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Can I angst for Mammon where he is in a really bad mood and his brothers are at it again calling him names. And already ask them kindly to leave him alone but they keep at it. And Levi says something and it's the last straw. The air around them get cold for a moment as he slowly looks up and he flat out threatens them to shut up before he puts them back into there place with a really dark and threatening voice, before leaving. And the look could rival Satan's or even Lucifers glare.

I think Mammon takes the abuse of his brothers but sometimes he isn't in the mood and want a little peace and it is very very rare for him to get pissed

Like he's the kind of person who would yell when he's upset but when he's down right pissed it's like really fucking scary

People forget that as much as he lets his brothers push him around he is still the second oldest and is powerful so 😬

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Mammon snaps:

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This is something I’ve mentioned in previous posts, but I basically second everything you said. I believe that Mammon dislikes getting into confrontations but isn’t by any means weak or stupid. He is the second eldest. However he is also, arguably, the one with the most self control out of them all. He has an overwhelming amount of patience when it comes to his siblings and I like to think he puts up with all of their insults because he loves them. Then again, it’s very possible for him to go berserk after years worth of build up.

Thanks for the request!!! I had a bit of trouble at first because I didn’t know how I was going to format it but I like the way it turned out so I hope you do too. Uhh also I reached my word limit writing this so I couldn’t include Simon, Luke and Solomon. I do plan on writing for them as well but at this point I’m just trying to get this done. Let me know if I made any grammatical errors! I double check my writing all the time but sometimes mistakes got over my head! The undateables are short because honestly I view the brothers as the ones who will suffer the most out of everyone. I hope you enjoy reading it anyway!!

•Characters: Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphagour, Diavolo, Barbatos.

⚠️Warnings: Cursing, mentions of blood & gore and that’s about it.

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For the past few months, Lord Diavolo’s pleasure of hosting parties and inviting people over had become more and more noticeable. It was pretty obvious that the Prince was lonely, isolating himself from others due to the responsibilities he has as the heir to the throne and a leader in the making. Attending his gatherings seemed like a down right chore for most of the brothers but you never had any problem tagging along. Besides, it felt nice knowing he seemed you worthy of coming to such important meetings. Your seven demons were, of course, also invited and per Lucifer’s orders, they all got cleaned up and dressed in fancy clothing to impress the regals prancing about the castle. Though the outfits themselves came with their own set of problems. Levi’s was way too tight; the collar seemed to annoy him more than anything else, judging by the patches of red skin on his neck. Satan accidentally ripped one of the buttons from his jacket off in a fit of rage earlier that day and was now silently fuming while poking his finger through the hole he made. Even Asmo spilled some water on his shirt before they arrived, ruining his pretty pink suit! Not to mention Beel was munching on his tie, having last eaten about 15 minutes beforehand. Lucifer pulled it out of his mouth and scowled at the saliva stains that were left behind. Safe to say they were all in a miserable mood to begin with.

“I expect all of you to behave in a respectable manner,” Lucifer flicked Belphie on the back of the head just as he began dozing off, making the youngest growl at him. He shot Mammon an irritated look “I’m especially talking to you Mammon. Don’t try to steal anything or I’ll cut your hands off.”

“I told ya big bro, ya don’t have to worry about me! I’ll be a golden child today! Promise!” Mammon held up his pinky as if he was committing to some kind of oath. The eldest darkened his glare and opened his mouth to say something else, but you interrupted in hopes of avoiding any bickering that might’ve followed.

“Look, there’s our table! Let’s go sit down. Lord Diavolo’s speech is going to start any minute now.”

Beel leaped at the table as soon as he sniffed out the appetisers, which were neatly arranged on the expensive tablecloth, shoving at least half of them in his mouth by the time the rest of you caught up with him. Having been seated, you quickly glanced around the room in hopes of spotting Diavolo. You bumped into Solomon and the angels before entering the castle, chit chatting with them for a while about the event. Even now, Luke was excitedly waving at you from across the room, using both of his arms. However, Lord Diavolo and Barbatos were the ones in charge of this party and you were yet to see either of them.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Mammon eyeing the golden utensils laid out in front of him. Not the biggest of surprises really. Anytime Mammon sees something along the lines of gold, he can’t help but snatch it away. And there’s obviously so many valuables scattered all over the place, including the silverware that was proudly presented on every table. You sucked in a breath of anticipation when he reached for one of the spoons, only to exhale in relief when he placed it on the bridge of his nose, trying to balance it.

“MC, look at this!” He tapped your shoulder, as always wanting your full and undivided attention as he demonstrated his newfound skill. You giggled at his antics with fondness as he accidentally let the spoon drop with a clatter and a quiet ‘shit’ coming from him. Lucifer pulled on his ear, like a mother scolding her child and whisper-yelled at him to stop acting like an idiot. The only reason the oldest chose a sit right next to Mammon was to maintain order and peace. Basically, he did it for disciplinary reasons.

“I understand that being impertinent is your full-time job, Mammon but keep this up and I’ll throw you in Cerberus’ room. Let him do with you as he pleases.”

“Lucifer, it’s not a big deal-“

“Yeah, OK,” Mammon hissed, picking up the spoon from the recently polished floor with a slight grin that didn’t quiet reach his eyes “I gotcha. Can-“

“Speaking of Cerberus,” Levi suddenly piped in, no longer fussing about his collar or nervously twiddling with his thumbs because of the massive crowd of demons surrounding him “Didn’t you force me to walk him last week when it was your turn to do it?? I only agreed because you promised to buy me the newest Ruri-Chan limited edition body pillow that came out last Tuesday! And you never did! And now they’re out of stock, you scummy piece of-“

The third eldest would’ve leapt across the table and aimed for the throat if you hadn’t pressed a gentle hand against his chest, making him sit back down with a huff. People were starting to stare at the commotion coming from your table, turning heads and muttering between themselves. You were slowly dying from embarrassment by the way, since you guys definitely became the topic of conversation for the other guests. The brothers were being too noisy to even notice and Lucifer himself was too preoccupied to see the scene they were creating which made you further slouch down into your chair, silently hoping for the ground to swallow you whole. The night really wasn’t going as intended. You could hear Solomon laughing at the brothers’ antics from three tables down.

“I guess that’s Mammon for you,” Belphie yawned, barely raising his head from table “He lies everyday, all day. What exactly is new here? And that says something since it’s coming from me.”

“I apologised for that!” Mammon whined, referring to Levi’s accusation and choosing not to address Belphie’s insult “I was gonna buy it but then I realised I spent all my money earlier that week anyway so I couldn’t!”

“Perhaps that wouldn’t happen if you learned how to save the money you earn properly,” Satan muttered, sipping from his glass of whatever beverage he had snatched from the servants earlier “Not like you know how to earn money in any way besides stealing it.”

You watch as Mammon clenched his fist “Can we please just move on-“

“I can’t believe that I was cursed with this moron for a brother,” Asmo sighed, almost theatrically, as if he was performing. And, in a way, he was. People were getting really interested in the drama unfolding over there. It was making you even more anxious, all those eyes staring at you. The Avatar of Lust was leaning so much on his chair, you were sure he was going to topple over and at this point, you kinda hoped he would. Anything to stop this momentum of hatred aimed at Mammon “You’re always getting us in trouble, you know. Hmph, we can’t go anywhere with you Mammon! You always end up ruining it for us! With your stupid schemes and-“

“I’m hungry-“

“Not now, Beel!”

“Cutting him up into tiny pieces for the witches will always be an option,” Lucifer chimed in, smiling at the thought.

Mammon snapped his head upwards at that. It was such an abrupt reaction, it made you jolt a little in your seat. You couldn’t miss the tension radiating from him, how quickly his body stiffened and exactly how hard his hands were gripping the edge of the table. His brothers were still paying him no mind, blaming him for this and that under their breath or being silently judgemental in Lucifer’s case. You worried for him because Mammon rarely acted like this; feral, in a way. Just so you know, he definitely noticed it. The look of concern plastered all over your face. That’s the only reason he released the table from his vice-like grip and slouched back against his chair. Satan went quiet and was staring at Mammon in bewilderment.

He disliked the idea of you watching him lose control of himself. He was your guardian. Your first pact. It’s important to him that your relationship is build around a pillar of trust. And he can’t even expect you to trust him if he exposes you to his demon form every time something inconveniences him. Mammon would rather cease to exit than have you fear him. So he kept his breathing regulated as the fog cleared his mind. The Avatar of Greed isn’t an angry demon. Snuffing out the the flame of rage he had fanned up until then was relatively easy. He just needed to get through tonight, then he could go home and complain to you about it once he got out of his brothers’ earshot.

“Why does he get to spend so much time with MC anyway? He’d probably sell them for a few Grimm any time of the day, wouldn’t he? It’s so fucking unfair. He won’t change no matter what so why risk MC’s safety? I will summon Lotan on him if he starts getting on my nerves.”

It would be an understatement to say that those words rubbed Mammon the wrong way, judging by the lack of immediate response. It was unexpected for him keep his mouth shut at a time like this. What was even more unexpected was the abrupt, delayed reaction he had a few seconds afterwards, resulting in his chair being flung back about 5 feet in that general direction. The seemingly deafening thud it made when it collided with the floor echoed around the dining hall, bouncing off walls and whacking people over the heads with the aggression behind it. A moment of pure, indescribably loud silence filled the crowded space as everyone else stared in shock at their brother, mouths agape and eyes bulging out of their sockets. Mammon would’ve laughed at their faces if it weren’t for the circumstances leading up to that point.

“What gives any of you the right to treat me like some sort of punching bag?” Mammon drawled, accentuating his obviously superior nature to almost every single demon at that table. He laughed, in an oddly half hearted way, before his sea struck gaze landed back to his siblings “Do not try to push me into a corner, because I will not handle it well. You’ve been having a field day with me for centuries now and I’m starting to get really ticked off, ya know? But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’ve done everything in my power to keep MC alive for the past few months and y’all are acting as if I’m out here playing with their life. Complain about me all you want. But...” He thumped the table, loud enough to make all the noblemen in the room flinch.

“Don’t you dare insinuate that I would ever put MC in danger, willingly or not because I will rip out your insides and paint the walls of this palace with them while hanging your intestines from these chandeliers. I will pluck your hairs out one by one, then your nails, then your eyeballs and then your teeth. You’re the ones that have put MC in danger’s way time and time again in the past few weeks, and you’re out here trying to suggest that I would even think about hurting them? Unlike every single one of you, who almost killed my human-you’re lucky I don’t have your fucking heads.”

He smashed his fist into the table again, using even more of his strength this time and effectively breaking the whole thing, the wooden legs giving out and shattering into thousands of splinters. Mammon spoke again, his voice lowering “MC forgave you. I didn’t. And I have no reason to. Not with how you’ve been treating me.”Once he spit that out, Mammon turned on his heel and left, slamming the door shut behind him hard enough to shake the whole building, leaving his siblings in dazed awe.

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Even more silence. For some reason, all of the brothers at the now broken table ended up looking your way, silently questioning what they should do. It often ended up like this

You gave them all an unimpressed stare and a half-assed shrug “Don’t look at me. You guys fucked up.” Before sliding out of your seat and following Mammon out of the castle, sending an apologetic smile to Diavolo on your way out. Hopefully, you could manage to calm him down before everyone else gets home otherwise this might drag on for a while.

Lucifer:

-In all honesty, he probably saw the signs from a mile away and still decided to ignore them

-Maybe because he believed they weren’t being all that harsh on him, even if in Mammon’s eyes they were

-‘Harsh’ in Lucifer’s vocabulary usually means being hanged upside down from a ceiling or publicly executed, not a couple of mere insults

-Not to mention the eldest had always been horrible at communicating with his brothers when it came to emotions

-Despite Mammon clearly suffering from the treatment he received from his brothers, Lucifer refuses to believe he’s the root of the problem

-As the Avatar of Pride, he always had a hard time realising that all those words and the constant teasing, which he deemed to be pretty harmless, scarred Mammon a lot more than expected

-Once he actually comes to that conclusion, and after getting over the initial shock, Lucifer would probably feel the guiltiest out of them all

-Being the eldest means he carries quite a few burdens on his shoulders as most responsibilities fall on him due to his prideful nature

-He would blame himself for Mammon’s outburst simply because he’s the older brother and he should’ve known better, not just because he sees how a big of a role he played in all of this

-Usually, if his brothers do something bad, then he’s there to fix it within hours, that’s how it always worked

-Except he doesn’t know how to fix this exactly

-The problem is he has no idea how to approach Mammon after that sudden meltdown and he has no idea how to talk it out with him because he sucks at expressing himself verbally

-And since this took place in a public space, Lord Diavolo’s Palace no less, he felt really conflicted on what should have been done at that moment in time

-There was a lot of frustration, embarrassment and confusion in him for a good five minutes after Mammon slammed that door shut behind him and even after he gathered his thoughts together, he was still in shock for the rest of the night

-In any case, the whole event was promptly cancelled and everyone ended up going home earlier than expected, after Lucifer apologised to Diavolo about the spectacle they created (several times)

-When they finally get home, he decided to give Mammon his space instead of trying to knock at his door and instead went back to his room

-He knows they will need to solve this matter soon but there’s no way Mammon will want to see, let alone talk, to any of them just yet

-He’s sort of hoping he can apologise best he can next morning at breakfast, cross his fingers and wish for the best but judging by the venom that laced Mammon’s voice the night before, it’s not likely he will forgive any of them that easily.

Levi:

-If I were to guess, he saw the ending credits of his life flash before his very eyes as soon as those words left his mouth

-Levi felt a panic in him like never before, not even while playing his engaging horror visual novels at 3am in complete darkness or that one time he used Lucifer’s credit card to buy merch before being found out

-Must’ve forgotten his brother technically ranks higher than him on the power scale for a second there

-Or maybe he didn’t think his insults were going to affect him much

-They usually don’t

-Or at least that’s the impression he’s been under for a while now

-Mammon doesn’t snap easily under pressure but Levi must’ve really hit a nerve there that night

-While everyone was sitting in a short silence after Mammon left the building, he started twiddling with his fingers again the more he thought about it

-Because now he went from nervous to fucking terrified of what the hell was waiting for him when he finally got home

-He does feel guilty, nowhere near as much guilt as Lucifer feels but still pure shame

-However most of that guilt is swallowed by a steady fear and the constant worry of ‘how do I stop my brother from killing me?’

-Unlike Lucifer, I honestly don’t see him taking any sort of initiative when it comes to apologising to Mammon

-Not even because he doesn’t want to, but he would freeze up if he were to come face to face with him after that incident and then scamper back to his room like a rat in hiding

-So without your help, it’s likely the two won’t be speaking to each very soon which can honestly make life at the House of Lamentation so much more miserable

-In the end, if either you or Lucifer forced him to, he would say sorry by selling some of his merch and then giving him the profits (in secret but we all know it’s him)

-That is a big sacrifice on Levi’s part considering how precious his merchandise is to him

-But the idea that he’s gonna get murdered in his sleep by his older brother was getting a tad too real

-Besides, Mammon is still his brother and if he has to sell a couple of items in order to make him less mad, he would do it, albeit with a bit of grumbling

-Despite that, Mammon still refuses to come out of his room and sort of relies on you to bring him food because he doesn’t want to see his brothers

-Levi and Mammon would probably have to rebuild a lot of their relationship after this but it could easily take months for that to happen since Levi is too terrified to look him in the eye and Mammon is too upset to even hear his voice

Satan:

-He wouldn’t be the Avatar of Wrath if he couldn’t spot the anger within someone from a mile away

-He’s always been able to recognise the fury building up inside of him so for Satan it’s second nature to just know when someone’s on the brink of snapping

-It’s no surprise to say that he probably noticed Mammon’s wrath spilling out before anyone else did

-But alas, he realised it too late

-If he had reacted quicker, maybe he would’ve been able to diffuse Mammon before he exploded on them. Or not

-It’s difficult to tell if he could’ve actually helped because who was he to tell Mammon to calm down??? If anyone told him that while he was throwing a fit, he would probably break their necks-

-In the end, he just pressed his lips into a straight line and watched his brother throw his chair across the room

-Not gonna lie, he found it a bit entertaining purely because of the look on Lucifer’s face

-Satan had to try really hard not to crack a smile because he knew Mammon would probably smash a glass against his head or something

-Even so, he was the first to stand up and offer to go after him, though he wasn’t sure he could do much consoling

-Being so experienced with anger meant that he knew Mammon had built himself into a rage that he won’t be able to escape out of too easily

-Which is why he advises Lucifer to give Mammon his space once they get home

-Overall, the most understanding out of all of the brothers

-At this point in time, probably the least judgemental out of everyone and once Mammon comes out of his room for the first time in a while, either him or Beel is going to apologise to him first

-He may push and push him alongside the rest of his siblings but I feel like Satan doesn’t want to reach a certain low, like cornering Mammon into the frenzy he had that day ever again

-He might get pissy with him if he’s being too stubborn to forgive anyone after coming down from his intrusive thoughts

-And he really hates that Mammon had to remind them about all the times you had nearly died because of them, because he knows they won’t be able to make it up to you so why is Mammon upset about this????

-But he will try to maintain respect for his older brother from then on

-Even if the sharpest of remarks is on the top of his tongue!

Asmo:

-Asmo is the type to laugh it off and then start feeling really upset about it later on, the longer he thinks about the whole thing

-After Mammon storms out, he just assumes it’s another one of those ‘Mammon’ things and tried to brush the feeling of unease off him

-Even so, later that night the memory of Mammon kept coming back to him while he laid in his bed, unable to have a nice rest for the first time in how long? He’s always been really strict about his sleeping schedules after all

-Asmo’s observant, almost on par with Satan himself when it comes down to it. He definitely saw the gleam of anger, pent up frustration and hatred in his brothers’ eyes that moment and it legitimately scared him, even if it was for just half a second

-Honestly, he begins neglecting himself out of anticipation and worry which is a huge red flag for the Avatar of Lust who always holds himself at such a superior level compared to everyone else

-It may start out slow, but it has the same effect as a snowball rolling down the hill. It becomes more of a problem the longer it’s ignored

-Because he spends most of his days now debating whether he should try to coax his brother into coming out of his room and apologising to him, he forgets about himself

-Skincare routines are missed, pedicure appointments have been cancelled; hell, if Mammon’s keeps being stubborn, he may let his hair become absolutely filthy

-Asmo sort of relies on his brothers to provide the living environment he revolves around. If something is off with his brothers, he can not work properly either because it doesn’t feel right to do so

-Imagine a machine not working anymore because one of the clogs in it got stuck

-I can see Asmo feeling a decent amount of guilt when it comes to the situation but he still blames Levi for completely pushing him over the edge at dinner

-So now those two aren’t talking (it’s honestly so exhausting since they’re shoving the blame onto each other without stop)

-If Mammon decides to come out and hear them out, Asmo might get on his knees and beg because that guilt bubbling up inside of him may end up being his demise

-No seriously, MC might need to keep an eye out on him too while comforting Mammon because whatever he is doing isn’t healthy

-Takes Mammon’s outburst pretty badly and tries apologising to him many times but the second eldest still hasn’t said a word to any of them

-And that’s driving him into a fucking swirl of insanity at this point

-Of course, much like Mammon’s mental breakdown, this builds up over time but the result can be devasting

-If you pass by his room at night, you could probably hear him sob about how his brother hates him and it’s really heartbreaking to hear pained cries like that coming from such an overly confident demon like Asmo

Beel:

-Literally the only one here that doesn’t dish out insults onto Mammon every hour of the day

-He joins in very rarely and even when he does, it’s usually in good nature rather than malice

-Unless food is involved. Feelings (and Mammon) might be hurt if that’s the case

-Beel wasn’t listening to his siblings as they were diminishing Mammon, he was way too hungry to comprehend what the hell they were on about

-So he just started wolfing down appetisers until he noticed you looking all weary

-That’s the first thing that put him on alert

-And then the second born’s aura was also...off putting

-Might’ve actually tried to nudge Belphie to stop him from saying anything offensive to Mammon in this state when he realised how tense the atmosphere got

-Flinched when his brother left the palace, almost cracking the whole doorway on his way out

-Hunger is all but gone and at this point he wants to go home to check up on him

-Beel is a bit of a softie and he wears his heart on his sleeve a lot of the times

-He never did anything particularly bad to Mammon, not on the same scale his brothers did certainly and yet he still felt extremely bad

-Perhaps because he didn’t step in as much as he should’ve...?

-Either way, when his loved ones suffer, he has a tendency of putting the blame on himself because he feels it’s the only logical answer

-Honestly, he feels guilty enough to the point where it’s affecting his eating habits-which is obviously not normal for the Avatar of Gluttony

-Beel knows Mammon doesn’t want to talk to him but he still brings him food and leaves it at the doorstep of his room since he doesn’t want to come out and have dinner with them

-Or he relies on you to give it to him

-The thought of Mammon being so mad at them that he doesn’t even want to eat makes him feel so vulnerable

-As soon as he sees him for the first time since that night, he will probably be the first to apologise, even if Mammon isn’t in the mood to hear apologies

-Again, he’s trying to use food to make up to him (bringing him his favourites and paying for them)

-Even if he gets ignored, he’s still going to do it

-Beel is trying his best to say sorry to his older brother the only way he knows how to do so, but Mammon still doesn’t give in

Belphie:

-Could’ve been asleep the whole time Mammon was thrashing about

-Or at least that’s what it looked like to the average passer-by

-Kept one eye open to watch as Mammon finally snapped under pressure, having to raise his head once his brother broke the whole god damned table

-“OK, alright, storm off I guess-I have a splinter now-“

-Don’t trust that sarcastic commentary, he’s in deep thought on the inside

-Maybe he should’ve expected this but then again, he never would’ve guessed Mammon had it in him to be so aggressive

-Will narrow his eyes at him when he talks your death and scowl

-As if he didn’t already feel like the world’s biggest piece of shit, he had to bring that up

-As soon as he leaves, he turns to Lucifer and goes “See what you did? You broke Mammon. You suck, Lucifer.”

-The shifting of blame suits Belphie really well (it takes Beel side glancing him to get him to shut up)

-The Avatar of Sloth is too tired to even try to communicate with his brother so he goes straight to bed after getting home

-However, he actually visits Mammon’s dreams that night

-Or at least tries to, if Mammon is getting any sleep after that showdown

-It’s his way of checking in with his brother, helps him evaluate the situation

- Whether that works or not, there was definitely an attempt that required a lot of effort and you don’t see that very often with Belphagour

-It really demonstrates how much he actually cares for his family, even if he hides behind snide remarks and the likes of it

-However, if Mammon refuses communication, then he can’t do anything but give up

-He clearly won’t be able to convince him to step aside for a chit chat and why waste energy trying to force him to do so

-When the time comes, Belphie knows his brother will willingly talk to him (or at least someone else because he knows he’s not any good at comfort or apologies)

-At the same time, a lot of the things Mammon said during that party rubbed him the wrong way and seeing his twin suffer because of it is also pissing him off so patience may be running thin with Belphie

-Like Levi, there may be a lot of ice between the two from then onwards so it won’t be easy for them to find the middle ground in this whole argument either

-It could lead to a strained relationship if no one intervenes or even a physical fight if the youngest pushes all of Mammon’s buttons properly

Diavolo:

-The Future King feels guilty too, for some reason

-He is clearly not involved but he’s under the impression his party was a catalyst of sorts to the fight that broke out that night

-Diavolo wasn’t even in the same room when it happened-he heard shouting and growling from next door whilst talking to a noble about future arrangements in DevilDom and rushed in

-The sight was something to behold really; Mammon cornering all of his brothers and threatening them with pure venom in his voice wasn’t something you saw everyday

-More often than not, it was the other way around so the Prince had every right to be concerned

-He tried asking Lucifer what was going on after the second eldest slammed the door shut behind him and left but to no avail; the Avatar of Pride was in a state of shock and the only thing he did was apologise to him about a million times before his departure with the rest of his siblings

-Despite his worry, Diavolo tried not to get involved in the aftermath either, believing it’s not his place to interfere and hoping they would solve it out amongst themselves

-He did give Mammon permission to miss RAD classes for that week, thinking a small break is what he needed most

-Even drops by every now and then to check up on him (he just asks you how he’s holding up because he doesn’t want to pry)

-He can’t do much but watch from the sidelines, I mean this is a family dispute so it would be wise to just give them all a bit of space

-If it drags on for too long, however, he will be forced to do something because the brothers are all distracted and can’t get on with their student council work because of it

-Lucifer is even more stressed than usual and can’t even focus during their meetings so for the sake of his friend, if nothing gets resolved quickly, he will intervene and it won’t be pretty

-For now, he’s counting on you to make sure there are no further incidents but it’s unlikely you can stop a train once it’s set in motion so just hope Mammon doesn’t come out of his room until he’s calmed down

Barbatos:

-The butler is a Time Lord so it’s probably no surprise to find out he already knew this was going to happen eventually

-Not like he believed Mammon was going to take his brothers’ insults for much longer anyway

-Being the quiet and observant demon he is, he’s been keeping a close eye on the Avatar of Greed knowing damn well he was going to lose his patience soon enough and go on the offence

-If he knew this was going to happen at such an important moment in time, he would’ve warned his majesty beforehand but he failed to see the potential catastrophe awaiting his breakdown

-Again, he has no right to intervene

-Unless, of course, Lord Diavolo asks him to do so but really the most he can do is give you tips on how to deal with miserable demons

-I mean, you’re the one that’s going to be stuck with them for the rest of the year and this isn’t the type of conflict that gets resolved too easily

-Barbatos is clever so if there is still bitterness between Mammon and his siblings after an amount of time passed, he might try to change timelines (with the permission of Diavolo)

-He’s had enough of Beel coming over to eat his cakes and cry about his older brother hating him (believe it or not, the butler is definitely a bit fond of the sixth eldest so his cries did pull at his heartstrings)

-Basically, in the same position as the Prince

-He relies on you to get them all to make up but he knows it’s not likely to happen any time soon

-For now, he’s getting ready for the chain reaction this fight set in motion because there was no easy way to end this, considering they’re all vicious demons and all

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Al~ im mad I couldn’t add Simon, Luke and Solomon-I want to write for them too >:(

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sugar-petals · 3 years

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sub!Yuzu | nsfw alphabet

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tags + warnings. dom/sub dynamics, femdom!reader, role reversal hc, smut, kinks, cum play, spanking, sex toys, very freaky yuzu, kitten play, mdlb, crying kink, food play, prostate orgasms, bondage, some deeper stuff & angsty bits, asthma mention, aftercare

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Once the cat ears come off, who is Yuzuru Hanyu not to remain in character for a while. For the shits and giggles, and because it’s cozy. Once a catboy, always a catboy, it’s the law of the land. Curling up, kneading at you for the head pats and massages, you know the programme.

Also: Yuzu is famously soft-spoken and always finds the right thing to say. So, stimulating conversation for the cooldown. This is literally so nice. He’s unafraid to reflect everything in detail, say what he preferred, what you could change up together, what he wants to try next. The afterglow is not just physical, as in you give him something to drink, it’s 70% verbal which is very important to him as a consistent habit.

Of course, not to forget: Always gotta have a Winnie Pooh plushie ready. He embraces it readily and, as we know him, does some roleplay right then and there. Yuzu, professional cutiepie he is, is the kinda sub who treats all plush and pillow stuff as alive and breathing. You as his domme are in on the play and also treat his things as holy as they are to him. That Yuzu lets you into that world is the biggest compliment you can possibly get.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

We all know Yuzu’s godly ass and thighs. Or the staggering waist and beautiful black hair that makes him a total bombshell in his classic comb-back styles. His face is soft and expressive and so damn unique, his legs muscular and long, his back and tummy chiseled, the list goes on and on. Jesus, he has so many great features. All body parts a masterpiece. That are all capable of god-tier contortionism on top of that, gotta mention it in passing. Just so you know if you haven’t seen him bend his every limb into directions you wouldn’t believe are humanly possible.

Interestingly though. If he chooses, Yuzu picks his feet: They are his most important instrument and weak spot. His ankles are where the magic happens. So, you taking care of them a little would mean the world to him, imagine a candle light massage. Not to worry, no-gross-alert. Yuzu has perfect and cute feet. That’s gonna be a Victorian moment, oh my god I saw his ankles. For his partner, short and simple: He likes a shoulder to lean on. He loves being touchy in general, all body parts are amazing to him. Being in a profession that’s all about the physics, Yuzuru knows about the wonders of the body.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Certified king of cumsluts, doesn’t even hesitate. The more, the merrier. If he’s not covered in sticky stuff, Yuzu would be underchallenged. It’s less about the taste, texture or any degradation, for him it’s the playing around with his tongue. Somebody wants his mouth preoccupied. Give the cat his milk. Feed him his own cum mixed with yours. He’s gonna lap at it and swallow.

Since Yuzu’s dream is a mommy domme baking him something, he just loves the smell of dough and hazelnuts and cinnamon and everything — you know what’s coming: Imagine the food play. Nuts indeed. Anything that even remotely looks like a creampie is something he wants to get his lips on. And Yuzu is not the type to be a foodie at all, let that sink in. Sexual-looking food is just too big a temptation, though. And you spoiling him that way... oh my. Surefire way to end up in bed right after.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has a butt plug collection. Once almost went on the ice with one in. The more you know. Also— this guy is the kinda type fantasizing to get absolutely railed on a bed of plushies. He has troubles suggesting it to you because he doesn’t want them to get actually dirty. But the idea gets the two of you kind of horny. Sometimes, a thought is better as a fantasy than actually executing it. You can use it for riling up’s sake, whispering it to him during dirty talk. How you’ll bounce on him and ruin him and milk him while he’s splayed out so innocently on your bed. I smell corruption kink.

Another secret Yuzu keeps is just how much he changed his mind about wanting his partner to control everything in bed. He grew up with a pre-defined ideal type of a cute, nice skater girl who’d let the reins very loosely around him, who he can speak Japanese to because he had problems with English, who is small and someone he will protect. It wasn’t something based on experience and trying things out: It was simply expected of him. People wanted the domineering Yuzuru on ice to be that way in private, and make use of his power, be a man, savior, boss.

The reality being: He never felt truly as tough on the ice, nor was he gender-conforming in person. In fact, that is what he became famous for, and it reassured Yuzuru very often how people would accept and actually celebrate this side of him. Which is so refreshing, and a sight to see. The side that was dorky, clingy, childish, gorgeous, and cute has always been there, but now he embraces it more as his comfort place. He has to know what he’s doing in his skating programme and show competitive spirit to achieve his dreams, but that’s where it stops.

His former ideals are something people wanted to hear, it was an adaptation of the environment rather than thinking it through on his own. So, years later — oh boy have things changed. Yuzuru no longer defines his ideal type that way, saying whoever he likes is someone he’d be with. What was a fantasy template and filter is now gone and adapted to his newfound, own preferences. Yuzu is comfortably open-minded rather than being a copy to mainstream. He found fun in speaking English, opened up to the world at large, had more girls around him who he could befriend, grew more confident in his stature, and is well aware — turns out he’s the cute one. Who needs to be taken under a wing. He likes strong-minded girls and says if he had a wife, she’d dominate him. Yuzuru secretly wants her to be in charge entirely, she owns his body and soul. Not in daily life where things are just normal and everyone goes about their business. Sexually, where he surrenders instead, and is taken care of.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

The tale of an introvert. What he knows — he hides it well. Has eyefucked a whole lot of people and is the type to lust like mad from a far distance, and nobody will ever know. Crushes harder than peppercorns in a mill. If he loves someone, it lingers in his mind every split second of the day, may god have mercy on him. And if you know him: Yuzu aims too high to keep it light and easy and clumsy. He hates being an amateur, he’s terrified of starting out something. He dreads not knowing what to do, how exactly to behave, talk, touch, breathe, respond, negotiate, prepare. That’s a hundred percent like hell to him.

Ironically, he has a natural feeling for it and he’s literally amazing in bed, has a sense for social interaction is all the way cute with something valuable to say. But what he believes is something way different. Yuzuru is a diehard, nervous perfectionist. He can only think of it as a rated performance since his mind usually has to work that way to skate well. His esteem is on a knife edge depending on how well he thinks he does. So, the inevitable: He will shy away from sex altogether. He draws immense skating passion from staying celibate, in fact it’s his success secret, but it still eats him up from the inside and makes him frustrated beyond measure. Not even for the pleasure, since he’s so ambitious that’s almost forgotten about, but for being told he did well.

That’s how much he believes sex is a drill and capability test. And it’s sad that he thinks it’s like his skating career, racking up points for the impossible things judges want and being in a deadlock when it comes to showing his artistic side. He feels thrown into cold water if he doesn’t know everything beforehand. If he ever works up the courage, which probably won’t happen, he will pay an expert to learn from rather than let something all over the place happen with a random person or even someone he might like.

Yes, you heard that right. He’d rather see a sex worker than ‘mess up’ his first time according to his sky-high standards. So, Yuzu’s experience remains limited since he’s so 100% do or die, and so anxious, and so torn about social interaction, he doesn’t get how his peers can be playboys and get married and flirt with someone they like and all that. He sort of has an easier time with guys, but girls... he can’t approach. To top it off, he also feels like he’d burden his first time one somebody or embarrasses himself, so he will reject and avoid suitors. Those are usually not the people he crushes so hard on to begin with. It’s bound to be one-sided and he knows, so he will abstain and focus on career and use the cheers of his fans as a substitute.

Truth is, he feels helpless and distant from sex sometimes, especially with his practice-heavy lifestyle and hyper-smart mind, Yuzuru has an intelligence that exceeds what most people can grasp. He’s alone on the ice and Brian as a coach is often the only reference person who truly gets him, and leads him well without being controlling. But that’s professional life. Sexually, Yuzuru is metaphorically: coachless. He surely observed it well when Javier (the #1 ladies man, his opposite) was still active and a social butterfly helping him fit in, but Yuzu would always be worried about his extreme fame and spotless image when introduced to someone fangirling over him. He’d rather prefer someone who comes across as a mentor and solid, loyal-to-death person to look up to. So he would do anything to have someone benevolent like that. Most girls would expect him to be the sex god and expert, but he knows that’s only half of the story and based on his characters on the ice. Yuzu crafts these to counterbalance how he really is — withdrawn and indirect.

Yuzu is extremely calculating and selective, he scans suitors well, protects his reputation, and is mortified of failure. So, he’d rather learn it by the book and from someone he’s not emotionally attached to. In a one-night stand that might also be the case, but he doesn’t know what to expect, and he’s absolutely terrified of sudden sexual vulnerability. He himself often says he values his own struggle between feeling so weak and being strong again

Besides: He’d have problems squeezing hookups into his schedule and lifestyle, he’d have to cut down on things and create a double life. Plus, Yuzu is famously inept with social interaction up close, he flees the noise and unpredictability. So, it’s better to have a long-term partner. If he doesn’t know something yet, he has it down in one day like the single axel. Definitely counts on his partner teaching him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

We know Yuzu’s signature move is the lean-back Ina Bauer. So, whatever position allows for an arch is the real deal (cough, taking the strap — oh my god his ass is made for it). But anyway, he can pull off anything with that stellar flexibility and core strength.

If I think about it. Yuzu might like sitting on your lap very much. I know it’s not a sex position, I mean it can be once his inner lapdancer awakens or you use a strap-on, I rather mean... just for some sweet moments and making out. But yeah: Fathom Yuzu gyrating on your like that. Not in an outright lascivious manner or Chippendales style. The Hanyu way, with embellishments and all the grace. This is gonna be a huge turn-on and perfect foreplay position.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not much to elaborate here: Yep, Yuzu is true goofball indeed. Really flustered and clumsy when eye-to-eye in missionary, and yet: He’s ultra serious towards the end, there’s gonna be an aggressive staredown before cumming. The feeling gets pretty intense, his duality between silly and ‘yeah, give it to me’ is no joke.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Would probably die from inflammation if he shaved clean under those tight suits and did all these chafe-heavy skating routines. Doesn’t have a lot of body hair to begin with, but for pits and pubes, it’s alive, wild, and decently long. Out of all people, Yuzu cares particularly about aesthetics, but in this case pragmatism will prevail. He doesn’t care too much about it either as long as it doesn’t get in the way of something. Having sex with Yuzu tends to be well um well all about a hundred types of friction so any stubble would be a bad idea.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

You haven’t seen a guy in love like that. It’s a figure skater thing for sure. Since he works to portray these sentiments on the ice daily, hardly anybody can play up feelings so delicately and palpably like Yuzuru. Emotion is what his entire career is built on. He knows how to express himself directly, appropriately, intimately. Couldn’t be any more romantic. Yuzu can’t go without it.

Very passionate, ‘for your eyes only’ kind of atmosphere. Yes, he shows off on the ice, it’s his job (although of course, that word doesn’t really sum up what skating means to him). But private Yuzu is someone you can claim as yours. He will make it clear, he wants to belong to you, he’s yours, dedicated, devotion is the entire point. Less with a slant of what some subs like, very hands-on ownership of a mistress. It’s more emotional. He’s really attached and all smitten. Your private little haven is everything to him.

Talking about little: Yuzu can be quite a pillow prince sometimes. At least when the initiative doesn’t go back and forth as it frequently does, you often alternate with suggestions and ways of tweaking an ongoing play session. You blindfold him or tie his wrists, He might be standard tired from practice or just fascinated to watch you work your magic on him.

He also likes music to set the tone for intimacy, who’s surprised. Prepare: Yuzu likes dramatic classical music all the way. He’s probably one of the few people who can make it more than ‘classy’ and definitely more than cringe. He selects pieces very well. This is gonna be a practice template to cum together when the music reaches its peak. Makes the whole thing full of adrenaline.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Lots of fun to him. Would beat it 24/7 if the ice wasn’t calling him. Drowns himself in lube. This guy’s me-time is so rated R, Cardi B would be inspired to remix WAP to wet ass penis as an anthem just for him. A dry dick is a ruined day for Yuzuru, as is a session without teasing his prostate in whatever way he currently fancies. Once he tried it, he never went back. The intensity knocking him out is something that Yuzu thinks about all the time. Strokes like a pro, does all these little moans, can do it forever, loves the feeling, chases the high. Adrenaline junkie on the ice? No different with his hand around his cock.

Will masturbate everywhere in the house and has to really get his head in the game to make sure he won’t ruin any carpets. So, he always has at least two towels with him. In the kitchen, in front of the TV, in the shower, the bed. Watches his fair share of eclectic porn, he gets really desperate. Especially before you started dating, Yuzu would shut himself in until the lotion ran out. Can jack off to something romantic (he starts crying) or something extreme (he loves shocking himself and ).

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Very curious about sadomasochism. Googles a lot of things that make him hard during the day. Often jawdropped by his research, but once he tries things out with you, nothing can really shock him anymore. Absolutely wants to be collared, it’s his biggest fantasy. Another little secret he has, Yuzu is decked out in skating gloves, right. He wishes he could feel you wearing them, or he keeps them on for sex himself, the lacey transparent ones. Looks especially pretty when his wrists are tied so, major photograpy material. Oh yes, Yuzu likes the camera, he can work it. The guy is photogenic in any position and can strike any angle you want. Your phone background is a new Yuzu snapshot every week already, imagine your gallery, 5800 kinky pictures.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

I’m gonna say it. The frozen lake out of town, late at night, condoms and lube with you. A quickie that will leave your genitals frozen. Yuzu might get stuck inside you because it’s -15 Celsius. Call that fantasy on ice. Jokes aside: Come on, Yuzu is the biggest ever hermit homebody. The couch will have a bunch of indents after your week-long fucking sessions after he comes home training. Also, at his desk while he does work for university. You ride him, Yuzu studies. Double the ambition. His dick is completely sore. The lake out of town thing might go down, but without sex. Just skating together under the stars, Yuzu doing amazing spins and spirals around you, very very romantic.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Yuzu is a crazed Sagittarius. Have you seen these men? They just want it all. Must be the influence of Jupiter. Zeus was definitely vibing that way. And yes, Yuzu has borderline unhealthy gold medal thinking in bed. He wants to be not just good but damn good with pleasing you. If you don’t have a good time and head home without an orgasm, he’ll consider himself a failure. Yuzu won’t cut himself any slack there. You’d have a hard time changing his ways into something more chill and moderate. Instead, you will see the benefits of rolling with it once you see how improvement fuels him and does make sex really mindblowing.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Couldn’t do things like slapping you, spanking. Yuzu makes for a terrible daddy dom, it’d not suit him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Cum-dripping oral mess, Yuzu is the brave kind. Totally into it, and can’t resist a good blowjob. Will act different afterwards, there’s a lot of erotic tension. “This evening again?” is what those eyes are saying.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Outstanding kinesthetic intelligence. Every inch of his body follows his intent, and yours if you have him take on certain ways of kneeling. Yuzu can do it all, whatever you want. Tantalizing, moderato, overwhelmingly fast. He can take it, he can portray it. And knows the value of a pause like a true connoisseur. Not just when he wants to prevent cumming early, also just because the moment is right. That’s why cockwarming is a staple, as well as you having him wait patiently for kisses. To top it off: If you give him a blowjob, building up the tension by doing nothing is damn effective. The ruined orgasms you’re gonna give him... delicious.

Everything’s gonna have nice transitions as well, no awkward climbing and rolling and tangling limbs. If he gets something from another room that you need, no slouching. The university course as good as the extracurricular activities. Being inconsistent with any subsidiary details? Not in the Hanyu household, he’s keeping it classy. Yuzu feels like if he makes the bridges to new positions even remotely messy, the feeling is killed and it’s as if he’d break character mid-skate. Although he’ll have to practice and refine and test a lot of things because he’s not super experienced and adapting to your own movements is an individualized thing to do, he’s a masterclass of quality, period.

Even when things get fast and heated, nothing feels off. Having that kind of body smartness also means: Yuzu learns by touch, whatever you do. He knows by the way you pull his hair what comes next. How much saliva drips off your tongue when you suck at his neck, he knows how hard you’ll to ravage him in five minutes. This guy observes things you aren’t even conscious of because his physical understanding is just so fine-tuned.

The sense of rhythm, and every skating programme of him will showcase that, unbeatable. Unless his mood is really impacted by something severe, your guy feels it in every bone. He’s an artist, after all, he listens to music all the time. Dissecting rhythms to turn them into movement is what his line of work is all about. The pace will always fit the mood. Everything is precise, but never crude. Instead, the way he moves is dictated by an inherent flow. With little accents that match right with any thrust, like putting his hands on your sides when you’re on top of him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Hit it Shakira: Whenever, wherever! He seemingly carries an entire condom factory with him. Or, to be more exact: At least three of them.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

This one’s a complicated case. Yuzu being reckless on the ice may or may not mirror in your private life. He might need some downtime, so bring out the soft domme stuff. No trial and error stuff, just going through a routine of things you love the most. On the other hand, he always gives it all. This guy’s endurance at your hands is amazing. Advanced kinds of BDSM he will not feel deterred from at all. Rough toys, anal hooks, sounding, whips, why not is Yuzu’s motto. But then again. He has such a confusing mix of innocence and feeling like he’s completely hardcore. You might end up experimenting a lot, but also not daring the leap sometimes because the mood is different. And then rather go for softer hours, where Yuzu will be all shy shy and more bursting with excitement than ever. A good, interesting mix is what I’m saying.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Yuzuru, once he gets a bit of practice to gauge the situation... Viagra on two legs, absolute unexpected powerhouse. You might end up pondering to work out a little and go for a run because this guy is in a consistently outstanding shape to say the least. Olympic athletes are literally hard to fuck with. And since Yuzu is starfishing sometimes (which is very adorable), or he’s in bondage for some time, that presents a further problem: For a second round, he’s full of energy, while you already spent energy. So, you alternate with who’s active, and the other leans back entirely. He has to remind himself since his body is programmed for it: This is no contest — the point is feeling good.

You might ride him reverse cowgirl all the way while you watch TV, and after the overstimulation fades he will eat you out ad nauseam, full course slobbering, sweeping the whole menu. That way, it’s less about keeping up with him, which would be hard for most people not doing sports at his galactic level. He understands, Yuzu knows he’s not normal in that regard, you don’t have to worry. Some exercise still doesn’t hurt, just to further increase the quality of sex anyway.

Then again: Why go jogging and do some laps wasting valuable together time when Yuzu’s lap is the best workout? And running doesn’t guarantee your stamina in bed is perfect even if it does help. You rather wanna manage how to draw out the arousal. It’s a self-control thing, with the goal of having you match up in every aspect as good as you can. In which case, you can count on him to pull it off: Have you seen Yuzu doing jumps side by side with a bunch of female skaters? Copy paste. This guy knows how to synchronize with the ladies.

Something that has to be mentioned beside that, though. Yuzu has asthma since 2 years old, and it’s often a mind thing to him still these days. He doesn’t let it stop him from sleeping with you because as always, he’s not letting anything get in his way. He has learned to live and thrive with it. But you both have to mind the possibility of an attack, he prevents it with inhalers, and the mood plays a crucial role. Yuzu being comfortable and confident is so important to his breathing, and keeping a good rhythm rather than being chaotic in bed. So, you will plan most of your sexual activities rather than improvising.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Would stuff an entire sex shop into his every available orifice. Yuzu is a toy freak, he wants to try everything. Motto: a new one every day. Well, almost. But he can afford it. Buys stuff he uses solely on himself, things you use on him, things he uses solo and you use on him, and as the cherry on top, every possible high end vibrator on the market for you. Any size, too. This bitch will browse through the latest innovations, prepare to get off. He’s obsessed with seeing you use it on yourself. Yuzu owns a separate phone just for videos of you buzzing your clit, and him fingering you for minutes and minutes.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Extremely so. Loves to be a total brat only to get put into his place. He does it so you’ll pull the chin grab on him. He likes getting choked out as a punishment as well. Yuzu also tends to be very around the corner if you will when it comes to soft subbing, he lays over expecting cuddles but doesn’t say so. Buds his head against your chest, nuzzles, and so on. Lighter forms of teasing come to him very easily. Loves to prompt. Roughhousing, banter, favorite thing.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Moderately loud because his voice is very very light, but unsurprisingly — he’s just beautiful. What a nice tone. Gorgeous whimpering sounds. And when you go hard on him, voice cracks! And really heavy breathing. What’s gonna be the most striking though is his expressiveness. We know it from the ice and interviews, and he can really amp it up even further. No need for screaming, that face will speak the volumes.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You’ll be blessed with him if you have a huge crying kink. Yuzu definitely opens the waterworks every other week in bed. Happy tears, horny tears, relief tears, aftercare tears, orgasm tears, masochist tears, romantic tears, subspace tears, he has it all. He also begs for the type of pain that makes it stream down his face for minutes. He’s touchy-feely all the way and feels like he can really connect with you that way.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His ass twitching is kind of a spectacle, but I don’t have to tell you, do I. Yuzu has muscles for the gods in there. So voluptuous, you can’t call it any other way. Big booty boyfriend, Jesus you can show him off, he loves it. Around the house, he will flaunt them big ole athlete buns in particular, acting like it’s unintended. Um, Yuzu, those are joggings. Smack it, he is sure to moan.

And may I respectfully mention as well — this guy has some major big ass balls figuratively and literally. How else would someone be motivated to jump a triple axel like it’s nothing. Not kidding, they’re big and round and ugh. His love for tight pants doesn’t help. He knows what your eyes like and dresses just to flex the goods. Screams for more spanking and pinching if you ask me. Yuzu is definitely serving it. Well-endowed, you lucky girl.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Mega horny, ready when you are. On a scale from zero to hundred? Breaching into the 90 percent right there. Yuzu’s hormones are literally insane. On paper he’s 26, but his dick wants the 18th birthday party. Jesus is he gonna be clingy when he’s in the mood. All wrapped around you in a backhug in the kitchen or when you iron a costume of his, and that’s sexy of him. He’s not gonna hide what’s filling out those sweatpants. He’ll desperately grind up against you like it’s Christmas.

Paired with his puppy eyes and little “Do you have some time... I’ll iron this tomorrow” — instant pounce. He’s admittedly a bit hard to keep up with sometimes, though. The reason: With that level of exercise, he has major pent-up energy. That machine is definitely running. Heavy sports changes your hormones, nervous system, and especially blood flow. Now take that to the scale of his performances and regimens? That equals a firework of horny. No wonder he masturbates all the time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Takes some time. He cools down, sweats it out, chugs water. However, don’t underestimate how tired Yuzu can already be. His daily routines and competitions have a toll on him. Ironically, he’s not a deep sleeper, however. Yuzu might toss and turn and have sudden energy bursts, or ideas, or gets hungry. So, he needs his plushies, he needs a weighted blanket, warm pajamas, a hot cup of his favorite warm drink, a light snack, and you by his side. Spooning him excessively and sometimes even humming to him. Yuzu looks like a certified angel on his pillow, his well-deserved rest from everything is so important, too.

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A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 63

A/N: Thank you to everyone who has sent kind messages, comments, and asks. Thank you for understanding that I needed a break, my eyes thank you (as does my chore list). Here is a bit longer than normal chapter for you all!

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A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–

He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?

MASTERLIST

Chapter 63: Taking Over You

You heard footsteps approaching from around the corner. You did not want to open your eyes. Hoping that you had turned invisible and that you could just lie there all morning.

“M’lady it’s time to get up, you can’t just waste away the day in bed,” said Adlez pulling back the covers.

You groaned and turned away from her, trying your best to ignore her prompts at trying to get you up. Your head still feels weighed down, feeling like an anchor against the pillow.

“The Supreme Leader said you weren’t feeling good, but there is too much to do m’lady you have to get up.” She was physically pulling you up now. Your body felt heavy to you as you didn’t do much to assist her. You felt as if the gravitational pull on the ship was forcing your body back to the bed. Olivia-Rose assisted her in getting you to the dressing room.

Once there, you sat in front of the vanity as they buzzed all around you getting this or that ready and finished. The most difficult part was getting you dressed, as your body wanted nothing to do with standing up. You would rather collapse on the chaise lounge, but eventually, they had gotten you fully dressed and ready for the day.

Heading into the dining room for breakfast was a much easier affair, although you were now joined by all of your staff. They all appeared rather pensive and nervous at the situation. You took your time ordering a spread for everyone to enjoy, not feeling bothered as to whether to ask what each individual person wanted.

Your head was pounding as if you had the worst hangover of your life. You calmly asked Adlez if she could turn down the lights as they seemed to be aiding in the pain that you had. Your eyes felt tired and strained anytime you needed to look any farther than two feet in front of you. You felt miserable.

“Would you like me to go over today’s schedule m’lady,” said the lieutenant, wait no it’s the captain now. He seemed a bit more confident now that he was in charge of others, but you have known him for a while. There was concern etched in the corners of his facade. You could tell that your condition was affecting not only yourself but the captain and your ladies-in-waiting, the new staff had yet to learn how you were.

“Yes, please,” you mustered up the best smile you could while it felt as if a knife was trying to poke out your temple. You did your best to try to massage it, hoping it would relieve some built-up tension.

“You have a meeting with your staff this morning. Starting now, or when you feel like it. This afternoon, you have a meeting with some of the High Command, to go over a direction that the First Order would like to take. And then you have your lesson with the Allegiant General. And finally dinner with the Supreme Leader.” His voice became calmer and steadier as he continued to speak. You were thankful that the captain did not have a harsh voice, as you were sure your head would burst over that.

Looking at him but truly addressing your whole staff, “Shall we take our meeting here or would you like to be somewhere else?” None of them spoke up, they just rather looked confused at each other, probably because they were not used to being given a choice like this.

Adlez spoke for them, “Why don’t we go to the lounge, I can have the windows and the lights dimmed so as to not progress your headache. You can also lounge up there more easily and make yourself a bit more comfortable, m’lady.”

“Thank you, Adlez. And can you see if there is anything I can take to numb this headache, wait no migraine that I have?” You got up and with the assistance of Olivia-Rose made your way up to the lounge. You had never had a migraine quite like this before, not this excruciating anyway.

After you made your way upstairs to the lounge, you took a place by the fire. Adlez came upstairs with a fluffy blanket, some tea, and some painkillers. You thanked her as she got you settled in. She was eyeing you like a hawk. You could probably see the worry on her face from a mile away at this point. She knew something was off.

After you took the pain meds, you felt the tendrils plaster themselves to the bowl of your skull, no longer touching your brain, just along the bone. You could still feel the heavy weight of their existence, but they were no longer causing you throbbing pain as when they touched your gray matter.

“What is this meeting about again,” you ask finally. You could see that all the staff seemed to be wary, they looked to Mitaka for guidance.

“This meeting is a follow up from yesterday. We have things we all need to discuss with you and tasks that need to be completed. I believe yesterday the press release for your patronage of Chaako City orphanage was sent out,” he turned to Lieutenant Amala Graven and your press secretary to confirm this.

“Yes, you did not approve it. I had sent it, but it didn’t get approved by you. I also sent it to the Allegiant General who then finally approved for it to be sent out,” said Lieutenant Graven, your correspondence secretary. She seemed to be unsure if that was the thing to do.

“Good, last night did not go well for me, as you can see I am not well this morning.” She seemed slightly relieved that you approved of this. Seeing as you could not take what was sent out back you might as well make them feel better. Especially if you were going to be working with these people every day.

“You will be going to the orphanage in a week for some volunteering and some PR opportunities,” said your advisor.

You simply nodded in response, feeling the weight of your head doing so and instantly regretting it.

“We will also have to prepare you for your first full First Order assembly. The Supreme Leader gives one at the beginning of the Galactic Standard month. You will be there, and you will need to prepare an address for the First Order. This will be broadcasted across the galaxy,” said your spokesperson.

You were going to have to speak in front of a couple hundred people while your speech was being broadcasted to billions, if not trillions of people. You felt sick. You felt the tendrils in your mind immediately grab your brain and caused you to immediately calm down, but you then felt the migraine and sharp pains kick in again. You didn’t know what was worse. Being sick to the stomach or having throbbing pain in your skull. Both made you feel just awful. You lurched forward, clutching your head and stomach.

Adlez seemed to jump into action. “M’lady why don’t you go lie down for a few minutes. I shall go call a doctor.” You almost didn’t feel yourself being hauled to your feet as they guided you down the stairs. They placed you into your bed, where you wanted to stay before this day began.

You were on the bed for a few minutes before a doctor came in, you were surprised to see Dr. Dabrini. “Good morning Lady Ren, I have been informed that you aren’t feeling well.”

You sat up on your elbows to look at him, trying to focus on your face, but the headache was so splitting that your vision was out of focus, “Dr. Dabrini? I thought you were stationed aboard the Steadfast?”

“I was m’lady but the Supreme Leader thought I might be more valuable onboard the Supremacy as I am the doctor most familiar with you. As I have now seen you twice before for other conditions and ailments. So what seems to be affecting you, m’lady?” His voice was as calm as ever.

“I have a splitting headache, that when it does take a temporary break, it feels as if my head weighs a million pounds. I also had temporary nausea upstairs, but I believe that was because of the thought of public speaking.” You were being honest about the last part. The idea of speaking in front of potentially trillions of people made your stomach churn in such a way that it has never done so before.

“How long has this headache lasted,” you could see the concern on his face. He definitely knew something you didn’t.

“For sure since last night, I’ve been feeling weird for a few days now though.” You then looked at the concern on Adlez’s face as she stood behind the doctor.

He seemed to take notice of this and asked if you two could be left completely alone. He assured her that you would be safe with him and that he needed to ask you some rather confidential questions. She eventually agreed, but you could see that she was not happy about leaving you alone.

Once you were alone with the doctor he asked, “How long has the Supreme Leader been in your mind?” His voice was laced with concern.

“I don’t know for a few days, maybe? For sure, since the execution.”

“And the purpose of him being in your mind then was to ease the grief of the execution,” he asked.

“Yes, and his presence has been there ever since. Nothing as heavy as today though, it feels as if he were taking up every square inch of my skull, and any time he touches my brain it feels as if there were knives trying to escape my cranium.” Your hand came to your head as if you were trying to show him where the pain was, but in your case now the pain was all over.

He could see the struggle with your pain and excused himself from the room for a moment before he returned with a few pills and a glass of water. “I want you to take these, they are stronger than what Adlez gave you earlier.”

You happily took them, hoping they would relieve even an ounce of the pain you were feeling. By the time you were finished taking them, Kylo entered the bedroom.

“Ah, Supreme Leader, please have a seat. We have some things we need to discuss about Lady Ren.”

You moved to sit up, and Kylo rushed to assist you, putting pillows behind your back to support you. He then took a seat at your feet and faced the doctor. “What is there to discuss?” You could sense confusion, worry, and anger in his voice, or maybe that was what the tendrils were projecting in your mind.

“I do not know your reason for being in Lady Ren’s mind now, but it is negatively affecting her health.” The doctor gestured to your current condition. Kylo followed his gaze to you, his brow furrowed.

“Why would my presence in her mind be affecting her health? I am not actively ripping memories or trying to gain access. Snoke had done similar things to me.” This made you wonder what had Snoke done to him? If he was doing this to you.

“But there are two things different with this situation, sir. One she has no Force abilities that we know of. You know as well as I do what can happen to those who are not Force-sensitive when their mind is opened. Second is that you are bonded in a way that makes you different from your former master. You have already seen what happens when you spend too much attention on the name that is on her wrist,” said the doctor. He was right after that incident Kylo hasn’t touched his name on your wrist for weeks. You unconsciously rub your thumb over his name.

“Your biologies match too much. Your Force projection inside her head doesn’t want to just take hold of her mind, it wants to completely replace it,” the doctor’s voice was laced with stress and worry.

So the piece of Kylo that was in your brain right now wanted to completely take over, to control you entirely. Your heart jumped to your throat, your stomach dropped, and a cold sweat took over. Panic set in. That he could have complete control in less than a blink of an eye. You closed your eyes as your breathing picked up. Trying to help the rational part of your brain remove his hold on you, or at least defend what little of your former self you had left. You could feel a tear fall down your cheek before a hand came to wipe it away. You did not open your eyes to greet what face you knew was on the other side. You needed to protect you, and those eyes could hypnotize you if you weren’t careful.

“I must ask you, Supreme Leader, is the reason why you are in her mind so important that you risk losing her, or at least risk losing the part that makes her, her? Because if you continue with the occupation of her mind, you may end up killing her mind, she will become a shell of herself with no thoughts of her own. A most basic droid if you will, something to be ordered around that is lifeless. Is it more important than losing her,” asked Dr. Dabrini.

You didn’t open your eyes, but you used your strength to bring your knees to your chest, where you wrapped your arms around yourself. Trying to take the most defensive position possible. Fearing the response to the doctor’s words. Was Kylo really going to kill you, your personality, your thoughts, and your memories? Was he really going to make you a mindless being that would follow his every word? Why wouldn’t he? It would make his life so much easier if you were the match that submitted to everything he asked and demanded. He could make you do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. You could feel the tears flowing freely as you waited for a response from him.

You could feel the tendrils shifting and moving, like a horrid black mass in the recesses of your mind. The rational part of your brain seeking it out with the little light you had left, trying to scare it away. Trying to defend you from it, from him. Your brain was a battleground, and your heart was a sinking ship, waiting for Kylo’s response. You were waiting for the other boot to drop.

“I need to protect her from them. Other Force users who seek to harm her, to take her from me. I don’t know how else to do it.” You could hear the break in Kylo’s voice. He couldn’t protect you without causing harm.

“I see.” The doctor paused for a moment, taking his time to gather his thoughts, “Is there a specific time that they attack her?”

“In her sleep, when she is most vulnerable.” You could hear the tears in his voice. You wanted to know what this all looked like. Your crying and his. You wanted to know what the doctor was seeing. Seeing his two leaders of his regime, crumbling down in front of him, two broken beings. But you didn’t dare look up, for fear of possibly meeting Kylo’s eyes.

“I may be able to give her something for her sleep, something that would put her out enough that she wouldn’t be vulnerable to their attacks. But I do fear that you may have weakened her enough that she may now be vulnerable to attacks when she is awake. The only way to know for sure is if you leave her mind. I cannot be sure that if you stay in her mind too much longer, there will be much of her left. The only way to fully protect her is if you kill those who attack her, and soon.”

You felt the weight of the doctor’s words. The gravity of the situation you were in. Kylo holding your future in his hands. One choice away from making you a lifeless match that would follow his every whim. His choice on whether or not to save you or to create a perfect version of you. Something he could mold to fit his image or someone who had a heart and brain that could think for themselves.

This terrified you.

You waited for what seemed like an eternity before he spoke. Only hearing his words before your brain comprehended the impact that they had on you. And then they hit you. A crash came down, washing over you. Your outlook forever changing.

#kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren imagine #kylo x you #kylo x reader #star wars #first order #star wars imagine #Star wars soulmate au #sw first order imagine #a soul to mend his own #star wars first order

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bitchloveskcbaseball · 4 years

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Becalmed

Pairing: Edward x MC

Tides of Fate Part 3

Part 1: Losing Resolve | Part 2: Rifts Apart

Warnings: I’m sure there’s plenty of curse words in here...

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Pixelberry

“You can’t do this!”

“The hell I can’t! I’m the captain of Poseidon’s Revenge! Tis my right to decide who stays aboard.”

“Edward. Please!”

The way Peyton’s voice had cracked nearly broke him, but he wouldn’t give in. He couldn’t. “My decision is final!”

“Why? Please –“ She broke off as she took his hand in her own. “At least tell me why.”

Before Edward even realized what was happening, the words had slipped from his lips, “I can’t let any harm come to you.”

“Don’t you see? If you send me away, harm is exactly what will come to me.”

He scoffed, “I fail to see how sending you home would bring you harm.”

“It…” She hesitated on a soft sigh before continuing, “It would break my heart.”

Her words startled him and brought his gaze back to hers. Her bright, emerald eyes were shimmering with unshed tears and he felt as though he were drowning. He tried desperately to find some other meaning to her declaration because she surely couldn’t mean –

“I love you, Edward.”

Edward couldn’t believe his ears, convinced that he was dreaming. Even that seemed unlikely though, seeing as how she’d never uttered those words in his dreams either, despite how often visions of her in his arms seemed to haunt them. He had literally never dreamed she could feel this way about him.

“Please… Say something.”

It was finally sinking in that she was sitting here in front of him, giving him the one thing that he’d never dared hope for, yet his heart was breaking. He couldn’t let her stay any longer. Even without the threat of Robert’s return, it was too dangerous for her to be here. He’d just been living in denial, too desperate to be near her to accept the risk his selfishness was exposing her to. If the admiral were ever to find out just how much she’d come to mean to him, there’d be nowhere for her to hide. No way for him to keep her safe. And Edward knew that he’d never survive if something happened to her, especially if it was because of him.

“My answer remains. Tis not safe for you here. Even more so now that Robert is also after us.”

“It’s no more dangerous for me than it is the rest of the crew. Why am I the only one being sent away?”

He knew it was unfair, but Edward was afraid he was going to lose this battle with her, so he waved a hand towards her right side, “You clearly are not cut out for the rougher side of pirate life.”

Eyes flashing, Peyton hissed, “How dare you? How fucking dare you? Have I not held my own up til now? Have I not proven that I am a valuable member of this crew? Even Charlie was injured during the mutiny! Now I’m being punished because I was sucked through a damn time portal and was caught off guard?”

“The how of it all matters none. You are severely injured, meaning you’ll be of no use to us in a fight. You’ll not be able to navigate, either. What possible contribution do you have left?” The words tasted vile as they spewed from his lips, knowing he didn’t mean any of it. He just needed to hurt her enough, make her angry enough that she’d want to leave.

“Fuck you, Edward. The only goddamn reason you even know that Robert is coming back – with a crew that would’ve outnumbered us by at least half before the mutiny – is because of me. The only reason we found the fucking cargo ship is because of me.”

Edward filed the information about Robert’s crew away for later, knowing they were going to have to find some new recruits, and soon, if they were going to foil whatever plans he had and deal with the admiral. He also forced himself to ignore the way warmth flare in his chest when she said us instead of the crew. “That changes nothing. You are still going home.”

“Who do you think you are?!” Peyton was practically shrieking now, and he knew that if he wasn’t able to quiet her soon, the whole crew would be outside his door listening in.

“Peyton, please.”

“Don’t! Don’t choose to use my name now, you asshole. You don’t get to do this and then expect that I’ll just go along with it. This is bullshit and you know it. I refuse to go along with it just because you’re the goddamn captain.”

“That’s not…“ The look in her eyes, the hurt he could see clearly despite all her anger, was like a knife through his heart. The last of his resolve having vanished, he eased closer to her so that he could rest his forehead against hers. To his surprise, rather than fighting back or pulling away, she sat motionless as if daring him to continue. Realizing that there was no way he could keep up the pretense that he thought she wasn’t cut out for life aboard his ship, he switched tactics. His only hope remaining was that telling her the truth would sway her, so, keeping his eyes locked with hers, he muttered dejectedly, “I can’t lose you.”

Instantly, it seemed as though the fight left Peyton as he watched her expression soften and her muscles relax. Her hands came up to frame his face and his eyes slid closed at the contact. It was a moment he’d spent so much time longing for, but now that it was here, it was bittersweet. Because he knew with even more certainty than ever before that she could never truly be his.

“If you send me home, that’s exactly what you’d be doing.”

“But I could live with that. Because you’d be safe. Alive.”

“Edward…”

“Peyton…” He trailed off when her soft sigh fanned across his lips. He knew he shouldn’t but he no longer had the strength nor the will to resist, so he shifted slightly to brush his lips across hers.

Peyton let out a small whimper as her hands slid into his hair and her fingers got tangled in the length. The sound and the sensation tore a groan from his own throat and his hands came up so that one was cradling her neck while the other was pressing into the small of her back. He honestly wasn’t sure which of them deepened the kiss first, but it didn’t really matter. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before and now that he’d gotten a taste, he knew he’d never be able to get enough.

Peyton pulled away first, breaking Edward out of the daze he’d been in. “I’m so sorry, I – “

“No, don’t. Please don’t apologize. I…my heart wouldn’t survive that.”

“I just thought…”

“I just needed air. Breathing isn’t that easy while kissing on a normal basis, you know. Add in some broken ribs and it’s practically impossible.”

Edward ran his fingers through the hair at her temple. He could hear the joking tone in her voice, but he couldn’t help but worry that he’d been too rough with her. “I’m so sorry, I forgot all about your injury. Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”

She moved one of her hands up to cover his, pinning it against her cheek. “You didn’t hurt me. Kissing you could never hurt me.”

His eyes slid closed at the tenderness in her voice. And for the first time, he finally let himself admit the true depths of his feelings for this woman. I’m in love with her.

“Wait…do you…are you… Seriously?”

Eyes flying open at her wistful stuttering, Edward took in her wide-eyed, hopeful expression and realized he’d said the words out loud. His mouth opened to take it back, to tell her he was simply lost in the moment with her and that he didn’t really mean it, but he couldn’t force the words past his lips. After she’d been so honest with him about her feelings, how could he lie to her about his?

With a small, frustrated sigh, he answered, “I do.” He reasoned with himself that it didn’t matter if she knew now, since she’d be back in her own time soon.

“Oh, Edward.” This time it was Peyton leaning in, crashing her lips against his. Unlike their first kiss, this was desperate and hungry. Edward could no more have resisted it than he could have stopped himself from breathing. He gently eased them back so that Peyton could rest upon the pillows behind her, trying to keep her as comfortable as possible. He braced himself above her with a hand against the bed and used his free one to explore the curves of her body he’d spent far too much time staring at from afar, being sure to avoid her injured ribs. He inhaled each and every one of her little moans and whimpers of pleasure that slipped into his mouth, his own pleasure spiking with the sensation. He had no idea just how far he’d have let himself go, if not for the agonized groan she let out when she tried to arch up against him.

“Dammit, Peyton.”

Her hands came up to frame his face and forced him to meet her gaze. Despite her labored breathing, her tone was fierce as she insisted, “Don’t… Don’t you dare do that.” Before he could ask her what she was referring to, she added, “You know what I’m talking about. Don’t feel guilty about this. Not because you think we shouldn’t do this and most certainly not because I’m in pain.”

“But…”

“No. No buts. No shutting me out. I love you. Let me love you.”

Hearing her say again that she loved him had a low growl escaping him before he pressed his lips to hers again. This time was gentler, a sweet kiss meant to say the things he didn’t know how to put into words. When he pulled back just far enough to gaze into her eyes, the dazed look in them brought a small smile to his face.

Fingers playing with the hair at his temples, Peyton whispered, “So, what now?”

The smile slipped from Edward's lips and his eyes slid closed, not wanting to see the love in her eyes replaced by anger at what he was about to say. “You must return home.”

“Edward! How…how can you still say that?” Her voice was cracking, taking his heart right along with it.

“Peyton. You are still in danger here. More so than even I could have anticipated with Robert now comin’ for us. For you.”

“How do I not get a say in this?”

He let out a deep sigh, feeling his grip on his determination slipping. Before he could formulate a response and muster the strength to make it convincing, Peyton asked, “How do you even plan to send me home?”

With a start, Edward realized that he didn’t have a plan for that. He had known with absolute certainty that the only place that was safe enough for her was at home, in her own time, but he hadn’t considered that he didn’t know how to get her there.

“I…uh…I’ve not yet…” He trailed off as he took in the triumphant smirk spreading across Peyton’s lips. He wanted to be angry, furious even, at her blatant disregard for both her own safety and his own sanity, but the way her eyes were lit up with glee was making it damn near impossible.

“So…what you’re saying is, I get to stay?”

Part 4: White Flag

Tag List: @burnsoslow @anotherbeingsworld @mvalentine @rebel-alpaca @crazynutella @princess-geek @edgiestwinter

#edward x mc #edward mortemer #distant shores #choices #i love cliffhangers #sorry not sorry lol

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jinsung-doyum-1the9 · 5 years

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UP10TION BLUE ROSE; Detective AU Teaser//PT.1

JUST the city’s best and youngest detective group arrived at another crime scene.

A, the team’s leader walked in first accessing the scene. Not only was she the most capable of being their Leader, she was also the youngest and first to join the team at the age of 14 (4 years ago) and.. she is also the Agency Director’s daughter.

M, began the same time as A’ only a year older, they were partners for 2 years before KA and KU came along to complete JUST. M becoming the team's deputy leader. KU mostly on Tech and KA well she’s mainly just KA for the time being. Although not having a specific role on the Team she keeps everyone together and helps balance things out.

The rest of JUST arrive at the scene of their next case, KA and KU [a.k.a the Dumb and Dumber Team] split up to study the scene. KA taking quick shots of the scene in front of A and M, a grand room inside the huge mansion that the incident took place in, furniture thrown across the room, slashes on the couch, the chandelier that hung for lighting now on the floor. In the rumble of the shattered chandelier, a blue rose stood to complement the royal blue patterned walls of the room. Yet it seemed to torture A and also Wooseok, who A noticed had been staring at it since they had walked in.

Seems like JUST will be working with Up10tion again for this case. They were both the best detective and investigators in the city, the only difference was in age and agencies. JUST worked for an agency and Up10tion were freelancers but were sometimes asked by JUST’s agency to help out with certain cases.

M: “A...”

M started quickly snapping A from her thoughts and suspicions. ”just look around.. you know your job, I need to talk to Jinhoo..” She quickly interrupted.

“BOO!” Jinhoo yelled from behind A, his aim was to scare her but that didn’t work out. A turned around to face Jinhoo looking quite serious, Jinhoo’s smile faded to match her expression.

Jinhoo: “You wanted to talk?? No, I haven’t sent any evidence to labs yet and Yes, I do have my theories.”. A nodded before responding.

A: “Well we better get on that then, who did you bring with you this time?”. He smiled nervously before turning and called Kuhn over. A sighed as she saw the mass of people following after Kuhn. She raised her hand but M already knew what hand signal was coming and pushed it back down to her side while calling out for the remaining 2 members of JUST.

Jinhoo: “I know you said during our last case together we didn’t need the whole team but that’s just how we work and we also have a new member, Wei ”. KU followed the line of boys, he recognised them one after the other until he reached the end. He was taller than the other boys with sharp eyes which would be intimidating but it seemed he was more intimidated by them, giving a shy smile.

Kuhn steps out and holds his hand out to JUST. “Nice to meet you all again and hope we can deal with this case quickly, Soo-il” he introduces himself like the 4 other times they have worked together and shakes A’s hand.

A: “nice to see all NINE of you again, you can call me ‘A’.” putting emphasis on the word nine while giving Jinhoo a forced smile.

Hwanhee: “ooh we’re using our made-up names??”. KA, KU and some members of Up10tion snicker at the Marvel reference, then continued the introduction process that seemed to go quickly since both groups have worked together a good few times before.

JUST were cautious of Wei as they were with the rest of Up10tion before during their first case together. “well start sending DNA traces, fingerprints or anything you can find to the labs and start packing evidence here, I'll check out the murder scene upstairs.”

Everyone is on the move and A heads towards the stairs. “KA supervise down here” was her last command before stepping onto the second step.

Jinhoo: “Sunyoul that means you’re supervising too”. He was disappointed that JUST didn’t trust them to do their job properly even after 4 cases together.

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“Do we really need to Supervise each other??” Sunyoul questioned once they reached the 1st floor. “it’s not that we don’t trust you.. we’re just being cautious and it’s a way to double-check everything.” A explained.

A enters the murder site, a trail of blood leading her from the hallway to the bedroom. An old man’s body was situated on the floor at the end of the bed. He was sat up and slumped over, covered in blood. The bed’s duvet and pillows were tossed around the room, they had similar cuts to the couch downstairs. The mattress, however, was still on top of the bed frame but it was ripped open to reveal nothing but we could only assume money or something valuable.

A scanned the room and started examining the bed sheets. “So how was everyone since we last saw each other?” A asked still examining the cloth, Sunyoul still behind her observing the room and other members. “Fine.. I suppose” he answered as A sent a hand signal for KU to bag a strand of hair she found on the sheets.

A turned back around to face Sunyoul and walked closer to him. Sunyoul seemed confused and also intimidated by this, seeing A’s serious expression.

A: ”And what about the new guy?”. Sunyoul loosened up a bit. “Oooh I get it, you’re cautious of Wei?” he asked following A again to another spot in the room. He explains how Wei had helped them with their last case and Jinhoo taught it was time to make the team a 10 member group again since their last member was caught in the accident a few years back.

”So you guys just hired him straight away, just because he helped you with a case?” A seemed wary of the situation. Sunyoul sighed. “It was Jinhoo and Kuhn’s idea, they said he had the same sense that we have with cases, the same way of thinking” He answered while picking up the cotton swab of an unknown substance A had found and bagged it, handing it to Kogyeol as he passed.

“so you trust him?” she questioned. “well he hasn’t done anything to make me question him” he replied

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[PT2]

A/N : okay soooo A, KU, KA and M are all the starting letters of the names of the characters. You can imagine A as Y/N because when other characters say this characters full name i’ll use Y/N. You’ll learn KU, KA and M’s real names as we go on

anyway that’s the start to my up10tion au inspired by their Blue Rose MV

#up10tion #up10tion imagines #up10tion scenarios #x1 au #x1 imagines #x1 scenarios #x1 wooseok #produce x 101 #produce x imagines #produce x scenarios #kim wooseok #lee jinhyuk #kpop scenarios #kpop #kpop imagines

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the-haven-of-fiction · 5 years

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Journal

Title: The Haven

Chapter 44: Journal (Tom’s POV)

Genre: Romance

Rating: T

Author’s Notes: It’s been over five years since I wrote this chapter and over four years since I posted the previous chapter and the reality of posting this one is almost making cry. Time is so strange. If you are still interested in this story, thank you. If this story is new to you, please check out the Master Post. <3

“Tom, have you ever cheated?”

The question absolutely stunned me. She had just walked into the living room and was holding what looked like an old book.

She was speaking so softly, it was almost a whisper.

“What?”

I thought I understood what she had said, but I wanted to be certain.

Moving to take a seat on the couch, she set the book down with great care, as if it was very valuable to her.

Her tongue darted out, a nervous wetting of her lips, before she repeated the question.

“Have you ever cheated on anyone?”

So many different thoughts were zigzagging through my mind, I couldn’t speak right away.

Have I given you any reason to ask the question?

Do you think I would cheat, on you?

Do you not trust me after all?

The last thought brought a tremor of fear.

I looked down at the engagement ring on her hand that was resting on a throw pillow. Taking it gently and running my fingers over it, I looked into her eyes, hoping that they would tell me what exactly she was thinking.

“I love you, sweet girl.”

Now her voice was indeed a whisper.

“I love you, too.”

A faint sense of relief shot through me that she was able to say it. I didn’t know what was bringing this on, but it was scaring me.

“You asked me to marry you, darling. Remember?” I prompted with a smile a gentle brush of my fingers across a flushed cheek. “I want to marry you. Will you marry me?”

It wasn’t the first time I had asked her after the initial proposal. Usually she laughed and kissed me and told me how silly I was. This time, she frowned in confusion and tears were beginning to form in her eyes.

“If…if the answer to your question isn’t what you hope it will be, will you…will you still want to marry me?”

Now the tears spilled over, but her voice was gaining a little strength.

“I gave you my word, Tom,” she assured me as she lifted her hand and pointed to the ring.

“I would never have let you put this on me if I didn’t think that you would be faithful to me.”

Her eyes closed and she dropped her head, drawing deep slow breaths.

It wasn’t exactly an answer to my question.

Sensing that she had more to say, I waited, even though I had yet to answer her own question.

She raised her head finally.

“I just found an old journal from when I was a teenager. There was a quote from Reverend Powers. He said when you marry someone, you marry their past; you marry the triumphs of their past, you marry the mistakes of their past, and you marry the current consequences of those triumphs and mistakes.”

Another pause.

Again I knew she wasn’t finished.

Patience, old chap. Give her time.

“Tom, seeing Sam last week, it…it made me think about some things. One of the reasons I wanted to be with him was because we had known each literally our whole lives. We grew up together. I knew his triumphs and I knew his mistakes. I knew that I could live with the consequences of those things. It was safe. There weren’t any unknowns. It wasn’t a risk.”

She looked down and began to twist the ring round and round her finger.

“It’s different with you. It’s unknown. It’s a risk. We met barely eight months ago. There are so many things about me that you don’t know, there are so many things about you that I don’t know.”

Her voice was getting weaker again and I felt like I was going to have to stop her even if she had more to say.

“I…I’m frustrated that we missed so much of each other’s lives, that we don’t have memories of birthday parties and holidays and BBQ’s. I’m sad that we don’t have albums full of awkward adolescent photos together. We’ve talked a lot about the present and the future, but we haven’t talked much about the past, and I…”

I was sitting in one of the armchairs adjacent to the couch and up to that point, I was making a conscious effort not to spring from my seat and wrap my arms around her. I didn’t want to overwhelm her or make things worse.

But she wiped away a few tears that were immediately followed by more and when she whispered “Angel face, please,” I knew exactly what she was asking.

I was next to her in a flash, holding her as close as I could, as if I could transfer all the fear into my body so that she wouldn’t have to feel it anymore.

I was surprised when she spoke again so soon.

“I don’t want the past to sneak up on us one day. I don’t want those kinds of surprises. I love you and I want to marry you, regardless of your answer. But please, tell me the truth.”

I quickly decided that while it seemed she was actually thinking about two separate issues, it would be best if I addressed her actual question first before moving to talk about the lack of shared history.

“I have a single drunken sloppy kiss to confess. That is all. I was very young, too young. And the only reason I know it even happened is because she gave me a strong right hook while my girlfriend looked on in glee. I had the black eye to prove it the next day.”

Expecting her to laugh, I was alarmed when she began to cry harder.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she stuttered out, “I hope I haven’t hurt you by asking, Tom, I-“

“Darling, stop. Your concerns are completely valid. You have every right to ask me. You have every right to learn about my triumphs and my mistakes. I will tell you anything you want to know. You’re going to be my wife, sweet girl. We can’t hide anything from each other.”

She sighed when my fingers found her wrist and began the familiar dance over her skin, appearing to be content with my answer. I moved on to the second thing that was plaguing her.

“I can’t say that I ever considered the lack of shared memories like you have, but that’s probably because I am just so immensely grateful to have met you at all. I’m grateful for these nine months. They have been the most exhilarating, the most edifying, the most beautifully terrifying eight months I’ve ever experienced.”

I had to stop and kiss her before continuing.

“Do you know what you tell me if our positions were reversed? You would tell me that we can’t change the past and that we should not spend time dwelling on that non-existent shared past; we should instead focus on making memories now.”

“I make entirely too much sense most of the time,” she sniffled.

That made me chuckle.

“Yes, you do, my prickly pear,” punctuated by a kiss to the tip of her nose. “You’re the sense. I’m the sensibility. That’s why we need each other. That’s why we fit together. That’s why you asked me to marry you. That’s why I asked you to marry me. Will you? Will you marry me, sweet girl?”

“Yes,” she whispered against my freckles, “a thousand times, yes.”

“And for each of those thousand yeses, there will be a thousand memories we will make together.”

“I love it when you talk purty, England.”

I shifted so that I was speaking very close to her.

“And I love these adorable little ears that listen to me.”

She giggled and shied away from me when my breath fell on her neck.

“That tickles, Tom.”

“Shall I move back to the armchair?”

A pinch was my answer.

“No,” she pouted, “I have something to show you.”

She reached over and picked up the journal which I had earlier mistaken for a book.

“I found a loose piece of paper in this journal. It’s a list I made after...after Sam moved away and some time passed and I…I started to consider the idea of marrying someone else.”

It was a struggle, but I managed to keep from smiling; I didn’t want her to think that I was making fun of her, especially when she seemed to be ready to talk about something so serious. Her lists. They were one of the quirks I so loved about her.

The journal was opened and she took out the paper.

“This is a list I made, after giving it some thought, of the kind of person I want to marry. Reverend Powers also said ‘Know what you want before you go looking for it.’ I thought of how much thought people put into decisions like which color carpet they want for their bedroom or what car to buy, but they don’t usually think much about the practical side of marriage, about the qualities they want and need in spouse.”

“That’s very true, my philosopher.”

Another pinch.

“So I made a list. It’s several years old. Here.”

She shoved it towards me.

I don’t know why, but I was hesitant. I didn’t want to know if I measured up to the list.

“It isn’t poisonous. Be brave, angel face.”

She was smiling.

Taking a deep breath, I plucked it from her hand and unfolded it.

It took me less than a minute to read it. When I looked back at her, she was still smiling.

“Darling, this…this is…this is…”

“I know,” she nodded. “It’s you. Well, except for a few minor things, which you can see that I noted those things as not being deal breakers, mainly because they are the only things that refer to superficial qualities and aren’t about character or personality.”

I glanced back over it, a slow grin spreading across my face; it was so HER.

“Yes, I see that dark hair is asterixed. You’ll probably get your wish at some point.”

The smile vanished in an instant.

“I love my British golden retriever. Will you please give me warning before you morph into a black shorthair?”

I had to giggle and leaned forward to give her a peck on the cheek before pulling back and placing a hand over my heart.

“I promise.”

Looking at the list again, there were two things that stood out to me.

“Darling, this one…”

I turned the paper to her gaze and pointed at one of the entries.

Strengths that are my weaknesses.

“Do you think this is true? Is this accurate for me?”

My expression of apprehension seem to take her off guard.

“Oh, Tom! Of course, of course! You are strong in so many areas that are weaknesses of mine.”

“I…I guess I think of you as a very strong, very intelligent woman and I-“

A soft hand covered my mouth and stopped my doubts.

“That’s very sweet of you, England, but I have faults and weaknesses enough. Do you know the greatest thing I have learned from you, something that is a perfectly depicts this dynamic?”

This was the first time I’d ever had this kind of conversation with someone and I was finding myself rather emotional.

“I’ve learned how to see and respond to the person first instead of just responding to the problem. You’ve helped me to be more empathetic, more caring. Thank you.”

The hand that had been over my mouth traveled to my back and she was rubbing little patterns across my shoulders and down my spine. It reminded me of the first time she had touched me, when we group hugged in the kitchen with Auntie and Marie and I stuck my foot in my mouth like a tit.

She could see that I was a bit overwhelmed and she pointed to another entry on the list.

“Tom, look at this one.”

I saw that she was pointing to the second thing that stood out to me.

Will tell me, gently and patiently, when I am wrong and will help me discover how to be better.

We sat in silence for a bit, her face resting against my shoulder.

“What are you thinking, angel face?” she inquired softly.

I set the list on the coffee table and took both of her hands in mine, looking directly into her eyes.

“I am thinking that you surprise me every day, every day. I suppose at some point, these things shouldn’t surprise me any longer. But you are the only woman I have ever met, at least as far as I know, who has a list like this, with these types of things on it. Darling, these descriptions actually reveal a great deal more about you than about the kind of person you want to marry. They reveal a woman who desires to love and trust someone so wholly and completely, that it astounds me. That love and that trust, they are the most precious gifts that any person could ever give. This explains so much about you, my love, so much. I don’t know why you’ve chosen to give them to me, but I promise you, I will do my best to treasure them and I will do my best to fulfill the things on this list. I want to be that man for you. You…”

I leaned a bit to rest my forehead against hers for a moment.

“You don’t know what it does to me to know that you give, that you gave me, these things from the beginning and then during the times when I behaved in a way that would make many people retract them. I know it’s a frightening thing to love and trust like you, amazingly, love and trust me; but, my sweet girl, it’s also a frightening thing to be the person who is loved and trusted so whole-heartedly. It’s the most awe-inspiring, dreadfully breathtaking thing I’ve ever encountered and all I can ask is that you please, please continue to be patient with me when I err, just as you have always been.”

“Yes, I will try.”

How I adored the loving tone in her voice, the warmth of those big brown eyes, the delicious plumpness of those pink lips.

“My sweet prickly pear, will you kiss me?”

Merriment danced across her face.

“Only if it’s a freebie and doesn’t count against my daily allotment.”

I cupped her cheeks and murmured “Is that on your list as well?”

She stifled a giggle.

“I probably shouldn’t tell you about entries of that nature until after we’re married.”

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fan fiction #the haven #journal

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marculees · 5 years

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Happy International Epilepsy Day to all of my followers and fellow epileptics!

For those who don’t know, epilepsy is a neurological condition which affects the brain and is most commonly attributed to seizures though holds other effects such as chronic loss of energy, memory, motor and cognition errors. There are different types of seizures and depending on which form of epilepsy someone may have, their seizures can be different or non-existent. I myself suffer from photosensitive epilepsy but there are more types out there and I wanted to make this post to share a little bit of info and help make others more aware of the condition and what to do in the case of someone having a seizure, as well as to be made aware of some triggers. More than 50,000,000 people are diagnosed with epilepsy across the globe and it is a condition which is not spoken of enough in schools, communities, and other aspects and institutions in our lives. I encourage any people who suffer from epilepsy to share their own tips and experiences for both those experiencing it for themselves and to educate others on how to care for a loved one with epilepsy. This is a really short and mostly personal post so I’d love to see it grow!

Some types of epilepsy

Photosensitive epilepsy: This is the type I suffer from! It is triggered by flashing images and other types of stimuli which f*ck with our heads (think of those weird optical illusions or hypnosis things). These send “KJASGLDKJVGLKSJVGSJ” signals to our brains and can cause us to have seizures. You ever wonder why some (and I wish more did) TV shows or other forms of visual media put a flashing warning at the start of their programme? Its for things like this! This is just a very personal trigger but for some weird reason playing the Wii makes me have seizures?? Something to do with the speed patterns of the game? Don’t ever deliberately flicker lights on and off or show a photosensitive epileptic a flashing video/gif, or else I’ll personally hunt you down... :) *cough*please tag flashing gifs with trigger warnings*cough* do not use #epilepsy because that tag has been ruined for the epilepsy community and we had to make up our own since that was just a spam of triggers rather than actual support and fellow epileptics thank you*cough*

*I’m not confident in describing other types so if any other epileptics would like to describe their own then that would be great! Photosensitive epilepsy affects only roughly 3-5% of all epileptics so there are definitely more common types to be explained >.<

Some types of seizures

There are more than 40 different types of seizures but these are some of the most common. Some are easier to spot than others and everyone’s case is different. Some seizures can involve a mix of different types so it is important to know how each affects the individual. It is always best to ask the person you know for what type they have most often, but keep in mind that while they may look fully conscious during a seizure, they are not and so they won’t remember the actual act itself but rather the before and afters!

Absence seizures: These seizures can often go unnoticed, as the person appears to space out. However, they are rarely a once-off incident and have a tendency to happen multiple times a day which can lead to confusion, loss of time and information absorbing, and general feelings of unsteadiness. In settings like schools or meetings where attention is crucial, a person who experiences these types of seizures is at a disadvantage because their loss of consciousness can lead them to losing out on valuable information and disrupt their work. While these seizures do usually last a few seconds, they can be worrying for the person because afterwards they are aware they have just have just had a seizure and yet since it is not very visible, it can be hard to share their worries with others. They are not just people daydreaming or having their minds wander, they are seriously spacing out of consciousness and should not be ignored or dismissed for the lack of visible symptoms >.<

Grand mal/tonic-clonic seizures: A more frightening sight, tonic-clonic seizures are the ones often dramatised by media and stereotypes alike. These are the types of seizures where a person will suddenly collapse, followed by stiff and jerky movements which can last up to a minute or few. In simple terms (and because I hate science lol), the brain is being overloaded with signals and can’t keep up! These are the types of seizures I experience and while I can’t speak for everyone, I usually show some warning signs before I have one; I’ve been told I go very very pale (and I’m a ghost already), my lips will also go white and my pupils will dilate while staring into space before I collapse. My limbs tighten and stiffen up (the tonic phase) and I’ve been told I have a very strong grip! Then my arms in particular will begin jerking (clonic) and while I might look like I’m having a little breakdance, the last thing I want to do is break/hurt something. These seizures involve a LOT of energy and afterwards, the person will usually fall asleep because their muscles and brain have been working at 100000% and are very sore and tired, especially if they have injured themselves during it. I had one at a sleepover while getting up to go to the toilet in the middle of the night and I ended up falling against the tiled wall in the bathroom and my head and jaw were in pain for days after :(

*There are others such as auras/partial seizures, but I’d rather let someone more experienced and knowledgeable explain them!

How to help someone having a seizure

While it is instinct to jump in and help, you should NEVER try to stop a seizure. You should let the person seize, but if it lasts for more than five minutes then you should definitely call an ambulance! The best thing to do is to make the environment as safe as possible so that the person does not injure themselves while seizing. This can include moving away furniture (e.g. tables) which may cause injury if they hit off them, placing something soft under their head (e.g. pillow, coat), turn them onto their side (especially if they are vomiting too), and what I think is most important is to stay with them till the end. I’ve had nightmares of people laughing and recording me having a seizure, so if possible, try to get other people to give some respect and privacy and leave the epileptic and attendant in peace. The tonic-clonic seizures are very embarrassing for the person and can involve more than just jerking movements but full-on loss of control over bodily functions too. It sounds yuck but when I first started having seizures, I’d lose control of EVERYWHERE and would somehow manage to both piss and shit myself while vomiting at the same time (weird flex, but okay). The epileptic is totally unaware of any of this until they wake up later and have someone explain to them, so try to also remember how long the seizure lasts and note their signs before and what then happened. It helps a lot when we then go to visit our neurologist and also for future reference to educating others on our own personal cases! There is a weird urban legend that you should put a spoon in the person’s mouth while they have a seizure but DO NOT do this, in fact don’t try to touch their mouth at all. Just give them space and give them comfort and reassurance afterwards, because not only is frightening to watch, but its also frightening to not know what happened at all. Let them lie down and rest because its very likely that their head and entire body will be sore after moving so much and so tightly too, so save a hug for later <3

Prevention, treatment and hope?

Fortunately, a lot of people grow out of their seizures as they get older! While there is no telling of what causes the condition, you’ll be happy to know that it may not haunt you or your loved one forever. I had my first seizure when I was eight years old and now I’m almost twenty and have been seizure-free for four years! While the condition never fully leaves, the seizures can become less common and sometimes stop altogether. How we measure this? Tests and scans such as an E.E.G are used to identify the brain’s responses to triggers and how strong or weak they are. E.E.Gs are like visiting a really shitty hair stylist who sticks a load of wires on your head and then proceeds to make you stare at a flashing light lmao the weird glue they use is so gross and I immediately want to wash it out after. Those who suffer from epilepsy will take medication (usually pills though medicinal c*nnabis has become popular) to lower their risks of having a seizure, but it is important to note that these medications never imply prevention or cure. Just because someone is taking medication does not mean they won’t have a seizure, they are just less likely than without! In some extreme cases, surgery can be an option and part of the brain may be removed.

Sadly though, not everyone is lucky enough to grow out of their seizures. Those with a chronic condition can have up to multiple seizures a day and never find peace. There is no definitive cure yet but the best thing to give to these people is hope and support. Let them know that you care for them because in a world that suddenly becomes non-existent to them for those few seconds or minutes, its nice to know that someone exists and loves them regardless of their condition.

Epilepsy affects everyone differently and not only are there medical implications, but social also. Some people will be less vocal about their condition to employers and fear losing employment opportunities, for example. As a young person, I rarely go on a night out and actively avoid nightclubs (which I don’t like the idea of anyway) but it can lead to a feeling of exclusion and isolation from friends and peers, along with dating. Its small things that unless you have to worry about, others don’t really notice. From my own experience, I now try to avoid going on drives on sunny days because I have had seizures from the sun flickering through trees or bouncing off windows and shiny surfaces. In Ireland anyway, as long as I’m seizure-free for one year then I am allowed to drive but I would still be fearful and find it hard to ever travel alone. There are many things I can think of but these come to mind first because they affect my daily life a lot; I’m a student who commutes to college every day and back, and the town is known for its nightlife and partying. Some people have other ‘habits’, such as taking showers over baths in case they seize and you know, drown themselves. We all take preventive measures but there is no cure or safety belt. Like I said, it affects everyone differently so always consult the person you know. It lets them know you care and it helps you to help them too!

There are several great epilepsy-centered blogs on Tumblr and I’m too shy to tag them here... However just know that a whole supportive community is behind the ‘#actually epileptic’ tag and that you are not alone in your condition, or that if you have any further interest or questions then there are others out there who can help share their knowledge and experience with you. Thank you for reading all of this and I wish you a happy and seizure-free day <3

#actually epileptic #epilepsy #international epilepsy day #signal boost #international epilepsy day 2019 #illness #important #its really late rn and i'm exhausted so this post is very short #please add on your own knowledge and help spread awareness and advice!#or share with your followers and maybe learn something new~#<3

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dontshootmespence · 6 years

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Supernatural AU: Episode 5 - Faith

Part 2

Her throat went raw as she screamed into her pillow, a sharp pain shooting through her foot when she kicked the door closed. He’d nearly died. Dean and Sam had nearly died because she’d failed.

“You can’t leave them alone!” Her father had screamed.

“I was just trying to perfect my aim!”

“And look what happened!” He roared.

In her attempt to get better at what she was apparently supposed to do for the rest of her life, she’d almost lost the two people she cared about most in the world – her two little brothers.

She hadn’t been gone two hours. But in those two hours Dean managed to get out of the hotel room and run into the very werewolves that John had been hunting. He didn’t get bitten, but the claw marks across his small chest were bad enough. “Dean, I’m sorry!” She cried.

“Sorry isn’t enough!” Her father yelled. “What if he had died?”

“Dad, I-“

“I don’t want to hear it. You need to pay attention Bobbie. Life isn’t about you anymore. They need you.”

Sterile white floors and harsh fluorescent lights stung at the eyes of the youngest and oldest Winchesters as they approached the nurses’ desk. While the doctors treated Dean, they were supposed to make sure their insurance went through. It seemed so mundane; this was anything but. Fortunately, they had new solid identities so insurance wasn’t the issue. A little insurance fraud was the least of what either of them would do to make sure Dean came back to them. “Mister…Berkowitz,” the nurse said hesitantly, obviously having trouble with putting the name to the face. “We’ll call you as soon as we know anything.”

Sam thanked the nurse for her help and turned to see Bobbie sitting with her head in her hands, silent sobs shaking her body. “He’s gonna be okay,” he said softly. Other people might have been able to take that at face value, but Bobbie could hear the small tears in his voice. “He has to be.”

She wanted to believe – look on the bright side. At least he wasn’t dead yet. But every time she couldn’t get between the boys she loved and the next big danger, she felt the noose becoming tighter and tighter. If she could take on the world’s pain and be ripped limb from limb day after day to keep her brothers safe she would.

When the doctor emerged a few minutes later, Bobbie’s head popped up from Sam’s shoulder, a single ray of hope driving her toward him. Sam followed close behind.

“How is he?”

“He’s okay for the moment, but-“

“But what?” Bobbie interjected. ‘But’ was a bad word. In their world, ‘but’ meant deep-seated hollowness, a black hole where a heart should be. “What’s wrong?”

The siblings fell into a vacant state as the doctor explained Dean’s situation. The electricity had triggered a massive heart attack, leaving it atrophied beyond repair. “We can make him comfortable, but I suspect he only has a couple of weeks to a month before his heart gives out.”

“No,” Sam whispered, fruitlessly appealing to the doctor. “There has to be something. There-“

“I’m sorry, but keeping him out of pain is all we can do.”

As the doctor gave his condolences and left without another word, Bobbie felt her knees start to shake – that hollowness eating away at her heart.

No. These doctors had no idea of the possibilities out there. She and Sam would find a way to save Dean. They had to. If John wasn’t going to be the father they needed, then she would step, no matter how unfair it was.

Bobbie had always hated hospitals. Sterility smelled like death. When they walked into Dean’s room and pulled the curtain back, Bobbie slapped her hand over her mouth without thinking. The darkness under his eyes was far beyond the normal – not just tired, but sunken and withering. “Geez, both of you look like bigger shit than I do.”

“Doubtful.” Sam smiled to hide the pain. Something he did well.

Despite all their pain, that never worked for Bobbie. She wore her heart on her sleeve. Always. She was an open book.

“We’re gonna find something, Dean,” Bobbie assured him. There was no hint of doubt in her voice anymore and Sam noticed, giving her a supportive nod. No longer could she play the doubtful sister; she had to step into the role of protective mother. It was that or lose half her heart.

As he lay in the bed, practically glued to the crappy daytime television in front of him, he tried to play it all off. He was the tough guy. Nothing got to Dean Winchester. As a strong as a rock he was. But the thing people didn’t realize about him was just how scared and vulnerable he could be if you only knew the signs. Avoidance, quick to respond, eyes darting from the person he was supposed to be convincing of his machismo. Deep down he was petrified; she’d put money on it. “You have to accept reality.”

“And that is?” Sam’s voice rose with each word, denial begging Dean not to voice the dreaded reality they were supposed to face.

“That I’m going to die.”

No. Bobbie would never allow it. “I’m the older one. I die first.”

An uncomfortable silence hung between them for a moment. “You both better take care of that car or I’ll haunt your asses.”

When he chuckled, Bobbie snapped. “That’s not funny, asshat.”

“I’m being deadly serious.”

“Really?” Sam exclaimed.

Bobbie finally allowed herself to ease into their usual banter because if she didn’t she would sob until there was nothing left to cry and that would be worse on Dean. He’d always hated seeing her cry. “Alright, we’re gonna go,” she said.

Sam finished her thought. “But we’re gonna find something. Promise.”

He wasn’t convinced, but he forced a smile and sent them away. This was the game – one day something was going to take them out. He’d hoped to get a few more years of ganking monsters under his belt before he bit the bullet but such was life. His time had come.

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Back in the room, Bobbie broke down. She couldn’t play protective mom all the time and though she wanted to stay positive for Sam’s sake, she couldn’t hold it back any longer.

Taken aback by her shattering cry, Sam wrapped her in his arms, his right hand cradling her head against his chest as she cried. “We’re going to find something, Bobbie. I swear. I won’t let anything happen to him.”

“That’s supposed to be my job.”

He kissed her forehead, a single tear falling from the corner of his eye and onto her matted brown hair. “We’re family. It’ll never be all on you.”

If only she could force herself to live by his words.

“Why don’t you go shower while I make some calls?”

“I can help. We need to move quickly.”

“I’ll be quick, but you can’t help us if you don’t take care of yourself. After everything that’s happened recently, the baku, Dad – you need to breathe.”

Bobbie sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her jacket, not caring how gross she looked. “I must really smell if you’re trying to push me to shower.”

“You don’t exactly smell pleasant,” He laughed.

It was the first genuine smile she’d had all day. “Bite me, Sammy.”

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While Bobbie washed the days’ old grime off her tired muscles, Sam called every known associate of John’s, Bobby included, to try and figure out something that could help Dean. After convincing Bobby he was of better help where he was, he went down the list of names in John’s journal. He could feel his hope waning with each call – those he talked to leaving him with little to nothing to go on, but he plugged on with increased vigor when he heard Bobbie stifle another cry.

Minutes later, she dried off and pulled on some comfortable clothes, emerging from the bathroom to see Sam deep in thought. “Anything?”

“Yea,” he replied. “I don’t think either of you are gonna wanna go for it, but it’s what I have.”

It didn’t matter. She’d do anything. “What is it?”

“A faith healer.”

She scoffed and spun around, flopping into the bed and mumbling into her pillow. “That’s what we have? A hokey religious nut that thinks they’ve been endowed with the power of God.”

Before Sam could reply, they heard a knock at the door and were surprised to find Dean, wobbly as all hell, leaning against the doorframe. “What the hell, man? What are you doing here?”

He slapped Sammy on the shoulder and laughed. “I checked myself out. Not about to stay in a hospital with nurses that aren’t even hot when I have precious little time left.”

Bobbie wanted to smack him, but he was already in pain, so she refrained. “Dumb! Dumb! You’re dumb! Why would you do that?”

“I just told you,” he said with that cheeky grin that could either endear someone to him or drive them up a wall.

Gritting her teeth, she threw her pillow at him. “Stop thinking with your dick for like two seconds!”

“Nah. Anything?”

“Uh, yea,” Sam said, eyeing his sister. He was about to withhold valuable information; she could tell. “A friend of Dad’s, Joshua, referred me to a specialist who can see us tomorrow afternoon.”

Dean was less that thrilled with the whole situation, figuring his brother and sister were both just in denial about his eventual downfall, but they wouldn’t let go, so he’d just go along for the ride and get in a little more time with his beloved Baby. “Alright, why don’t we sleep for a few hours then and get going early in the morning.”

It took less than ten minutes for the motel room to fill with the snores of hunters who’d been stretched beyond their limits.

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At five the next morning, they dragged themselves groggily out of bed and into the car. Bobbie wanted nothing more than to sleep for another few years, but Dean was sick and Sam had pulled more than his fair share the night before, so she drove the car out of the motel parking lot while her brothers slept a little bit more. Their destination wasn’t all that far away so before she could fall asleep at the wheel they’d arrived.

It wasn’t even a church. A tent stood in the middle of a field, surrounded by cars on either side with paths of grass and dirt leading toward it like the parting of the seas. The sign read ‘Reverend Roy LeGrange – Faith Healer.’ “Oh hell,” she groaned. She didn’t begrudge anyone with faith, so long as it wasn’t forced on her or used to undermine another, but she just couldn’t understand it herself – not with the life she’d led. This was such a waste, but it was all they had to go on at the moment. “We’re here.” She reached toward both of them and shook them awake.

“A faith healer?” Dean exclaimed, slipping out of the car and slamming the door shut. “You lied to me.”

“I didn’t lie. I stretched the truth,” Sam said. Bobbie smiled to herself as she recalled the night before. Of course Dean was going to hate this. Sam on the other hand was hopeful. Maybe it was the fact that he was so young when it all happened that he didn’t have the memory to become jaded, but whatever it was, Dean and Bobbie didn’t have it.

“You said doctor.”

“I said specialist,” he said. “Dad’s friend assures he’s the real deal.”

As they approached the tent, a man protested with flyers in hand, screaming that LeGrange wasn’t all that he said he was, and while the elder Winchesters were inclined to believe him, they went inside for Sam’s sake. “Maybe it’s time for you to have a little faith.” Dean tried to humor him but he still rolled his eyes. “The good doesn’t exist with the bad and we’ve seen the bad, so how can you believe there isn’t some good out there with what we’ve seen?”

“Exactly,” Dean said, his hands fidgeting in his pockets. He wanted to curl his fingers around a pool cue or the neck of a good beer, not this. “Seen! We’ve seen what evil does to good people.”

Bobbie opened her mouth to speak but was caught off guard when another woman turned, faith dripping from every pore. “Maybe god works in mysterious ways?” Her smile was genuine, her faith undeterred by the skeptics around her. It was actually refreshing to see someone with such strong faith.

Dean scanned the young woman. His mind raced with dirty thoughts that, if God existed, he might not be a fan of. “Maybe he does,” he said assuredly. “I think he might’ve even turned me around on the subject.” As Bobbie walked past him and into the tent, she smacked the back of his head. What a hoe.

If he wasn’t already on the verge of death, she’d kill him.

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demyrie · 6 years

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Hanakotoba (Camelias are for Longing)

Summary: Three (two) mischievous teachers have some questions about a certain Symbol of Peace and his old arch-nemesis, the reformed "Nature’s Revenge” villain Mandrake. So how did this turn into a discussion about the secret language of flowers?

Tags: oneshot, OTeach3 goodness, flustered Toshinori, mention of sex, implications that there are MHA in-world hero fanzines with dirty content because there fucking are, vague one-sided All Might/OC reference, light Erasermight because I have no self-control, random flowershop AU nod

Notes: I love the superhero genre really I do, including steamy archenemy chemistry. This came out of ... so many things, but mostly a need to embarrass Toshinori and have the OTeach3 fangirl/fanboy out. Enjoy.

Yagi Toshinori was finally, finally getting into the swing of teaching. He no longer became lost in UA's labyrinthine hallways and had committed to a briefcase for his materials, which 13 had courteously alphabetized with charming space-themed dividers. He even took his lunch break every day and the relentlessness of education – most of all the sense there was always something to be catching up on or looking over to better his students' experiences – left him so little time to truly worry or think about his old life that it almost seemed as if he had left the hyper-vigilance and cutthroat instincts of All Might in the past.

That is, until he entered the staffroom one afternoon and a very particular threesome of heroes instantly fell silent and turned to face him and the fine hair on his arms rose in definite warning.

Supremely startled, Toshinori gave Kayama, Yamada and Aizawa a halting smile before ducking his head and heading in, their joint gaze drilling into his back all the while. The terrible three let him get as far as the counter and the electric kettle: As soon as he had filled the kettle for tea and turned it on, there was a stifled rustle and somebody ostentatiously cleared their throat.

“Heyyyy, so, Yagi-san! My man!”

Yamada-san, of course. The frontman for their less savory ideas.

“How can I help you, Yamada-san?” he asked unsurely, still not quite willing to turn around, and so busied himself with righting the tea box. The kettle creaked to life far too slowly. Escape was not an option.

“Psh, I told you to call me Mic!” came the rejoinder, brash and indulgent. With a creak of leather that implied he was leaning back or settling in, 'Mic' continued, tone almost wheedling. “I mean, you've been with us long enough, you're part of the UA family! In fact, All Might, big guy, I feel like we're really close now. Aren't we? I feel like we are.”

“Stop,” Aizawa's deep voice cut in, almost making Toshinori jump. Something was strange about the command, but was Aizawa really that opposed to him fitting in?

“I'm, ah … maybe?” Toshinori mumbled as he turned around, unable to delay it any longer in the name of politeness. Even as he knew it was coming, the sight of the three of them arranged around the staffroom table and watching him unblinkingly made him tense down to his toes and feel like he was stepping into a network of boobytraps. Human boobytraps. Confirming his fears, Mic tilted his head, grinning.

“Soooo can I ask you something?”

“Don't do it,” Aizawa said loudly, unmoving behind his battered UA laptop. Mic ignored him, instead knocking his green glasses down his nose with roguish panache.

“Be honest with me, big guy. Did you and Mandrake ever get it on?”

“Did Mandrake and I – pardon me?” Toshinori gasped, mouth falling open. If he had been holding a mug, he would have dropped it.

They erupted into peals of laughter – or Kayama and Mic did, shoving and slapping at each other, while Aizawa shook his head and glared determinedly at his laptop screen, resuming his typing with clear annoyance.

“That means no,” Mic snorted when he found the breath, a hand to his face.

“Or only once, in a fit of long-buried passion only freed by battle!” Midnight screamed, holding a finger underneath her nose as if to abort a nosebleed and stamping her heels underneath the table in glee.

“You guys,” Aizawa sighed so deeply he threatened to deflate on the spot, leaving the older hero looking between them all open-mouthed with a pounding heart. He was missing something – he had to be – and couldn't put the pieces together. Was this new slang, or a joke? What connection could be made between one of his first arch-nemeses and sex?

“What? I'm afraid I don't understand. This was in order … to … defeat him?” Toshinori eked out, a hand to his (apparently weak) heart.

At that, Mic started laughing so hard Aizawa had to Erase him briefly or risk losing the entirety of the faculty lounge mug collection, the lift of his tangled hair as lackluster as the glare Eraserhead was fixing him with.

“Oooh! Is that how you did it, during that showdown in the thunderstorm?” Midnight cooed, giving a saucy wink. She wiggled in her chair. “We always wondered. The broadcast went dark, after all.”

“No!” Toshinori yelped as the heat rose in his neck, threatening to choke him even more than these preposterous theories. He shook his head, bangs wagging frantically. “No, please, why are we talking about Mandrake like this? He's reformed, you know, and a very valuable member of the League!”

“Yeah, which means you saw his potential even then, right?” Mic wheezed, patting his throat with a glance at his best friend, like a promise not to go supersonic again. Then he sighed, pillowing his cheek on his fist. “Dude, even I gotta admit, when you guys were enemies? Before you were frenemies? You had this vibe. All the staring. All the sweaty battles and the weird, possessive pride he took in being your rival and the way you kept swearing to bring him to justice with your own two hands.”

Toshinori waited for something further to clarify the string of technically objective statements, heinously lost. Mic shrugged.

“Like, you were clearly banging.”

“But we weren't,” Toshinori protested, little more than a rasp.

“What Mic is saying is that there was tension there. And it was kinda horny,” Kayama said evenly with a pass of her tongue over her lips, blue eyes gleaming. Aghast and frozen, Toshinori looked to Aizawa, who he could count on to be objective if nothing else. To his despair, the Erasing hero shrugged.

“Above average levels of horny,” he mumbled, continuing to type.

“I mean, that was pretty much the whole Golden Age arch nemesis vibe if I'm gonna be honest,” Midnight said with a throaty sigh, leaning back. “Like, soooooo much could have been solved if you'd just dropped trow.”

“She has some X-rated fanzines from academy if you want a step by step,” Mic snickered, earning himself a fond and entirely proud whack on the shoulder from the pervert in question.

“I ...” Toshinori said into his hand, singularly mortified. “O-oh my.”

“Please ignore my sex-obsessed idiots,” Aizawa said just loudly enough to be heard over his friends demented snickering. “They haven't been outside today and it's clearly warping their minds.”

“I haven't been outside in weeks,” Mic boasted, turning a gleaming insane grin toward Toshinori. “It's finals!”

“You can breathe, Yagi-san, you know we're just teasing you,” Midnight assured him after a moment, clearly trying to put him at ease. “We all know things were still a little rough back then and everyone had their little tensions and melodramas. We just thought, since we had the source right here, we could put a silly rumor to rest and –”

But Toshinori had a hand over his eyes and was frozen against the counter, towering body as stiff as a board. Midnight tilted her head.

“Um, Yagi-san?”

“I'm just … thinking ...” he began hoarsely. He dropped the concealing hand and took a deep breath and realized, self-consciously clutching his arm, that the entire table was looking up at him with wide eyes. Even Aizawa, and that was saying something.

“After Mandrake reformed and we had our first meeting as the League, at Tokyo hall, he … well, he sent me a gift. Personally.”

“And?” Midnight gasped, a hand to her chest. Mic grabbed her elbow, leaning in and nodding vigorously.

“And he asked me to see him as more than an ally,” he finished very quietly. There was a beat where the staffroom was profoundly silent, the only sound the labored hissing of the electric kettle.

“Did heeeeee ask you to see him as a brother? Maybe?” Mic offered somewhat hopelessly, wincing.

“No,” Toshinori mumbled, feeling his neck warm horribly again. “Just more than.”

“And you thought that was him being honorable and polite,” Aizawa said flatly, clearly extremely disappointed in him.

“It was both honorable and polite, what else was I supposed to think?” Toshinori protested, long fingers tangling desperately with his tie. “Our history as rivals was all the news outlets were talking about at the time and I-I didn't have any context!”

“Well, what was the gift?” Mic asked. “That should have given you some context, huh?”

“It was …” Toshinori paused, and excruciatingly so. Seeing the three of them lean forward, eyes widening even further, Toshinori ducked into his hand again. “A very tasteful flower arrangement.”

It was a curious thing, to hear three people gasp in unison and with such a sense of outrage.

“I had just moved in to a new agency, so I thought ...” he began reedily, knowing how idiotic it sounded even as it left his mouth.

“What kind of flowers?”

Now it was everyone's turn to stare and blink at Midnight, who frowned at him and flipped her silky hair over her shoulder.

“A former villain with a Quirk that controls and creates plant life, who once made Tokyo tower into an absolutely gorgeous trellis during one of his attempts to take over the city, and you didn't think to look for hanakotoba?”

“I thought they were very nice,” was all Toshinori could offer, to the raucous groaning of the assembled heroes and, apparently, the sole retainers of common sense. It was clear that none of them were going to let him walk out of the staff room without entirely embarrassing himself – even Aizawa was committed at this point, possibly through spite alone – so Toshinori grimaced and thought back.

“It was … mostly white and red and yellow. Very densely petaled white flowers, so, camelia I think? Also bigger ones, with thick white splayed petals, possibly gardenias. There were red carnations, forget-me-nots ... daffodils. Oh, and one giant sunflower.”

He listed them off with a frown, plundering the very shallow depths of his horticultural know-how and the distant memory that had previously been a blip on his radar in terms of potential love confessions. Luckily, they were all relatively common flowers even if the arrangement itself was bursting with professional skill. It had been beautiful, he realized with a surge of regret, and thoughtful and Mandrake had been very odd about delivering it. Personally. With minimal eye-contact or explanation. He cleared his throat.

“That's it. The wrapping was blue, too, so I thought it very kind that he'd, er, matched my color scheme.”

For a moment, Midnight just looked up at him. And looked. And looked. And then slowly, delicately put a hand to her head and sighed.

“So. Starting with the least suspicious of the bunch, daffodils mean deep respect. So that's nice.”

The predatory look on her face indicated that 'nice' was a horrendous understatement for what was to follow. She ticked them off on her perfectly manicured fingers with a widening cheshire grin.

“Carnations could be fascination or love depending on the color, but if they were red, that's no question. Gardenias mean secret love. Forget-me-nots are for true love. Sunflowers are for passionate love and radiance. And camelias mean –”

“Longing,” Aizawa finished sourly, glaring up at the older hero as if personally affronted.

“Dude?” Mic whispered, staring at his best friend like he was dreaming. Aizawa, caught, snorted and forcibly returned to his work.

“You know my parents are florists,” he muttered, looking a little angry that the buried knowledge had escaped him in front of his friends. Mic cackled obnoxiously then seemed to catch up on all of the righteous indignation that he should have been feeling, abruptly cutting himself off and whirling to look at Toshinori with an open mouth.

“It was a love confession! Mandrake went out on a limb for you, Yagi-san! A rickety, be-flowered tree limb of secret love!” he exclaimed, deeply offended and deeply loud. He covered his mouth just for effect. “I bet you didn't even text him back, you cad.”

“Actually, we didn't have texting at the time, so ...” Toshinori shook his head and refocused on the unfortunate conversation and the even less fortunate truth. He sighed heavily, brow furrowed. “Oh my. I genuinely thought it was a peace offering of sorts. Considering.”

“The only peace he was offering was a piece of ass,” Aizawa snorted, apparently unable to keep himself out of the conversation. Midnight barked out a laugh and Toshinori coughed so sharply that bright red blood streaked his lips, hastily bending and yanking a worn handkerchief out of his pocket.

“Aizawa-kun, please!” he croaked through the cloth, mortified. Aizawa shrugged and Mic sat his chin on his hands again, pouting.

“Dude, you missed out. I bet he really loved you.”

“Oh shut up Mic, don't say such irresponsible things,” Midnight scolded him, smacking the back of his head.

Mic whined back and they devolved into familiar bickering over the best way to confess love or what obligations came with what kinds of confessions, including what kinds of confessions they had made in their youth and what they had really expected from it. Despite his friends wheedling, Aizawa's contributions were limited to refusing to indulge them on any further knowledge on the language of flowers and ordering them to get back to work and do something useful for once. The usual.

Somehow finding himself passed over as the center of attention, Toshinori quietly filled his mug with hot water, picked a teabag and made a hasty exit while they were distracted, frowning all the while.

“They feel bad for bringing it up.”

Toshinori looked up from where he sat on his customary lunch bench, blinking at the combination of direct sunlight and the unexpected shadow of Aizawa Shouta hanging over him.

He had just come outside for a little bit of fresh air and Aizawa's approaches were unrivaled in stealth, leaving him little room to react. Stunned, Toshinori didn't respond, or he didn't respond quickly enough, so his fellow instructor continued, regarding him with little patience over the crest of his coiled capture weapon.

“Mic and Nemuri. They feel bad for bringing up you and Mandrake.” When Toshinori still couldn't find anything to say, Aizawa sighed heavily, crossing his arms and glaring into the distance where the children milled around on the green, in the sun. “Because it's obvious that you're taking it hard and you're distracted. Upset.”

As little as he spoke, Aizawa was nothing if not observant: Toshinori was certainly distracted and he was certainly upset and he had no idea how to deal with either.

Tangling with such a delayed and important realization had consumed him over the past few days and showed no sign of slowing, especially when he thought about what the next step should be. He was lost in thoughts and regrets, trying without success to triangulate his and Mandrake's rocky relationship over the years and the battles: what it was, and what his now-comrade hoped it could have been. He felt paralyzed, mentally stuck in his doorway on that day and endlessly replaying how jaunty and utterly dismissive he must have seemed in taking the bouquet. The confession.

How could he have done such a thing? How could he not have known? It was all too much, but was it too late?

So, in keeping with his preceding uselessness, Toshinori just cleared his throat and tapped his long fingers together, looking askance. He hoped that Aizawa would give in to their general lack of accord and bad track record and consider his professional duty done with this short inquiry. Be on his way, and leave him to his guilt.

Then, of all things, Aizawa sighed again and took a seat next to him on the bench with peak reluctance, making the hair go up on the older heroes neck.

What, exactly, was happening? Did Kayama and Yamada send him to scold him back into shape again? It was too strange and too unprecedented and suddenly he hardly remembered how to breathe normally.

“How long ago was it?” the homeroom teacher asked, lacing his hands between his knees and staring out at the sun-soaked grass. Once again, as if the man had bound him in his carbon fiber reins, there was clearly no escape. Toshinori swallowed audibly, nudging his own knees closer together to make room.

“Eight … maybe nine years ago.” Toshinori sighed heavily and shook his head. “He did put himself out on a limb, and after we'd been through so much ... It must have taken a lot of courage. Regardless of how long it's been, I have an apology to make.”

“And what would you be apologizing for?” Aizawa asked. “For not knowing what he meant, or for not feeling the same way?”

Toshinori looked over at him, startled, and Aizawa boldly met his gaze, silent and expectant. It was probably the most words they had exchanged in their entire relationship and Toshinori was caught between the urge not to mess up and the urge to just run away, out from under this exacting man's eyes. And the question itself?

There was so much history between the two of them, it was hard to parse. There was the basic shame of not knowing what he meant, not understanding the gesture or the weight of it, true … but also the pervasive regret that he had personally let Mandrake down. Someone who had very strong feelings for him, and yet those feelings were unreturned. Mandrake was a good hero and a better man and Toshinori felt blindly guilty that he had disappointed him in such a personal and heartless way, so what was there to do but apologize?

“Both, I suppose,” he admitted, frowning down at his shoes.

At that, Aizawa shook his head impatiently.

“That's the problem with you. You'll take any excuse to feel guilty,” he snorted, the sheer derision in his tone making the older hero want to shrink into his oversized jacket. “It's no shame you weren't interested in him, but a decade later you're acting like it was a poor personal choice you made out of spite.”

It was all Toshinori could do to stare at him, skin chilling nonsensically. Aizawa continued, relentless.

“It's a useless apology, one that doesn't deserve the breath it would take to say it. The world isn't in your hands anymore, All Might, and sometimes misunderstandings happen. Especially when there are flowers involved, which is a poor substitute for actual communication,” he finished grimly, like he had a lifetime of flower drama stories locked away in his childhood. Then he shrugged, absently scratching at his unshaven chin.

“That's life and you have to let it go and move forward. Otherwise you'll drown in what you didn't do and be of no use to anyone, yourself included.”

Toshinori didn't know what to say to that, at first, as shock and offense and denial warred in him. Then it came to him, because it was really rather simple.

“Ah. Thank you, Aizawa-kun,” he said hesitantly. Smiled. “He's a good man and a good friend, but maybe it's a little too far along for these kinds of regrets. You ... I think you might be right.”

It wasn't exactly a revelation, after all. He could very well be a sentimental old fool prone to self-castigation for things he had no control over. Maybe.

Next to him, Aizawa snorted and quickly stood, their strange truce apparently over in an instant. Had his friends really sent him, or was this something he had chosen to do on his own? Toshinori really knew nothing about him. He watched in dual discomfort and curiosity as the younger hero paused to instill a few eyedrops and shake out his tangled mane, grimacing.

“Just stop brooding,” Aizawa said when he'd finished, replacing his eyedrops in his utility belt and shoving his hands in his pockets as he turned to go. He glanced over his shoulder. “You're winding my idiots up and it doesn't fit your type.”

“Ah, am I encroaching on your edgy Underground style?” Toshinori called after him, chuckling, but Aizawa was already gone around the corner, leaving the Symbol of Peace sitting on a warm bench with nothing but the distant chatter of students and the breeze for company. Despite the scraped feeling of being scolded in such a way, he felt lighter already. Simpler.

Perhaps, instead of an apology, he would send Mandrake a flower arrangement. A very … platonic flower arrangement, full of respect and appreciation. Focus on what he could offer, instead of what he couldn't. He felt a faint heat in his face and hid a smile from no one in particular.

Maybe he would ask Aizawa for help in putting it together.

#erasermight #bnha #all might #toshinori yagi #boku no hero academia

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wittystiles · 6 years

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The Bluff || Part Five || Mitch Rapp

Author: wittystiles

Word count: 6.7k+

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Summary: Mitch Rapp finds out that he really is stuck being readers babysitter, and bickering between the two ensues. (Y/N) finds out some information about Mitch, and the two share some fluff.

Warnings: Cursing (i guess this is like, expected). Sass - more sass than I know what to do with.

A/N: I hate writing this. As soon as I finish a chapter, I love it. But the process of writing it sucks. Lmao. However, I mean it: I really love this chapter. I think it’s ridiculous, and fluffy, and I love Mitch y’all. Thank you to @ellie-bee242 for being my cheerleader, I love you.

Stan sat with Mitch on the couch in the hotel living room, his phone held in the palm of his right hand, the sound of the phone ringing the only one in the room.

Irene’s voice greeted the men, “this had better be good. Do you have any idea what time it is?”

Stan cleared his throat, “we’ve got a problem.”

“What did you do now, Rapp?”

Mitch glared at the phone, taking a deep breath. “I will refrain from taking offense to that, Director Kennedy. I haven’t done anything this time. There was an unexpected casualty of the arms dealer, and it’s being handled. We are calling because Stanley is trying to assign me a new mission that I refuse.”

Stan sighed, “there was a hostage, Irene. Mitch rescued her, and brought her back to his hotel room.”

“Why would you do that, Rapp?”

“She was a hostage, Kennedy. A civilian. I had to. I couldn’t leave her tied to a bed in the arms dealers hotel room.”

“You could have.” Irene said without any emotion to her voice.

Stan gave Mitch a look that carried an almost “I told you so” air to it.

“Kennedy, Stan has given me two options, and I agree with neither.”

Irene sounded bored, “those are?”

“Kill her, or protect her.”

Irene was silent for a moment, Mitch and Stan both growing ever more curious as to what she would say. “You rescued her Mitch. You’ve already committed yourself to the second of the two options. She is your responsibility now. Until we have the arms dealer, or we find who he was working for, you’re her bodyguard. I won’t hear any arguments on the matter. Don’t call me at this hour again unless you seriously fuck something up.”

With that, Irene ended the phone call, leaving the two men to stare at the device on Stan’s palm.

“So. How did tattling on me to mommy work out for you, Rapp? Looks to me like she backed daddy up.”

Mitch stopped himself from cringing, “if you never refer to Irene and yourself as mommy and daddy again, it will be too soon.”

Stan glared but shut his cell phone, Mitch absently wondering how he still survived with an ancient flip phone rather than the smartphones the rest of the agents carried. “You’re going to have to transport her back to America, you realize that. Yes?”

Mitch groaned, “no. The thought hadn’t occurred to me, actually.” “Cause you don’t think about shit before you do it, punk.”

“I think about punching you all of the time, but never do. So, your statement is a lie.”

Stan smacked Mitch on the back of the head, taking a deep breath while he did so. “Do you know anything useful from her, yet, Mitch? Like, where the arms dealer has held her before this?”

“No.”

“Is she American?”

“Yes, I heard her voice. She has an American accent.”

“Wonderful.” Stan huffed loudly, leaning against the arm of the couch. “What else do you know, Mitchell?”

“That isn’t my name,” Mitch said a little snarkily.

“I am aware. Your name is Little Shit, I’ve trained you long enough to know.”

Mitch ignored him, leaning against the arm on the other end of the couch, his arms crossed over his chest. “I know that she was held hostage, and she was taken from America. Beyond that, I am clueless.”

“If that isn’t the truest thing you’ve ever said, Rapp.”

Mitch, growing bored, sighed. “Look, Stan. If there is anything I need to know, tell it to me now. I’m tired.”

“Poor baby. Would you like me to make you a bottle? Tuck you in with your rescue? Make sure the both of you get a good rest?”

“Are you genuinely offering?”

Stan leaned over, hand extended, and Mitch caught his wrist. “Not happening,” Mitch pushed Stans wrist away, crossing his arms again.

“We need you to find out as much information about this girl as possible, Mitch. Get close to her, learn shit about her. Find out where she’s from, what she did for a living, how and more importantly why the fuck she managed to get abducted. Shit like that. I want you feeding all of this back to me.”

“Why?”

“Why do you think, Michelle?”

Mitch gave a shrug, ignoring the name that Stan called him. “If you would like to know anything about her, why don’t you watch over her yourself, Stan?”

“She isn’t /my/ problem, Monica. She’s yours. Which means that you’ve got to watch her. Irene said so.”

“You sound like a child,” Mitch pointed out, shifting to rest the calf of his right leg on the knee of his left.

“And you act like one, Maurice.”

“Who?”

Stan shrugged, looking down at his phone, squinting his eyes. “What is your phone number?”

Mitch rattled it off before asking, “why?”

“I’m making sure I have it so that when you call, I know not to answer.”

“I thought you wanted information?”

“I changed my mind. You can deliver it all to Kennedy, she’ll want it more than me.”

“That makes no sense.”

“Neither does you taking a hostage, Margarette, but you did.”

“She was tied to a bed and drugged, Stan. Any decent person would have saved her.”

“Well, you took her out of one hostage situation and forced her into another. Congratulations, you’re a wonderful man, aren’t you, Matchstick?”

Mitch glared, “that one wasn’t even a name, Stan.”

“That’s rude to all Matchstick’s in the world.”

Mitch rolled his eyes, uncrossed his arms, and went to pinch the bridge of his nose, stopping himself. “Do we know where the arms dealer could possibly be, Stan? I want to take care of him before I have to return to the states.”

“He is no longer your mission, Marvin. She is, do you not remember? We’ve called someone else in to handle the arms dealer. Who, currently, has escaped into the wind.”

“Fuck you, he’s mine! I should be the one to get him, when the incompetent CIA manages to find him, that is.”

Stan raised his eyebrows at Mitch, chuckling a bit. “Did you not already have a chance at him, Marsha? Did you not prove that you’re incompetent? You don’t have the right to him anymore. Your priority is making sure his boss, the one who probably made him take your girlfriend, doesn’t further whatever the fuck he’s been planning.”

Mitch clenched his jaw, taking a deep breath in. “Do not call her my girlfriend, Stan. I’m not going to say that again.”

“Relax, Macey. I forget how sensitive you are. You’re fine, pull your haunches back.”

Mitch relaxed into the couch, rubbing his forehead tiredly. “What else do I need to know, Stan?”

“Make sure she doesn’t contact anyone while she’s here. We don’t need a group coming and taking you out, Maggie. You’re not valuable, but I don’t wanna have to pay the cleaning fee on this room.”

“Thanks, Stan.”

“Of course.”

Standing from the couch, Stan pocketed his cell phone, stretching his arms above his head. “Good luck with her, kid. You’re gonna need it. Don’t tell her any secret information, which you’re likely to do since you’ve got a big mouth. Don’t hit her if she irritates you. Actually, do. I don’t care. And don’t fuckin’ sleep with her. Okay?”

Mitch grit his teeth together, gave Stan a curt nod, and pushed up from the couch. “Goodbye, Sir. Have a safe flight back to America. Or don’t.” Mitch wanted to add “I hope you get detained”, but decided against that.

Stan made his way to the door of the hotel room, his hand resting on the knob. “Don’t fuck this one up, Rapp.”

Mitch didn’t respond, choosing to let the last comment linger in the air after Stan left

Sitting up with a start, Mitch brought his hand up to rub at the scar on his chest, taking a deep breath in through his nose. He pushed his body up from the couch he had passed out on, stretching his limbs. Pops and cracks sounded throughout the room causing Mitch to wonder how he still managed to get around so easily. Old age, he presumed, wouldn’t be kind to him. If he ever reached it.

His stomach grumbled loudly, cramping occurring in the middle. He rest his hand on his stomach while looking around the room for the room service menu, clearing his throat. He picked it up, returning to the couch. He read over the menu, choosing a few items. Picking up the phone on the small table beside him, he dialed room service, placing the order.

“Thank you, charge it to the room.” Mitch instructed the woman on the other end of the line, placing the phone back onto the receiver before she could say any more.

Standing from his seat on the couch, he headed into the bedroom of the hotel room, looking over (Y/N) as she slept. She was curled around a pillow, her hand resting beside her face, the tips of her fingers pressed against her lips. Mitch walked to the bed, placing a hand gently on her hip.

“Hey,” he shook her hip a little to stir her from sleep. “I need you to get up.” He shook her hip harder when she didn’t move. “Hey!”, his voice rose this time.

“Hmmm?” (Y/N) hummed, scrunching her nose up and stretching out her arms. “What’s wrong?”

“When was the last time you ate?”

(Y/N) furrowed her brows, her eyes still unopened. “Dunno? Maybe a few days ago? I haven’t been hungry.”

“You haven’t been awake,” Mitch reminded her. He nodded to the bottle of water on her nightstand. “Drink some more fluids, you need to re-hydrate.”

(Y/N) sat up on the bed, cracked her neck, and grabbed the bottle of water. “God, I feel like my hands have been broken and the bones removed.”

“Why?” Mitch took the water bottle from her after watching her struggle with the cap for a moment. He easily unscrewed it, handing the bottle back to her.

“Maybe it’s the drugs still weakening your system?” Mitch offered, crossing his arms as he sat beside her. He waited for her to finish the bottle off before speaking again.

“Food is on its way, I want you to eat something.”

(Y/N) furrowed her brows, “I don’t think that’s something you get to want.”

“I think it is. Who is the one who was drugged, and who isn’t? I can remember the last time I ate, (Y/N). You can’t. You must eat.”

“You must eat,” (Y/N) mocked, holding the empty bottle out to him. “You should eat my portion. I don’t want it. I’m good. Besides, how do I know you’re not a bad guy? Huh? Maybe you’re here to trick me into getting comfortable, and then you’re gonna get me drugged again and ship me off to like. Another place.”

Mitch shook his head, “why would I do that?”

(Y/N) looked down at her hands in her lap, “that’s what some fuck would do I think. Get me into a false sense of security. I fought back the last time they moved me, hence the shoulder.” She reached up, rubbing around the wound exploratorily, wincing when she reached a tender area.

“Why did they take you, anyway?” Mitch asked, standing from the bed. He was going to look through his first aid kit for some pain killers, thinking against it almost immediately. “Did you do something to them?”

“No. I didn’t. I was just in the wrong place at the right time, I guess.” She gnawed on her bottom lip, still looking down at her hands. Mitch sat back down, waiting for her to continue. “I was on shift at the hospital, I’m a surgical nurse. I just, scrub in, help the surgeons. You know, shit like that.”

Mitch nodded.

“Anyway, I was scrubbing out after a patient when I got a page that someone needed to consult with a nurse about another patient. We were short staffed that night, I figured the other on calls were busy. I thought nothing of it, and responded to the page. When I got there the nurse at the station indicated the waiting room where a woman was. I went to talk to her and she begged me to come with her to check on her husband’s stitches. I asked her to bring him in, but she said they couldn’t afford for him to get seen if it were nothing.”

“You fell for this?” Mitch asked, realizing after he spoke that he shouldn’t have. “Sorry.” He tagged on.

(Y/N) sighed, “yes I did. I am far too kind for my own good, and I have a soft spot for people who cannot afford medical care. Sorry, I’m an idiot. I’m aware.”

“I never said that,” Mitch defended, shaking his head a little. “You’re not an idiot. You swore to help people, that’s what you thought you were doing. I get it, please, continue.”

“Anyway, I finally agreed to going out to see her husband. I had my medical bag with me, so I had some things in case I needed to disinfect anything, things like that. I get out to the front of the hospital, and she tells me that he’s in the parking lot. I, again, think nothing of it. There’s this worried looking woman begging for help, I don’t think she’s going to do me any harm.” Mitch scoffed, “always assume someone wants to hurt you unless they prove they’re not going to.”

“Do you?” (Y/N) asked cautiously.

“Do I what?” Mitch asked, furrowing his brows.

“Want to hurt me?”

“Have I yet?”

“No, you’ve only helped me.” “Then I guess I don’t wanna hurt you, do I?”

(Y/N) shook her head, “no. I guess not.” She took a deep breath and fiddled with the hem of the shirt she wore for a second. Mitch could see her struggling for words, and instinctively reached out to clasp her hand in his.

“You’re not with them anymore, (Y/N). You don’t have to be scared anymore. I’m going to get you home.” Mitch assured her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

(Y/N) looked up at him, giving him a smile. “Thanks.” She took his hand in hers completely, holding it while she continued. “I get to the van, where her husband supposedly is, and she opens the back door. She climbs in, and I hear a man groaning in pain, but it’s really dark. And I cannot see that much, so I ask her to turn on the light. She urges me to climb in, so I do. The doors to the van then slammed shut, and my chest just tightened. I knew shit was fucked, then. I was fucked. How could it not be?”

“Why would you ever get into the van, (Y/N)? That’s a rookie mistake if I have ever seen one.”

(Y/N) sighed, “am I anything but a rookie?”

“No, I guess you’re not even really that. You’re more an infant.”

“Thanks,” (Y/N) scoffed. “Do you want to hear this story, Mitch? Or would you prefer to just call me an idiot and leave it at that.”

Mitch gave her hand a squeeze, rubbing the side of it gently with his thumb, “continue.”

(Y/N) looked down at their hands, taking a moment to compose herself. She had rehearsed her cover story time and time again. Perfecting it. Memorizing every single detail, like she’d been trained. She wasn’t busy searching for her words, like Mitch assumed. She was selling her role.

“I was panicking, naturally like anyone would, of course. And the woman turned cold, instantly. Flipped a switch and the bitch was a void of emotion. She spoke clinically to me, told me to fix whoever was moaning and groaning. I told her I couldn’t. That I was a new nurse, I didn’t know what I was doing. Shit like that. She smacked me, felt like my eye was going to explode. I’ve never been smacked before that. It was shocking and I didn’t know what to do but recoil from her.”

“Naturally,” Mitch nodded. He was still rubbing her hand with his thumb and absently wondered if he should stop. She didn’t seem to mind, so he didn’t.

“They drove me to this, I wanna call it a warehouse, but it wasn’t. I was dragged around by these two big guys, they had tied my hands in the van. The guy from the van was removed and brought into the warehouse too. We were at a standstill because I wasn’t going to fix him, and he was clearly gonna die. They hit me again, threw me around. After a few more smacks and shit I got tired of it and gave in.”

“To what?”

“I fixed the guy. He had a few bullet wounds in his body, no where serious. It was an easy save. They told me they were gonna keep me. Said having a doctor would be useful, especially for their line of work. I kept trying to tell them I wasn’t a doctor, cause I’m not! I’m not at all! They never listened.”

“How long ago was this?” Mitch asked her, his grip on her hand tightening.

“Three maybe four months. I don’t remember exactly. We were traveling around the East Coast primarily, and I was mostly kept in rooms and cars. Then whomever the dude you came for was, he had them bring me out here to Paris. They had me mostly drugged for a few days. Then I helped with someone and got scared because I was in another country. Tried getting out, snuck out of the room while he was having a meeting. That’s how I got into this mess.”

“The beating and getting tied up?” Mitch asked for clarification. (Y/N) nodded.

Mitch felt his stomach knot, like he was angry. For what? He didn’t know. At what? Equally clueless. But it was there, and he concentrated on (Y/N)’s hand in his to stop his stomach from knotting further.

“Did they..” Mitch stopped himself before he was able to ask the question on his tongue. It didn’t take more than a heartbeat for (Y/N) to catch on, immediately shaking her head.

“No,” she said quickly. “God. No, they didn’t. I would’ve… I would’ve found a way to kill them if they had.”

“You were bound and drugged, (Y/N). I don’t think you could have fought your way out of a paper bag, much less killed grown men.”

(Y/N) scrunched her eyebrows together, glaring angrily at Mitch. “I could have protected and defended myself, thank you for your confidence in me.”

Mitch didn’t speak, just shrugged his shoulders at her. The two were silent for a few minutes. (Y/N) made herself busy tapping Mitch’s knuckles in the beat of a song. Mitch busied himself trying to think of how he was going to manage to babysit her while also still working.

(Y/N) jumped when room service knocked on the door and Mitch dropped her hand like it was a hot coal, pushing on his knees to stand. “I’ll be right back.”

He walked out of the room and called through the door for room service to just leave it by the door, thanking him from bringing up the cart. He watched the employee through the peephole, remembering that they probably spoke french. He reiterated what he’d said, in French, and watched as him left. He waited a few breaths, then opened the door, pulling the cart into the hotel room.

Mitch quickly checked the cart, making sure that it had nothing conspicuous on it before wheeling it into the bedroom. “Foods here.”

(Y/N) looked at the cart that was in front of her, lifting a lid off one of the plates. “This mine?” She asked, looking over the salad on the plate.

“No,” Mitch shook his head. “That’s the side salad. I asked for it on a plate rather than in a bowl. I ordered us burgers. Seemed the safest, unless you’re a vegetarian. Then there’s a tofu something or other in there that you’re welcome to. I figured I’d cover my bases.”

“Wonderful.” (Y/N) responded, taking the lid off another plate. She picked it up, getting more comfortable on the bed. “So, Mitch. What’s your last name?” Mitch ignored her, picking up his own plate, taking a seat across from the bed on a chair against the wall. (Y/N) pursed her lips, folding a fry in half before dipping it into the ketchup she had dumped on her plate. “Well, then, how old are you Mitch? Since last names seem to be a touchy subject.”

“I’m old enough.” Mitch answered before taking a bite of his burger, signifying he was done answering.

“Like… Mid twenties?” (Y/N) ventured, raises her eyebrow at him.

Mitch looked up from his plate to her, not saying anything.

“Right, I’ll say mid twenties since you’re not gonna confirm or deny anything. What about where were you born, Mitch?”

“America. Why do you keep saying my name after every question? I know you’re talking to me. We’re the only two in the room.”

(Y/N) sighed, “I like saying it. ’Sides, maybe if I say your name enough, you’ll finally answer me. Make you realize that I’m speaking to you and not the wall.”

“I never thought you were talking to the wall,” Mitch defended.

“I was being sarcastic, Mitch. Surely you realized that.”

Mitch sighed, “yeah. I did, (Y/N). I was trying to joke.”

(Y/N) mocked shock, “you know how to joke? I didn’t think you were capable of that.”

Mitch rolled his eyes, “are you trying to be funny by making fun of me?”

(Y/N) lowered her eyes to her plate, nodding slowly. “Sorry, Mitch.”

Mitch shrugged, “it’s fine. You should meet Stan, he would love knowing another person who picks on me as well. I’ve never met a man who hates me as much as him, (Y/N).”

“Didn’t you try killing the person who had me? I think he probably hates you.”

Mitch shook his head, “as kind as that is of you to say, no. He doesn’t. He doesn’t know me, and I don’t know him. You can’t hate someone that you don’t know, (Y/N).”

“Yes, you can. I hate people I don’t know all the time.”

Mitch scoffed, “no you don’t, (Y/N). You just don’t like them. It’s different. Hatred… Hatred is something inside of you. Hatred is something that festers inside of the pit of your stomach, something you can never remove.”

(Y/N) stared at him, a little in shock. “Who do you hate, Mitch?”

Mitch sighed heavily, “no one anymore (Y/N). I’ve gutted myself of that hatred.”

“How?”

Mitch, again, ignored her question. He took a few bites of his burger, and (Y/N) did the same, allowing the silence to settle over the two of them for a moment. When her plate was nearly cleared of fries, she addressed Mitch again. “Are you an only child, Mitch?”

He shook his head in response, swallowing what was in his mouth before responding. “No. I have a brother.”

“Younger or older.”

“I have a brother, (Y/N).” Mitch repeated.

“Right, I’m guessing family is a touchy subject?” Mitch sighed, “you’re guessing right, (Y/N).”

“Why do you keeping saying my name, Mitch?”

“So you know I’m talking to you, (Y/N). Not the wall.”

(Y/N) smiled a little, “thanks.”

After clearing the plates from the room, Mitch pushed the cart back to the hallway and locked the door behind him. Going to get comfortable on the couch, he had to stop, thinking he heard his name getting called. He huffed loudly, walking into the bedroom to see (Y/N) sitting on the edge of the bed. “Is there something that you need?” Mitch asked dryly.

“I need your help,” (Y/N) near whispered.

“You need my help beyond me saving your life? You’re getting a bit greedy, wouldn’t you agree?”

(Y/N) pushed her lips together in a pout, holding her hands together in her lap. “Well. I guess, yeah. Sorry, I’ll figure it out, Mitch. Never mind.”

Mitch crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the door frame. “What do you need, (Y/N)?”

“A shower.”

“The bathrooms right there.” Mitch pointed at the door on the far wall. “You’re more than welcome to shower. I can find you something to wear, I’m sure I still have extra clothes.”

“I am not worried about my clothes, Mitch. I am feeling very weak, still. And with this stupid fucking shoulder injury… I can’t shower alone, Mitch. Please, would you help me?

“Help you shower?”

(Y/N) nodded in confirmation.

“No.”

(Y/N) frowned, clearing her throat. “Okay, then. I suppose I’ll just do it on my own. I mean, I wouldn’t want you getting wet anyway. I hear water is bad for robots, won’t you rust? Would your circuits fry or something?”

Mitch furrowed his brows in confusion, “what are you rambling about?”

“You’re a robot, aren’t you, Mitch?”

“Why in the hell are you asking me that?”

“Well! You never make any faces, you never change the inflection of your voice. You’re a void.”

“That’s rude.”

“See!” (Y/N) shouted, throwing her hand forward in his direction. “You said ‘that’s rude’ but didn’t change the way you looked at me, or the sound of your voice. Did your programmer not give you emotions?”

“I have emotions, (Y/N).”

“Liar.” (Y/N) huffed.

Mitch took a deep breath, then forced a smile.

“Are you okay?” (Y/N) worried, looking at him seriously. “Are you in pain? Your facial muscles know how to do that?”

“Har har.” Mitch mocked her worried look before shaking his head. “Would you just get into the shower? I can smell you from over here.”

(Y/N) gasped, “was that you making a joke?”

“Yes. Did it not land?”

“It wasn’t nice.”

“You said I was a robot without emotions,” Mitch reminded her.

“I cannot argue with that.” (Y/N) smiled. “You gonna help me shower or not?”

Mitch shook his head, turning on his heels to head back out of the bedroom. “Nope, wouldn’t wanna rust.”

(Y/N) groaned, “you’re hateful! Worthless fucking whatever you are!”

“Assassin.” Mitch called from the other room.

“WORTHLESS FUCKING ASSASSIN!”

“Thank you,” Mitch called.

(Y/N) stood from the bed, took a few tentative steps towards the bathroom, and decided she didn’t need Mitch afterall. She made it to the bathroom without incident, took a moment to fiddle with the shower, and then began stripping. She let out a squeal of pain when she went to remove the shirt she wore, causing Mitch to run in.

“What?” He asked, eyeing her.

“What?” She snapped, letting the hem of the shirt go, the material falling back over her hips. “Are you really an assassin?”

“Are you really asking me that? Was that why you squealed like a kicked dog?”

(Y/N) flared her nostrils, “I have half of a mind to hit you right now.”

“I would need to be a corpse for that punch to land.”

(Y/N) balled her hand into a fist, and forced her good arm towards Mitch. He caught her forearm in his hand and held it. “Do you feel better?” “No!” (Y/N) snapped, yanking her arm back. “I want to hit you!”

“Would I get to hit you back?”

“NO!”

“That’s not fair, (Y/N).”

“You’re not fair!”

Mitch sighed, “that made no sense.”

“Yeah?” (Y/N) huffed loudly. “You make no sense. Who do you think you are? Mister I’m-Too-Mysterious-To-Tell-You-Anything.”

“I told you my name. That I’m from America, and that I have a brother. That’s three things, in less than an hour.”

“I hate you.” (Y/N) snapped, leaning her butt against the counter behind her.

“You didn’t hate me a few minutes ago.” “No. I hated you then too, just less.”

“Alright (Y/N),” Mitch shrugged. “Have a lovely shower.”

“Are you really an assassin?” (Y/N) repeated, this time grabbing Mitch’s arm with her bad one to stop him.

“Do I have to break your arm so you never grab me again?”

“I’d love to see you try.”

“Oh, my God. I’m not having this conversation again.” He took a deep breath, and a part of him felt sympathy for Stan. He realized how annoying he must be to the old man. And he also acknowledged, to only himself, how much he didn’t care.

“Answer the question, Mitch.”

“I have no reason to.”

“You’ve seen me naked! I deserve at least an answer to what you are.”

“I’m a healthy male.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“I have one, yes. I am not one, though.”

(Y/N) swung on him again, and this time, Mitch let her punch land. Her fist connected with his arm, and he didn’t so much as glance at the site.

“Fucker.” (Y/N) hissed. “I hit you hard, you could’ve at least reacted.”

“I didn’t feel it.” Mitch’s lips turned up in a smirk. “You gonna shower? You still stink.”

“No.” (Y/N) grunted.

“Why not?”

“I can’t remove my shirt.”

“Then wear it in the shower.”

(Y/N) went to swing on him again, and he stepped back to avoid her punch. This sent (Y/N) falling forward, and Mitch reached out to catch her around the waist. “Are you almost done?”

“What?”

“I asked if you were almost done.”

“DONE WITH WHAT?” (Y/N) shouted at him, letting him help her stand straight up.

“With trying to hit me. Next time I’ll let you fall.”

“I’m sure you’d like that.”

Mitch sighed, “no. I’ll be the one having to pick you back up.”

(Y/N) rubbed at her shoulder, wincing a little. “Just let me fucking shower. I don’t need you.”

“You said you did.”

“I’m a liar.”

“I believe that.” Mitch sighed. “Let me help you take your shirt off at least.”

“Perv.” (Y/N) huffed.

“You asked me to fondle you earlier. The only perv here is you.”

(Y/N) groaned loudly, “do you have a gun?”

“Yes.” Mitch said, in more of a question than an answer. “Can I have it? I wanna blow my brains out. Save us both some trouble.”

Mitch laughed, genuinely and sincerely laughed, his face lighting up. (Y/N) took a whole step back, staring at him in what could only be mistaken for amazement. She thought, not for the first time since she’d seen him, that he was truly gorgeous.

“Don’t laugh at me!” She shrieked, stopping his laughter. Mitch rest his hand on his stomach, the exertion from his laughter causing him to have to catch his breath.

“You’re not going to kill yourself, (Y/N). I didn’t save your life just for you to blow yourself away.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, and held her arms out in front of her.

“Are you a mummy?” Mitch asked, looking her over.

“Take my shirt off, like you offered. I can’t lift my arms up that high.”

Mitch smirked again, grabbed the bottom of her shirt, his fingers brushing against her hips. “You sure? I don’t want to be mistaken for a perv again.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes again, “would you hurry up?”

Mitch pulled her shirt off of her quickly, letting the fabric fall to the floor in a small pile. “There.” He tilt his head back, eyes trained on the ceiling. (Y/N) flicked his adam’s apple before heading for shower.

“Are you going to be able to wash your hair?” Mitch questioned.

“No.”

“Turn the shower off then.” “I stink, remember?” (Y/N) snarked, reaching for the shower knob.

“I’ll give you a bath.”

“Am I dog?”

“You act like a bitch, at the very least.”

“OH! Good one,” (Y/N) snarled. “I don’t need you bathing me. I can figure it out on my own.” She turned the knob, the shower turning off.

“Then why did you turn the water off?”

“So you can give me a bath.”

Mitch chuckled, looking away from (Y/N) to the bathtub. “Hot or warm?”

“Melt me.” (Y/N) replied, moving to take a seat on the edge of the bathtub.

Mitch turned the water on, pushing down the stopper for the tub. The two sat in silence while the water poured quickly into the tub. When it was filled, Mitch offered (Y/N) his hand, and helped her into the tub.

“Thank you,” (Y/N) said sincerely.

Mitch shrugged, “yeah.” He turned the water off, and went on a search for wash clothes and the shampoo and conditioner from the shower.

(Y/N) watched him wander around the small bathroom. “Grab a cup.” “Why? Do you drink soap water?”

“You’re so fucking annoying. You can use it to help rinse my hair.”

“Just dunk under the water?”

Rubbing her forehead, (Y/N) took a deep breath. “Can you just grab the cup please?”

“Any other requests? Do you want bubble bath? Should I rub your shoulders?”

“That would hurt, I imagine?”

Mitch grabbed a spare towel, setting it on the floor beside the bathtub, before resting his knees on it. “Should probably close your eyes.” He told (Y/N), dunking the cup into the water of the tub. She squeezed her eyes shut as Mitch poured the water over her head and face.

(Y/N), who hadn’t managed to close her mouth in time, turned and spit a mouthful of water onto Mitch, drenching his shirt.

Mitch recoiled, dropping the cup in the water. “Are you looking to be smacked?”

“Are you offering?”

“(Y/N),” Mitch’s tone was warning. “You’re pushing my buttons.”

(Y/N) smirked, “ah. Confirming my robot theory.”

Mitch took a deep breath, and picked the water cup up. “Tilt.”

“What?”

“Your head. Tilt it back.”

(Y/N) obliged, closing her eyes and mouth so that Mitch could wet her hair.

Mitch grabbed the shampoo when he was satisfied with the wetness of her hair, and squeezed some out into his palm. “Is this enough?” He asked, waiting for her to see the amount he held.

“More than enough.”

Mitch rubbed the shampoo between his palms before beginning to massage it into her hair. “You know, when guys get me wet, this is usually not what happens.”

Mitch smiled, “I like keeping people on their toes.” He continued massaging the shampoo in until he felt there was enough foam. “Close your eyes again,” Mitch told her, washing the shampoo out of her hair with the water, running his fingers through her hair to make sure all of the foam rinses out.

“That feels lovely.” (Y/N) near moaned, letting her head stay lulled back.

“What does?”

“Your fingers in my hair. You’re a lot less brutal than I thought you’d be.”

Mitch rolled his eyes, “I can be gentle you know?”

“I can feel that.”

“You know,” Mitch cleared his throat. “You are not the first girl to compliment my fingers.”

(Y/N) laughed, “careful Mitch. You’re edging closer to perv territory.”

“You’re the one who asked me to bathe you.”

“You offered,” (Y/N) defended.

“Not initially. I said no, and then you whined because your stupid shoulder hurt.”

“Ouch,” (Y/N) groaned. Mitch withdrew his hands, panicked he’d done something to hurt her.

“Are you alright?” He asked, looking her over.

“Yeah? I was saying ouch about your comment.” (Y/N) made a noise that sounded like an ‘awe’, resting her hand on her chest. “Were you worried about me?”

“No.” Mitch pulled on her hair a little, causing her to groan in pain.

“What the hell was that for?”

“Just making sure the shampoo was out.” Mitch smiled innocently at (Y/N), and picked up the conditioner.

(Y/N) held the towel tightly around herself, making sure to avoid touching her shoulder, watching Mitch in the bedroom search around in his suitcase. “Having trouble finding something, sport?”

“I would prefer it if you’d never call me that again.”

“What about champ?”

Mitch glanced over at her, giving her an unamused glare. “I will throw you out into the street stark naked, (Y/N).”

“You wouldn’t dare!” She countered.

“Call me one more name, and I will.”

“Okay, okay. God, you’re so touchy.”

“Says the woman who pulled me into the bathtub.”

“I still remain that you tripped trying to grab the body wash.”

“Well. Now I’ve got to find us both clothes, and I don’t think I have enough. You didn’t think your antic through, (Y/N).”

“YOU SLIPPED!”

Mitch grunted, digging through the clothes he had remaining. “Here.” He carried a pair of boxer-briefs and a black t-shirt into the bathroom, holding them out to (Y/N).

“Why are you giving me underwear?”

“So your ass is covered,” Mitch shook the clothes in front of her and she grabbed them from him.

“What are you going to wear?”

“I have other underwear, I’ll wear them. And I think I may have a pair of sweats.”

“Wonderful,” (Y/N) said deadpan. She waited for him to return to the bedroom before she dropped her towel, pulling on the pair of underwear Mitch gave her. “You know. I didn’t think I’d be in your pants this early.”

“You’re not.” Mitch remarked, sorting through the clothes on the bed.

“I’m in your panties.”

“Those are decidedly not panties.”

(Y/N) laughed, pulling the shirt on, whimpering as she did so. Mitch watched her, making sure she didn’t hurt herself, quickly averting his gaze when she had the shirt on.

“Any luck?” She asked, slowly making her way out of the bathroom, flicking the light off behind her.

Mitch shook his head, “I probably forgot them. I don’t pack very well. It’s fine.” Mitch shrugged, peeling his wet shirt off. (Y/N) had to keep herself from drooling, swallowing thickly as she looked away, concentrating on making her way to the bed.

“What are you gonna wear then? Jeans? You seem to live in that pair.”

“No.” Mitch unbuttoned his jeans, and shoved them down his legs. “I’m going to wear underwear, and sleep on the couch.”

“When did I ask where you’re gonna sleep?”

“You didn’t, I was just offering that information.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and took a seat on the bed, crossing her legs underneath herself carefully. “You don’t have to sleep on the couch, you know?”

“What’s your alternative? The floor? Are you going to make some remark about me being a dog?”

“No, you stole that joke earlier.”

“Where should I sleep then, (Y/N)?” Mitch asked, grabbing a clean pair of underwear from his suitcase. “Look away.” (Y/N) did, looking down at her hands knotting together in her lap. Mitch switched his wet underwear for a dry pair, and rest his hands on his hips. “Again I ask, where should I sleep?”

“You can sleep in the bed, Mitch. We’re adults. We can keep our tallywhackers to ourselves, can’t we?”

“I swear to God, (Y/N).” Mitch brought his left hand to his forehead, rubbing in circles. “You’re giving me a migraine.”

“I’m offering to share this bed with you! You should be grateful!”

“I don’t want you fondling me,” Mitch snickered.

“I would never want to.” (Y/N) countered, laying back against the bed, trying her hardest to keep her eyes from wandering down the dark hair below his belly button.

“I’m fine on the couch.”

“Fine!” (Y/N) huffed, moving to lay on her uninjured side, slipping her legs under the covers. “Sleep on the couch.”

“Fine.” Mitch grunted, pulling the covers back on the bed. “I’ll sleep in the stupid bed with you. Keep your hands to yourself.”

“Wouldn’t dream of touching you.”

Mitch scoffed, laying down on his back beside (Y/N). He pulled the covers up to his chest, fluffed his pillow, and turned the lamp beside him off. “Go to sleep (Y/N).” He instructed, closing his eyes.

(Y/N) watched Mitch carefully, eyes dragging over his chest, stopping on the occasional scar. She didn’t notice when Mitch opened his eyes, noticing her staring at him. “Can I help you with something?” He asked, pulling the blankets a little higher on his chest. “Would you stop staring at me? It’s unsettling.”

(Y/N) scoffed, getting more comfortable on the bed. “Thank you for changing my bandages, and bathing me, and for giving me clothes.”

Mitch nodded to signify him saying ‘you’re welcome’, closing his eyes again. “You seriously need to get some sleep, (Y/N). You need to sleep off the drugs.”

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“You couldn’t be fine if that was your name.”

“That was your worst joke yet.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” Mitch rolled over, his back facing her.

“Goodnight, Mitch.” (Y/N) smiled, finally closing her eyes.

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Gensokyo Festival Day 24: Various How-To Guides

A series of how-to guides by the Legacy of Lunatic Kingdom cast, minus Junko and Hecatia, for whom I couldn’t think of anything.

Seiran's guide to military discipline:

1. Always greet your commanding officer with a cheerful "Good morning, ma'am! It's such a lovely day for violence and mayhem!", or something similar. 2. Keep your clothes clean and tidy. Make sure your dress is clean and the bright colours don't fade, and polish your cute little buckle-shoes every morning. 3. Take care of your body, too. Eat plenty of carrots, do plenty of exercise, take regular baths and shave diligently. 4. Always do as you are told. Try not to obey grudgingly or sarcastically; it'll only hurt your commanding officer's feelings. That said, if you are a commanding officer, try to be patient and understanding with your soldiers. 5. If a Lunarian insists on calling you "Flopsy" and gushing over how cute your tail is, just grin and bear it. 6. It's never the wrong time for a cup of tea and some sweet mochi. Try to coordinate tea breaks with the enemy so that no-one is placed at a disadvantage. 7. Above all else, make sure to stay positive!

Ringo's guide to being a gourmet:

1. Never be afraid to try a new food. You might not like it, but then again it may turn out to be the most delicious thing you've ever tasted, and that's worth the risk of going in blind. 2. A meal generally needs a drink to go with it. Tea is best with a fortifying meal such as breakfast or lunch, alcohol goes well with dinner, and fruit juice goes well with cold meals such as salads and sandwiches. A savoury meal should have a savoury accompaniment, such as miso soup, whereas a pudding deserves a sweet drink such as a chocolate milkshake. 3. Keep in practice by eating as much as possible. Remember: the fatter you get, the more room you'll have for food, and the longer you'll be able to survive in times of hardship. You'll also be softer, cuddlier, warmer and better at swimming, and the extra weight can help strengthen your legs. Really, skinny people are missing out on a whole lot of fun! 4. Never let cheap, industrialised food stand in for something made properly. The key ingredient in every meal is love, and it's impossible even for Lunarian science to synthesise love. (We've tried, though. Amaterasu help us...) 5. Make sure you try meals from different cultures. The amount of unique recipes, techniques and flavour combinations around the world is truly incredible! 6. For the true gourmet, every meal is a special occasion. Don't just mindlessly scoff your food down, light a few scented candles and savour every morsel of your meal. If you find yourself weeping with joy, you're doing it right. 7. If possible, try to eat with a friend. Good food is always best with good company, and talking to someone can help prolong the pleasure of a delicious meal. 8. If eating is causing you problems, change your diet. We eat in order to survive, at the end of the day, so what matters most is how good it makes you feel. 9. Say it with me, gourmands of the world: YUM YUM IN MY TUM!

Doremy's guide to sleep:

1. Make sure your bedroom is at a comfortable temperature. Ideally, the room should be slightly cool, with your blankets and stuff compensating for it. 2. Keep your bedroom airy and lightly furnished. A bunch of books and a shelf of anime figurines are nice touches; dozens of electronic devices are not. Blackout curtains are a good idea during the winter. 3. At the end of the day (pun intended!), your bedroom should be a place of sanctuary and comfort, so make sure it feels good to be there. Make sure you have a comfy bed with the sorts of pillows, quilts, blankets and cuddly toys you like. If having to get up in the morning reduces you to tears, you have the right bed-design philosophy. 4. Consider purchasing a Sweet Sleep Pillow (TM), available at any reputable furniture shop. They're so soft and snuggable, I really can't recommend them enough! 5. Have supper at least an hour before you go to bed. For the rest of that hour, try to relax as much as possible in order to get into the right frame of mind. Obsessively checking your social medias won't contribute to a restful night's sleep. 6. When the wonderful moment finally arrives, make the most of it. Snuggle up under your favourite quilt, bury your head in your favourite pillow and say "Ahhhhhhhhh...!" 7. If you don't yet have a favourite pillow, why not try a Sweet Sleep Pillow (TM)? They're available at all reputable furniture shops, and no ordinary pillow can compare. 8. Sleep cannot generally be forced. Simply clear your mind and let the magic happen. 9. While your body is resting soundly, your soul will be free to explore the Dream World. There are many wonders you can experience in a dream, but there are dangers, too. You didn't eat too much cheese for supper, did you? 10. Once you are asleep, feel free to visit the many youkai who inhabit the Dream World. If you ever happen to meet me, I can recommend some truly excellent pillows for you to try. 11. You'd be surprised by how much people need to sleep. Outside of Gensokyo, sleep deprivation is seen as cool, modern, even honourable, but it ruins your ability to think and do stuff. No matter how much you believe in yourself and how much your boss claims to value you, you need at least eight hours of sleep every day. Teenagers, believe it or not, might need ten. It may feel like you're losing valuable time, but what you gain in clear thinking and wellbeing will more than make up for it. 12. Once you've finished sleeping, try to wake up with a smile on your face and a song in your heart. It's only one day until you get to try again, after all!

Sagume's guide to public speaking without offending anybody:

1. Try not to offend anyone. 2. Try not to look like you're trying not to offend anyone, since trying not to offend anyone can offend some people. 3. I don't know... Orate casual. 4. By this method, you will be able to speak publicly without ever facing controversy from arrogant people who go around looking for arguments! 5. ...Oh, crud. Me and my big fate-altering mouth.

Clownpiece's guide to self-esteem for teenage girls:

1. Git yerself a freakin' GUN. Seriously, nothin' makes ya feel strong like the ability ta' freakin' MURDER anyone who messes with ya. 2. Learn ta' love yer body. It's yours an' yours alone, so no-one gets ta' tell you you ain't pretty. Like make-up? Rock that cherry-red lipstick, sister! Don't like make-up? Rock that totally natural face a' yours! It don't mean a hill o' beans whether ya look like a supermodel; what matters is how ya feel an' who you are on the inside. 3. If the 'rents won't let ya outside unless yer in a pretty dress, freaking KILL THEM. Don't know how? Refer back ta' the first paragraph. 4. Likewise, don't let no-one tell ya what kinda person you oughta be. Yer the best there is at bein' you; no-one else knows how ta' do it right. Sure, people can have good advice, but they don't know ya better'n you do. 5. If you got a sweetheart, great! Cherish them with alla' your heart. Don't let 'em dominate your life, though; if they wanna make you do stuff you don't like, refer to the third paragraph. 6. Don't git me wrong: Even if ya don't like guns an' slaughter, yer one hundred percent valid. They jus' make life easier is all. 7. Git yerself a hobby. Somthin' ya like doin', somethin' challenging, somethin' where yer abilities can grow, somethin' you c'n do with friends and/or somethin' you c'n make money off of are all good ideas. It don't matter what people think: video games are a great hobby, sewin’ an' bakin’ don't automatically make you a wimp, an' fishin' an' soccer won't make you a lesbian. 8. Actually, seein' a buncha' tough girls all around ya might make ya realise you ARE a lesbian. It ain't guaranteed, though. 9. Slack off in school as much as ya can get away with. If it just makes ya bored an' miserable, why bother? Yer future don't depend on academic success! 10. Above all else, don't ever give up on nothin'. You c'n run a marathon, climb a mountain, beat a Touhou game, anythin', but ya gotta try dozens of times beforehand. Sooner or later, ya could even be able ta' beat alla' my spell-cards without breakin' a sweat! Now, THAT'S a feelin' of pride an' accomplishment.

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Elise Cooper Interviews Tara Moss

The War Widow by Tara Moss brings into play the author’s own work as an advocate for women, children, and those with disabilities. Although there are feminist and social justice issues in the book, readers are not hit over the head and there is no lack of adventure and action. Fans of Phryne Fisher will enjoy this novel.

There are similarities between the post WWI detective, Phryne, and Moss’s post WWII detective Billie. Both are strong, smart, funny, independent and feminists. Included are their accessories, 'Fighting Red' lipstick, elegant clothes and a little pearl handled gun strapped to the thigh. The main character, Billie Walker, is a private inquiry agent, what private detectives were called at that time.

World War II has just ended, and Billie is returning home to Sydney Australia. Now 1946, she has saddened days missing both her late father, taking over his PI agency, and her husband, Jack, a war correspondent missing in Europe.

A new case has a German immigrant woman hiring Billie to find her missing son, Adin Brown. Clues lead to The Dancers, an elite club, and Georges Boucher, owner of an expensive auction house. It seems that an old family photo of a particular necklace is at the heart of the case. After a potential source is murdered and an encounter with the police suggests they’re on the take, Billie is forced to admit that she’s dealing with something much larger than a simple missing person’s case. She enlists the help of Detective Inspector Hank Cooper. At the same time, Billie's secret informant Shyla reports on a man in the country who has been mistreating girls.

Along with Billie, the supporting cast of characters are very likeable and well developed. Her assistant-Secretary, Sam Baker, is a war veteran who has lost some of his fingers. He is completely trustworthy, someone Billie can count on, and is not the least bit intimidated by a female boss.

Billie’s mother Ella immigrated to Australia from Holland to be with her first husband, who cheated on her. She fell in love with the private investigator hired to find evidence of her first husband’s infidelities. After having Billie out of wedlock, Ella told society where to stick their expectations. Also, someone who does not play to societal rules is Shyla, an aboriginal, an informant for Billie and somewhat of a friend.

This is a very enjoyable read. The action never stops as Billie pursues Nazi war profiteers, shady mobsters, and cops on the take. It is a thrilling tale of courage and secrets that will keep readers wanting for more adventures of Billie and company.

Elise Cooper: How did you get the idea for the story?

Tara Moss: I wanted to write a book that created a fresh female detective perspective. I did not want to write one that was either pigeon-holed, or a Femme Fatale.

EC: Were you influenced by Phryne Fisher?

TM: I loved Kerry Greenwood’s books. Phryne is such an iconic character who is also Australian. Unlike most fictional female detectives Billie and Phryne are not sleuths who were amateur detectives. The non-professionals are just busy body women who connected the dots. Unlike them, Phryne stood out for her day in the 1920s, Billie does it in the 1940s, both as professionals.

EC: How would you describe Billie Walker?

TM: A staunch feminist, fast driving, fast talking, and a Nazi hunter. There is a social justice theme but mainly Billie can be fun, playful, feisty, stylish, strong, brave, yet vulnerable. She never loses her sense of justice and can be very determined. Billie is as adept with a pistol as she is on the dance floor, haunted by a tragic past, and unafraid to take on the darkest of foes.

EC: Was Billie’s character influenced by any real-life figures?

TM: Yes. She was inspired by WWII photojournalist Lee Miller. Billie embodies her spirit. There was this period where women were encouraged to enter the war movement, to be more independent, and work in male dominated occupations. Like Lee Miller, Billie is head strong, athletic, and a risk-taker. Another influence was Nancy Wake, who received the top medal for bravery from the French government for being a resistance fighter and a spy. She would be dropped behind enemy lines with her red lipstick and a satin pillow. Then there was the real-life police detective Lillian Armfield, the first female detective in Australia.

EC: There are also references to the Holocaust?

TM: I talked about Ravensbrück where women were subjected to unspeakably inhumane conditions, with the majority unable to survive. I also want to show how the Germans stole valuables from the Jewish people and others, as well as the Nazi activity in Australia after the war. There is a book quote, “He was living on the final pieces of the broken lives of women and children he’d helped to murder.” I do not think I could write about the WWII period and its aftermath without talking about the Holocaust. Billie has a backstory where she had firsthand experience seeing Anti-Semitism in Vienna. This will be an ongoing element throughout the series.

EC: It appears there is a love triangle between Billie, Sam, Hank, and Jack?

TM: I like to create sexual tension. Sam, her assistant, is very attractive and looks like Alan Ladd. He must overcome his disability of losing fingers in the war. His gloved hand shows his vulnerability. Hank is a classic inspector-detective who holds his cards close to his chest. Jack, was her equal, is now her missing husband, and presumed dead. This has Billie questioning her own status. Readers will find out more as the series goes along.

EC: You have people refer to her as “Ms,” but I thought that title came years later?

TM: Yes, it was not taken up more broadly until the 1970s. But I do refer in the book to a New York Times Article when it first appeared. “But every time someone referred to Billie as “Mrs.” it reminded her of the uncertainty of her personal life. It re- minded her of loss and set her on edge. “Miss” wasn’t quite right either, she felt, and she could hardly be called that after all that had happened, including a wartime wedding albeit a makeshift one with no ring and few witnesses. In the end she had requested “Ms.,” the term sitting better. She had seen it mentioned in a New York Times article some years previous and it would later suit her.”

EC: Fashion attire was also detailed in the book?

TM: I think clothing, shoes, and hats say something about a person wearing them. A PI observes, knowing someone with new looking shoes or clothes can probably pay the bill. I am fascinated by the textile connection.

EC: Can you give a shout out about your next book?

TM: There is not a title yet and no publishing date. So far there is a three-book deal for the series. So, the adventures of Billie will continue.

THANK YOU!!

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