed to live.

Dabi’s soulmate is an abuser who works for the commission. And since Dabi is Touya, of course, he grew up watching his mother be abused by her own soulmate and thought “oh hell no.” After Dabi meets his soulmate and realizes how abusive he is (not only to him but also the wife and kids his soulmate already has) Dabi tricks him into believing Dabi actually likes him. When he’s able to, he brings his soulmate back to the league and has him turned into a Nomu, because while he’s an abusive piece of shit, his quirk is really powerful and could be of use to the league.

Now, for the DabiHawks part. Their relationship is more of a friends with benefits ordeal, but of course they wind up falling in love eventually. They never mention their soulmates until one day, after a mission left them both tired, Hawks decides to confess. He’s sitting behind Dabi, applying a special salve to the fresh burns that Dabi can’t reach himself because he can’t bring himself to confess if he’s able to be seen. When his feelings are finally out in the open, the only thing Dabi asks is “What about your soulmate?” Hawks recognizes it’s not a flat out rejection so some of the tension in his shoulders dissipates, and he tells Dabi how they met when they were just kids and how cruel the commission is for killing him off, solely to groom the perfect hero.

And Dabi? He’s vulnerable and hesitant, because the man he was supposed to “end up with” was a garbage piece of human trash, so he’s reluctant. And self deprecating, because he doesn’t believe he deserves to be loved. So he tells Hawks about how he killed his soulmate, omitting the very important fact that his soulmate was abusive just like his father was to his mother. And he uses it to try and drive Hawks away. But the thing is, Hawks knows that Dabi is a critical thinker and wouldn’t act without reason, that all of his actions have a purpose. So after that night, he searches. They don’t touch again, either, their meetings reverting back to being strict information swaps, but it only drives Hawks to uncover the truth. And he finds it, and he even remembers who Dabi’s soulmate was because he was one of the people in charge of the program that Hawks grew up in. But he keeps it to himself, he has to make sense of things first.

Then one night comes, where Hawks just has to let Dabi know, let him know that he’s not the bad guy he’s trying to paint himself to be. But when Hawks reveals what he knows, Dabi just tries to deny everything, because he truly doesn’t want to talk about this. And then he snaps, yells at Hawks about how he witnessed the abuse his mother went through, how his father broke her in more ways than one, how he vowed to never allow someone to do the same to him. That he accepted the fact that he was meant to wind up alone after he killed his soulmate because the universe is a cruel place to once kind people.

Hawks is having none of that, though. He stops Dabi, tells him he doesn’t have to be alone anymore, that they’re not explicitly tied to “fate” anymore and can in fact rewrite their own story. It takes a lot of back and forth between them, but ultimately Hawks’ end goal is convincing Dabi that they, the two of them who no longer have a soulmate, are no longer tied to whatever fate was “chosen” for them. That they’re free to go their own route, carve out their own lives how they see fit. And eventually, Dabi gives in, because in truth they both know that they love each other, so why not give it a go?

More Hearts Than Mine/Like We Used To (duology):

Okay, this duology is centered around both Shindeku and Tododeku and in the end one of y’all is gonna hate me and I’m okay with that. As a multishipper, it is so hard for me to chose which ship gets tanked in the end I’m so sorry. ((But honestly, I high key have thought about ending it with all three of them being in a poly relationship and like, ya girl likes poly. It’ll most likely happen to be completely honest))

Also, quirkless AU!!

MHTM: This is the first half of the duology. In this half, it depicts the rise and eventual fall of Izuku’s initial relationship (either with Hitoshi or Shouto, it’s so far undecided). They get together, fall in love, and genuinely have a good relationship, but it all goes downhill when they eventually have to break up due to different life interests and Izuku’s boyfriend having to move away for a few years. They knew long distance wouldn’t work, so they decided to end the relationship, and this fic ends with the aftermath of their breakup and how not only Izuku, but also his mother and step father are hurt by the breakup.

LWUT: In the second half of this duology, this fic will be from the perspective of whichever boyfriend had to end things with Izuku. He returns from his travels a few years later, but he doesn’t tell Izuku just yet. Instead, he’s trying to deal with being back and constantly reminiscing what once was. One day, while getting coffee, he sees Izuku and his new boyfriend sitting at a corner booth and overall acting very in love. And it hurts, seeing Izuku with someone else, and he gets jealous. But as the fic continues, he eventually comes to terms with the fact that him and Izuku did fall in love, but at the wrong time and while they may not ever get a chance again, he just hopes Izuku is happy with his new boyfriend. (And then they meet again at that same coffee shop, and Izuku realizes his first love is back in town and invites him to sit with them. And he does, and it’s awkward, but when Izuku’s current boyfriend leaves to use the restroom, he tells Izuku that he’s glad he found someone. And this is only the beginning of the start of all three dating because while writing this out I’ve decided, yea, I like happy endings too much so they all three fall in love.)

Single Character Study Fics:

King for a Day (warning, kind of screamo):

Dabi/Touya character study.

He’s already a villain at this point, and this fic would be a character study of his feelings throughout his mental collapse, his rise as Dabi, and his thirst for revenge.

I actually don’t have as much for this idea compared to some of the other songs on here, but the basic outline is almost your standard “Touya died then became Dabi, his mental stability is compromised, and his primary goal is bringing down Endeavor”. This song is actually more of a “hey this fits a story that already exists” than using it to create one, that’s why I don’t have much on it.

I do, however, want to share my favorite line that I’ve matched with a scene. “Dying is a gift so close your eyes and rest in piece.” Dabi says this to Endeavor because he believes he deserves to live the rest of his life rotting away in prison, but he has to kill Endeavor to make sure he gets punished. Since Endeavor is rich and famous, he could probably get out of prison with minimal damage to his reputation and life, and what would be the point then? So Dabi believes he has to die.

Modern Loneliness:

Shouto character study.

The title alone I think suits Shouto fairly well, but if you listen to the song it’s about felling alone in a room full of people. About not knowing how to connect to others. The first line alone is very much in line with Shouto. “I’ve been thinking ‘bout my father lately, the person that he made me, the person I’ve become.” I don’t even need to tell you why that line fits so well.

So this fic would be centered around the time the UA students move into the dorms, because I feel that Shouto would still be wary and not understand how to truly connect with his classmates. In the end, eventually he’d come to find that it takes two to put in the effort a relationship requires, and though it’s new and scary, he’s willing to do it.

Let Me Be Myself:

Another Shouto character study.

Again, the title alone already very heavily aligns with Shouto’s character. And, as we all already know, Shouto hates when people compare him to his father or only acknowledge him as his father’s son, and this song is about being allowed to break free from past restraints in order to live your life how you see fit.

With Izuku’s help, Shouto is able to come to this realization sooner and grow the confidence needed to finally fight back and regain control of his own life.

Lovely:

Villain!Deku character study.

I’m not even gonna lie, I saw that multiple people have done animatics of this exact concept and it’s very intriguing to me. I’ve never written villain Izuku so I think it’d be interesting to explore that kind of mindset.

That being said, I just wrote down “villain Deku = lovely” in my phone’s notes and never actually plotted anything so I have nothing more to share on this

And that’s it so far!! Realistically, I probably won’t get around to all of these, and it would take me forever to actually make a dent in this, but I’m having a lot of fun with this project. Also, these don’t go into nearly as much depth as my notes, because I basically annotate these songs in order to create an outline so, this is like the lite version.

another massive bubbline shipper here too say i got mad respect for this blog. as much as i stand by my ship 1000%, i also stand by the fact its totally okay too ship them with other people. i admit the bubbline fandom can be pretty toxic, but alot of us will stand by you. not only are you being super respectful even when you get hate, but you arent straight washing. also the way you looked at the negative parts of our community with understanding in last post, that was real great

oh i appreciate it! I prefer never to judge an entire fanbase by one dude because EVERY fanbase has THOSE people, no fanbase is ever perfect.

I really wished my experience with bubbline shippers had been better, it really was unfortunate to have countless hate, to have people make posts mocking me, to be put on “Lists to block”, not to mention that i legit had supportive friends who were bubbline shippers, but they pretty much turned their back on me, abandoned me, and called me a “Homophobic uncaring asshole”.

It really broke my heart dealing with the stuff i did, and i wasn’t perfect either, but i still don’t think i deserved what that was. I was a kid at the time, and was still having fun and i REALLY wanted to be a part of the fanbase because i love the series and loved the characters, but the fandom just....hated me.

Because i was a multishipper and had different opinions on the characters.

It really didn’t matter to them that i also shipped the characters with other female characters, or i said myself i don’t consider them straight. Because the fandom didn’t really care, they took one look and decided nothing i said mattered.

Being in the star fandom is widely different because the biggest ship there is Starco, a MXF (Which i personally don’t really like but that’s just me), and my favorite ship was...and still is Tom and Marco, because i love their chemistry so much and i genuinely consider them to be a much more believable relationship then the romance they wrote for star and marco.

And trust me, it’s always annoying if you don’t ship the most popular ship and like another pairing more but are succumbed to it everywhere regardless of the characters themselves.

But me not shipping star and marco didn’t make me someone who hated straight people, so i don’t think it’s collectively fair to tell anyone who may of liked marcy or bonnie with finn or maybe they ship them with a male oc of theirs....hate lesbians or were just homophobic.

it’s Like if i took finn out of his (Maybe) relationship with huntress and shipped him with....Tiffany (Who is a male character)...that wouldn’t mean i suddenly hated all straight couples and think finntress should burn.

That’s still a huge leap to jump to and extremely dangerous because you’re collectively accusing someone of something serious without really knowing much more about them then “They like this ship”.

Without any knowledge of them outside of that.

You could effectively damage their rep and make their time in the fandom a living hell out of something minor or something you just assumed, i would know.

I welcome progress, i am quite happy for the bubbline shippers who got their ship, heck...i’m STILL mad that we didn’t get poly tom x marco x star on star vs and felt VERY baited by the crew on that.

but even though i am happy for those people, i don’t think it’s validation to beat up on other shippers either, it does nothing for anyone’s case to do that. If the people are actual bigots who are actively acting terrible and throwing around nasty words and doing terrible stuff, then by all means, call them out.

But people who are just causally shipping stuff for fun? In a way it just feels like using them being a gay ship as a weapon against everyone else, because if they disagree with you and have a different opinion you can effectively boil them down to a bigot and no one might question it...especially when it’s the vast majority.

And that should not be acceptable to do, i ended up hearing from a friend of mine that this fandom actively started purging out other creators for having opinions people didn’t like, and now people are starting to regret that they shunned out so many members of the fandom based on things that were probably incredibly trivial in the long run.

And i get it, it’s an important ship, but it’s important as a rep of that ship to be respectful to others, because if not what you’ll end up doing is turn people away. I would like to be more celebratory of your success in getting the ship canon, but it makes it harder if i’m getting several messages asking when i’m deleting my “Hateful” blog because bubbline was now canon.

I’d like to get along with and support these people, but they don’t want to try and support me and have almost just decided to hate me and it sucks, and there’s not much i can do. That’s why i am thankful for those who don’t just immediately decided to judge me and want to know more about my views on the characters. 

This of course does not apply to the community as a whole, not everyone is acting like this, but it is a problem and it has consequences and i hope the fandom does work on it in the future. Please do better in the future.

Now when it comes to shipping, I have my limits personally, like if the characters have canon sexualities i tend to stick to those sexualities, i for one, have a oc that’s gay. I effectively tell others if they make fanart with him for fun that’s great and i love it, but i want his sexuality respected if ships are involved.

Since the AT ones are left in the air, it means i am left to come up with my own ideas, so that’s what i do. I think everyone should be allowed in that regard to have their own interpretations, marcy could be bi, lesbian, ace,pan, ect and all of those are perfectly acceptable headcanons.

i don’t think one should be held superior over another.

I’ve never looked at Marcy or PG and said “Oh yeah, these two are so obviously straight”, they’re about as straight as a bent nail. XD The people who say this stuff clearly don’t follow me to know that they’re not treated as straight here and i think that’s just frustrating because it’s attacking for completely incorrect information.

And the main problem i think i have, like the biggest issue, is i see the F&C characters differently.

Because i know where the fandom is getting this impression people who these other pairings are homophobic is coming from, it’s because most of the fandom doesn’t really see those characters as much more then well...GB characters.

If i saw tomco, and one was turned to a girl to avoid them both being boys, i would be annoyed, i would, i wouldn’t assume the person was homophobic without other evidence but i’d be annoyed. (I mean for all i know it could be an au and i could be mistaking the situation entirely)

What makes this different for me, is because for one, these aren’t fan-characters, the fans didn’t make a genderbent world and design these characters for fun or anything. These were show characters, that were in episodes and have their own comics and all that.

The way the show approached them for me, makes me feel like they’re kinda misjudged, and people don’t have to agree with me on that fact. But i just feel like between them being fanfiction characters ice king made up, the fact their canon is different, the fact the characters do things the F&J characters don’t do, i just can’t help but feel like treating them as if they were something fans did for fun and have no difference outside of their gender is not the right approach for them.

(I mean ice queen died in one comic and has her own unique origin story which is apparently tied to cake’s, flame prince apparently speaks cat and is the most nervous and awkward cutie I've ever seen, gumball is apparently a card wars superfan and legit takes it WAY too seriously, i just can’t really look at these characters and say “Oh, these are all just Ice King, Flame Princess, and Princess Bubblegum but the opposite gender”).

I feel like the show does enough with them,and had a unique enough approach, that i feel like they should be judged as different characters. Like the redraws of regular episodes with the F&C characters are cute but they’re for fun and probably not what ice king wrote for them in his weird stories.

Like i can’t imagine ice king knew PB so well he made sure gumball had her entire backstory and motivations.

And i feel like the people who do enjoy these ships, heck, ALL FOUR of these ships, feel the same way i do. I’m sure some could def be shipping them for the wrong reasons, but i can’t help but think it’s less about their gender and more that other people recognize they’re different and have considered the different dynamics...like they would if they were shipping any other pairing.

And people don’t have to agree with any of us on that, but i don’t think the alternative should be to accuse us of something so heavily either.

These days i have newer friends who like bubbline who are chill with me, and yeah that’s cool, and i personally don’t really draw the ship myself because i’m still not too comfortable in the AT fandom or with the community right now....the situation with it never leaves me feeling safe frankly.

But we get along, they’re lovely, and the shippers who like bubbline but support the blog are also lovely people and i adore them.

At the end of the day i just want to have fun, i’m fine being in a small subsection of the fanbase and who knows, maybe i have gotten people to think about the F&C characters in a new light, i’m not sure.

But i hope maybe at some point the fandom can chill down and we can support each other without turning it into...whatever that entire situation is. Because i don’t want to be fighting with that community and would prefer to get along with them, but only time will tell.

But thanks for the support! I wish you the best ! I sometimes still have a lot to learn but i hope throughout this whole thing I've gone about it as respectful as possible.

I love the show and all the characters and the fun ships and relationships, i hope someday in the future i can be comfortable enough to get back into the fandom as much as i used to be! ^-^

Hi! Do you think I can have some yandere poly Sorbet/Gelato with mermaid reader that continually gifts them treasure. They stumbled upon reader by accident one night. Reader takes a liking for them (she never seen humans before and curious creature) & always gives them things she finds underwater. And they want to keep her and end up forcing her to live in their tub lol. Or she gets human legs when she’s out of the water. And they keep her chained up.

Self indulgent town here I come, I’ve been itching to do something mermaid related recently for some reason. Here’s your poly Yandere!

Yandere! Gelato x Mermaid! Fem! Reader x Yandere! Sorbet

Merfolk were always wary about approaching humans, it was always hammered down to stay away from them in large numbers. You recall being told  this when you were younger but you couldn’t help but feel curious about them. The tales of men on ships walking about pointing to your kind made your eyes widen in bewilderment. Though there were always egregious stories of mermen or mermaids alike dissapearing for good upon encountering humans.

 However, off you went to the coast of Italy, your eyes catching interest in two men standing near the waters edge. They were holding their hands while looking over the sea. Something that particularly warmed your heart. Eventually over time you found yourself swimming closer and closer.

“Gelato...” a deep voice soothed out softly  “We have an unexpected guest lurking in the water”

 The blond instinctively moved quickly catching you in the act of staring at them. He would normally tell off those who wouldn’t mind their own business to buzz off but he found something was strange with you. His eyes narrowed scrutinizing you for a moment,

“Would you mind telling us why you were staring at us” Gelato asked in a soft yet snippy tone.

You skunk back into the water nervously at his slightly threatening tone.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize...humans don’t like being stared from afar that much” you apologized meekly.

You saw the blond glance at his partner who looked just as flabbergasted hearing that come from your mouth. Eventually he himself came over, noticing something wasn’t quite right about how you swam.

“Where are you from?” The black haired man asked briskly

“Not from anywhere on land” you spoke softly poking a part of your tail out of the water discreetly as possible towards them.

You could already hear the scolding from your family if they ever heard this conversation. Yet, you were too intrigued by the men to think functionally about your safety. You should’ve dove in the water when you had the chance, and swam away never returning again.

“This...has to be some sort of joke” Gelato mused at first before suddenly pausing. He seemed to be processing everything that happened in those short few moments. It was oddly cute to see a human confused on your existence. The blank stare he gave made you giggle slightly.

“What do you think Sorbet?” The blond titled his head towards his boyfriend, inching closer for you to not hear what he was about to ask.

“Do you think she’s a stand user?” He mumbled seductively to his partner

Sorbet tilted his head against Gelato’s “I don’t get the feeling they are...but we should get out of here for now just in case”

The two of them stared at you for a moment with intrigue, it was difficult to tell if you were clearly putting up a ruse. But they decided to trust the fact you were rather lacking experience. So they told you that they would come back sometime in the next couple days. All to get to know you better in the grand scheme of things.

You eagerly agreed that you would approach the shore again but a little later in the evening. Eventually you both watched them head up onto firm land before disappearing in the streets of human built structures.

That first meeting was rather thrilling, and they didn’t even harm you!

But they could bring more humans to expose you to the world...though you really didn’t want to believe that. It was a rather naive thought, relying on two humans out of many to be kind enough to keep your existence hidden from the rest. However you already blew it in keeping yourself out of sight in the first place. At this point you didn’t see why you couldn’t keep interacting with them.

For now you settled in looking for something special to give them, to show you meant no harm. They seemed to be a little hesitant of you maybe attacking them, which you didn’t blame that conclusion one bit.

 A couple days pass and on that evening Sorbet and Gelato come to the secluded area they usually visited. Shortly they saw the water separating in small splashes, your whole body could be seen beneath the surface preparing to come up. This time however you had something in your hand, eager to give them as a peace offering.

   It was a conch shell, completely intact without a single chip off of it. Sorbet and Gelato both took turns holding it in awe before eventually setting it aside for save keeping. They were both genuinely impressed by your little gift.

“You’d give something this pristine away?” Sorbet inquired

“It’s got a unique color to it and I thought it would be fitting for both of you” You shrugged nonchalantly “I didn’t want to give you both something that’s probably run of the mill for you”

 That was only the beginning of the little trinkets you decided to gift them. You’d go to your little cave and take things out that you thought they might enjoy. From pearls to pieces of gold from jewelry you stumbled upon. Other times it was sea glass that looked absolutely appealing to the naked eye. They both seemed to like it so you kept on doing to impress them.

  “Her eyes are so adorable when they light up at our reaction” Gelato mused with a smooth smile on his lips.

 “Like a puppy’s almost” Sorbet retorted

 “Absolutely...It’s starting to become difficult only seeing her every few days” Gelato sighed “That look in her eyes reminds me of you, you know”

  “In how you want more of it to soak up?” The ravenette growled softly in a romantic fashion to his lover. His body seizing up against Gelato’s own. 

 “Imagine her in between us...it’d be a dream come true” The blond cooed into his partner’s ears. ““We could both whisper in her ear from either side, nipping at her neck, complimenting her beautiful eyes...”

  “Please Gelato, get a hold of yourself that’s just a fever dream” Sorbet responded with heavy restraint.

   The blond smirked with a mischievous smile “I know you want her too, I always notice how long your eyes stay trained on her until she’s well gone”

  The black haired male sighed allowing his boyfriend’s hand to settle on his chest. He was trying to be slightly logical in this instance, but Gelato always managed to pull out his own desires with terrifying ease. 

  “Her scales are beautiful against the sun...” he grumbled softly “I’d love to caress them myself” 

 “Wonderful...you get it don’t you Sorbetto~” Gelato purred 

 “I suppose” a half smile appeared on Sorbet’s lips 

 Another evening approached and with an unusual eagerness in your swimming you popped up to Sorbet and Gelato (as they had introduced theirselves) sitting. You could tell they had warmed up to you very well and you enjoyed every moment of their kindness in turn. It was attention you weren’t used to getting from a human being under normal circumstances. 

     This time around Gelato asked if you ever had your hair brushed before. You nodded telling him that you’ve used things other humans had dropped before to do so. Your people had similar things to brush their hair as well, it was just made out of completely different material. The blond then asked if you could kindly Beach yourself closer to the shore explaining he wanted to do it himself.

    You listened complacent in his instructions, he and Sorbet quickly knelt beside you. The blond was the first to brush one side of your hair in soft even strokes. While Sorbet focused on some untangling so it wouldn’t pull too hard.

  “Do you ever decorate your hair sometimes?” Sorbet wondered 

 “Just little things like small seashells, though I have gotten my hands on some pretty jewels people have dropped in the water” 

   Suddenly Gelato gets closer to you “What about trash that ends up in the sea? Many humans are careless about tossing things where they don’t belong” 

 You look at him perplexed for a moment “I have seen animals get tangled in some human made things...I didn’t realize it’s what you call trash”

  Sorbet came from the other side gently putting his hand on your shoulder. “You know things like soda can holders, plastic bags, fishing nets...it’s all sorts of worthless things unlike the pearls and natural things you brought us”

 “Huh...” You mused  “that makes sense” 

“Now, have you ever hurt yourself on something man-made?” Gelato suddenly spoke 

  “Oh uhm, only little knicks here and there from metal materials I think” You shrug “I really try to avoid that kind of stuff when I can though”

  You could feel your h/c locks be casually played with from behind. Both Gelato and Sorbet were doing it as far as you could tell. It felt oddly soothing and they were oddly skilled at it as well.

   “You know we’d hate if something happened to you y/n...especially with new dangers you have to adjust to out on the sea” Gelato piped up suddenly clenching your arm softly. “Would you ever consider somewhere safer...so you don’t have to watch your back so much?”

   Tensing at his grip you looked at him inquisitively “I...guess I would” 

 “You might even have the chance to see us more often, I’m sure you’d love that wouldn’t you?” Sorbet proceeded to hold you by the waist, you shifted with some discomfort. Even with them being generous towards you, there was a distinct air about them that felt off. A feeling that told you needed to swim away immediately without a delay. 

  Maybe you could make an excuse to leave...

 “I’d love to see you both more often...but you know I should really leave...for now and we can save this conversation for another day!” You chuckled nervously.

 Abruptly you were dragged from the water, enough you couldn’t return to it quickly. Your heart sunk at the thought of what was going to happen with you being beached purposely. 

 “Oh come now, you can’t leave so soon we’re just getting started sweetheart” Gelato hummed with a click of his tongue as Sorbet’s arms clung to you tighter.

 “It’s a dangerous world out there and we’re just trying to keep such a sweet creature from getting killed by anything else” Sorbet stated

 “Wait, what do you think you’re doing?” You panicked “just please put me back where I belong you don’t need to do this!” You attempted to bargain with them but it all fell on deaf ears.

  “Don’t worry you might actually like this” Gelato cooed “You won’t have to worry about a thing where we’re taking you”

   You didn’t get another chance to argue your way out of danger. Something pinched your arm and within moments your words became slurred nonsense until fading into the dark.

 By the time you woke up you were freaking out at the strange white thing your body was in. It was deep enough filled with water that most of your body was sufficiently covered. The receptacle itself was strangely cubed but deep, you weren’t sure what the small circles with holes in them were, but that was the least of your worries.

  Where were you? This wasn’t even close to anything you had ever seen before. But at the least you could say it was some kind of room. 

   You heard something click and jiggle, you jumped and receded as far into the bottom as you could. Unfortunately you couldn’t just disappear like you usually did in the open water, this reservoir of water prevented you from doing so. It was like a prison of water being used against you. 

    There was a shadow casted over you in the artificial light of the room. The dark hair immediately recognizable. No, you didn’t want to talk you just wanted to stay underneath here without communication. Then maybe you could figure a way out of here and get back to the sea...

  You were lifted a bit against your will by the man you thought was a friend.

“You can’t just avoid us like that you know” Sorbet softly whispered 

 “Take me home, please” You whimpered gripping the black haired male’s shirt with your hands.

 “I can’t do that” He curtly told you ““Gelato and I risked a hell of a lot bringing you here”

  You collapsed softly but the male merely held you against his chest rubbing your hair softly in turn. 

  “We’ll take wonderful care for you I promise...” 

The Haunting of Villa Diodati

I get to watch Doctor Who on my TV. Yay! First time in weeks there isn’t a Super Bowl or award show.

I literally forgot Cyberman were even coming to this season until I saw commercial advertising the rest of the season that played just now before the episode is starting. But that’s not until the finale I guess.

COSTUMES. PERIOD. COSTUMES. God I love historical episodes. Lord Byron!?!?!?! MRS. SHELLEY!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? YESSSSSSSSS Oh I am just so happy right now. At first I was like “Oooohh Northanger Abbey vibes” but no it’s like actual gothic novelists not a girl obsessed with them. Oh Fam. CAN’T SEE THE (ok I don’t know what I started typing here, the next line got me too excited and I forgot to come back to this one) “Because it is a truth universally acknowledged” AHHHHHH. I LITERALLY SCREAMED. IT WAS PROBABLY MORE OF A SQUEAK/SHRIEK THAN A SCREAM BUT STILL. GRAHAM. A MAN AFTER MY OWN HEART. “And nobody snog Byron.” I can’t. AHHH COUNTRY DANCING. Guys. Guys. GUYS. Is this episode made specifically for me!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! Well, I’ve never read any Byron or Shelley, but regency era?!?!?! I completely adore it. This poor butler. “How about writing the most gruesome, spine-chilling ghost story of all time?” Doctor. Try to be a bit more subtle.

*Something coming out of the painting* Me: *Thinking of the Kasavin* No... *Something small breaks out of the painting* Me: Oh ok Skeleton hand: *Crawls* Me: NO.

Noooooo there’s a disappearing lady. Oh no Graham’s in a loop. NOOO THERE’S A CHILD. This is like actually creepy. “His answers only increase the enigma” “I know someone like that.” Cue the screams of every Doctor/Yaz shipper ever. Annnndddddd there’s the hand....

This episode. Is like. Everything I want. Period costumes, Regency specifically. Ghosts. Skeletons. Jane Austen references. Country Dances. Love love love love LOVE.

Oh and of course the Doctor gets to wear another outfit, or at least a new vest. Which I love. I want to see what the detailing is. Oh no. Oh NO. BYRON DON’T YOU DARE HIT ON THE DOCTOR. NO. “But she always said there’s no reason not to try.” Awwwwwww. Yeah, how have we met both Ada and Lord Byron in the same season... there’s gotta something there.... Oh Fletcher. He’s so annoyed. He’s either evil or the best person here. THANK GOD FOR FLETCHER. Oh Doctor don’t taste that oh Doctor baby no.... I love/hate Byron being in love with the Doctor. I love it so much but I hate it so much. See. I don’t know enough about Byron. But I vaguely knew he was like... super creepy. And... keeping a 300 year old skeleton from a battle is definitely creepy. “One hand gone.” “Both hands gone.” OH GREAT. DON’T. DON’T EAT THINGS GIVEN BY GHOSTS. OR IS IT FAERIES? EITHER WAY. NO. I mean I guess Graham has no clue. BUT STILL. They’re in a loop too. Byron, stop looking at her like that. Stop it. I refuse. Everyone’s in a loop. Annnndddd that’s a ghost. WAIT IS THE BABY ADA?! Oh no wait never mind it’s William. And yeah ok that’s a person over the lake. NOOOOOOOOOO. NOOOO HE DID NOT JUST WALK THROUGH A WALL. I SAID NO OUT LOUD. Like a dream? Was Poli asleep earlier when Graham got lost? Are they in his dream or something? Did Byron just hide behind her? Oh you coward. Not worthy of my Doctor. “May just say you are quite lovely in a crisis?” OH SHUT UP. A PERCEPTION FILTER?!!?!?!? Yeah ok that’s not fun. A skeleton in the place of a baby. That’s messed up. I feel like so much has happened, but it’s only been a half hour. There’s still 40 minutes, we’re not even halfway through. Where is this going? Also, I’m enjoying it a lot. This isn’t a TARDIS is it? Will the Master pop up? This isn’t like Hide is it? A traveler who we think is evil but is just lost? NOOOOOOO. OH NOOO. I JUST SCREAMED “NOOOOOO” IN COMPLETE AND UTTER FEAR. ANYTHING BUT A CYBERMAN PLEASE.

I didn’t think we’d see the lone Cybermen until the end of the season. I literally rationalized myself into being shocked. If I hadn’t seen the promo, I would have forgotten we’d Cybermen at all, but then I convinced myself we wouldn’t get them yet, and it surprised me.

So. Not like Hide. Definitely evil.

“I will not lose anyone else to that.” OH GOD WHY MUST YOU REMIND ME OF BILL. IT’S BEEN ALMOST 3 YEARS AND I’M NOWHERE NEAR RECOVERED FROM THAT PAIN. DOES HE HAVE A HUMAN EYE? HE’S TRULY UNFINISHED. WAIT THAT’S HALF A NORMAL FACE. NOT THE BABY. This nanny is like the best person ever. I appreciate her trying to save the baby. She did not deserve to die. Oh god it has one human hand. He tried to kiss the baby?!?!?!!? Yaz my girl no you don’t. Don’t look for loopholes. Oh spoilers from the closed captions I guess. It said “Ashad: Funny” so I’m guessing its name is Ashad, and that that’s going to be revealed at some point. I just remembered that the Cyberwoman was also a Chibnall story. Is this his patrially-converted-Cyberman redemption? Yeah the writing on the wall is creepy... Someone get Shelley some help. Who plays the Cyberman? Imagine if we get one of those Cyberbeast things from the Next Doctor. That’d be fun. Maybe I just want to see them again. Oh not Fletcher. “Guard him well.” Soooooo is Byron now a guardian of some sort... Oh cool, Shelley can fight back a bit. Oh great it’s in him. That’s great. That’s fun. Fantastic. Was it Jack who sent it back? Or maybe the Master? Oooh the Doctor is going off on Ryan. That’s some anger. “It’s a mountain. With me in the summit, in the stratosphere, alone. Left to choose.” Oh GOD Doctor. She’s just letting it all out. “A composite of parts?” Oh ok so there’s that inspiration. I was wondering why he hadn’t take the baby with him. I guess he did spare him. Well that sucks. He’s a lone Cyberman, what ship does he have? “We are inevitable.” THE APOTHEOSIS???? Sorry, had to make a StarKid reference. Doctor. Doctor. You had ONE job. Jack told you to do ONE THING. Ok well at least the Doctor’s like “Oh no I am well aware what I did was dumb but I will fix it.” She’s truly learned since she became the Time Lord Victorious when he didn’t care. I’m Mr. Poli half laughing as Miss Clairmont roasts Byron. I had forgotten about the lady and the child for a while though... I did wonder at one point how they fit into all this... and then forgot to keep wondering...

So that was a REALLY fun episode! I am happy with it!

Loved the costumes especially, but that’s just me nerding out.

This episode had me screaming “NOO” out loud multiple times so that’s fun.

I just checked IMDB to look at the cast since so many people looked familiar to me. And I realized that Nicholas Briggs was apparently playing the Cyberman voice again. That makes me so happy.

Update: I actually started proofreading this, then realized the ice cream place near me was closing in a half hour. So I stopped, left and got ice cream, and now i’m back. Yay! Doctor Who and ice cream! And I have the day off tomorrow!

Anyway. Yay! A better partially-converted-Cyberman story! IMDB says Chibnall didn’t write this one, but it’s in his era so I guess we can consider it like a half-redemption.

(Also I don’t even hate Cyberwoman as much as other people do. My biggest complaint with Cyberwoman was her design since they put her in a bikini and heels. The bikini could be justified that it uses less metal and conserves resources, that I can almost accept, but the heels have no justification.)

The 100 rewatch: 4x02 Heavy Lies the Crown

The season 4 premiere wasn’t that great, but this is much better and much more typical of the overall quality of season 4.

The Polis storyline is, for a change, actually quite good. I’ve always thought that season 4 did a much better job with most Grounder characters than season 3 or even season 2. And the storyline in and in relation to Arkadia is great, with Bellamy, Clarke and Raven having to do make difficult choices. In particular, Bellamy finds himself in the position to make a really tough choice, and the choice he makes really encapsulates his leadership style and worldview.

The title is another literary reference – after Dante and Poe, now it’s Shakespeare – although it is a misquote of the line “Heavy lies the head that wears the crown” from Shakespeare’s Henry IV. They supposedly chose to name it that way because they thought it sounded better – or maybe they just thought that would make it more obvious to the viewers that the theme of the episode was the difficulty of being a leader.

The flashback that opens the episode would have fit better as the opener of 4x01, which was much more about the fallout of the City of Light and people who died because of ALIE. (No surprise, since it was originally meant to be in 4x01.) It’s the introduction of another interesting new Grounder character, Ilian, whose family suffered a really tragic fate – ALIE made Ilian kill them or torture them in order to force his mother to take the chip. Seeing it all happen helps build sympathy for Ilian and makes it easier to understand his later actions. It’s also one of the few times we see Grounder farmers. I like the fact that the show isn’t focusing just on Grounder warriors  anymore and that we get to see more and more of Grounders of different professions and worldviews.

In Polis, the leader who has to make decisions is Roan, who is preparing to meet the challenge of an ambassador of one of the other clans, Rafel, who is trying to use the fact that Roan is still recuperating from his injury and isn’t full strength, Roan is a good character to watch because he’s smart and capable, and morally grey – he isn’t one of the bad guys, but he can be ruthless and sneaky if he has to. The fact that he’s a very different leader from his mother certainly helps. This is emphasized when Echo, who is sparring with him, goes on about how awesome Queen Nia was, in her mind, for being so ruthless and murderous and not giving a damn about anyone other than Azgeda; After being questioned why he decided to accept the Sky people as the 13th clan, Roan finally tells Echo the truth about Praimfaya and that they need Sky people to survive it.

Talking about Roan’s chances in single combat, Octavia says Lexa kicked his ass when he wasn’t wounded, but she doesn’t know that the Nightblood basically gives you superpowers, which is only revealed later during S4

Kane is again the Chancellor – but we don’t learn if another election was held or not. He is mostly acting as a diplomat, however – he’s more of an ambassador, while Clarke pretty much acts like acting Chancellor in Arkadia.

Kane tries to reason with Rafel, and makes the good point that, if they are going to blame Sky people for the City of Light, they should also credit them for destroying it. But don’t expect Rafel to listen to reason. So Octavia eventually solves Roan’s and everyone’s problem by murdering Rafel, which is later portrayed as a heart attack. I should be generally against assassinations and Octavia using violence and murder to solve problems, but, you know what, I liked this solution.

Major development forward for the Kabby relationship: After the kiss last season, there’s a rather steamy, by CW-standards, sex scene and, while there is no “I love you” in so many words, the relationship between Abby and Kane is strongly affirmed. Initially, after their sex scene, we see that Abby used to wear her wedding ring on a necklace. She’s unsure or uncomfortable with putting it on again, as Kane sees it, but Kane tells her Jake is a part of her, But later Kane realizes that she is not wearing it – and they kiss, as Abby has just shown him that she has really moved on from Jake and committed to him.

Abby decides to go back to Arkadia to help Clarke and the rest find a solution for Praimfaya

In Arkadia, Clarke, Raven and Bellamy arguing over what to do; Raven is concerned thatthere are not enough volunteers to repair the ship. She also has insecurities and feel she shouldn’t be main engineer - Sinclair should be, but he is dead, Clarke replies that she’s in a similar position since she’s no Chancellor. However, they’re all basically back to their own season 1 roles, when they were the only ones on the ground and leaders of their people.

One of the most pleasant surprises about season 4 is that it found a purpose for Jaha and started using his character in a much better way, and even managed to make me finally interested and enjoying his character, even though he hasn’t actually changed his personality. This is probably because 1) he is not in position of power now, 2) he wants to and manages to be useful – as an engineer, which is his original profession, and 3) most importantly, he has a number of interesting interactions with the main characters that he didn’t get to interact much before, like Clarke, Bellamy and Raven. In the season when they are faced with particularly difficult leadership choices, which are similar to the situation on the Ark – having to make choices who will live and who will die because it’s impossible to save everyone; having lie to people in order not to cause panic – Jaha is both there to offer his perspective and advice (which may be good or bad), and as a cautionary tale: he is what they all used to hate and what they really don’t want to become, but now they are afraid they may be becoming like him.

The crux of the episode is Bellamy’s mission (with Monty, Harper, Bryan and Miller) to go into the Azgeda territory, to the remains of the Farm Station that Azgeda occupied, and retrieve a hydro generator that would help produce water for the people in Arkadia during the five years of radiation. They start off hoping to get it peacefully, by showing Roan’s seal. They get a hostile reception instead, but eventually the head Azgeda guy agrees to it. However, things change when they learn that the people working at the station are slaves…

…Let’s take a moment to emphasize the fact (for the benefit of all of those who like to portray Sky people/Arkers as the Bad Guys and Grounders as Good Guys, that, in addition to everything else we know Azgeda did under Queen Nia’s rule, like killing Arkers indiscriminately, including children, from the moment they landed, and blowing up a bunch of Arker civilians as a part of a political power play that wasn’t even about them, they also practice slavery, enslaving both Arkers and other Grounders.

…This is a big moment where the group has to decide whether to prioritize getting the hydro generator, or blowing it up to free the slaves. Bryan argues in favor of the latter, especially since he recognized one of the slaves as a friend of his, called Riley. (Now, I know that the fandom likes to make fun of Riley because of the way that this character was made important in spite of never being heard about before, but this is more of a problem in 4x05. I don’t see any problem here – we never saw any of the Farm Station before season 3, either, and we knew very few of the people on the Ark in season 1, and many we knew are dead. And the actor does a good job playing someone who has been traumatized and beaten down by slavery and abuse.) The group split votes – Bryan and Harper for freeing the slaves (Harper compares their fate to her experience of being put in a cage in Mount Weather), Monty and Miller for getting the hydro generator, so Bellamy makes the decision and chooses to free the slaves.

This decision is something I need to talk about a bit more. I love the way season 4 in particular has so many situations where there is no obvious right or wrong choice - neither choice is great and wrong in some way while good in another way, and you can make good arguments for either alternative. This is one such case. Personally, while I understand and respect the position that the hydro generator should have been the priority and slaves ignored, I was happy with Bellamy's decision, was rooting for him to make that choice, and it's what I would probably do. Regardless of how things turn out in the end, I think this is the better principle to live by: "We save who we can save today". (Which also reminds me of the decision Bellamy made in 2x04 – save the person who is in the most immediate danger and need.) There are many leaders in this show, maybe too many, who advocate the Big Picture thinking, which is a legitimate position if moderate, but taken too far, it can lead to (in the name of some hypothetical better future) present oppression, killing the people you're supposed to protect, executions for all sorts of silly reasons as on the Ark, letting innocent people die from enemy bombs, or cold blooded murder of an innocent person for "pragmatic" reasons - as Jaha did in season 2, using the motto "The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few". I don't trust anyone who uses that motto to justify killing other people rather than sacrificing themselves (which was how that character we all know and love used it in that well known movie that the quote comes from). And I don't fully trust anyone who does things in the name of an abstract notion of "people" or "my people" while not caring enough about individuals that make up that abstract collective

I liked Bellamy’s decision before I knew how things would turn out, and would like it regardless of the eventual consequences. But as it turns, out, if they had saved the hydro generator, it would have been for nothing, since Ilian will blow up Arkadia in a few episodes. This way, those people who had been slaves a couple of months of nice life back with their families.

Another minor in-character moment: when they are about to take the Grounder ex-slaves to their villages, Bellamy is again taking care of a little girl in the group.

Raven is angry over Bellamy’s decision, and Clarke at first seems to disagree, but eventually accepts it, and Bellamy he sticks to it and takes full responsibility. Clarke finally decides to tell people a half-truth: she tells them about Praimfaya, but claims they will be able to save everyone, even though, without the hydro generator, they can only save 100 people there. Raven gets to display my least favorite character trait of hers, getting all judgmental and b1tchy and sarcastically telling Clarke: “Your father would be so proud!” I dunno, Raven, if you think the people should be told the truth, why don’t you simply tell them? No one is stopping you.

Both Raven and Jasper compared Clarke’s decisions to that of Jaha and the rest of the Ark leadership. Except they forgot the minor detail that she hasn’t executed anyone, imprisoned anyone, or sent anyone to die.

Jasper is now in a very different, but still similar mindset from the one from season 3: he has embraced the “Seize the day” approach, and seems very cheerful, having a shower, singing, asking Monty to bring weed, and telling Clarke he doesn’t want them to survive, he wants them to live. But he is like that only because he knows it will all be over in a few months.

The song Jasper plays is “I Don’t like Mondays” by Boomtown Rats, which includes the line “Silicon chip inside her head”…

This is the last episode where Bryan appears, which is a shame, because he was an interesting character, and his and Miller’s relationship actually got some focus and development, unlike Miller’s mostly off-screen later relationship with Jackson. The actor got a role in another show, but instead of getting killed off, he was just written out quietly – he simply never appears after this episode, and we never learn of his fate. The first time I watched this, I didn’t even realize that the argument between him and Nate at the end of this episode was the end of their relationship, so I was later wondering “so where is Bryan?” when Nate and Jackson became a couple out of the blue. Rewatching this, I can see how this was the end of the relationship. I like the fact that Bryan (who, we have it confirmed now, is now the only survivor, aside from Riley, from the initial number of around 160 people who were on the Farm Station when it fell to Earth) refuses to condemn Pike and still feels loyalty to him – because it would be really unrealistic if everyone now had the same opinion about him. Bryan confirms that he basically never stopped supporting Pike, who he felt loyalty to because he saved his life and they spent several months fighting together, and simply chose his boyfriend over him. But I think the main reason why the relationship broke was not just political differences, but because, after Miller didn’t support or understand Bryan’s decision to prioritize freeing the slaves, Bryan felt that Miller doesn’t understand what he went through with the rest of the Farm Station people in those 4 months and the trauma and effect it had on him.

Timeline: It has been 9 days since the season 3 finale, which means it’s about 8-9 days since 4x01.

Body count:

In the flashback (which is technically in the timeline right at the end of season 3 or the beginning of 4x01), Ilian’s father, brother and mother got killed by ALIE-controlled Ilian. Add them to the list of people who died because of ALIE, We don’t see how the father died, but Ilian killed his brother and almost killed himself, and tortured his mother, and she eventually died of injuries.

Rafel, Trishanakru ambassador, killed by Octavia. (Good riddance- he was really annoying. We’ve seen way too many irritating whiny Grounders who rant about how Sky people are to blame for everything. That’s so last two seasons.)

Several Azgeda slavers got killed in the explosion of the hydro generator.

Tybe the head slaver, beaten to death by the freed slaves. Bryan revealed that he was the one who killed Monty’s father, saying he was therefore Monty’s kill, but Monty chose to do justice in a different way, letting the ex-slaves decide Tybe’s fate.

There are some pointers about the number of surviving people – from a list that Clarke made of the number of people that need to be saved. It’s a partial list: we learn that there are about 500 people Arkadia, 4000 in Polis (out of which 400 children), 300 in Tondc, and we see several smaller places with just a few people. Just counting the numbers we see, we get 4877 Grounders  in addition to 500 Arkers (obviously, neither are exact numbers, since the numbers for Polis, Tondc and Arkadia were rounded), but it’s clearly not a full list, as we don’t see the numbers for,  e.g. Boat people, Shallow Valley people, and many other villages and towns, so I don’t know if the numbers of Grounders in this part of Northern American territory is around 5000-6000 or more like 10.000.

Rating: 8.5/10

Can I have hcs for reader in a poly relationship with Axel and Roxas? Or maybe you think Roxas is too young for something like this? In that case I totally understand, you only have to write things you're comfortable with :)

Notes: Hello! Yes, I do write poly with AkuRoku, I ship it super hard. I always age Roxas up in situations like this, and I will mainly write him in modern!AU to keep from screwing up the timeline. I actually have a lot to say on the whole subject of properly aging your characters up and whether or not you should or should not keep them canon, but that’s a topic for another time. For now, please enjoy this set! (Also this is a long one, PLEASE ENJOY!)

How you met:

When you first met Axel and Roxas, they had already been dating for a year, and it showed.

These two dorks would push and pull at each other, making sarcastic, almost rude comments.

At first, you thought they were brothers, then you saw them holding hands one day.

‘Okay,’ you thought to yourself. ‘Sometimes brothers hold hands.’

Alas, you were quite wrong when Axel leaned down to kiss Roxas full on the mouth, while Roxas held onto him by the collar.

‘Nope, definitely not brothers.’

And yet you couldn’t stop yourself from wanting in the middle of that sandwich.

It didn’t take long for the two of them to notice you, or rather for Axel to notice you and start teasing you about always being where they were.

You quickly all became friends, eating ice cream on the clock tower together while the two cuddled, you felt a bit like the odd one out.

How you got together:

The three of you had been hanging out on the clocktower like usual, chatting about nothing when Roxas and Axel decided to bear down on you with some very unusual questions.

“Hey [Y/N], are you dating anyone?”

“Wh-what?”

“What Roxas means is that you’re always free to hang out and we never see you with anyone but us,” Axel stated as if it was it was the most obvious thing.

“I-”

“Easier question,” Roxas said. “Do you like anyone?”

“I’m more offended that you don’t think I have any other friends!”

The three of you laugh at this for a good minute, before things get serious again.

“But really, do you like anyone?”

Your face is as red as the sunset, you couldn’t tell them that you liked them, that would be so weird and possibly ruin your friendship, so instead, you decide to give them a vague answer.

“Actually, I like two people.”

Bad choice [Y/N].

“Oh?”

“Y-yeah?”

“Who?”

“No one you two know.”

The two were excited after hearing that their friend had not one- but two crushes. Even if they didn’t know the people, they wanted to know everything, how they walked, talked, why you liked them, how you met, what you thought of them, what effect they had on you, how long you knew them. EVERYTHING.

It wasn’t until a week later that you finally gave into their pestering.

“Okay! Okay! Stop already, I’ll tell you! Just don’t be mad.”

You were on the Clocktower again, and it was like keeping puppies in a bathtub trying not to tell them any chance you got.

But now was the perfect time, just the three of you, sea-salt ice cream, and the sunset.

“I like you, Axel-”

“YOU LIKE AXEL?” Roxas shouted.

“LET ME FINISH!” You smacked Roxas’s arm playfully.

“And I like you, Roxas.”

You all sat in an uncomfortable silence for a while, it was the first time that you truly felt like you wished you had never become friends with them in the first place. However, your fears were put to rest after Roxas put a hand on your shoulder, bringing you back to reality.

“Don’t freak out, we like you too.”

You were so taken aback that you almost fell off the clocktower completely, luckily, you didn’t.

“Wh-what?”

“Yeah, we’ve been talking about it when you weren’t here, we like you, as more than a friend and if it’s cool, we’d like to-”

“DO MORE THAN JUST SIT HERE AND EAT FREAKING ICE CREAM!” Axel interjects loudly.

Roxas shoots a glare at Axel.

You burst out laughing. They really had been thinking about this.

All of you begin laughing and joking as Roxas tries to grab Axel’s ice cream, saying that if he hated sitting around eating it so much that he should hand it over.

Dating Axel and Roxas:

Things start out slow between the three of you, you’re not used to dating two guys at once and for most of your life you had been taught that it was cheating, so you had to ease your way into it.

Axel and Roxas apparently had a few other people that they had dated before you, but they don’t mention them if you don’t want to. They do however try their best to explain the ins and outs of polyamorous dating, which you learn is the name for it.

Things like how Axel and Roxas are primary partners, meaning that their relationship comes first for them, and your relationship is secondary, but not any less important to them.

Also that your relationship between the three of you is special and even though people around you may not understand or comprehend it, it doesn’t make it any less valid.

Another thing you learned is that polyamory is not polygamy. Something you didn’t know before and were actually quite happy to know.

Aside from the learning aspect of your relationship, lots of little things were discussed.

Like how Axel does get jealous on occasion, but it can be easily managed by scheduling everyone’s time wisely.

You all decided to have every three days (Sunday, Wednesday/Monday, Thursday/Tuesday, Friday) be your set schedules, while Saturday was the day that you all three had together. (A better explanation would be Axel and Roxas are in the same room the first day then it’s Axel and you, then Roxas and you, then it goes again, and finally, you have the all together day.)

For your shared night the three of you would either have a stay in movie night or go out and eat sea-salt ice cream on the clock tower and then come home and play video games.

You quickly learned that these two are homebodies and would even work from home given the chance.

Food is never a problem, mostly because of Axel’s inability to stay out of the grocery store whenever he passes it, but also because Roxas has a hidden talent for baking.

Speaking of hidden talents, did I mention the two are musically blessed?

I didn’t?

Well now I have, Roxas will sing in the shower, while baking, while taking a poop, you name it, he’s singing while doing it.

Axel, on the other hand, is not quite so gifted, think Fiona in Shrek where she kills a bird with her voice. Not that it’s lack of trying, it’s more, the lack of being able to hear past your own hair. Yet somehow he can play the keyboard that is tucked away in the corner of the living room all covered in dust.

You’ve heard them do a duet before, it was on your birthday, Axel pulled out the old keyboard, and Roxas sat next to him on the bench. They sang a love song that they had heard on the radio and you were in tears by the end of it.

That was also the night that you told them that you loved them.

And they told you right back, with just as much love.

You didn’t make it to the bedroom that night. ;)

These two are so dorky sometimes when they say that they love you, especially now that they’ve said it already. Axel will take things out of your reach and ask you for a peck on the cheek before giving it back. You’ll glare at him and Roxas will roll his eyes in the corner. Then you’ll give in and give him the peck on the peck on the cheek that he wanted so much before he said that you only put up with him because you love him.

“And what would give you the impression that I love you?”

You’ll say.

Axel will mock hurt and Roxas will roll his eyes, AGAIN, before telling Axel that he still loves him.

Roxas is actually worse when it comes to getting you to tell him that you love him.

He will jump on the bed, straddle you, and start tickling you until you say that you love him. Sometimes this can go on for 30 minutes or more because Axel will hear the giggling and join in.

Sleeping in the same bed is a mess! Tangled limbs, covers going every which way, people on top of each other, it’s like a hurricane of sweat and body parts.

Axel likes to be in the middle with both of you on either side unless you’re spooning in which case it goes Axel, Roxas, You and then you’ll occasionally all turn around.

After a while, you’ll realize that this relationship is meant to last and you won’t ever want to leave them. The three of you make each other very happy and you can’t imagine ever being anywhere but with these two goofballs.

Feigning The Connection (32/?)

Prompt: You seem so invincible. But just touch you and you’ll wince. You have secrets and trust no one. You’re the perfect example of betrayal. Because anyone you’ve ever trusted broke you. Thrust into a new world, will you be able to stay alone, or will Bellamy work his way in?

SEASON ONE, TWO, THREE AND FOUR

SEASON FIVE: PART ONE - PART TWO - PART THREE

A/N: Another Saturday, another part!

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Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Based off of: The 100 05x07, 05x08 and 05x09

Warnings: spoilers.

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With a heavy sigh, you set your head in your hands. The constant feeling of worry never seemed to leave you ever since that conversations with your father.

He is in danger.

What did that even mean? What was wrong? And how much could Octavia have truly changed? 

Staying with Raven was starting to feel like a mistake, and you felt yourself anxious. You needed to get out of here, and fast. If Bellamy truly was in danger like your father said, and you didn’t doubt your father’s word, then you were of no use here. But, what were you meant to do with a shock collar around your neck that would electrify you the moment you stepped out of the room?

You were pulled out of your thoughts the moment you felt the bed dip in weight. Turning, you saw Raven take a seat next to you, and was pleasantly surprised when you saw Echo walk in behind her. “Hey, Spacewalker,” she grinned, before her eyes fell on you. “Y/N.”

You nodded at her, a small smile lighting up your features at the sight of a familiar friend.

“Finally,” Raven chuckled, relieved, “tell me this is a rescue op.”

“It won’t be anything if we can’t get out of this church.” Echo took a piece of bread from Raven’s plate, taking a bite out of it as she surveyed the area around you. “I’m betting, by now, my girl’s figured out how to slip her collar.”

You felt your smile fall at Echo’s words, turning to Raven who shook her head, glum.

Echo frowned, eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at a point past Raven’s shoulders. “They’re watching us,” she announced, “but there’s something I need you to see. The both of you,” you turned to her as she stressed her point, “let’s go get some water.”

You followed without fault, but you couldn’t help but feel yourself practically itch to ask if Bellamy was okay. You kept your mouth shut though, biting your tongue, as you knew that now was not the time.

Once you were secluded from the others, and away from the prying eyes of Diyoza’s men, Echo pulled out a small flash drive, setting it on the dish where the water usually resided. “Monty said I need to insert it into any console connected to the transport ship’s primary server,” Echo explained, pouring herself a glass of water.

Echo turned away, as you and Raven turned to the table. You peered past Raven’s shoulder as she picked up the small flash drive.

“It’s essentially a key-logger,” she begun, “auto-installs and opens a back door to their surveillance system that only Monty can see. Heh. It’s brilliant.” You bit your lip, turning away as to not seem too suspicious. “Too bad we can’t get to the bridge without our heads exploding.”

“What about Kane? Maybe he--”

“He’s with Diyoza,” you frowned, eyes narrowing slightly. “I don’t know what happened to him in that bunker, but he’s different.”

“You haven’t seen them,” Echo spoke, and you felt your heart plummet. You knew instantly of who she meant. “They’re all different.” Your frowned deepened, your worry increasing tenfold. “Murphy said you had someone inside their camp.”

Raven nodded, gesturing to Shaw.

“Can we trust him?”

“I hope so,” Raven mumbled, “he’s our only shot.”

Raven stepped away then, heading over to Shaw. You took this as your chance. “Echo,” you called, turning to her. “Bellamy?”

She bit her lip, eyes narrowing. “It’s not good.”

You opened your mouth to say more, but Echo’s attention was pulled elsewhere. Following her line of vision, you frowned when you saw Shaw step past Raven, as if she was nothing. Raven turned to the both of you then, chest rising and falling with a deep sigh as she turned back to her bed. Your attention was then pulled past her, watching as Kane walked into the room.

“I have some unfortunate news,” your father announced, coming to a stop before everyone. “Karina’s dead. She was Louwoda Kliron Kru, so the rites will be performed this afternoon. Together, we can make sure that her death will not be in vain.”

You stepped forward, intent on talking with your father, but he only turned, heading out of the room. You paused, hands falling by your side with disappointment. He certainly had changed.

Shaking your head, you walked up so you were beside Raven, stopping just beside her when Shaw threw a blanket at her. She looked at you, before slowly peeling back the blanket, revealing a note. You eyed her, curious as you both turned to read the note.

Don’t go to the funeral.

Your eye lit up with realization, this was your opportunity. “Raven,” you called, setting your hand on her shoulder. “I need to get out of here.”

“What?” She questioned, attention being pulled from the note to you as her eyes widened. “We can’t get out of here without these collars off, and you know that I do-”

“Bellamy’s in danger, Raven,” you explained, shoulders tensing. Taking a step towards the girl, you leaned in, whispering. “I need to get to him and I think I know who can help me.”

Raven’s eyes lit with realization, and then she frowned; “that’s if he even goes for i-”

“Raven,” you whispered, voce desperate. “Please.”

Raven sighed, shoulders dropping; “i’ll talk to him.”

-

“We have to be quick.”

Glancing around, you made sure no one was looking, turning to Shaw with a quick nod. “I know,” you assured, “you take the collar off, then we leave, and you get me out.”

“It’s a shitty plan,” he sighed, shaking his head. “There’s no guarantee this works, and if it doesn’t, I can’t promise Diyoza won’t-”

Setting your hand on the boy’s shoulders, you interrupted his nervous rambling. “Thank you,” you whispered, meeting his eyes with a nod. Pulling a gentle smile on your lips, you squeezed his shoulders. “Seriously, you’re doing a lot more than I can rightly ask for. And I cannot thank you enough.”

“It’s fine,” he dismissed, shaking his head. “Let’s just do this. We’re running out of time.”

You nodded, making sure to remain silent. Shaw needed to focus if he was to get your collar off without triggering the shock, which you really didn’t want him to do. 

It took some convincing, but miraculously enough, Raven had managed to convince Shaw to help you. You knew that, as Shaw had said, it was a shitty plan. There was no guarantee you’d make it out, and the possibility of being caught was ten to one. And then, if you did even manage to make it out, you had a long walk ahead of yourself. Shaw was only able to scrounge up some food and water, but the rations would only last so long.

There was no guarantee you’d even survive the walk back to Polis. But you were determined.

You’d do anything for Bellamy.

“Keep still,” Shaw ordered gruffly and you felt your body freeze in response.

“Sorry.”

Still, as you stood there, waiting for Shaw to get the collar off, you felt your fists clench tightly. You were sure your knuckles had turned white in response, and you felt your heart pound erratically against your chest. The stakes of this escape mission were high, and you hated leaving Raven and Echo behind - especially in the hands of your enemy.

But your hand had been forced. You could only guess, truly, what was happening to Bellamy. And maybe Octavia wasn’t all that bad, and you were overreacting. But you had not only heard it from your father, but Shaw and Echo themselves. 

It seemed a lot had happened in the bunker that you didn’t quite understand. But you knew Bellamy, and you knew how he was. If Octavia was anything like you’d been told, Bellamy was in danger.

That much you knew.

“Almost there,” Shaw mumbled, brows drawn in in focus. You only hummed in response, nervously sliding your eyes across the room, afraid that one of Diyoza’s men would come walking in. Or maybe even Diyoza herself.

Then, “there,” Shaw exclaimed, and you felt the tightness around your neck loosen. Shaw leaned back, and the collar went with him. Your hand instinctively went to your own throat, rubbing it as Shaw nodded up at you.

“Okay,” he begun, turning, “we need to go.”

You followed behind him, stopping when he peered around the corner, making sure no one was near. “We have to stay in the shadows,” he explained, turning to you. “The moment we are outside, stay low, don’t get caught.”

You once again nodded, wordless as Shaw moved to walk out of the church. On the count of three, he moved, and you were quick to follow. Almost immediately, you crouched, tucking into yourself so as not to be seen. Shaw led you through the trees, making sure to remain covered at all times.

The walk was silent, but you had expected as much. You were constantly looking around, making sure that no one had seen either of you, and with each step, you grew closer to Bellamy.

“You can go out through the woods,” Shaw whispered, voice raspy as to remain silent. “I can only go so far, and then you’ll have to go on your own.”

Shaw and you continued to walk for a few more minutes, before he paused, turning to you. His eyes once again slid across the area, making sure you hadn’t been caught before his eyes fell on you. “Okay,” he grunted, “just go out here.” he pointed to his left, “and keep walking straight. Eventually, you’ll hit dry-land.”

“Okay,” you replied, glancing past his shoulder. You moved to step forward, before pausing, “Shaw, than-”

You were interrupted by an alarm blaring. Almost instantly your eyes widened, panic flooding your entire being. You turned to Shaw for help and for guidance, and you noticed his entire body tense in response, lips parting.

“They know you escaped,” he grumbled, shaking his head. Stepping forward, he peered past a tree, watching as everyone in the Valley fell into a fit of panic. Then, he turned to you; “you need to go,” he urged, “now.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll be caught,” he dismissed, shaking his head, “just go.”

“Shaw-”

“You need to go, or else you’ll be caught too.”

You bit your lip, feeling your heart pound erratically against your chest. This was your one chance at getting to Bellamy, but it didn’t settle right within you to just leave the boy who’d risked his life for you in the first place. What would happen to him if he did get caught?

“Go!”

Sighing, you nodding, shuffling forward, still crouched. Just before you moved to stand and start running, you turned back to Shaw. “Take care of Raven for me.”

Shaw’s lips parted, and glancing back at you, he slowly nodded.

-

Each step felt like it weighed the world.

You felt a hand fall on your neck, brushing back your hair before lips pressed against the skin. You instantly knew who it was, and without question, a small smile fell on your lips in response.

You turned your body, so you were laying on your back rather then your side. You smiled up at Bellamy, your hand curling around his neck and pulling him closer as you pressed your lips against his own. It was a short but sweet kiss, your lips against his own only for moment before he was pulling back, grinning down at you.

Then, his smile faltered somewhat, and his thumb stroked your cheek, concern befalling his expression. “Everything okay?”

You furrowed your brows in response, baffled by the question. “Yeah,” you assured, nodding your head. “Why?”

Bellamy bit his lip, maneuvering his body until he was sat by you on your shared bed. You pushed yourself up, so you were leaning against the bed board and facing Bellamy. Setting your hands in your lap, you patiently waited for Bellamy to explain himself.

“Raven told me...” His words trailed, obviously unable to find the courage to finish his sentence. But he didn’t need to you -- you were all too aware of what he was speaking off.

“Oh,” you mumbled, realization flooding you. “She told you about earlier? When I had my panic attack?”

Bellamy nodded.

With a soft smile, you leaned forward, sliding Bellamy’s hand in your own. “I’m fine,” you reassured, nodding at him. “It’s just sort of happened.”

“Your father?”

Your lips parted, surprised for a moment. Bellamy knew you too well, it was almost a little scary. Of course, you didn’t truly mind. So with a soft nod, you squeezed his hand, confirming his thoughts. “Yeah,” you whispered, “i’m just worried that i’ll never see him again.”

“You will,” Bellamy spoke, surprising you once again.

Pulling your eyes on him, Bellamy smiled at you; “I promise you, you’ll see your father again.

Your throat felt raw - the growing need for water becoming unbearable.

“The girl who lived under the floor?”

Bellamy nodded, a solemn expression on his face as he looked out the window. You bit your lip in thought, narrowing your eyes quizzically. It was all too obvious who he was speaking about. “Octavia, right?” You questioned, turning to him once again.

Bellamy’s lips parted, almost as if to argue, before a small smile fell on his lips and he nodded.

“How’d you know?”

Leaning into Bellamy’s embrace when he wrapped an arm around your waist, you let your head fall on his shoulder. After a year of being up on the Ark, you felt content right this moment. Of course there were days worse than others, and things didn’t always run smoothly. But in this moment, right now, by Bellamy’s side with no one else around, you felt content.

“You forget that my father was apart of the council,” you explained, shrugging your shoulders. “Plus, the girl under the floor was a popular topic in the Ark.”

Bellamy nodded, his eyes lighting up with an almost wistful expression. So much had changed, and it was hard to believe that you two had once been criminals sent down to the earth to test it. Nothing more the lab rats, willing to be disposed of for the better of the good citizens.

Look at you now.

All you saw was desert. No green, no life.

“The day can wait.”

“Y/N,” Bellamy sighed, but couldn’t help the smile that fell on his lips as he gazed down at you. You were currently sprawled out on the bed, peering up at Bellamy with a goofy smile as you held fast to his hand, desperate for him to not leave. “There’s work to be done. You should be getting up too.”

“You work hard every day,” you sighed, pushing yourself up so you were sat before Bellamy. He stood tall before you, and you had to strain your neck to look up at him. But you didn’t mind all that much, considering the view you got. “We both work hard every day. Can’t we just sleep in for once?”

“Y/N-”

You interrupted whatever Bellamy had been about to say by sliding your hands up his legs, purposely missing you-know-what, before letting your hands slide under his shirt. You followed your hands, pushing yourself up until you were sat on your knees, grinning up at Bellamy mischievously as you let your hand wander across his chest teasingly.

“Are you sure we can’t just sleep in a little?”

Bellamy looked like he wanted to argue. His head turned, and his eyes fell on the door to your bedroom, debating. But all it took was for you to grab the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his chest before smirking up at him. It also didn’t help, mind you, that you only had a bra on and your shorts.

You looked too tempting to pass up.

“Fine,” Bellamy huffed, leaning into your hands as you cupped his cheeks. “But only for an hour. The others will be wondering where we are.”

“I knew I could convince you,” you teased, smirking up at him.

“Oh, shut up.”

Your knees felt weak, as if you’d fall over any moment.

“Do you ever think about them?”

You turned, letting your eyes fall on Bellamy as he kept his gaze straightforward. You didn’t have to ask to know who he was talking about, and with a sigh, you nodded. “All the time.”

“About her?”

You frowned, eyes falling on your lap where you fiddled with your hands. It was obvious that he was referring to Clarke, and you couldn’t help but feel a deep sadness burn within you. While you and Clarke had never been particularly close, she’d sacrificed her life so that you got to live.

There was no greater act of bravery then that.

“Yes,” you nodded, looking up once again. “I think about how she must have died content knowing that we made it. That we got to live. And that she never felt lonely, because she knew that she’d saved her friends lives.”

You met Bellamy’s eyes then, nodding at him reassuringly. Bellamy blinked, smiling softly and somewhat hesitantly in return, moving his hand so he could slip it into your own.

You knew that he felt guilty. That he hadn’t himself for leaving Clarke behind. But you also knew, that no matter how simple your words had been, that you had been able to help ease his mind - if only just a little bit.

“She risked her life for us, Bell,” you whispered, squeezing his hand, “don’t waste it.”

You were so close, but it felt as if you were miles away.

“Bellamy!”

You groaned, your vision dotting at the corners as you tried to keep yourself straight up. It was taking strenuous effort just to pick up one foot at the time, and you felt your body screaming at you to fall asleep.

But you knew that was the last thing you could do. You may not know much about the human body, and how to heal someone when injured, but you did know that when you had a bump on the head (or in your case, something worse), falling asleep was about the worst thing you could do.

You leant heavily against Raven and Emori as they helped lead back you inside. Their desperate calls for help and Bellamy’s name rung throughout your head, as if it echoed in your very mind. Your vision blurred, and suddenly, with one blink, Bellamy was before you, grabbing your arms.

“What happened?” You heard him ask, voice laced with worry. You couldn’t quite pick out his face, but you knew it must have been covered with concern. 

Bellamy pulled you from Raven and Emori’s hands, a hand falling on your lower back and one grabbing ahold of your hand as he led you over to the bench you usually ate at. Once you were sat, Raven left your side as Bellamy crouched before you, and Emori remained stood beside you. By now, the others had gathered, even Murphy had joined, mainly in concern, as you groaned out in pain.

Raven returned with a cloth, handing it to Bellamy who gently patted it against your bleeding forehead.

“Raven,” you heard Bellamy call, voice gruff. “What the hell happened?”

“It was an accident,” Raven sighed, shaking her head. “She slipped and everything came tumbling onto her. Truthfully, she’s lucky she didn’t break a bone.”

“Sure feels like I did,” you groaned, shifting uncomfortably.

Bellamy only frowned, finding your comment more worrisome then funny. Leaning forward, he pulled back the cloth, biting his lip in thought. “It looks serious,” he mumbled, turning back to the others with panicked eyes. “You’ll have to rest for the next little while.”

You hated the thought of that. You already felt useless enough, not really having a set job here on the Ark - being in recommission really didn’t help.

“Come on,” Bellamy whispered, wrapping an arm around you to help guide you to your feet. “I’ll get you to bed.”

Everything seemed to grow darker.

“Come on,” Bellamy sighed, taking a seat on the bed next to you. “It’s just a minor bump in the road.”

You didn’t reply. Rather, you remained laid on your side, back facing Bellamy as you stared at the wall adjacent to you. You knew you were being a baby, sulking like this just because you’d hurt yourself and now had to rest for the next few days. But something that had always bothered you, was being unable to help. Feeling useless.

And that’s exactly how you felt now.

“Y/N,” Bellamy urged, moving to grab your hand. You pulled your hand away before he could grasp your own, feeling guilt flood you at the gasp you received in response.

You felt like a child. Pouting and pulling away from Bellamy who was only just trying to help. You just couldn’t help yourself. And truly, you were in no rush to change the way things were.

“Well,” Bellamy mumbled, and you felt the bed shift, no doubt him moving to stand up. “I’ll come back to check in later.”

You once again remained silent, not even moving your body at bit as you listened closely to Bellamy’s footsteps grow farther and farther away from you. Then, just as he reached the door, you heard him pause, no doubt gazing back at you pleadingly.

You felt your heart tighten in response, anticipating his words.

“You know,” he begun, voice soft, “no one blames you.”

Biting your lip, you let your eyes fall shut.

“Accidents happen.”

But why did they always seem to happen to you? If it wasn’t your damn panic attacks, it was your lack of knowledge. And if it wasn’t that, it was your lack of talent. There was nothing you excelled in, unlike Raven or Monty, and even Emori who was learning from the best. 

You just seemed to stay put. Useless as always.

“That doesn’t make you useless.”

You gasped, eyes snapping open.

“You’re more help then you think, Y/N. And when you’re ready, I think you’ll understand that.”

The door shut then, announcing Bellamy’s exit. You finally moved, turning around to stare at the door he’d just walked through.

Maybe he was right.

So close. Just a little bit more.

“When did you learn how to do this?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you bit back your smile. “I had a lot of free time,” you teased, eyes remaining focused on Bellamy’s arm that you were bandaging.

“I thought you were suppose to be resting.”

“I was,” you huffed, half-glaring up at the boy. “But there was no point laying in bed all day.”

“You’re quite good,” Bellamy complimented, smiling at you as he pulled away his fully bandaged arm. Eyeing it for a moment, he pulled his gaze from his arm to you, smiling lovingly your way. “I’m impressed.”

“We don’t have Clarke anymore,” you mumbled, dampening the mood somewhat. “Or Abby. It’s just us up here, and we don’t have any medicine either. I was lucky something worse hadn’t happened,” you frowned, touching your forehead slightly. “So I decided that i’m gonna learn the best I can about bandaging injuries and the such, and that way, if something does go wrong, we’re not all completely helpless.”

Biting his lip, Bellamy slipped his hand in your own, squeezing it. “I told you,” he teased, smirking lightly. “You’d find your way.”

With a soft blush on your cheeks, you shrugged your shoulders, chuckling softly.

“Not that you weren’t any help before,” Bellamy assured.

“I know,” you nodded, then paused, “or at least I do now. Thanks to you.” Bellamy nodded, he’d do anything to make you happy or content. And he was speaking the truth. You were more help then you thought you were, and Bellamy wouldn’t be where he was now without you.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

The moment you saw it, you let yourself go.

You heard the distant calls of voices, all mixed together, screaming that there was an intruder. That something was happening. Part of you realized that your own people could very well shoot you right there and then, but your exhaustion over-rid your rational thinking.

You could barely walk on your own two feet anymore.

So, pushing yourself just that last little bit, you let yourself fall. You collapsed to your knees first, and then face first into the sand, chest rising and falling rapidly.

You heard footsteps heading your way, along with the calls of many different voices. “Intruder!”

“What’s she doing?”

“Is she okay?”

“What do we do?”

You barely registered the fact that a group of them had surrounded you, weapons pointed at your head if you made one sudden movement. “Should we kill her?”

“Bloodreina will want to see her first, i’m sure.”

“She’s the enemy. We shou-”

“Wait!”

The voice seemed familiar, but you felt no strength within you to pick up your head and see exactly who was speaking. It was silent for a moment longer, a pair of footsteps headed your way before once again pausing before you. Then, there was a hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you until you were on your back. And through your heavy lids and the hot sun beating down on your back, you saw Miller.

“Y/N?”

You wanted to respond. Say something. But you found barely any sound left your lips when you moved them, and your vision was darkening at the corners.

All you managed to whisper before you finally fell unconscious was; “Bellamy...”

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Harry Potter character personal headcanons - Golden & Silver Trio

Harry

Race: White mother, Asian father (common headcanon is that he’s Indian, and really, I like that headcanon) Sexuality: Bi bi bi bi bi (and that’s pretty much canon, given his reaction to meeting Bill and Charlie, as well as the amount of detail he keeps describing Sirius’ hair and Cedric’s face, and of course we know how much he fancied Cho and Ginny) Ship(s): There’s Ginny, of course. They’re pretty much soulmates.  I also like him with Luna, since they understand each other in a way many people don’t.  I also like the idea of them in a poly relationship, where they all love each other equally. In an AU where Ginny and Luna are married and not into polyamory, I’d probably ship him with Neville, but I don’t think Neville is into guys, so... Nope ship(s): Draco, Snape, Voldemort... you name it. I’ve also seen fanart for Harry and Hagrid... and McGonagall... and even Buckbeak. Yeah, ma boi deserves way better than that... Platonic ship(s): Ron and Hermione. He’s like a brother to both of them, but they’re definitely not siblings to each other...  And Ginny, Luna and Neville will all be his platonic soulmates if they aren’t dating. Oh, and I love the relationship he has with Fred and George. He’s basically their adopted lil bro, and that’s really cute. Disability/ies: It’s basically canon that he has depression and PTSD in the fifth book, and I don’t think any of that completely disappears like, ever. In order to reach the “all was well” ending, he must have gone to some kind of therapy, and I hope he did so after the war. I don’t know whether his “saving people thing” is an actual mental illness, but I’ve read on tumblr that it often appears in abuse/neglect victims.

Ron

Race: White as a toilet paper roll Sexuality: Straight, but bi-curious. He had a huge obsession with Viktor Krum, and he did wonder for awhile whether that was “a gay crush”. Eventually, he figured out that it was “just” an idolization. Big ally tho. Ship(s): Hermione! They were like made for each other, and I have a really hard time imagining them with anyone else, and I can’t see any of them being into polyamory either. That being said, I could definitely see him with Luna, if I have to pick someone else. They both saw potential in each other that no one else really saw, and I think they’d definitely entertain each other. But I think he needs someone mature and serious, like Hermione; they balance each other out more. Nope ship(s): Like with Harry, anyone who was mean to him. Draco, Voldemort... and any of the Weasleys! I’ve also seen him paired up with McGonagall and Dumbledore, and that was... strange, to put it mildly. Platonic ship(s): Harry. Definitely Harry. And Luna (if he doesn’t date her). Neville, too (I wish we had seen more of their friendship in canon, especially in the movies, where Ron was often a bit condescending to Neville, which he really wasn’t in the books... oh well, I’m going off topic) Disability/ies: Canonically arachnophobia. I also think he has some kind of anxiety or depression, a bit milder that Harry’s obvious trauma, but he is SO insecure during the series that he can’t be classified as neurotypical.

Hermione

Race: Black father, white mother (that white mother is Jewish, btw. You can’t have a Nazi-coded villain without making at least some Jewish characters, especially if said characters are part of in-universely oppressed groups) Sexuality: Token Straight Girl™. I like to picture her as demisexual/demiromantic, but judging by the instant crush she had on Lockhart, that seems pretty unlikely. Definitely an ally, tho. Ship(s): Ron, Ron, Ron Weasley. Like I mentioned above, I just can’t picture them with other people. But if I have to, I could see her with Neville. They were very close friends, and if she never befriended Ron, I could definitely see them growing to love each other. However, in canon, they seem more like brother/sister-ish. Nope Ship(s): So, so many. Like Harry; Snape, Voldy and Draco are no-go. But Bellatrix, Pansy Parkinson and (for some very weird reason) Greyback (yes, I’ve seen it...) are all wrong in their own ways. Platonic ship(s): Harry and Neville. Sort of McGonagall too, in a way. Disability/ies: Ocd, social anxiety of some kind. Could be on the autism spectrum as well. Screw that, I’m autistic and I like her, so therefore, she is autistic too.

Neville

Race: I think he’s white. Pretty sure he’s described as pink-faced and blue-eyed at some point (but if people wanna headcanon him as poc, then let them) Sexuality: Asexual. As I mentioned above, I don’t think he’s into guys, so a heteroromantic ace? Also, I don’t think he is comepletely cis, either. But whether he’s a binary trans dude, intersex, non-binary... I could see it all. Ship(s): While we never really saw their romance in the book, I think he and Hannah Abbot would be really cute together. There’d be lots of fluff. Probably gonna write some fanfic of their relationship someday. In an AU where Hermione didn’t date Ron, I could see Neville/Hermione, for aforementioned reasons. Nope ship(s): Fortunately, I have yet to see ma smol bean Nevy in problematic ships (a bit weird, considering he’s played by Mathew Lewis, whom lots of straight girls find hot – I’m surprised I haven’t seen fanart of him with Draco, Bellatrix etc.) I hope I’ll never do! But yeah, Draco and Bellatrix are definitely nopes. Platonic ship(s): All of the Core Six™ characters. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Luna... he has a great relationship with all of them in canon. Disability/ies: Probably some kind of anxiety. 

Ginny

Race: Just like Ron, super duper white. Sexuality: She gives me a queer vibe. It’s common to headcanon her as bi, and well, so do I. Ship(s): Harry, of course.  And Luna. Luna as the soft flower gal, Ginny as the smol energy bomb, both wanting to protecc each other... I love it! Like I mentioned above, I mostly ship them in a polyamorous relationship. If we say that Harry and Luna were together and not into polyamory, I would ship her with an oc; a butch lesbian quidditch player she met while playing professional Quidditch. (I do think she dated that “oc” for awhile before marrying Harry, but idk) Nope ship(s): First of all, Voldemort. That ship is creepy af, okay?  And any of her siblings is no-no, too.  Platonic ship(s): If she didn’t date Harry or Luna, then they’d both be platonic soulmates for her. I like her protectiveness of Neville, too. And I love her friendship with Tonks! I know we didn’t really see them interact in canon, but I’d love to see her befriend Colin Creevey.  Disability/ies: None that I can think of... she could have some mild ADHD, but I don’t know enough details about ADHD to argue for my case.

Luna

Race: Pretty sure she’s white. However, I’ve seen some gorgeous fanart of a Latina!Luna. Sexuality: Pan pan pan. Falls in love very easily, but respects it when people don’t like her back. I once read a post about her being a trans girl, and honestly? I could see it. I especially like the idea of a very tall and lean Luna Lovegood, but extremely soft and girly fairy princess on the inside. Ship(s): She did marry some dude called Rolf in canon and had kids with him. However, I don’t know enough about him to ship them, tho he’s probably pretty cool. But I do think they broke up at some point, but remained friends. I also ship her with Harry and Ginny, like I mentioned above. And Ron, if he didn’t date Hermione, also like mentioned above. Nope ship(s): Any ships where she has to be some Manic Pixie Dream Girl to some evil guy, especially if he’s much older than her. She deserves so much better than that! Platonic ship(s): Harry and Ginny, if she doesn’t date any of them. Ron and Neville. In an AU, I like the idea of her befriending Snape, as long as he isn’t mean to her or anything (and she has to call him out for the way he treats Neville, too, bc I don’t think she’d be okay with that) but if they start dating, then I quit Disability/ies: Autistic af. I’m Autistic, I identify with Luna, therefore, Luna is Autistic. No, but seriously; the way she speaks directly about her thoughts and feelings, doesn’t mind being alone (even enjoys it sometimes) and seems very passionate whenever she does something are very clear signs.

Hi uhh can I get some... B O N E L E S S djd relationship headcanons with a human s/o.

*At first I was gonna do separate headcanons for all the members but then I remembered that poly is a thing and then I thought that hey, why not do that? So here it is! Also, by boneless I think you mean SFW but send in another request if you want something with more… boners in them.*

It’s a mystery how you charmed them and won over their sparks but here you are, in a relationship with the most notorious psychopaths in the universe. Your parents would be proud. Or terrified. Probably terrified. But hey, you are free to make your own choices, no matter how bad they seem.

Cuddle piles is a must. It happens at least once a day and once you’re caught in one you can’t escape. Better give up trying and just go with it. Usually you end up in Vos’s arms (because he’s the fastest to snatch you) and Vos lies is Tesarus blender stomach (no fear) while Tesarus leans against Helex who’s holding Kaon, who is his turn have the Pet lying across his legs and Nickel is leaning against Kaon while holding Tarn’s head in her lap. You’ve got this all figured out by now. Helex is perfect to cuddle because he’s always so warm and he takes advantage of that so that everyone (especially you) cling to him.

Game nights are also a thing, believe it or not. Your favorite game to play is surprisingly enough from Earth, Uno. How Kaon can see what’s on his cards you have no idea but somehow he does. He’s also quite good. But the best player is without a doubt Nickel. She owns you all and your wins together don’t even match half of hers. She refuses to tell you how she always wins. Tesarus believes that she’s secretly a physic. Vos simply thinks she’s cheating. He’s tried to catch her doing so but he have never succeeded.

Speaking about Vos, he likes to carry you around on either his shoulders or in his arms. He enjoys that he is taller than you and uses it to his advantage. Sometimes he takes your stuff and holds it out of your reach when he wants your attention. When this happens someone else usually takes your thing from him and keeps it out of his reach so that he can’t touch it. It’s quite hilarious to watch and Nickel have a bunch of videos and photos of this happening that she invites you to laugh at with her all the time. It’s become lan inside joke between the two of you and sometimes you send each other pictures of it during meetings. It’s like a bad meme.

Tesarus jokes with you a lot and he laughs with you more than he does with anybody else. You often watch movies together, both cybertronian and from Earth, and it doesn’t matter what kind of movie it is, it’s always turned into a comedy with the two of you. This is mostly because Tesarus keeps joking about the plot or the actor and he’s actually pretty darn funny. Helex often joins you in watching movies and while he doesn’t joke as much as Tesarus it’s apparent he’s enjoying himself with how he smiles. He gets a bit emotional sometimes during movies, especially dramas, and you once saw him shed a tear during The Green Mile. To be fair it’s a really sad movie.

It’s not uncommon for you to ride around on the Pet’s back to get around the ship. You are one of the few people it will actually obey and it always wags its tail when it sees you so it’s evident that it likes you a lot. If it ever feels excluded or forgotten it will not hesitate to pick you up by your cloths with its fangs and carry you off to cuddle. Of course Kaon is cooing the entire time and thinks it’s adorable. One time he walked in on the Pet trying to groom you and he legit started to cry. Come on, you’ve fought in a war, you torture bots for fun, why are you so soft all of a sudden?

You introduced Tarn to classical music from Earth and now he finds himself a big fan of Mozart, Beethoven and Bach. Never did he think something made by humans could fill him with such emotions (other than you of course, you’re special). His favorite is Beethoven’s Symphony No. 9 since it’s filled with such raw emotion. Meanwhile Vos heard you playing some pop once and now he’s obsessed with Lady Gaga. Congratulations. You’ve walked multiple times on him (trying) to sing Poker Face. He’s not even ashamed. It’s his new theme song after all.

Nickel cares about your health a lot (of course) and she frets over you all the time. Organics are so frail, especially humans, who knows what might happen!? Gives you a bunch of vitamins pills everyday and makes you exercise frequently so that your body is in tip-top shape. Sneeze and she will force you to rest until you’re 100% better. She’s working on a way to make you live longer and everyone except you knows about it. They’re not ready to let you go and they don’t think they ever will. Because they don’t know how you will react if you learned about it they keep it quiet and will only tell you after they have succeeded. You will have the rest of eternity to forgive them then.

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Hi love! I really hope you have been doing well :) I saw you open a request. If you don’t mind, can I have a written poly-ship with BTS, GOT7, Seventeen and Mixed artists? If it’s too much, you can ignore it ☺️ (private my selca please ❤️❤️❤️)

I’m the eldest of four, making me reliable & a good leader. I’m supportive (#1 fan🤣), very caring, trustworthy, affectionate, kind and strong both physically & mentally. I get competitive & fearless sometimes. I’m a good listener so as a good adviser. I have so much love to share with everyone, especially my family & people I care. I just love others and always wish them well. Everyone can be my friends! I’m very sensitive to the feeling of my close ones. I like to take things slow when it comes to love. If I love, they will have all of me and my support. I’ll treat them like they are special as they deserve and they can trust me that they’d be the only one. I’ll fill what they lack and I’ll cut down what that’s too much. If they’re ‘yes’, they’ll always be my ‘yes’. I’m good with children, they make me super happy! 😍. I can cook too. My friends say I’m persuasive, funny, very friendly and very warm. I’m good with words and always want to be there for my friends. I adore animals, children & LOVE cuddling, skinship, coffee☕️ and watching movie (horror movies are my fav). I enjoy amusement park & advanturous things. I really like stars gazing and going for a walk at night. I LIKE flowers, animals, coffee & LOVE kids, cuddling, skinship, theme park & advanturous things. I can cook too. I hate heat & worst with directions. I’m always there for my sibling. Smile’s always on my face & I hope everyone can smile,too.

I hope you’re not bored reading the same description again. However, thank you, thank you so much! you’re a beautiful wonderful amazing human being !! I love you a lot ur v great 💞💓💗💓💞 always stay safe n strong, admin Iris and Indigo :)

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It’s really not boring at all, you are such a sweetheart. Every message you send fills us with so much happiness, we are thrilled to ship you! We hope you like the ships <3

BTS- J-Hope and Jimin

Without a shadow of a doubt, they would be perfect for you. J-Hope is incredibly hard working and kind, exactly like you, and he shows so much affection to the people he loves and he has a total love for the world in the same way you do. Jimin is a little wild child behind his cute face and intense looks. Together, these two boys make a great balance. When you’re feeling energetic, J-Hope will be there to run around with you, and the two of you will drag Jimin everywhere. Both boys will do the wild things with you, but its lucky you’re so kind and caring because J-Hope will need comforting after he screams the whole time on roller-coasters and Jimin laughs at him. I think their favourite thing ever would be dancing with you under the stars. You’d go out together at night, walking hand in hand, and they’d take turns whirling you around under the stars and dipping you to give you little kisses. Both boys are a good balance of adventurous and excited but totally grounded, calm and sensitive emotionally.

GOT7- JB and Yugyeom

The leader and maknae would be perfect for you. JB and Yugyeom are already quite playful with each other, they have a lot of banter, and you’d be able to fit straight into that with your open and easy-going personality. Both boys would love that they can rely on you for emotional support- JB is a leader with a lot of responsibility and would need your help, and Yugyeom is younger and sometimes gets too hyper and would need you to pat his head after the others tell him off. Both are quite adventurous people, they would always want to be going out with you and doing new things. Even if it’s just going to the park and you hug dogs together whilst Yugyeom decorates all of your hair with little flowers he picks. I think both would be pretty dependent on you, if you cooked them food they would fawn all over you and spoil you in every way, they would like having someone who could take care of them. All of you would be slow to fall in love I think, which would be great for all of you because you could come to learn to trust and love each other at a similar pace. There would be a lot of understanding between you, but there would also be constant laughs and unexpected cute moments.

Seventeen- Joshua and Mingyu

This relationship would just be full of cuddles, Mingyu would always be pulling you both together with a huge grin on his face. Both of these boys would be great at providing support for you, so you would never feel unbalanced in your relationship. Both of these boys seem quite emotionally understanding, so you would have support in any way you could ever need. Joshua would be the best for listening to your problems, but Mingyu would be great at making you feel better with actions. They are both really soft boys who’d get crazily excited over any animal or child you came across, and both would fulfil your love of adventure. They’d take you to go on any ride, Mingyu would wake you up in the middle of the night to go for a walk and would cook with you, whilst Joshua would take you both to coffee shops where you’d all share drinks. You might find Mingyu and Joshua cuddling way more than could be expected, but they’d always invite you to join ;)

Mixed Artists- Samuel and Sewoon!

Samuel and Sewoon seem to have a somewhat cute relationship themselves already. Sewoon seems to be the more quiet randomly silly one and Samuel the more upbeat one! The two of them would love to make you laugh, especially Sewoon. He'd totally tell Samuel to do cute aegyo towards you just because he's older and finds it amusing.  The three of you would go to amusement parks together. Samuel and Sewoon would play rock paper scissors to see who would get to sit next to you on the roller coasters. The three of you would have really great food too. Samuel suddenly starting a popcorn fight. Sewoon would love to play guitar for you and sing while Samuel reaches for your hand and dances with you. They'd both understand your go getter kind of personality since they're both very hard working and always try their best in whatever they do. Adorable fun adventures, camping out and taking hikes. Sewoon lowkey complaining that the hike is too long but following along either way. Pretty sure all three of you would be bad with directions. You'd get lost but always try to make the most of it either way. The three of you would have late night conversations, laughing the whole way through. Watching TV and cute movies together too. Samuel and Sewoon would always try to remind you to look after yourself and not worry too much about others because you matter a lot too! Buying you flowers whenever you're down, identical ones without even planning it! Sewoon would probably be down for skinship whereas Samuel most likely is too shy for it. Taking late trips at night having a little picnic and stargazing together. The three of you would have a lot of fun and generally just be very happy together.

Iris and Indigo