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Bloody Valentines
Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Young Justice 98, Titans, GL Corps, Legion of Super Heroes, Flashfam, New Gods
Summary: 90s vampire slasher AU
Chapters: 2/?
Characters: Dick Grayson, Joseph Wilson, Jason Todd, Charley Parker, Zatanna, Eddie Bloomberg, Daniel Cassidy, Chester Williams DC, Guy Gardner, Kyle Rayner, Lilith Clay, Raven Roth, Kole Weathers, Bette Kane, Donna Troy, Roy Harper, Jenni Ognats, Bart Allen, Virgil Hawkins, Richie Foley, Ayla Ranzz, Zoe Saugin, Rol Purtha, Darla Aquista, Lori Zechlin, Hal Jordan, Helen Jordan II, Orion DC, Lightray DC
Relationships: DickJoey, Daniel Cassidy/Zatanna, Jenni Ognats/Virgil Hawkins, Raven/Lilith Clay
Additional Tags: POV First Person, Unreliable Narrator(s), Vampires, No Capes AU, 90s Slasher AU, Homoeroticism, Horror, Slasher
Chapter Two: The Premonition (Charley's POV)
I sat on the roof, smoking while I waited for Jason to page me. He didn't like me smoking around him, so I tried to smoke before and after we hung out. I gave myself enough time to shower and change clothes if I needed to. He never complained, but I knew he preferred I didn't smell like I just smoked a bowl when we hung out.
I met him through Eddie a few years back, and he seemed chill. A little weird, but we were all kind of strange. I was new to Jersey, but he welcomed me in and made me feel like I fit in there, even though I didn't. I didn't stay on the roof long because it was freezing out.
I showered and changed clothes before grabbing my keys to head out. Jason came in the door with an empty suitcase. "We're going," Jason announced, "We're going to Happy Harbor this weekend."
I burped smoke and apologized before plopping on the couch. Jason said a lot of weird crap, but I chalked that up to brain damage. He'd been having premonitions about his brother, and he told me something loomed just outside the gates of the immortal. I didn't know what it meant, but I don't think he did either. Jason washed his hands and poured a glass of milk. "Why are we going to Happy Harbor?" I asked.
"Because my brother is at the center of the disturbance... And he's going. Do you wanna come?" Jason asked. I shrugged and nodded. "Do you?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'll come... Jason, did you sleep here last night, man?" I asked. He shook his head. Sometimes he didn't sleep, and he'd drive around. He'd been like that since I met him. I met him in the kitchen, took a frozen pizza out of the fridge, and slapped it onto a pan. Jason sighed and took the pizza out of the box before placing it in the oven.
Most people would think two people like us shouldn't live together, but I think I reminded him of somebody. And I liked having somebody around that didn't treat me like a freak. He also didn't lose it when he walked in on me with some guy I met, in flagrante delicto, as one of the Sisters of Mercy would call it. I call it the Lotus.
Actually, that was recent. I tried to hide the fact that I preferred to drive a stick from time to time, but it was always hard to hide it from the people I lived with. Jason was different, though. When the guy left, I collected myself and tried to explain, but he shrugged it off and said he'd seen worse. So, sue me if I don't judge the guy for his hallucinations.
"I drove up to Blüdhaven to see my brother. He got in right before I got ready to leave. I waited for him all night... You should probably start packing tonight. We leave tomorrow morning so we can beat my brother there," Jason mumbled. I sat down and pulled my hair into a bun.
I didn't tell him what to do unless I thought he was doing something dangerous, so I didn't give him my opinion on the whole vacation thing. Besides, I wanted to get out of Gotham for the weekend, and Happy Harbor sounded like a relaxing vacation spot. "Jay, what's the weather like?" I asked. I laughed involuntarily and ran a hand over my face to pull myself together.
"It's in Rhode Island, so I imagine it's freezing. The hottest it gets up there is eighty," Jason answered, "And it's the middle of fall, so I wouldn't bank on it being a nice sunny seventy out there."
I forgot how sarcastic he could be when he wasn't having premonitions. I didn't hate it, though. I think that was his way of telling people he was okay. Jason wasn't a touchy-feely emotional guy, but neither was I, so it worked. "Your brother's gonna be okay," I whispered. I didn't have any siblings, so I didn't understand all the feelings surrounding him and his brother. Whenever I saw them together, I thought they hated each other.
"I got you a suitcase... Charley, remember to pack. We leave at six tomorrow morning," Jason explained. I zoned out after that, but I think he was monologuing. I came to when I smelled the pizza he'd taken out of the oven, and I watched as Jason took a slice for himself. I blinked hard and started eating.
There was something so sensual about the first bite of food after a smoke. I shut my eyes and made a soft noise as I ate the crust first. Jason chuckled. He didn't like me smoking, but he got a kick out of me eating after a smoke. "I've never seen anyone eat a pizza ass first before," Jason laughed.
"Listen-." I fell into a fit of laughter mid-sentence. "Ass first?"
"Yeah, because the crust fucking sucks. No one eats the worst part first," Jason cracked up. I hate to say it, but he was cute when he smiled. I always wanted to go there with Jason because he felt safe, but I never got any indication that he was anything other than straight. Besides, it never would've worked. Jason had a lot going on in his head, and I did too. He was a for life type, and I was more of a for the night type. I was bummed after that because I stopped laughing and returned to my large pizza in silence. About an hour after I ate, I took a nap and packed for our trip.
Jason took his shower and fell asleep on the couch, where he talked in his sleep. I tried to ignore it because some of the stuff he said in his sleep made me feel paranoid. But this time, it was different. Worse. Jason tossed and turned on the couch so roughly that I sat on the floor in front of him to keep him from falling. He grabbed my shoulder in his sleep and scared the shit out of me. "Stay out of the water. Stay out," Jason moaned, "Charley. The water." A chill ran up my spine, and he shot up, panting as he searched around the room.
"Jason... Jason," I whispered as I grabbed his wrist. "Jason, are you-."
Jason jumped off the couch and into my arms. I never saw him that emotional before. It freaked me out. "Please don't swim this weekend, Charley. Promise me you won't swim," Jason begged. I hesitantly rubbed his back to calm him down, but I was as scared as he was. Jason held on so tight my back cracked. Oh yeah, I forgot to say the dude was jacked. Thick neck, giant biceps, built like a fucking tank.
"If I promise to stay away from the water this weekend, will you let go of me?" I asked. Jason let go and nodded. He had to pull himself together, but I was still spooked. "I promise... And next time you call my name like that in your sleep, I'm gonna need you to take me out to dinner, Kid." Jason chuckled and shook his head. "Why'd you want me to come with you tomorrow? Be real with me."
"We'll all be together... I think we'll be alright if we stay together," Jason whispered. He stood up and walked away before hiding his face in his hands. "I've never had one that vivid before... Charley, please don't forget what you promised me... Please don't forget."
I felt terrible for him. Eddie said he wasn't always like that. Before the accident, Eddie said he wasn't as fearful. Everyone warned me not to listen to his delusions or feed into them, but his instincts were good, and he'd never been wrong before about the normal-sounding stuff. It was more than reasonable for me to believe that staying out of the water in an area where it'd be freezing out was a solid warning.
Jason paced back and forth by the fire escape, and my hands shook as I tried to pull myself together for him. We couldn't both be scared. I owed it to him to be the brave one for once. If I owed anybody anything, it was Jason. "Jason, c'mere. Stop-. Stop pacing and look for a minute. Nothing's gonna happen to me because I'm gonna listen to you," I reassured him. Jason nodded, but I could see his mind was already made up. He looked like he wanted to cry. It was like I was already gone. I'd never seen him like that. It was weird and fucked up, and I dreaded the trip ahead. I was so fucked up over it that I couldn't even think to smoke. Instead, I decided to keep my head straight until we got to the Harbor on Saturday. I thought it'd give us both some peace of mind. Still, I didn't think Jason would sleep after that. There was no way. And there was no way he'd be able to drive on forty-five minutes of sleep. Relaxing trip, my ass.
#fic#bloody valentines fic#batfam#titans west#Jason Todd#Charley Parker#POV First Person#Unreliable Narrator(s)#Vampires#No Capes AU#90s Slasher AU#Homoeroticism#Horror#Slasher
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Death's annoyer. (GN reader)
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Summary: you are death, there is no easy way to describe your nature, your entire existence revolves around the passing of the living and making sure it gets done. Sure, when you get bored or in one of your merciful moods, you slack a little and a life gets some more time to kill before...you end It, no, don't make that joke....or for them to get help and no, you were also not talking about the QiQi incident, what are zombies?
It's a lonesome...life? But it's calm and you like It well enough, now, If that f*cking Outlander just stopped with his magical reviving fried eggs your work would be way easier.
Pairing: (SLIGHTLY ) Aether x reader
(Is more of a self discovery trip that was inspired by rage and curiosity Aether causes you, but you're also dense to the fact people don't Go around calling strangers handsome Knight for s*its and giggles.)
Warnings: violence ( burns, broken bones are aluded, poping ears) and death are discussed in this oneshot.
Spoilers: for Mondstadt, Liyue Archons Quest.
Soooo.....Have you guys heard CG5 music, "DEATH"? Is about DreamWorks newest concept of death incarnate of a Wolf in the new pussy in bots movie, that I know everyone knows, because ,god, so many thirst and shipping. Which, I absolutely love even If I don't exactly get It, I just like to see everyone having fun in their fandoms. 😅
You are a reaper and this is just basically you slowly losing your mind with the reviving mechanics of geishin. You are chill in the start and is slowly going down the unhinged hill, because this is my mood now so gather around for my TED talk.
*cof* *cof*....
Local reaper goes human mode and touches grass.
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DAY 1.
Dvalin was poisoned, a pity, such majestic beast commanded like a plaything in a weird game of power. You undestand the -what was her title again? - outlander stuck in your home, Khaenri'ah was...a loaded time, EVEN for you and you were death in its purest form! Your whole thing was guiding the living in the best way possible and still, If you used any form other than being a thing of raw energy to do the reaping ,your stomachs would roll in itself.
However, you didn't play a part, life does its thing and you do yours, If They brought powerful beings into existence and they decide to end others, your job were comforting the...losing side. The little guy, and - If karma works. - reap the power in the root when They no longer play their part in life's game, the cycle that always end with you. Hey! You didn't always got to laugh and irony would always get a chuckle out of you, for how much life's spectacle confuses you and you prefer to avoid It, They could construct clever plot twists.
DAY 30.
Another Outlander.
Twin to that princess - you finally caught on how she calls herself! -, and just as full of surprises of all other outlanders, seriously! Can't Teyvat get a nice and chill visitor just enjoying some vacation?
This one seems more benevolent, at least, fitting the role of hero perfectly: shine and long hair, soft spoken yet fierce and ready to jump into action when needed, dashing even If he's marked by lasting scars, he even got the companion who kept his things for him! Still, his sister was also like that at the start.... though her companion has way bigger and...rugged looking than his fairy like child/eons old kid.
He was helping Dvalin in the end and that was enough for you, you always had a soft spot for that big softie, its enourmous heart made of meat, but could fool anyone into thinking It was gold instead. If They could look past the humongous part of his... everything, especially the teeth and and claws. Such protective dragon, It saddened you to see him being played like a fiddle and be turned against the very thing It wanted so desperately to protect - that was an irony in itself, one that didn't make you laugh.
DAY 40.
Okay, what the f*ck?!
Blondie was sent flying down in Dvalin's den, you are sure! You Saw!
It was kinda dumb, poor thing had been thrown like a ragdool to the thousand winds to devour and sure, you were kinda of slacking again, but! You could justify It!
Such lovely fight!
Like a scene out off a children's book when the knight and their friends are losing but win in the last second with the power of friendship! You know, without the dying part.
Just! No one seemed to notice the flying blond Guy going straight to his end! Not even a teeny tiny twitch or a shout of "NO!" like every other dramatic death you reaped, no no no no ... Red, overworked, fairy and drunkard didn't need to, because blondie just...POP!
BACK INTO EXISTENCE! COMPLETE FINE INSTEAD OF TURNING PANCAKE SHAPE. WTF!?!
HOW?!
DAY 45.
It was been five days, five days of following blond hero, supposed to be dead blond hero. Being sincere, you were luck to be able to hold a shadow form, that existed purely of energy, because It would be creepy as Celestia for any other form you could copy to insistenly follow them, no matter how mesmorizing "honorary Knight" could be...or How against the law of everything you are he could bend, f*uck!
Eyes in the game!
Did he have some hidden power? Some odd, ancient, powerful item??
You hope to Celestia and back It was just a one time thing...
Well, he was still in Mondstadt, you had some more time to spare for this topic, right?
....right?
50 DAYS.
Okay! Okay... Everything was going way to fast!
Princess and hero fighting against each other, twins of opposing sides, could It be a ying and yang thing? With a mystery of who is who!
The hero was extremely quiet, emitting a sadness not even your untangible form could not feel too, but f*uck this! He is going to Liyue and you still haven't discovered which thing he uses to avoid you!
A hilichurl go a little crazy with a shield and takes him to a lovely yet extremely painful little walk? Thats Fine! He can eat an egg and everything is fine!
A teammate of his is burnt off by an abyssmal mage? EGG!
A slime pushes him a little too far while he is too close to the far end of a cliff? He can use his paraglide, but If he isn't fast enough, WHO CARES?! IT'S NOT LIKE HE CAN DIE! HE EATS A F*CKING EGG!
Maybe...maybe It was the egg?
60 DAYS.
You've been following him and his companion, not blinking, not resting, not breathing nor looking away, a shadow shadowing a hero like his on shadow. Wow, too many shadows being thrown around, BUT, while boring, you finally have seen.
He didn't seen to choose a especific bird, any seemed to do the job just fine as long as It laid eggs, still, you follow and keep a sharp eye for the most robust and lively bird he picks from. The one you don't feel the pull yet, solely a child of life enjoying the ripe of Its youth, and absolutely ready to lay equally lively children, that...ok, you just needed to test! One egg would be enough! It could keep its offspring after you solved this mystery.
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Time has come, he picked the eggs of a beautiful and lovely dove, big and chubby and ,most important, healthy.
After reflecting for a long time while following the hero, you've decided to pick It for adoption, carry It as your own little companion If you will! And you would also pick your human form so you may care for It to the best of your abilities.
After waiting till the hero crossed Liyue's borders, under your watchful gaze, till he's just a blonde faraway point, you turn. Your shadows slowly form a body, human, something that resembles life and still, resounding an aurea that stinks of death. Fragile, extremely fragile body, which you so forgetful forgot.
Cries, pleads and shouts fills your ears, images of the ill, the hurt and the desperate fills your eyes, your skin feels every tear and stab and bruise of those waiting for you. Everything it's too much!
The dead screams!
Pleads for time and the end of It, begs for the clock to stop and rush at the same time, for another chance of life, but for the mercy to let the pain end. "DAYS! Too many days!" - They screech.
Your ears pop, the pain so great your knees tremble and bend, your stomach spasms and, EVEN as empty as It is at the moment, you vomit. Burning sensation rises up your throat, a cought tries to open passage for air for your lungs and It causes you to choke in spit and the acid of your gut. Everything, EVERYTHING ,hurts, just like all the souls you left hanging while in your obssessive Quest for the truth and with just a painful ringing to keep you company,you faint.
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65 DAYS.
Sooo....you came to the conclusion that holding an obssession wasn't ideal, thus you decided your shadow form should be kept away for now. It's been too long, too long since you used any other "Alive" shape, you obviously didn't notice How long with how powerful and distant from life's essence It were.
Which brings you to your current problem, it's been so long since you were really interested in anything and the moment something caught your eyes...you forgot about the souls that rely on you. They considered luck to be left alone for some moments, time to work on things before passing for real, but soon the pain of a spirit losing itself came for them...and you were the reason
Forget It, you could rely in your human body, be in touch with life's creations and do your f*cking job right! Even If It was overwhelmed easily and got hungry, tired and dirty fast.
Also...catching the dove was harder than you thought.
What? You could be responsible...and you felt kinda lonely not having the omnipotence of your previuosly form...
80 DAYS.
TIM! Your big Dove's name! ❤️
It took some days, but you finally got It to warm up to you! Sure, making Tim move here and there to keep up with your work and the journey of the hero wasn't easy, It didn't like much, but you give It everything It wants to make It comfortable. You even dressed for the winter so your skin won't touch theirs, not corrupting its life.
That also made a Celestia of an experiment, who knew the human body could faint because of the heat? And that Liyue's heat is a nighmare?
But It is also cool diving in the ocean, It is fun hiking in the rocks, It is delicious to taste the cuisine and experience the freshness from drinking the juices of different fruits, it's awesome letting the less bitter souls give you bits of advice about places and things you should do because They had loved to do when the could and actually getting to do It! Overall, passing as a human isn't going that bad... Though the weather could be a little kinder.
90 DAYS.
Tim is taking its sweet time to lay another egg, it's kinda boring, but you mean...Liyue had a false body fall from the sky and the fatui were getting a little too comfortable with going around killing people these days in the region, everyone was freaking out, so It may have stressed It. You also didn't make It any easier by observing Tim like a hawk, poor thing must think you want to eat it.
....Ooops.
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It made you kinda anxious, but Tim needs its privacy to do its things and you aren't feeling the pull for It yet, so you decide its safe to let It be while you go fetch a soul in Huaguang Stone Forest. Beautiful place, its a pity it's so diffucult to reach any of Its peaks in a human body, still work calls and you can't exactly afford to let them waiting for long, so your obssession turned journey of discovered has to have some exceptions of when you can enter in touch with your powers. Although...
Your body dissolves in energy, losing the human form and gently making its bones into some type of jelly before bending them, slowly organs reform, hair puffies before fusing in sections to gain new color and designs, making Itself into feathers, your eyesight expands and languidly, oh so calmly, you aren't a human, but a hawk. Its techinically a loophole in the rules you set for your trip, keeping a corporal body that's also in touch with life's creations while being way faster than going by human feet.
Oohhhh, you are so smart!
You shake your new body, ruffling your wings to see how big the were and to get the feeling of It, you haven't flew in so long using wings! You fling yourself to the sky to get altitude, higher and higher, the wind blows and the rays of moonlight that passes the clouds shines like the purest of silver in this cloudy night.
When you almost reach the clouds, you drop.
It feels exciting! The closest thing you think you can compare to what humans call being alive - and you actually got to meet with life and feel their energy!
With a sharp and loud screech, you start your way to Huaguang Stone Forest for real.
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It took some time - and what beautiful time It took, such marvelous sights! -, but you reach your goal and roll to the ground when you land, your newly body doing the closest sound It can to a snicker even If the sound isn't actually hawk like. Your laugh echos in a weird melody of species with the goop sound your organs and bones do as They shift, rearrange.
After many minutes go by, a human lay where the strange hawk stod, gasping in laughter with an undoubtedly humane tone. Maybe with some snorts close to that of a pig, but human like altogether in the end.
You left your winter clothes behind, Tim had been sleeping in them and you haven't had the need to touch It so you didn't feel the need to bring with you...also, a hawk can't exactly fly with clothes hanging in its body - not human clothes, at least.
So...stolen clothes would do!
You slowly stand up, the grass your naked skin touched losing its vibrance, yet It is still alive, having the shell of meat in human form do work in keeping you aura at bay. Even If It still has influence in weaker beings or strong ones, If for exposure in prolonged time. You hope you won't have to engage in combat for clothes...
As If nature Itself heard you, multiple bodies appear in your path. Knocked out, you aren't that tone deaf to steal from the dead...at least, not while they are still around, but from life?! Ooohhhh!! It's fair game! If you don't leave them naked, humans don't like naked for what your experience has to say...
You walk around the sleeping, It feels like shopping! Maybe you should invest in a pouch for the shine rocks or golden coins humans use for trade to keep with you, maybe you ...sho-should you leave something for what you take? Is this some type of shopping?
Hugh....humans and their social rules! Why do they have so many?!
... whatever, picking the fatui's coat that appealed more to you, you focus on following the stench of the dead. Which...is a strangely convenient coincidence that the trail of knocked out people also lead to the same way.
Is your new child a fighter?! This trip was getting more and more entertaining by the second! Can they tell their tales to you??
Maybe They liked to travel! Seeing Liyue trouthg the eyes of a human was nothing like experiencing trouthg an overpowered shadow form, you couldn't wait to see other regions! But your trip kept you close to the blond who seemed to atract problems, so you had to settle in Liyue and tales by mouth to mouth would have to suffice for now.
With a spring in your step, you jump fatui and treasure hoarders alike, all in the arms of sleep trouthg a good beating. Maybe your child is a wanderer. Maybe They were in a rough patch in their life and turned to the treasure hoarders. Maybe They were vigilantes!
Countless 'maybe's fly trouthg your head, many 'what if's forming would be scenarios. Which would have made you pass your goal If not for angry screams resounding the hollow trees, a smile form in your lips, "peek a boo, I found you" you whisper gently.
Your steps don't make any sound, and in teory It would be 'whatever', as young humans put It, but the back that greeted you were very much alive and talking to a not so much alive ghost. A ghost who is starting to look very angry, very fast.
"no ~ no ~ no!!! ~ This is unfair!! ~ I'm the adventurer!"
"Not so much anymore, hehe, but you can still explore the afterlife!" - the girl(?), long pigtails individual, said amiably. Twisting and turning a red, fiery looking polearm this and that way in a distracted manner.
"do you think you're funny?! ~ do you think you're better because you could take that low lifes dow?!"
"Maybe a little bit" - pigtails say with a shrug, which wow! That lithe and small person could cause a havoc! And either They are obvious or have some guts in them!
Your child is looking more and more furious by the second! Red smoke distorcing the figure their soul is trying hold, closest It can to their previous shell. One day and a half isn't enough to let them completely lose It, but still...at least you now know their anger seems to be the thing keeping them stuck at the mortal plane.
"i Will show you funny ~"
The second They shift, you jump from behind the trees. That phrase is never a good sign...
"Wait, wait, come back, my child!" - you extend your arms to the fading spirit, yet its all in vain as they don't even acknowledge you.
Which isn't the case to pigtails...
"Oh! Hello, there stranger!" - pigtails cheerfully says before taking a defensive stand, keeping you behind her as a protector would. "Haven't you ever heard of stranger danger, silly?"
"Well, have you, young lad?" - you put your hands in your waist, now that you're closer you feel the stronger pull of youth coming from pigtails. They are definitely a briliant being,the pryo inside them ravages like a beast and yet, the smell of your natural perfume clings to them. Death is a part of their nature...however, life shines through them? What the Celestial f*ck?...
"fast comeback, but oh! So unoriginal, odd stranger, I'm not the one looking like a step away from passing beyond the veil, you better take better care of your healthy," - she spares a second to lightly pat your cheek while giving you a big smile, almost makes you feel like you are the youngester here. - "Or not! But before going down remember to appoint wangshu funeral parlor for the service!" - she winks before looking ahead once again. Straightening her back and readjusting her hold on the spear.
Wangshu funeral parlor?...OH!! How could you forget your little helpers of Liyue? There isn't many people that admire your job like that family do!Ah! This must be the 77° now, Tao or something, carrying your message of harmony....wait a minute....wait a damn minute!
"Hey! What are you insinuating?! I'm stronger and healthier than you!" - looking a step away from passing?! Your human body is fine!
She is silent for a second, before slowly turning her head.
She surveys your apparence, head to toe, though It feels almost like she is just doing this to entertain you... "Sure" - a pitiful smile graces her face.
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The audacity of this girl!! Uhhhgg!!
The earth quakes, loud sounds of machinery clicking and clacking, starting an engine that should've settled long ago. Also completelly silencing your 'Uhg!', which, 'wow, okay' , couldn't It come when you weren't expressing How infuriating this girl was in a very human like manner?! If you can't use the human sounds to express yourself in their grunting language than why did you even learn in the first place?!
The robot rises and in heavy footsteps approaches you two. So the soul is a fighter after all, If only It didn't want to fight you...
Before you can sight in exasperation, Tao dissapear in a flash of pyro butterflies, going direct to the thing's head. Being sincere, you would be more annoyed at the way people interrupt you in one of the few chances you have to show how much you learnt of the grunting art If not for how fierce the butterflies attack the giant, before the teen appears to give it some taste of her spear.
Haha, you have seen butterflies drink the blood of corpses, but this was another level! You can only stare!
This girl had some spunk! Or...anger issues, but whatever! This was a great fight and If she won, your job would be done! A wounded pride can do wonders to one of your children when trowning tantrums about not wanting to join you.
You sit back, a smile tugs your lips, that is until she purposely stops. Just stops, staring the robot as If a giant fist isn't heading straight to her stomach!
And straight into It goes, you can't even approache before she is flung to your feet! You swear you hear a sick clack of breaking bones.
The giant jumps and, as impressive as It is to see that the sack of heavy machinery can actually jump and pretty high at that, you know is planning to use your skulls as landing marks. You are death, but you aren't a masochist!
You catch the girl by the armpits and drags her back. The thing lands - right in front of you two. -, dust rises. Okay, this is It, this naughty child has had it's fun, but is time to settle down now.
You embrace the girl with one of your arms - is time to protect her as she tried to do to you, also show you aren't at death's door! That doesn't even make sense, what door? And How would you be at your own door knocking?! - and raises an arm to the things leg. Touching it's knee, you feel it's essence being sucked into your palm, you look at it's eye - red laser pointing diretcly at your chest, the missils almost ready to fly no doubt- , still you try to put some comfort through your eyes to your child, "Is time to go-
A hellfire explodes in your arm, ironically, is not the arm touching the robot, no, is the one holding the girl. A ghost, butterflies, all engulfed in pryo, embers so high and bright and so, so hot!You let go, your body flings Itself away. Letting go of both the mechanical body as the human you were holding.
And yet, for as far as you went in your desperation and pain, an enourmous fist comes crashing into your side - the one who isn't on fire, as If the peeling skin isn't enough. Stars explodes behind your eyes, burning pain erupts everywhere - even your brain seems to be boiling. Hearing a girlish shout as the last thing echoing in your ears, you once again faint to an extreme amount of pain since your first day of being human. How long did you last since then?
At least, this time, your ears didn't pop ...
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Well, this is It for now. The idea started with something, but It just ran wild to where It wanted to go. Please, warn me If something is odd...english isn't my first language and If someone wants to be a beta reader It would be cool too.
Anyway, I am a very slow writer, my determination goes all over the place and my inspiration often decides to take vacations on me, so...enjoy the thing I could squeeze out of the juices my brain been marinating. I hope you guys like! Next chapter I'm sure we will be meeting Qiqi and Baizhu!
Good day my lovelies, remember to drink water, Granny loves y'll!!
#geishin impact platonic#geishin impact x reader#geishin impact Aether x reader#death reader#i swear i had a plan originally#the idea just went wild and decided to ignore#you are literally in love with being alive#geishin x you#geishin impact x you
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Just a little rant on Batman
My thoughts on his philosophy
I've always loved Batman, he's one of my favorite heroes. Reading comic after comic, I understood that he had empathy and humanity within him even if he didn't show it at times, but it got me thinking about why he doesn't kill.
He's supposed to be a fearful figure in Gotham and the no-kill rule could be a form of letting criminals know that they will endure hellish torture if they continue their criminal activities. If he killed them, it would be a sort of mercy, and we can't have him being merciful to criminals.
On the other hand, he could be doing this because of his sense of justice. To show Gotham that he is only an executioner of the law and is in no position to judge if a person should receive a second chance at life or not.
Really, it's because he is afraid he will cross a line from which he can never come back. It's mentioned throughout Batman media but never explored. Maybe it's because every time he runs through the streets beating thugs and thieves, masterminds, or puppets, he remembers the night in the alley when his parents died. He imagines the criminals as Joe Chill, and beats them to a bloody pulp, thinking that he protected his parents in the form of the city. If he killed the criminals, he'd be just as bad as his parent's murderer, and instead of saving Thomas and Martha Wayne, he'd become the one pulling the trigger on them.
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The Man in the Black Mask 2
Continued sorta from here. Eventually I’m going to write how we got here but for now just fun bits of drama lol. Thank you to @crowned-avery and @girlsjustwannadrawwhump for letting me use their peepers on this one.
CW: GRAPHIC MURDER, creepy whumper, threats, gore, blood, multilple whumpees, knives
Jones is almost gone, his blood is everywhere and his open neck looks like a sinewy smile. Cooper and Dmitrios stare in silent shock as their friend chokes on his own blood, the unfinished wood armrests of the chair he’s tied to now stained dark red from the fountain of blood. Neither man takes a breath when Jones lets out one last death rattle before going totally still, his head falling motionless against his chest.
“Bye, bye.” The man in the black mask says from the dark corner of the room where he watched Jones bleed out after slicing him from ear to ear. He wipes the blood from his knife on Jones’ crimson soaked shirt then dips his finger in the puddle around him and paints a smiley face on the dead man's mouth before turning his attention to his next victim, Cooper.
A smile a mile wide is plastered on his face. Cooper is the second rat to get caught in one of the many vicious traps that surrounded the secluded property.
As their tormentor approaches Dmitrios’ screams are muffled by layers and layers of silver duct tape and cloth whereas Cooper’s gag has been pulled down around his neck, he doesn’t attempt to scream yet. He’s hogtied in a heap on the floor and manages to scoot on his side away from the approaching masked man who’s crystalline green eyes send chills straight through to his bones.
"Now for you...I think I want your death to be much slower. Who knows when I'll get my hands on another one of you. So let's not rush things. There are many enjoyable things I can do to you before I allow you to die."
The masked man hops down onto Cooper and straddles his hips, the bloodstained ropes around his victim tightening from his weight settling on them.
"The three of us are going to have such a time together. I know Dmitrios will never forget it. Will you dear?"
Dmitrios shouts unintelligible expletives through his gag and stares daggers at him.
"Why are you doing this to us? For fun? Or because you get off on it you sick fuck." Cooper coughs out when the masked man shifts his weight to lay on his chest, their faces uncomfortably close now.
"It's because he needs to see that his old life, his old friends, all of that means nothing to me. It's dead. It's in the past and once I've rid myself of all of the vermin like you coming to play hero, Dmitrios will finally be all mine. No more things keeping him distracted and all caught up in his dreary moods. In time he'll accept his new life here. We just need time. Right dear?"
“More will come. They won’t stop coming until you’re dead and he’s back home. I promise you that.”
“Good. More piggies for me to slaughter.” Without warning he plunges his razor sharp knife into Cooper’s thigh, his ear shattering screams drowning out the masked man’s laughter.
Dmitrios shakes with anger and struggles with all his energy to free himself from his bonds but they are expertly tied and impossible to escape from, he can’t help Cooper at all. He can only sit and watch his tormentor carve into Cooper at his feet. It’s almost tempting to look away in his helpless despair.
Cooper begs for mercy a few hours in, it never comes. The man in the black mask doesn’t deal in mercy. Overwhelmed with pain, his begging becomes incoherent.
Eventually when he begs to die, the man in the black mask kindly obliges him.
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REACTIONS TO EPISODE 2 - MIRUKO, THE NO. 5 HERO 💜🐇🌙
LAST EPISODE'S REACTIONS HERE!!
Once more, my reactions are not be taken all serious. Genuine reactions, but also played for laughs. Pictures will he included for any clarification of whatever scene I'm talking about, but I also don't intend to put a lot of pictures.
Also, given this is a Miruko episode, there will no doubt be a lot of Miruko love here. Anyone who follows my blog is well aware I adore her and she's my fave in the whole series (tied with Midoriya). With that said, if you have a problem with it, DO NOT PROCEED THEN! DON'T EVEN COMMENT IF YOU HAVE NOTHING NICE TO SAY! DON'T CARE FOR THE SLANDER! WE ALL HAVE OUR FAVORITE CHARACTERS AND MIRUKO JUST HAPPENS TO BE MINE!
Onwards!!
I want to start off by saying, RIP to Johnny. He was just a little guy in a big world. You deserved better.
WHEN SHE DID THE KICK!! WHY IS MIRUKO SO BADASS?!
What reason did they have to show Johnny's corpse?! DEVASTING!
Alright, Doctor, I feel a little sorry for you. It's hard to see your life's work come crumbling in front of you... I still don't like you.
OP a banger as always!
She called him an old geezer. I'm sorry, that did tickle me. That little grin of hers.
Real quick though, again, shoutout to Sayaka Kinoshita! Her voice acting for Miruko is AMAZING, she really embodies the power of her. I can't wait to hear Anairis Quiñones for the dub.
"I'll know once I kick him." PLEASE DO, QUEEN!!
"Capture Garaki." "I gotta kick him first." Miruko, I beg you, never stop being you.
Endeavor really out here offering Eraser Head to be his sidekick... okay, man recognizes potential, I guess??? Admittedly that was funny because of Eraser's response.
"No thanks. I need to take care of my lousy students." Putting that in my favorite quotes list!
Aizawa looks so done. And then Endeavor smirks at him. My guy...!
I'm glad the Nomus wear pants... but what about shirts? They don't get cold? Look, I'm already worrying about Kirishima and Tetsutetsu.
*shows the hero kids* MY BABIES!!!
*shows Burnin* MY OTHER QUEEN!!! 💚❤️🔥
You know what, Bakugou by now wouldn't actually mind evacuating civilians since it means saving people. So to see him be agitated about it so... OOC for me, I'll admit, since CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. It was played for comedy, but still. I mean reimagined him approaching a doorbell all calm like actually really chill, and then screaming "EVACUATE!!" because he would want people to get the stepping, hurrying up so they won't be in danger. I was actually confused at that part because I know that wasn't in the manga and I had to figure out where does that play at and it really was just a scene that was added in. It had to happen between chapter 359 and 370 theoretically, but I just imagined something different. 🤷🏿♀️
Okay, the little "mmmhmmm" sound that Crust makes? I want a whole audio compilation of that.
"They're all common soldiers. Poor things!" LIKE?! HELLO?! I honestly do feel sorry for the Nomus. *glares at AFO & the Doctor*
*Present Mic does his introducing of the quirk and character thing* Whoever made the decision for Mic to do that is a genius.
The Doctor pleading to Miruko about being the real one and she still insists on kicking him. Show him no mercy!!
I need Tomura to dress more like that!!! Wait... why does this feel like foreshadowing to me? *shivers in manga reader*
Them High Ends!!!
It's gross but omg when she did the thing!! Miruko, what reason do you have to be so badass?
THEY GAVE HER THE HALFTIME CUT!! THANK YOU THAT'S ALL I ASKED FOR LAST WEEK!!! 💜🐇🌙
MY BOY KAMINARI GOT ONE TOO?! HELL YES!!! ⚡️⚡️⚡️
Okay, I like Crust. This man has sympathy!
Thanks for the Nomu lesson!! I was a little curious about them and I know he didn't just name that Nomu "Woman".
*shows AFO in prison* He looks like he's in timeout... well he is.
DO NOT CALL TOMURA YOUR MASTERPIECE!! HE IS A HUMAN BEING THAT HAS YET TO CATCH A BREAK!! FIGHT ME!!
THE SCENE!! THAT SCENE!! I LOVE YOU MIRUKO!!! 💜💜💜
LUNA RING!! LUNA FALL!! OMG THE WHOLE FIGHT SCENE WHERE SHE'S JUMPING AROUND DOING FLIPS AND THE MUSIC!!! THEY DID NOT DISAPPOINT!!! 😭💜🐇🌙 DO NOT BE SURPRISED WHEN I MAKE GIFS OF THIS!!!
WHEN SHE RIPPED HIS HEAD OFF!! THAT'S FOR HER DAMN ARM!!!
"Zombies won't be able to kill the hero, Miruko!" TELL ME WHY SHE'S NOT #1!!! I'M DONE, I CAN'T!! SHE'S TOO MUCH OF A BAD BITCH AND I JUST CAN'T DEAL!! OMG!!
Damn, ya'll actually still walking through the forest? I really thought the action started with ya'll too already.
Cementos' face though in this shot. Hee hee. Why is that funny to me?
Damn, Edge Shot is so pretty.
I love it when Sero just doesn't deal with Mineta. "Stand up." I love you, Sero.
How many cat folks do we have in BNHA?!
Scratch that (unintentionally pun), how many animal themed folks we have in BNHA?!
Jiro worrying about Kaminari... 😭😭😭
Omg, Kaminari freaking out (relatable) and Midnight and Tokoyami reassuring him... 😭😭😭
Skeptic is the bravest soul I know because ain't no way I would be running with an OPEN LAPTOP and typing on it at the same time without the fear of dropping it.
First off, Skeptic, do NOT blame Twice for anything! DO NOT!
Oh, shit, we got Kaminari's evil uncle in the building!! (They aren't really related... but it's funny this is the third person I have seen have yellow and black hair like Kaminari. He even got the bolt.)
Okay, Cementos! You go, boy! 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾
THAT SCENE!! THAT KAMIJIRO SCENE!! MY HEART!!!
THE TOKOKAMI SCENE!!! MY HEART!!!
ALRIGHT, KAMINARI!!! THAT'S MY BOY!!! YES!!! YES, KING!!!
I love that this episode gave my Miruko and Kaminari badass moments. Today has been a good day.
Let me just say this because personally, I feel this does need to be said. We all have our opinions and whatnot, but sometimes I feel like 98% go into watching and reading something with a critical mind first. Go into watching and reading something with the purpose to be entertained before you decide to criticize something. Otherwise, you will ruin the experience for yourself and not enjoy the moments you wanted to.
Like I wasn't going into watching this episode to critique it. I went in first with the excitement to see Miruko, Kaminari and the others. I want to be entertained first and then I'll go back and critique if I wanted to. Enjoy and then critique. You don't have to enjoy it, no, but seriously REMEMBER THIS IS FICTION! TREAT IT AS SUCH!!
Overall opinion, I did enjoy what I watched, but the only thing that bothered me was the Bakugou scene, I mean I feel like that whole scene didn't even need to be there. Yes, including taking Iida, Midoriya, Koda, Uraraka, Asui and Todoroki out, so be it. *narrows eyes* Honestly, someone at BONES has to have some personal vendetta against Katsuki. Not the whole studio, but just someone. If it was the whole studio, let's be honest, there wouldn't have been that scene where Katsuki told the kid about looking at his own flaws before judging others two seasons ago or last season with the whole Team Bakugou vs Team Tokage episode. I have already prepared myself for all the unnecessary moments like Bakugou being agitated because it's not nothing new and it won't stop.
Reminder though, this is the season where THAT SCENE happens and us manga readers know better. I feel like that's important. There will never be the stopping of character mistreatment be it from the inside or from antis and as people who are fans of Bakugou (or just any character who gets this treatment), let's remind ourselves that we know the original source (the manga and Horikoshi) and we know how it supposed to be and we just continue enjoying Bakugou content that is enjoyable.
#kiya watches#just kiya's thoughts#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#bnha s6#bnha season 6#bnha spoilers#miruko#mirko#rumi usagiyama#usagiyama rumi#I'M SHIFTING INTO MIRUKO FANGIRL MODE#kaminari denki#denki kaminari#chargebolt#chargezuma#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugou#bakugo katsuki#katsuki bakugo#kiya reacts
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would it be okay to request headcanons with the main trio from TCF who aren't in a relationship with the (fem) reader yet but they like each other, the guys get hurt or something and the reader is so scared of losing them or was so anxious that she ended up kissing them? You can edit a few parts if you'd prefer! thank you, i know you have a lot of requests but you're the only one who writes x reader for them-
Notes: It took forever+forever but I finally gave up trying to perfect it- y'all just going to have to deal with these half baked potatos as I sob in the corner for my lack of functioning writing braincells.
+ 'nonny I know you asked for Fem reader but I'm just so used to writing gender neutral nowadays I actually forgot to write Fem reader in. Uh. I mean it's gender neutral so it should work regardless?? I'msorrypleaseforgivemeforthisblunder
Ft: Cale, Alberu, Choi Han
Cale Henituse
He’s covered in blood.
Again.
He glanced down at his shirt, once white, now completely soaked and rapidly losing warmth. The icky feeling of sticky cloth stuck on skin caused goosebumps to break out all over his arms. The lethargy that weighed on him was hard to ignore, but expected after using his ancient powers-
“Cale!”
He turned just as the full force of you barrelled into him and he staggered, unbalanced and would’ve fallen had you not pulled him back. He barely had time to protest at your rough greeting when you began frantically patting him down as if scouring him for weapons.
“There’s so much- where are you hurt?” you demanded harshly, your tone pitched higher than normal. “Raon call for Saint Jack and the others, medics- anyone that can help!”
“Y-yes! I-I will! Weak hu-human you better not die or I will destroy the kingdom!”
“Wai-“ his protests were ignored as the dragon flew off, leaving Cale dumbfounded with his jaw hanging down in disbelief. “Wait you don’t have to find the others, I’m fi-“
“Cale Henituse, if I hear you say ‘I’m fine’ I’m going to sock you to kingdom fucking come.“ you seethed. His lips snapped shut obediently, swallowing the aforementioned phrase down as a foreboding chill crept down his spine.
But I am..?
“How could you..” your voice shook even as you clung onto his soaked shirt so tightly your knuckles turned white. “You’re always doing stupid things like this…”
Cale frowned, feeling a bit indignant. Sure his plans weren’t the most thought out at times, but to call them stupid…
“If you waited for us to come, then you wouldn’t have to- why do you keep sacrificing yourself like this?”
That triggered an alarm in his head. What strange things were you talking about? The act of sacrifice were done by martyrs and selfless heroes and Cale Henituse was neither of those. He wanted to correct your misunderstanding but you were worked up and hysterical and it was with horror that he realised you were crying.
“________-“
“Don’t talk! Please, just conserve your energy- I won’t let you die, I promised the kids and the others- I won’t let you-”
The alarm bells in his head rang even louder and he fought to be heard over your rambling, “_________- no one’s dying, I’m fine-” it felt as if his heart had leapt to his throat as he stopped your fist before it could make contact. You really weren’t joking when you said you’d punch him. He tightened his hold on your wrist when you tried to twist out of his grip and swallowed nervously. “I’m not hurt _________,“ he emphasised, willing you to meet his eyes.
“Stop bullshitting me Cale- how much of a fucking idiot do you take me for? How can anyone be fine after losing this much blood-“
“It’s not mine.”
You stilled in his grasp.
“…W-what?”
He frowned. Was it really that hard to believe his words? “The blood’s not mine.” he repeated and made sure to meet your disbelieving gaze head on so that you could verify the truth in his words. “They were cut down before they could harm me. None of this blood is mine. I was not hurt.“ It was a partial lie. He did cough out some blood after instinctively activating the shield for protection but he felt that that was knowledge you’d be better off not knowing.
The coiled tension in you leaked out and Cale slowly released his grip on your hand and took a cautious step back - just in case. It was a good thing he managed to deescalate the situation before the others arrived. Just convincing one person was hassle enough and from experience alone, he knew the others weren’t as merciful when it came to learning about his injuries, regardless of severity or his protests otherwise. Cale shuddered. He really didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Ron’s cold smile again. He glanced up and saw Raon’s flying figure and he waved lazily to the dragon hoping the young one would understand that the healers were no longer necessary, it had only been a false alarm.
“..ot.”
“Hm?” He looked down, hearing you mumble but didn’t quite catch what you’d said.
He was not prepared to be yanked forward and for your lips to mash against his. There was a brief sting where your teeth had caught on his lip and the uncomfortable sensation of having your teeth clack against each other, noses in the way. He froze, like a deer caught in headlights, thoughts reeling but before he could think of acting, to push or pull you in even closer-
You let him go just as abruptly and he staggered, breath stolen, mind in absolute disarray.
Then you slapped him. Which definitely cleared his thoughts. “You idiot!”
Stupefied, he watched as you stormed off, stuck in a daze as he cradled his face where his cheek and lips tingled for different reasons.
“…What..?”
Choi Han
Choi Han didn’t know what Cale saw in you back then, a complete stranger whom they saved by chance and nursed back to health with utmost care. You, who Cale insisted was the final key to their masterplan and then asked Choi Han to act as your escort.
There were many things Choi Han didn’t understand when it came to Cale-nim’s decisions. But that wasn’t so unusual and he’d never made it a habit to question Cale’s reasoning, having learned to be patient, knowing the pieces would eventually slot together in the grand picture. So although initially wary he was of your unclear history and affiliation, he stayed by your side and did his duty without question.
And perhaps after weeks of accompanying you, he’s beginning to see what Cale saw. Though powerless and weak, you were righteous and passionate, holding true to your belief even in the face of adversaries. You were the perfect replacement for the tyrannical ruler of the country, someone capable of salvaging the crumbling system of a neglected, abused society and lifting it to new heights and glory.
With the flames of revolution ignited, everything hinged on getting you safely to Cale on the final stage. While the revolutionaries fought and acted as distractions above ground, he escorted you through the abandoned waterways.
The undergrounds were dark and cramped, incredibly disadvantageous to a swordsman such as himself. When assassins leaped out in an ambush; Choi Han didn’t hesitate. Without time nor space to draw his sword, he pushed you behind him and raised his arm to block the strike.
As the momentum of the assassin’s blade stopped, it became simple matter to quickly disarm and finish them. Having checked and affirmed that there’s no forthcoming attacks, he urged you to hurry, now worried as they weren’t expected to be discovered so soon.
Something must’ve happened, we should hurry to Cale-nim’s side-
He was halted with a firm grip on his other hand and was pulled back as he was met with your stern, unwavering gaze and declaration that you will not move another step from this spot until his arm got treated first.
Which was a ridiculous request considering they were running on a tight schedule. He frowned and his fingers flexed against the hilt of his sword as you pulled him to the side.
When none of his objections were being heard, he tried reasoning with you. The wound may look horrible, but he’d assured you he’d angled his arm just so that the blade would’ve caught on his bone rather than tendons. It was a strategic move that not only blocked momentum but also kept damage to his non-dominant arm at the minimum. He would not have bled to death nor would he be crippled from it, something that barely needed the emergency care you insisted on.
“It’s not necessary, we need to get to the tower room first.”
“The room is not moving anywhere, I’d rather not risk having you develop an infection because you neglected to care for your wound.“
He flinched when alcohol was poured on the cut and Choi Han breathed out slowly, his frustration mounting as precious seconds passed. Something in his chest stirred uncomfortably. He’s not accustomed to having others care for his wounds, having spent so many years caring for them himself whilst hiding his weaknesses from monsters in the Forest of Darkness.
“I will attend to it after I’ve brought you to Master Cale’s side, we must-“
Your eyes flashed with anger as your grip tightened painfully around his arm. “So many things have been lost to reach this stage, I’d rather not lose more on the way there.”
“Cale-“
Perhaps you’ve had enough as well as the next thing he knew, your fingers dug into his arm and he found himself yanked forward and you pressing a hard, determined kiss that stole whatever he was going to say from his lips.
“Cale Henituse,” you said sternly when you parted and picked up a roll of bandages, “can afford to wait a bit longer.” you glared at him as if daring him to argue otherwise.
Not that it was necessary, considering he’d doubt he’d have the coherency to answer anything with the way all the blood in his body was rushing to his face.
Alberu Crossman
He didn’t feel anything upon the moment of impact. Only the shocking cold of metal being slid into his side and the vicious gaze of the perpetrator pressed up to his front.
The pain ripped through a moment later and he gritted his teeth, red spilling down his lips. It hurts.
Activity bursted around him, screams of fear echoed through the ballroom as guards rushed to his side. However one voice in particular caught his attention and he looked up to catch your horrified expression, lips parted in a desperate cry.
His forehead furrowed as a strange sense of guilt washed over him- he didn’t want you to see this- but he didn’t have time to explore the feeling as his hand latched firmly on the hand which still held the weapon in his side, preventing their escape.
His smile was red, “Caught you now, rat.”
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He tousled his hair dry with a towel as he read through the reports in his hand.
Alberu was exhausted, the fight to rid his side of his enemies’ spies had always been an ongoing and tedious project. His enemies were cunning and always played things safe however their impatience this time would cost them. Now that one of their own has fallen into his hands, they can start pulling in the net.
A knock sounded on his door and he didn’t bother looking up from his reports as he gave permission. “Come in.”
“Did you manage to find any new information from them?” he asked immediately as the door opened. Anything gleaned from the assassin would be beneficial to his cause. Not that he truly expected any confessions to be given this night. Any hired killer worth their salt would know not to betray the mastermind behind a hit. But there were more than one way to find credible information aside from words torn directly from the lips of a captive.
When no answer came, he looked up and immediately dropped the papers he was reading.
“___________…”
In the aftermath of the attack and the capture of the assassin he’d been immediately escorted to the healers for first aid. With the bare minimum done he’d left quickly to take control of the situation, calming the aristocrats and giving orders to assign all guests to be escorted to a room in the palace to rest from the unexpected development - the smarter ones would know this was just a way to keep all suspects in one place, stalling for time so that his trusted aides may work to narrow down the most likely suspects. He had been meaning to find you and explain once everything settled but this time you took matters into your own hands.
Your eyes glanced at the documents he dropped. “Am I disturbing your work?”
“No,” he replied instantly, fighting back the urge to shuffle the papers behind him. “No, you’re not.”
The room lapsed into silence once more as neither of you seemed keen to address the elephant in the room.
“About tonight…” he started slowly, “they had to believe I had my guards lowered.”
The truth was, though he believed you would not have been behind the attack, you had to be tested all the same. Should it be known you’ve been partial to this plan, it would’ve given the real culprits leverage to use.
You approached him and he wished you would say something. He noted the redness in your eyes and felt a stab of guilt lodge in his chest. “It had to be believable.”
You didn’t meet his eyes and your hand hovered over where his wound had been.
He lifted the edge of his shirt up to reveal the pink scar tissue underneath. It was ugly and badly healed due to the rush he had been in. “I wasn’t in any real danger.” he said softly, staying still and resisting the urge to shiver when your fingers traced the scar.
“You’re picking up bad habits from Cale.” You said so softly he would’ve missed it had he not been paying attention.
“The padded shirt under prevented the blade from going too deep.” he explained, hoping you’d understand that he hadn’t been reckless. Everything had been planned carefully. He slowly tucked his shirt back in as you withdrew your hand, already missing the warmth you brought to his skin just moments ago.
“__________…”
You leaned in and placed a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Don’t do that again.” you whispered against his cheek.
He could only watch in astonishment as you turned away and exited his room.
“..Okay..” he said hoarsely to the empty room.
#tcf#trash of the count's family#imagines#tcf x reader#cale henituse#alberu crossman#choi han#kiss#pre relationship#confession..?#i honestly don't have enough brain power to tag things rn#i also have not proofread this much so#it's A MESS#i'll come back to edit this when I'm more awake or something#ngl the whole time while i was struggling with this#i was thinking how ridiculous that i've spent so long agonising over writing with words#but consuming it would only take less than a minute LOL#now im back at 0 and im feeling a bit sad
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Diluc Ragnvindr - Yandere Profile
Yall are so kind and I am so undeserving hhhhh
If you stand idly by that flower girl in Mondstadt her idle line is something like "All I can think about is Diluc" And honestly same
This man exudes bde I'm sorry I just... It is a known FACT that Diluc is packing and I refuse to believe otherwise, lord have mercy I'm bout to SIMP
tws: yandere, mentions of violence
tws (below cut): noncon, kinda misogynistic in 1 part
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What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?
Acutely aware, and in the beginning, frustrated with his own self. He's very much a loner type of guy, and he likes it that way -- in his mind, people are distractions.
He doesn't talk to you too much, but you'll slowly and subtly notice his presence with increasing frequency. He hovers. Silent, but intimidating. He's always there, in the background. Somehow, everywhere you go, you can spot him somewhere if you try, and even if you don't see him, you know someone is watching you, from the skin crawling feeling of eyes on you. It will never go away, and it's easily enough to drive you to paranoia.
In reality, he'd like to talk, really, but he doesn't know how. For the first time in his life, he actually has the urge to speak with someone, not for his own desire to speak so much as speak with you- to learn about you, to hear your voice. But the poor thing has no idea what to say. He's used to just going about his day and only speaking to others when they need something from him.
When he does talk to you, he finds himself even enjoying the silliest and most trivial of things you say. Normally he hates small talk, and he's normally annoyed by anything outside of very serious matters, but even if you're raving about something he has no interest in, he's happy to listen just because it's you.
He's fairly aware, too. Not a delusional for the most part, and he's honestly a bit afraid of rejection - he knows he's not the most pleasant or charming person to be around, and certainly not the best conversationalist. He tries to make up for it in thinking that his money, status, and protective ability can be something he can use to draw you in, so he makes sure to subtly and frequently remind you of those things.
How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?
Eventually, it's inevitable. It will happen, it's just a matter of time. His reasoning is less about your fragility and safety, even if he pretends it is, and more of a selfish thing. He doesn't want to be, and he'll certainly feel guilty for it, but he's a silently jealous person. Hearing you talk to others, seeing you smile at others, it drives him up the wall. Even during the day, he can't focus, thinking of what you're doing, who you're with, what you're doing with that person, and so on. He can't get anything accomplished, and people notice something is wrong with him. Really, it won't be a very long time at all.
He's not a very good manipulator, and he can't really think of a good reason to get you to walk into the winery backrooms on your own, so as barbaric as it may feel, he'll settle for the old fashioned way, just taking you, probably when you're walking all by yourself late at night. He is very intelligent, and will most likely formulate a way of making you seen responsible for some crime upon your disappearance, to discourage you from leaving, and to make it seem less mysterious when you disappear. People will assume that the darknight hero got to you. And, well, they’re not wrong.
How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?
Initially, he's watchful, staying at the winery so that you can't get far without him noticing. He'll cancel his plans elsewhere and make sure he's never more than sight distance away from the building. With time, he'll have to leave, and when he does, he'll probably invest in some very high quality locks to keep you in. Should that prove to not be enough, he'll have to use chains to keep you attached to the wall, instead. Needless to say, it's difficult.
If you manage an attempt, he'll be angry, sure, but he understands why. The first time, at least. Don't push it. If you manage to keep trying, his sympathy for you will slowly erode with each successive attempt, and soon he'll run out of mercy, and decide maybe just forgiving you isn't enough, and you actually need to learn a lesson to prevent this from happening again.
"Again? You really... Really don't give up, do you. This is the fourth time now... You've really pushed it, you know, I've tried to be nice. If you're not gonna get that, I'll make you understand."
How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?
Canonically speaking, he's fairly good at predicting the actions of others. He's clever like that. However, he's not the best at reading faces. As far as lies go, he will detect it maybe 80% of the time, but you can probably get away with a bit - once he catches you doing it once, though, he'll suspect you from there on out, and be much less likely to buy your lies.
When it comes to manipulation, he's one of the ones where it's like, he kinda knows, and lets it happen anyway, if it's for the sake of you being happy with him. That, and he's just flat out weak to your smiles and begging for little things. He's got his limits, though, so you'd be wise to only use this sparingly and not push it.
How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?
Protective to the maximum degree. Probably the worst of genshin boys.
Absolutely zero contact with the outside. No family, no friends, he might even go to the extent of faking your death to ensure there's not even anyone who will look for you.
Unlike Childe, Zhongli, or Albedo that I've mentioned as allowing you for walks or outside visits... That's not happening with Diluc. No, he's insanely protective, to the point that you very well might not see sunlight again, except through a window.
And he gets that it can get depressing, he really does, it's just the one thing he can't do. He'll try to substitute it, get you nice large windows to let the sun in that you can sit in front of - provided he's there - and maybe after a while build a little screened-in porch for the winery that you can walk around on - again, provided he's right there. You really can't expect him to let you out there when you're alone. What if someone saw you and tried to hurt you?
You get the feeling it's less about keeping anything else out, and more about keeping you in, though.
He's actually good about letting you do things for yourself, though. He won't restrain you from cooking or kitchen utensils or anything like that, unless you do something stupid like try to hurt him or yourself, in which case it'll be a revoked privilege.
What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?
Initially, he tries to go easy on rules, as part of his attempt to make you more accepting. He'll keep you more restrained for the first little while, and later on you'll be allowed to walk, but certain sections of the building will be off limits. He's fairly simple - be obedient, stay inside, don't try to fight. He'll invent new ones based on your behaviors as time goes on, but for the most part, he doesn't want to control you too much.
He fears getting too mad and making you scared of him, so, he struggles to punish you initially. He's probably willing to let quite a bit slide, but once he senses you're taking advantage of that, he'll put an end to it. Once again, he can thank the fact that he's naturally intimidating - he'll grab your jaw and force you to look at him, and honestly, just the look on his face is enough to send chills down your spine. If you're persistent, he's not able to leave you all alone and isolate you, no, he can't handle being away from you for that long. He'll appeal to the punishment of boredom, tying you to one spot and giving you nothing to entertain yourself with will get you to crack in a fairly short amount of time.
Humiliation works well, too. You're all alone except for him, you don't need clothes. So if you want them, you'll have to behave.
How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?
This man only has to look at people to send them running. He's very grateful for his scowl once he realizes the power it holds. You'll be none the wiser as to why everyone you meet seems to end up avoiding you, why people get nervous when you approach, why you can walk into a public place and it will clear out within minutes of you walking through the door. It's ok, though, since you have him to go to for your problems. He'll shrug and tell you he doesn't know why it happens to you, but it's no big deal, you don't have to worry about it, because you don't need them anyway, right?
He's not above having chats with people either. If they're not driven off by the glares, he'll give them another chance by spelling out very clearly that they should back off.
With persistent offenders, though, he has to come up with other means. He's not a delusional, and he knows deep down that this is selfish, that they're not really doing anything wrong per se, but his anger is violent and ultimately overrides any guilt. He'll find a way to make them out to be criminals, spies, or some other form of bad person, and they'll meet their fate at the hands of Mondstadt's mysterious nighttime vigilante.
How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?
His default personality is... Irritated. He scowls a lot, he gets exasperated easy - even if he tries to be a bit more pleasant for you. His irritation is so common that seeing genuine anger is a bit rarer.
When he does, though, it's one of the worst. To really, really make him mad, you'd have to be exceptionally, intentionally bratty to the point of antagonism - he's understanding and lucid enough to understand why you fight him, why you try to run, but do it over and over relentlessly, or just be a childish brat and ignore his warnings, and he'll snap. His voice bellows when he's mad, it's deep and terrifying and echoes off the walls, his eyes narrow and he stomps heavily with every step. He'll grab you by the arm hard enough to bruise, and if you refuse to follow and dig your heels in, he'll just roughly swing you onto his shoulder and carry you.
He has to exert the anger in some way, though. He's not like some yanderes that can be talked down or calmed, or are going to go easy on you if you apologize and beg. Once the anger is there, it's there until he physically takes it out in some way.
So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?
It depends, really, because he's highly lucid, so he has very little delusions about you. Unlike many of the others, he's willing to acknowledge your mental competence, and if you're intelligent and have life experience he'll acknowledge it. He won't recognize physical capability, though, since you're nothing compared to his strength. If you are a capable, independent person, he won't delude himself into thinking otherwise. It will, however, have a negative effect, probably the opposite of what you hope for - he's going to feel a bit intimidated by it, really, because if you're capable and independent, you don't need him as much. He's more likely to find ways to force your dependency on him, if so, but deep down he knows you're an equal on a mental level, and it's frustrating.
Now, otherwise - if you're a little more on the ditzy, airheaded side - it will be below. He's realistic, again, and if you genuinely do fall into the category of being naive and a bit dumb, he'll recognize it. He feels more secure in your dependency, and he's more likely to baby you this way, and will absolutely be more protective.
How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?
He really wants you to. He's not sure if he deserves it, though. He's acutely, painfully aware of how awful the things he's done are, and to top it all off, he knows that he should wish he was a better man that had self control, yet... He doesn't. He can't lie to himself and pretend to even have a shred of regret, even if he feels guilt. If he hadn't done all those things, you wouldn't be here with him like this, and even though he knows it's selfish, so very, very selfish, knowing that the horrible things he did got him the result he wanted makes it worth it. And given the opportunity to go back, he'd do it again.
He wants you to genuinely love him, and even though he struggles with human affection and communication, he'll try his best to be sweet to you, say nice things, try to be less irritable, try to talk more.
But if dependency, isolation-induced attachment love is the best he can get, well, that's still love.
Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?
He likes to just... Spend time in your presence. He's still ultimately not much for talking, he runs out of things to say very quickly and even if you're not talking, he's very very happy to be around you. If you're being cold towards him even, he wants to just sit there and be beside you, if you get up and sit on the other side of the room, or walk to another room (provided you have the privilege to do so), he'll follow you wherever like a little lost puppy and just silently sit right back down next to you again. He soaks in your presence like sunlight, it makes him happy.
If you show him affection, especially after an abduction or when stockholm syndrome starts to set in, it's one of the few times you'll see him smile. His smile is soft and faint, and it's less his mouth so much as his eyes that seem to light up. If you show him affection, you can eventually reach a very vulnerable, very soft side of him. He keeps up walls for everyone else, and he kind of desperately wants someone he doesn't have to do that with, so he'll crumble to your affection fairly quickly, once he's assured of your love.
Also, he's one of the ones who fully understands why you're mad. He gets it, he's lucid, and he honestly knows how awful what he's doing is. He still hopes you'll get over it, though, and if confinement and isolation except for him is what it takes to achieve that... So be it. Rather than justifying his actions, he acknowledges what he's done, but he's aware that psychologically, he's already long past the point of no return, and he can't bring himself to stop.
“I know this wasn’t... what you wanted, and, I know it’s, I know this was really, really bad, but I only did it for your sake. If you just... try to get used to it... maybe you can be happy, if you try.”
General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?
High, but embarrassed as all hell. He likes to maintain a very respectable and serious image, and people knowing that behind that neutral poker face is a brain running through nasty, nasty fantasies would not be very conductive to that image.
And that's what he does - working the bar gets very, very slow sometimes, and there's not much to do but sit around and let his mind wander. The more bored he gets, the more involved in these fantasies he becomes, and sometimes you might have to tap him on the shoulder to snap him out of it.
He feels guilty, really, for how he feels about you, and he knows that it's wrong and violating... But. But if you don't know, it won't hurt you, now will it? Nothing about the fact that he just thinks about bending you over the bar tables and fucking you raw is going to actually do anything bad. It's harmless.
He won't be touchy or perverse towards you by any means, and while that's nice, it causes something of a... Buildup. A lot of urges and needs have gone unmet, a lot of desperation to just feel you skin that has never been filled, and the thing about buildups is that when you reach a certain point they'll eventually burst, which is going to be what happens once you're in your new home.
How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?
He's moderate. He'd like you to want it, he's not highly sadistic and doesn't get off to your struggling/crying the way Childe or Kaeya would. But, in the end he's very set on what he wants, and if you're not open to it, he's not going to wait long. As aforementioned, he's got a lot of pent-up need that has gone unchecked, and while he normally strives for self control, at the point of kidnapping you, he's built up enough sexual frustration that he's not going to be very patient. Again, he's not going to be mean about it, he's more the type to just kiss your forehead and mutter a few reassuring things, even as you hiss at the pain of being impaled. That's another issue - he's convinced you might just be intimidated by the size, so he'll keep reassuring you that it's not going to last long, your body just needs time to adjust, even though you feel like you're being split in two.
He's content with knowing that, even if you mentally aren't wanting it, your bodily reactions show that you're clearly not repulsed or anything.
He's also another one to use that very thing against you, much like Albedo. He can feel you twitch and clamp down when you're close and he'll tell you that if you love him you'll cum, and if you don't love him, you won't. But no amount of trying to bring yourself down is enough to override the overwhelming stimulation.
He's also one to get rougher/more intense with time. At first, he's a bit afraid of hurting you, and he's not entirely familiar with how this all goes, and even can be a bit prudish and reserved. But the more he fucks you, the more and more he realizes he really likes having a sense of control and dominance over you, and just how nice it feels to come home when he's frustrated from a bad day and just fuck that energy out. Once he realizes you're not going to break or anything, you'll notice him gradually getting rougher and harder with time, until it becomes a norm.
What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?
Stomach bulging/size kink
He's not normally an outwardly prideful person. His pride is more of a silent aloof type of pride, rather than a smug showoff type. He's not one to emphasize his positive traits just to look good. But, fuck, if there isn't something very, very pleasing about being able to physically see his dick making a bulge on your stomach every time he fucks into you. He'll make sure you don't close your eyes, grab your hair and pull your head down so you're forced to watch it fill you more than you can take, over and over.
He doesn't want to hurt you, really, but of all the things to whimper about, you just had to squeal that it's too big, that it hits your cervix, that it's splitting you apart, and as much as he really wants to be a good guy, you're really making it difficult. Hearing that just breaks something primal in him and makes him want to fuck you harder.
It's one of the few things he can actually get smug about, watching you clutch your gut and whimper from bruising and soreness even long after, and as time goes on he might lose enough shame about it all to make a smug comment. He knows he should feel bad. But again, you make it hard to.
Breeding
It's a possession thing, really. There's something so utterly satisfying about just watching cum drip out of you, listening to you whimper whenever you feel it filling you up. It's kind of cute, when he tells you he'll cum inside you and you panic, you squeal and wriggle and unintentionally clench down hard enough to make that happen, you practically just milk the cum out of him when you do.
Forced feminization?/housewife kink/I dont know what to call it but hear me out dammit
He has in his brain this idea of a perfect little housewife and you're going to fit that model whether you want to or not. When he breaks into goes back to your old apartment to bring clothes for your new home he'll only pick the most frilly, feminine of all the things you owned, and if you don't have too many, he'll buy ones for you.
He just likes the idea of having a nice, sweet little wife to come back to, especially after being so stressed with whatever bullshit he's had to put up with that day. Really, any darling in captivity is kinda sorta filling that role, but he's got a very specific image in his mind of you being very... Domestic. Submissive. Frilly little clothes and aprons and cleaning things and making food, it's very cute and gives him a weird sense of dominance that will inevitably turn to arousal - something about the whole ownership and submission aspect of seeing you walk around in those clothes, doing your little chores makes him really want to grab you and bend you over the nearest surface and just - well, you get the idea.
And he's not gonna listen to your whining, either, even if you're a naturally tomboyish person. You could have been the roughest adventurer there was out there, all ragged and getting covered in scrapes and climbing mountains and fighting monsters, but that's in the past, now. Now, is time for you to give that lifestyle up, in favor of a better one, one that will make you happier... if you just let it.
How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?
He's yes and no, but mostly yes in theory. It fits into his little housewife fantasy and he feels it would be a good way to keep you attached to him. It would make you less likely to leave, it would give you something to do all day, you'd be happy. He's a bit worried about his own capabilities, though. He's not super empathetic and he's not very talkative. Ultimately, it would probably end up an accident that results from the aforementioned breeding kink.
What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?
Another one kind of like Razor, he's not gonna think it out too much, but holy fuck, if he's mad, just fucking feels like a punishment in and of itself. You'll realize just how much he's holding back on the regular when you see what it's like when he hold nothing back. It's bruising, it's brutal, and it's a little frightening to witness that kind of raw strength. He'd be one to pick you up into the air completely, holding your whole body up with his arms, forcing you to cling to him so as to not fall while he bounces you up and down on him. And really, once you account for the affect of gravity, so it's slamming into you at unprecedented force, and fuck, it's likely horribly painful, even if that pleasure is still there.
If he's exceptionally mad, he's another one willing to belt you, and while he'll certainly get off to it, it's something he'll only do when he genuinely has a reason to punish you.
What body parts of their darling do they like the most?
Thighs. He likes hooking them over his shoulders, grabbing the fleshy soft parts with his hands, running his hands up and down the sides. One day, one you're comfortable enough, he'd really like to just lay his head down on them like a pillow, they look so soft. And he loves looking at them too, loves things that show just enough of the curve of your hips to your legs and the soft skin underneath.
#fellow diluc simps rejoice#for i am here to feed thy needs#yandere x reader#yandere genshin impact#yandere diluc#tw: noncon#tw: dark content#tw: misogyny#sorta?#chr: diluc
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BnHA Chapter 318: On Your Left
Previously on BnHA: The Hawksquad+Lurkers were all “well this sucks” and sat around a bit talking about how maybe they should actually come up with a new plan that is actually good, but then in the end they were like “nah.” Deku was all, “THERE’S SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE!! CONSUMING, CONFUSING!! THIS LACK OF SELF CONTROL I FEAR IS NEVERENDING. IT’S HAUNTING HOW I CANT SEEM TO FIND MYSELF AGAIN. MY WALLS ARE CLOSING IN.” Just, literally that whole entire song. All Might was all “Deku you should take care of yourself, try eating a thing,” and Deku was all “BYE, ALL MIGHT,” and just LEFT. He left!!! What the fuck!!!
Today on BnHA: Endeavor is all, “maybe if Deku didn’t listen to All Might he’ll listen to me instead.” Deku is all, “[doesn’t listen to Endeavor]” because, well, yeah. The Vestiges are all, “surprisingly, even we are a little concerned -- maybe you should get some rest, kid.” Deku is all, “((Ò ‸ Ó)).” The Vestiges are all, “holy shit.” Deku is all, “[wanders the ruined city streets terrifying the populace on account of him looking like Shelob had a baby with one of the Nazgul].” Some shriveled-up puppeteer villain asshole is all, “HORIKOSHI SAID IT’S MY TURN TO ATTACK DEKU TODAY SO I AM GOING TO SUMMON MY FRIGHTENED HELPLESS ATTACK MOB!!” Kacchan is all “WHADDYA MEAN THEY FOUND THE NERD!!! -- oh wait, that’s me, I found him. I found the nerd, you guys.” And just in time, too. I was about to owe a whole lot of people a whole lot of dollars.
so I have been super good about spoilers this week as always, but let me tell you guys, for the past 36 hours my dash filters have basically been nonstop “manga spoilers” this and “bnha 318” that, and so I’m coming in with a fair amount of hype here. your move, Horikoshi
oh, good! they got Endeavor to call Deku to try to talk him out of it. what a great and wonderful plan
“listen up kid, you haven’t slept since March and you are basically a walking biohazard right now, I’m just telling it like it is. didn’t you get shot like three times?? and there was a whole thing about how you urgently needed medical attention?? and supposedly we gave it to you, but I mean you haven’t even changed your clothes and don’t seem to have any fresh bandages or anything, so did we?? did we, really?? and also we all got blown up yesterday, so yeah.” hmm he’s making some reasonable points here you guys, but you sure do go on and on, Endeavor
oh he says foreign aid is finally on its way! I’m sure they’ll be very helpful. I mean in fairness they can hardly be worse than the home-grown heroes at this point
hey Enji, could you maybe try appealing to Deku the sixteen-year-old human boy, as opposed to Deku The World’s Last Hope? he does have value beyond his quirk. I know that’s always been an incredibly difficult concept for you to grasp, but could you maybe TRY, jesus
and also we’re worried about you as a person?? you’re just a kid and you’re pushing yourself way too hard?? you were going to say that part next, right. why the hell didn’t Hawks make this call instead
“don’t worry about me... I’m completely fine” Deku you do understand that saying it over and over again doesn’t actually make it true
and again with the rush!! all the rush rush rush!! we’re running out of time, we can’t let AFO and Tomura keep getting stronger, I have to end this now, there’s no time to rest, etc. etc. etc. just the constant pressure of this whole big countdown on top of everything else
holy shit, you KNOW it’s bad when even the Vestiges are telling him to chill
these guys are basically the walking talking embodiments of self-sacrifice; if even they’re telling him he needs to take five, then he must seriously be like half a step away from death’s door
OH SHIT LMAO
DIDN’T EVEN LET HIM FINISH HIS SENTENCE BEFORE HE SENT HIM INTO THE FUCKING SHADOW REALM WITH THAT FUCKING LOOK. HOLY FUCK. DIDN’T EVEN KNOW IT WAS POSSIBLE TO DIE TWICE. SHIT
(ETA: so I’m pretty sure this was just Danger Sense activating and so he cut them off to go do more hero stuff, but I’m gonna go ahead and stick to my original interpretation anyway lol.)
anyway so how’s everybody doing. we all good? En, you good? Banjou? Shino? I’m imagining you guys all curled up in a little ball on the floor right now lol. can’t say I blame you though, no shame
lmaoooooooooooo
“SHEESH.” sheesh indeed, lmao. “what in the FUCK was that”
see, this is why y’all need Kacchan. you need someone who’s not going to back down from him no matter what. if it’s a matter of out-stubborning Midoriya fucking Izuku, then there’s only one other person on the planet capable of that, and we all know it. don’t pretend like you don’t. I am not going to shut up about this! we’ve had our hurt so now what about SOME COMFORT, DAMMIT
“I’m afraid that he’s becoming influenced by my conscience” nah are you kidding Nana this is all 100% made-in-Japan pure original Deku right here
see, Banjou gets it. “that kid, he’s totally going on his own.” exactly. this was so inevitable it was basically scientific law
“well I for one don’t see the problem with Deku being so obsessed with saving everyone else that he pushes himself until his body and soul literally fall apart” okay, whose speech bubbles are these?? we’re about to have words
lol of course
well you always did prefer the direct route didn’t you. but even you can’t possibly think this is okay lol
dark AU!Kacchan please tell us more about your badass doomed timeline in which everything went to shit and you apparently had the same character arc that Deku is having right now except it somehow made you sexier instead of turning you into a rabid t-rex. I have so many questions
oh so now you want to help??? well -- good, actually. sorry if that sounded offended just now lol
(ETA: so at first when I got to the end of this chapter I was wondering if Katsuki B. had somehow summoned his alternate-universe counterpart through trippy OFA space telepathy lol. but in the original Japanese there’s no reference to “we”, so this appears to be a mistranslation. this line should probably read more like “if there’s something/someone out there that would be able to complement/complete the current Midoriya Izuku [it would be]…” which, oh hello, is that Horikoshi once again reaffirming that Deku and Bakugou complete each other lol. “guess what guys, the Vestiges ship it too" heck yeah. they know what’s up!)
look how admiring his boyfriends are. HORIKOSHI GIVE US THE REST OF THIS BACKSTORY ALREADY GODDAMMIT
“meanwhile somewhere in the depths of the ruined city, Deku was having a dance-off with the villains”
I like how the villains all have this “AHH WHAT THE FUCK” kind of body language to them lol. I mean if it were me, and an eldritch horror suddenly clawed its way from the shadows with its writhing glowy tentacles and pants-shitting nuclear death stare, I would probably just die on the spot. no need to stick around. only pain awaits
lol for a minute I thought this was Can’t Ya See-kun and I was like “WHAT A FASCINATING CROSSING OF PATHS” but it’s just some random girl
he seems genuinely confused lol
Deku it’s because you look like something that crawled out of a sewer drain, sweetheart
lol they just took his word for it?
so trusting. even though they’re immediately hauling ass anyway just to be safe lmao
“my appearance is frightening to others” no shit Deku it’s because you look like a fucking alien exorcism. you look like a Lich that got caught up in an oil spill my dude
NO NOT THE CHOSEN ONE ANGST AGAIN
I RAN OUT OF ESSAY JUICE FOR THIS ALREADY HORIKOSHI!! I’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT IT FOR MONTHS NOW WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG!! BUT ANYWAYS, GOOD!! I MEAN, BAD, THOUGH, OBVIOUSLY. BUT YES
“ENJOY THIS MONTAGE OF DEKU BATTLING A RANDOM KAIJU AND WANDERING THE WOODS LIKE A DERANGED GREEN BABA YAGA” okay yes but sir, exactly how much longer is this going to go on. if it’s a matter of you wanting to make sure we get it, let me assure you that aside from a few stray chuunis who think that Deku embracing the Darkness is the coolest thing he’s ever done, all of us here in fandom fully comprehend that this is Not Good
-- OH SO IT’S LIKE THAT
really. with the flashbacks to his loved ones’ smiling faces and everything. not even gonna try to aim above the belt, huh
AND NO KACCHAN??! NO CLASSMATES?!?! IS HE PURPOSELY NOT THINKING OF THEM??? OR ARE THEY BEING SAVED FOR THE NEXT PAGE??? SO HELP ME, IF THE NEXT PART OF THIS SENTENCE IS “CAN PROTECT THEM”, OR EVEN WORSE, “CAN SEE THEIR SMILING FACES AGAIN”, I...
WHAT DID I JUST SAY
(ETA: my man did Sero and Kaminari fucking dirty lmao. I miss their smiling faces too omg.)
the sheer, unparalleled irony of him saying this while he stands there looking like the gargoyle demon from Fantasia got crossed with an umbrella that got struck by lightning. Deku :(
oi who the fuck is this clown
is he controlling this mob with his evil hair. “what if I made an exhausted, running-on-fumes Deku battle a brainwashed mob at Ground Zero.” Horikoshi do you just have like a checklist of horrible things you want to do to your protagonist
easy there Sasori
well joke’s on you buddy because he’s apparently “completely fine”, so
“here’s to hoping that you know more about AFO’s location than the others” jesus christ Deku you really have hung your mercy out to dry huh
now he’s forcing his mob of terrified prisoners to attack Deku ahhhh. sucks to be them. at least they’re not being controlled by bees
so Deku is saying that Sasori’s control can be broken with “physical trauma.” similar to Shinsou’s quirk I guess. but so does that mean he’s gonna have to hurt them? ( •﹏•)
NO NOT MORE SAD EYES
“DEATH BY EMPATHY!!!” HORIKOSHI NO
fuck. he looks like he’s on the verge of passing out
this is what happens when you nerf a character’s self-preservation stats in favor of spamming their bone-breaking stats instead. NOW ACCEPTING BRAIN CELL DONATIONS FOR A BOY IN NEED!! with your loving generosity we can hopefully help him live to the ripe old age of seventeen
OMGFGGG
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[grabs your hands] ლ(*꒪ヮ꒪*)ლ [swings you in a circle] へ(ﾟ◇ﾟへ)
THASSSSSSSS WHATSSSSSSS UPPPPPPPPPP
HORIKOSHI REALLY SAID FUCK THAT MASK (ノ°ο°)ノ YOU FINALLY LEARNED!! IT’S CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!!!
JUST FOR YOU KACCHAN, HORIKOSHI LEFT THIS ONE BAD GUY WHO’S STILL WEAK TO FIRE. GOD BLESS
IT’S YOUR COUNTERPART, KATSUKI B!!!! HOW WE DOIN OVER THERE IN THE TRIPPY COSMIC OFA SPACE REALM LOL. DO WE BELIEVE YET, FANDOM???
LIGHTS!!!!
INSTANT RESULTS!!! IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE!!!
(ETA: imagine what this must look like to Deku though. he’s been caught up in this dark cloud of despair and exhaustion that’s been building up over... I’m gonna go ahead and say “weeks”, because yeah. and now he finds himself here, in the place where All Might’s legacy ended and the torch was passed to him. and the world is in ruins, and he’s surrounded by frightened people who are all trying to hurt him -- because who isn’t trying to hurt him, these days -- and he’s scrambling to figure this all out, but meanwhile the weariness is finally starting to catch up to him, and so he’s basically just standing there in a fog of complete and utter misery.
and then all of a sudden through that haze, he hears the one voice that’s more familiar than any other that he knows. like, I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he thought he was just imagining it at first. Kacchan showing up to save him right when he’s at his most desperate and feeling the most alone. Kacchan, showing up to save him.
this is the person he always looked up to as a child (to be fair he was quite a strange child lmao). the person who was even closer to him than All Might. the person he always thought was amazing. and bam, here he is now. appearing in the sky out of nowhere to one-shot the bad guy with a single blast (which, btw, that was his armor-piercing attack too lmao dslkjlk take it easy there kiddo). like, that must have felt absolutely surreal to him, especially coming at a time when he’s already half-delirious and barely hanging on to reality. he must have really thought that he was losing it there for a second.
but he’s really there. it really is him. and for this brief moment -- before the rest of the situation catches up to him, and he remembers about all of the fucked-up AFO stuff, and remembers why he was so afraid and why he was pushing everyone away -- for just this one brief moment, he’s too exhausted and stunned to do anything except to just react. just stands there, looking up at him in awe.
and you know, it almost reminds me of...
just. you guys. the character development. the freaking character development. someone who brings reassurance. someone who shows up and makes you think, “oh, it’s all going to be okay now, because [person] is here.” the role reversals. the growth. the payoff!! because who is the one person who always had faith that Kacchan would one day grow up to become an amazing hero like that. WHO IS IT. YOU ALREADY KNOW.
omg. anyways, bless you Horikoshi, my feels which have been on backorder since fucking September have finally arrived lmao. yes, good, thank you. worth the wait. it is always, always worth the wait. fuck yeah.)
“LOWFRIES” SO YOU’RE TELLING ME THE WHOLE GANG IS HERE, AHHHHHHHH (º̩̩́⌣º̩̩̀ )
BEAUTIFUL. WONDERFUL. SENSATIONAL. I DON’T EVEN CARE THAT JUMP IS ON BREAK NEXT WEEK. THIS RIGHT HERE WILL SUSTAIN ME
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Hey, I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if you could write a small drabble with either Iida or Endeavor comforting a male reader who’s having a bad day that’s all
yes you can, infact make it a double i gotchu with both ✌
endeavor (enji todoroki) and iida tenya comfort for their boyfriend after a bad day drabble
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burning low:
it was a long day at work and you couldn't be more glad that the day was over. as soon as you got home, a loud shout came from your boyfriend who was just casually resting in the bedroom.
"SHOTOO-"
"hey enji…i'm home."
"oh, welcome home y/n"
before you could respond more to enji, you fell face first onto the ground, completely missing the bed you were supposed to fall on.
"oh my god- are you ok dear?" enji said as he picked you up from the ground and put you down on the bed.
"fucking hell… just not my day. simply, not my day today."
"you look exhausted, did something happen at work today? you usually aren't this tired after patrolling."
"yah today was alright… nothing too hectic, i guess... if you exclude me accidentally running into a stop fire hydrant while chasing a villian, children playing around and letting the villain escape, my favorite bread store closing, my interns being busy today, and me having to take over hawks' shift because that stupid chicken is busy today."
enji stared at you bluntly trying to process all the things you just said, not being able to tell if you were trying to be sarcastic.
"that definitely does not sound like ‘nothing too hectic’ to me."
"ugh i know…today just can’t get any better can it." you said while rolling to your side on the bed.
enji's neutral expression turned into a small frown, feeling bad he couldn't help you during patrol because it was his day off. your boyfriend wasn't the talkative type but instead proves his love to you through actions. he got up from the bed and grabbed your pajamas to change you into them. after that, enji gently put a blanket over you and layed down next to you, staring into your beautiful eyes, the ones that he fell for.
enji definitely wasn't the best at comforting people so all he could think of at the moment was to pull you in for a tight hug.
"e-enji? are you ok?" you asked, surprised at the sudden embrace from your boyfriend.
"yah i'm alright, i just want you to know you did really well today. i'm so proud of you for doing all that by yourself today without anyone's help. i'm sorry i wasn't there to help you but i wish that i was.
you felt a warm sensation in your heart after hearing these words from your boyfriend who is sought out to be cold and harsh by the public.
"thank you enji…" you said as you gave him a small peck on the cheek, feeling his spiky moustache against your skin.
"please don't hesitate to tell me if anything is wrong. after all, i am the number 1 pro hero as of right now…if i can't even solve my own boyfriend's problems, how am I supposed to solve the world's problems?"
you hugged enji tight, clinging onto his broad shoulders which gave you the ever so loved feeling of security. you also snuggled into enji's neck a little while placing another gentle kiss on his neck.
"enji, i love you. thank you for being here for me, i really do appreciate it."
"i love you yoo y/n, sleep well dear."
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bad days:
you were resting in your dorm after a long day, classes and training had really drained you today and you did not have a single drop of energy to do anything else. the fact that all the things listed above went horrible did not help either. training was hellish today, you were working your ass off while some of your other classmates were just chilling around doing absolutely nothing. the lesson aizawa taught today was also extremely confusing and you understood probably barely a quarter of what you were supposed to learn today.
while stressing about academics you thought about your boyfriend iida and how you might go ask him for help later. he's one of the best students in class afterall and he's always more than happy to help you, or anyone for that matter.
speak of the devil, you heard a urgent knock on the door and you already knew who it was. the classic three quick knocks couldn't have been anyone else other than iida.
"y/n! are you busy at the moment?"
"nope, not at all. doors open too you can come in if you want." you said with your face covered in a pillow.
"alright i'm coming in."
tenya entered your room to find you laying lazily face down on your bed. usually your pretty excited to see him so he wondered if something was wrong.
"y/n! you look tired, are you ok? do you want me to grab you some water or food? you haven't eaten yet have you. i can go get you something from the vending machine-"
not letting iida finish his sentence you sat up and pulled iida in for a hug.
"thank you iida but… if there's one thing that can make me feel better it would be you." you said as you held your boyfriend tighter.
iida was a pretty dense person but not dense enough to not even read what's happening right now. his boyfriend is clearly upset about something and wants relief.
"don't worry y/n, i'm here for you. i'm not going anywhere."
hearing those reassuring words made you loosen your grip a little and relax a bit.
"would you like to tell me what's wrong? i'm here to listen." your boyfriend as he held your shoulders and stared into your eyes.
reluctantly, you told iida about the things that's been bothering you. the entire time he sat there listening to you not distracted a single bit.
"training was absolutely exhausting today…we were the group that has to work today and aizawa did not leave a single shred of mercy."
iida nodded his head as he continued to listen to you talk about your head.
"which reminds me actually, i barely got anything that aizawa said in class today. i was wondering if you could help me with it later if you had time."
"of course i can! i understood the material today, it definitely was a little bit tricky but i can still help you with it no problem."
a gentle smile appeared on your face after hearing your boyfriend's kind words. he might not be the most romantic at all but he sure knows how to make you feel better.
"more importantly y/n… i want you to know how proud of you i am! you survived all that today and you still have that beautiful smile on your face. everyone has bad days and today might have been one of those for you. however i guarantee you bad days won't last! not if i'm here with you. i, iida tenya, will make my boyfriend, y/n, l/n the happiest he can be to the best of my ability, i promise."
"thanks tenya… i really couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend than you y'know that?" you said as you held onto iida's hand, making him blush a little.
"s-same here. now! let's help you with that homework!"
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Exactly What You Wanted
CW: Drunk whumpee, referenced drug use, abuse survivor lashing out, low-level ptsd, rough recovery drabble, some references to dubcon and noncon
Timeline: During the years of Kauri’s Poor Life Choices
“Come on, baby,” Kauri says, in a voice like a deep rumbling purr, tilting his head just right, putting all that heat and warmth he doesn’t really feel into his eyes. He’s a good liar, he’s a great liar, and the booze in his veins and whatever that guy gave him two hours ago make him feel unstoppable. “Take me back.” He pauses, then giggles, and he knows they love to hear him laugh, they always love to hear him laugh.
He can laugh with a knife to his throat, he can laugh with his legs spread, he can laugh when every other trainee would be screaming, if they were in his place.
Jake, though, Jake doesn’t like the laugh. He doesn’t like the heat in Kauri’s eyes. He doesn’t like the voice, or the head-tilt, or any of it. He just sets his jaw, looking around the bar as if checking for witnesses, and Kauri can’t stop laughing at how comically serious he is.
“Oh my god.” Kauri giggles again, puts his hands over his mouth. The bar is spinning around him, the colors are liquid bleeding into each other, he can feel the air move over his skin, like someone touching him. “You look like you ate a lemon.”
“I have class tomorrow, Kauri,” Jake says, voice sharp and flat somehow both at once, and he grips Kauri by the arm, pulling him towards the exit. A few of the guys at the table Kauri was sitting at boo loudly at the loss of Kauri’s sparkling brilliance - or maybe just at losing the way he’d been sitting in their laps one by one just to feel their arms around him. “I don’t mind taking you home-”
“Not my hooooome,” Kauri singsongs, but he lets himself be pulled. Jake’s hand on his arm feels nice. All of it feels nice, all touch, anyone’s hands mouth whatever they want on him, it’s nice.
Means he’s wanted.
Means he’s real.
Jake exhales, rubbing his free hand over his face. He looks tired, doesn’t he? Kauri can suddenly see those dark circles under his eyes, the way his hair is all mussed up from a pillow.
“I woke you up,” Kauri says as they leave, the stale heat and booze-smell from inside the bar giving way to cooler, fresher air outside. He lets Jake pull him down the sidewalk, looking up at him. He nearly walks into someone going the opposite way, until Jake pulls him to the side. “You, you were asleep when the phone rang.”
“Yeah,” Jake says roughly. His shirt’s on inside-out - Kauri hadn’t noticed that before, either. He must have rolled out of bed and changed out of his pajamas without even taking time to check.
Kauri called for a ride and Jake didn’t waste a second.
“My car’s a few lots down,” Jake says, not looking at him as they walk. Kauri hums, taking in the beauty of the streetlights with their halos like angels hovering over the road, lighting the sidewalk. Someone calls his name and Kauri waves, trying to go give her a hug, but Jake’s grip on his arm stops him. It stops him, and makes his heart beat faster. “If we hurry, we can get back by 3, I can sleep til 6:30 if I pay for parking tomorrow instead of taking the bus.” He sounds like he’s already worked this all out for himself, and maybe he has. Maybe he talked through it the whole way here.
Kauri thinks of Jake talking to himself, planning out his day at a stoplight, and starts laughing again. Once he starts laughing, he can’t stop. They pass a small park, a kind of courtyard between two businesses, and Kauri puts up a hand, collapsing onto a bench. He can’t stop the giggling bubbling up out of him.
Jake all serious-faced, checking his phone, I can be asleep by 3:30, I can do this, I can do that, his whole planned life and his classes and Kauri is drunk at a bar and he’s high at a bar he did some stuff with a guy in a bar and he’s calling for a ride back from the bar-
“Kauri, come on.” Jake’s voice is weary, not just tired, not just sleepy, but exhausted. By the night, and by Kauri himself. “I don’t have time, I have to go to sleep.”
“You’re as stupid as I am,” Kauri says when he can get control of himself enough to speak, and there’s still laughter edging his voice, slightly breathless. “You know that? You’re a fucking moron just like me. Doing this. You’re so fucking stupid, we’re both so fucking stupid, Jake.”
“Kauri, you’re not stupid. I’m not talking about this here with you-”
“Why do you do this? Huh?” Kauri shakes his head, sweaty black curls sticking to his forehead in a sudden chill as a breeze ruffles them. He can feel his hair at the back of his neck, too, pressing there. Not the weight of a collar, but a memory of one anyway. “Why do you answer when I call?”
Jake swallows, rubs at his face again. “Because I want to-”
“No. No, that’s not it. No, you answer because I’m your fucking... your charge, right? Your ward. Because you feel sorry for me.” Kauri giggles, but there’s no real humor in it now. “I’m pitiful.”
“It’s not like that. You’re in pain-”
“Oh, shove your fucking psych-talk, Dr. Stanton.” Kauri shakes his head, leaning his back against the metal curve of the bench, looking straight up. In the city there are no stars, only a faint glow of lights making even the night sky just a little orange around the edges. “That’s what it is, right? You feel sorry for us, so you get to be the big hero, and we’re the pretty little pets grateful for whatever crumbs of mercy you throw-”
“Kauri. Stop it.” Jake’s voice snaps, and he leans in closer, and Kauri breathes in the fear that hearing an angry male voice lights in him, lets it spark his nerves with the booze and the everything else already there. “I’m not doing this because I feel sorry for anyone. Okay? Get up, we’re going home.”
“It’s. Not. My. Home.” Kauri meets Jake’s eyes this time, his own a sparkling, crackling blue flame, and Jake’s stony silent ocean, nearly gray in the darkness. “It’s not. You like this, huh? You like getting to show up and save the damsel in distress? Yeah?”
“Kauri, I would give anything to be fucking asleep right now-”
“But you didn’t. You got right up when I called, and that’s why you’re as stupid as I am. I’m brainless because they beat all my brains out of me, Jake - beat and fucked and drugged ‘em all out, left me all sweet and pretty and pointless for whoever paid the price - why are you stupid? Huh?”
Jake’s jaw works. “Kauri-”
“You’re stupid because you think I’m gonna stop being like this. You’re stupid because you think I can get better.”
“You can-”
“No, I can’t. I like me this way.” Kauri snorts, looks down his hands, but they’re shaking a little, and he doesn’t like that. He can’t feel them shaking but he can see them shaking.
“I don’t think you do,” Jake tries, but his voice is getting ragged along the edges, and Kauri knows he’s pushing too far but he can’t stop himself now. “I think you want to get better and you just need more time.”
“Time?” Kauri laughs, and people walking by look over at them briefly, at the mess on the bench and the big tough man leaning over him. Kauri gives a little wave, I see you eavesdropping, assholes, and they hurry past. “Maybe this is fucking it, huh? What you see is all that’s left of me. What do you do then?”
Jake stares down at him. “I keep coming to pick you up anyway.”
“Oh, you’re just the best. Huh? The absolute pinnacle of fucking manhood. Jake Stanton, guardian angel and patron saint of the fucked-up messes that fall on your doorstep,” Kauri sing-songs, clapping his hands together in a mockery of prayer, eyes rolling back to the sky. “At least I’m nice to look at, huh? Got that going for me. I mean, it’s pretty much all I’ve got going for me, good fucking looks and pretty mouth and my tongue knows how to do that thing-”
“Kauri-”
“Used to be popular, in training,” Kauri says, leaning forward now, licking at his lips. Like Jake is the prey this time, like Kauri for once isn’t the one being held down but the one doing the holding. “Used to be a favorite. Only one way you get to be anyone’s favorite in training, Jake, and it’s not by being smart. Face it, Stanton, you got a hopeless case on your hands, you’re a big saintly perfect hero getting in your car after midnight to get your chaste savior rocks off with a fucking whore who won’t stop, who can’t stop, who will never get any better than this-”
“Kauri, for the love of God, stop it!” Jake’s voice raises finally, and Kauri flinches back against the bench. Adrenaline pulses all at once through his veins, heart racing, and he feels a mix of terror and a mean, cruel, small victory.
Made him mad. I made him mad. Now he’ll be just like everyone else. Now he’ll hurt me. Now he’ll see why Owen had to.
But Jake doesn’t get closer, doesn’t shove a finger in Kauri’s face, doesn’t grab him by his shirt or his arm or his hand, doesn’t slap him doesn’t hit doesn’t scream. All he does is sigh, and look away, down the street in the direction he must have left his car. His shoulders shift. Kauri can see the anger in him, but it doesn’t rise, it isn’t wielded. It... fades, after a second, and leaves behind a weary look. An emotion Kauri can’t read. “Kauri. I’m not doing this. I’m not having this fight, not this late, not now. If you want to argue this in the morning, fine, but... god. I need to go home, okay?”
“Then go home,” Kauri says. He feels tears in his eyes, suddenly, and he can’t understand why. “Leave. No one’s stopping you.”
“You called me to come get you,” Jake says, but he knows where this is going, Kauri can see it in the way his shoulders slump, in how his hand moves into his pocket to dig his keys out. “Just come get in the car, okay? If you want to argue all the way home, it’s fine, but-”
“I already told you it’s not my fucking home. Go, Jake. I’m sorry I called. I won’t call you again.”
“Yes, you will.” Jake looks at him, an expression of almost comical confusion and hurt, and Kauri’s heart aches. “You will, right?”
But he sets his jaw. “No, I won’t. Don’t worry, I can handle myself.”
“Did you call me out here just to start a fight, Kaur?”
Kauri doesn’t know how to answer, because he hadn’t, but now that he has started a fight he doesn’t want to admit it was an accident. He just swallows back the apology that tries to find its way out, forces it down. He sits back against the bench and shrugs, crossing his arms in front of himself.
The silence draws out.
As though the silence in itself said something - and maybe it did, really - Jake nods, finally, and pulls his keys out from his pocket. “Fine. I’m sorry it went this way tonight. Please... please call me.”
Kauri doesn’t answer, because if he opens his mouth, he’ll apologize for doing this, he’ll beg Jake not to hate him for it, and he can’t do that. He doesn’t know why, but there’s a rock in his mind blocking him from taking the first step to mend the break he made.
“Get some sleep, Saint Stanton. Maybe I’ll be pathetic enough to call you in the morning. We can go back to pretending you give a fuck about who I am as a person and not just as the little rescue who needs you. Make up for whatever fucked you up before that makes you want to work with us.”
That hits home. Kauri sees Jake wince, sees his hurt feelings written all over his face. Sees Jake consider arguing, give up. Sees the second Jake decides to stop trying.
That’s right. Stop trying. I’m not worth it. I don’t deserve you.
Kauri tries to feel that sense of victory from before, but all he feels now is cold - and as Jake turns and walks away, the cold slips from his heart into his fingertips, all the way down to his toes.
Cold, and alone.
“Congratulations,” He whispers to himself, watching Jake’s back as he walks away, until he turns a corner and is gone. “Good job, Kauri Grant. You got exactly what you wanted.”
Now all he wants is to take it back.
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to you, to the world, to my love (you’re all three)
synopsis: midoriya has always had too much love to give in a world that loved to take. you’re just hoping that he has enough left for you in the end.
pairing: midoriya izuku x reader
genre: fluff with a touch of angst
warnings: some insecurity
word count: 2.5k
notes: happy valentine’s day, everyone! this is my contribution for the pocuties server collab, based off the greek types of love, of which i had the honor of receiving izuku and decided upon agape please help yourself to the box of chocolates they’re offering for valentine’s, there’s a wide selection of chocolates handmade by talented creators, so i’m sure you’ll find something to your taste! tbh i only managed to finish this fic because i was watching chan’s valentine’s vlive and i was in a super soft mood ;3;
extra: agápe - the ancient greek concept of selfless, universal love.
“Making his debut in the pro hero scene, Pro Hero Deku is blazing a trail straight out of UA—”
“—Pro Hero Deku solved an astounding 30 cases in the past month—”
“Deku’s popularity is skyrocketing, rivaling that of—”
“Hero Deku—”
“Deku—”
“Pro Hero Deku has swept the hero rankings to come out on top as Number 1!”
With a resolute ‘click’ of the remote, the reporters’ overlapping voices cut off as the TV screen faded away, your lonely reflection staring back at you from the blank screen. You, curled up on your empty couch, in your empty apartment with the clock striking what should have been dinner. The TV was only there in an attempt to drown out the crushing silence, the white noise—hellbent on filling the space his presence had left—was deafening.
That attempt failed.
Horribly.
If anything, it just made the sense of wrongness permeating the air even worse.
(That TV recap of his best moments didn’t help as much as you hoped it would.)
Being alone in this apartment felt… off. As if someone had gouged out what should’ve been there, the ghost of a presence settling a chill into your bones that ran far deeper than just plain loneliness. The foreboding grief of what could be, the fear that you’d resigned yourself to the moment you agreed to follow him on this path, the selfishness gnawing at your conscience every time you saw him run out the door to save the next person, to solve the next case.
Things like an All Might coffee mug sitting primly next to yours on the drying rack, garishly yellow “tufts” staring back at you with a cracked vengeance. (You’d apologized profusely to him that day, promising to buy him another one. He’d just smiled over his cracked cup of coffee, telling you not to worry about it for the hundredth time.)
Things like his haphazard mess of notes and scrawl spread out on the kitchen counter, the pen sitting next to the half finished page. (You’ve long since learned to leave his notes be, they’ll be tidied up once he’s done… if he’s ever truly done.)
The filled queue of movies and pile of DVDs you’d picked out together, giddy over plans to watch the next time he had a free night. (You remember pretending not to notice him trying to slip another hero documentary near the bottom of the pile, distracting you with talks of popcorn and the night that was supposed to be tonight.)
Deku. The man the world adored, clinging to his promise like a lifeline in times of need.
Midoriya Izuku. The man you loved, who promised you the world.
“It’ll be okay, I’m here.”
His soft promise echoed both in the battlefield and in your darkest hours, a close mirror to a hero of a generation past, yet it was different. It was his own. Comforting, personal, and wholly him. The public, weak and grasping for new support, latched on to the small sliver of hope his hand offered and he just kept giving, giving, giving. It never seemed to stop, and you were scared.
He was a man with a bleeding heart with all the love to give and more. To the civilians, to the villains, to anyone in need.
Now, you needed his promise more than ever. A reassurance whispered into reunions and the thousandth hospital visit, over fresh scars and searing kisses. A promise that he would come home. You didn’t want to think of all the times he came so, so close to breaking that promise, even before you two had made it, before you two had even promised yourselves to each other in your UA days.
You pulled the blanket a little tighter around you, staring down at your phone with no real intent in mind as you scrolled. The video playing one of his interview clips (bashfully reciting his “catchphrase,” how cute) cut his voice short as you scrolled past to move on to the next, wincing at the next tweet on your timeline. Him, battered and bloody, as he pulled a child from the aftermath of the battle he’d just won.
You still need to wrap that new mug you got him as a gift. You still had to listen to him bounce his ideas off of you. You still had to move that hero documentary to the top of the pile. You still—
“Hero Deku saves 30 people, no casualties,” A soft murmuring of the headline shattered the silence, and you smiled to yourself, giggling at all the replies joking of how he threw himself into the fray a little more responsibly and singing their praises.
It’ll be okay.
“Ugh, those reporters are at it again.”
At your best friend’s exasperated groan, you followed their gaze over to see— ah.
A small swarm of reporters had worked their way into the fans crowding your boyfriend, their press badges reading every tabloid magazine on this side of the city and prying questions falling off their tongue like poison. From what you could hear over their overlapping clamoring, they were trying to dig into his private life.
Again.
Deku, the darling of the masses, all sweet smiles and sincere words amidst his strength. Deku, the number one hero with the tightest lock on his private life, which came as a surprise to both everyone and no one.
It was a given, considering his position at the peak of hero society.
It was also a complete shock, considering his tendency to ramble into tangents that had his PR team withering.
Which seemed to help in times like these, now that you thought about it, laughing to yourself as you watched the reporters’ expressions darken in defeat the longer he continued to talk around their questions. Quite a long stretch from stiffly standing on the practice stage at UA all those years ago, frozen from nerves. You idly mused to this to yourself, taking a sip of your drink as you dragged your gaze back over to your best friend.
“Did you choose this cafe because it’s right along Izuku’s patrol route?” They stiffened, and you couldn’t help but laugh at their obvious intentions.
“Maybe, or it could’ve been just a coincidence.” The next teasing jab was halfway off your tongue when they cut you off before you could give into the urge, the words dying in your throat. “When was the last time you saw him anyway? I know you two live together but Todoroki told me he practically lives at the agency with how swamped they are. Are you okay?”
You purse your lips, staring down at the ice swirling around in your cup as you idly stirred it round. As if the sloshing liquid could whisper the answer you wish you knew.
“...Yeah.” They cocked a brow, and you took another sip to try and delay your time. “It’s not like either of us can help it. Izuku’s number one, so this was bound to happen.”
(The clamoring from the reporters grew ever louder. Persistent, that bunch.)
Their expectant (doubting) gaze was met with your own steady one, and you smiled. Whether it was out of consolation or resignation was anyone’s guess.
“We’re okay, I promise.”
You should really be getting to sleep.
Really, you should.
At least, that’s what you’ve been telling yourself for the past several hours, tossing and turning in your bed with nothing but winter-cold sheets and a gnawing loneliness to keep you company. You know you should be sleeping when the clock on the bedside table reads an ungodly hour and there was work to be done in the morning. You know you should be sleeping when the moon disappears from the night sky and leaves you with nothing but the city lights to dimly illuminate the dark room.
You really know you should be sleeping when you hear the front door click open, Izuku shuffling around the apartment to get ready for whatever minimal amount of sleep he’d get before he had to be up and running soon after.
Despite this, sleep still refuses to come, and you don’t bother pretending to be asleep when he slides into bed next to you. Instead, you turn over and curl into his chest, stifling the guilt that bubbles up when he jumps in surprise.
“Something keeping you up?” Oh, he sounds so tired, and part of you wishes you could just make it all go away. The weight of the world rests heavy on his shoulders, and deep down, you wonder if you’re part of that burden. You curl a little closer, as if trying to smother the thoughts that crashed upon you, spilling over the crack in the dam that only widened the more you spoke.
“Jus’ a little lonely, is all.” Your voice is too quiet, brittle, and you pray to every deity that would listen that he would drop it. That he wouldn’t take on yet another burden when he was already carrying Altas’s share of the world.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
Of course, the gods are hardly ever so merciful—to them you are just another wishful mortal in the realm of the holy and damned—and Izuku’s hand rests on your cheek with a tenderness that makes you want to cry.
“...Why?”
The confusion that falls over his expression (gaunt, tired, and God, should you even be doing this right now?) is immediate, and he tilts your face up to meet his gaze with yours, like he could find the answer in city lights dancing over your face. His thumb strokes soft patterns over your cheek—as if brushing off the layers you’d built to protect your soul—and you lean into his soft touch with a sigh.
“Why what?”
The words spill from your lips unbidden, your hesitations softened by the comfort of his touch, the sudden drowsiness, and the emotion that near overwhelms you.
“Why do you still try to do everything yourself? When there’s so many people out there, ready to support you?” His breath hitches in shock, but it’s too late to go back now. You reach up to hold the hand cradling your cheek, distantly remembering a time when he was too insecure of his scarred and crooked hands to even hold your hand.
He’s come a long way, indeed.
“I love you, Izuku. I just don’t know if that can hold up against your love for the world.”
Something in his gaze softens, to your surprise. His smile is even softer.
“What would you do if you’re both?”
“Wh— Izuku—”
He continues, and you listen, raptured by his words spoken into the glow of the blue hour.
“Yes, I know that at the end of the day, peace and safety has to come first, but—” His smile widens into something bashful, a smile that never failed to send butterflies scattering through your heart. “—who says you can’t be right along with them?”
He bumped his forehead with yours, smiling emerald eyes gazing into your own with such love—dizzying and overpowering and so, so warm. With the steady thrum of your heartbeat matching his, you found yourself falling even deeper once again.
“You know me, I can never compromise when it comes to what’s important to me.”
You laugh, something watery, as he presses a kiss to your forehead, temple, cheek, with a last, smiling kiss on your lips.
“How greedy.” He laughs into your lips, pulling away to hold you closer.
“Just for you.”
There’s so many things you could’ve said, as you watched the rest of the night sky fade into the deep blues of dawn. But, you decide, the comforting silence was best left as is, only broken by one resounding comfort.
It’ll be okay.
“You know, it would’ve been nice to know that you had taken the day off before I had that whole guilt spiral last night.”
“It turned out okay though, didn’t it?” He turned back to flash you that cheeky grin of his, half-hidden by his winter coat and backed by the glow of the setting sun. You just rolled your eyes with a laugh before jogging to catch up to him, slipping you hand out of your pocket to interlace your fingers with his.
“Yeah, it did.”
The walk was silent as you two strolled down the familiar path, winding down after a whole day spent with each other. It was romantic of him, now that you thought about it, to take the whole Valentine’s Day off just for you. You hummed as you leaned onto him, giddy and content at the thought.
In love, if you were to be so bold.
(Granted, he had to wear a mask and a cap the entire time to hide from the prying eyes of the public, but you made do.)
The sight of aged, familiar scenery pulled you from your musings, and you tugged at his hand to grab his attention, pointing at the quaint bench surrounded by bare gingko trees.
“Hey, wasn’t this the park where you confessed?” At your words, he froze and glanced over at the familiar scenery, eventually burying his face into his free hand with a groan once the old memories clicked in his head.
“Oh, don’t remind me. It’s still embarrassing to look back on.”
“What? I thought you were cute!” You laughed, nudging him to follow as you led him over to the small park, brushing off the dust to sit on the bench before patting the space next to you. Izuku obliged, and you almost automatically curled into his side, as if by habit.
“Did we really walk all the way here from the station?” His disbelieving tone made you look up at him, his expression one of nostalgic awe, before casting your attention back to the aged scenery, humming in agreement as you idly picked out what’s changed and what’s stayed in the years that have passed.
“I guess we never really forget, huh?”
“I forgot the sunset looked the best from here.”
“I hope you didn’t forget all the memories we made here.” He tore his attention from the sunset to gape down at you, scandalized.
“Of course not!”
“Really?” He arched a brow at the teasing lilt to your voice and the mischievous grin playing at your lips, “So you didn’t forget accidentally firing an Air Force shot at me when we first met because you were training?”
He buried his face in his hands again with another embarrassed groan.
“I hoped you would forget that, at least!” You just laughed, hugging him closer as if to console him from your teasing. Before long, the atmosphere settled back into a quiet reminiscence, indulging in the nostalgia of memories past in this little park. The silence that was once deafening alone, now softened by the comfort of his presence at your side.
“We’ve made so many memories in this park, huh?” At your soft hum of agreement, he continued. Was his voice shaking? “It wouldn’t hurt to make more, would it?”
“What do you me—”
Your question cut itself short as you saw what he held out to you.
A little velvet box, sitting open in his hand. You dragged your suddenly watery gaze back up to Izuku, his once bashful smile now wobbly with nerves.
So familiar in this little park, yet so new.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.”
It was just a small walk down memory lane, the street lights blinking on one by one in the wake of the fiery sunset as you two walked the familiar path together. Yet there was something buzzing anew in the air, humming through your soul as you held out your hand to the sun, admiring the way the gem on your ring finger sparkled in the fading sunset. In the other, you interlaced your fingers with his.
Yeah…
You caught Izuku’s soft gaze, smiling and in love.
We’ll be okay.
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Alex had both palms braced on the console, breathing deeply, and trying not to spiral into the hurricane of questions and horrifying scenarios his brain was making. He had to stay focused.
“What about the security cameras?” Liz said somewhere behind him.
“We checked them, there’s no hint where he could be,” Max said with a little edge. “Whoever did this knew exactly where to stand to keep hidden.”
“It was Mr. Jones,” Alex muttered, thinking. “It had to be.”
“He hasn’t woken up yet,” Liz was starting, but Alex cut her off.
“Not alone, but he did do this,” he said. “This is how my dad works. He uses people, whoever he needs to. He used Michael when he’d taken me, and now he’s used Mr. Jones.”
It wasn’t right, not completely, Alex knew. Something about this whole plan to take Michael and leave Mr. Jones behind felt off, it felt sloppy. His dad was many things, but not sloppy. The finer details though didn’t matter. All that mattered was that Michael was gone, and Alex was on the verge of losing his mind. Maybe he already had. That didn’t matter either.
“I want to talk to him,” Alex demanded. “See what he knows.”
“Alex,” Max started to shake his head, “we don’t know what he’s capable of, even under the pollen, he could be too dangerous to –”
“I’ve seen things that would give you nightmares, Max Evans,” Alex hissed, and the room fell silent. “Right now, the only danger you have to worry about is me. None of you know anything about interrogation, I’m taking over.”
It was not a request, and Max and Isobel didn’t hear it that way. They took Alex back to Max’s house, through his large living room, into the guest bedroom where Mr. Jones was being kept.
Alex had expected him to look like Max’s twin, but there was something unhinged in the darkness of his eyes that Max definitely didn’t have, a twisted curl to his mouth that said he knew Max and Alex were vibrating with fear for Michael, and that it made him happy.
“Well, well,” he said slowly, his voice hoarse despite the upward quirk of his lips. “Aren’t you a pretty one? I was wondering when I’d get to see you here, Jesse Manes Jr.”
“It’s Alex, actually,” Alex said, kneeling in front of Mr. Jones and peering up at him. There were dark circles around his eyes, his cheeks were hollow, his shoulders slumped with an undeniable exhaustion. There was a single needle wound in his neck.
“You took someone that belongs to me,” Alex said quietly, and Mr. Jones tilted his head, his eyes locked on Alex’s. “And I want him back.”
Mr. Jones started to laugh. It was breathy, his voice cracked, and it faded into a fit of coughs, but he was clearly amused, nonetheless.
“That’s sweet,” he murmured. “You’re sweet. I kinda like you.”
“Enough with your stupid games,” Max warned. “Tell us where my brother is, or you’re going to wish you were never born.”
Mr. Jones gasped mockingly. “Goodness me, brother. What’re you gonna do? Lecture me to death?” His laughs grew louder, stronger. “I know you too well. You put on the villain face, but in the end, you ‘aint got the nerve.” He looked down at Alex, and sneered, like his next words were the most insulting he could think of. “You’re heroes. You see the good in everyone, even a lunatic like Jesse Manes. Now that man is dark. View’s too limited though, too narrow-minded. Can’t see the big picture.”
Alex stared. “You won’t tell us where Michael is? That’s your final answer?” Mr. Jones opened his mouth to retort, but Alex coldly cut him off. “Keep in mind that this is your last chance to talk.”
Mr. Jones’ smile widened and he tilted his head. In a singsong voice, he responded, “Michael’s gonna diiii—eeee.”
Alex’s eye twitched. “Max,” he said, his voice unfamiliar to his own ears. “Can I have a minute please?”
Max must’ve known something bad was about to happen because he quietly responded, “Sure, Alex. Just don’t kill him.”
Alex clenched his jaw, his eyes unmoving from Mr. Jones. He wouldn’t kill him. Dead men couldn’t talk.
*
Max regretted leaving the second the door closed behind him. Isobel, Liz, and Kyle looked up from where they sat on the couch, waiting for an answer.
“Did you find out where Michael is?” Isobel demanded.
Max shook his head. “He won’t talk, no matter what I say.” He punched the wall. “He’s having too much fun.”
“I don’t get it,” Kyle shook his head. “Jesse Manes left him to get caught. How could he still be defending him?”
Max didn’t say his biggest fear; Mr. Jones didn’t care if Jesse had left him so long as he was killing Michael and the rest of them were suffering for it. He would have fun watching no matter what.
Kyle was staring at the guest bedroom door from his seat on the armrest, his arms crossed. “Why’s Alex still in there? Shouldn’t you help him? You’re the one with the powers.”
“Alex wanted a minute alone with him,” Max said, avoiding their eyes.
Liz, of course, noticed right away. “Max,” she said, “what aren’t you telling us?”
Max shook his head. Alex was just worried, they were all worried. He was fine. He opened his mouth to say that when Mr. Jones suddenly screamed.
The others shot to their feet, Isobel’s hands over her mouth, her eyes wide.
“Oh my god,” Liz breathed.
Oh my god was right, Max thought. That wasn’t any normal scream. It was one of pure and utter agony, like the scream of a man having his limbs slowly torn off.
Max took two long steps to the room when the screams suddenly cut off, and the door opened. Alex was wiping his bloody hand off on his jacket. Max stared. He was not the only one. That blood, they knew, was not Alex’s, but it covered his entire forearm like paint.
“Alex,” Kyle breathed, “what the hell –”
“Caulfield,” Alex said at once, already heading to the door. “He’s at Caulfield.”
It was too late to hide the look in his eyes. Max had seen something in Alex shatter, something dark, something frightening.
*
“Drive faster,” Alex said through clenched teeth.
“This is as fast as it’ll go, Alex,” Max said. Alex could feel him glancing. “If anything happened to Michael –”
“Don’t.”
“—We’d know,” he finished. “Okay? Isobel and I would’ve felt it. I would’ve felt it.”
Alex felt the smallest bit of reassurance. It was nothing compared to the overwhelming fear and discomfort at not having Michael in his arms, safe and sound. His hand, his fingers, his wrist and forearm, they were still stained with Mr. Jones’ blood. He could still feel the meat of the alien’s flesh as he dug his fingers into the needle wound at his neck, opening up the cut to fit his fingers, until Mr. Jones was screaming. His eyes wide, as though he’d never expected Alex to raise so much as a finger at him. He’d been wrong. He’d taken Michael.
He had no idea what he’d unleashed.
As if hearing his thoughts, Max quietly asked, “What’d you do to him?”
“Doesn’t matter,” was all Alex said, not wanting to linger on the familiar chill of his own voice.
When they reached Caulfield, they were careful to come in the same way they’d come when it had just been Michael, Alex, and Kyle. Alex held his gun up, as did Max. Kyle stayed on Alex’s other side, a taser in his and Liz’s hands while Isobel held her hands up in case of a sudden attack.
Getting in was difficult. It felt like every few feet, a guard came out to stop them. Alex knew these people were trying to keep Michael away from them, and wanted nothing more than to tear into them with his bare hands, but they needed to hurry. He shot each one in the shoulder or leg. There was more than one spot in the human body that rendered the rest of it paralyzed. He didn’t care if they screamed, if they bled out. As far as he was concerned, they’d signed their death warrants when they helped Jesse hide Michael from him. He was being merciful not doing worse.
They moved deeper and deeper into the facility, and by the end of it, it was him and Max with the most stains on their clothes and the more bruises. Better that way. They made it into a long, dark hallway that took them to a sealed room.
Through a small window, Alex could see Michael in a steel chair, his head dropping between his shoulders as an IV strip pumped something that looked a lot like the pollen’s serum and something else into his veins.
There was a keypad next to the door. Without missing a beat, Alex held his gun for Max to take and pulled out his phone.
“Michael!” Isobel called through the window, panicked, but it was no use. He wouldn’t be answering anybody.
“Can’t we break the door down?” Liz demanded.
“It’s reinforced steel and set up to self-destruct,” Alex muttered, typing rapidly on his phone. He knew that hacking software he’d created would come in handy sometime. “Look around you. This place is already falling apart from the last time someone tried to break in.”
“But you can get him out, right?” Max asked Alex.
“Yeah,” Kyle said without missing a beat. Alex could feel him staring. “Yeah, he can do it.”
A second. Two. Three. Four seconds of Alex hearing nothing but the blood rushing in his own ears and the held breaths of everyone around him. The keypad beeped, the steel hinges clicked, and the door swung open. Alex pushed it enough to run in and fall to his knees in front of Michael, yanking the strips out of his arm while Max and Isobel set to work on the cuffs that kept him in the chair.
“Hey,” Alex whispered, lifting his chin gently. “Hey, baby, can you hear me? Michael, look at me, can you hear me?”
Michael’s eyes were half-lidded and hazed. Michael made a soft “Hmm?,” and his gaze focused for a split second. He smiled sleepily.
“You,” he breathed, “you look . . . just like my Alex.”
A small cry escaped Isobel’s lips before she quickly stifled it. Liz put a hand on her back as Kyle undid the rope around Michael’s waist. Jesse was nowhere in sight. He must’ve run the second he heard them arrive, knowing the guards would do nothing but stall for time. None of it mattered.
Alex smiled at Michael. “I am,” he huffed a chuckle, his eyes burning. “I am your Alex. Okay, come on, give me your arm, lean on me.”
“Alex,” Kyle tried, “if your leg hurts, I can –”
Alex cut him a glare so sharp Kyle turned silent at once. He’d apologize for it later. Right now, he needed to feel Michael against him, and he trusted no one but himself to help get him out of this hellhole.
Michael was able to stand, though he leaned most of his weight on Alex, his other arm around Max. His face was in Alex’s hair and he inhaled.
He murmured, “You smell like him, too.”
“Come on, baby,” Alex encouraged, unwilling to ever let go again. “Come on, you can do it, just hold onto me.”
Alex’s fingers and toes had turned numb from the lack of movement in the last two hours, but he didn’t dare stand and walk around. He didn’t dare take his eyes off Michael until he woke up. He’d collapsed almost the second they’d gotten him into Max’s car, but Alex had kept a tight hold on him.
Max’s healing was useless against the pollen, and technically, Michael didn’t need a hospital, but Alex wanted Kyle to have access to whatever he needed to help him.
So they were pumping acetone into his veins instead of saline, they were monitoring his heart rate, even as, by the minute, it was getting better and better. And still, Alex kept close, kept watch, made sure no one but Kyle came in, no one but Kyle changed his IV bag and cleaned his wounds.
At one point, Kyle came in and put a hand on Alex’s shoulder. “Dude, you need to rest.”
“I’ll rest when he’s awake.”
“Alex –”
“Kyle,” Alex said, his voice clipped. “I’m not leaving him.”
A moment of silence, then, “Are you okay?”
“The man I love was kidnapped by my father, what do you think?”
“Alex.”
Alex glanced at Kyle, and the lump that had been in his throat since he first discovered Michael had gone missing lodged itself firmly in place now, forbidding him to breath steadily. His eyes burned and his lower lip trembled as a horrifying realization that he’d been keeping at bay surfaced now.
He whispered, “I’m just like him.”
“No,” Kyle said immediately. His voice was calm. “You’re not.”
“What I did to Mr. Jones,” he shook his head. “I would’ve killed every single guard in that prison without batting an eye.”
“No, you wouldn’t have.”
“Kyle –”
“You wouldn’t have.” Kyle sat down next to him. “Alex, you’re not your dad. All he ever thought about was himself. You did what you had to do to get Guerin back. Mr. Jones never would’ve told us where he was if you hadn’t – if you hadn’t done what you’d done.”
“I’d do anything for him,” Alex whispered, watching the way Michael’s chest rose and fell with his breaths. “Isn’t that a bad thing?”
“Maybe for some people,” Kyle shrugged a shoulder. “Not for you.”
Alex clenched his jaw. “I’m scared of what I’d become for him.”
“Who you always are is Alex,” Kyle said, and stood, ruffling Alex’s hair. “No matter what you become, that doesn’t change.”
With that, Kyle left them to be alone, and still Alex would not look away from Michael. He sniffled and reached out, taking Michael’s hand in both of his and holding tight.
The lump, the weight on his chest, the pain in his leg, he knew, wouldn’t go away until he got to see Michael was awake and safe. With the knowledge that he would be here all night, Alex squeezed Michael’s hand, and waited.
*
Michael opened his eyes to a white ceiling, white walls, and white sheets. A steady beep beep beep went on somewhere behind him, there was a warm weight on his left hand and hip, and he realized that he was in a hospital. Before he could start to question why though, he caught the source of the weight.
Alex had his head rested against Michael’s hip, sleeping with pinched brows as his hands clung to Michael’s. Michael stared. It took him a minute to process what he was seeing.
He heard himself breathe slowly, carefully. If this was a dream, he hoped he never woke up. Alex looked so real, his dark, straight hair splayed against the white sheets, his long lashes curled against rosy cheeks, his warm breathing against Michael’s hand as his lips brushed Michael’s fingers.
Michael reached up his thumb to touch Alex’s cheek, to see if it was as soft and warm as it looked (it was), and Alex started awake. His eyes followed Michael’s thumb to his face, and he sat up, a grin splitting his lips.
“Guerin!” he breathed. He stood and cupped Michael’s face. Michael did not miss the way he winced, but his eyes were filling with tears that begged to fall and his smile was so beautiful and happy that Michael couldn’t find it in him to do anything but cling to Alex’s hands just as tightly.
“You’re okay,” he sighed with relief, his fingers gentle on Michael’s jaw. “You’re okay. I’m going to – I should go get Kyle, I –”
“No,” Michael croaked, his throat dry, as he tried to sit up. “No, stay here.”
“Be careful,” Alex said, setting up his pillows and helping him lie down against them. “There you go, careful.” He stood back, looking Michael over for any open wounds. “Do you – uh – what do you need?”
Michael watched him. His fingers were trembling, his eyes twitching, his jaw clenched so tightly Michael feared he was drawing blood. He wordlessly held his arms out, and Alex eyed him a moment before his expression revealed the grief behind it, a sob escaped his lips, and he fell into Michael’s embrace.
“I’m so sorry,” he cried, and Michael’s heart broke. His hold on Alex tightened.
“Don’t,” he growled. “That wasn’t your fault. Got it? It wasn’t your fault, Alex. You’re my hero.”
“I’m not,” Alex whimpered. “You don’t know what I did.”
“I don’t care,” Michael breathed, his hold unbearably, painfully tight now. “I don’t care. You’re always my hero, Private.”
Alex burrowed deeper into his side. He kissed Michael’s shoulder, his neck, his jaw, his cheek, and held his face as he kissed his lips. Michael didn’t care if they weren’t officially together or hadn’t really spoken about their feelings since Alex and Forrest had ended things. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was Alex.
He held Alex back just as desperately, and kissed him again and again and again, until all Alex could do was laugh through his tears.
“I’m sorry,” Alex swallowed, straightening. “I should – I should be more careful. You’re still hurt. Uh –” he wiped his face roughly “—do you want me to get you some water? Juice? Anything you want.”
“You,” was all Michael said, taking hold of Alex’s hand and pulling him onto the bed.
Alex looked startled, but went where Michael guided him until they were both lying on their sides, pressed close together.
“Guerin,” Alex whispered as Michael wrapped an arm around his waist, his forehead against Alex’s. “We can’t do this now, you – you need –”
“You,” Michael whispered back. With his other hand, he traced Alex’s jaw, his lips, down his neck. He couldn’t remember anything after his bunker had been broken into, but he’d been sure of one thing; Alex would bring hell to the doorstep of anyone who dared hurt him.
“All I’ve ever wanted and needed is you,” Michael said into the small space between their lips. Alex’s eyes fluttered, his chin raising so that his lips met Michael’s, as if he couldn’t help himself. Michael was so in love, it hurt him.
Before he closed the distance between them, he whispered, “My Alex.”
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Everyone needs a home, even if they’re not alive anymore ao3
The citizens of Amity Park, upon spotting their ghostly hero napping about all over town in odd places, concluded that he had no home in Amity. Whether it be because Danny’s original home was lost to the sands of time or he never had one or it was in another country varied from person to person but they all agreed. And so, it was collectively agreed upon by the various people who had been saved by Danny personally - or had their child saved by him or were part of one of the cults religions spawned by his time traveling and/or the societal upheaval caused by the revelation of proven life after death - that this should be fixed. The pool of funds to conduct such an endeavour was gathered almost suspiciously swiftly but no one quite questioned it aloud. Instead, a very nice apartment was bought for Danny Phantom and paid for by the Stars of the Judge, a fact that Danny elected to ignore when he was handed paperwork and a key when flagged down by a fan who had been running after him for a few blocks.
“Mr. Phantom,” she said between pants for breath. “I and the other citizens of Amity Park have seen that you don’t appear to have a home of your own, even while you keep our homes safe. So, a few of us got together and decided to provide you with one. Here, the address is on the paper.”
Danny blinked, accepting the papers and key more out of reflex from having things shoved into his hand than anything, and soon his cheeks were green as grass. “Ah, thanks! You didn’t have to uh do that at all, but thanks so much!”
“It’s our way of saying thank you for keeping us safe, Mister Phantom.” Before Danny could ask that she not call him that, she pulled out a hat and a gel pen, face growing a few shades darker when Danny floated back a step. “Also, can you pretty please sign my hat?”
When Danny told his friends, they both howled with laughter, falling all over each other on Tucker’s bed. “You’re tellin me,” Tucker wheezed, “that your fans bought you a house?”
“An apartment, not a house.”
“Oh I’m sorry,” Tucker said, rolling his eyes. “Your fans bought you an apartment in an otherwise abandoned building, effectively giving you the run of the place? How did they even afford that?”
Wiping away a fake tear, Sam pulled herself together just enough to speak. “I bet the Stars of the Heavenly Judge did a fundraiser for it.” She snorted and Danny crossed his arms, face going red. “Ya know, Danny-”
“I am neither the nor a heavenly, divine, or godly judge Sam. They aren’t my cult.”
“They disagree,” she said, having no mercy on her good friend who gave her many hugs and jokes. “And you do sorta judge powerful spiritual beings, one of whom was deriving most of her power from the worship of her fans, and probably still is.”
“I fight those spiritual beings, Sam, that’s a bit more than judging them.”
“You fight some of them,” Tucker corrected. “You judge who is benign enough to be here and who needs to fuck off back to the world of spirits.”
“Commonly, gods, faeries, spirits, demons and the like are near indistinguishable from each other save for worship, whether they were prayed to or against, and what domains they held unearthly control over.” Sam paused to think and Danny prayed to the stars that she was done torturing him. “I’d say the scale of animosity plays a part but like I said, some gods are simply prayed against rather than to.”
“You are both terrible and I am going to find new friends.” Danny pouted, spinning around in Tucker’s gaming chair.
“Like I was saying, you should probably do something to like, convince the wealthier members of your worshipers to give homes to the homeless who are still alive, since they’re ok with providing a home to a ghost.”
“Not my cult,” Danny grumbled, “but I’ll mention it if I see one of them again. And does it really count as me being given a home if I already have a home? Like, I can make a chill place to hang out of it, since I feel like it’d be rude to just not use it now that I’ve accepted the key, but I’ve already got a home with my parents and Jazz.” rather than answer him, even with a joke, his friends were eerily silent, and Danny fidgetted with the end of his shirt. “Guys?”
“Well, a home away from home can be pretty useful,” Sam said. She didn’t ask if Danny truly thought a place where he never truly felt safe could be called a home, because she knew that Danny wasn’t ready for that conversation, and now wasn’t the time to have it. “We can even make it the team phantom base of operations.”
“When we grow up we can all rent separate or even the same apartment in the same building, so it’s less suspicious if we end up going in there all the time,” Tucker added.
“Huh, yeah. I guess those are good points.” Danny shrugged. “Plus, I guess Danny Phantom has never really had a home. Except for you guys.”
“Oh gross, that’s so sappy.” Sam laughed when Danny lunged to join the cuddle pile, and soon they were all tangled up in each other. “But hey, you’re our home too.”
“Home is people you love,” Tucker said, “and I’ve got my home right here in my arms.”
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I think we should start a protection squad (although they don’t need it because they can protect themselves) for Sun Wukong and Guanyin
“Begone monkie kid fandom trying to down grade these really interesting characters with interesting personality’s and backstory ( the both of them like seriously Guanyin backstory is so cool) to a villain wile trying to justify your angsty backstory (that are no where near as cool as monkey who fights gods and Person who has 1000 arms and heads to help people in need) for the actual villain”
So who wants to join
Me:*raises my hand*
Ps: sorry if I got Guanyin backstory wrong am not an expert on it.
Haha okay so some critiques on the jttw & associated media western fandom & fandom in general coming up, so please skip this upcoming text wall if you don't want to encounter my undoubtedly ~devastating~ words (i.e. don't like don't read as people love to say, & if I have to be inundated with images of my notp every time I go into the sun wukong tag then I imagine people can be chill with me expressing my opinions & giving people fair warning that I WILL be critiquing common fandom trends, but no need for you to see that if you don’t want to. Cool? Cool.)
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PFFFFFTTT oh man there are many times when I feel like signing up for such a protection squad...when it comes to the current western jttw & Sun Wukong fandom I do feel like I'm often swinging at a rapid pace between "well it's fandom & people are allowed to make the stories they want" & "I am once again begging my fellow monkie kid enthusiasts (& sometimes creators) to do more research into the og classic/show it more respect so you can avoid any potentially offensive/off-the-mark misunderstandings of the status & cultural context of the characters in their country of origin (I promise it's super interesting & I can provide you with links to free pdf copies of the entire Yu translation, i.e. the best one ever created, so feel free to ask!) & maybe also stop constantly stripping away all the nuance of Sun Wukong's character for the sake of either making him an entire asshole so your little meow meow can look completely innocent in comparison and/or making the monkey king's entire life & character revolve around said meow meow."
Like I get that fandom's supposed to be a kind of anything-goes environment, but one thing that honestly seems to be true of a lot of fandoms--and the western one for Sun Wukong & co. is certainly not immune from this--is that there often seems to be a kind of monoculturalization at work in what stories are created & what character interpretations are made popular. Across a multitude of fandoms, you frequently see basically nothing but the exact same tropes being made popular & even being insisted on for the canonical work (especially hasty redemption arcs & enemies to lovers these days), the exact same one-dimensional character types that characters from an original work keep getting shoved into, the exact same story beats, etc. And I get it to an extent, as fandom is generally a space where people just make art and fic for fun & without thinking too hard about it & without any pressure.
This seems to, however, often unfortunately lead to the mentality that it’s your god-given right to do literally whatever you want with literally any cultural figure without even the slightest bit of thought put into their cultural, historical, and even religious context, even (and sometimes especially) when it comes to figures that are really important in a culture outside your own. For such figures--even if you first encounter them in a children’s cartoon--you should be a little more careful with what you do with them than you would with your usual Saturday morning line-up. It of course has to be acknowledged that there exists a whole pile of absolutely ridiculous & cursed pieces of media that are based on Journey to the West & that were produced in mainland China, but for your own education if nothing else I consider it good practice for those of us (myself certainly included) who aren’t part of the culture that produced JTTW to put more thought into how we might want to portray these characters so that at the very least (to pull some things I’ve seen from the jttw western fandom) we’re not turning a goddess of mercy into an evil figure for the sake of Angst(TM), or relegating other important literary figures into the positions of offensive stereotypes, or making broad claims about the source text & original characterizations of various figures that are blatantly untrue, or mocking heavenly deities because of what’s actually your misunderstanding of how immortality works according to Daoist beliefs. Yet while a lot of this is often due to people not even trying to understand the context these figures are coming from, I do want to acknowledge that the journey (lol reference) to understand even a fraction of the original cultural context can be a daunting one, especially since, as I’ve mentioned before, it can be really hard & even next to impossible to find good, accessible, & legitimate explanations in English of how, for example, the relationship between Sun Wukong and the Six-Eared Macaque is commonly interpreted in China & according to the Buddhist beliefs that define the original work.
That is to say, I do think it’s an unfortunate, if unavoidable, part of any introduction of an original text into a culture foreign to its own for there to be sometimes a significant amount of misinterpretation, mistranslations, and false assumptions. There is, however, a big difference between learning from your honest mistakes, & doubling down on them while dismissing all criticism of your misinterpretation into that abstract category of “fandom drama.” The latter attitude is kind of shitty at best and horrifically entitled at worst.
Plus, as I’ve discovered, there is a great deal of interest and joy to be drawn from keeping yourself open to learning aspects of these texts & figures that you weren’t aware of! I can say from my own experience that I’ve always really enjoyed & appreciated it when individuals on this site who come from a Chinese background--and who know much more about the cultural context of JTTW than me--have taken the time to explain its various aspects. It often leaves me feeling like woooooaaaahhhhhHHH!!!! as to how amazingly full of nuanced meaning JTTW is like dang no wonder it’s one of China’s Four Great Classical Novels.
And I guess that right there is the heart of a lot of my own personal frustration and disappointment with the ways that fandoms often approach a literary work or other piece of media...like don’t get me wrong, a lot of the original works a fandom may grow around are just straight-up goofy & everyone’s aware of it & has fun with it, yet the trend of approaching what are often nuanced and multi-layered works in terms of how well they fit and/or can be shoved into pretty cliche ideas of Redemption Arc or Enemies to Lovers or Hero Actually Bad, Villain Actually Good etc...well, it just seems to cheapen and even erase even the possibility of understanding the wonderful complexity or even endearing simplicity that made these works so beloved in the first place. Again, I feel like I need to make it clear that I’m not saying fandom should be a space where people are constantly trying to one-up each other with their hot takes in literary analysis, but it would be nice and even beneficial to allow room for commentary that strives to approach these works in a multi-faceted way, analysis & interpretations that go against the popular fandom beliefs, & criticism of the work or even of fandom trends (yes it is in fact possible to legitimately love something but still be critical of its aspects) instead of immediately attacking people who try to engage in such as just being haters who don’t want anyone to have fun ever (X_X).
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Anyway, I know I didn’t cover even half of the stuff you brought up in the first place anon, but I don’t want any interested parties to this post to suffer too long through my text wall lol. I was asked to try my hand at illustrating Guanyin, but as with you I’m nowhere near as informed as I should be about her, so I want to do more research on her history and religious importance before I attempt a portrait. I’ll try my best, and do plan to pair that illustration with my own outsider’s attempt to summarize her character. From what little I do know I am in full agreement that her backstory is so incredibly amazing...just the fact that she literally eschewed the bliss of Nirvana to help all beings reach it, and even split herself into pieces in the attempt to do so (with Buddha granting her eleven heads and a thousand arms as a result)...man, I can see why she’s such a beloved & respected deity.
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As for what western fandom commonly does with everyone’s favorite god-fighting primate...I can talk about this at length if there’s interest, but for this post I’ll just say that I guess one lesson from all of this is that for all the centuries that have passed since Journey to the West was first completed, literally no one drawing inspiration from the original tale in the west (lol) has come even slightly close to being able to equal or even capture half the extent of the nuance, complexity, religious, historical, and cultural aspects, and humor that define Wu Cheng'en's story of an overpowered monkey who defied even Buddha.
So thank the heavens we'll always have the original.
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Chara, the fourth Blook cousin:
A crack theory that accidentally become way more serious than it should have because it somehow, despite my best efforts, ended up making sense
Brought to you by my idiot conspiracy brain (affectionate) and by encouragement from my Tumblr followers
Under the cut for the sake of your dashes and sanity
Ok here we go my very elaborate accidental theory, because in order to answer the complex questions simply you must first make simple things more complex or something
First, you need to know that Chara became a Blook cousin by adoption.
All of the Blooks are adopted.
Ghosts are not born into families, they make their own.
Got it? Great, because we’re about to start running
so first, im gonna make surprisingly uncommon claim in this fandom, and I am going to say that undertale ghosts are all dead
I’m taking the tiny details we know about ghosts and sprinting with them to new places
Ghosts also do not have souls I decided
Undertale souls do not work the same as souls in traditional mythology
So every ghost is soulless Unless and Until they become corporeal
Evidence: Monster souls cant exist without bodies, and ghosts are monsters, therefore ghosts cannot have souls without bodies
Further evidence: Asriel doesnt steal blooky’s soul, blooky is unkillable, we have no concrete evidence that blooky has a soul
What about mettaton? He only has a soul after he has completely committed to being corporeal and to a specific body.
Also maddy and mettaton are both only killable while corporeal
Im also connecting the dots we have about souls in a new creative way so let me live for a second
Additionally, i am going to claim that there are a lot more ghosts than just the blooks, some evidence given below
Theres like actual scientific knowlege of ghosts in the undertale verse which seems unlikely if theres literally only three or four
The underground is so much bigger than you think, theres that giant forest in snowdin, a large town in the ruins, the huge city of new home, who knows how much space in the large open areas of waterfall etc. Its really really big okay
Also based off evidence of blooky, we can conclude that ghosts can turn invisible whenever they want to and/or haunt objects to hide
So I personally think that ghosts are, generally speaking, extremely reclusive
And the blooks are just a special exception, a beautiful family, amazing for them
So anyway im going with typical ghost lore for now, for the sake of ease, so im gonna say ghosts generally come from monsters who are particularly restless or unsatisfied when they die
HOWEVER i dont think they remember being monsters or anything before being a ghost. They just kinda fizzle into existance with a fully formed personality and immortality while being unkillable and feeling vaguely uneasy
ALSO i personally think that chara was a ghost for a long time before they became a blook by adoption
Based on game lore, i think ghosts can possess any inanimate object and just kinda wear it? But it takes a lot of strong emotion to become corporeal
And chara is the super weird exception because they were a human not a monster.
They dont have a soul (i headcanon that their soul got destroyed when asriel died)
And they KNOW this, which is a huge part of why they kinda just... give up
Because they lost their ability to fulfill prophecy
Also, without a soul, they lost their ability to reset, so for the first time since falling underground, theyre subject to the relentless march of time
But theyre still weirdly strong and powerful and more emotional
ALSO they DO still remember being a human but they catch on pretty quickly that other ghosts dont have memories and because chara is stupid they just lie to fit in
Theyre too tired to explain themself, they just want to be alone and feel awful
Now back to ghost lore
Emotions are a lot harder for ghosts??? I decided
And they dont know why,, they tend to blame it on the soul thing
But realistically its actually more of the immortality thing making actions not have consequences and/or or not having a body so they cant have a sense of touch or have physical effects of emotion
They all know that ghosts just tend to be way more floaty and bored and numb
And thats part of why the blooks are so special
Maddy’s rage and Mettaton’s yearning and Napstablook’s misery are like... not great all of the time...
but theyre also way way more emotion than most ghosts have,,, they are just a family supporting each other, being as functional as they can,, just an emo(tional) ghost family
most ghosts barely do anything except like stare at walls but the blooks have their snail farm and that helps them have purpose and it is good
And they hold each other accountable and it is nice
So anyway chara just chills and is in a depression coma for a few decades before the blooks find them and are like “our child/baby cousin”
and they raise them for a cool minute
They are all very protective of the new baby emo blook
And chara doesnt get therapy but at the very least they once again have a family, and they decide they want to try to become corporeal eventually just like mtt and maddy
So anyway chara starts hanging out in the ruins a lot more and they finally tell the blooks theyre leaving to go become corporeal in the ruins
This is actually because they are trying to hang out with toriel
because they miss their mom ;;
but chara’s not gonna admit that to anyone, especially not to themself
And because theyre still repressing their emotions constantly and pretending to be fine, they cant become corporeal
And they hang out in the ruins for a long time because they feel guilty lying to everyone about everything
They still feel like its their fault that all the monsters are stuck underground, because they were SUPPOSED to save everyone and they COULDNT and it HURTS
But again, they are doing too much repression to use this guilt to become corporeal,
so instead they just kinda hide and watch toriel from a distance and cry
Blooky visits them the most, thats why blooky is chilling in the ruins so much at the start of the game
Theyre just there to visit their shy baby cousin ;;
Ofc they wont tell frisk about this because chara wants space and privacy and blooky respects that
but maddy and mtt also visit them a lot
Oh also when mtt and maddy start dissapearing, blookys mental health plummets as their family and support system starts to dissolve
Blooky was actually doing extremely well (for a ghost) for a long time, i headcanon,
but theyre doing the worst theyve been in a long long time during the game, because of family issues
So anyway, chara dissapears when frisk shows up, and maddy assumes this is becaude frisk hurt their fragile feelings
Maddy spends hours desperately searching the ruins for chara and cant find them and assumes that they had their heart crushed and went to hide and disappear in a depression coma for another few decades, and thats part of why maddy is so furious with frisk
Like,, to be clear, maddy is still jumping to conclusions and throwing blame around with no proof, but also, its a logical conclusion to come to
And mettaton has already disappeared too and been gone for a while, too, by this point, so it hurts even worse
But anyway, what actually happened to chara is that;
Because chara is a human ghost, not a monster ghost, normal ghost rules dont apply to them
And they can possess living things too they find out
Maybe they knew it a long time ago, maybe its a new discovery, but for whatever reason they end up possessing frisk and theyre like “what the heck”
And frisk still has most of the control
But now chara is like,,, “this is my chance, im a human again, gotta save the world for real,,,”
and they cant explain this to anyone without revealing their past
so they just chill in frisk’s mind while being super crypic and trying to figure out how it works
Pacifist route, this is pretty much exactly what happens
They manage to help frisk save the day
And in my headcanon, the no mercy route is started by frisk who is scared when faced by monsters attacking them
And then chara, who was aready hiding in a semidepression coma for a while, immediately transitions to a panicked “gotta protect this body, gotta protect my chance to be human, i died and threw away my chance to save everyone the first time, i CANNOT lose this chance again”
And so the combination of both frisk and chara is the genocide run
Because frisk kills in self defense, and whenever frisk hesitates, chara jumps in
Also theres leftover feelings from the whole asriel incident
Because again, ghosts come from monsters who died unsatisfied
And chara’s main source of unsatisfaction is how they were trying to get asriel to kill people before he died and then he didnt
So thats a strong strong feeling ruling them
So anyway by the time they both realize how bad its become they figure its too late and also the amount of LOVE has made them numb
And thats when chara who, despite everything, still has idiot hero complex and thinks they need to save the world
So, while panicking, they step in at the very end, and erase the timeline and delete everything
And also to clarify
They DONT HAVE this power at any other point in the game
Because, guess why
They become corporeal
Just like maddy, the no mercy route is the only thing that gives them strong enough emotion to spontaneously become corporeal
So they become corporeal and as soon as they have a soul again and can reset again, they just erase everything
Ok back to fluff
Post pacifist route, they are still a non corporeal ghost
They can still float around and look just like the other blooks
And it takes them a while to open up about things, but they do end up moving back in with blooky so that blooky isnt completely alone
And also they do way better with a family
Also they can float through the mountain and talk to flowey down below and bring him news
And now that they know about him, they can bond with him and explain that they dont have a soul either but that doesnt mean theyre worthless
Oh ALSO
The other dead humans dont have ghosts
BECAUSE
ghosts only come from restless dead MONSTERS
and chara is the weird special exception
Because they were a monster when they died
They became a ghost and asriel didnt because they were way more restless and stressed than asriel was when both of them died
Like sure, asriel felt awful, but chara was the one who was way more like “this is my fault, i CANT die now, the world NEEDS me”
So anyway
charablook the emo tween ghost and asriel flowey the eldrich goat daisy are siblings once more and they hang out and eventually they are okay and have a family again
Thank you for reading, this has been my thoughts on a crack theory that accidentally went too far
This isnt even everything, maybe i’ll make a part two eventually, but i promised to have this post out like two days ago, so i wanted to post SOMTHING
Anyway leave your thoughts if youd like
Im not looking for people to disprove it, i already know its crazy, i dont think it was intentional by the game writers, but i do think its a fun concept
thats the fun of it, so if anyone wants to run with it im all for it lol
Thanks again! Have a nice day!
#no mercy#as a warning tag#chara undertale#napstablook undertale#fic tag#meta#analysis#crack theroy#undertale#i didnt edit this very much#so if there are any major typos or parts that didnt make sense#or were illegible#feel free to let me know so i can clarify
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continuation of the magician story please? I want villain to be escape and be happy 😭
Thanks so much for the ask! This may not exactly have them being happy but...
I can write some actual comfort too if you want ^^ Just lmk
Continued from here.
CW//Dehumanization, pet whump, collars, referred to as a dog, cages, dog kennels, mitt cuffs, muzzles, bit gags, conditioning, past torture, threats of torture, claustrophobia, ice baths
The moment Hero let go of their collar, Villain dropped to the floor like a stone.
The smell alone was enough to turn their stomach. The scent they'd been so free of for so long. On trembling limbs, they struggled to their hands and knees-
Only to be forced back down by a boot upon their spine. A familiar boot.
Trainer let out a sharp sigh.
"Now, what did your doggy do this time?"
"You want to tell them, Villain?"
"No, don't let them talk. They'll start getting ideas."
"Fair." Venom dripped immutably from Hero's tongue. "While they were performing, Villain here decided to use their powers to take off their muzzle. Then they tried to hide it from me. I don't doubt that they had some plan for when they got back to their cell."
The boot's steel toe drove itself between Villain's shoulder blades, tearing a whimper from their throat.
"Is that right? I thought they were through with that phase."
"As did I."
"I hope you're intending to drop them off for an extended continuation of their residential training."
Even with their chest compressed as it was, Villain still managed to gulp.
"No."
The relief flooded their veins strongly enough that, for a moment, it replaced their terror.
"No, I don't think that will be necessary this time." Hero continued. "I'm hoping that this is just a momentary slip. A quick reminder should do, for now."
"You're certain?"
"For now. I'd prefer for them to still be in performing condition. Though, if this happens again..."
"I would recommend at least a few weeks in my care, in that case."
"I agree. If there's a repeat of this behavior, I'll bring them right back."
"Good. They'll be ready to perform for you in no time."
"Thank you, Trainer." Hero dipped their head. With a quick, side-eyed glance at their captive, they turned to leave.
The boot on Villain's back was relieved, only momentarily-- returning a split second later to strike them in the side, forcing them to roll onto their back. With trembling eyes, they gazed upwards, the figure looming over them blocking out the light.
"I'll need to get ready, then." Trainer bemoaned. "And I was so busy, today..."
As though plucking litter from the sidewalk, they knelt down, yanking Villain upwards by their collar. They hacked against their squeezed windpipe, but struggled to obey, scrambling to their feet.
The kennels.
Villain had hoped they'd never step foot back in the kennels.
The room was nothing if not barren-- concrete walls, floor, and ceiling all reflecting the same sterile lights. Yet, at the same time, it was immaculately clean. Symmetrical countertops and sinks sat on either side, while, against the back, the kennels themselves were polished to shine.
There were about a dozen of them, stacked two high and rendered of stainless steel. The bars making up the kennel doors were closely spaced, yet, between them, canine faces could be made out, peering with curious eyes. A few let toys drop from their mouths to better taste the intruder's scent.
Still holding tight to their collar, Trainer dragged Villain towards the cages.
"Come on, now. You know which one's yours."
They dug their feet into the smooth concrete floor, a low growl sounding in their throat, though it came out strangled.
"Damn." Trainer grunted. "You are getting bad. I should've tried to talk them into letting me keep you a week... Eh, whatever."
Despite Villain's struggling, even at their full strength, undrained by stage lights and shouting, they would be no match for their trainer. Dragging them forth with one hand, they swung open a cage door with the other, practically throwing them within one of the bottom-row kennels.
They stumbled, throwing their unsteady form in a desperate attempt to escape the kennel's confines, but there was no chance to it. The barred door was slammed an inch from their nose-- secured just as quickly with a padlock and a practiced movement of the hand.
The light that managed to penetrate the bars was quickly extinguished- a blanket draped atop and pinned in place.
"I'll be back." Trainer's voice began to fade as they moved. "How about you think about what you did to land yourself here."
A door closed, and, like that, Villain was alone.
Alone in their kennel.
No. Not theirs. Humans didn't have kennels, and they were a human fucking being.
Not that they were treated as a dog. The dogs were treated far better. They got blankets and beds on the few square feet they called home. Villain had only chilled steel, and a blanket over their cage.
They weren't scared. Of course they weren't scared. There was nothing to be afraid of. It was just a cage, a tiny little box where their spine was crushed against one side, and their limbs against the other. A box where there was no air to breathe, no light to see, only darkness and tightness and no room and no space and dark and dark and dark.
There was nothing to be afraid of. That wasn't why they scrambled to their hands and knees, why they slammed their mitted hands against the barred door, why they screamed and howled against their bit gag.
They were just letting Trainer know that they weren't afraid.
Not afraid of the cold, or the dark, or the squeeze. Certainly not afraid of whatever their trainer was preparing, just out of their sight.
Hero had said to keep them in performing condition, right? So, what could they really do? Not the whip or the pliers, but...
But the stress positions didn't leave marks, nor did the blow dryer, pressed right against their skin until they screamed.
They were shaking because they were furious. Not scared. Villains didn't get scared.
By the time Trainer returned, Villain's trembling had already begun to make their muscles ache something awful, not that that stopped it. As the blanket was ripped from their kennel door, they shoved their face against the cage's steel floor-- refusing to show their tears.
Tears of rage. Tears of rage.
Like a child at a fishtank, Trainer ran their fingers along the bars. When they spoke, there was nothing in their voice that resembled fury. Instead, their tone was calculating. Staring at their captive as though they were solving a math problem.
"You know why I do this, don't you?"
They paused, as though Villain could reply.
"You see, with dogs, training... training is somewhat of a misnomer. Dogs seek to please their owners. When they misbehave, it is because they do not understand what behavior is expected of them. They are dogs. They cannot speak, they cannot understand. Training a dog is about remedying this issue. About learning to communicate across the species divide.
Once they understand what is needed from them, then there is no more misbehavior.
But you, you are not a dog. Now, you are certainly not a human, you forfeited that title long ago. But you are smarter than a dog. You understand when I speak, even if you threw away your own voice. You know exactly what is expected of you.
And, yet, you misbehave.
Because that is not what is wrong with you. There is no communication barrier between hero and villain. No, what you lack is the base desire all dogs have.
You lack the desire to please. That is what must be trained into you. And if that desire cannot be borne from respect, then it will be carved from fear.
Now, you are going to show me just how well you can obey-- or I will have your stay here extended until, when I take out that gag, you bark. Got that?"
Villain's gaze trembled. Trainer slammed their hand against the bars, sending a shockwave through the kennel.
"Mhm! Mhm!" They hummed frantically, nodding.
"Good. Now, good dogs don't need to be dragged. Heel."
The padlock clicked as it was undone, followed by the barred door swinging open. On legs that were, paradoxically, cramping and trembling all at once, Villain crawled out, feeling a faux-affectionate hand card through their hair.
"What you need is to see the groomer." Trainer commented as Villain stood to their feet. "Come on, now."
Their eyes scanned the room frantically, searching for what device would be used against them. Yet, the whip hung in its place, unmoving, as did the shackles that would be used to contort them until they sobbed.
"Look forward." A sharp hand on their chin redirected their eye line, refocusing their gaze on what was before them.
A door.
There were only two doors, in the kennels. The exit...
And the bathroom door. Villain had learned to fear the two equally.
As the door to the restroom was swung open, cold wafted out like a solid thing. Shaking like a leaf, they were led inside, noting with a fluttering heart that the blow dryer was unplugged.
No. What was planned for them was not the agony of heat.
Villain's gaze landed on the bathtub.
The tub was filled to the brim with water in different form-- cubes of ice, nearly spilling over the porcelain rim. All at once, the air conditioning seemed to penetrate their thin prisoner's uniform even more sharply.
"Part of obedience is obeying when you don't want to. It's either this, or I get out the clothes iron."
Villain gulped, fingers curling, though stopped from balling to fists by the padding inside their mitts.
It would be far from the worst pain they'd been subjected to. No, by comparison, it was a mercy. And yet, the idea of doing it to themself...
No. No, no, no! They were not a dog, they were not anyone's pet. They didn't follow orders. They didn't bring harm upon themself just because some asshole told them to!
Their spine straightened as they shook-- this time, it was out of rage. There was no lie to that fact.
"First, though." Trainer continued. As they raised their hands, Villain couldn't help but flinch. "We need to get these off. I doubt your owner wants them soaked. They're copping out by using them, anyways. A well-trained dog doesn't need a muzzle."
It took every ounce of willpower that remained in their chest to not slam the trainer up against a wall. Even the ghosting of hands over their skin made them want to scream.
Nobody touched Villain.
Yet, they stayed still as fingers swiftly worked on their muzzle's buckle. Bloodflow returned to their face as the device was slipped off and placed aside, followed by their collar, slipped off their neck, leaving a tan line where it had sat for so long.
As soon as the dam was removed, their power flowed like a waterfall.
Blood, too, returned to their compressed tongue as their bit was pried from their abused mouth. For the first time in so long, they closed their mouth, and had no metal preventing their teeth from clacking together.
Trainer's hands trailed down their arms, to their wrists- but stalled.
"Those are probably waterproof. Besides, training you not to use your hands in the first place was a nightmare."
With their work done, the trainer stepped back, leaning against the bathroom counter.
"Alright, doggy. In the bath."
Villain's bare toes curled into the tile and grout. With shaking steps, they advanced, feeling the frigid chill that seemed to waft off of the tub like dragon's breath.
For a long moment, they stood, staring at the thousand ice cubes, shimmering with frozen glare. They could practically feel the effects already, the heat torn from every cell in their body.
Trainer straightened themself, moving forward.
"Good dogs don't hesitate."
Even without the collar, their trainer had no issue finding purchase on Villain's neck, well enough to send them careening forward. Their hip struck porcelain as they were sent flying, sailing to arctic depths.
The shock hit, all at once, worse than even their twisted nightmares could ever hope to concoct.
Yet, instead of tearing their energy away, the ice bath flooded their veins with red-hot adrenaline.
Like an osprey bursting from the sea, Villain leapt-- twisting about until they were upright, before launching themself out, water spraying from soaked hair and clothes and blue-hued skin in a dazzling flash. The back of Trainer's head cracked against the tile floor as they were sent crashing, tackled by their own canine.
"Stop! Right now! Stay still! Good dogs do not-
But Villain did not stay still. Shivering uncontrollably, they limped to the other side of the bathroom, clutching a bruised shoulder as they turned.
"Villains don't listen to heroes." A frission wracked their body like a sob. They couldn't feel their fingers. "Next time you see me, it'll be when I'm burning your city to the ground."
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