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gaysimpsstuff · 3 years

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can you write a drabble of s/o age regressing after a scary situation and maybe hawks or dabi (whatever you feel) hugging them and just general fluff and comfort? I totally understand if you don't wanna write this so no pressure!!

Yeppers! As someone who experiences something similar to age regression/ little space, this will be based on my own experiences

Genre: Hurt/comfort

Type: headcanons/drabble

Warnings: Age regression/little space, crying, Manga spoilers for Dabi's backstory, reader being adorable

Other: I'm not %100 sure if I'd call my experience 'little space,' it's something that only showed up in the past year or so. Also, I usually only go into 'little space' when I'm very happy or comfortable or I'm doing something childish, and even after talking to people who actually age regress, I'm not sure what to call my experience.

Fluff Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

Touya Todoroki/Dabi-

I feel like he doesn't understand it at first; like mans has never even heard of people who age regress until he met you.

When you first mentioned it to him, he was so confused.

"Okay so- hang on what?"

The first time you actually do it in front of him he literally has no idea what to do, he's so confused and probably more scared than you are.

He has the best intentions, but he did lock you in a room and call Toga for advice when you started to cry.

When you got big again, you were pissed.

And reasonably so.

It took a while, but he eventually got used to your little space and figured out what to do when you did this.

There was a point where he tried to deny how cute he thought it was- you acting like a child and doing childlike things.

He uses it as an opportunity to atone for the things he did as a child to his younger siblings, and as a way to feel like he can actually take care of something.

"Y/n, I'm back!" The door swung shut behind him as he stepped into your apartment, looking around, he couldn't see you. The whole place was a mess, books torn off their shelves and even some broken dishes in the kitchen.

Dabi frowned, he'd seen your apartment like this a couple of times before, usually what happens when you absolutely can't take it anymore.

He peeked inside your room, finding you sprawled on top of the sheets with your clothes still on, fast asleep.

He wished you'd called him, he knew he told you he was on a mission and not to bother him but if you had called he would've dropped anything and everything to appear by your side to comfort you throughout whatever caused this. He crept into your bedroom quietly, pulling the blankets you had kicked onto the ground up and over your body, turning the lights off.

He sighed, grabbing the broom and sweeping up the glass from the broken plate, and throwing it away. He put everything back in its place, even vacuuming the carpet so it was nice and soft when you woke up.

He was just finishing wiping down the counters when he heard you coming out of the bedroom. He turned his head to see you waddling towards him, rubbing your eyes and yawning.

"Touya?" you murmured, looking up at him "What are you doing here?"

"I live here too, y'know, it's only natural I come here in my free time," he explained. He felt your arms wrap around him, face pressing into his back.

"Warm..." your voice was soft, and he had to stop himself from burying his face into his arms to escape from the pure ball of cuteness that was hugging him. "Wanna cuddle."

He glanced over his shoulder at you, finding you staring up at him with a pout on your face, oh yeah you were definitely in 'smol mode' as he sometimes called it.

"Wanna cuddle, hm? Sorry baby you gotta wait until I'm finished cleaning."

"Nooooooo" you whined, slowly sliding down his body until you were clutching his leg. "Want cuddles!"

"Just let me fini-"

"Do that later! Cuddles now!"

Dabi chuckled, pressing a hand to his face.

"I can't- I just can't you're too cute like this." He shook his head, laughing now. "Okay fine, I'll cuddle you ya clingy lil baby~"

"Yayyy!" you were on your feet a moment later, arms in the air, giggling "I wanna wear your coat!" you pointed at his jacket, and he chuckled again, shrugging it off his shoulders and flinging it onto your back, helping your arms into the sleeves that were just a little too big for your body.

He pressed his lips against your forehead, looking down at you, he only saw pure love and admiration staring back up at you.

He had to protect this little bundle of joy in his life, this human that made him feel so happy, he would never let anything bad happen to you. When you were big again, he'd ask you what happened, and he'd make sure you'd call him if you were ever stressed.

But he did like the adorable faces you made when you were little.

Keigo Takami/Hawks-

He's a pro hero, he's done his research; so he knows what 'little space' is before he meets you.

But I can promise the commission probably made it seem like something gross, but you're his partner, he knows you're not some horrible person, so maybe he understands age regression wrong.

So.

Many.

Questions.

Like constant questions- it almost feels like he's interrogating you, like seriously it's getting old, Keigo

But he's so precious you kind of have to answer his questions.

Like Dabi, he finds you acting little to be the most adorable thing in the world, sometimes he leaves kid's stuff around the house hoping to trigger your little space so he can hold you and play with you.

He thinks of it as practice for when the two of you have children

The one day Keigo has off, to regrow his wings, all he really wants to do it sleep. Just lay in bed, wrapped up in his blankets and just dream and nap and snore and do nothing.

But little ole you had other plans.

"Keigooooooooo!"

The blonde bird boy shot upright in bed upon hearing your distressed call. He sped down the hall into the living room, panicked, only to find you sitting on the carpet with a box of crayons next to you, a coloring book open, page half filled in.

You looked up at Keigo with wide tear-filled eyes, shakily holding up the blue crayon snapped in half. Your lower lip quivered as you whimpered.

"I-it broke!" you cried, "I'm sorry it broke, Kei!" Keigo melted on the spot, slightly annoyed that you woke him up for something so small, but also-

Holy fuck you were just the cutest thing in the world.

He hoped your only stress would forever be broken crayons.

"It's okay, Y/n, things break sometimes, you're not in trouble." he cooed, sitting down next to you and patting your head.

"But- but it broke!" you exclaimed, sniffling

"It still functions though, doesn't it?" He scooched the coloring book closer to you, and you pressed the pointed end of the crayon against the paper, coloring the smiling puppy dog's nose blue.

You lit up, a bright smile spreading across your face, you cheered, bouncing up and down and hugging Keigo.

"It still works! It still works, Kei!" he giggled, holding you close to his body and enjoying the way you laughed.

"That's right! There's nothing that can't be resolved!" He pressed a kiss to your cheek, but couldn't hold himself back from attacking your entire face with little kisses.

"Keiiii noooo that tickles!" you giggled, pushing at him gently.

"One more? Please, baby?" he pleaded, pouting a little.

"Okiii!" you sat up, pressing your lips to his, pulling back with a laugh. "Can I have a juice box?"

"Of course," Keigo's face softened, you were just too precious, too cute, to perfect.

He really did hope the only thing you'd ever worry about was the crayon.

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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 314: ...Or You Live Long Enough to See Yourself Become the Villain

Previously on BnHA: Some random assholes were all “let’s throw exploding spears at All Might and see if it activates his Conqueror’s Haki” and SURPRISE, MOTHERFUCKERS, IT DID!! Elsewhere, Lady Nagant confusingly tried to capture Deku alive by shooting him in the stomach, but to be fair I guess that’s what happens when you send an assassin to do a bounty hunter’s job, so yeah. Deku was all “ouch”, and then because this is a shounen he basically just straight up forgot about it, and did a big fancy Smokescreen thing, and then activated his mildly incomprehensible new ki-blasting quirk which he got from the Third. En and the Third were all “hey Deku maybe let’s not just impulsively activate all this shit in the heat of battle when you don’t know how to use it yet and you’re already injured,” and Deku was all “thanks for the quirks guys but I’ll take it from here” and snuck up on Nagant and grabbed her arm and so now what’s going to happen I wonder.

Today on BnHA: Nagant is all “[shoots Deku again]” because of course she is lol. Deku is all “tell me about AFO!” and Nagant is all “why would I tell you anything?” and then proceeds to tell him her entire life story which is FILLED WITH SO MUCH MURDER, YOU GUYS. Holy shit. So basically she was an assassin for the HPSC, which we already knew, but somehow it’s one thing to know that, and another to actually see her running around capping dudes in the forehead and being covered in more blood than the elevator from The Shining. Anyway, so you’ll never believe it, but all that murder had a negative impact on her psychologically, and eventually led her to question everything she believed about hero society, and so she killed her creepy boss and was promptly sent to Tartarus. This extremely fun chapter ends with Overhaul showing up all “HI, HELLO, I’M STILL HERE”, because for some reason he is still here. Why are you still here, Overhaul.

“the beautiful Lady Nagant” oh you know your audience don’t you Horikoshi

well all right then! so I’m guessing this means that she is not, in fact, going to roll over and die just because Deku’s out here all “GOT YA!” like they’re playing a game or tag or something. ffff may the manga gods have mercy on our young suicidal protagonist

lmao so Deku is all “GOD I’M SO SMART, WHAT A GOOD STRATEGY I HAD, CAPITOL JOB THERE OL’ CHAP, CAPITOL” and lol, okay. I mean, it was a good plan though. but I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop here

“I’ll make you give me information on All for One” well there you go, lol. Deku Angst arc still fully engaged. still no light in his eyes either of course. just a lil chaotic ball of sleep deprivation and rage

lol, fucking THANK YOU though

oh my god what the hell did she do to him lol

did she shoot him with her elbow??? fucking look at this?? THIS IS WHY WE LISTEN TO HAWKS oh my god Deku are you dead

WHAT’S HAPPENING, IS THIS GOOD OR BAD, WHO’S WINNING

things that I wish I could tell from this panel which I unfortunately cannot tell

did she stab him or shoot him?? can you imagine if it was the former lol. why does Horikoshi keep stabbing all my kids. look Kacchan now the two of you can match

did she actually hit him or did he get away??

or did she hit him and then he jumped away?? just, what

well anyway, so now Deku is asking her why she sided with AFO, but he seems a lot more pissed off than when he was interrogating Muscular, though. probably because she shot him three times. fair enough

oh my god

does Lady have a blog here on tumblr dot com?? -- does Horikoshi have a blog here on tumblr motherfucking dot com?? why do I suddenly feel like this man is out here sneakily reading up on all our discourse

oh my god Deku it’s almost like getting up close and personal with someone who can shoot custom bullets from any distance and any position with deadly accuracy was a terrible fucking idea

IF ONLY SOMEONE HAD WARNED YOU NOT TO ENGAGE WITH HER AT ALL COSTS. IF ONLY SOMEONE HAD HAD THE FORESIGHT TO DO THAT sob. can you imagine how much shorter this series would be if characters actually listened to Hawks. Hawks, and Momo. why do we even let anyone else run the show ever

OH MY GOD

DEKU, RUN

OH MY GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING

this looks a lot like what happens to me whenever I play One’s Justice. those fucking combo attacks that you can’t fucking escape from and so your character just has to stand there getting their ass whalloped repeatedly while you wonder why you paid $40 for this

but anyways though. so Lady who did you kill?? I bet they deserved it, don’t worry I forgive you

(ETA: ANYWAY SO FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT LADY NAGANT DID NOTHING WRONG EVER IN HER ENTIRE LIFE. aside from murdering all those innocent people and shit. but there were CIRCUMSTANCES, and THEY WERE EXTENUATING, OKAY.)

-- holy shit

looks like the HPSC arc is back on the menu boys

so are we about to learn that the HPSC was going full Hydra on people’s asses? secretly dispatching anyone they deemed a threat to society?? “taken care of” as in you fucking shot them??

so then was the “hero” she killed actually one of the guys who was giving or carrying out these orders?? holy shit Lady, up until now I’ve mainly just been stanning you for your flawless eyebrow game and metal af quirk, but this shit could actually get real very quickly, and I am prepared to genuinely and sincerely love the shit out of you depending on what we learn next about your backstory

oh my god?!?

so wait, hold up. am I reading this right?? basically the HPSC started murdering vigilantes because they were worried they were gaining too much of the public’s favor?? holy fucking shit???

oh my GOD oh my god

“it’s been a while since I scarred you all with the dead dog and the graphic slaughter of an entire innocent family, huh,” Horikoshi says thoughtfully. “anyway so what do you all think of my new creation, the Spaghetti Bullet.” well, Horikoshi, so you know that squished-up face that Kermit the Frog makes sometimes? yeah. that’s what I think, if you must know lol

holy hell the juxtaposition

I’m actually kind of surprised to learn she had a lot of fans? what with her M.O., I was expecting her to have been an underground hero like Aizawa, but apparently not? then again I still have absolutely no idea how any of that works. I really need to read Vigilantes already

oh snap

nothing like a sweet dose of assassin trauma to finally round out our BnHA Trauma Bingo!! well done guys, we finally collected all of the traumas! hooray!

noooo Ladyyyyyyy

holy shit what a fucking chapter. like, this man promised us an assassin, and went and fucking delivered. I was not expecting it to be this dark, lol, but holy shit I am here for it

you know, at some point you have to start questioning the logistics of this, though

I mean, how do I put this... her quirk isn’t exactly subtle. that murder scene from a few pages back looked like the first season of Dexter for fuck’s sake, that’s not exactly “disappearing” people now is it?? and I mean, her bullets are literally made from her own fucking hair; it seems like it would be impossible not to leave any evidence behind. did no one start to wonder who the fuck was going around murdering all these people? or did the people who asked too many questions wind up getting conveniently “disappeared” themselves??

and hey, speaking of asking too many questions

holy shit is he blackmailing her??!? or no, wait -- what the hell is he reaching for in his pocket boy you better not

(ETA: what exactly was this man expecting fdslkjd. “uh oh my unstoppable hair trigger assassin who is literally always armed is asking questions, better announce that I am going to shoot her and then reach into my pocket veeeeeery slowly while she stands there all of two feet away.” how did this guy ever function as the head of a shadow government with these decision-making skills, I’m genuinely baffled.)

OH MY GOD LADY YES

this. right here. is why “run the fuck away” was damn good solid fucking advice. oh shit. but my god did this dude have it coming

so wait lol has she just been narrating all of this out loud to Deku this entire time

okay but can we just stop for a moment and appreciate the fact that they’re having this deep conversation about the dark secrets of hero society right in the middle of their intense mid-air sniper free-for-all lol

holy shit you guys, Nagant’s the one that should have made the tell-all video. I mean, no offense to you, Dabi, I’m sure you worked very hard on your video and did a ton of crunches every day so that you would look good with your shirt off while you told the world all about how your dad was a jerk. but seriously...

this is already like 100x more convincing than what he put out. also, gasp, is it another flashback

yes it is oh my gosh

so the HPSC Chairladyperson whom ReDestro killed used to be this guy’s direct subordinate, huh? I wonder if she kept the whole assassin program going after she took over. can’t say I was feeling any particular kind of grieving way about her death before, but certainly not now lol

but unfortunately Nagant has finally lost me at the same place where all of the villains inevitably do, which is to say when they somehow make the dubious mental leap from “society sucks and is bad” to “let’s just be openly fucking evil lol, worth a shot.” because when heroes murder innocent people and cover it up, that’s obviously bad (and I mean, it absolutely fucking is lol, don’t get me wrong); but when villains murder innocent people straight up out in the open without giving a fuck, they’re righteous revolutionaries? just -- is there really no non-murdery middle ground here?? I guess that’s what Deku and co. are for, hopefully

anyways oh shit Deku seems to have spotted something?? and he’s doing something weird with Blackwhip what

oh, he spotted her, I guess

lmaooooo

new favorite Deku panel right here. a masterpiece

oh my god you guys our little boy is starting to grow up before our eyes

you love to see it. and you can tell with those elipses that he’s gearing up to say something really cool and determined and badass like the shounen protag he is, yes please, Deku ilu so much please do your thing

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

IS THAT A TEENY TINY LIL EYE SPARKLE THERE OMG. still not anywhere close to his usual standard, but that’s some clear resolve there in his eyes there at long last! it always shines the most clearly when he’s being true to himself and his ideals, so I love that it finally shows up again here, when he’s reaffirming his resolve to help others no matter what

uh oh so what’s Lady going to do now

is it time for a trump card?? kinda sounding like it’s time for a trump card

???

I lied btw, this is my new favorite Deku panel. but anyways what is she up to now lol

ohhhhhh, lol

why does she seem shocked, lol. here I thought this was part of her plan, but apparently she forgot all about ol’ “Look Ma, No Hands” back up there

and so I guess that’s it for this week! so we’ve learned basically everything now about Lady and her quirk and her history with the HPSC and why she agreed to work for AFO. pretty much the only question that still remains is why the hell she decided to drag this asshole along for the ride! because I still cannot figure that out dsklkjlkf

(ETA: actually now I’m kind of wondering if they maybe have some past connection we don’t know about yet. when exactly was Nagant sent to Tartarus? is it possible she was ordered to track down and kill Overhaul at some point before that, but never got around to it? or something else along those lines? idk but now I’m curious.)

anyways Deku, I know that your empathy has no bounds and that you’re on a “saving villains” kick right now, and good on you... but also, if you decide to just like, skip all of that shit just this once, absolutely no one will hold it against you, I’m just saying. just, all I’m asking here is maybe let’s think twice before we start trying to reform guys who imprison and torture little girls for profit. I think maybe that’s a good place to draw the line. next week is going to be a very interesting chapter lol

#bnha 314 #lady nagant #midoriya izuku #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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lemonpepperhawks · 4 years

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Castaways

Word Count: 5.7k

Summary: After a freak storm, you find yourself shipwrecked on a deserted island with Pro Hero, Keigo Takami. While you work hard to get rescued, you realize too late that all may not be as it seems.

Themes/Warnings: Smut; Yandere!Hawks; Noncon; Bit of a slow burn; This is my first time writing smut so I can’t guarantee it will be good, but I like to think I can at least tell a good story lol

It was a beautiful day to be on the water. The weather report said there would be rain, but the only clouds you could see were far off on the horizon. You stretched out on the bow of the boat, letting the warm sun soak into your pores.

You closed your eyes, reflecting for a moment. At first you had thought a private boat ride was a bit... much, for a first date. But being here in the moment, you couldn’t have had a care in the world if you’d tried. You felt utterly at ease, with the caress of the sun above and the gentle rock of the waves below.

“Order up,” came a voice beside you.

You opened your eyes to see your date, Keigo, standing above you with a drink in each hand. One large wing stretched out behind him, blocking the sun so you didn’t have to squint. He passed you a glass and took a seat on the bow beside you. Lounging side by side, you both sipped your drinks and looked out over the ocean.

“You know,” you began, “I thought you were a little crazy when you asked me out here. On a boat, in the middle of nowhere.” You chuckled. “But I’m really glad I came.”

“Bet you’re also glad I’m not secretly an axe murderer,” Keigo joked, tossing back the rest of his drink. “Refill?”

You looked down at your own almost-empty drink and shook your head. You were feeling unusually drowsy from the combination of alcohol and warm sunshine, and what you honestly wanted was a nice nap.

Somehow, Keigo seemed to pick up on this and scooted closer to you, twisting his finger through a strand of your hair.

“You look so peaceful,” He mused. “You can go to sleep if you want.” “Noooo,” you protested weakly, a small smile on your lips. “I don’t want to fall asleep on you during our first date. I really am having a good time.”

Keigo let out a small chuckle. “Don’t worry, you falling asleep on me would fulfill... several fantasies. And don’t worry, I’ll protect ya from any sharks.”

With this, he swept you into his arms and planted a sweet kiss on your forehead. Normally, this would be far from anything you’d do on a first date - but your head felt so heavy, and the combination of rocking waves and the soft, soothing rhythm of his heartbeat had you falling asleep in seconds, smile still spread across your lips.

☙

You awoke suddenly. You had no idea how much time had passed, but you were immediately aware that several things had changed. First, you were no longer out on the bow of the boat. Instead, you lay inside the boat’s cabin with a towel wrapped around your shoulders. Secondly, you noticed that your hair was damp and dripping onto the planks below you. And finally you found the reason for all this: there was a storm raging outside.

“Oh!” shouted Keigo, noticing you wake. “I’m sorry, I had to move us inside. This storm sprung up so suddenly; there wasn’t even a cloud and then-”

“Keigo?” you muttered. Your body felt heavy and groggy as you came out of your sleep. You still weren’t alert enough to comprehend what was happening.

“Don’t worry,” assured Keigo. He turned around from his place at the ship’s wheel to face you with a smile, the same easygoing one he always seemed to have. “Lucky for you, I am a master of not only land and air, but also sea. We’re perfectly-”

A loud thud shook the boat as something hit the left window, hard.

“-safe.”

That noise had finished waking you up, and now you were on your feet, stumbling as the boat rocked violently. You made your way over to Keigo at the helm, tripping over your own two feet like a drunk, and gripped onto one of his arms for support. Looking out the windshield, you could see the full force of the squall. Wind slammed the rain back and forth like a whip, severely limiting visibility. You looked up at Keigo, who was focused straight ahead, his eyes seeming to try to pierce through the storm.

“Look, there!” he exclaimed. “There’s an island ahead and to the right.”

You squinted, but couldn’t see anything yourself.

“Should I steer us over?”

“I think so,” you agreed. The boat seemed sturdy, but it was small. Just a simple vessel meant for trips of no more than a day or two of light sailing. You didn’t like the thought of being out on the open water during a heavy storm like this.

Without another word, Keigo steered the boat in the direction of the island. The motor sputtered, but stayed running. Slowly, you became able to see the outlines of cliffs and trees through the downpour. There didn’t seem to be any dock, so you guessed this was going to be a beach landing and hoped Keigo knew what he was doing.

Suddenly, a huge shudder went through the boat, knocking you off your feet. Without taking his eyes off the storm, Keigo reached out and caught you with one of his strong wings.

“Hold on,” he commanded steadily, tucking you closer to him.

With terror, you realized that your feet were getting wet. Water was starting to seep into the cabin. You looked back to see a large hole in the boat’s hull, and were about to tell Keigo when another spasm rocked the boat. This time even Keigo lost his footing for a moment.

“Rocks,” he explained quickly. “We’re hitting the rocks.”

His voice was calm, but looking up you could see a hint of panic in his eyes. The wind was whipping furiously, and it felt like the boat might capsize at any moment. The shore was tantalizingly close, but you felt in danger of being swept away before you could reach its safety.

Keigo took his eyes away from the storm for a second, to look at you reassuringly. He gave you a smile and opened his mouth to say something, almost shouting against the sound of the wind.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be fi-”

And then, all at once, there was a crash, a jolt, and you felt yourself and Keigo being thrown through the windshield and into darkness.

☙

You found yourself waking up again, this time on the soft sand of a beach. The sky was dark, but clear - thank goodness. Looking to your left, you saw a small campfire, and beyond it, Keigo.

“Good evening, sleepyhead,” he said lightly. “Had me worried for a bit.”

You looked down at yourself, making sure you were all in one piece. Amazingly, there was not a scratch on you. Your muscles were a bit sore, but that was it. Nothing hurt, nothing bled.

Looking back at Keigo, you noticed that the same could not be said about him. He was covered in bruises on his arms and legs, and he had a cut running across one of his cheeks that was still freely bleeding.

He must have noticed your look of surprise, because he said, “Don’t worry, I was just about to clean myself up.” He patted a first aid kit at his feet. “Just wanted to make sure we had some warmth first. It’s getting to be night.”

He looked up and out over the sea, and you followed his gaze to marvel at the stars. You had never seen so many. Being far away from any light pollution, the sky looked like a swirling, winding map of light. And there were so many colors in the sky; it was unbelievable. Casting your gaze downward, you landed on the washed-up wreckage of the ship. It was a miracle that it looked to be mostly in one piece.

“Keigo, what happened?”

“Well,” he said, rummaging through the first aid kit. “I’m sure you noticed the storm.”

Even in a situation like this, he was lighthearted and joking. Part of you found it a little appalling, but part of you wished you could be more like him - more able to quell the rising panic in your chest.

“It really did come out of nowhere,” he continued. “Never seen anything like it. And it was gone just as soon as it came.”

It was both alarming and astonishing that such a short storm could cause so much destruction. You stared numbly into the campfire as he went on.

“Luckily you’re safe, and that’s what matters.”

You looked up, and Keigo was staring back at you intently. You could tell he meant it. Even though his own body was battered, it was more important to him that you were safe. You supposed that was part of what being a Pro Hero was all about, but it still sent a shiver down your spine to think that he cared for you that deeply, even if only in a professional capacity. He returned his attention to his injuries, dabbing something on his scraped arms. You moved over to help.

“Thanks,” he laughed. “I’ve had worse, but it never hurts to have a pretty girl taking care of ya.”

He winked. Okay, maybe the care and concern extended a little beyond professionalism.

“Anyway, I took stock of the boat while you were knocked out,” he resumed. “And we have enough supplies to last a few weeks. Which is good, since it looks like we may not be going anywhere soon.”

“Wait, a few weeks?” you interrupted. “Can’t you just, like, fly us out of here?”

“Well, about that...” Keigo mumbled as he turned his back to you.

Where once there had been two brilliant red wings, now there were little more than stubs with feathers protruding from his back.

“It was a pretty rough landing,” he explained. “A lot of my feathers were torn off and swept away while we were in the water. And on top of that, most got mangled anyway when we were thrown out the window. Honestly, I probably couldn’t even get myself off the ground right now.”

At this point, Keigo looked to you and noticed that you were on the verge of tears.

“Hey, don’t worry though.” He took your hand and clasped his fingers around it tightly. “I promise, I’ll take care of you here. You’ll always be safe with me.” You looked up into his soft, golden eyes. His smile beamed back at you as he opened his mouth to add:

“And hey, what a first date this has turned out to be!”

☙

It undoubtedly was turning out to be quite the “first date.” It only took a few days until you had somewhat settled into a routine. There was a lot of free time, but it allowed you and Keigo to get to know each other and work on projects to make your lives easier on the island.

Keigo had insisted on making identical shelters for the two of you, side-by-side.

“So I can keep a better eye on you,” he explained cheerfully.

At first he had wanted the two of you to share a single lean-to and bed of leaves, but you insisted that you were more comfortable being at least a little ways apart, and eventually he relented.

“I get it,” he teased, “not ‘that kind of girl.’ But you know I just want to look out for you, chickadee.”

What exactly there was to look out for, you weren’t sure. You had both circled the island several times - it wasn’t that large, and could be walked in a few hours - and the place was completely deserted. Your only fellow inhabitants were a large population of wild chickens, much to Keigo’s delight. Every morning before you woke, he would wander off into one of the more forested areas. And by the time you were awake, he would be wandering back with fresh meat. You didn’t particularly like thinking about where it came from, but you were grateful for the food.

And chickens weren’t all the island had to offer. There were also delicious fruits and wild carrots, which you had stumbled on while clearing some weeds from around your campsite. There was even a spring of fresh water only a ten minute walk from the beach. It was almost the perfect island to be stranded on. And all of this, along with the nonperishable food from the boat, ensured that you were both well fed and hydrated.

Once, you had asked Keigo about the food. Why there was so much on board for just a day trip. He shrugged.

“Better to be prepared and not need it than to need it and not be prepared.”

☙

While there were certainly worse people to be stranded with than your handsome date, you were still looking forward to being rescued. The whole situation was overwhelming, and, although Keigo was doing a great job at playing survivalist and keeping you warm and fed, it made you uncomfortable to be in such a committed situation with someone you had only been on one date with.

Granted, the one date had now turned into a two-week-long stay on a deserted island, but nonetheless you were hoping to get back to civilization so that the two of you could pursue a more normal, less stressful and intense relationship.

Keigo himself seemed unaffected by stress as far as you could see. The first morning on the island, you had asked him how long it would take for his wings to grow back.

“Last time I got this beat up?” he considered. “It took a few months.”

That was not the answer you had been hoping to hear, but it did inspire you to branch out and think of other creative ways to speed up your rescue.

The first thought was obviously your cell phone. However, one look at the glitching screen told you that your phone had been destroyed by the impromptu swim during your arrival. Keigo’s was the same way.

You then turned your attention to making a good old fashioned “SOS” sign out of rocks, which Keigo helped with. You didn’t have much hope for it - you had seen no planes or other boats since being marooned, and you didn’t even have an idea of where the island was in relation to any populated areas.

“Won’t people start looking for you?” you asked Keigo hopefully as you both worked on the sign.

“Eventually,” Keigo agreed. “But honestly, my friends are used to me disappearing on missions without notice. It could be awhile before they realize something is up.”

You, unfortunately, were the same way. A loner. No close friends who would be suspicious of you dropping off the face of the Earth for a few weeks. Of course your presence would be missed at work, but of course you hadn’t told anyone at the office that you would be on a boat,in the middle of nowhere, with the No. 2 Pro Hero for fear of the gossip that would spread. They wouldn’t even know where to start looking for you.

The two of you really might as well have fallen off the face of the Earth.

A few days after the completion of your SOS sign, you had an epiphany. The body of the ship was still on the beach, and ships had radios. Even small ones like this. The ship itself might be beyond repair, but the radio could still be functional. You sifted through the rubble to get to the cabin, which was surprisingly intact.

Keigo wandered up behind you as you went over to the radio. It was rare for you two not to be in each others’ line of sight these days.

“Whatcha doin’?” he asked.

“I just remembered, we can use the radio to get out of here!” you responded excitedly.

Keigo said nothing. You flicked on the radio and were delighted to see the small green light on its casing come to life. You held the receiver up to your ear, and were greeted by silence. You flipped to another channel. Silence. And another. More silence. Your heart sinking, you went through the channels one by one, and were rewarded with nothing.

Keigo came up to put an arm around your waist. “No luck?” he asked calmly.

“I don’t understand,” you sobbed. “How can this be? The light is on; it should be working. There’s not even static!”

“Let’s not wear out the battery,” Keigo suggested, reaching past you to flick the radio off.

The green light, and your hopes of rescue, blinked out.

“Maybe I could fix it,” you mused, brightening a little.

“Maybe,” Keigo agreed, giving you a squeeze. “I think I have some tools in here somewhere.”

☙

The days drew on, and you began to feel stagnated. You hadn’t made any progress toward being rescued. Despite several weeks passing, Keigo’s wings did not look any fuller. The bruises and scar across his face had healed nicely, but his wings remained bare. You had no idea how their growth worked, but you had been hoping that by now he might be able to fly himself - even if it meant leaving you on the island alone, he could at least scout for a rescue ship during the day, or perhaps even fly back to civilization and tell them where to find you.

Keigo, however, had grown increasingly reluctant to leave your side. You supposed the isolation was getting to him and making him clingy. You were his only company after all. And besides, it was kind of cute, having an otherwise confident and laid-back man follow you around like a puppy dog. You could tell he was infatuated with you, and you couldn’t deny that you had been developing stronger feelings for him as well. It was hard not to when he spent most of the day in just his cargo shorts, sweat glistening on his muscled back.

Still, you insisted on keeping your separate sleeping arrangements. Keigo pouted about it, but seemed to understand that you weren’t ready for that yet.

Aside from your daily chores of sleeping and eating, you spent most of your time cleaning up around the campsite, playing games to pass the time - you were both pros at Rock Checkers by this point - and just talking to each other. You enjoyed hearing about all of Keigo��s exploits as a hero, and he seemed just as interested in the details of your average civilian life. You had spent so much time together at this point; it was impossible not to grow close, and maybe even a little dependent. You couldn’t blame Keigo - you liked having him around too.

Occasionally, Keigo would disappear into the dense forest during the afternoons, and you would be left with free time to work on tinkering with the radio. On one such occasion, before leaving, he gave you a playful warning.

“You stay right there while I’m gone, chickadee. You never know what big scary monster you might run into in these woods.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s just you in those woods, Keigo,” you returned, laughing.

Keigo just smirked and disappeared into the trees.

☙

Later that same afternoon, you sat hunched over the radio. Not only did Keigo have a toolbox stowed in the ship’s cabin, but the radio operation manual as well. These resources had proved to be very helpful in taking the radio apart, but not too helpful in actually getting it to work. You were beginning to grow frustrated when a voice behind you startled you.

“Hey!” called Keigo. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You turned to see his messy mop of blond hair poking through the doorway behind you.

“Come here,” he said excitedly. “I have something to show you!”

“Hang on just a minute, Keigo,” you responded. “I think I’m close to a breakthrough here. The manual says there should be a green wire right here-” you pointed to a terminal node on the radio “-but I can’t see one. It must have been knocked loose. If I can just find that, we should be able to-”

“Aw, come onnnnnn” whined Keigo. “It’s getting dark out, and you’ve been working too hard. This can wait until tomorrow. I have something I really want to show youuuu.”

You sighed. He could be immature at times, but his childlike excitement was also something that drew you. You couldn’t resist the excited light in his eyes.

“Okay,” you relented, putting your tools and loose parts away. “If you’re so eager, I guess we’d better get going.”

Practically skipping, Keigo dragged you into the woods. You had not explored much of this part of the island, seeing as it was in the opposite direction from the fresh water source. You hadn’t really had the interest or need to.

“Close your eyes,” Keigo commanded giddily.

You must have been getting close to whatever the surprise was. After a few minutes of guiding you through the trees, Keigo put his hands on your shoulders to stop you. He put something rough into your hands.

“This is a rope ladder. Climb up and I’ll let you know when you’re getting close to the top.”

You smiled a little to yourself as you started up.

“And don’t worry, I’ll catch you if you slip,” he added.

At the top, Keigo made you keep your eyes closed until he could scramble up to join you. You had expected to be in a tree, but beneath your feet it felt like solid ground. You guessed that this, whatever this was, was what Keigo had been working on during the times he disappeared into the woods.

“Okay,” said Keigo, a little out of breath as he came up behind you. “Go ahead and open your eyes.”

You opened your eyes and gasped as Keigo wrapped his arms around you. You were in the trees, their leaves surrounding you on all sides. Actually, you realized, you were between several trees, standing on a firm platform of vines and leaves suspended within their branches. The trunk of one rose up through the center of the floor like a giant column. Peering beyond it, you had a magnificent view of the ocean and sky, where the sunset was just disappearing, giving way to night.

“You like it, baby?” Keigo whispered in your ear. “I built this just for us.”

“It’s - wow it’s - definitely impressive,” you stuttered.

You had the sudden and overwhelming feeling that you were perched in a nest. A nest belonging to a very large, very strong bird.

Keigo nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

“I know you’ve been feeling shy, chickadee, so I wanted to make our first time extra special.”

“You wha-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Keigo spun you around and planted a kiss on your lips, silencing them. One hand was in your hair and the other around your waist, pressing you fully against him. His mouth moved with desperation, trying to force yours to open further.

“I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” Keigo panted, lowering you both to the floor. “And I know you have too. I see the way you look at me, baby.”

Keigo’s own eyes blazed with hunger, his smile beaming above you. In the dying light, his skin seemed to glow, taking on an unearthly sheen. You were speechless, and unsure of what to say even if you could find your voice.

Keigo started to lift your tattered shirt, and that snapped you back to reality.

“Please, wait,” you begged, grabbing at his hands.

“You don’t need to be shy anymore,” Keigo insisted, pushing away your hands. He reached beneath your shirt to squeeze one of your breasts. “I love you and I’m going to take care of you. Always. Please, please just let me make you feel good!”

“Keigo, STOP!” you demanded.

He stopped, and pulled his hands away from you slightly.

“Keigo, I- you’ve been so nice to me,” you started. “But I’m sorry, I’m just not ready for this. This is all so intense and I- I just want to go home so we can have a normal relationship instead of being stuck on a fucking deserted island!”

Keigo backed off from you, looking hurt and dejected. You were almost in tears, and your voice hitched as you spoke.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated. “I think… maybe it would be best if you slept here tonight and I went back to the campsite.”

Keigo made no response. Unsure of yourself, you stood up and made your way over to the rope ladder. His silence persisted as you lowered yourself down and started back in the direction of the campsite.

☙

Eventually, you found your way back to camp. It was fully dark by the time you reached the side-by-side lean-tos, and you flopped down in one of them, eyes blurred from crying.

You didn’t know what had happened back there. Keigo had been nothing but sweet and generous throughout all of this. Even his treehouse, while a bit presumptuous and misguided, was a sweet testament to his feelings for you. You just weren’t prepared for how fast things were moving.

Maybe you had overreacted. It was too dark at this point to try and find your way back to Keigo, but in the morning you would find him and explain things. That you had feelings for him, but wanted to focus on getting out of here before pursuing anything more.

You leaned back and closed your eyes. You had half expected Keigo to follow you, but it seemed he hadn’t and was going to spend the night apart as you requested. Uneasily, you drifted to sleep.

☙

You were prodded awake in the middle of the night by a stabbing sensation in your shoulder. Groggily, you propped yourself up and felt behind you for whatever loose twig was the culprit. As you did, you realized with some amusement that you had fallen asleep on Keigo’s bed. He always took the left lean-to and you took the right. It had become a sort of unspoken rule, like a couple who each has “their side” of the bed.

You felt a pang of regret thinking this. If only Keigo hadn’t come on so strong. The truth was that you did want what he wanted. You wanted to be with him. But the stress of your situation and the intensity with which he tried to seduce you had been too much. You hoped you could work things out in the morning.

“Such an idiot,” you muttered. “Hope I didn’t ruin our chances for good.”

Finally, your fingers located the thing that had been poking you. It was oddly smooth, and, as you saw lifting it out of the pile of bedding, not a twig at all.

You held it up to the moonlight in disbelief: a little green wire.

Your stomach dropped. Swiftly and silently, you stalked toward the wrecked ship, needing to be sure. By the light of the moon, you quietly opened the casing of the radio, found the node with the missing connection, and slipped the green wire in. It reached perfectly to the node on the other side.

You tried not to let the panic set in. But something was very wrong. You felt the need to get out of there, away from the confined space of the ship.

Tumbling into open air, you began to pace on the wet sand, away from the boat and the campsite. Your thoughts were a whirlwind. Why would Keigo keep that wire from you? Why would he have it in the first place? The answer was obvious, but you didn’t want to believe it. You had been walking aimlessly for at least ten minutes, frightened and confused.

Suddenly, your foot hit something sharp in the sand.

☙

You fell to your hands and knees on the beach, and immediately scrambled around to see what had pricked you. There was a sharp point sticking out from the packed sand, and you dug around to reveal the object.

It was a feather.

Brilliantly red even in the glow of night, and far too big to belong to any normal bird. Tears welled up in your eyes. You continued to dig and uncovered another, then another. Soon you had unearthed a pit filled with the things.

“Enjoying your night without me, chickadee?”

One of the feathers zipped past you, toward the sound of the voice.

Trembling, you turned to face him as plumes of feathers swirled around you. One by one, they found their way to Keigo, and his wings began to reconstruct themselves in front of your eyes. Keigo’s hands were stuffed in his pockets as he looked down on you.

“Glad I don’t have to keep secrets anymore,” he said flatly. “I was really beginning to miss having these.”

His wings were stretched out to their full length, making his presence impossible to ignore and extremely intimidating. He relaxed them slightly and sighed.

“Keigo, you- you knew this whole time,” you spat. “The radio, the feathers, the food - this whole island!”

The man in front of you said nothing.

“Why?” you asked weakly. “Why would you do this?”

“What? Is it so bad to want some time with you?” Keigo shot back suddenly. “I told you, you had nothing to worry about. I love you. I can take care of you here.”

With this, he flew toward you at frightening speed. Before you had time to attempt an escape, he was on top of you. Pressing you down into the wet sand with the full weight of his body.

“Why can’t you just be appreciative? I did all this for you. Just to be with you!”

“You could have killed me!” you screamed into his face. “You weren’t keeping me safe! You could have killed me!”

At your words, Keigo’s expression darkened drastically. He was frowning at you, and you had never seen him like that before. No, not just frowning, but scowling.

Your shirt was torn off before you could even register what was happening.

“You said it yourself,” remarked Keigo, towering above you as he kept you pinned with his legs. A smile was creeping back on his lips. “I’ve been so nice to you. But I think I’ve been too nice. I think it’s time for me to take what I want.”

Keigo grabbed at the rest of your clothes and dragged them off of you, leaving you exposed beneath him. Then he undid his own pants and let himself spring free.

Slowly, all while looking down at his captive, Keigo used a hand to pump his throbbing cock. Reaching, he took one of your hands and wrapped it around his length, holding it there as he leaned down to bring his face right against yours.

“This is exactly what you want, you little tease,” he whispered harshly. With his other hand, he plunged two fingers inside you, feeling as your walls became slick and clenched around him. “I know you do.”

Smiling wide, Keigo straightened up. With his hands, he pushed your arms to either side of your head and pressed them against the sand. With his tongue, he trailed up and along your body from hip to breast, making you squirm. He was marking you as his, showing that he owned and could do whatever he wanted with you.

“Keigo, stop!” you cried once again, trying to look anywhere but up at him.

“No,” he growled. “This time, I won’t.”

He slammed his cock straight into your core, making you cry out in shock and pain.

“Quiet, baby. Wouldn’t want anyone to hear us!” Keigo taunted.

He thrust into you again, this time only eliciting a whimper. Keigo’s own unrestrained grunts and moans mixed with the sound of the waves against the beach as he continued at his frantic pace. After a few minutes, he regained his composure and looked down, where you were trying to shrink into the sand beneath him.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Keigo crooned. “You know I really do love you, and I promised I’d make you feel good, too.”

Using a wing to continue holding your arm in place, Keigo brought one of his hands up to his mouth and gave two fingers a scandalous lick. He never stopped looking down at you as he did so, an amused little look flashing across his face as you shivered at the sight. He brought the hand down between your legs, and began to rub slow circles around your clit, his saliva mixing with the wetness that already coated you. Involuntarily, you let out a moan.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he coaxed. He began to pump his cock in and out of you again, slowly this time. “Show me how much you want this.”

Not letting up, Keigo leaned down to use his mouth on you as well, biting and licking at your collar bones. He picked up his pace steadily. Your hands remained pinned, and all you could do was writhe under the onslaught of his touch.

His fingers were rough, and they grazed your clit relentlessly, sending shocks up your sides. You could feel a coil winding deep in your stomach, and despite yourself, you were desperate for a release. Keigo could feel you tightening around him as he neared his own climax.

Forgetting the restraints, Keigo shot up and pulled you with him, continuing to pound into you while on his knees. With your hips raised in the air, Keigo kept the pressure of his fingers on your most sensitive spot, sending you past the point of no return.

As he felt your walls clenching, he growled into the night:

“Tell me who makes you feel this fucking good!”

“K-Keigo!” you screamed, your body convulsing as you reached your climax.

“That’s right,” he grunted, slamming you both down into the sand again. “And it’s because you’re mine. All. Mine.”

At these words, you felt his cum gushing into you, making you flush from head to toe. He held his arms around you tightly as he rode out his own high, moaning in a gravelly, guttural voice.

The night was quiet for a moment, with only the sound of heavy breaths and crashing waves to echo off the beach as Keigo remained poised above you.

Finally, as his panting slowed, Keigo spoke.

“We should probably get comfortable, chickadee. It might be a long while before they find us.”

#hawks smut #hawks x reader #yandere hawks #bnha x reader #smut #keigo takami x reader #yandere keigo takami #bnha hawks #bnha smut

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kimhargreeves · 4 years

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Tsundere-Yushiro

Summary:Reader is a demon slayer and Tanjiro's sister, both meet Yushiro and Lady Tamayo.

"I am soooo hungry." I mutter walking slower than before and fell Tanjiro gripping onto my haori so I can keep up with him. "(Y/N) can't you walk a bit faster? I do have my hands full here." He says with his other hand holding Nezuko's. I groan loudly and mutter him fine then continue to follow him. Up ahead I see my and Tanjiro's bird flying closer and they begin to hawk.

"Bakka! Town up ahead, make sure to rest!" My bird says flapping its wings and rests against my head and starts poking it.

"Hey hey leave me alone!!" I scream trying to get it off of me. Tanjiro gives me a dead pan look and his bird does the same when it rested on his shoulder.

"Mmph mmph." I hear Nezuko try to say so the bird can stop bugging me, or that's what I think she's trying to say. "Can you please hurry up." Tanjiro says and see him tired bur annoyed.

"Alright i'm coming!" I clench my fists since I knew I couldn't fight against this bird. We reached town so Tanjiro and I ordered a bowl of ramen while Nezuko began petting the bird on top of my head.

I clap my hands together and close my eyes, "Thank you for the food." I take my chopsticks and began to move the noodles closer to my mouth when my brother Tanjiro all of the sudden got up and threw my bowl.

"Noooo!!" I cry out falling to the floor and look at my brother in a sweat, my expression quickly changes. "Tanjiro are you..alright?"

"It's him..that demon!"

All of the sudden he began to run away from the crowd of people we came from. "Wait hold on! Nezuko stay right here!" Nezuko just stares at me and slowly nods.

I begin to run as fast as I can while gripping my sword when I make it to a stop when Tanjiro was face to face with the demon who killed our family. His bright red eyes stare at us in confusion and we see he's holding a girl, his daughter..he has a family.

Tanjiro stays still almost paralyzed in fear. I get my sword and angrily stare at the demon, Muzan Kibutsuji. His eyes look into mine and seems like he can see my soul through them. We remain glaring at each other until he gives me a smirk, "I'm afraid you have confused me with someone else."

I scoff and aim my sword at him, "I don't so you pale bastard." His eyes suddenly change and I can feel a dark aura around him. The woman next to him looks between us and rests her hand on his shoulder.

"Is everything alright dear?"

Muzan still staring at me replies, "Yes. Let's go." He turns around and suddenly two guys began turning into demons so Tanjiro and I had to hold them down. I desperately wanted to kill that demon but I haven't even mastered my full water breathing.

One of the men escaped my grip when I stood up and punched the officer who was hitting my brother. "We just wsnt to save these people!" "How dare you hit an officer?!" The other one said ready to hit me.

"Enchanting blood. Aroma of Visual Fantasy." All of the suddenly there was many flowers and a strange scent. "You still use the term 'human' to refer to a transformed demon. And you're trying to save him."

I looked up kneeling next to my brother. A beautiful woman and a young man stared down at us. The woman wearing a beautiful kimono with a warm calming voice. The boy well that was different, his eyes were sharp and stared intently at us with a frown on his face.

My eyes couldn't help but admire them. I felt my face turn red when I looked at them or more specifically him. I feel alarmed when I see a lot of blood pouring out of the woman's arm. I immediately shot up ready to help her.

"You're injured! Do you need help? I'm one of the bests when it comes to help people out with their injuries." I try saying but the boy stands closer and blocks me with his arm so I don't get closer to her.

Suddenly I felt a scent since I was too busy to even identify. She gives us a small smile, "There's no need. As you can tell I am a demon." She calmly said.

I didn't pay any attention to anything else they said since I was in love with this new demon. "My future husband." Tanjiro sweatdropped when he knew I would say something like that.

"(Y/N) you always say that when you see a guy you like." He said worried and stared off to where they went. "Come on get you head out of the clouds." Tanjiro grabbed onto my haori and dragged me back to where we left Nezuko.

We ordered two bowls of ramen one for each of us. I kept on eyeing my brother making sure he wouldn't drop my food again, "You two are here." The man suddenly appeared which made me jump and lovingly stared at him.

"Hi! I'm (Y/N), what's the name of the man i'll marry?" I wink to which his glare didn't disappear in fact he didnt react to what I said.

Tanjiro stands up, "I apologize for my sisters behavior." my brother bows and I painfully smile when I feel my bird pecking my head. The boy in front of me stays silent and I feel Nezuko holding onto my haori.

"Why is that bird pecking her head." He says pointing at me when I feel a bit of blood. I give him a smile, "It's nothing to worry about." I'm gonna kill you bird!!

"Anyways, lady Tamayo has asked me to take you with us. Anyways, isnt that a demon? Not to mention she's an eyesore to boot."

I sweatdrop and try to not freak out. When this man points at me. Tanjiro turns quick to look at me and feel a breeze on me when he does so. "Who in their right mind would call her a sore eye!!" He shouts getting really close to this mans face who doesnt react to him. He's such a tsundere.

"Just take a good look at her features!" My brother says stepping next to me. She was our beauty in our hometown with Nezuko!!" He says pointing at my brown reddish hair that's in a high ponytail just like Tanjiro used to wear. And points at my pink eyes which are similar to my sister.

The man turns around and we begin to follow him. We reached to our hidden place and were sitting down with Lady Tamayo who introduced this man as Yushiro.

Nezuko was on the floor moving her feet up like a little kid while Tanjiro and I listened to a bit of Lady Tamayo's story.

How she was Muzan's apprentice and has been coming up with an antidote to turn demons back into humans. "Do you really think my sister could turn back with that!-" Tanjiro was hit on the head by Yushiro when he saw he got too close to his master.

"Hey!! Don't go hitting my brother!!" I shouted angrily and felt steam coming out of my nose. I may like him but if someone messes with my brother, they'll have to go through me!

"What dkd you just say?" He says with a frown and got closer to me.

"Yushiro! Treat our guests with respect." Tamayo ordered. Yushiro cowered and sat down next to her.

"Yes, Lady Tamayo."

**************

I had blood splattered across my face and held onto my broken arm as I fell to the floor and stared at two the upper moons. The sun slowly started to set up and I stared at Tanjiro who stared down with a sad expression at the demon who began remembering their lives when they were humans.

Nezuko! I turned behind me to see Lady Tamayo's hide out destroyed, they are probably in the basement. I ran as fast as I could and tripped on my feet when I felt strong arms holding me. I stared up at Yushiro's cold purple eyes.

"You're sister is safe with my master." We stared at each other for a bit and I blushed when I saw how close we were so we stepped away from each other and he saw my injured arm.

"Is your arm hurting?"

With a small blush I nod but avoid his eyes. "A bit. It's alright though, this is what we slayers go through." I joke and chuckle. Yushiro stares at me since he doesnt consider this as a joke.

"I'll ask Lady Tamayo to make you an antidote."

Tanjiro followed me and we saw Nezuko up ahead who ran up to us and hugged my brother first. I look at Yushiro who begins to search the place up and grabs a roll of bandage. "Unbutton your uniform." Huh? I tilt my head and see him looking away from me.

I slowly begin to do so and can see Tanjiro glaring at Yushiro. Good thing I have this other bandage around my. chest. Yushiro gently takes my left arm and quickly snaps my arm placing the bone back in its place making me wince silently cry. He wraps it from my shoulder down to my hand nefore applying something and handing me some medicine to drink. "You should be feeling a bit better after this. I can't believe you were so stupid to put your life on the line for us demons." He mutters. I gently unbutton the top of my slayer uniform back and smile at him remembering the fight we just had.

Thing is these demons we fought weren't from the Upper Moon at all but jist regular demons who were too powerful for us. One of them were going to kill Lady Tamayo and Nezuko when Tanjiro was off fighting the other one. I stood in front ready to take the hit for both demons when Yushiro appeared in front of me and nearly got himself killed.

"You know your sister is welcome to stay if you'd like. You too we can use a powerful slayer on our side." Lady Tamayo too kindly said looking at me and my sister.

Yushiro repeatedly begsn shaking his head to the side which made me and my brother smile. "We appreciate the offer but us family need to stay together." Tanjiro and I bowed our heads respectfully and Nezuko slowly went inside her box again.

Before I reached the top of the stairs Yushiro shouted my name. "(Y/N). I..do hope we see each other once again. Until then i'll be thinking of you." He said looking away and saw his cheeks turn pink.

I smile and winked at him before giving him a small kiss on his cheek and started running up to Tanjiro. "See you soon future husband! Take care."

I smile to myself and saw my brother smirk at my happy expression. "Future demon husband huh?" "Shut up!!" I joke and began walking next to him to our new location.

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #yushiro #yushiro x reader #demon slayer imagines #pillars #upper moons #lady tamayo #muzan kibutsuji #japan #anime #manga #tanjiro kamado #nezuko kamado

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cartoonfangirl1218 · 4 years

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Why are you naked on my bed?

My friend dared me to do this prompt so I did. Enjoy.

"Why are you naked on my bed?"

Kendra had been having such a nice, entertaining afternoon. The Legends were relaxing for once and had been discussing famous people they wanted to meet until Jax said he wanted to meet Abraham Lincoln.

Now Carter had a rocky relationship with Lincoln. After they had been reincarnated in the 1800s during the Civil War they helped the Union as spies and Carter had made the courageous battle against Custer that helped win the war. Something he never got recognized but Lincoln got all the credit. This pissed him off to no end, and Kendra found it hilarious.

"He gets all the credit for what I did. I did the work but noooo he's the greatest president ever, he solved slavery, he was such a great debater, I have very thing he has. I'm better!" And she egged him on.

"But he has a top hat." "I can pull off a top hat. I can pull off anything. I wore lederhosen and Marilyn Munro still kissed me."

It had escalated from there and Ray wanted proof that Carter wasn't just making the whole thing up so Kendra went to their room to find a picture. When she entered, she almost fainted.

MICK! There was Mick sprawled across her bed, his eyes lit up.

Naked.

MICK RORY WAS NAKED IN HER ROOM. "I love you Kendra.”

Kendra almost choked on the air she was breathing. He loved her???

This madman who who thought the most pretty thing in the world was fire and vengeance liked her?

No LOVED her? When did this happen? Sure they had a nice moment when he encouraged her to kill Savage but she hardly counted that as love. She didn't even like him with all his crazy, fire happy ways. And he loved her. And he naked. OMIGOD did he want to... NO! NO NO NO!

"Mick, I I I'm in nuh no no no I'm in a relationship with Carter and no and why and since when no no I I please put pants on-" Kendra stuttered, flustered with the recent revelation and trying not to look. Mick got up, ignoring her pants request and started pacing around the room, "I've always admired you Birdie. You're vicious hawk side, your weapons, your ability to make an alcoholic drink anytime someone wants it, and you're beautiful. I will gladly give up fire if you would be with me. I don't need fire to be happy, I'm a well rounded, smart man who does not need it. But when I woke up this morning I realized I must tell you and what better way to express my love than bearing everything to you."

Kendra felt the room getting a little darker. Give up fire for her.... He couldn't be serious. Why wasn't he putting on pants?

Suddenly there was a bounding up to the room, "Kendra do you have the picture?" Carter called.

"Maybe she can't find it because it never happened." Leonard called after him then a cell phone rang.

"What Lisa? Calm down, excuse, wait he did what?"

Carter entered the room and let out a strangled choking sound "MICK!"

Leonard charged after him "MICK! WHY IN HELL ARE YOU SENDING-" Leonard froze "-NAKED.."

Sara, Ray, Jax and Stein hurried up behind Leonard squeezing all of them into the small room and froze, eyes widened, mouths hanging.

"Sis I'll call you back" Leonard muttered.

"No, No, Lenny I need you! My delete button is broken and I can't get rid of it. There's a naked picture of him in my email. Make him stop being naked in my email. Len, Don't you dare hang up on.." Lisa screeched from the phone.

Click

"Oh so you love her too?” Kendra snarked. "No, I just sent her an email on how I care about her and I'm sorry for trying to kill her and I would like to go on a stealing spree sometime if she visits." Mick explained. "With a naked selfie?" Leonard asked.

"Bearing my soul.” he stated matter of factly.

"Bearing souls and naked selfies. Interesting symbolism." Sara commented, seeming a bit too amused for Kendra’s taste. "Carter do something." Kendra hissed in his ear. "What do you want me to do?" Carter whispered, staring worriedly at the love sick pyromaniac "Why is he naked in our room?"

"He apparently loves me" Kendra replied. "WHAT!!" "I do." Mick added. The rest of the group stared back and forth between the three.

"See? Help me. Fight for my honor. Something!" Kendra honestly didn't know what to do. She would beat him up but it felt wrong and she already knew what happened when you dump a crazy guy. She knew he was crazy and she had a feeling the whole giving up fire for her might not apply if she rejected him.

"I don't think I can. Beating him up while he's naked, is is is just wrong." Carter said. "Him being naked in the first place is wrong!" Kendra cried.

"No, it's okay. I thought you might react this way. I just tried you first in case you were interested. Now Sara on the other hand..." Mick walked up to Sara's side, as Sara looked horrified.

"Not your type! I thought we discussed this with fourteen year old you?" Sara protested.

"Legends what are you doing I have been calling you to go to the base for 5 minutes?" Rip strode up, pushing between the shoulders and stopped when he can't sight of Mick on one knee, grasping Sara's hand.

"What. Is. This?” "No one really knows" Jax answered for the group. "I want you Sara. If you would have me. I won't even look at fire if that makes you happy. I'm a well rounded, smart man who doesn't need it." Mick said with a surprisingly loving tone.

"Oh" Rip sighed, pinching his nose with exasperation. "Oh what?" Kendra asked, still confused and oddly a little insulted that Mick had already moved on. What kind of fickle guy is that?

"Mick, Sara please meet me in my office. Mick, please put on some pants. It's enough soul bearing."

Sara quickly walked out and Mick ran to catch up with her. "Any chance he to,d you that he would give up fire?" Rip asked Kendra,

"Yes."

"Oh oh this makes sense. I'll explain, I put a hypnosis tape hidden in his room to play while he sleeps to help at least lessen his love of fire. Pyromaniacs Anonymous has a few that have been very helpful for it's clients. I also added my own so that he would work better with the Team and insult others less. I had said to tell the girls how much you respect them and admire your skills instead of believing he was better. I didn't think he would take it so far as to love you. Nor “bear his soul" in "that" way." Rip explained. "That’s- that's actually a relief." Leonard exhaled. "I suppose it did not work as I would have hoped. I'll remove them.. But it might last awhile before he becomes his normal self. You might want to get use to the sight for a few days." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning "MICK WHY ARE YOU NAKED ON MY BED! WE'VE BEEN OVER THIS!" Sara screamed.

#legends of tomorrow #kendra saunders #hawkgirl #heatwave #mick rory #rip hunter #carter hall #hawkman #sara lance #white canary #leonard snart #captain cold #my fanfic #my fanfiction

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The Unlikely Alliance, Chapter 2

Hey, everyone! A donor who wishes to remain anonymous has paid for a continuation of Sally and Ronan’s story! Please enjoy. I’d like to thank both the original commissioner and the anonymous donor for their support!

You can read the first chapter here, if you haven’t already!

The watercolor wash of yellow and orange begins to dry as Sally starts mixing the perfect shade for the bright red foliage of the surrounding trees, the large window on the side of the living room giving her the perfect view without her having to go outside in the cold. Three mugs sprawl out in front of her, one for cleaning the paintbrush off, one for untainted mixing water, and one for her tea that she might have accidentally placed her brush in once or twice. Gently blowing on the first layer of paint to get it to dry quicker, Sally glances up at the old clock, mentally calculating how long Ronan has gone. About… two hours at this point.

She can’t look at her phone to call or text him; it’s been turned off and placed in the safe that Ronan has in the basement. There is a single, ancient-looking landline with Ronan’s phone number scribbled on a notecard to the side, and when Sally had lifted the receiver, she heard the telltale hum of the connection. Even though she had debated calling him, she didn’t want to come off as clingy. Hanging out by yourself in a cabin that’s so far away from civilization with only a single ratty old dirt road to get to and from it can give anyone an extra dose of nervousness, so it’s not like she’s irrational with wanting company. While she could just hang out in the room Ronan had presented as hers earlier in the day, with the gorgeous cross-stitch piece hanging in a frame on the wall, she feels strange sitting on the bed as if she’s invading someone else’s space.

Instead of spiraling down with her insecurities and fears, though, she begins to paint a beautiful maple tree. A part of her wishes she could have her phone to play some of the music she wants to hear, but at least there’s a little portable radio that she has tuned to a station with a decent array of music. The only downside is, of course, the advertisements that she can’t just skip after five seconds or pay for premium access, leaving her to suffer through it. By the time Ronan gets back, she’s already shouting alongside the ’BIG MAC is BAC’ commercial with great success.

“I leave you for what, a few hours, and you’ve already been brainwashed by corporate propaganda.”

She hadn’t heard him come in since the radio had been turned up to the maximum volume to try and drown out her anxiety. In fact, Sally has been so wound up that she is one hundred percent prepared to stab him in the eye with the back of her paintbrush, knuckles white against the wooden handle as she spins around. At the sight of him, hands full of grocery bags in the posture of someone who will only make one trip from the car to the fridge even if it kills him, she lets out a sigh of relief, setting the makeshift weapon back down on the kitchen table. Maybe she should turn down the radio, even if it’s just a little bit.

Ronan sets the reusable (reusable!) bags down on the counter, the plastic-like material crinkling slightly as he does so. As he unloads the different groceries down- bread, eggs, bacon, and so on- he’s already separating some of the items away from the others, putting almost everything away except a select few. Within moments, he’s got a cast iron skillet on the old gas stove, lighting a match to ignite one of the burners. Oil, then vegetables, stirred with a wooden spoon, the smell almost becoming too much for Sally’s empty stomach to sit quietly. She tries to distract herself from the hunger by clearing away her art supplies out from the center of the table, setting everything carefully to the side.

After just a moment of mixing on heat, he adds eggs, waiting just a moment before lifting the panhandle with a cloth, shaking it back and forth for a moment, flipping the omelet with nothing more than the help of physics. Sally almost bursts into laughter, but she’s too shocked to do anything more than stare as it finishes cooking. Ronan slides the food onto a plate he had quickly rinsed and dried, placing it just in front of her as if he’s a professional chef. After the moment of shock wears off, Sally picks up the fork and takes a bite, and, okay, she won’t lie. She was expected it not to taste anywhere near as good as it does.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you can cook?” She asks, incredulously, as she shovels an unladylike amount of food into her mouth. “I wouldn’t have ordered all the takeout if I had known!”

“You never asked.” Ronan’s mouth curves in a slight smirk. “And besides, I never turn down free food. Or the opportunity to not work as hard.”

Sally lets out a puff of exacerbated breath because of course, but doesn’t feel the need to complain as she eats the rest of the food. Of course, she volunteers to do the dishes, might as well offer up some productivity, so while she starts filling the sink with sudsy water, she watches Ronan’s movements like a hawk. There’s something about the awkwardness of invading someone’s house that feels like it’s increased by threefold because… well, it’s Ronan, and she doesn’t know anything about it. The fact that she is in his cabin with a hypothetical window into his life, it feels strange.

Once the dishes are done, Sally realized how little there is to do. Yes, she can finish this painting today, and another one tomorrow, and another one after that. But with the limited amount of things to use as subject pieces, ohhhhh noooo, she’s going to get so restless. Pulling all her supplies back from the corner of the table and spreading everything out again, she tries to distract herself with the inevitability of cabin fever as she continues painting each and every leaf that she can see. The few hours before dinner fly by quickly, as they tend to do when she’s engrossed in her work, and Ronan is soon back in the kitchen, working on whatever recipe he has up his sleeve.

“Question,” Sally starts as Ronan sits across from her, “and feel free to shut me down if you think I’m acting xenophobic, I’ll knock it off. I know that werewolves feel the urge to change during the full moon, but I don’t think you’ve disappeared in the couple of months you’ve been with me.” Inwardly, she cringes at her choice of words. Sounds almost like they’re a couple.

Ronan cocks his head to the side slightly, eyes flickering in thought. “Well, you know how people who are violently allergic to things have epipens, right?” At her nod, he continues, reaching into his pocket and pulling out something about the size of a thick pencil. “Werewolves have something similar. If we feel the need to turn, we’ll slam this into our thigh, and that should stave off anything for a good couple of hours, which normally is enough time to get away from whatever the trigger is.”

Oh, it suddenly makes sense now. “That’s convenient,” she says, unable to think of any other words to describe having to stab yourself whenever you felt on the edge of a frenzy. Good isn’t quite the term she is looking for since this isn’t really a situation that could be construed as positive.

Ronan shrugs as though it’s nothing. “It’s easier than being locked up in the slum camps.”

Sally bites down her tongue and doesn’t say anything else. Once a were ends up in the slum camps, whether it was for petty crime or a fully fledged change in a populated area, it is very, very difficult for them to get back out. Even if they do, they need to have a human sponsor, an upcoming job with on the book wages, and those are the only two qualifications that she, a person who has lived a somewhat sheltered life, knows about. She has little doubt that there are so much more hoops those poor people have to jump through simply to be able to walk around unchained again.

Silently, she pokes at the food on her plate, scrambling for a way to turn this conversation somewhat positive, but the first thing that pops into her head is, “I’m glad that you’re the one protecting me.”

There is a pause, during which she is mentally kicking herself before Ronan responds. “This is the best job I could ask for given the circumstances.”

Which isn’t really an affirmation of any kind, more of a double-edged sword. They finished their food in silence, and Sally immediately started clearing the table. There’s no dishwasher, which she is only momentarily grateful for since that’s thirty minutes she doesn’t have to think about how she should be productive. Instead of hanging out in the living area with Ronan as he begins to clean and oil a wickedly sharp looking hunting knife, Sally finally decides to retreat to the room she’ll be staying in.

While it might not even be close to the most luxurious place she has ever been to, it most definitely is the homiest. And, as Sally thinks about it, homey is something she favors much more than whatever money can buy. Home is someplace that someone works to get, their emotions bleed through the surface, their love and hard work pouring into every crevice of the log walls and wooden floor. At the same time, Sally feels almost like she shouldn’t be there, that she is intruding on someone else’s life, and that she doesn’t deserve to catch glimpses of what Ronan is like outside of his job.

In any case, she lays down, the sheets stiff from years of unuse, pillow so saggy beneath her neck that she has to fold it in half for any kind of support. While the curtains have been drawn shut from whenever Ronan was last here, Sally eyes them suspiciously, as though someone might be on the other side, biding their time. With the tossing and turning she does, it’s a miracle she can even get a wink of sleep in the night, her heart thumping at any kind of creak the house sounds as it settles. That’s the thing about different buildings, they make unique noises in the night. It’s funny how little it took for Sally to forget that just from living a single year in an apartment.

Just as she had predicted; the next days of monotony begin to drive her mad. Sally tries her best to stay busy, she does, but she can only do so much homework without her professor’s instructions before she begins to lose it. She’s painted almost every interesting position out of the windows, and then gathered up some random objects from the cabin and tried making a still life. That painting only partially developed before she got bored of the subject material and abandoned it, still taped to a random piece of wood board she found for stability. Ronan walks with her outside, but only in short, quick bursts, not nearly enough to make Sally feel less isolated from the rest of the world.

Even though Sally would rather very much prefer that Ronan doesn’t leave her side, he still has to go out and buy food, without her. She watches him leave in another motorcycle he had stashed away in the adjacent shed (apparently he has more than just one), since taking her car might catch the attention from the wrong person. The moment he leaves from view, she begins to feel nervous once more, and even while she tries to rationalize it, you really can’t logic anxiety away.

Before she has a chance to spiral, the door knocks.

Her mouth goes dry.

Ronan always just strolls through the door like he owns the place, because, you know, so someone knocking would mean that this is someone else; theoretically, she thinks, trying to calm herself. Ronan might have just forgotten his keys, the ones he used to… leave… on the motorcycle. There’s a hunting knife that hangs on the wall like some antique trophy, so Sally stands on the tips of her toes to snag it before approaching the door. Biting her lower lip from nervousness, her fingers close around the cold doorknob as she tries calming her breath. Then, slowly, she opens it.

It’s a little girl, only about as tall as her waist, clothes filthy, puffy hair full of dirt, leaves, and twigs. The side of her quivering mouth is dripping with blood, her faded jeans ripped around her left knee. The eyes, though, are what catch Sally’s attention the most; bright, ruby-red, the color vivid enough to feel like it glows against her dull, earthy skin. In a small, mousy voice, she asks, “are you Ronan?”

“I- um, Ronan isn’t here right now, can I help you with anything?”

Wrong thing to say, apparently, because the little girl sticks out her lower lip, tears filling her eyes, and begins to bawl as if Sally had just straight slapped her instead.

Immediately panicking, she bends over, trying to get to the little child’s level, and begins to let out a hasty bit of comfort. “It’s- it’s alright. Ronan should be back any minute, really, he just went out to get food.” She realizes that she still has a machete the size of her forearm in hand, and not only is it probably terrifying the kid, but it’s also too late to do anything about it. Camly, robotically, she places it up on the coat hanger shelf that sits on the wall, directly to the side of the door while the girl goes hysterical.

Sally has never really needed to deal with a screaming child, and as the girl’s breath comes out in uneven gasps and chokes, tears clearing away the dirt from her cheeks and chin, she just sort of stands there, watching for a moment in complete befuddlement. Without any other idea of what to do, Sally ushers her in, setting the girl on one of the couches while she searches for something to wipe the grime with, going through the drawers frantically as she temporarily forgets where anything is with the impending stress. Finally, Sally is victorious, lifting up a small washcloth before running it under warm water from the tap.

The little girl doesn’t protest as Sally begins to gently scrub the mud off her face, her sobs slowing down to quiet, miserable hiccups as she gradually gets cleaner. Now, Sally doesn’t exactly have anything that could possibly fit this girl’s skinny, tiny frame, but there is no way she is going to let this poor creature stay in those dirty clothes a minute longer. One of her painting shirts should do the trick, and since it exists merely for the express purpose of getting dirty, Sally doesn’t mind its fate too terribly. Sally helps the girl change after she locates the shirt, slipping the oversized thing over her dusty hair, the stick-like arms popping out of the sleeves after Sally reaches through the holes to help guide her hands.

Soon enough, Sally has a much calmer child sitting at the table, pouring glass after glass of water for her to drink as if the poor thing has gone days without. There are billions of questions circling inside Sally’s head, what is a child doing out in the forest, why does she look like she just clawed her way out of hell, and how exactly is Ronan involved with this, but she starts with something small, something easily given up. “My name is Sally, what’s yours?”

The girl looks up at her, like a deer in headlights.

Sally feels almost guilty, the poor thing looks like she’s ready to be punched in the gut at any moment. “It’s alright if you don’t want to tell me, that’s you’re choice to make.”

It takes only a moment of silence. Quietly, as though the girl fears some kind of reprimand, she speaks. “Bernadette.”

Sally tries not to revel too hard at this step in the right direction. “Bernadette? That’s your name?” At the girl’s nod, Sally tries offering some encouragement for the show of trust. “That’s such a beautiful name! Not quite as fancy and pretty as plain old Sally, huh?”

Bernadette’s mouth twitches upward in a way that reminds Sally of Ronan, the hesitancy for showing any positive emotion was so on par that she gets an overwhelming sense of deja vu. Just as she’s about to start wheedling the story of why a kid that can’t be more than eight years old is out and about in the deep wilderness, more knocking comes from the door. It’s not like the girl’s knocking, which had been quiet and timid, but loud, demanding. Bernadette’s eyes glance up to drawn curtains as if they would suddenly disappear to reveal her worst nightmare lurking on the porch.

As Sally approaches the door, she feels her heart lurching in her stomach as she hears thick, dull sounding footsteps just outside on the porch. If this were a few months ago, Sally would automatically assume it’s Ronan, clomping on the wooden porch and waiting to be let in. But something is off about the rhythm of the steps, the sound of the boots, ticks and shows that someone would only catch if they are just shy of being intimately familiar with a person.

Carefully, she retrieves the machete back from the top of the coat rack, gripping it so tightly that her knuckles turn white. There is no peephole to look through, so Sally just opens the door quickly in the hopes of throwing whoever it is off their game, giant knife hidden behind her back in a not so subtle manner. “Can I help you?”

The sight of this man makes her skin crawl.

For one, his smile is far too wide for her comfort. It reminds her of that one man her dad still does business with, one that watched her with eyes a little too hawk-like when she was younger, showering Sally with strange compliments that made both her and her dad uncomfortable. Second, while his uniform is of a police force, it isn’t exactly one that Sally is intimately familiar with, but she is confident that Ronan must be. CCU is embroidered on his uniform, just above the left pocket, and she knows that he isn’t here for any humans.

“Can I help you?” She asks, hoping her dull green eyes will help put him off.

“Pardon the intrusion, ma’am, but I’m here to do a scheduled checkup to the were resident listed in the lease.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Sally doesn’t know where Ronan is or when he’ll be back. “Um, I’m sorry, my bod- er, boyfriend, will be back from the grocery store shortly. Can you come back in a few hours?”

The officer waits for a beat, blinking his icy eyes only once. “I didn’t realize that Ronan had a girlfriend, nor one so… human, as you seem.”

Sally forces a smile and begins to shut the door. “I’ll let him know that you stopped by, nice meeting you!”

He sticks his foot in the threshold, stopping the door just as Sally thought it was all over. Calmly, she opens the door again, throwing up a poker face so quickly that even trained detectives don’t even notice.

“Will that be all?” She asks, her tone an unfriendly an echo from when she first opened the door.

“Mmm, we’ll see.” He digs through his pockets, retrieving a folded piece of paper. Unfolding it carefully with his pale hands, he flips it around and shows a picture of a little girl, hair in careful, precise braids. When the officer shoves it towards her, she takes it reluctantly, not wanting any part of this in the slightest, needing to play along only until he leaves. “Have you seen this girl? She’s been missing from her family, her poor mother is absolutely frantic.”

Even though she tries to only pretend to look over the picture with no real intention of memorizing it, she realizes that the sparkly red eyes look familiar. Too familiar. Something in her face must have given it away because the officer snatches the picture back victoriously.

“Where is she?” He asks, voice no longer holding up a facade of friendliness.

Lie. “Oh, her,” Sally waves her hand nonchalantly. “I don’t know. She came looking for money and scraps, so I sent her to the nearest poor house. Don’t know what a were kid was doing all the way out in the forest, but it can’t be anything good.”

Out in the distance, Sally can hear the steady putter of an oncoming motorcycle. She does her best to not show any shred of excitement as the officer’s face twitches, ever so slightly. “And where would that be?”

Sally offers a shrug. “I don’t know, aren’t there ones in every city? She’ll find it.”

Then, miracle of all miracles, Ronan pulls up. Sally can already see that his muscles are tense, ready to fight, but still cautious about having to go toe to toe with this man.

“Ah, Mr. Kazimir! How nice of you to join us. I was just chatting with your girlfriend!”

Ronan didn’t even give much of a reaction to the last bit, just as Sally had hoped. Two grocery bags in each hand, he walks over, calmly standing to the officer’s side. “Did you need anything, sir?”

“No, no, just doing a wellness check. You didn’t come in for your annual appointment, as promised, and haven’t answered any of your cell calls. The only reason you haven’t been arrested yet is that your boss has been vouching for you.”

Ronan looks exasperated, but he does his best to keep his cool. “That was yesterday, wasn’t it?”

The officer chuckles, giving Ronan a not-so-friendly pat on the shoulder. “Well, if I had a girl with a body like that, I might forget a few things here and there, too.”

Neither Sally nor Ronan laughs along.

“Is that all, sir?” Ronan asks, voice tense.

The officer sighs, “well, there is a kid on the run from the institution, but your girl says that she sent that runt away. Now I have to go look all over town, maybe even out in the next.” He looks at Sally, almost petrifying her with the murder in his eyes. “Next time,” he says, voice no longer holding a shred of faux friendliness, “just invite the child in and wait for me to show up, eh?”

“Sure,” Sally says, trying to keep it together.

Ronan waits until the officer gets into his sleek, fancy car, driving off with the roar of an engine before coming in. Sally steps away to the side as he does so, letting the machete hang limply by her leg as she closes the door, locking the deadbolt. For a moment, everything is completely silent, then Ronan turns towards her, eyes livid.

“You turned away a- a- child? What is wrong-”

“Will you shut up for a second?!” Sally surprises herself by her tone and how much his words hurt. “Do you honestly think I’m that- that malicious? That I’m stupid? Is that what you really believe about me?”

Ronan blinks, half shaking his head, and is about forming another sentence when Sally beats him to the punch.

“I thought you would know me better than that.”

One of the bedroom doors creeks open behind her, and by the look in Ronan’s eyes, Bernadette must have stepped out. Without another word, Sally stares him down as the little girl takes a step into the short hallway, the floor creaking against her slight weight.

“I was hiding,” Bernadette says, her voice timid and airy.

Sally immediately spins around, dropping the anger so Bernadette won’t have to witness the ugliness of it all. “And that was a very, very smart thing to do, honey. If that man had come in, I wouldn’t have been able to stop him.”

Bernadette nods, and actually smiles at her for the first time, showing off a gap where her front teeth should be. Without another word to Ronan, Sally takes the bags from his hands, then sets them on the kitchen counter to take stock of what they have to use for dinner. Bernadette is probably starving, after all, and Sally wants this little girl’s first meal to be a good one.

“Thay man is going to be back with a search warrant,” Ronan says, “once he realizes there is no sign of the girl out in town.”

“Then, I guess,” Sally pulls out a loaf of bread, “we should think about moving on, huh?”

“Running would look suspicious.”

“And staying for him to find her is a better alternative?”

Ronan closes his mouth tightly, knowing that she’s right. “Not only did that CCU guy see your face, he probably is going to figure out that there’s a hefty price on your head once he starts asking around. There’s no way I can transport you anywhere, anymore, at least nowhere with federal were regulators.”

Sally presses her hands against the counter, hoping the pressure against her palms will help steel her nerves. “Give me my cell phone, I’ll call in a favor.”

“Sally-”

“I said to give me my godda-” she lets the curse word sizzle out as he glances over to Bernadette, “- just get me my phone.”

Ronan stares at her, just for a second, but doesn’t utter another word of argument as he spins around, retreating back to the safe. As he does so, Sally taps her fingers against the fake granite, and asks Bernadette, “what are you feeling for dinner? Grilled cheese? Pasta?”

Her ruby eyes sparkle, if she were any hungrier, she might start drooling on the floor.

Well, Sally doesn’t want the kid to eat herself sick, so she can’t just slam down a feast of unprecedented carbs, no matter how much she wants to spoil her. “Why don’t we start with some grilled cheese and soup? It’s warm you right up.”

Ronan comes up, just in time for Sally to relay the dinner plan to him, handing her the phone.

Calmly, despite the butterflies ramming up and down in her stomach, she walks over to her room. After shutting and locking the door, she flops onto her bed, watching the cell phone’s screen light up as she turns it on for the first time in what feels like years. After typing in her password, her thumb hovers over the phone app for a minute, listening to the muted voices of Ronan and Bernadette on the other side of her door.

Breathing in and out, trying to get a hold of herself, she types in the phone number she’s had memorized by heart.

It only rings once.

“Sally?”

Deep breath. “Hey, dad. I need a favor.”

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My Opinion of Redtail’s Debt

I’m writing these out while reading the book so I don’t forget anything! This is just a way to motivate me to read. This is really long sorry. WARNING SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

Chapter One

I liked it! Not much to say here it was kind of a boring chapter, not much happened. I kind of like how Redpaw seems admire Tigerclaw but can also tell he’s just too ready to fight. I don’t have much to say cause I read it a couple days ago and can’t remember much lol.

Chapter Two

- Wasn’t White-eye born with one blind eye? Am I just dumb?

- I like how Red is a little awkward around Sparrow and White. Like they’re being all lovey-dovey and he’s just like “I’ll . . Just be over there I guess … ”

- “[Redpaw] couldn’t help the warm curl of admiration that ran through him. He’s so brave.” Redpaw do you have a little crush? Honestly though … The way Red is talking about Tiger gives me little crush feels. I don’t ship it of course it’s just kind of cute. THIS IS FUTURE DASH SORRY I JUST REALIZED THEY’RE RELATED! I will say that I enjoy Red’s admiration of Tigerclaw though ;w; Please disregard any crush things you see in the future, I did not realize they were related I’m so sorry. in my au they’re not related so I hope you can forgive me cause I forgot that my AU isn’t canon eheheh sorry

- I wish Spottedpaw and Redpaw had more of an interaction than just “Here’s your herbs stay safe”. I like Willowpaw so far honestly?

- I miss the forest territories :(!

- I’ll kick that hawk’s ass how dare he hurt my son

Chapter Three

- “‘Don’t leave me,” [Redpaw] whimpered.“ DON’T LEAVE THE POOR BOY PLEASE.

- I like Sparrow’s interactions with Redpaw, especially when he thinks he might be hurt. He really seems to care for his apprentice.

- I really love Willowpaw. Scared for her brother :(!

- "If there’s anything I can ever do for you, T-Tigerclaw, just name it,” … “I owe you everything.” That seems like it’s gonna come and bite Red in the ass :/

- Tigerclaw obviously is just trying to get on Redpaw’s good side and I love it

- “You owe me more than one,” [Tigerclaw] purred cheerfully, “you owe me your life!” Please don’t turn that on him I know your evil but my poor son doesn’t deserve this!

Chapter Four

- Adderfang is a good dad! Supportive of his son! I love him!

- Runningkit and Mousekit I adore them.

- I know 100% that RunningRed is not going to be canon cause the editors suck, but honestly? I just wanna take this time to say that I absolutely adore them.

- Tigerclaw is scaring me lol

- AWW SWIFTBREEZE! I love Red, Willow’s, and Spotted’s good parents ;w;!

- I forgot the Clan thought Misty, Stone, and Moss were Blue’s and Thrush’s for a sec. I wish Thrushpelt could have seen them grow up :(

- Bluefur is so strong I adore her

- Tigerclaw’s taking Redtail out hunting and I’m nervous …

- Aw I love Sorrelpaw!!

- Don’t make fun of my son Tigerbitch

SORRELPAW

- YOU TELL HIM STAGLEAP! NO ONE HURTS SORRELPAW

- Please don’t hurt Stagleap ;w;

- Hhhh oh no Red and Tiger’s relationship seems really abusive and I hope it doesn’t turn out like SH ;n;

Chapter Five

- Runningkit I love you

- My poor Redson

- Sunstar don’t be too harsh please

- BCJAJXJX TIGERCLAW SHUT THE HELL YOUR FACE SORRELPAW DID IT ON ACCIDENT

- Red speak up please! Poor boy.

- Noooo my little red boy stop. You don’t owe Tigerclaw anything

- I’m glad Sunstar was reasonable enough to talk to Heaterstar

- Talltail! My boy!!

- Tigerclaw and Thistleclaw are little bitches I hate them

- Sunstaaar just listen to what Heather has to say

- Crookedstar and Cedarstar don’t want anything to do with Wind and Thunder’s drama

- I love Stagleap. He seems really level-headed but firm. I can’t remember him much from Tallstar’s Revenge heck

- I honestly like that Redtail sees Tigerclaw as a good cat so he can’t bring himself to say that he was wrong. It’s … Hard sometimes. I understand.

- Stagleap is a good, reasonable boy <3

- “I owe him everything … But does that mean i have to follow him, no matter what?” HHH that hits a little too close to home honestly

- Lol why wouldn’t Sunstar believe Redtail? He was there, plus he knows that Tigerclaw is too aggressive for his own good. Redtail just talk to him.

- Sunstar I love you but you’re a bit of a dummy :/

- Ooohh I honestly love Tigerclaw in this book so far. He’s pretty chilling. But uh LEAVE MY POOR SON ALONE

Chapter Six

- I like Brindleface and Frostfur’s relationship

- Poor Red boy :(

- YES REDDY CALL TIGERCLAW OUT FOR HIS BULLSHIT

- YESSSS GASLIGHTING Sorry I just like abused characters. But it seems like Redtail is gonna be treated the exact same as Spotted so :/? That’s real disappointing. Remember, if someone is abusing you please seek help! You aren’t obligated to stay with them if they’re hurting you, physically or emotionally!

- Don’t hurt the elders and queens please :(

- Honestly with Bluefur’s past and the death of her mother, I’m surprised she’d want to go through with this? Come on Erins she’s probably traumatized by WindClan’s camp.

- Only … Only six cats? This is a whole camp you’re barging into guys

- I really hope Tigerclaw and Thistleclaw don’t kill anyone

- I love WindClan’s camp honestly I love WindClan

- Aren’t Red and Patch brothers? I kind of wish they had more of a brotherly relationship :/

- I lied they’re cute

- HXJSXJ “WE’RE NOT GOING TO HURT YOUR KITS” THRUSHPELT SAYS AS HIS CLAN ATTACKS WINDCLAN CAMP

- Poor Ryestalk!!

- :( I feel bad for the kits. Poor things are losing their den

- Barkboy <333

- Bluefur learned her lesson about the med den

- Redtail it’s not your fault!

- BEAT TIGER’S ASS STAGLEAP

- Poor Plumclaw and Ryestalk. I hope they come out okay

- I LOVE YOU REDTAIL YOU’RE SO BRAVE

- Fuck yeah I Redtail stare him down

- YOU TELL HIM REDSON! <3333

Chapter Seven

- Idk if they’ve said this before but “They haven’t changed a whisker” is my favorite phrase from Warriors idk why

- You go Redtail don’t let Tigerclaw scare you

- Yeah I hate the fact that Sand isn’t Redtail’s daughter anymore :/ It might have been because now Squirrel and Bramble aren’t related anymore (which I’m sure they are somehow) But I wanted to see a cute relationship between Sand and Red!

- Darkstripe has a thorn in his tail because he is a thorn in the tail.

- :( Redtail don’ gooo

Chapter Eight

- I wish we could have seen some more Dust and Red interactions. Maybe see how Dustpaw was before Darktail got his dirty paws on him?

- Ehhh Ravenpaw’s OOC? But I can excuse it cause he hasn’t been traumatized yet

- I wish we saw that Ravenpaw and Redtail were closer maybe? Just cause I always liked the idea that Ravenpaw really looked up to Redtail and wished he could ask Bluestar if she could have him and Dustpaw swap mentors

Chapter Nine

- nooooo Ravenpaw would never say that ugh

- Tigerclaw leave Ravenpaw alone! He may not be the Ravenpaw i know but FUCK OFF

- What?? What happened to Oakheart was killed by falling rocks? didn’t everyone in RiverClan agree to that? Was their pride hurt so they lied???? What happened to “It would be immoral for a deputy to kill another deputy”?????? Ugh okay now I’m angry

Chapter Ten

- Ooo I love the murder scene though. It’s almost exactly how I imagined it

- NOOOOO YOU CAN’T DO THE UNFULFILLED PROMISES TO ME DUSTPAW WAS WAITING FOR HIM ;n:!!!!

- I love the scene where he’s being guided to StarClan by Sunstar omg . I’ve been waiting for a POV character in StarClan and even if this is the closest we’ll get, I’m happy

- OOH THAT last scene was good. Firepaw! I love him.

OKAY SO last thoughts:

Someone said that she-cats were brutalized so Redtail could seem like a good guy and I didn’t see it? Who were the she-cats??

Also, I think some people hated the fact that Redpaw admired Tigerclaw but. I liked that part. It was interesting. And it made sense! Tigerclaw was a strong, brave warrior who hadn’t shown his true intentions yet so. It makes sense that Redpaw admired him

Overall it was . . . good? Better than everyone said it’d be. I didn’t love it I didn’t hate it. It was just eh. I’d read it again. Redtail was a good cat who genuinely seemed loyal and brave, just like we wanted.

I’ll do Tawnypelt’s Clan next!!

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In Too Deep

As promised, an added bonus for the weekend! Hope you all enjoy and feel free to give feedback xxx

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Chapter 20

I trust him with my body and my soul in this moment. Jared’s the flip side of Shannon: dominant, confident, challenging. But above all, as well as brothers, they’re best friends. I allowed my eyes to drift across his body, feeling all my fears and guilt melt away with each soft stroke of his fingertips.

He leaned over me, his eyes connecting with mine. “Think of this as the start of our adventure baby, not the end. “ He reached over to grab the water bottle. “Open those lips of yours.” He lifted my head gently from the pillow and sprinkled droplets of water into my open mouth. He smiled as my tongue reached out for more. I felt his slender finger trace my lips and then dip slowly into the water, flicking droplets across my face. I knew he was watching my every reaction like a hawk. And I knew he heard the small groan that escaped my lips as a teardrop of water followed the curve of my neck and down across my breasts.

The sensation sent an exquisite shiver that cut deep into my core. “Jared, where are you going?” I felt the mattress dip and his body move away from me. “Come back,” I begged, not ready to give him up so easily this time.

“Patience baby girl.” The words came out slow and sexy as he stood at the bedside, gazing down at my body. “Tell me again that you trust me Lexy.” He sat back down on the edge of the bed, cupping my chin in his hand, demanding I look at him. I nodded, feeling my stomach tighten as those hands moved down to skim my nipples. My breath caught in my throat. “No nodding Lexy, let me hear those words.”

“I trust you Jared,” I murmured, my brain two steps removed from my aching body. I wasn’t thinking, I was just reacting to his words, his touch and his demand for trust.

“Stay there. I’ll be back.

I watched his muscles flex under his tattered T-shirt as he crossed the room, moving in the shadows. “I know you’re watching Lexy. Close your eyes baby.”

I tried calming my breathing. He knew I was watching him. Close your eyes Lexy, I told myself. Give in to his demands and trust him.

I let out a deep sigh and lowered my head to the pillow, enjoying the blackness as my eyelids fluttered down.

“Good girl.” His voice was close but I couldn’t tell where he was. I heard him move and then felt his hand grip my wrist, pulling me from the bed. “Keep those eyes closed. No peeping, promise me.”

My throat was dry and the words just evaporated. I nodded.

“Arms in the air baby girl.” He lifted my T shirt over my head, the cotton whispering over my skin before landing in a heap on the floor. The cool air brought goosebumps to my skin.

“Jared, hold me,” I pleaded, suddenly feeling vulnerable and desperate to open my eyes.

“Trust me sweetheart, trust me. Relax baby, I’m here.” To reassure me, he pulled me into a tender embrace. The lace of my bra grazed his nipples and I felt his body tremble against mine.

Just as my head touched his chest, he eased away, his hands gripping my hips before slipping his fingers forward and slowly unzipping my jeans. I stepped out, pushing them away with my toes, eyes still closed but needing his words of comfort and encouragement.

“How are you feeling baby?” His voice washed over me like the morning breeze, a soft whisper tickling the skin behind my ear. His arms pulled me closer, swiftly unhooking my bra, letting it fall to the floor.

“I feel vulnerable,” I admitted, my voice catching in my throat. “You won’t let me open my eyes Jared.”

“That’s because this is all part of your adventure Lexy. If you can’t do that, we can always resort to the blindfold again baby girl. What would you prefer? Eyes closed or the blindfold?” His fingers drifted down my neck coming to rest on my delicate nipples. I gasped as his fingers traced around the edges before brushing his thumb gently back and forth across the tip.

“Fuck Jared!” I felt my insides tighten as he continued the rhythm.

“Answer me Lexy.”

“I can’t keep my eyes closed Jared,” I murmured.

“In that case it’s the blindfold sweetheart. Let me help you lie down.” His hand gripped my hips easing me down on to the bed, the mattress dipping slightly as he placed my head on the pillows and lifted my legs on to the sheets.

A drawer opened and then closed. “Lift your head up darling.” And then everything went black as night, my eyes denied sight but all other senses over compensating. His nimble fingers fastened the strap behind my head.

“Now lift up your hips.” The demands came and I obeyed, giving in. His fingers latched on to my panties, drifting first across my aching pussy before pulling them down over my ass.

“Are you still feeling vulnerable Lexy? Keep talking to me baby. I need to know how you’re feeling. If there’s anything you don’t like, you must tell me.”

I heard him stand up followed by the sound of his clothes being removed and thrown across the room.

My ears strained to make out other sounds and movements. Suddenly the bed dipped either side of me, his knees against my hips. “Are you ready Lexy?”

I didn’t need to answer. My groan was answer enough as his lips first of all drifted over my mouth before pressing down hard and firm, his tongue probing deeply, exploring every corner. I moved my arms, desperate for physical contact, running my hands through his hair, pulling him in ever closer.

“Fuck baby, how desperate are you?” His hand stroked my cheek as he pulled his lips away.

“Noooo J. Come back,” I moaned, my hands reaching out to find him. I heard and almost felt a deep vibration coming from within him. The drawer opened and then closed again.

“Give me your hands.”

“Why?”

“Do you trust me?”

I sighed and nodded before holding out my hands. “Lexy, this isn’t going to hurt I promise.”

Jared worked quickly, silk restraints binding together my hands before tying them to the bed posts above my head. ”Now, how does that feel? Still feeling a little vulnerable? As long as you trust me Lexy, you’ll love every moment of this adventure.”

The ache between my legs was so intense I could barely speak. “I trust you Jared.” I moaned again as his lips kissed down my shoulder before coming to rest on my nipples. His hands cupped first one breast then the other, lifting them upwards. His lips grazed across them before sucking down hard, pulling my nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the tip.

“Aahhh J, no, no, no it’s too much....” I was in danger of cumming hard. “Please stop,” I begged, trying to wriggle my body away. The ache had become a deep throb but Jared was in no rush.

He released my nipple, the air cooling the delicate tip after the warmth of his mouth. “Breathe Lexy, breathe baby.” He leaned over and his tongue parted my lips, slowly delving deep into my mouth again. “Calm yourself. We’ll take it slowly.”

His kiss lingered while one hand stretched across my stomach. “I can feel those muscles twitching baby girl,” he smirked, moving his fingers down to part my folds.

“Yeess.” My hips jerked upwards but without warning his hands moved away leaving me aching for his touch once more.

I strained against the silk binding my hands to the bed. “Shhhh Lexy, relax,” he whispered. He gripped my hips firmly, lifting them onto the pillow. “Bend your legs Lexy.” He pushed my knees down to the mattress, opening me up.

Slowly, he zig-zagged soft kisses across the insides of my thighs, working upward. His tongue left a wet trail until his mouth connected with my aching pussy, in turns sucking and licking, delving deeper inside .... until he heard my breathing slow and felt my clit harden under the pressure.

He pulled away again, leaving my body twisted inside out, aching, pulsing, desperate for one last stroke to send me over the edge.

“Jared, please. Don’t make me beg,” I whispered. “It’s killing me, this feeling. I need to cum, please J.”

“Lexy ... this is all part of your adventure. Denial baby. Control your body, breathe through the agony sweetheart.”

I felt a tear of frustration run down my cheek: agony and ecstasy were a lethal combination. He was taking it in turns to bliss me out before tearing me apart from the inside out.

“Easy does it. I want you to turn on to your stomach Lexy.” The words were calm and firm. “Let me help you.” He eased the restraints on my hand so he could move my body. “Rest your weight on your elbows. Good girl.” I groaned as his arms looped under my belly, pulling my ass into the air.

“That’s right baby, rest on your knees and relax ... every part of you must relax Lexy. Promise me.”

My stomach was knotted in anticipation, feeling his fingers move slowly along the insides of my thighs. I nodded my head and sighed. I was lost in lust, unable to think clearly, only wanting to surrender my body to his dominance.

RELAX, RELAX, RELAX......

His hands pulled my cheeks apart. “Fuck Lexy that’s beautiful,” he murmured, blowing softly across my folds. I moaned, tugging again at the silk around my wrists. Damn it!

Then he slipped one finger inside my soaking wet pussy, working up a steady rhythm. It felt incredible and I rocked back on his hand desperate to ruby my clit against the palm of his hand.

“You want more baby?” He pulled his finger out slowly and replaced it with two more, stretching my hole wide while thrusting deep inside. I felt my walls tighten around his fingers. “Dammit Jared!” I rocked back on my knees wanting more of him inside me. “Don’t stop this time, please don’t stop!”

“Shhhh Lexy, Shhhh. No screaming baby girl. How are you feeling?”

The part of me that could still form a sentence wanted to say: What a stupid bloody question! Instead a whimper escaped my lips. “Please no more J. I’m a mess, don’t make me beg anymore...”

His hand came back and started to stroke my ass before cracking down on my soft skin with a slap.

The sting made me snap to attention. “Wow Jared, that hurt,” I muttered, turning my face from the pillow.

“Well, there’s your benchmark for pain Lexy. Remember that sting sweetheart.” He leaned his body down and kisses my parted lips. “Listen to me Lexy. I need you to really relax now baby. Do you trust me?” That question again. How many times do I need to nod my head and be pushed to the edge?

Once again the bedside drawer opened and then closed. I listened closely. “You OK Lexy?”

“Yeeess ... what are you doing?”

“You’ll see. Now relax that ass for me Lexy.”

My insides clenched as I felt his fingers rub cool lube around the rim of my tight hole. If I’m going to be honest, this was something I dreamed of but never experienced. I tried relaxing but the feeling of his fingers was causing my muscles to tighten even more.

“Try to relax for me babe. I promise you it’ll be amazing.” His words calmed me slightly and I breathed deeply.

I’ll be honest, the next few moments were so intense I wanted to scream the house down. The pressure was extreme and I bit down on the pillow as his finger opened my hole, pressing through the outer ring of muscle.

“AAhhhh .... J .... fuck...” Another tear escaped, as his finger penetrated deep into my ass, testing my pain threshold. This was definitely taking me into unchartered waters. His finger pushed in then out to the rim before plunging back inside me, testing me, pushing me. Just as I thought he’d finished, another cold drop of lube was rubbed into my loosened hole. “I need you to relax even more this time baby girl. Take it easy.”

I felt butterfly kisses pepper my hips, gentle and comforting before the pressure increased two-fold. “Relax and breathe.” His words washed over me as two of his fingers stretched me even wider, breaking me open, the pressure increasing on my muscles until they gave in, opening me up to the agony and ecstasy that had been promised.

“Wow Lexy, you’re beautiful. Now I just need you to stay relaxed for a moment. Can you do that for me baby?”

I mumbled something but I was way beyond words at this point. I was overcome by the pressure building inside me.

“Are you ready Lexy?”

The words weren’t making any sense any more. Ready for what? I felt his fingers press down even furthe inside me.

“Answer me Lexy!” His voice was a low growl. “Are you ready?”

I moaned and managed to say yes before sinking my head back into the pillow.

Another drop of soothing lube dropped on to my hole and his fingers slipped out before one then two fingers penetrated deep inside again, building up a steady rhythm.

The pressure was amazing and I rocked my hips back, hearing a deep groan erupt from him.

“Fuck it .....,” his words were thick with lust. Suddenly I was aware of pressure of a different kind.

For the love of God! I fisted the pillow, trying to slow down my breathing. Jared’s rigid cock was lined up against my pussy, the silky head easing my other hole open before thrusting violently inside.

His one free hand was looped under my waist, taking my weight as he pumped relentlessly.

“Jared please,” I gasped, the pressure tearing me apart. “Please slow down....”

For once he listened. The intensity eased but he remained firmly in place, just slowing down to let me still myself. Then his arm moved from my waist, and his fingers trailed down brushing gently over my clit, sending an aching shiver through my entire body.

All I could think was: Not this as well.

“Are you ready to cum with me Lexy?”

He didn’t need an answer, he could feel my body vibrating to his every touch and movement.

“We’ll take it slowly and see what happens shall we?” The words seemed to drip liquid gold through my body as he shifted his weight between my legs.

His fingers opened my folds and found that nub of fragile nerve endings, gliding back and forth until every muscle in my body screamed. He continued the rhythm until he felt that rush of blood to my clit and my body caved in. A sob escaped my lips as he thrust himself inside me chasing his orgasm against my tightening muscles.

Our bodies rocked together, fighting the flood of emotions that collided in one mindblowing climax.

I heard a soft groan and then the pulsating of his cock inside me. “Jesus Lexy ...... relax those muscles babe.” I tried but my insides were coiled tight. Slowly our bodies calmed. He slipped his fingers out of my ass and then removed the condom.

“Let’s get those restraints off you sweetheart.” He released my arms and then took off the blindfold. I closed my eyes against the brightness, even though the blinds were still casting shadows around the room.

His arms wrapped me tightly into the warmth of his body. I felt broken all ways. I was aching from an orgasm that had ripped me apart. I had allowed Jared to take me on an adventure that was only the beginning.

I leaned my head against his chest and felt my body at last truly relax. Where would this adventure end?

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captainsaveasmut · 6 years

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Tease Me (II)

Pairing 》 T'Challa Udaku x black!plus-size reader

Synopsis 》 Y/N is in the mood for a little teasing but goes a little too far

Warning 》 smut / explicit language

[Part I]

He had you waiting. Horny and eager. I guess this was apart of your punishment: waiting on him. Did he really expect you to patiently sit here while he continued to do God knows what? Did he not know what type of woman you are? The type of wife he married? You were supposed to tease him, have him begging on his knees for you, his lover; not the other way around. You quickly gathered your clothes you rid yourself of the moment you got to the room and put them on in a rush. You didn't know why you were acting like such a sex addict today. Maybe because you haven't had any good loving from your man in a long while, or it was almost that time of the month and your hormones were all over the place, or maybe you saw this as a game; a petty game that you wanted to win. You exited your bedroom and walked down the long, empty hallway; heels clinking against the mid-grey flooring in aggravation. You walked back to the dining area that was blocked off by the double doors and leaned against them to eavesdrop.

”Thank you again, Mother Ramonda and King T'Challa for your hospitality. The Udaku family never tends to disappoint." I guess the royal brunch was over. Finally. Just as you were about to open the door, one of the Dora Milaje opened it from the inside and revealed you to the Mining Tribe Elder, Queen Mother, and T'Challa. "Oh Queen Yn, are you alright? King T'Challa explained to us that you were feeling ill and had to excuse yourself from the brunch." You had briefly glanced at T'Challa, smirking on the inside. You were ill alright. "Um yes, I'm fine. I apologize for my abrupt departure, but the king demanded that I go straight to the room, no detours, and wait for his assistance. Isn't that right my king?" T'Challa did nothing but give a simple nod, keeping his composure, but he stared you down like a hawk. You were already in hot for teasing him, now you were disobeying his orders and mocking him. You must want to be punished and quite frankly, you did.

“Ah well, I'm glad you are feeling better dear. Sadly, I must leave. The mining tribe can't lead itself." On that note Queen Mother walked the mining elder out; two Dora Milaje following behind them. It was just you, T'Challa, and Okoye, who was guarding the door (and personally watching over T'Challa). "Okoye would you leave me and my wife to talk in private." Okoye nodded and quickly left, leaving just you and him. You waited for him to say something, anything but he just stood there, staring at you with those intense eyes. You scoff and walk past him.

"Why do you love to defy me, my Queen?", he finally spoke. "I don’t LOVE to defy you T’Challa. I just like to go after what I want. You should know this.", you answered boldly. At this point, you were willing to say anything to get T'Challa inside of you. He chuckles lowly, slowly strolling over to you. "And what is it that you want my love?" Oh cmon. Was he really about to make you say aloud?

"You know what I want T'Challa." "I'm afraid that I don't. Please tell me what you wish for.", he smirks slyly. "You." "And what about me do you want so badly?"

He was now facing you, but he continued to walk, making you back up until you bumped into the table. This man had you right where he wanted you: trapped. "Your kiss, your touch, your love. I want it T'Challa. I wanted it ever since you walked out of the bathroom this morning.", you confessed. He continues to stare at you as if he was trying to bore a hole in your face. He was dangerously close; less than an inch away from you, but he didn't touch you. He refused to touch you and it killed you. "You think you deserve to have me after your inexcusable actions today entle [beautiful]? You think you are entitled to this dick after what you pulled today?" His strict voice sent chills down your spine. You didn't answer. You were too busy trying to contain yourself to even comprehend the question he was asking. This mand drove you crazy. "I asked you a question." He forced you to look at him. Lust and anger clouded his dark brown orbs.

"You had a lot to say earlier, now you don't want to speak." "I think I deserve to be sexed by my husband hmm.” "I bet you do... I bet you want me to bend you over this table and fuck you senseless eh? Is that you want?"

You nod your head, biting your lip. He just chuckles and sighs. "What am I going to do with you, my Queen?", he whispered against my lips. You couldn't take it anymore! You slammed your lips on his and kissed him hungrily. Surprisingly, he didn't stop you and kissed you back with just as much want. You two fought for dominance before you tried to place your hands on the side of his face, to deepen the kiss. T'Challa grabbed your wrist and forced your hands behind your back, slowly easing out of the kiss. You whimper at the loss of his lips, while he chuckles in amusement. "You think I'm going to let you off that easy? First you tease and embarrass me in front of the Tribal Council, then you blatantly disobey my commands, and lastly, you come down here to mock me. These actions cannot go unpunished my dear..." He swiftly turns you around and pushes his body against the back of yours. He gives your neck delicate kisses as he slowly unzips your dress.

Once the dress was fully undone he let it puddle around your heels, exposing your naked body. You didn't bother putting your undergarments back on. They were going to come off again anyway. "No panties, no bra? Intombi esile [naughty girl]..." He took off his tribal robe and loosened the long line of buttons on his tribal top. He took his tie off and used it as makeshift bondage for your hands. Then he placed his hands on your shoulders and pushed you down on the table, showcasing your ass and soaking pussy. He marveled at wet he got you. His fingertips lightly grazed over your body, down your chocolate legs, then into your wetness. He brought his fingers to his tongue to taste you."How can someone with such a nasty attitude have such a sweet pussy?", he asked rhetorically, smacking your ass. "Maybe if you didn’t-"

"Who asked you to speak!?", he shouted. He pulled your hair, making your head lift off of the table. You couldn't help but feel powerless. "You talk too much, that's why you're getting punished now." He released your hair and pushed you further down onto the table, while he rubbed large circles over your ass cheek. He lifted his hand from your butt then... SMACK! His hand slams down on your right cheek, keeping it there to feel it jiggle. The force of his hit makes you jump and yelp in pain. "Since you're so chatty today, why don't you count how many times your king smacks this beautiful ass of yours...starting from one." You hesitated for a moment, trying to control the intense throbbing in your core.

"...1" SMACK! Another hit on the left cheek "...2" SMACK! "...3", you choked out.

T'Challa's spanks were starting to get to you and tears threatened to spill from your eyes, but it felt so good. Such erotic pain. T'Challa continued to spank you until you were whimpering out the number "10..." He kissed both of your ass cheeks before gently lifting you off of the table by your wrist. He turned you so you were facing him, revealing your tear-stained face. He wiped your tears away and gave you a soft kiss on the lips. "If I didn't know you, I would've thought you weren't enjoying this, but I know you all too well...", he whispered in your ear. He began to kiss and nibble on your neck as his fingers travel down to your puddled heat.

You sigh deeply, feeling his hands travel down your steaming body. You felt yourself sink into submission, but you didn't want to give in just yet. You still had a little more rebellion left in you. "It isn't much of a punishment if you know I like it, now is it?", you whisper in his ear. He stopped abruptly. "What.", he asked, not as a question, but as an opportunity to take back what you said. "I don't know why you think a few spanks on the ass is supposed to put me in check. You know I like that kinky shit. You might as well save both of us some time and dick me down right now."

You expected T'Challa to go ballistic and fuck you senseless over the dinner table, but he remained calm. When it came to you he mastered silent anger and you drove you fucking insane. All you want is for him to lash out at you, but NOOOO, he just stands there studying you with a stoic look on his face. "GOSH T'CHALLA! SAY SOMETHING, ANYTHING! You know I hate it when you just stand there!", you blurt out. He just chuckles. "That smart mouth of yours is what keeps you in trouble. Let's see if you can put it to good use."

[Part III]

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katalyna-rose · 5 years

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Lyrium

I seem to have lost the prompt that went with this, but here’s the piece anyway.

For @dadrunkwriting

Alie Hawke/Fenris

Hawke just wanted to go home. She was tired of running, of hiding, of missing her friends and the family she’d found. She was tired of shady inns where she had to disinfect the mattress before touching it and she was tired of being tired because she was too frightened of discovery to sleep.

Somehow she hadn’t realized just how easy she’d had it as an apostate in Kirkwall. Despite all the tension regarding mages, it had been extraordinarily easy to pass herself off as a non-mage. Static crackled in the air so her mana went unnoticed. She fought with a bow and no one seemed to realize that each arrow was a little too deadly. Paving stones moved out of her way and tripped up her enemies and no one seemed to think anything except that she was just that graceful, even once they got to know her and realized how very ungraceful she really was. And maybe her friends had helped. Maybe Varric had bribed people to look the other way, maybe Isabela and Fenris had threatened those who might have reported her, maybe Aveline told all her guards to look the other way. Maybe she’d had more help than she’d known, and she wasn’t that good at hiding.

Whatever the reason, it was all gone now.

She panted hard as she ran further, bow in hand but arms shaking too hard to use it. The Smite blurred her vision, made it hard to think, and she’d gotten lost somewhere in the warehouse district of yet another nameless town somewhere she hardly cared to pay attention to. She could still hear the Templars behind her, but she couldn’t tell over the pounding of her heart in her ears how close they were. She didn’t have any lyrium on her, refused to risk carrying it since it had outed her as a mage shortly after they fled Kirkwall, and without it she couldn’t recover from the Smite fast enough. She was going to get caught, and if it was discovered who she was then she wouldn’t make it as far as the nearest Circle if that was even what the Templars had in mind.

“Fenris,” she gasped, but he was on the other side of town in their room at another seedy inn. She’d left him to sleep because he’d been getting over a cold, had gone out for groceries and some wine to cheer him up. She didn’t even know she’d been made until the Smite washed over her and she’d dropped her bags. The crowded market had saved her from instant capture, but she’d turned the wrong way and she wasn’t heading for the inn anymore, for Fenris. She was going to die and he’d probably never find her body.

She collapsed at last against a building that stank of piss and garbage, but she didn’t have the energy left to care. She was shaking so hard from having her mana stripped from her that she vomited, adding to the mess. It wouldn’t have been so bad if they hadn’t hit her with more than one Smite. The first was bad enough, stealing the strength from her muscles, but the second had made her feel like her eyeballs were melting, and she wasn’t sure if there’d been a third or not but she was pretty sure most of her bones had turned to dust and she was just a sack of floppy meat.

She gasped for breath, her stomach empty, her throat burning from bile, and managed to lean her head against the wall at an angle that allowed her to see the Templars approaching. They were jeering, cheering, pleased with their victory. She couldn’t make out what they said, but their tones were nasty and one kicked her in the stomach with his steel boot, making her heave again.

She was sobbing as he pulled her up by her hair, in agony and certain that she was going to die, and he sneered at her. He pulled his fist back and she gazed at it somewhat dully, but it never made contact. She saw the flash from the edges of her vision and thought it was just the Smite affecting her sight, but then the Templar looked down in horror at his chest and she summoned the will to follow his gaze to find his still-beating heart nestled in a palm that was not his own. Then he fell and dropped her and she didn’t have the strength to look up again. Screams were dim in her ears and bright flashes lit the dim evening, but she couldn’t even summon the will to wonder what was happening.

There was silence after a while and she would have wondered if she was dead except that she could still hear the pounding of her own heart against her eardrums. A few moments later she felt a gentle hand lifting her head, supporting her body, and she groaned at it in fear.

“Alie,” a familiar voice whispered, calling her back to herself. “Alie, it’s me. Can you hear me? Oh, what did they do to you?”

“Fenris?” she murmured weakly, trying to make her eyes focus enough to see his face. He swam in and out of her view and she released a weak sob that it was him. “Fen… Smite. Two, m’be three.” She heard his sharp inhale. “Can’t… Weak…” Speaking was taking too much effort, so she stopped trying in favor of just enjoying the feel of his skin and his strong arms around her.

“Alie, stay with me!” his voice was panicked, but so far away. “I don’t have any lyrium potions but you… Alie, no, look at me, please! I don’t… I can’t… There must be something!” She was jostled around as he searched for an answer, but she just wanted him to hold her while the world grew dimmer. “Alie.” His voice was commanding, impossible to ignore, and she forced her eyes open again. “Alie, draw on the lyrium in my skin.”

She scowled and attempted to recoil from him, but he held her easily. “Noooo,” she moaned. “Pr’mised. Would n’v’r…” Her tongue wouldn’t obey her, felt too big in her mouth, but she needed him to understand. He’d been used too much in his life and she’d promised that she would never do something like that to him.

“I know, Alie,” he soothed, and his hand was warm on her face. “But you must. You… you’re going to die if you don’t get lyrium, and it’s all we have. It’s okay, Alie. Please, take it. Because I- I would relive every moment that I belonged to Danarius if it meant I could save you right now. Take it!” He shook her just enough to force understanding into her mind. She felt for his lyrium, for the song that it sang to her blood, but she whimpered as she began to draw on it, hating that she was forced to this.

She’d drawn on his lyrium once before, in a panic as a mage from Tevinter had captured her. He hadn’t held her long, turned to ash by a spell boosted by Fenris’s lyrium. And she’d hated that her fear had driven her to do something like that without thinking, and had never done it since, had wondered if it had been part of why he’d left her alone in bed in the morning, though she’d never dared to ask.

Her strength began to return and she could breathe more easily, and once she was capable to holding her eyelids up she stopped drawing from him. But he tilted her chin up with a finger with get her to look at him and said, “Take more, Alie.” She whimpered at him, and he wiped away a tear that fell. “It is not a betrayal if I ask it of you.”

“That’s not always true,” she managed to whisper. He leaned down to kiss her brow.

“Then it’s not a betrayal because I’d rather endure a whipping than see you brought so low,” he told her, his voice made deeper by his own pain.

She clenched her teeth and drew more power from his skin until her shaking eased and she thought maybe she could stand with a little help. She reached up to touch his face, to push some hair from his eyes, and his relieved smile was like a knife in her gut. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed, and he held her tighter, tucked her head under his chin as he all but squeezed the life out of her again. He was shaking hard, but she didn’t know how to apologize properly. So she just tucked her face into the crook of his neck and breathed in the clean, salty scent of him.

When at last he released her, he leaned his forehead against hers. “I almost lost you, Alie,” he whispered. “That hurts far more than giving you my lyrium. These Templars, they weren’t going to take you to a Circle. If I hadn’t found you when I had…”

“How did you find me?” she asked, confused.

“I got up shortly after you left,” he told her. “I was feeling better and I wanted something to drink. But there was something off about the atmosphere, the way people wouldn’t quite look me in the eye. And the innkeeper looked guilty when she saw me, and I knew that something was wrong. They had figured out who you are, and they gave you up to the Templars. So I went to find you. I was almost too late…”

“But you found me,” she whispered. “You saved me. Again.”

He kissed her then, his trembling lips soft and sweet. “I’d say ‘anytime’ but if you make me save you too many times I might get cross.” Her laugh was watery and his smile was relieved as he helped her up. He’d brought their bags with him, so there was nothing more to do but leave yet another town behind.

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thrandilf · 6 years

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So Distracting Ch 4

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15000896/chapters/35060810

Anders didn't see Fenris for several days and counting after being walked in on the morning after by resident chantry brother Sebastian, who was more gracious about it than he imagined most chaste clergy would be. He tried not to fret, knowing Fenris was likely busy or needed time to himself. He tried not to imagine he'd scared him or somehow hurt him- he hadn't, right? Fenris certainly hadn't seemed pissed off and yet he kept himself isolated.

"Anders."

He groaned. He was grinding and mixing healing poultices with a mortar and pestle, trying to have some peace and quiet without the spirit in his head thinking at him. "Yes, Justice?"

"I don't understand how humans are so conditional day to day."

"Huh? How so?"

"Why do you write with more eloquence and work harder when the elf has recently used you for gymnastics?" Anders burst into laughter and Justice pressed on. "I don't see the correlation!"

"It's- oh Maker! Justice. This is too good- don't you inhabit my body too?"

"Yes, but the sensations between your legs shouldn't affect your mage manifesto. Explain it to me."

Anders giggled, reminded of the countless times the dwarf Oghren tried to ask Justice about his views on the horizontal hokey-pokies without ever outright calling it sex. "It's healthy, Justice. It's exercise and pleasure in one, and that's not even touching on how soothing it can be to be held and kissed. People have more energy when they're warm, well fed, relaxed, happy, and perhaps been to bed with someone. My head is clearer, although you might disagree."

Justice considered it seriously. "It isn't anger but well being that affects your energy? Your devotion and drive?"

"Well- it's both. Can't believe you Fade beings don't understand sleep and food and touch. Quality of life affects quality of everything. You do know you've been backseat driving in a HEALER'S head and learned absolutely nothing about my physical and emotional needs?"

Justice seemed to be thinking very hard. Spirits generally didn't like considering their point of view in need of change, even with such simple things as "sleep is medically NECESSARY TO LIVE". Anders realized that Justice only read his righteous anger as useful up to that second, and never other feelings of joy or mirth as anything but passing distractions.

"I apologize for misjudging your needs. I make it a point to not misjudge. I've only ever been one thing. I am blind to anything beyond morality and action."

"Well, I guess when you're a spirit who can opt out of sharing my taste buds delicious spices and hot meals don't mean much."

Justice shifted in Anders's mind, like he was about to make a profound declaration. "If your physical desires affect your mind and quality of health in this way, then I approve of Fenris and request you allow him access to you at least twice weekly."

Anders's hand slipped and his mortar and pestle clattered to the table and dumped his herbal mix everywhere. Anders pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes and spluttered. "WHAT?! Did you just- oh my GOD-"

"I fully approve of the elf. His physical routines regarding your body's libido have drawn out a much more effective and persuasive vocabulary in your writings. Perhaps not only his physique but his resistance against his own oppression is inspiring."

"Noooo no no no! Even /I/ don't fully approve of the elf! Fenris-"

"Judging by your efficiency levels and mood, he's most beneficial to you approximately every few days, although there were no negative side effects for having sessions closer than that. Perhaps he has need for more frequent bouts with you and would be agreeable to you servicing him thrice weekly. Why is your face so noticeably heated?"

"We're done. We're so done. First I was and still am the center of hot gossip in all of Hawke's friend circle, and now YOU'RE trying to PRESCRIBE me sex at routine intervals each week!"

Justice was confused again. "Schedules are good, are they not? They are a constant."

"Not for this! It isn't how it works!"

"Isabela sees an elf woman every Thursday at 8pm. Humans do well to schedule appointments."

"Fenris would be ghastly offended if I acted like he was a sex worker to schedule times with. I'll try to spend more time with him when he's sociable again, okay? I'll send something over to cheer the broody bastard up."

"Agreed."

"Then are you done?"

"No." Maker, Justice really was bluntly honest all the blasted time. "I inhabit you, yet you're reluctant to discuss this development with me. Why? Openness is key to our existence."

Anders sighed heavily. "Aren't there perhaps spirits of Embarrassment in the Fade for you to understand this?"

A rare laugh emerged from Justice's consciousness. "They never appear to anyone."

-~-

Fenris didn't remember painting his floor wine bottle green, but upon focusing his eyes he realized that it was simply more of the floor was covered in bottles where he was slumped against the bed than there was visible floor. He groaned and leaned his pounding head back against the bed frame with a sigh.

What was the use of blacking out drunk if he didn't wake up with any new insights? He'd made a hasty retreat, frightened of how Anders possibly felt for him. He lay low and tried to reason out his emotions, drinking and working out and sleeping the rest of the days away, frustrated and desperate to stay hidden away. Even despite his impressive fortitude, the idea of another drop of wine made his head spin.

He wanted Anders- a mage.

It couldn't be.

Fenris wasn't one to cry, even in physical agony he focused more on wrath than the pure spiritual pain. He bent his head forward against his knees, curled into his chest. A soft sob escaped him and he burst into tears, hiding his face. All he wanted was to try and be happy, and the horrors of the only life he'd known followed him all the way to Anders's arms. He didn't know anything about love. Fenris only knew having agency and power taken from him- an ability Anders undoubtedly had. A fucking mage who in heated moments, bragged about how wonderful it must be to be a magister in Tevinter.

Was he so stupid as to care for someone only out to hurt him or was it paranoia and fear that kept him alone? Fenris didn't know. Neither option led to happiness.

A familiar knock rang out on the door and Fenris tensed for a split second and immediately relaxed as his ears twitched from the footsteps. Hawke.

"Fenris? Hello?" Hawke opened the door to Fenris's room and in with him was the heavenly aroma of apples and cinnamon. "Oh, Fenris."

With anyone else, Fenris would consider attacking them until they left, but Hawke he could trust. Especially with a tray of something smelling so enticing. He lifted his head and Hawke set the glass pan down on the bed and slid next to Fenris, putting an arm around his shoulders. "Who do I need to kill?"

Fenris sniffled. "No one I couldn't kill myself."

"Is this about Anders? Can you talk about it?"

Fenris hadn't seen anyone in days and Hawke's warm presence at his side calmed him. He closed his eyes. "I'm scared of Anders." His voice was barely a deep scraping croak. "Not that I couldn't rip his body to shreds, but of what he's doing to me. If- if I give myself to a mage, or to anyone at this point, I'm terrified I'll do the wrong thing or let myself be owned. I don't want to enslave myself to someone or let him get too close and- and I don't know."

"Being in a vulnerable position is frightening."

"Hawke, what do I do?!" Fenris wiped his eyes. "Anders confessed wanting to be mine and how he wants me to feel cherished. When I'm holding him I feel protective and I want to touch him and see him smile. It feels unreal. I can't help feeling I'm being set up. Manipulated. Why- why do I care about him?! Is it even real?"

Hawke squeezed Fenris's shoulder. "There's a lot going on here, and I understand how overwhelming it can be. I've fucked up a lot of relationships back in Ferelden. I have regrets, but I'd never want to take back caring for someone. I'm pretty sure Anders doesn't have any ill intentions towards you, Fenris. If anything he's worried he drove you away. Anders, Merrill, and Sebastian baked that apple crisp because Anders wanted to do something nice for you and Sebastian was trying to teach Merrill about human food."

"Anders did?" Fenris inhaled deeply and his stomach gnawed with hunger. "But he sent you here with it?"

"Well, he didn't know what kind of mood you were in. What if you never wanted to see him again? He thought he must've upset you. The man doesn't have a death wish."

"Oh." Fenris shrugged. "I should've just talked to him."

"It's alright."

"I don't think any of this is alright."

Hawke leaned over close so their heads were together, still holding Fenris's shoulders. "You're one of my best friends, Fenris. I love you. I love you and I swear on my life I'll never let someone abuse you ever again."

Fenris wilted. "Because I can't tell if I'm being used or mistreated. Because you're a mage and I have to trust one of you will be decent."

"No. It's because people need their friends to care about them and watch their backs no matter where they came from or who they are." Hawke stood up and held out the warm pan of apple crisp. "Now, our lovers were very sweet in almost setting my house on fire. Merrill didn't get cinnamon on her nose for us to not eat this."

The apples made Fenris's mouth water and he wiped his eyes for the final time, sitting next to Hawke on the bed and the two of them diving into the most divine thing Fenris had ever tasted. The dessert was gone in under a minute and Fenris smiled, sighing with contentment and pure bliss as he licked his lips. "Good. Good yes good."

"Same." Hawke finished his bite and they sat together in comfortable silence. "How're your reading lessons going?"

"I don't have to pause as much, but it's still slow going," admitted Fenris. "My penmanship is even worse."

"I've got time."

-~-

Anders was relieved to see Fenris again the next day. Fenris nodded at him and their hands brushed together as they walked side by side. They traveled through Lowtown with Hawke, running errands and adding more tasks to their endless roster. Isabela and Merrill trailed behind them and Anders couldn't keep quiet.

"Isabela, why on earth did you place a bet on Fenris and I?"

Isabela grinned. "I wanted to sleep with him, so I decided any outcome he had would be to my advantage. To always winning!"

"Wait you- but why would you bet on ME versus yourself?!"

"It's simple- if I slept with Fenris, that's a win. If he slept with Hawke, I have endless teasing ammunition to throw at Hawke. So then to make you sleeping with him beneficial, I put a small bet on it so tada! I'm pleased with any choice Fenris makes."

Anders expected Fenris to be mortified, offended at the very least, but he just huffed with a smile. "I'm flattered- why did you want to sleep with me? Anders has given me a taste for hearing compliments about myself."

Hawke snorted and Anders blushed as Isabela spoke. "Lanky, pretty eyes, elfy, magical fisting, angsty haircut, enjoys a strong drink- need I go on? Anders is unfairly lucky."

Merrill had a curious look that filled Anders with anxiety. "What about Anders? Why not sleep with him? He's cute."

"Hello?????" squeaked Hawke with mock alarm.

Isabela playfully smacked Anders's butt. He grinned at her and then realized he should probably have protested until he saw the amusement in Fenris's eyes. Bratty elf had a soft spot for Isabela. "Been there, done that. The electricity trick was nice and Anders is- oh I'll let him have some privacy. Very good, but not my type. I prefer real gold to the stuff on your head."

"Um, thank you? I guess?"

Merrill thought for a moment. "Why not bet Fenris would sleep with me?" Fenris turned and gave Merrill such a withering look she giggled. "Oh yes, sorry. We get along very poorly."

Isabela flung an arm around Merrill. "9 AM on a Tuesday, care to go drinking after Hawke's done showing his junk to every shopkeep in Kirkwall?"

Merrill's giggles were infectious and Anders couldn't help laughing. Fenris tried to keep a straight face but a low chuckle escaped him. Hawke turned around with an attempt at a scathing glare. "I can't take any of you lot ANYWHERE!"

In the midst of the group's laughter, Fenris leaned to whisper to Anders, "My place, tonight."

#fenders #fanfiction #anders dragon age #fenris dragon age #my writing #long post

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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 300: Days of Our Todorokis

Previously on BnHA: Hawks was all “hey Jeanist, wanna go on a road trip with me to my mom’s house?” Jeanist was all “you know it,” and so they hopped into Jeanist’s jercedes and took off. Hawks took a nap and had a flashback to his Dickensian childhood living in a abject poverty with his jerk mom and jerk dad, thinking heroes were make-believe until one day Endeavor arrested his dad and Baby Hawks was all “OH SHIT.” And then he saved a bunch of people, and the HPSC was all “what do we have here,” and blah blah blah, you know the rest. Back in the present, Hawks was all “well my life is currently in shambles, but on the plus side there’s no one bossing me around anymore so that’s pretty cool,” and then decided he was going to talk to Endeavor. Fandom was all “I can’t believe Hawks would side with his childhood hero over the man who burned his wings off and posted a video calling him a violent murderer who took after his abusive dad,” so that was fun and stuff. I can’t wait to see what piping fresh takes this new chapter will bring.

Today on BnHA: Our old friend Carbonation Carl tries to loot a Starbucks and gets his ass kicked by a senior citizen. Society is all “YEAH, WE’RE REALLY STARTING TO GET SICK OF THIS SHIT.” Old Man Samurai is all “this room won’t stop me because I can’t read it” and abruptly decides to retire, which, fun fact, is literally THE LEAST HELPFUL THING ANYONE HAS EVER DONE. Anyway so then a bunch of other punkasses follow suit, and while I won’t say that I’m actually starting to root for Stain to kill some peeps, just for the record I’m not not saying that either. Back in the hospital, Endeavor cries some tears because his life sucks, and then is confronted by his entire family, LED BY QUEEN REI, FIRST OF HER NAME, BACK IN BUSINESS AND LARGE AND IN CHARGE. Rei is all “fuck feeling sorry for yourself, we have a rogue Murder Son on the loose” and I swear to god I have never felt so alive.

so here we go! and just for the record, even though the last two chapters have been phenomenal, I don’t necessarily have any sky-high expectations for chapter 300, mostly because chapters 100 and 200 consisted of Mei Boobs, and Toadette and her horrific quirk lmao. so go ahead Horikoshi, what are you gonna pull out of your hat for this one

oh, back to this stuff again. sob

I guess there was only so much time we could spend having hospital antics and exploring Hawks’s past before we got back to dealing with the whole “the world has gone to absolute shit” issue huh, lol

omg

what’s with these bizarrely cute Noumus. why do I want to pet them

so the narrative text is going on about how people have been super paranoid about the Noumu ever since the USJ incident a year ago. so yeah, I guess the fact that there are now a bunch of them confirmed to be running around is really freaking people out even on top of everything else

wtf is happening here

what did this poor lil glass ever do to anyone. r.i.p.

OH MY FUCKING GOD

SODA SAM IS BACK ON THE LAM

tsk tsk tsk. my man has graduated from snatching purses to raiding cafes. going after that big money. this man has no business sense whatsoever lmao

OH BUT WATCH IT NOW!!

OH SNAP THE PEOPLE ARE FIGHTING BACK. WHATCHA GONNA DO NOW SAM

THIS MAN IS 172 YEARS OLD AND HE’S NOT HERE TO PLAY GAMES!!

WTF IS HE LIGHTING THIS THING ON FIRE OR SOME SHIT. GETTEM GRANDPA YEAHHHH HE’S CHARGING AT EM YEAHHHHHH

lmao so that was fun. and now we’re cutting to Wash!! omg. look at him

he’s so dedicated. too bad you don’t have a car like Best Jeanist. probably takes a while when you’re just running everywhere

you see?? you were too slow!!

NOOOO, GRANDPA. he defeated Pepsi Pete, but lost his life in the process. this is too tragic

anyway so the good news is that the cafe has been saved! but the bad news is, there really isn’t much of a cafe left. huh. I guess that’s one of the reasons why people are supposed to get a license to use their quirks like this

oh snap and now everyone is coming outside, and they’re none too happy to see poor old Wash over here

seriously Wash, get a bicycle or something. also the way this guy is gesturing so dramatically with his hand in this sort of “YOU SEE!! YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS!!” manner is sending me

OH MY GOD

HE SPEAKS. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS. IT MEANS JEANS PUNS ARE YESTERDAY’S NEWS, FOLKS!! MAKE WAY FOR THE LAUNDRY PUNS. CAN’T WAIT TO WATCH THIS ALL... UNFOLD

“the heroes had dwindled away” okay real talk you guys, it is literally only a matter of time before they press-gang the children into picking up their slack. I still don’t know how to feel about that, but it is happening one way or the other regardless. Child Soldiers 2 Electric Boogaloo. wonder if we’ll see a rise in vigilante action as well

OHO WHAT’S THIS? THIS IS A CHAPTER OF GRANDPAS HUH

-- no fucking way

WOW. WOW. WOWWWWWW

wow. so he didn’t do a fucking thing while the rest of the top ten were being turned into red mist in the previous arc, and now that it’s all over and they need his help more than ever, he decides... THAT IT’S TIME TO RETIRE. holy shit. “fuck you” doesn’t even begin to cover it my guy. you stand there and soak up those boos you coward

ohhhhhhh shiiiiit you guys. oh shit

the “I am not here” breaks my fucking heart for real though y’all. oh man. everything he worked for is gone just like that

(ETA: okay so a couple of the takes I’ve seen on this make it seem like All Might is somehow the bad guy here?? “this is what happens when society puts a bunch of glorified cops on a pedestal”, “finally the cracks in hero society are showing”, etc. etc. so, just a friendly reminder that this isn’t happening because of too much trust and a lack of critical thinking; this is happening because the villains killed all the heroes and broke a bunch of murderers out of jail. it’s happening because an organized league of terrorists succeeded in terrorizing, and so society is now understandably awash in fear and panic. like, it’s just wild to me that AFO is RIGHT FUCKING THERE, and yet week after week fandom still has their “IT’S ALL THE HEROES’ FAULT” signs still up on their lawns. BUT WHATEVER, MOVING ON.)

also though, so exactly how much time is passing here now? I wanted to go straight back to the hospital and see what happens with Deku and the Todorokis. please don’t tell me we’re jumping ahead sob. my aaaaangst

OH SHIT

STAIN. LISTEN UP BUDDY. I KNOW WE’VE HAD OUR DIFFERENCES, AND I STILL DESPISE YOU FOR CRIPPLING TENSEI AND TRYING TO KILL MY BEST BOY TENYA. BUT AS IT HAPPENS, THERE ARE ONE OR TWO OTHER HEROES OUT THERE NOW WHO I WOULDN’T MIND YOU PAYING A VISIT I’M JUST SAYING

LOL BUT IT ACTUALLY ISN’T THIS MAN, FFFFFF

sob. yeah I was talking about Old Man Samurai actually but YEAH. HEY THERE ENJI

also is this entire hospital actually run by characters from Super Mario Bros though. first Yoshi and now this guy, come the fuck on that is not a coincidence

lmao they stuck him in another one of these cavernous creepy hospital rooms

wtf is it with Horikoshi and these giant fucking rooms lately. Kacchan’s in chapter 298, then Tomie’s colossal house furnished with like one table and a TV, and now this. and the weirdest thing about it though is that “huge space with nothing to fill it up” is like the exact opposite of what you’ll usually find in Japanese homes lol

so now Enji is just sitting there thinking things like “my head is fuzzy” and “I’m alive” lmao okay. not quite all there yet, huh. I’ll give you a minute

I’m so fucking curious as to who his first visitor is going to be omg. either way it’s going to be interesting af, and either way fandom is probably going to feel some way about it but OH WELL

okay now his thoughts are getting more coherent! and he’s remembering Touya, and feeling regret for freezing up and forcing Shouto to deal with everything instead

!!! OH HERE GOES BRACE YOURSELVES Y’ALL IT’S ABOUT TO GET SPICY

NO TOUYA PLEASE DON’T CRY HONEY NO PLEASE

ohhhhhhh man

okay, I mean I didn’t expect you to, but so instead then you’re just going to do... what? lie there and wallow in regret and self-pity for the rest of your life? son you know that’s not how we deal with our problems here in Shounen

though also, I totally do get it though. honestly, thinking on it, I probably would have been disappointed with any other response. but so this is where the rest of his family (including his adopted son) come into play now though, because like it or not they’re all in this thing together. and so friends, I am once again asking you WHO IS GOING TO BE THE ONE TO VISIT ENJI FIRST

AHHHHHHH

KRANCH!!!! OMG AND THE OTHERS ARE SO TINY NEXT TO HIM THAT I ALMOST DIDN’T SEE THEM AT FIRST. IT’S BECAUSE THEY’RE TWENTY MILES AWAY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS REGULATION HOCKEY RINK OF A ROOM

holy shit I’m so excited lkjlklhlglkasdsjldfk

SDKFJLSKHLKJL

the way she has him by his collar lmaoooo. “lol nah you’re not going anywhere pal.” damn straight, siblings have to be ride or die in situations like this. banding together for survival. strength in numbers

OH MY STARS I’M JUST WARNING YOU NOW THAT I’M ABOUT TO DISSECT EVERY LAST REMAINING PANEL OF THIS CHAPTER PROBABLY YOU GUYS. WE COULD BE HERE A WHILE

love how Fuyu has absolutely no idea how to segue into THE SINGLE MOST AWKWARD CONVERSATION SHE’S EVER HAD, so she just GOES FOR IT in pure small talk mode like they’re meeting up for brunch somewhere

I KNOW IT’S A SMALL THING, BUT I APPRECIATE THAT THE FIRST THING ENJI ASKS IS WHETHER THEY’RE OKAY

lastly while I can’t wait for more of this delicious Natsu angst, I also just have to say that Enji has as much reason to cry right now as anyone on the planet. you can’t deny that being confronted by your not-dead-but-you-thought-he-was-dead son who’s all “SURPRISE DAD I GREW UP TO BE A MASS MURDERER AND I HATE YOU AND EVERYTHING IS ALL YOUR FAULT AND NOW I’M GONNA MAIM YOUR OTHER KID” with a side order of “EVERYONE HATES YOU AND SOCIETY IS CRUMBLING AND NOTHING WILL EVER BE GOOD EVER AGAIN” is enough to bum pretty much anyone out. there’s a Pagliacci the Clown joke here somewhere. BUT DOCTOR, I AM THE NUMBER ONE HERO

oh man lol he is seriously falling apart

damn. like you guys, I’m sorry, go ahead and cancel me, but I do feel compassion for the man. it’s therapeutic for me to see an abuser actually feel remorse and be truly sorry and want to change and want to make it up to his family. and it’s also compelling as fuck to read a narrative about a family that’s trying to grapple with that, because let me tell you straight up, as someone who’s done a version of that song and dance -- it is exhausting. it is a piping hot mess. it’s a gigantic mishmosh of extremely volatile emotions that all somehow all contradict one another. love, hurt, hope, anger, betrayal, resentment, attachment, longing. it’s something you can both be desperate for and also want nothing at all to do with. and attempting to portray all of that and write about it is a monumental task, and one which Horikoshi has done so, so delicately thus far, and damn but I appreciate it. anyway, so I’m here and I’m ready for my latest helping of Todoroki Fam Feels you guys

GASP

oh man. OHMANOHMANOHMAN. CAN IT REALLY BE. IS THIS THE REDEMPTION ARC OF CHAPTERS 100 AND 200???

LMAO SHE’S ALL “WE ALL FEEL BAD YOU JACKASS STOP CRYING ABOUT IT”

LAY INTO HIM REI!! SORRY ENJI YOUR PITY PARTY HAS BEEN CANCELLED IN FAVOR OF A “SO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT” PARTY COURTESY OF QUEEN ELSA OVER HERE. THE PEOPLE TOOK A VOTE AND WE WANT LESS WHINING AND MORE ACTION

oh my god look at this lady folks

NOTE THE HAIR BLOWING IN THE NONEXISTENT WIND. NOW WE KNOW WHERE SHOUTO GOT THIS POWER FROM

(ETA: btw guys, seeing Rei handle this crisis like an absolute champ despite everything she’s been through is everything, though. I’m reminded of Hawks’s line last week about people sometimes unexpectedly finding liberation when they’re backed into a corner. like things may be shit but goddammit her kiddos need her.)

THE CHAPTER IS ALREADY ENDING SOB, IT’S ONLY A 17-PAGER THIS WEEK, BUT GODDAMN WHAT A WAY TO CLOSE

oh my god. oh my god oh my god. AND FUCK YOU HORIKOSHI FOR CUTTING IT OFF THERE sob. it’s like each week the wait for the next chapter becomes more painful. the Todofam is about to get real, and on top of that Hawks is gonna crash the party at some point down the line, and on top of that we’re still waiting for Kacchan to have his own heartfelt discussion about What The Fuck Are We Supposed To Do Next with his best friend who’s currently in a coma. all I want to do with my life is read about these three things, and all I can do is simply wait as they are portioned out in agonizing, addicting little installments every week

anyway! tune in next time as we answer the question of whether or not fandom will finally run its train of logic all the way through to its natural conclusion and somehow manage to cancel Noted Abuse Apologist Todoroki Fucking Rei. don’t act like it can’t happen. you all know nothing is sacred lol. anyways but I’m ready for anything lol, bring it

#bnha 300 #endeavor #todoroki enji #todoroki shouto #todoroki rei #all them todorokis #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #I can't believe I've done 300 of these now lol #think I'm gonna finally have to update the post index again

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jon-daddy-dominus · 4 years

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Kitten's Collar

Chapter, 4

Alexis rolled her eyes, somewhat confused by the unfamiliar surroundings of Clints truck, when the repetitive dinging of the door alarm woke her up. She was a little surprised he had driven her home, after she fell asleep in his arms out in the woods. Most guys probably wouldn't have let her fall asleep in the first place without getting some attention for themselves.

He slipped his arm under her legs and cradled her as he slid out oh the seat, and carried her to her apartment door.

"Alexis, where are your keys, Sweetheart?" He whispered.

She looked down to see her purse on her lap, he must have placed it there before getting out of the truck, and she reached in and felt around for her keys, then handed them to his hand reaching up from under her legs. He unlocked the door, and made his way across the small apartment to her bedroom. He eased her down to the unmade bed, and began pulling the covers over her to tuck her in.

"Sweet dreams." He whispered, kissing her softly on the forehead.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep on you." She mumbled.

"It's okay, I kind of enjoyed watching you sleep."

"That's sweet... And a little creepy..." She mumbled sarcastically as she drifted back to sleep.

He stood there for a moment, and glanced around the room. It was in complete shambles. He shook his head, and chuckled to himself as he quietly made his way out. He found a pen, and paper on the kitchenette, and scribbled a few lines before locking the door, and leaving.

"OH SHIT!" She yelled, when an hour later, Bodak Yellow began blaring from her phone, as she leapt from the bed, and scrambled to get ready for work.

"Fuck, where are my keys?" She snapped aloud as she frantically looked around the apartment.

She spotted them atop the note Clint had left her, and snatched them up. Not having time to read it, she stuffed it in her jeans pocket, and headed out the door.

The breakfast crowd was heavy, and she was still tired, and a little hungover from the rum. She watched the clock like a hawk, anticipating her break. When the crowd finally started to think out, she told the other girls she was stepping out to her car for a few.

She rummaged through her purse and found some aspirin, and swallowed them down with the remains of a flat soda, left over from the day before. She remembered Clints note, and reached into her pocket to retrieve it.

"""Good morning beautiful! I hope you slept well. You mentioned last night that you had to work today, so I hope I didn't keep you out too late. I just wanted to let you know, I had an amazing time with you, and although you're only twenty feet away sleeping, and I haven't left yet, I already can't wait to see you again! I hope you have a wonderful day! Text or call me when you can. 😊

P.S. You may want to consider tidying up a bit in your apartment. I think I tripped over a homeless man living behind your T.V when I was leaving. Lol """

His words made her smile, and roll her eyes at the same time. He was sweet, but also a complete smartass. So she decided to text him, and return the favor.

""" Hey asshole! 😜 I had a great time too! And yeah you kept me out WAY too late and now I'm at work dealing with these customers tired and hungover and it's your fault. 😂 You should do something nice to make up for it. Btw my apartment isn't that messy and you better not have hurt Bob when you tripped over him 😂"""

As she walked back inside she couldn't stop smiling. The note he left was a tad corny, and he's such a smartass, and she hates sarcastic guys. Why does everything he says make her want to smile?

"What are you grinning about?" Said Ginger, the older waitress that shared most of Alexis's shifts.

"Huh? What you mean?" She kept grinning.

"Did you smoke something out there? Cause you've been kinda grumpy all morning, and now you're grinning like you've got a feather in your ass." Ginger stated.

"Just this guy I met. He's kinda funny."

"Oh yeah? Well, you better watch out for the funny ones! Mess around and they'll ha ha ha you right out of your panties." Ginger warned.

"I ain't worried about that." She shrugged.

"Well?" Ginger said, throwing her hands out like she was waiting for something.

"Well, what? He's just a guy I met."

"Mhmm... ain't no "just a guy" ever made me smile like that. Last time a damn man made me smile that way, I ended up married with three bad ass youngins! "Just a guy." She scoffed.

Alexis smiled again, and went about her tasks, waiting for Clint to reply to her text. By the end of her shift she was irritated that he hadn't responded yet, and planned to blow his phone up as soon as she got to her car, but when she started across the parking lot, she noticed a large gift bag sitting on her hood. She slid it to the edge, and looked inside. It was full of cleaning supplies, and chick-fil-a. She stood there with her mouth open, eyes closed and shaking her head, as she said to herself, "he's such an ass".

Just then her phone pinged, and she pulled it out to check her messages.

"""I hope this makes up for keeping you out so late. Thought you might be hungry, and from the looks of your place, out if cleaning supplies!😂"""

She quickly texted back.

"""Thanks, I am hungry, and since I have all this stuff now I'm gonna need you to come use it to clean my apartment!😜"

She stood there smiling down at her phone, waiting for a response when her phone pinged again.

"""So, how long are you going to stare at your phone before you realize I'm standing behind you?"""

She whipped around and he was standing there holding his own bag of food.

"I thought we could have supper together, if that's okay with you?" He smiled.

She squinted her eyes, and pressed her lips together tightly, "what makes you think I wanna have supper with some asshole that just gave me cleaning supplies as a make up gift?

"Okay, well, I guess I'll just take my unwanted gift and go then." He said, reaching for the bag.

She quickly snatched it up, "Noooo, I still want the mini's!"

He let go, and began laughing, "So... your place, my place, right here, or the park?"

"My place? I'm tired, and I kinda just wanna get home."

"That's cool, but I didn't buy enough for Bob too." He smirked.

Furrowing her brow, and cutting her eyes at him, "Shut up! Stop making fun of my messy apartment! And If I have to, I'll share mine with Bob!" She snapped back, laughing at the idea of sharing her food with a non existent homeless man living among the debris in her apartment.

They walked in, and she placed their food on the coffee table, while Clint sat the cleaning supplies on the counter by the stove.

"So what do like to watch on T.V?" She asked.

"Westerns." He responded.

Rolling her eyes and turning her nose up, she repeated him, "Westerns? Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Why?"

"Why do I like to watch them?"

"Yeah, they're so boring."

"Have you ever actually watched one? I don't mean, have you been in the same room while one was on, and you talked to someone, or played on your phone, while it was being used as background noise. I mean, have you ever sat down, with an open mind, given the film your full attention, and immersed yourself in the lives of the characters?"

"Oh, no I don't think I've paid that much attention to them, but I mean, I've seen bits and pieces of them before. Why do you like them so much?"

"Because for a short time, they take me away to a simpler time. For the most part, back then, folks were honest, hardworking, and dedicated to their families. People were thankful for what they had, and didn't whine, and complain about how unfair everything is."

"Oh... I guess I get that. I'd be willing to give them another shot, if you know of any good ones?"

He put on an old John Wayne movie, and they watched it as they ate. When they were finished, she leaned over and he put his arm around her pulling her in close. She wondered why he wasn't already hinting around, and pestering her about sex. After all, that's what everyone does, right? The whole "Netflix and chill" thing. Not that she was complaining, it was actually really nice to just cuddle up, and enjoy each other's company. When the movie was over, he nudged her, and she sat back up. She thought he needed to use the restroom, until she heard the water running in the tub.

"I ran you a bath, why don't you go relax for a bit?" He smiled at her leaning over the back of the couch.

"Okay..." She said, getting up and heading to the bathroom. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He nodded.

She walked in, and seen he had turned the light off, and lit the candles she had on the counter, and placed them in front of the mirror to give her a little more light. She got in the tub, and leaned back, the water wasn't quite as hot as she normally makes it, but then again she could almost boil eggs in her bathwater. He had also left his phone by the sink, wrapped in a dry washcloth, she assumed to keep it dry, or maybe muffle the sound. But either way, it was playing some soft, slow old country music that she had never heard. She wasn't sure she really liked it, but since he was being so nice, she figured she wouldn't say anything. She played there, listing in the dark, as the candles flickered. All the songs were about love, some were about falling in love, some were about being in love, some about losing love, some about heartbreak, and some about happy loving families. It was nothing like the music they play on the radio, where even the love songs are mostly about sex with a few lines about love thrown in here and there. The water had started to cool down, she got out, and began drying off. She wondered what Clint had been doing while she was in the tub, and hurried to wrap the towel around her to find out. She peaked around the corner and seen him sweeping the kitchen. She smiled to herself, and snuck back in the bathroom to give him time to finish, and to fix herself up a little before coming out. When she was done, she unwrapped his phone, and brought it out of the bathroom with her.

"Feel better?" He asked, as she stepped into the living room area.

"Yeah, much better! Thank you, and thank you for the music too. I liked it." She replied.

"I'm glad to hear it. I straightened up a little, I hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all!" She laughed. "You can come clean my house anytime you want."

"This isn't going to be a regular occurrence Alexis." He stated firmly. "To be honest, I would prefer if you maintained a reasonable amount of cleanliness on your own. You're not a child, Alexis, and a bit of personal responsibility go's a long way."

She wasn't exactly sure how to take his comment. A part of her wanted to be offended, but she knew she would be lying to herself, if she said she didn't need to do a better job of taking care of the house. So she decided to let it go.

"I really enjoyed seeing you again. I had a great time." He smiled.

"You're leaving?" She asked, confused why he was leaving so soon.

"You've eaten, had a nice relaxing bath, and I want you to get a good night's rest, so I'm going to go. I'll call you in the morning, to make sure you're up. Please don't stay up all night playing on your phone, and get some sleep beautiful." He said, kissing her softly on the forehead, and walking out the door.

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sadrien · 7 years

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me and my friends watched more miraculous. it continued to be a wild ride

part one

stuff that’s not in quotes is me, anything in quotes is one of my friends

(note: some nsfw stuff, including sex mentions this time)

copycat

“i think alya’s my favorite so far”

“alya’s thicc”

i like how she hides “that’s what i would do”

“i hope he hears it”

[if he does i’ll die of shame] “me”

“[adrien]’s a sexy beast”

[it’s locked!] “no SHIT it’s called a LOCKer”

[what does ladybug see in him?] “god only knows”

“i love how i relate to the butterflies because they’re all like on the ground around him, but when they see the harsh light of day they all *hisses*”

[the thought makes me puuurrrr] “*shudders* can we NOT”

[of course adrien would own a high tech phone] mari you do too “pfff yeah it’s right there”

“why won’t this thing come off? because it’s extra”

[transforms] “extra”

“*points to chat* yellow”

(more copycat, as well as dark cupid, pixelator, animan, darkblade, the pharaoh, timebreaker, and the gamer under the cut)

[police hit shields] “*snorts* why was that necessary?” “they’re french”

“*to her pet cat* you are a cat. but you are not a black cat. you are a cat i love very much.”

“BUGABOO! that was so cute”

“[chat]’s so golden”

[gets handcuffed] “rough life”

(i can’t believe they didn’t comment more on the handcuffs honestly)

“i feel like i’m watching power rangers”

“hey siobhan. adrien’s pretty flexible” “sexy beast” “and marinette’s pretty flexible.” “kinky sex.” both of you need to stop

“now it’s pokemon”

“chat noir is my favorite pokemon”

“awww chAT LOVES HER” “SADRIEN”

“i’m so invested in this show it’s not even funny.”

dark cupid

“i didn’t know mario characters were in this”

god he is really yellow “i told you. he has like a golden glow”

“i love that little bean” [tikki]

“i love that cat” [plagg] “i love adrien he needs a hug” “i love everyone in this show. except chloe”

“bitch” “[chloe]’s so meaaaaaan. why do people have to be so mean”

“look it’s mothman” “mothman! i don’t even know his real name anymore” hawk moth “mothman!”

“i hate that word [evilize]” you told us. several times. “good cause i hate it.”

“HAH!” “HAH! miraculous is my favorite anime” “she sounds like when tortoises have sex”

[chat gets hit] “NO” “uh oh” “NO NO THEY’RE IN LOVE”

“tea you know how sensitive i am i’m tearing up”

“adrien is sad enough hE DOESN’T NEED THIS”

“they’re in love you can’t do this to them”

“tea you don’t understand how hard i’m try not to cry right now. i’m not kidding”

“this is a show for six year olds and i’m crying”

“did [chloe] just scream daddy? how about we don’t”

“tea if they kiss i’m gonna actually cry”

[get back you savage] “ME” “me when my boyfriend’s trying to kiss me”

[chloe falls] “don’t hurt her. i hate her but— don’t hurt her” “literally just kill her”

[ladybug ties chat to lamppost] “christian gray?” “spiderman?”

“me trying to get a boy to kiss me”

[bugeyes] “THATS REALLY SAD BECAUSE HE CALLS HER BUGABOO I HATE THIS SHOW”

“tea this is really sad because i’m going to go home and read fanfiction about this” uh funny story

“let’s play a game called let’s guess tea’s fan fiction”

[and now for the pussycat] “and now for the pussy” “stop”

[kiss] “WAHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHHHAHAAAAAAAA”

“he doesn’t remember and i’m upset”

“*crying* they’re in lOVE”

“alright tea that’s fine. just get me into a show for six year olds and make me cry”

“tea does he not remember” nope “fuckING”

[pound it] “pound each other”

[ladybug leaves before chat tells her he loves her] “nooooo NOOOO he was gonna tell her that he loves her. i hate everything”

they’re like fifteen “they’re CUTE”

[the card isn’t signed] “ARE YOU KIDDING ME” “*disappointed sigh*” “ARE YOU KIDDING ME. SHHHFFFFFF *face down on floor crying*”

hey look it’s the kiss “SIOBHAN YOU’RE MISSING IT” “*looks up and screams*”

“i wanna die. i hate you tea”

“looks to me with tears in eyes* THIS IS AS BAD AS TINKERBELL. I’M LITERALLY CRYING. I’M ACTUALLY CRYING. TEA”

“tea i hate you this SUCKS”

“they’re like victor and yuuri but straight” “*in a terrible russian accent* HELLO YUURI”

(they literally won’t stop crying)

pixelator

“caitlyn shut up” “i’m not kidding actual tears are coming out of my eyes”

[daddyyyyy] “stop saying that”

[jagged stone appears] “oh my GOD”

“tea i’m never gonna forgive you”

“i love that crocodile. can i have a crocodile” no “FANG HAS A CROCODILE” FANG IS THE CROCODILE

“EAT HIM”

“for some reason [stalker person] kind of reminds me of markiplier”

his outfit’s interesting, but whose isn’t? “you mean the condom man?”

“ohhhhh i get it. gopher. go FOR. i’m so smart”

“can i have one of those small children [kwami]” no??? “why not look at it’s little face!”

“now he REALLY looks like markiplier”

“ok [chloe]’s hair changes color like every episode”

[adrien gets zapped] “dammit. no. NO”

“he’s goLDEN”

[to chloe] “stoP TOUCHING HIM”

“[tikki] has a small tail. i love that”

“i love that— why can’t i have a crocodile”

“i love owl man” [the principal]

“you’re safe with owl man”

[chloe speaks] “shut up. stop touching ADRIEN”

[friend’s mom: what the hell?] “it’s a show for six year olds

“i love that crocodile”

“look that BEAN” [plagg]

“i love that. i’ve never actually watched his transformation but he goes like that and his ears pop up and love that”

“the fans mess everything up”

[plays piano] “brendon urie is that you”

animan

“LOOK ANIMAN! miraculous is my favorite anime”

“please tell me [nino]’s going up to alya” nope “*disappointed sigh*”

“this is literally midsummer night’s dream”

[mari and adrien bump heads] “KISS”

“i feel like there are just people hiding in the showers— i mean—“ “hiding in the showers?” “yes the shadows”

“i love that, every time she talks there’s a little emoji”

“oh my god i love [max and kim]. they’re in love”

“i love this so much”

“once my brother almost got eaten by a panther”

[tell her that i love you marinette] “WAHHHHHHH”

“is that an elephant? what the fuck?”

why is this show so extra “why is your life so extra?”

they’re locked in a cage together “sex” “christian gray” “christian gray is that you” i hate you both

[ladybug scratches under chat’s chin] “yes.....YES”

“neither of [her parents] have blue eyes” “yeah that’s a little annoying” *science talk*

“i love him. i want to marry chat.”

[chat: couldn’t he have chosen a slower moving animal?] “ME”

“if i had an animorph, i’d be a platypus” “i hate you so much. ....i think i’d be a wolf. a lone wolf. because i hate people.”

apparently i’d be a koala

“it’s gonna be tight *wiggles eyebrows*”

i can’t believe she pulled down a dinosaur “same”

“i feel like….adrien has been traumatized by that”

*friend misses hug* “awww yoU YOU MISSED IT!” “what happened to your—“ “REWIND YOU PIECE OF SHIT”

[hug] “AWWWWWW he loves her”

darkblade

remember when i was going to be productive today? *both turn to stare at me* ok stop judging me

[knights people] “YES”

“that was extra”

“he sounds like a really bad shakespeare actor”

[chat falls backwards off bridge] “me” me “me too chat”

“what is his name? darkbrain?”

“yes, take [chat]. and bring him to me”

“there are literally windows they could smash through”

“until the barricaaaades arriiiiiiive”

[dark blade stars destroying paris] “that’s cute” “that’s my life”

“when you realize that’s probably the best visual representation of depression you can get”

(after this we watched the pharaoh but we kept the commentary to a minimal because we’d been watching a lot and were tired. also they were getting really into it)

timebreaker

(mostly soft and quiet commentary for this one)

“this poor woman who just wanted her stupid cake. like honestly? she just needed a cake”

[chat gets hit] “uh oh. NOOOOOO BABY. BAAAABBBYYYYYY”

“this show makes me want to die”

“the only thing i don’t like about this show is the transformations. and the fact that it makes me want to cry”

the gamer

“did he just say inconceivable”

“PAPA PAPA I DO NOT UNDERSTAND”

he’s literally just a triangle “who’s just a triangle? oh him? what the hell?”

“*whispers* they’re on a date”

“did he just say do a barrel roll? i hate him”

“this reminds me of the thing from the incredibles”

“this is my type of episode. but like really extra”

“the height difference between them is my happiness”

(obviously we talked less toward the end as we lost steam and got more invested. but they said they wouldn’t watch anymore without me, so i’ll be there when they watch origins....)

#bon and cat react to ladybug #miraculous ladybug #why are they like this

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makeste · 4 years

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BnHA Chapter 265: Tamaki What Did You Eat

Previously on BnHA: The heroes began their invasion of the Ol’ Villain Marriott. Down in the basement, Re-Destro was all “what’s going my fresh villain citizens, what a beautiful day, well I guess we should start that meeting” and they were all “WE’RE UNDER FUCKING ATTACK” and he made a face and I laughed. Class 1-B, Edgeshot, and Midnight then jovially killed some people, and then we cut to Dabi and Hawks! Hawks was all “sorry it has to be this way Bubaigawara but I’m gonna have to arrest you” and Twice got all Harry Potter in that one scene from the Prisoner of Azkaban movie, and then he did the thing, and fucking Hawks just fucking stood there and DID NOTHING. So now he’s gonna have to fight 100,000 Twices I guess, and meanwhile Dabi is running up the stairs on his way to intervene and somehow make things even more chaotic. Also either Hawks or Dabi thinks heroes are scum, and I’m still not clear on which. But basically it’s safe to say that angst is on the way, friends.

Today on BnHA: Tamaki turns into a horse. I have questions. Dark Shadow fights fucking Re-Destro and fucking destroys him in like two seconds flat, like holy shit whaaaaat. Then Tokoyami just hops on inside of Fatgum like a goddamn marsupial, and spends several pages like this, during which I completely can’t focus the entire time but I do remember that we learned that Machia won’t be joining the fight because he apparently only listens to Tomura, so that’s convenient I guess. Then we cut to Twice and Hawks (I literally typed out “Dabi and Hawks” just now and had to go back and change it, so you can see where my mind is at), and Hawks defeats Twice and is all “guess I’ve got no choice” and is seriously going to kill him (hahaha what the fuck), but then DABI FUCKING BURNS THE ENTIRE ROOM DOWN WITH EVERYONE IN IT WHILE LAUGHING AND THEN THE CHAPTER JUST ENDS. I feel like I just got slapped in the face.

so before we start, let me just mention that I got a ton of asks and messages about the whole “HERO SCUM” line, and I appreciate everyone keeping me up to date on the twists and turns of our wild little fandom lol. so as you all probably know, in Viz’s translation of the last page they had Dabi saying the line (“Twice, this isn’t your fault. as always... scummy heroes are to blame”). so naturally everyone was either like “whaaaaat!” or “I KNEW IT!!”, but then Caleb went and deleted his original tweet saying that it was Dabi, and replaced it with a new tweet, the gist of which was basically “I don’t fucking know either” and admitting he wasn’t an authority on the matter. so to sum everything up, we basically don’t know and will never know until the anime airs this in about three years’ time, or until the only man who can actually clear this up decides to stop drawing weird mushroom men for five goddamn minutes so he can clarify for us

anyway, so in the meantime it’s time to see who’s having angst this week! probably everybody! let’s just assume it’s everybody and save some time

ohooo so we finally get to see why they had Tamaki and Tokoyami in the vanguard, eh?

(ETA: gotta say, “you” is an awfully impersonal way to address someone whose entire body you are shortly going to stuff inside your little quirk papoose and tote around like a fanny pack.)

honestly this isn’t much of a mystery though lol. Tokoyami is obvious, and with Tamaki it’s probably because of his kraken thing if I had to guess

...excuse me sir is this leading where I think it’s leading

sir. Mister Gum, sir. please do not tell me you are actually about to lead these children into the building and down into the basement. first of all the thought of you and Tamaki in yet another basement is already giving me PTSD so no thanks. and second of all, ???!?!?!?!?! [gestures incredulously to the two children] ?!?!?!???? [emphatically taps my computer screen with the wiki page showing their respective ages] ???!?!?!?!?!?! [gestures wildly toward a picture of Gigantomachia I pulled up just now in a google search. yeah that’s right. Gigantomachia!! you all forgot about him didn’t you!! well guess who didn’t forget about him?? that’s right. so you’d better explain yourself right the fuck now, Fatgum. oh wait I’m still talking in action brackets whoops]

holy crap is Tokoyami giving orders lmao

well look at you. a general, huh? somebody must’ve told them about his little maneuver at the Battle of Taanab

so now some generic villain guys are all “HOW’D THEY FIND OUR SECRET PATH” and “WE MUST DEFEND IT” and I sure can’t wait to watch them get their asses kicked three panels from now

OH LORDY

EVERYONE TAMAKI HAS JUST TURNED INTO A HORSE. I IMMEDIATELY HAVE SEVERAL QUESTIONS, THE MOST PRESSING OF WHICH ARE (1) WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN TO HIS PANTS, AND (2) DOES THIS MEAN TAMAKI ATE A FUCKING HORSE. PLEASE STAY TUNED AS WE URGENTLY INVESTIGATE THESE NEW DEVELOPMENTS

lol and the cow horns too. why though. just completes the look I guess

loooooool he’s all “apologies, but please remain still” who are you, Tuxedo Mask??

LOOOOOOL

by the way, I almost skipped right past this, but the text says Tamaki will be a sidekick at the Fatgum agency starting “next year”, which presumably means “in a couple of weeks because the school year is about to end.” our boy is graduating! I’m so proud, and also really pissed off about Mirio all of a sudden, just throwing that out there. how much longer must his dreams be put on hold. where is the justice. man I need a minute

okay! anyway so now Tokoyami is just running into the basement alone!! hooooo boy. I know it’s dark down there and that’s presumably why they’re sending him of all people, but still. hooooooooo boy

ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS NO WAY

IS TOKOYAMI GOING TO TAKE ON FUCKING RE-DESTRO AND IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING AND WHY THE FUCK IS NIGHT ON BALD MOUNTAIN SUDDENLY PLAYING

KDSFLK;L’LLL

AM I IN THE RIGHT MANGA. DID DARK SHADOW REALLY JUST GROW NINETY FEET TALL AND START WRESTLING THE SAME FUCKING GUY WHO ALMOST* BROUGHT DOWN THE ENTIRE LEAGUE OF FUCKING VILLAINS

*except he didn’t, let’s be real. didn’t even come close. but still, on paper the hype looks real good!!

AND DO RE-DESTRO’S ROBOT LEGS SOMEHOW FUCKING CHANGE SIZE ALONG WITH HIM. CHALK ANOTHER ONE UP FOR THE MYSTERY BASKET. PUT YOU RIGHT NEXT TO “BUT FOR REAL THOUGH DID TAMAKI ACTUALLY EAT A FUCKING HORSE”

OOOOOF

LOL DETNERAT’S MERCHANDISE REALLY IS TOTAL SHIT. CAN’T EVEN HANDLE A LITTLE CLASH WITH A GIGANTIC SHADOW DEMON

by the way, check out that one guy in the bottom right corner who just totally doesn’t give the least of fucks. he’s fresh out. he wants to know how much longer this is gonna last so he can go home and get back to playing the new Animal Crossing. did you know they added a new crafting feature. can’t believe he’s stuck here at this boring meeting. this man genuinely doesn’t seem to be at all aware of anything that is currently happening around him and it’s amazing. added to the box of questions

oh man. I don’t quite understand what is happening now but I keep expecting Gigantomachia to just pop up out of nowhere any second and I can’t fucking stand it. Horikoshi please stop showing us these close-ups of destroyed walls

OH GOD OH GOD!!!

(ETA: what a casual fucking line implying that Tokoyami genuinely believed that there was nobody in THE ENTIRE LEAGUE OF PLIFF who stood a chance against his latest super move. don’t mind him everyone, he’s just been lowkey biding his time to become the strongest member of class 1-A offscreen while his loser classmates were having dramatic family dinners. how many High Ends could Dark Shadow take out I wonder. why did I suddenly get a mental image of Toko losing an arm only to sigh and nonsensically quote Shakespeare or some shit before wrapping Dark Shadow around the stump and getting back to the asskicking.)

NO TOKO NOT THE ANGRY BALD MAN, HE’S TALKING ABOUT SOMEONE ELSE!! OH FUCK OH FUCK

LMAO

:) :) :) can we maybe get my solemn bird son out of this fucking DEATH BASEMENT right the fuck now. can we do that, please

holy shit!?

:) :) :) I can’t decide whether I trust these panels or not. why is he so confident. does this mean Machia really will be sitting out the arc, or is a trap. help

(ETA: I guess it’s okay for now. ... dammit I’m still suspicious sob.)

also, Tokoyami’s “?!” face is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen though. the fact that he’s physically incapable of altering his expressions no matter what is true comedy gold here

NEVER MIND, THOSE WERE THE WORDS OF A CALLOW YOUTH WHO KNEW NOTHING OF TRUE COMEDY GOLD

WHAT A FOOL I WAS. PLEASE PARDON MY IGNORANCE. SO HERE WE HAVE TOKOYAMI’S MONOEXPRESSION BIRD HEAD STICKING OUT OF FATGUM’S JOLLY BELLY FOR NO REASON, WHILE FATGUM IS ALL “DON’T YOU FEEL LIKE WE’RE KICKING TOO MUCH ASS AND SOMETHING TERRIBLE IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN”, AND SOME OTHER POOR GUY WITH SCISSORS HANDS IS JUST LYING THERE DEAD IN THE BACKGROUND. MY GOD. I’M IN AWE OF THIS

dfkjkjk oh noooo

“does this young man amuse you,” Horikoshi says as he darkly pencils in the disturbingly concave shadows of Fatgum’s ridiculous fucking quirk. “are his ‘magnificent fellow’ bird antics pleasing for you to watch. I guess it sure would be a shame if I gave him some... angst”

but for real y’all I genuinely can’t take this at all seriously when Tokoyami’s head is still stubbornly and persistently poking its way out of Fatgum like a goddamn baby kangaroo in every fucking panel

we are entering another Tokoyami+Hawks mentor flashback and this is still all I can think about. why is he even in there. why is any of this happening. Tokoyami really just flung Re-Destro into a wall and then climbed inside of Fatgum feet-first so they could run along to freedom. just fucking ensconced himself. do you think it’s cozy in there. do you think Aizawa would fall asleep

hey Toko please stop having ominous thoughts about my other bird son

have you ever heard of an announcer jinx. “now here’s a guy who the fans have loved since the moment he was first introduced. and if you look at the stats, fourth place in his first popularity poll, which was taken only ten chapters after his introduction. heck, he’s so popular they even went and gave him a role in the second movie even before he appeared in the anime! it’s undeniable that this young man has a bright future ahead of him, Al.” now you listen here. I don’t at all like where this is headed and it needs to stop right now

anyway so of course on that note we are cutting back to Hawks

so we’ve confirmed that Hawks has his hands full just melting all of the new clones as they come, and doesn’t have the speed or the excess feathers (or the conviction? :|) to go after the original and put a stop to all this

or you could just ignore everything I say ever because immediately on the next page Horikoshi is all “actually he’s winning lol”

anyway but it sure would be a shame if someone were to run in and set you on fire right about now. that probably sounds sarcastic but it actually would be really bad lol please don’t set Hawks on fire

(ETA: motherfucker. goddamn. fucking --)

and now Hawks is making clones of his fellow League buddies oh shit!! but right when I was about to scroll down I noticed that Hawks is carrying some sort of recording device?? or communications device?? in his hand very conspicuously in that last panel? and so what is going on here, exactly?

oh shit and never mind about those LoV clones

that’s all well and good Hawks, but I need you to please just be very cautious and aware and proactive about not catching on fire okay. watch your six

oh my god oh my god

“now here’s a guy whose rise in popularity was unexpected but just a real pleasure to watch. he just really cares about his friends.” “you said it; he really came into his own a couple arcs back. twenty-third in the most recent poll, and the fans all love him.” fffffff Hawks isn’t a killer Hawks isn’t a killer, I can’t hear you lalala

LA LA LA

maybe... he’ll just... punch a small hole through one of his lungs... ...

...

or... a large hole... ... ,,,

oh THANK GOD he’s jumping on top of him. so clearly he’s fine because Shounen Rules. that’s right, this is a manga where Toga survived blowing up from the inside out and Jeanist survived being murdered and stuffed into a tote bag. (right??) why am I so tense I hate this!!

HEY WHAT IS THIS

or you could just KNOCK HIM OUT??? ?????!??! did they not teach you that in peewee assassin league?! Hawks

I DON’T LIKE THIS I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THIS!!

STOP SHOWING US TWICE’S SAD THOUGHTS YOU BASTARD NO I DON’T LIKE THIS YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME CRY SO STOP!!

GODDAMMIT HORIKOSHI I FUCKING HATE YOU

“HERE’S A SERIES OF PANELS WITH TWICE CRYING AND THINKING ABOUT TOGA WHILE HAWKS HOLDS A FUCKING KNIFE RIGHT ABOVE HIS EYE,” HORIKOSHI SAYS WHILE IGNORING EVERYTHING I SAY AND DISABLING ALL COMMENTS ON HIS TWITTER, PROBABLY. WOW I JUST LOOKED IT UP AND APPARENTLY YOU CAN’T DO THAT? DAMN, TWITTER REALLY SUCKS, BUT ANYWAY

FINE THEN DABI YOU CAN SET HIM ON FIRE!!

JOKE’S ON YOU ASSHOLES, YOU CAN’T HURT ME IF I CAN’T SEE THE LAST PAGE OF THE CHAPTER THROUGH ALL MY TEARS

FUCK

[SLAMS HANDS ON TABLE] THE FUCK WAS THAT

DON’T YOU EVEN DARE, HORIKOSHI. I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ANY “BUT YOU GAVE HIM PERMISSION”, COME THE FUCK ON, YOU AND I BOTH KNOW THAT DIDN’T MEAN SHIT AND I WAS LIABLE TO CHANGE MY MIND YET AGAIN ONLY A PAGE LATER AS PER USUAL! WHAT SORT OF TWISTED MIND WOULD DECIDE THAT THE ONLY WAY TO SAVE TWICE WAS TO SET THE ENTIRE ROOM ABLAZE AND THEN HAVE DABI GLEEFULLY STOMP ON HAWKS’S FACE. WHAT KIND OF SICK MONSTER WOULD DREAM THIS UP. THIS ISN’T HOT AT ALL. HOW DARE YOU

ALSO WTF DABI, “HERE I COME TO RESCUE TWICE” WHILE BURNING HIM ALIVE AS WELL, JESUS CHRIST THESE FUCKING TODOROKIS I SWEAR TO GOD. DID YOUR BRAIN CELLS CATCH FIRE TOO

I CAN’T BELIEVE I WAITED ALL WEEK IN A FUCKING LOCKDOWN FOR THIS SHIT. THIS CHAPTER WAS A FUCKING TRAIN WRECK, AND I DON’T KNOW IF I WANT TO THANK ITS STUPID CONDUCTOR, OR PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE. it’s not the manga we need, but it’s the one we deserve. I guess

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