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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 7 months

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Space ~ B.A.

A/n: LOVE touching on the way Iris and Barry create their relationship by high key sabotaging every other possibility bc they feel inevitable... great shit.

Request: “Barry x male reader, reader and Barry been having issues so reader goes to stay with Kara for awhile.” By anon

Word Count: 2,000+

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"So... are we going to talk about that?"

Y/n's jaw worked as he mulled over Kara's question. He couldn't expect her not to ask questions after all of that. She was a good friend, she worried. And Y/n didn't want to spend this entire trip running from his feelings. It would only make things worse.

On the other hand he really didn't want to talk about it.

But that may have been him trying to run from his feelings. Like usual. How well did that ever go?

He looked at her, taking in her barely contained curiosity and anxiety. The last time she had run into Barry and his boyfriend the two were newly in love after ages of pining and beating around the bush. They were full of relief at being able to hold hands and use pet names, and got borderline ridiculous if they ever kissed. Kara had joked they were the goal; the base line. Someone would look at her that way someday.

Now the two men were cold and distant, and when they'd gotten Kara the help she needed and Barry went to go back to his own world Y/n had asked to stay? In an entirely different universe where Barry Allen didn't even know who Y/n L/n was. Had never even heard of him. They were complete strangers in this world.

Sighing, Y/n leaned against the desk behind him and Kara tried not to grin as she realized he was about to talk about his feelings. Y/n never did such things no matter how many times she prodded and begged - but this was not a situation that called for smiling or teasing. She listened instead as Y/n began, "Barry and I have been having problems."

Kara raised an eyebrow. She was hesitant to push such a delicate string of luck but it seemed Y/n was about to stop and he really hadn't said much yet. "Problems?"

Once he started he couldn't stop. "First it was the newspaper with Iris' byline. I mean, he's been in love with her for near his entire life and everything was screaming that she would choose him back eventually. Eddie died, Patty and Linda didn't work out for several reasons - mostly because he couldn't open up to them. But that's not-" He closed his eyes, realizing he was going off on a tangent. "The point is," he began again slowly. "Barry and Iris are like, soulmates? Or something? And it started with the newspaper but then there was Earth 2, and the fact that they always know each other everywhere we go - even if vaguely. Like they're drawn to each other. Inevitable. There are worlds where I don't know Barry Allen and he doesn't know me, but they always have each other."

Slowly, Kara asked, "You're jealous of Iris?"

Y/n scoffed. "I'm not just mindlessly jealous. It wouldn't bother me so much if the name on the by line of the newspaper had changed. If it said Iris West instead, or Iris soemthing-else. But it doesn't. It still Iris West-Allen. And I feel like... a filler." His shoulders sagged and his face twisted with agony. "It doesn't help that he started to drop our plans to hang out with her. And I realized that actually he always prioritizes her. Our plans never overlap, like he's desperate not to have to choose, and then they do and he chooses her. And it's fine, she's family, but I thought I was too. I thought we'd at least be equally as important. And then Savitar comes and he goes after Iris - still. Iris and Barry weren't together, but his life falls apart if she dies. Like-" He blinked tears out of his eyes. "Like she's his whole world. Cisco can't save him, or Caitlyn."

"Or you," Kara realized, her face crumbling as it fully settled in.

The man shrugged. "Or me. And I tried bringing it up to him but he refuses to acknowledge it and scrambles to avoid the topic and I feel like he knows he's in love with her but doesn't want to admit it. I feel like I really am filler and he knows it, that his very atoms are waiting for her and it's just this unspoken inevitability. I'm only here for now and that's it and I'm not supposed to address it, I'm not supposed to see it, but I do and that really sets him on edge. Or- something does at least. I don't know! He won't talk to me!"

Immediately Kara pulled Y/n into a hug. Y/n let her, curling into her comforting warmth and knowing he could fully collapse and she would be fine. "Would it help if I helped you work through what other options there are? Discussions are hard to have if you have one out come stuck in your head, and then often turn into arguments that accomplish nothing."

Chuckling, Y/n wiped his face. "You're so smart Kara." And he meant it so genuinely she couldn't even joke that he was full of it. He seemed relieved to be able to talk about it, talk through it. She believed that truly was the case. "Please," he sighed. "Please tell me there are other options than what I think there are."

Kara hummed, tightening the hug for a split second before leaning away so they could meet eye to eye as they spoke. This was a conversation where he needed to know she was being absolutely truthful and genuine. "Well, first of all he could have the exact same fears as you. He could truly and deeply be in love with you and be scared that it'll all be for nothing. Fate and knowing your future - it';s a terrifying thought. Especially when no matter what you do, it never changes."

Y/n nodded. That was a perfectly logical option. "Anything else?"

She was ready for the question. "His life has been really difficult. He's constantly losing people, and being a superhero is extremely hard on a person. It's demanding and draining and leaves no room for even a single mistake. You're gambling with the life of every single person. Their happiness and stability. It's not a reason to treat anyone badly but I could understand if his work life and super hero life being so complicated and dangerous doesn't leave a deep desire for a normal, more straight forward life. Maybe he got it in his head that things with you were supposed to be easy and now... they're not. And he's too burnt out or anxious to address it."

Oh. Very quickly Y/n was calming down. Hearing all the other alternatives were very grounding and loosened the pit of doom in his stomach. "Anything else?"

Nodding, Kara continued. "He may not be taking your emotions seriously and either isn't realizing how your emotions are affecting you, or thinks they're some kind of accusation. He may even not understand that when you bring this up its concerning how you feel about it and not necessarily about him or anything he's doing at all. It's a pile up of things that all point your brain in one direction, and the way that makes you feel may be irrational or very rational, but either way he isn't the person who chooses Iris. And he may be one day, or he may not, but if he thinks you're accusing him of some sort of cheating when he couldn't imagine ever doing something to you?" She shrugged. "Like getting mad at someone for doing something in a dream. And it still means something to you but he isn't clocking that - all he can see is you blaming him for something he didn't do."

Y/n actually had the audacity to smile. "We would argue over me feeling insecure and it making him feel like I hate him. Or doubt him." He rolled his eyes but there was a little fondness there and Kara felt hope surge through her. Not all was lost yet. "We would end up arguing like we are over both of us just being insecure and not communicating it int he way we need to." He sighed, long and laboriously.

Kara just decided to skip to another option. "Or he's being an asshole and he does know it upsets you but he just doesn't want to acknowledge it or take it seriously."

They looked at each other for a second before slipping into soft, breathy laughter. It was weak and quiet but Kara wrote it down as a win. The idea that Barry would be so harsh and cruel truly was laughable. Maybe another Barry, another universe, but not this one.

After a second Y/n deflated again. Not as broken down but definitely exhausted. "What do I do if he won't talk to me? I can't just not know."

"Tell him that." When Y/n seemed doubtful, kara shook her head. "I'm serious. Say it even before you start the conversation. No warning, no chance to shoot you down or change the subject. Lay down the law. If you need this, you need this. It doesn't matter what he's feeling about the situation - you need to talk about this. This is a need for you; a deal breaker. If you break up you break up. He doesn't deserve you if he can't get over himself for an hour to talk to you and give you something you actively need."

Y/n melted in relief, eyes wet. "You're an amazing friend Kara."

The compliment, bursting with appreciation that could not be put into words, made Kara grin. "You deserve a good friend. Come on - we can take a few days before you have to go back."

So they did. A little less a month passed before Y/n went back. neither of them had meant for it to go on quite so long but Y/n's powers that were so often utilized by Barry were perfect for the threat Kara was facing and beating the bad guy was the last step. They had to go through so much before they could do that. It kept them.

When he did go home, there was something different about him. He got to see more and experience more. He realized how much pressure he was putting on Barry and codependent he'd become. he seemed finally completely at peace with whatever happened - whether or not they broke up, he knew he'd make it through - but was also ready and willing to fight for it.

If only Barry would fight too.

In the end Kara had been right. Her very first guess had hit the nail on the head, and it had all come undone the second Y/n set a hard boundary. He needed this and Barry delivered. Their relationship was important enough to the speedster to put aside fear or pride and face it. They had a long talk about the whole situation and how out of control they both felt. How that scared Barry even more because he didn't want such a future. Because he wasn't allowed to be out of control like he was now or people died. Y/n clarified his feelings not being a reflection on Barry as a person and the kind of person or partner he was, and that seemed to help too. They decided at the end of it all that no matter what happened they loved each other and nothing could get in the way of that. That even if Iris and Barry did end up together, it wouldn't be the Barry that was now.

That Barry was Y/n's.

For the first time neither of them felt the need to check to see if Iris' surname had changed on the byline. It was Cisco instead who came crashing into the room, eyes wide with worry. He pulled up the article and pointed out the byline.

Iris West.

No Allen attached.

The article was the same, with a missing Barry, but the byline was different.

Barry and Y/n looked at each other, eyes opened for the first time. It was almost a slap in the face to realize that Iris and Barry ended up together in this world only if they thought they did. That the anxiety of the felt inevitable could destroy all of their relationships, and that the second they decided it didn't - it didn't.It was beautiful in a way. And suddenly they both felt that they could do so much more...

And they did. Together.

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animensfw-smut · 3 years

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Hi! Can I get Bakugo x Midoriya's little Sister

And/or Shoto x Reader, where Endeavor doesn't allow them to be together?

Absolutely! I’m assuming the Bakugo x Midoriya’s little sister is fluff and the shoto x reader one is angst? But I’m gonna make the shoto x reader have a fluffy ending if you don’t mind. If it was meant to be nsfw for both, please feel free to message me again, and I’ll redo it. 😅

I’ve decided to do both of them which means they may be a bit shorter, but i hope you enjoy!

The Shoto x Reader oneshot is further down the post.

WARNINGS: None.

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BAKUGO X MIDORIYA’S LITTLE SISTER! READER

*Third pov*

No matter where he looked, his gaze always rested on her face. The way she smiled brightened up his day, though he refuses to admit it. Why should he feel this way for Deku’s sister? He hated it.

There were many moments (y/n) found Bakugo to be cute. He was such a tsundere that she couldn’t help but smile when he did so many things just for her yet always said it was because she was being annoying.

“BAKUBRO!!! You definitely like (y/n)!!!” Kirishima declared as he hung out in Bakugo’s dorm.

“Shut up. I don’t.” He looked away with an angry expression, but Kirishima knew better. His arm wrapped around Bakugo’s neck, a grin adorning his face,

“Don’t lie to me! I know!!! .... If you don’t make a move soon, Monoma may steal her away...” At this, Bakugo looked to Kirishima,

“What do you mean Monoma will steal her, Shitty hair.” Kirishima wore an all knowing smile,

“Well, I’ve heard from Tetsutetsu that Monoma plans on asking (y/n) out so...”

“WHEN?!”

“He’s planning on confessing to her today.” With that, he was up and out of his seat on the bed, dashing out the door. Kirishima chuckled,

“Knew it.”

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Bakugo ran, searching for (y/n). No way will he let Monoma be with (y/n). He remembered how (y/n) had mentioned to Deku that she will be going to the Class B dorms to hang out with Kendo.

In a panting mess, he arrived at the dorms, seeing (y/n) being confronted by Monoma in the kitchen.

“(Y/N)!” Monoma’s eyes widened when Bakugo grabbed (y/n) by the wrist, exiting the building.

“W-Wait, K-Kacchan...!” Her other hand grasped at his arm and he took a deep breath before sitting down on the steps. He looked at (y/n) and she took the hint, sitting down next to him.

She constantly glanced at him as he stared out at the sun. It was setting, turning the sky into a deep orange. Her eyes focused on the way their hands were intertwined. His hand was warm, but not to the point where she wanted to separate their hands. It was a nice feeling to be held by Bakugo.

“So, did you aceept?” She raised a questioning brow,

“Accept what?”

“You know... With that extra just then.”

“Oh, Monoma? Yeah i accepted, i don’t see why not.” Bakugo grit his teeth, his hair shadwoing his eyes,

“R-Really...” His hands slipped away from hers as he started to walk away.

“Hey, Kacchan.”

His heart skipped a beat when she held him, her arms wrapping around his waist from behind. Her face was buried into the firm muscles of his back, her fingers pressing against his stomach.

“Why are you upset, Kacchan?” He bit his lip as tears started to form in his eyes,

“I... Guess Monoma is a better match with you...”

“What do you mean?”

“He asked you out, didn’t he?” Confused, (y/n) turned Bakugo around, her hands framing his face and wiping the small droplets trailing down his face.

“Nope. He asked me to help him with his quirk...” She gave a smile, rubbing under his eyes to stop the tears,

“Kacchan, you’re so cute.”

“Shut up.”

His lips captured hers in a sweet kiss. A long awaited kiss...

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SHOTO X READER

*Third pov*

“Leave him. You are not worthy of him.”

The words echoed in her thoughts, occupying her mind 24/7. Endeavor had said this to (y/n) during the UA sports festival when he had found out that she was dating Shoto.

Yes, (y/n) truly loved Shoto and would never break up with him, but it still bothered her to think that that was what Endeavor thought of her. The meeting was kept a secret from Shoto as she didn’t want it to be another reason that got in the way of them mending their relationship.

“(y/n).” A soft whisper of her name brought her back to reality. She was currently hanging out with Shoto in his dorm. It was their ‘lazy Saturday’ where they stayed indoors for their date.

His arms were wrapped around her waist as he snuggled against her on his bed.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Oh... Nothing much.” Shoto knew when there was something wrong with (y/n), he could just tell instantly. He knew that there was soemthing off about her by the end of the sports festival, but he didn’t want to bother her with his questioning.

“Did... My father tell you anything?” She gasped at the accuracy. He gave a sigh,

“Sigh... Don’t mind him... And, don’t keep anything from me anymore, okay? I’ll sort this out for you.” He nuzzled his face against her neck, breathing in her scent,

“He doesn’t even know how much you mean to me.” Unconsciously, a smile slowly spread on her face at the reassurance he gave her. Nothing could ever separate her from him.

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“Father.”

Endeavor looked up from where he had been working at his desk.

“What is it you wanted?”

“Leave (y/n) alone. It’s my business, not yours.” Shoto glared down at Endeavor as Endeavor’s eyes bored into his soul.

“It is my business. I need to know who you get into relationships with and if they’re powerful and worthy of you.”

“It’s not your business and never will be. Just... Don’t bother her anymore.” With that, Shoto left his office.

Endeavor looked at his back with wide-eyes. In his fury, Shoto had iced most of the room. Endeavor gave a sigh before using his quirk to restore order to his room.

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“Hey, calm down.” I pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, brushing his fringe away from his face.

“It’s fine, you didn’t have to go to your father’s office... Though i appreciate what you did, Shoto.” I peppered his face with kisses before settling on cuddling with him. He seemed to have calmed down from when he first came into his dorm.

“Mm.” He hummed as he brought me to his chest, kissing the top of my head.

“Ah, i always feel so calm around you...” Shoto muttered, bringing the blanket over both of them.

(y/n) traced over Shoto’s features, her fingers grazing over the scar as Shoto relaxed in her touch. Leaning up, (y/n) pressed a kiss to his left eye.

“(y-y/n), s-stop doing that...!” He covered his scar with his hand as a blush rose to his cheeks.

“Mm, why should i? You’re pretty, Shoto.” He gave out a few incoherent murmurs before pressing (y/n) against his chest again,

“Just sleep...” (y/n) hummed, obliging and snuggling up to him again.

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A/N

AHHHHH, I hope this one was good enough!!! I’m not really that good at writing fluffs and all that, so i hope you all enjoyed it!!!

The next request is: Dom! Gamer! Shigaraki Tomura x Fem! Reader.

#bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo #bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #mha #mha x reader #my hero academia #anime smut #shoto todoroki #todoroki shouto #shouto todoroki #todoroki shoto #todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #shouto x reader

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lunaekalenda · 3 years

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Hi! Can I request a Jean x Reader fic where reader is Marco's beloved little sister and basically follows the "Im in love with my brother's best friend" trope? And Reader doesn't do anything about it because she thinks Jean only sees her as a little sister (bc that's what he always says) but Jean is madly in love with her too? And hw never says anything until she does something really reckless. (Any Au is okay :) )

omg yes yes!! of course! i hope you like it! 💖 sorry for the waiting, anon!

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❁ jean x reader!

❁ modern au!

❁ all are college students (age +18), mention of alcohol, food.

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"Y/N, I'm leaving!" Marco was at the door, putting on his shoes. You nod while you look at your big brother, a smile on his mouth when he sees your eyes from behind the kitchen's door, eating some doritos. "Oh, Jean is coming for dinner." You almost choke. You cough and Marco looks at you. "Y/n?"

"The dorito was spicy, sorry." Jean Kirstein is coming to have dinner at your home. Jean is Marco's best friend since the two of them wore diapers. Marco laughs.

“I told you they were spicy. Well, I'll go now, I’m late! Don’t worry about dinner, I’ll cook once we arrive home!”

You don’t like cooking, but you like even less to be alone with Jean while Marco is occupied. Marco never wants you or him to help, which means you’ll be alone with Jean when he cooks. You remembered your room was a mess and your makeup is in the main bathroom. You run to go and order things a bit, just in case Jean needs to use the bathroom and sees all your makeup around. You also entered your room and got changed, using a pretty outfit based in pastel pink clothes.

Jean is just a couple years older than you, but he thinks about you as his little sister, or so does he say. After all, he and Marco are like brothers, so that makes you her "fake lil-sis." You're tired of that sentence. Of that "How's my sis today?". You want him to look at you like a girl, someone to fall in love with. Not someone to apply a fake blood rule. Marco trains football until 8 p.m, so you have exactly an hour to get all clean. Even when you and Marco are really tidy people, it’s impossible to keep all the things in their places. You’re sitting on your bed, moving your legs with nervousness, when you hear the boys entering home.

“We’re back!” Marco yells. You prepare yourself for acting as nothing happens while you go down stairs. Your brother is taking out his shoes and giving his friend house slippers.

“Hi, welcome.” Your voice comes out more shy than you’ve expected. Jean looks up, his hazel eyes looking directly at yours. You feel your legs weak when he smiles.

“Hi, y/n!” he says. For your luck, you hear another voice.

“Is y/n here?” Connie’s voice is listened behind Marco.

“She lives here, idiot.” Jean comes in and you look how his tall body is now positioned near yours. Connie smiles and runs toward you, his arm around your shoulders.

“Jean, sometimes people go and spend nights out with friends, specially if you’re coming.” The boy clicks his tongue. “Long time no see, bestie.” You laugh. It’s true that Connie is one of your best friends, he’s in your math group, and his outgoing personality made him became one of your best friends really quick, and also Marco’s.

"You're having dinner here?" Connie shakes his head.

"Nah. Today I cook on the shared flat, I don't want to leave Sasha without dinner or she'll eat my chocolate reserves. I just came to steal a couple beers to Marco." Marco points the fridge with his index. Connie laughs. "Bro, I know where your fridge is, but thanks anyway."

They have a trust in each other that you envy, is so natural for them to visit the others' houses, and they're comfortable with it. As you're comfortable with them hanging around your house, seeing Marco so happy. Jean crosses his arms, his arm touching yours for a second. Your braincells disconnect from your body and you enter in a kinda of Jean repetitive thoughts. Connie sits on your sofa, opening a beer.

"Well, I'll go and make some pasta. You guys can play there." Connie takes the remotes, giving one to Jean and another to you.

"Marco, you should play with them." you say. "I'll cook."

"Don't worry! I beat their asses every day, now it's your turn to do the same." he says, entering the kitchen. You sigh, taking the remote. They put a shooter. You sit in the middle of your sofa, giving space to Jean to sit near Connie.

"Fuck, I'm so bad at this..." You say. Even knowing is a cooperative game against zombies, you're always the first one to die. Jean laughs quietly, before sitting next to you. His leg collides with yours in a jokingly way.

"I'll protect you." he says. You know he's talking about the game, but you can't help and start daydreaming about him and you, how his long fingers will take your hand and pull you to his chest, whispering those words on...

"Oi, Jean, you're not that good to protect her! Zombies will kill you two unless I protect you both!"

"Connie you suck at this game." Jean defends himself.

"I'm sure Y/N prefers me to protect her. Or do you prefer Jean?"

He's dead man. He knows perfectly what do you feel. He knows you like Jean a lot, and he has been trying to make you confess. Jean looks at you, his sweet gaze fixed on your eyes. Yo look down.

"I think I can handle it by myself." Connie laughs and Jean roasts him. The game starts. You watch how Jean's fingers change quickly between all the buttons: pressing, touching, moving. You look again to the TV, blushed. You shouldn't be thinking this things. Concentrate in the game, Y/N. Concentrate. The game goes strangly well, the three of you comunicate your plans easily to the others, and it all goes well. Jean rests his back against the sofa, making his t-shirt go out a bit and his sport shorts tighten around his worked body. You can't take your eyes out. You blush again and you feel how your remote vibrates, indicating you're being eat by a zombie. Connie sighs and Jean looks at the screen.

"Fuck, Y/N, sorry." he says. You clear your throat and shake your head.

"I was distracted, sorry." Connie smiles.

"What distracted you, bestie?" he asks. You're going to kill him. You don't answer, getting up and asking what do they want to drink. Jean asks for a glass of water and Connie asks if you could bring something to eat, even when he has to leave in ten minutes. You give Jean his glass and Connie some chips.

"Thank you, bestie." he says. You look at him, faking a smile.

"Eat and be silent for a while, bestie." he nods and eats. Even knowing you're joking, he doesn't say anything for a bit. He's concentrated in the game, as Jean is. You go to the kitchen and ask Marco if he needs soemthing. He shakes his head, preparing the sauce for the spaghetti.

"Weren't you playing?" he asks. You nod.

"Yep. I died." he smiles. Marco's smile is the most bright and beautiful smile you ever seen. You wanted to have a smile like his, but you only have his same eyes and freckles. He looks at you.

"Go, go. Don't leave my guests alone!" you nod and went back again to the living room. The game is finished, with Connie and Jean's stadistics in the screen.

"Look, bunny!" he says "I was the better one to protect you!". It's true that Jean's stadistics are better than Connie's.

"Oi, Kirstein, you're just a bit better... It was luck." he says. He looks the hour on his glass and gets up. "Well, I'll go home now. It was a pleasure." he says. You accompany him to the door. "I wish you luck, bestie. I'm sure you need it." You punch playfully Connie's shoulder before hugging him. "And, mark my words: He's just waiting." Then, he leaves, without giving you the opportunity to ask what the heck he meant by that. You head back to the living room, where Jean is sitting on the sofa. His sweater is on a near chair. It's so big and looks so comfortable...

"Do you want to play more?" you ask. Jean looks at you while you sit, giving him space. He smiles.

"Why not! Do you want me to teach you how to play this one?" he takes a open world game. You know he's really good at them. Marco, Jean and Eren usually play online every saturday, and they want you to join their team, but you haven't played that much. You nod. "Okay, let me..." He moves near to you. He takes the controller and gives one to you, keeping him the other. He enters the game. "Well, choose a character, bunny."

He has been calling you bunny since he discovered how much you like bunnies. They're so fluffy and beautiful, you like them. You have one, called "Wink", because he has a genetic problem that makes him wink one of his beautiful eyes. He was about to be sacrificed because of that, but you saved him in the last moment. He's now a happy bunny with a curious talent. You doesn't dislike the pet name Jean gave you years ago, but it makes him sound like he's calling you a really affectionate nickname.

You go back to reality and choose a cute little girl using a big hat. He chooses a near character and clicks play. "Okay. This is the main city, so now you have to climb here to unlock the map..." he explains you for a while, and you follow his character. Sometimes, when he moves his leg, his knee collides with yours. Now, you're totally stuck in a level.

"Jean, how do I...?" he looks at your character, stuck between two walls.

"Can I?" he puts his hands near your controller and, when you're about to give it to him, he puts his big hands on top of yours, covering them. His fingers pressed lightly against yours. You look at him, but he has his eyes fixed on the screen, as he moves your fingers with his. “You have to move like this, silly...” he says. But you can’t concentrate in anything more than his scent near you, the warmth his body irradiates and his fingers pressing yours sweetly. You feel how your heart speeds up it's beat.

"Y/N!" Marco yells. "Can you take the garbage to the container, please?" he asks. You yell yes in response, getting away from Jean's body. You get up fast. He does the same, suddenly kinda uncomfortable.

"I'll accompany you, bunny." he says. You nod, taking the garbage bag. Jean follows you silently. The container is not far from your house, just a couple crosswalks. You take the bag and start walking. It's dark now, and the street is really quiet. Just your steps and Jean's can be heard. He follows you keeping a distance, his long legs making short steps. "The night is beautiful today." he says. You nod in response. You look at both sides before crossing the street.

"Maybe a little bit cold." you say. He quickens the pace to be near to you. The sweater he took from the chair is around his waist, so he takes it and puts it on your shoulders.

"Use it. I'll take the bag." he says. You murmur a little "thanks" while putting his sweater on. It smells like him. You try to take the bag from his hands back, but he moves. "Jean, give me back the trash." He smiles playfully.

"Take it from me, bunny." he jokes. His long arms move the bag, avoiding you to take it. He's playing near the road, so if you go around him and surprise him from the road, you can take it. That's why you go down to the road, without looking and without noticing a car that is coming fast towards you. The car lights were really low, and that didn't make you realize it was coming. But now, now that Jean yelled your name and the car beeped, you realize you're about to be hitted by it.

You can't move, your body is totally paralyzed. You knew the car was trying to stop, but the high velocity it got is impossible to stop. You thought you'll feel a hard hit, but you felt a soft thing around you.

Jean's body is around yours when you find you two on the street. It takes you a couple seconds to realize what happened.

"Jean, Jean, Jean." you move him. Got he hit by the car? Did he put his body between yours and the car? He looks at you, his eyes searching your gaze.

"Are you okay?" he asks. You nod while he gets up, helping you to fo the same.

"And you? Did it hit you?" He shakes his head.

"I just pulled you against me, that's why we were on the floor." He explains. "None of us got hit. But you have to be more careful, what could have happened to you if I wasn't here? You coul... Y/N?" he asks. Tears are running down your tears. He takes you in a hug, his big and warm body protecting yours.

"Sorry." You say. You feel how he caresses you hair.

"You scared me. I thought the car was going to hit you. Be more careful." You nod. You try to make a joke, to make things more comfortable.

"You're really a good fake brother."

"That's what you think of me?" he asks. Isn't that what he wants you to think? Isn't he the one calling you sis? His hands explore a bit your body, with long caresses from your neck to your low back. His long fingers running slow on your skin.

"That's what you think of me" you answer. He clicks his tongue.

"You never showed any interest in me. I gave up and treated you like a sister. That's what you wanted, no?" You wanted to look at him, but he doesn't let you, pressing your head soflty against his chest.

"I was in love with you, Jean. But you came home and tell my brother how good Mikasa looked and «How are you, little sister?». What I was supossed to do? Compete with an older girl? Make you realize I'm not your little sister?"

He doesn't say nothing for a while. He breathes deeply, before talking.

"Sorry, I was nervous. I thought the car was going to hit you. I thought I was about to see you getting hit." he says. His breath is a little bit irregular now. Taking some valor, you leave a kiss on his chest, where is heart is ubicated. He sighs. "I also liked you. But it didn't feel good, you were my bestie's little sister. I didn't want to ruin my friendship or worse, your relation with your brother. I thought it was better for me to stay away. That's why I treated you like that. I was trying to convince myself. It didn't work." he lets out a little laugh.

"I felt like you were serious about it. That's why I never said anything. But I do like you, Kirstein."

"You're a lucky girl." he says. He keeps your head buried on his chest. "Because I also like you, Bott." he says. He leaves a soft kiss on your hair and, shyly, accompanies you to throw the garbage. There's silence. Once you're walking back, in the same silence, he breaks it. "Should we date, then?" he asks. "We're both adults and we like each other, doesn't it work like that?" he asks. You nod.

"But, Marco?" he says then. Oh, you forgot about him. Marco, your brother, his best friend.

"Oh, true..."

"Well, Marco is home and we aren't." he says. "He isn't going to miss us a couple minutes, right?" his voice getting low as his lips got closer to yours. "You don't know how many times I wanted to kiss those lips or caress this body." he murmurs. You tangle your hands around his neck.

"Why you didn't, then?" you ask. He lets out a little laugh.

"Now I have all the time of the world to kiss you." you feel his soft lips against yours. His hands around your waist and yours tangled on his hair. It feels so good.

"I hope so."

m e a n w h i le

"do you think he confessed?" Connie asks. Marco keeps taking out plates while talking to Connie on the phone.

"They have been out for twenty minutes. I'm a 99% sure he did, and he's corrupting my little sister behind a house." he says.

"He doesn't want to break your sister's relation with you." Connie says. Marco sighs.

"My sister is in love with him. If both like each other, it's none lf my business."

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pairings: Sub! Kaminari Denki x Dom! FemReader

warnings: characters in this story are 18+, crackfic if you squint, sharing of risqué pictures, phone sex, mutual masturbation, porn with a plot basically dom yn, sub denki

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You stretched your arms behind your back. After a long day of paperwork, you were tired. You bent your fingers one by one until they released that satisfying ‘pop’ sound. Relaxing yourself in your chair you reach for your phone. You go through your social media, text a few friends and then your eyes fall onto boyfriend’s contacts.

Kaminari Denki or better know as Chargebolt. The aspiring Pro-Hero who graduated from U.A and now the 23 year old was on his journey to becoming a memorable hero. But right now, he was on his bed resting. The blonde had been hit by an energy draining quirk which made it impossible to do athletic tasks. He was advised to rest and that’s what he had been doing for the past three days.

Dankie

You[23:31]:

You[23:31]: hOWS my FAV BOI DOINGGG ???????????????

Dankie[23:31]: >:(

Dankie[23:31]: traitor ass biTCH

You[23:32]: DENKI LMFAO I SAID I WAS SORRY SILHAKD

Dankie[23:32]: u didnt come visit me today:'''(

You[23:32]: yeah,sorry about that:(((if u werent so fucking clumsy i wouldnt be stuck doing extra hours of EXTRA paperwork>:(

Dankie[23:32]: gO GET THAT BAG Y/NNIE BBIE

Dankie[23:32]: n e ways

Dankie[23:32]: ei missed juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Dankie[23:32]:

You[23:32]: didnt kiri visit tho

Dankie[23:33]: he did but :( ur better

You[23:33]: dfjhskjfd ik i am

Dankie[23:33]: playing uno with him isnt that fun cuz that bitch ALWAYS wins , u lose all the time lmfao i leik winning against u

You[23:33]:

You[23:33]: hows your injury tho bb<3

Dankie[23:33]: idk im gonna go to work like day after tommorrow

Dankie[23:34]: n e ways

Dankie[23:34]: how was your day, beautiful

You[23:34]: terrible, old hag keeps piling me up with work.i dont get paid enough to deal with her shit

You[23:34]: i stg gonna murder her one day.

Dankie[23:34]: awwww my poor ynnie here have a picture of your beautiful boyfriend to light up ur day:)

You[23:35]: its 11 in the night denki

Dankie[23:35]: just let me have this one thing please,

Dankie[23:35]: I HAVE A PICTUER SOMEWHERE IN MY GALLERY WAIT lOOK

Dankie[23:35]: admit it,u ken not resist ur beautiful boyfriend

You were about to text out a sarcastic reply, your fingers hovering over the send key when you noticed Denki had sent a disappearing photo.

Dankie[23:35]: [image8166.jpeg]

You press your thumb over the button to view it in full size,

probably one of his dumbass selfies again

you thought to yourself.

“The fuck!?” you almost scream, eyes blown wide at the sight.

Before you knew it you were confronted by the sight of a dick, his hand wrapped around it resting against his abdomen, spurts of cum decorating the head of his cock and onto his flushed body.

It looked so inviting, so hard and sexy waiting to be played with. It turned you on.

You gulped as you took it all in.

In all honesty the sight made your mouth water, your tongue reaching out to wet you lips as your breathing quickened, your core heating with arousal. Your thoughts running wildly as you inspect the picture, fingers trembling ever so slightly as you work your fingers to quickly take a screenshot of the picture

Dankie[23:35]: u still there yn?

Dankie[23:35]: o shit.yn im so SORRY

Dankie[23:36]:SHIT SHIT IM SO SORRY YN I DIDNT MEAN TO MY FINGER SLIPPED FUCKFUCK IM SO SORRY I UNDERSTAND IF YOUR UNCOMFORTABLE

Oh Fuck!

Sucking his lips into his mouth, fear took over his senses as he realized that you were about to receive his nude out of nowhere.

nonononononono nO! This couldn't be happening. No!'

Denki quickly pressed the power off button at least eight times, hoping that would change something, but he knew very well it wouldn't. His entire face flamed with embarrassment.

He opened the chat again just to check if it actually sent. Maybe he still had the chance to delete it. He was met with disappointment, the air surrounding him growing heavier, your prolonged silence was making him freak out even more DAMMIT DENKI !!

Dankie[23:36]: Y/N please say soemthing please,

The dreaded 'typing' box appeared on the bottom of the screen, he mentally prepared himself for rejection. Maybe if you ask about it, he could just pretend he didn’t know what you were talking about. Fuck, how did he manage to fuck up this bad?Just then, the sound of his notification stirred him from his thoughts, indicating a reply from you. He reached for the phone,

You[23:37]: that’s a pretty dick, denki

You[23:37]: mommy would love to play with it.

OH My God. Denki internally screamed. He did not know what he was expecting. Granted you both had started going out just recently, a slip up like that was bound to set you off. He expected you being reluctant about the situation and brushing it of.

He thought of what he should reply and stared texting. His fingers smashed against the keyboard as butterflies danced in his stomach. He could feel himself get hard.

Dankie[23:37]: you’re making me horny, mommy

You[23:37]: fuck, you’re such a naughty boy

You[23:37]: tell me how badly you want me.

Dankie[23:38]: please, my dick is so hard for you right now. I can’t think straight.

Denki’s heart beat quickens whilst he wait for you to reply. His hand slips down his sweats as he starts palming his cock through the cotton of his sweats.

You[23:38]: you like it when mommy talks to you like this, don’t you babyboy?

Dankie[23:38]: yes i do. please don’t stop

You[23:38]: you think you can send these pictures and not face consequences?

You[23:38]: is this turning you on?

Dankie[23:38]: yes. goddamn.

It was a moment before he responded and when he did, he sent an image. Upon opening it, your throat dries out. You see the outline of his erection through his boxers you gulp again as your eyes feast on the main focus of the picture. It made your pussy throb. You couldn’t stop staring, not even when another loud 'ping' sounded through the room.

Dankie[23:39]: Oh God, please fuck me.

You[23:39]: are you teasing me?

Dankie[23:39]: ...what if I am?

Dankie[23:39]: y/n i want you so bad. are you alone right now?

You[23:39]: yes i am.

You[23:39]: such a little slut, aren’t you?

Dankie[23:39]: yes, only for you

Dankie[23:40]: God, you're good at this.

His fingers were pressing the ‘call’ button before he processed his move, thick arousal mixed with frustration clouded his thoughts. His hand palming himself through his boxers and his leg bouncing up and down in anticipation as his phone rang for you.

Your phone lit up with an incoming call.

“Hey, babyboy,” you spoke as soon as he picked up, teasing him. Your voice sultry and low making Denki gulp. The dirty talk was really getting him going.

“Just hearing my voice has gotten you so bothered, huh?” you smirk, feeling your nipples hardening and poking through the fabric of your work shirt

“I'm so lonely and needy right now-” He shyly admitted, “I need you so bad.” finding himself blush bashfully for you. Flattered and embarrassed at his blunt confession, but still desperate for you. He could hear your breathing on the other side of the phone, it was quick, excited. You heard him take in a deep breath; you could almost see the pink painting his cheeks.

“You’ve been a naughty boy, sending me pictures like that. Tell me when did you take it? Who were you thinking of when you touched yourself?” you rasp into the phone making him gasp.

God, this was like a dream

“It was for you! Everything, You!” He sounded desperate, clinging to release as his member throbbed harder. Biting down on his lower lip, inching to hear your commanding voice over the static.

“Is that so? Well, I am flattered.” Denki smiled to himself hearing the praise. “But, do you seriously think you should be allowed to cum? After all, you touched yourself like a shameless whore. Not to mention, without my permission?”

Denki’s smile fell as he started mumbling apologizes into the phone. He promised he’d never do anything like that ever again. Please, just let him cum.

“You heard me,” You taunted, “Bad boys don’t deserve mommy’s help.” you say, your voice faking disinterest. “Please.” he begged pathetically. Trying to convince you to help him out.

“Please help me cum.”

“Really?” You scoff, a teasing smirk appearing on your lips. “You seem to be doing just fine on your own.” apologies come rushing over the phone, “No, no, please! I’ll be good. I’ll be a good boy! I’ll do anything!” he pants, biting the corner of his lip as his hand hovered over his erect shaft. “P-Please, Mommy!’’

You bit back a whine as you clench your thighs together “Okay,” you start, voice as smooth as silk. “Why don’t you reach down and touch yourself for me? Make yourself feel good,”

Denki relishes as hearing your command. He quickly puts the caller on speaker and places it on the stool next to his bed. His fingers pull his sweats down to his thigh, his boxers soon following. His hard cock rest against his stomach, the tip flushed and angry; pre-cum leaking from the slit. His right hand firmly grasp it while his left reaches for his phone.

He moans your name as he pumps his cock using the pre-cum as lube, he hisses and groans lost in utopia until he hears your voice again. “You don’t get to cum until I tell you to.” you smirk at him failing to stifle his whimpers, clenching his eyes shut as he took a deep, steadying breath before he responding. “Okay, Mommy.” he blushes, submitting himself to you.

Taking the base of his length into his hand, putting the phone closer to his mouth so you could hear his heavy breathing as he traced a finger along the vein decorating his shaft, he moans softly feeling sparks of pleasure erupting throughout his body. Moving his thumb to his drenched tip, vigorously rubbing himself the way you had instructed him to — the action making him crazy, Denki didn't even try to hold back the moans erupting from his mouth as he fucked his hand, wishing it was you.

“You sound so good jerking off to Mommy’s voice.”

“Feels good, huh, babyboy?” you ask. He hums nodding his head. “Feels so damn good.” His hand leaves his dick, coming up to his mouth and spitting on it. Using spit as lube as he began to rub himself, hips bucking against his hand; whimpering your name as his back arches up slightly, the pre-cum and spit making it easier to move his hand quicker moaning and hearing you doing the same. He could hear your breathing get heavier,the anticipation of you masturbating too made his even harder if that were possible.

“There’s a good little slut.” you say with a normal, leveled voice while he struggled on the other side of the phone. You listen to him jerk off, pumping his shaft and moaning out your name. Hearing him pump his cock up and down, you pictured his sitting on his bed, flushed face hand stroking his cock cum oozing out of his slit. Maybe you’ll ask him to lick it up later.

“Are you wet, Mommy?” His voice is soft followed by heavy breathing. “So wet. You have no idea.” your raspy voice filled the empty room.

“I want to taste your pussy, Y/N.” he moaned into the phone. You slip your hand down over your clothed cunt, rubbing against your swollen clit. “Is that so, Denki? Wouldn't you like that? Me sitting on your face? You can eat all you want.”

“God, your pussy sounds so good.” Denki moaned as you adjust the phone closer. “Oh fuck, Denki!" you moan as you sunk down onto your fingers. The scent of sweat and lust lingered through his nose, he scrunched his eyes shut and his head pressed back into his pillow. His mouth was gape open, breathing heavily as he moaned loudly into the phone. “Shit. Mommy." he cursed.

“Mommy, I need your pussy.” you hear him beg, “W-wanna feel it a-around me. Milking my cock s-so good, wanna f-fuck you until you scream,” he speaks between choked moans. You wonder how he’s gotten so bold. “I would fuck your tight pussy so good.” you don’t doubt him at all.

Your fingers rub against your velvety walls, your hips bucking into your hand as you rolled your clit swiftly between your nimble fingers. “I’m gonna fuck you so good once i get my hands on you, babyboy.”

Speeding up his pace, imaging your face Denki let out a growl. Imagining you hovering over his pinned body as you whispered the most dirty words into his ear while pleasuring him. “F-fuck, Y/N.” he whispered, dropping his head back against the pillows as his eyes squeezed shut, his back arching wildly. There was no way he was going to last much longer.

The familiar feeling soon washed over you, your pussy pulsing and clenching around nothing with each delicious rub of your fingers against your clit. Your heart beat fast, your body tingling from the sensation it gave you. Your nether regions throbbing in pleasure. You almost fell, your legs quivering going limp

His stomach was clenching and he knew he was going to cum any second now “Please keep talking. Just a little more, please,” he begged breathlessly, continuing his thrusts for just a little while longer to get over the edge and you did just that.

“I- I’m so close mommy. Can I c-cum?” He bits his lower lip, trying to control his breathing. “Since you've been such a good boy. You can cum, baby.” you said breathlessly.

“Thank you so much, Mommy.”

“I want to hear you while you cum, baby. I want you to feel good, I want to feel good with you.” you choke out.

You wait patiently for his response but it doesn't come. After seconds of silence, you pulls your device away from your ear only to be greeted by the dark screen.

“Oh. He hung up?” you murmur out loud, a bit sad but you decide on not to dwell on it as you slip the phone back into your pocket, figuring his battery might have given up on him. After minutes you hear you phone start buzzing.

Dankie[01:20]: Baby NO. I’M SO SORRY MY PHONE DIED

Dankie[01:20]: Y/N PLEASE SOME BACK I DIDN’T MEAN TOOO

Dankie[01:20]: Y/N PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE COME BAC

You[01:21]: im here!

Dankie[01:21]: i m so sorry my phone died

You[01:22]: did you cum?

Denki feels his cheeks heat up again.

Dankie[01:23]:

A few moments later. A video clip appeared in the chat, you opened it much too quickly.

In the video, Denki had his hand wrapped around his shaft while his other hand was palming over his balls. He pumped himself, “I’m gonna come for you, Mommy.” It appeared he had situated the phone so his entire body was captured by the camera. Your eyes traveled down to his toned body, drinking the sight in. Moan escaped his parted lips, opening his eyes and staring at the camera with playful eyes. His jaw hangs open as he finally releases all he had over his stomach, chanting a string of your name and curses.

“Fuck, I really wish you were here now.” You heard him hiss “Really wish this was your mouth instead of my hand.” he whispered, his agile fingers move swiftly as he collected the white substance and then moving his hand upto his lips. Parting his lips swirling his tongue around his digits, sucking off the creamy substance and moaning louder for you. His eyes darkened with lust and hunger as he swallowed down every last drop, moaning at the taste of his warm cum causing your breath to hitch as much as he let out a series of seductive,soft pants.

“Why don't you come here and ride my cock?”

Your walls tighten around nothing and you immediately got up, your chest heaving as you attempted to catch your breath.

You[01:43]:im coming over. gonna make sure you end up in the hospital for weeks after i'm done with you kaminari denki.

Dankie[01:44]: osiht (｡+･｀ω･´ )

Dankie[01:45]:

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lonely heart - kevaaron au pt 4

oh look it‘s me, coming out of my dark hole to make you suffer with a super sad chapter with a nasty cliffhanger:) so get your tissues ready and enjoy!! okay first of all sorry that i didn‘t update this in a g e s and that it‘s rather short and for the cliffhanger, but i‘ll try to update it more regularly now:)

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trigger warnings: drug abuse, mention of suicide, mention of mental health issues, very sad aaron, mention of blood

“You were too good for me”, Aaron whispered into the void. “You were way too fucking good for me. You made me a better man. And I fucked up”

Aaron got up as he felt the tears burning in his eyes. He knew he wouldn‘t be able to sleep alone tonight. Like every single goddamn night since he left Kevin. Like every single goddamn night since he made the biggest mistake of his life.

„Taylor?“, the blonde haired boy murmered, „You up?“

„Babe, you know I‘m up. My girlfriend lives three states away, we talk every single day at the same time as you call your man. Not that I would be able to sleep when you call him, cause a) i love Day and b) you‘re always sad and high and end up in my room anygays, so did he take the phone darling?“

Taylor was Aaron‘s roommate and the closest thing he had to a best friend. She had been there for him every single day, cuddled him, held him while he cried and dried his tears afterwards. And Aaron did the same when she misssed her girlfriend too much.

„You do realize he is not my man anymore, I fucked that up. Big time. He did actually take the phone just to tell me to fuck off and stop calling“

„You could always go over there and say it in his pretty face. Didn’t say you can’t come over did he?Pro point: Might lead to making out“, Taylor said while taking him in her arms. „Plus another pro point: you‘d get sober again. And you‘re less moody. No offense but a Kevin-less Aaron is hardly managable, like you‘re either a whiny little bitch or you‘ll give me the death glare of the cenutry. Legit worse than Andrew‘s and I called him a cute little baby boo once when I was drunk and he almost stabbed me right there with a look on his face like I just murdered Neil in front of him“

„Tay, I take that as a compliment. And we both know Kevin’s a bit of a dumbass so he did not exactly tell me Not To Come over just stopp calling. Anyways I don‘t even know where he lives. And stop talking about me getting high, you do the same shit“

„Yeah but I know my limits and I have not the same history as you. And for the i DoN‘t EvEn KnOwS wHeRe He LiVeS, phone number. Now“

„O- okay“, Aaron said and told her Kevin‘s phone number while Taylor calmingly stroked his back.

„Neat, got him“, Taylor said after a while. „He‘s with the scary big dude and his adorable little boyfriend I think? I have their address right here, I think we‘re gonna visit them tomorrow cause it‘s like 4 am right now and we don‘t wanna rob him his beauty sleep plus we don‘t want to wake the scary big dude. And I‘m pretty sure the adorable small golden retriver boy could and would stab us“

„Did you just stalk my ex and located his phone at 4 am like fucking Garcias in Criminal Minds?“, Aaron said confused.

„Anything for you big guy. And as I said I miss Day‘s pretty face, preferably in your pretty face so you shut the fuck up about how stressed and depressed and lonely you are.“, Taylor chuckled as Aaron looked at her shocked.

„Well I miss Casey, preferable in your face so YOU shut up“, Aaron was never as good in witty remarks as his brother. Especially high Aaron.

„Babe I think it‘s time for you to go to bed, you‘re not fun when you‘re sad, high and tired. Come here, let me cuddle you, while you whiney little bitch sleep“

Aaron slowly went over to Taylor and into her loving arms, laying down, trying to fall asleep.

After a long while aaron drifted into sleep, just to be greeted by familiar smaragd eyes. In his dream Kevin and he never broke up. Kevin was on top of him, his hands gently discovered Aaron‘s body, touching him as if he was sacred, something to worship. Kevin‘s lips were at Aaron‘s ear whispering sweet nothingness. Aaron‘s hips moved against Kevin‘s loving touch. „Stress release“ Kevin called these holy moments in dawn. „Highlight of my day“ Aaron called them.

The dream was as beautiful as it was cruel. It was as if his body, his mind were as much refusing as able to believe that Kevin was gone. It was his own fault, Aaron knew it. But the ever present voice of his mother, disapproving and disgusting, in his head was just too much for him to handle. He thought - foolish as Aaron was - that the pain of living without Kevin would be better, less cruel, less painful. But he never knew real love and therefore never experienced its lost. Until that faitful day. Until Kevin took his bags and left.

Aaron was used to pain. The hot one after an extraordinarily vicious hit. The cold one when his mother died. The numbing one when the hunger was growing more and more unbareable. But nothing was even slightly as hard to handle as the loss of Kevin in his life.

Kevin was the first good thing Aaron had. He gave him a will to stay, to try, to give this stupid sport everything he got. And Exy turned into more mundane things like getting his eating routine under control or getting a more or less acceptable sleeping schedule. The dark days were still there, for both of them, and they would probably never leave them completely alone, but they got less. And when they did happen they would hold each other together.

Ever since he fucked up things with Kevin, Aaron had more and more dark days. The voice of his mother telling him he‘s a failure, the bored stare of his brother and Aaron convincing himself Andrew wouldn‘t even bet an eye if he died, the voice telling him the world would be a better place without him growing louder and lourder every passing day.

Logically he could say that the death of a single person wouldn‘t change much for the over all world population, expect maybe it‘s some kind of insane mademan dicator or someone important, but still. It made sense. All he did after all was fucking up, being a failure, never good enough, never perfect.

His lonely heart only screamed Kevin‘s name and he knew if Kevin didn‘t take him back, his life wouldn‘t make much sense anymore. Well he would definetly not tell Kevin that. He would not manipulate Kevin into loving him, because that wouldn‘t be much better than not having him at all.

Aaron woke up the next day around noon. He didn‘t really feel like getting up, like getting up was simply too much. But Aaron knew he had to. He didn‘t want to worry Taylor more than he already did. And it would end today. One way or the other.

So he got up, put on the first pair of black jeans he could find and the first sweater his hands could find. Ironically it was one of the sweaters Kevin gave him, on the third of december last year. It was one of Aaron‘s favourites as well.

„Ready for the big Day, small guy?“, Taylor said winking at him.

„Not really? What the fuck am I supposed to do there anyways?“, Aaron replied on his way to the coffee maker.

„Talk to him? Deliver one of those borderline cringe big speeches. Get im flowers. Break into his bedroom and say ‚Draw me like one of your french girls‘, naked of course“, Taylor laughed at the face Aaron made, listening to her suggestions.

„I think I like the big speech. I mean I‘m shit with words, but I‘m sure you want to help your boy getting ‚his man‘ back, right? Also what kind of flowers would you give someone you dumped cause the voice of your dead mother told you it was wrong and disgusting, which you never told him for obvious reasons?“

„Honey, you‘re so fucked up sometimes, I love you but you should go to a therapist or something. Also I‘d say sunflowers or roses? I don‘t speak flowers man, I‘m the tech nerd. Not the romantic one, the nerd. But we‘re gonna make a snazzy speech and you‘re gonna get your man back“

After their typical breakfast - if Aaron didn‘t forget to eat again - they sat down together on the living room floor, paper and pen ready, trying to write the world changing speech.

„Why is this so fucking hard? Why can I only tell him how much I love and miss him when I‘m high off my ass“, Aaron complained.

„What about you don‘t think about him that much. Just tell me what you love about him and then we write that down?“, Taylor suggested.

Aaron took a deep breathe and closed his eyes. „I loved him because he was the first one who saw me. Aaron Minyard. And not just the other Minyard, the lesser twin, the shadow of Andrew. He looked at me and somehow chose me. Even if he could have had everyone else. He chose me, even though I‘m not special. Kevin chose the failure when he could have had the first prize. He looked at me and saw something worth loving, worth keeping around. Hardly anyone could tell Andrew and me apart. But it took him less than a day to do so. Kevin is strong, so so strong and somehow chose the most fragile thing he could find, took it and made it worth soemthing. Kevin made me feel something. Not numbness. Not pain. Something warm and beautiful and living. He gave me a reason to stay alive. Kevin made my life bearable, he made my life beautiful. We were both broken and we would probably still be broken if we were together but we softened each other‘s edges. Kevin believed in me when no one else would. He knew how I felt, knew what I needed and when I needed it. Kev gave me love and safety and I kicked it with my feet. This man is like a god who fell for whatever reasons for a homeless man. And I know I don‘t deserve him but I also know I cannot live without him. And I know that I must tell him that before it‘s too late. If it‘s not too late already“

Taylor wipped a tear out of her eyes. „That‘s it. You tell him that and we‘ll get him back“, she said. „Can I hug you?“

„Sure you loser“

„Ah there is my boy“

They spent the rest of the afternoon writing down the speech, making edits here and there. In the end Aaron collected the pages and went to his room to change. He replaced Kevin‘s sweater with a simple black jumper, put on his Docs, got his keys and left.

Aaro did feel a little uncomfortable, stalking Kevin like that. But he knew this was his chance to fix things. This was his chance to get Kevin back, to make his life worth living again. Which to be fair was a bit selfish, but you are allowed to be a little selfish sometimes, aren‘t you?

Jean and Jeremy‘s apartment complex was a 15 minute drive away from the flat Aaron shared with his three roommates. Theirs was fanzier, obviously. After all Jeremy was a professional Exy player and Jean was some kind of semi famous artist or fashion maker or whatever. They could give Kevin the world. They could give him what he desereved. All Aaron had to offer was an apology and his love. No money. Not yet anyway. Just anxiety, depression and stress.

But if Kevin was willing to take his love, to give Aaron one more chance, he promised himself Aaron would make it count. He will tell Kevin how much he loves Kevin every single god damn day. Aaron will get therapy and work on his issues. Sober up and this time for good. He will do anything to be worth of god‘s love. Just that god in his case was a twenty two year old boy with black hair, forming soft waves at the end and a smile that will make the sun jealous. Eyes made out of smaragd. Lips so sinful and kissable.

Aaron sat down in front of the door, waiting for his courage to come back to him. He could do this. He would get his man back.

Hours passed, or maybe it were only minutes or seconds after all before someone came closer. Ever so slowly Aaron lifted his head, just to look in the ever so familiar green eyes, big with shock.

„You said to stop calling. You never mentioned face to face conversations“, Aaron said, his voice hoarse.

Kevin stared at him as if he was a ghost, a reminder of his past life, something he rather wanted to forget.

„Look I know I fucked up. I know I‘m not good enough for you. I know you deserve the world and I cannot give it to you. And when you look me in the eyes and tell me you don‘t feel anything for me anymore, no love or hate or affection or whatever humans feel, I will turn away right now and go and never come back. Never bother you again. But if you allow me to apologize, if you however decide to gieve me one last chance, I prepared this whole ass speech for you“

Aaron was sure they could hear his heart beating against his chest, roaring, screaming to return home. To return to Kevin where it belonged.

Kevin‘s eyes wandered to the floor, his fingers automatically closed around his left wrist. A nervous habit. Just another little part that makes Aaron‘s heart ache.

Slowly, almost painfully slowly, he lifted those unbelieveable beautiful eyes and met Aaron‘s golden ones. Kevin studied him and the world around them stopped.

Out of the corner of Aaron‘s eyes he could see Jean going still, his breathing too calm, too even. It‘s the same thing Andrew does when someone fucks with Josten. At least his death would be fast. Or slow. Whatever. Aaron didn‘t really care, without Kevin it wasn‘t worth anygthing anyway.

„Why“, Kevin said after what feels like forever, „Why would I forgive you? Why would I give you another chance? Why would you think you can come back here just to fuck me over again? Aaron I loved you, I really did. I always will. You were my first love and maybe, yeah maybe, my last one. But right now I can‘t. I just, I just can‘t. Please leave. Please leave me alone. For now. Maybe, one day we can talk about it. But right now I cannot handle the thought of you to leave me. To tell me all these beautiful lies, to cut me open and leave me to bleed out. I love you“, tears were running down Kevin‘s cheek. Tears Aaron one day, a long time ago, promised himself he would never let Kevin feel again. Pain. Sadness. Everything because of his failure, because of his weakness, because he‘s a fucking piece of shit.

„Thank you for giving me a reason to stay. Jusst remember that you were my light, my warmth, my happiness and I never stopped loving you. Never will. Please just be happy“, Aaron replied as he turned around to walk to his cars.

When he was sure he was out of ear shot, he let himself feel. Feel the pain. Feel the loneliness. Feel the numbness and the cold and the hatred. It was in that moment, that moment where he was alone and nothing more to lose, that he decided that it was enough. He would end it. End it tonight.

„Thank you“, he texted Taylor. „I‘m glad I didn‘t eat you in the womb“, he texted Andrew. „You were not so bad after all“, he sent to Neil. And lastly „Thank you for taking me under your wing“, to Nicky. They would understand. It would take them some time but in the end they would feel better. They would be happier without them. Because at the end of the day he caused them pain and wasn‘t really worth a thing.

So when he got in his car, tears running uncontrallably down his cheeks, he knew what he had to do.

#all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the king’s men #kevin day #aaron minyard #ship: kevaaron #kevaaron

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neurodihuegent · 3 years

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if webby is confirmed to be "april", i can kind of (?) see the crew's thought process behind it because while there wasn't any huge lore that hinted this possibility throughout the show (unless we missed soemthing), webby's original character came to be from combining AMJ into one character.

i think that it's pretty much confirmed at this point that webby really *might* be their sister, but i'm not too worried about it because this is a plot that's once again going to stretch through a 90 minute (technically 66 minute) episode. i remember where someone (i can't find the original post so if you know what i'm talking about/are the OP, you'd get it) theorized that Daisy Duck and Beakley both worked under SHUSH, and we've never heard of, had it questioned in the show, or were hinted of Webby's 'parents' existence. This might have been a little one off line, but I remember in "From The Confidential Files of Agent 22!", when Webby first attacked Black Heron, her first thought process was "who/what are you?", and Scrooge lied about Webby's last name ("Vanderduck" instead of "Vanderquack", and even though Scrooge and Webby never formed a real relationship with each other until after the triplets came into the picture, I still feel like that's something he'd definitely know). Based off of how Beakley was acting during "Escape from the Impossibin!", I'm really starting to believe that F.O.W.L in it's origin posed a much bigger threat to the point where S.H.U.S.H, who were probably lacking agents at the time, artificially created three girls that would be biologically advanced enough, and trained well enough to be able to fight F.O.W.L in the future: Two of them becoming Daisy's "neices", and one of them becoming Beakley's "granddaughter". Then once F.O.W.L started going into the backgrounds, and didn't seem as if they were still functioning, the threat of them somewhat disappeared, which is why once Beakley became fully aware that F.O.W.L was indeed still an organization, and that the head of said organization, was working under Scrooge this entire time, probably aware of Webby's existence, she became really worried and became more focused on making sure Webby was prepared for a fight.

Another theory that I have is that in the "The Split Sword of Swanstantine", the feather that was obtained by F.O.W.L in the end was in fact Webby's. For one, April, May, and June are well known characters for anyone who is well versed in the Duckverse, but instead of being labeled as Daisy's nieces, they're only labelled as "sisters". I think that, Bradford, working for Scrooge for so many years, knew that Webby was artifically created by F.O.W.L, and has been well aware of her abnormal strength for a child her age, and thus wanted to clone her, to further pose a threat to the McDucks and have a fighter whose strengths are matched with Webby's. I think in the small clip we've seen, if my theory is correct, somewhere down the line in the episode they do a heel-face turn, and help the McDucks combat themselves against F.O.W.L. To be completely honest, I feel like this theory would be the one that makes the most sense, because while season 3 have introduced us to a lot of new (and nostalgic) characters, none of them have had a huge plot line that would affect the F.O.W.L storyline, and I genuinely believe that they wouldn't do a "Webby/May/June long lost sisters" reveal in the final episode.

Either way, regardless of whether my theories are correct or not, the Ducktales crew have created a show that I have come to really love and appreciate throughout three long seasons, and even with some bumps in the road, I have enough faith in their storywriting abilities to know that regardless of what they do, I'll come to love/appreciate it.

#webby vanderquack #ducktales theories #dt spoilers

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witchcraft-in-wonderland · 3 years

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Tricky Questions (Pt.1)

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The moon must always find a sun, and I'm sure you'll be a dutiful wife to whomever has been chosen for you.

She'll be so pretty in a wedding dress.

Her husband will be lucky.

You must be so proud of her.

What a joke that was, Virgil had spent his entire life waiting to meet a man who matched that stupid crescent moon floating just above his forehead. Spent his entire life waiting to get locked in with a man he would barely know, simply because he was expected to once he found his match.

It was funny really, to have an identifier so special that you're treated like royalty while you grow up, only because of a cresent moon and stark white-gray eyes.

Only to have it all ripped from under your feet, simply because you dared to ask why you should marry someone you'd never once met, where the only thing you had in common was matching markings.

Virgil had gone almost overnight from pampered prince of the crescent moon, to a disgraced example of what happens when you question those in charge.

And was he bitter about it? Absolutely! And he had every right to be really, he'd had his family and his comfort and safety net and reassurance of his future ripped from under him, simply because he wanted to know more about who he was marrying before he got married.

But instead he now lived in a desolate wasteland of soot and sand and woods and the occasional town who took one look at the red rings that had appeared around Virgil's pupils and turned him away almost immediately.

After all, red rings meant you were uncooperative, and uncooperative people were bad luck.

But Virgil felt lucky, he'd survived nearly three years on his own, running off with scraps of whatever he could find, or the occasional generous donation from a child who hadnt been taught that Virgil was a plague that shouldve been wiped out the moment he stepped out of line.

The nights were the worst, it took Virgil ages to find a good spot to sleep where he wouldn't risk waking up to a wolf knawing his leg off, or a person discovering his location and chasing him off yet again.

But he made due, after all, what other choice did he have?

He'd finally found a spot he thought was safe for that night, and propped himself up on a tree branch to rest.

And he did for a short while, before he was awoken by the sound of footsteps. Virgil jolted up and pulled the hood over his head, hoping to cover the light emitting from his identifier.

"Remus I'm not lying! I heard something over here!" The first figure to appear was illuminated with a set of star-shaped identifiers across his face, almost like freckles.

"Oh sure, probably a raccoon isnt it?" The second to appear, had a sun shaped identifier, right above his forehead.

Virgil went stock still and hoped against his better judgement that his hood truly did muffle the light of his identifier.

The other two figures paused for a moment, looking around.

And then turned to leave.

Virgil let out a sigh of relief, which, turned into a sneeze. A very loud sneeze.

"See I told you!" The boys turned back in Virgil's direction, but Virgil had already broken into a sprint, all pretense of keeping his hood up forgotten.

"Hey wait up! We're not gonna hurt you!"

"Roman dont lie to him,"

"Remus you're gonna scare him off!"

"Hes already running!"

"Well you're gonna make him run faster!"

Virgil was glad for the persistent chatter between the twins, escaping was much easier when those intent on your capture were distracted.

But much harder with the sudden appearance of a wall of rock between you and your escape route.

"Heyheyheyhey- relax- we're not going to hurt you-" Roman said, eyes wide with obvious worry.

"Just come back with us ok? We'll get you some place to sleep- and eat from the looks of it-" Roman continued, gesturing to the very visible ribcage through Virgil's all to thin shirt.

Virgil stared for a moment, breathing heavily, before he decided to try and make a break for it.

Which, obviously, didnt work, and instead ended with both his arms hooked by the second twin, Remus.

"Ah ah ah, you're coming with us whether you like it or not moon boy," said Remus.

Virgil couldn't for the life of him remember exactly how he got to the point he was at right now, sitting inside someone's kitchen with a cup of tea in his hands and his feet resting in a bath of warm water, it almost reminded him of home when he was younger.

"So you got a name moon boy?" Remus said, leaning over the counter.

"Virgil. . ." Virgil replied quietly.

"Cute," said Remus.

"Remus have you seen my veil!-" Roman called from up the stairs.

"Its in your room somewhere!" Remus called back.

"Veil?" Virgil said quietly.

"Hes getting married in a month or two, some guy with a galaxy identifier, names Brennan or soemthing," Remus said.

"Oh," Virgil said simply.

"I'm surprised you arent married yet, identifier like that outta have people jumping through hurdles to say you're a match," Remus said casually.

"I ask to many questions," Virgil said, shrugging.

It was then that Remus looked a little closer at Virgil, and seemed to realize the red circles he sported on his eyes.

"Oh dear. . ." Remus said quietly.

"Identifiers dont mean much if the person who has them thinks they're pointless," Virgil muttered.

"Well- if it's any consolation, Roman and I dont mind that you dont care, all this nonsense about people like you being bad luck is just annoying at this point," Remus said.

"Well- thanks, I guess," Virgil said quietly.

It felt nice to sleep in a normal bed for once, but something wasnt sitting right in Virgil's stomach, he couldnt tell exactly what it was, but he knew it wasnt good, and he knew he wanted to stop it.

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A hassle about Blitzo not able to get comfortable to rest because of this fucking kid partying in his gut. Having to begrudgingly accept a visit from a certain owl when he’s out of options that ends up helping him and it relax.

Blitzo really, really hated the little brat sometimes. He’d been busy all day, and now that he finally made his way to bed, they just kept smacking outwards like his skin was a drum set being played by a coked-up college student.

“Will you stop squirming for thirty goddamn seconds?” He hugged his stuffed horse to his chest, knees pulled up, and hissed as the spawn in his gut absolutely refused to listen and just kept wiggling even as his tail wrapped around his stomach. “Holy shit, you really do take after Stolas, don’t you? Can’t leave me alone even when I’m trying to sleep. My stomach’s not a bouncy house, kid.” Unfortunately, his words didn’t seem to translate into baby-language, because giving an annoyed poke just made them move around more.

Blitzo rolled over to his other side. No dice. Back was out- his spines always tore up the sheets, and it was a pain in the ass (and his wallet) to replace them. He’d learned last week that trying to lay on his stomach just had them writhe around to the point of pain, not to mention it was like trying to sleep on a rock.

Loona had told him on no uncertain terms that she was ripping his tail off the next time she woke up with him snuggled against her in bed. She probably wasn’t going to actually do it, but he’d rather avoid her shedding all over his closet or something in a different form of retaliation. It wasn’t his fault that the kid was desperate for attention and just rubbing his stomach wasn’t enough!

They had another client meeting in the morning- a big one, from the sound of how she’d rattled off the names of her bitch-ass living family members. He couldn’t miss it. It sounded like a hilarious mess, on top of being four times the usual job’s size.

Blitzo’s phone buzzed, and he smacked the side table a few times before managing to pick it up. Stolas had sent a text.

Via and her mother are out tonight at her grandparent’s house. Is there anything you need that I could help with?

Groaning, Blitzo started to type. im fien dont worry abt it

He let that sit unsent for a few moments before deleting it. can u send soemthing to get them jto stop movng

No, that didn’t sound right either, and his toes curled before he finally gave up. jsut get ovr here. it wont stop movnig

Stolas sent a heart emoji and a thumbs up in response to the message, and Blitzo just hoped he hadn’t just lost what little sleep he’d have been able to get without him.

He trudged over to the front door twenty minutes later when Stolas had to stoop to make his way through the doorway. Loona was stretched out on the couch and watching TV, halfway through a carton of ice cream.

“Whatever you two are about to do, I don’t want to hear any of it,” she commented with a raised eyebrow. “I will turn up the volume on this until the neighbors start smashing the broom on the ceiling and yelling at us again.”

“We’ll be fine, Loonie,” Blitzo said with a wave of his hand before heading directly back for his room again. He heard Stolas murmuring reassurances to her before following, again having to duck to not hit his head. The prince had switched his inner shirt for a simple long sleeve with star patterns and had ditched the hat, but was still wearing his cape. Weirdo.

“So, what do you need, Blitzy?” Stolas settled himself down at the end of Blitzo’s bed and idly started rubbing a pair of boxers draped on the comforter between his fingers.

“Hold me.”

“Hmm?” Stolas scooted closer as Blitzo crossed his arms.

“Don’t make me say it twice,” he muttered as Stolas set a finger under his chin, tilting his face up.

“You said that you wanted me to hold you?”

“It… helps,” Blitzo muttered, forehead dropping down against Stolas’s chest. “The kid’s a bitchy little attention-whore, and Moxxie almost shot me last time when I showed up at his place while he was half-asleep. Don’t have a lot of options here.”

“We can’t have that!” Stolas wrapped his arms around Blitzo, who nuzzled against the soft down on his chest automatically before realizing what he was doing and trying to pull away. Unfortunately, as thin as Stolas’s arms were, his grip was like steel.

“What’s the deal with that, anyway? You’d think imp pregnancies would just make you want to shank anyone who looked at you funny,” Blitzo grumbled. “Not this.”

“If I were to hazard a guess, it would increase the odds that the child survives infancy if there was a clan or mate of some sort besides the single parent. Hell isn’t exactly kind to the weak, and babies are helpless.”

“Yeah, well, my body needs to get out of the old times. We’re not living in caves and shit, I can do this by myself.”

Stolas pulled back enough to glance around the messy room, but didn’t comment on that any further. “You don’t have to. It’ll be alright.” He rubbed his hand over the bump, the skin next to his beak twitching a bit. “Oh, goodness, they are feisty tonight, aren’t they? They take after you.”

“They do not! This is all you!” Blitzo drummed his fingers on his arm, tail irritably jabbing into the clay on the bedside table, and he plucked it off the tip to begin to knead with his fingers. “I’d be sleeping right now if they weren’t here. So clearly, this is your fault.”

“You’re far more… energetic than I am,” Stolas said, going back to gently soothing his fingers over the fussy baby, and Blitzo’s shoulders sagged when they started to slow. The fingers felt cool- or maybe his body was just running warm. Weird.

“Why wouldn’t they do that for me? I’m the one doing all the hard work here!”

“They missed their daddy,” Stolas teased.

“Hey, I’m the daddy!”

“We both are.” Stolas set a hand on Blitzo’s side, pushing him towards the bed until he was laying down. He pulled his cape and shirt off before laying down himself, his own flat stomach against Blitzo’s as he curled close. “This way, they’ll know that someone is here and won’t bother you until morning.”

“Won’t that be a miracle.” Blitzo rolled his eyes before lazily draping an arm over Stolas, pulling himself a little closer. It wasn’t often they got to cuddle without sex beforehand, and having those soft feathers against him without them being caked in sweat and cum (and, for that matter, without being so wiped out that he just conked out within five minutes) was nicer than he expected. His tail draped over one of Stolas’s legs, feeling the bumpy texture of it.

Stolas made a soft chirp at that, his hand resting on the side of Blizo’s belly before moving to settle on his hip.

“Good night, my little imp.”

“G’night,” Blitzo muttered. His chest felt kinda warm. He’d have to check the heating in the morning. The imp’s nose twitched as he could smell the spiced body lotion Stolas used before slipping away into sleep.

#daddy blitzo #helluva mpreg #hb #shadow writes stuff #I'll probably toss this over on ao3 after I do a few more of them #Anonymous #asks #one time

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twiceblackvelvet · 4 years

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I don't know where to say this because everyone here scare me now. But everything going on make me feel uncomfortable. My girlfriend is a non binary person and is thinking about going ftm in the future (they also don't want it because thry hate men). I have a trans cousin too. I would consider myself a good trans ally. But seeing soem writers saying they deserves to be pay or money because they are trans if just weird? Why are they bringing money to this issue? Why are they saying no one should

Spent money on cis writers or lesbian cis because they never suffered. Why comparing pain? Why involving money into soemthing that could have been beautiful? Bunny was doing such an amazing job educating people even if it wasn't her job but then someone started to bring out money issues and every trans writers did the same. Why saying we are transphobic if we support duckie or give her money? If I like duckie writing and want to give her money it's not because of her gender but because of her Her talent and the fact I love jow she is writing. One trans author says even if someone write badly you should support them financially because they are trans. But this logic is wrong? My girlfriend also say they feel uncomfortable with people involving money in this matter. They say that they don't deserve more because of their gender and would hate it if people were to pity them for that. Why not talking about transphobia and how hurt this community is without involving money or comparision?

okay first of all it’s *bunnie. if you’re going to be hateful toward someone, at least get their name right. secondly, i don’t know what made you think or believe i would be the person to come to with something like this but let me tell you don’t have the right idea or the right bitch on this.

not a single person on this app is forcing you to do anything. no one is actually physically placing your hand into your pocket and saying “give me your money”. that is not what is happening here. so i don’t understand why it upsets you to this point.

the post wasn’t even made by bunnie, so i’m going to assume you’re just looking for a reason to be hateful toward them in general but the fact that you are this deeply offended shows me that from the original post about donating to a ko-fi, you’re included in the cis people who are wasting others’ time. otherwise you wouldn’t feel the need to send me this/feel as if it was personally aimed toward you.

now, let me make this point very clear because i actually don’t want you coming back here to cry in my inbox again about people i deeply respect on this app but especially not if you’re going to guise your perhaps dislike of certain people here under you being a trans ally and proclaiming yourself a good one which i don’t actually believe you should be the person deciding that for yourself. nor does having a trans partner make you one automatically by default.

all of the writers here who are trans and non-binary do have to put up with a far deeper trauma than those who are cis. that is a fact. coming to terms with your identity is not an easy thing for anyone, true, but there is a far greater stigma against being trans or non-binary than simply being a cis-lesbian.

i am aware that i am afforded privileges as a cis-lesbian that lets say a non-binary lesbian will not be given. you having a trans partner if you yourself are cis should at least be somewhat aware of the difference in privilege between you both and if you aren’t then that is concerning.

this isn’t the oppression olympics about who had it the hardest or “i suffered this so i’m worse off than you” and to see you try and make it that way is worrying because it is simply a fact that cis people have it easier than those who are trans and non-binary. no discussion. it’s just true.

now, please just leave people alone on this point. or at the very least, leave the trans and n/b writers alone. they shouldn’t have to deal with this on top of the transphobia within the community. next time you wish to talk badly about any of them, donate to their ko-if instead.

edit; also in my sleepy haze i didn’t even realise you had used the wrong pronouns for bunnie as well as mis-spelled their name. so that alone says enough about you to be completely honest. so just to reiterate my above point, stay the fuck off my blog and leave trans and n/b writers alone.

#anon

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har-rison-s · 5 years

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stark naked

Request: ok so y/n is Tony’s daughter, she’s been dating Thor for 3ish years and hiding it from her crazy protective dad, and he finds out she’s seeing Thor when he accidentally sees the two of them doing the do in her bedroom

A/N: This request is written in a very cliché, banal way. So beware. Other than that, I love this and thank you for requesting, my love!!! This is shitty. Sorry ! Happy reading!

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“Thor,” you drag out his name in an annoyed whine, looking at the mentioned man with a wide smile. He raises his eyebrows at you while his fingers lift up the edge of your shirt and start moving it upwards your body, “no, come on. We already did it last night.” You start to move upwards, as if to sit, but the god pulls you down once again, your back softly hitting the mattress.

“I know,” he says lowly, “but I can't bear not doing it again. Not when it's you.” Thor says and kisses your stomach. Your eyes drop closed. It does feel good. “You drive me mad, love.”

“I appreciate that. But we almost got caught last night. And now - anyone could walk—oh—anyone could... my dad...” your words fade for the god has taken your attention with pressing his lips on the skin between your breasts, and you gasp.

“You're really thinking of your father right now?” Thor asks, a cocky tone in his voice.

“Thor...” You whine when he squeezes your butt and kisses your skin again, slightly sucking on it this time.

“That's what I like to hear, princess.” He mumbles and quickly, but swiftly, moves upwards and presses his lips now against yours. You both moan and you're smiling against Thor's lips. They're soft, sweet, made for yours. Still soft after more than three years of kissing them lump. He could say the same about yours.

You're giggling and Thor enjoys it, loving that he makes you moan and laugh at the same time. His hands are tugging your knickers down your legs, underneath the blanket you've both used to hide. You're giggling still as you kiss his face and his hands and his collarbones, but the giggles subside when you feel him sliding against your entrance.

A giggle dies into a soft moan, but becomes a more intense and breathy one when he goes all the way in. Your hands grip his bicep, squishing it like a pillow. Thor smiles upon seeing your euphoric face and it makes you laugh, too. You're both giggling like teenagers. And maybe that's what you love most about him.

Yes, your God of Thunder may seem immature to others, but he was a serious man and his 'immaturity' was a laughing matter, mainly used to light tense situations. Or make ones like these even better than they were.

“Oh, fuck, this feels so good,” you hum and moan, your hands pulling Thor loser to you. You're both moving rhythmically, in sync, against each other, becoming almost one. You're melting around him, warming him, making him feel bliss.

“I'm in heaven.” The god grunts and his head drops against your chest. You laugh again, a hand on the back of his haired head, and moan. Thor's hands grip your waist, his thrusts picking up in pace. It makes the bed move a bit, forward and back. It also makes you giggle. To someone else, it might seem like you're drunk.

You would have replied to his recent statement, but suddenly, the bedroom door swings open and in the doorway stands the least person you'd wanted to catch you in the fucking act. Your father.

“Y/N, you in there or is there someone else—oh my GOD!” Your father screeches and both you and Thor stop your movements completely, frozen. Tony covers his eyes and turns around. You and Thor exchange panicked looks and quickly rush out of the bed, scrambling to find any suitable clothes. “Y/N Stark you get out here RIGHT NOW!” Your father's voice booms through at best, the whole compound.

Thor eyes you, knowing you're growing nervous. “You're going to be fine, my love.” He tells you. You huff.

“Yeah, I know,” you say, “it's just the way he is. A bit of pressure.” You flinch, stepping into sweatpants. You then put a bra on and a long-sleeved shirt over your head. You sigh. “Does my hair look okay?”

“Y/N Stark!” Your dad calls out to you.

“Your hair looks as lovely as always, love.” Thor says, and there's that smug smile on his face. You give him a look of annoyance.

“I mean, is it in a good enough condition to see my dad after he's seen us having sex?” You stress and Thor sighs, stepping closer to you.

“Yes, it is fine.” Thor responds and reaches out with his hands to adjust your hair a bit. You eye him weird, but walk towards the deadly door to face your furious father.

You close the door behind you and look at him wary. Tony's breathing is heavy, he avoids your eyes and instead looks down at his feet. Your father's hands are fidgeting with each other. You want to say something, but you don't know what would be the right thing to say.

“H-How long?” He finally asks, after you've suffered seconds of aggrivating and tension-filled silence. You want to sigh in relief, but don't, and settle for huffing and crossing your arms over your chest. Now you have to answer him. The answer won't be easy to take.

“Three years.” You say quietly, almost mumble it to yourself, shifting on your feet. Tony seems to have had a stroke.

“THREE YEARS?!” He exclaims and your guilty eyes look at him and nod. “Three years and nobody knows! Three years and I find out like this!”

“Dad, I was afraid you'd catch us, honestly!” You defend yourself. “I told him no, but you know... And—”

“Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't either of you tell me?” He asks. “He's my god damn teammate! You're my daughter! And no sign! Am I really that blind?”

“No, I'm just good at hiding stuff. You know that.”

“Now, you don't get to sweeten-up to me, missy. This is...” Tony trails off. He huffs. “Why didn't you tell me?”

“Because...” you move your arms around, “you're the way... you are. Crazily over-protective. You're like... You're acting like you own me or something, like—like everything in the world is going to hurt me, like everyone is mean except you. And with Thor, I... there's freedom, there's love and there's happiness.”

“You're telling me I'm making you feel caged?” Tony asks.

“Sometimes, yeah. I spent my whole childhood between four walls while you were at conferences, parties or... I don't know, hooking up. Guards or you always around me. And now, when I'm not a kid anymore, you won't let me out in the world.” You start to rant basically, everything that's been sitting in your heart bubbling out at this chance. “I'm 25, dad, far from being a kid. So you should stop overreacting and accept the fact that I hid this relationship with Thor for over three years because I was afraid you'd make us stop seeing each other because of the way you are. Not let me enjoy soemthing I like.” You pause, and don't look at Tony, hoping he'll take your words into account. “And I know I'm your only kid, and I know you're afraid to lose me and hate seeing me grow up and leave you eventually, but... you should have spent more time with me when I was younger instead of trying to do it now.”

A sigh leaves your mouth.

“I didn't mean to say all that now, but it happened.” You add and look at your dad finally.

“Well, I don't like saying this, but I'm sorry and you're right. But,” Tony raises a finger, “I'm still upset that you didn't tell me sooner.”

“Or are you mad at yourself that you didn't figure it out yourself?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah, probably that.” Tony nods. “And you're right again. What's going on today?”

You shrug and look away, your back against the closed door.

“Look, I love you, kid,” Tony says and you both lock eyes, “and I do not want you slipping away. But, god... Thor, really?”

You both laugh. “Don't be mean, he's next door.” You reply.

“I thought Captain Righteous—I mean Rogers—was more your type.” Tony admits.

“Pshh,” you hiss, “he could never handle me. And I couldn't stand him.”

“Thank goodness.” your dad says, “don't like him too much.”

“Now that's a lie.” You point a finger at him, nodding, and Tony sighs.

“Okay, you can go back inside, marry, kiss or whatever,” he dismisses you.

“Dad, I love you.” You say before the chance slips away. Tony smiles at you lovingly.

“And I love you.” He says. “Can I ask for a memory eraser for my birthday? Or Christmas?”

You laugh then, shaking your head. “I'm gonna try and get you a few of those.” You suggest and Tony nods, walking away.

“Mission briefing's in two hours, so...” he starts to say, “use protection!”

You blush and drop your head in your hands. That was the one thing you thought he wouldn't say, of all cliché things, this one thing. Damn.

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alternateafterthought · 4 years

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Awake

> Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Miya Lee (OC)

> Genre: Hunter!au, Romance, Fluff, Smut, Angst

> Warnings:

> Word Count: 3573

> Summary: Miya Lee had such a normal life. Taking over the cafe her family owns and runs, going out with friends, gossiping with her coworkers about the cute guy that sits in the window of her cafe, and practising magic that her mother and grandmother and great grandmother passed on before them.

Kim Seokjin was an anomaly. He was born, December 4th 1392, making him, to date, 627 years old. His family was murdered, his fiance murdered, their blood running over the ruins of his past. For 600 years he looked, searched and hunted for the witch that got away. He was trained for this.

Jin hesitated. Her face was the same... she was back to haunt him. Back to love him.

Miya was in trouble... she was at risk of truly falling in love.

> A/N: Hey guys, this is another fic for BTS!! This is for Kim Seokjin!! I have had this idea for a few months now and this is my first time in creating an original character for a fic like this!! So I would really appreciate your feedback on the OC and this story!! ALSO those who wish to be added to an eventual tag list, please leave a comment or an ask or message me!! Thank you so much for your support!!

This is the story of how he died. The only man she had ever loved.

A man who's name bought fear to the shadows. A man cursed with life.

This is the story of how he died. Her love. Her heart. Her Jin.

They found him on the streets, scared, alone, half dead and orphaned. They took him in and gave him a roof over his head, and they trained him. They trained him to be an assassin, to hunt and to kill. They honed his magic and skills until he was their ultimate weapon.

They did not ever think he would turn those skills on them... one by one... when he discovered the truth, when he found out who they really were.

"So full of fire, isn't he?" An aging man, closer to death then he would ever willingly admit, admired the young, strong man's skills. A glint in his eyes didn't go unnoticed, a wicked flared brightened his eyes, something untold in them. "It's going to be glorious to watch it burn him up."

600 years would soon blur altogether, making no sense, even with the seasons changed. As the green bleeds into red, orange and yellow, ultimately becoming old and withered, covered in the cold, Kim Seokjin would always return home. At least, if the council allows it.

What felt like the blink of an eye for him, was 12 years for a mere mortal, and he was finally home. As time changed, he was the only constant, forever remaining as he was, the man who never aged, the man who never died... the man who's heart was to beat once again.

Turning his jacket up against the harsh winds, Jin walked the familiar streets, his hands tucked safely from the cold in his pockets. The old streets almost gave him comfort, he had watch them being built, even helped with some of them if he wasn't called away on a job. They we're as much apart of him as anything he had built.

He would never be lost, not here. Not ever.

Jin easily picked up the trail, the trail that only magic could leave behind. The specks of impurity leading him as the sun still peaked over the buildings. He knew what to follow, he knew the signs, he was trained for this.

Seeing where it had lead him, Jin pulled his collar down, exposing his face. His eyes scanned, never missing anything as he moved towards the small cafe in front of him, where the trail ended... or maybe began. Bypassing the entrance of the small cafe, glancing into the windows, flashing a smile to the workers who watched him.

Before long, Jin was at the backdoor, well the entrance. 2 rather large bodyguards guarded the door almost bored. One stood, arms folded across his chest, tattoos covering his arm and what Jin could see of his neck. The smell radiating off of him told Jin he was young, if not for his eyes. A young wolf, no doubt his first day, Jin wouldn't have put it past it being his first job ever.

The other was a lot more relaxed, even opting to lean against the graffited wall. His eyes were sharp, half closed, but sharp. Anyone on the end of his glare would most likely burst spontaneously. His hair was the most eye catching to Jin, a vibrant green, not unlike anything he had seen in his many years. It didn't seem to go with the entire black he wore, or the dangerous glint to his eyes. A vampire... the only vampire who wasn't afraid to tell Jin to "Fuck off."

"Did you get lost or soemthing old man?" An unintered deep voice scoffed.

"Or something." Jin smirked, lazily shrugging his shoulders.

"You here to cause trouble then?" He asked, finally looking up from his feet, eyes meeting Jin's.

"Min Yoongi... when have I ever caused trouble?" Jin rocked slightly on his feet, hands in his jean pockets.

The unamused vampire, Yoongi, cracked a smile; "You really want me to answer that?"

"I guess not." Jin laughed, the sound echoing off the enclosed streets. "Who's the kid?"

"Jungkook." Yoongi's eyes pointed to the wolf, who stood silently and confused. "Jeon family."

"Ahh..." Jin nodded looking at Jungkook. "I knew your grandfather kid." Jin offered his hand, which Jungkook hesitantly took. "He still owes me a pig."

Jungkook's eyes widen in realisation. The dawning of who exactly this man was finally hitting him. He was Kim Seokjin, Famous Immortal Witch Hunter.

"Hyungnim." Jungkook bowed.

"Oh god please, none of that." Jin put his hands in front of him, stopping the young wolf.

"He's just one of us, kid." Yoongi pushed lightly on Jungkook's arm, causing him to stand again, his eyes lowered.

"I would like to get in though. If that's not too much trouble." Jin pointed to the rather large door, invible to those who didn't know it was there.

"Are you going to cause any trouble?" Yoongi finally stood to his full height, even if he was shorter then both Jin and Jungkook, he was still intimidating. "I just need to know if we should leave now?"

"Nah I'm here for business." Jin smiled easily. "Only to ask a few questions."

"I'm going to regret this." Yoongi moved Jungkook out of the way of the door, opening it and allowing Jin access.

"Have a little faith, Yoongi." Jin moved into the door.

"I do have faith..." Yoongi called after Jin as he moved into the dark room. "I have faith you'll cause trouble."

Yoongi could hear the dying ends of Jin's laugh as he moved further into the dark space. He hadn't seen his Jin-hyung in 12 years, there could only be one reason he was back. Min Yoongi hoped to every god that it wasn't the reason, but he never had that kind of luck before.

The almost pitch black corridor Jin walked soon lit up, small witch lights surrounded him, guiding him. The music soon followed, obvious protection spells placed around the building to keep the music in, and it was getting louder now.

The music followed the chatter, and as Jin finally made it to the open floor, pushing the beads covering the entrance, he could see tonight was a busy night. All manners and natures of people... creatures moved around the place. All looking for a good night. All looking to be someone else for the night.

Opening his jacket, Jin relaxed into the mix of people, moving towards the bar. Women, more specifically, the Fae threw smiles, soft caresses of their hands, legs, bodies onto Jin as he walked passed. Jin flashing his own smile as he made his way through the mass of bodies.

He was here on business... he could play when his job was over. It was the only thought that got him to the bar, slipping his body into a small open space. One look behind him and he could see a few people had recongised him, causing Jin to duck his head, trying to not draw attention to himself.

"Hyungnim..." Jin heard a familiar voice in front of him, looking up from under his lashes, an even more familiar smile caught his attention. "It's good to see you again Hyungnim."

"It's good to see you too, Taehyungie." Jin smiled, lifting his head slightly to make eye contact. "You're working the bar now?"

If anyone didn't know, they would have thought Jin looked almost concerned. In fact... Jin was concerned. Anyone willing to put Kim Taehyung behind a bar had a strong stomach... and maybe an unbreakable bank account.

"Yep." Taehyung nodded enthusiastically, pride shining in his eyes. "They put me behind the bar since Jungkookie got here. Said he looked more intimidating or something."

"The kid?" Jin pointed his thumb over his shoulder, back towards where he had just walked in.

"Yeah the kid." Taehyung smiled fondly. "And he does. Look more intimidating then me."

"But you're a lot more dangerous aren't you?" Jin smiled, almost proud at his friend.

"It's part of my charm." Taehyung's eyes wander over Jin's shoulder, sending a wink to, undoubably, a blushing woman.

"You get more tips here don't you? That's why you like it." Jin laughed, shaking his head at Taehyung as he focused back on him.

"Of course I do!" Taehyung smiled wider. "But I seem to be competing with the happiest pup alive," Taehyung pointed to another wolf behind the bar, who's smile radiated sunshine, hearing Taehyung mentioned him and throwing a smile towards them both. "And a man who's lucky to have magic on his side." Taehyung pointed to the other end of the bar where a tall witch stood, his dimpled smile looked a little embarrassed as a vampire woman slide her number across the bar towards him.

"You're pretty lucky then aren't you?" Jin chuckled as he looked back towards the simpled witch who almost tripped over his own foot, catching himself quickly. "Being a fae prince and all."

"Well... the royal part gets me bigger tips." Taehyung laughed. "I need to survive as much as anyone else."

Jin couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head as Taehyung handed him a drink. Already knowing what he needed, perks of Taehyung's bloodline.

"I'll see you around Hyungnim. I've got to get back to work." Taehyung gave an extravant bow before moving to the next one.

Jin shook his head sipping his cold drink, a vibrant purple drink that seemed to smoke. Something new... or old. Either way it wouldn't have an effect on him, nothing ever would again.

"He enhanced it." A deeper voice moved in front of him.

"What?" Jin looked back towards the bar, one of his oldest friends eyed his drink.

"You're drink. He enhanced it." Namjoon gestured his head towards Taehyung who flirted with a group of pixies.

"He's still trying to see if he can get me drunk?" Jin asked, noticing the strong smell radiating off the drink now.

"Aren't we all?" Namjoon smiled wide. "So you're back?"

"Mmh." Jin hummed, taking another sip.

"For?" He pressed.

"I tracked them back here. I have a few questions for some people." Jin shrugged, noticing Namjoon's eyes widening.

"You need any help?" He asked, leaning over the bar towards Jin as their voices became hushed, downed out by the noise around them. "I have a few sniffer dogs if you need them?"

Jin laughed as Namjoon gestured to Hoseok who made his way towards them both. No doubt he would be the best to sniff a scent out if he needed. But there was no point, Jin had already found them.

"Nah, I don't need your sniffer dog this time." Jin spoke a little loud for Hoseok to hear.

"And here I was, about to offer my services." Hoseok pouted, jutting his bottom lip out. "Why don't you need my help this time?"

"I already found her." Jin finished off his drink.

"Her?" Namjoon asked surprised. "It's a her this time?"

"Yeah... I found the bloodline, everyone is dead, except her." Jin looked at his friends, seeing their minds already working. "No one had found her because she changed her name. But I recognised the magic...."

Namjoon and Hoseok shared a look, noticing Jin hesitate. That was the thing that worried them, almost scared them. Kim Seokjin never hesitates.

"What else?"

Hoseok finally asked as the music around them stopped, the lights going out except one single spotlight on a loan spot on the stage behind them. Jin turned around on his chair, Namjoon and Hosoek still listened, even as the crowds of people moved to get a good seat, to be able to see the stage, to witness the show.

"Only I would recognise the name."

Both Namjoon and Hoseok knew that was the end of the conversation, even if they wanted to press the issue. But they both know, if he needed help, if he needed their help, he would always ask. And they would never turn him down.

An excited hush had fallen over the room, wide eyes stare at the only light in the room, like months to a flame. The only thing that could be heard is the heart beat. The heartbeat played through the room, boom boom, boom boom, boom boom.

Then it started, over the heartbeat, rain started to fall, a crack of lightening, a snap of thunder. The room lit up with the flashes of light, as the rain fell, never quiet masking the beartbeat.

Out of the darkness came a shadowy figure, the rain quickly soaking them. The once oversized shirt that covered their small frame now stuck to their skin, hair stuck to their face, a strip of material covered their eyes. They walked, more stumbled out of the darkness and landed in the middle of the light.

She was in control. The stage was hers. And yet you would have thought she was in a panic as she struggled, reaching out, looking for something, something to hold onto. Her hands shooks, her lips trembled, the rain didn't stop.

A particularly harsh snap of thunder caught the audience by surprise, casing even Jin to jump a little as the music finally began. As the first few seconds of the beat started, the girl hit the stage, causing droplets of water to fly around her.

Then a very confident presence walked out behind her, even without seeing his face, anyone in the room could feel the smirk as he stalked his prey. Everyone could see he was not about to lose. Not now. Not ever.

"Do you understand what's going on?" Hoseok whispered to Jin from behind him.

"Huh? Jin's eyes wavered for a fraction of a second from the girl who was now wrapped in the arms of the man.

The two bodies rolled once, twice around the stage before she was op top of him. Jin could see the power struggle, in this moment it seemed like she was in control. But from the mans arms supporting her, maybe he was wrong.

"He's caught her. Even without her realising. Hence the blindfold." Hosoek's never left the stage, a small smile gracing his lips.

"Caught her?" Jin asked, watching the pair seperate, the girl falling back onto the stage alone, wet and confused, still trying to reach out for something, anything, to hold onto.

"Watch as he stalks her." Hoseok offered to Jin, who's eyes moved to the man who walked behind her, watching her. "He's the spider. And he just caught his prey."

The man slid on his knee, causing water to hit the girl, who tried to move back, but the man caught her wrist. Pulling her easily flush against him, his hands slowly moving the blindfold off her a little to see her eyes. Helping the girl to stand, the man stood behind her, first lovingly and thenhis hands push the blindfold back over her eyes, pushing her to the ground and walking away from her.

This time the girl reached up and towards the roof, where something had been lowered. Her trembling hands as she gripped it, tangling her hands in it before it lifted her off the ground. The audience's took a collective breath as she now hung in the air by her right hand, the man below her.

"She's in his web now. He caught her." Hoseok continued as they watched the girl finally move into the silks. "His movements are the same as hers..." Both the man and woman moved, one suspended in the air, the other on the ground, on the water. "He's waiting for her to tire before he strikes. Making sure she doesn't fight back. Almost making her trust him."

Jin watched as the woman climbed the silks, rolling and weaving her body in and out, always blindfolded. Then she pushed her blindfold off, as she spun upside down, her piercing eyes could finally be seen. They roamed the area, Jin felt like his heart speed up, his breathing stopped, his palm instantly getting sweaty.

"She can see now. Where she is and what she's doing." Hoseok and Jin watched as she climbed to the top of the silks. "She's accepting her fate. The spider is waiting..." They looked back to the man who waited now, open arms for his prey. "All that's left to do is fall."

At that moment, Jin watched as the women unravelled herself from the silks, going faster and faster, nearer to her ultimate death. At the ends of the silks the woman's hand reached the man.

And that was it. The end. She chose her fate, she allowed the spider to have her. The man triumph, holding his trophy with pride.

"She's now his." Hoseok finished as the stage went dark, the rain came to a slow stop and one last rumble of thunder, lightening filling the room before the two disappeared from the stage. "So... what did you think Hyung?"

"I can't say I'm much of a dancer myself..." Jin smiled as he turned back to face Hoseok. "But it was captivating."

"Their my favourite dancers to ever set foot in 'Moon'. Some of the best chemistry I've seen around here since I started working here." Hoseok proudly looked to the stage.

"You did that?" Jin motioned his head over his shoulder.

"Mmh." Hoseok hummed, his smile never faltering. "Noona needed a new choerogher, I volunteered."

"Noona?" Jin raised his eyebrows surprised. "What happened to Mister Lee?"

"No one told you?" Hoseok looked confused, his eyes getting sad when he realized Jin didn't know. "Mister Lee died 3 years ago. His granddaughter took over."

Jin was used to death, being a creature who constantly misses death, he saw a lot of it. Although he may be hundrends of years older, Jin had such respect for a man like Mister Lee, who lived his life to help every, including Kim Seokjin.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Jin bowed his head a little. "Mister Lee was a great man. I remember watching him grow up."

"It was a huge blow to the witch community." Hoseok remembered what his friends were like, espeically Noona when her grandfather died. "If it wasn't for his granddaughter, this place would never have kept open."

"I don't think I ever meet this granddaughter of Mister Lee. Is she here tonight?" Jin asked.

"As a matter of fact-"

Hoseok cut himself off. The air around them too tense, too quiet after such a performance. Looking up, Hoseok saw why, everyone in the room had gone silent, staring at the entrance.

A group, of at least 6, all stood, in customary hunter gear and weaponary. No one moved, even less they tried not to breathe, to not drawn attention to themselves. To not cause trouble.

"Jin-Hyung..." Hoseok whispered. "I think it's time for you to leave."

Jin looked over his shoulder, easily recognising the 6. They were known to the hunters as his "Handlers", making sure he's in the right place at the right time. They were probably here to collect him, Jin having give them the slip eariler to make his way to 'Moon'.

"So you found me?" Jin asked loudly, to no one in particular. "Sir..." An aged voice spoke up.

"I was kinda enjoying this game of cat and mouse." Jin laughed loudly, looking up to where Hoseok, Namjoon and Taehyung had all gathered in front of him, scared.

"It's time to go, Sir." The aged man tried again, moving towards the bar.

"I'm just a man enjoying a drink." Jin gestured to the bar. "I'd ask you to join me, but..." Jin laughed again. "Well I don't like you."

Jin's laugh was the only thing heard in the room besides the almost deafening click of heels. Even Jin could hear them, espcially with his advanced hearing, but he hadn't turned around yet.

"Sir I think it's really time to go." The voice was almost panicked, causing Jin to spin around, the man too close now.

"I really don't think it's in your best interest to be threatening me right now, kid." Jin never raised his voice, nor moved from his seat, and yet he was the most threatening in this situation. "Sir..."

But it was too late. Like an angel in the the depths of hell, she moved out of the shadows and into the light. Jin's world stopped.

Quickly, he stood from his seat, knocking it over. He couldn't believe his eyes. There she was. Back from the dead.

"Jia?" Jin whispered, and yet it carried to the other end of the room.

"Sir..."

But Jin wasn't listening anymore. Here she was. His Jia. Back from the dead. Standing there, looking back at him with the same eyes.

Jin made to step away from the other hunters, towards her, but they wouldn't let him. Quickly reaching out, the closest hunter caught Jin's wrist. Without missing a beat, Jin shook him off, but they kept coming and coming.

Soon enough Jin was fighting for his way to her, but one minute she was there, and like so many years before, she was gone.

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the-house-of-the-nine · 4 years

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In Mind of Misery: Reflections, Part 3

[Forward: Since the end of “In Depths Below” the Nine have been busy trying to reclaim Lazarius’ family fortune, rebuilding, and forging new allies. We are current in the WoW Timeline with this entry, NZoth has risen, the world is in chaos, and now, the Council of Nine are at a disadvantage. New Readers, please note each of the roleplayers as the following...

[ L.K ] - Lazarius Kashebahl, Algus Kross, Doctor Whistletorque, Marseille

[ V.D ] Verzatea Duskflame , Pame

[ S.K ] Siida-Ray Kashebahl

[ K.A ] Koltun Ancientveil

[ J ] Jursol (AND JIMBA!)

And as always, thank you so much for continued support, posting, reblogs, likes and friendly messages! Please enjoy! ]

[ V.D ] Verza fought to hide her minor spike of amusement, her eyes swiftly narrowing as she coaxes the writing utensil away. The enchanted pen lifts from her delicate palm to return to hovering its ink dipped tip above the open journal.

"A one way mirror?" She offers a simplistic explanation for the abomination growth upon his figure, her eyes narrowing in further suspicion.

"An enemy from beyond the realm of living... Do you think she can see our world from whatever planes she haunts?" With a soft shake of her head Tea wagers.

"You've read every book about these markings, yes? Maybe we could reverse the magic and manipulate the powers to see what watches," her expression fills with concern whilst a hand lowers to linger an inch above Lazariuss skin, motioning with her hand in a manner to trace the runes.

Mostly she was feeling for any kinds of energies that could link them to the identity of whatever charged and connected to the eye; Just to see if there was a presence hosted by this one way looking glass of a spell.

"So long as its active, our safety is in jeopardy. Unless one of you challenge the idea to not fear the unknown?"

[ J ] Jursol was listening as her eyes gazed again at the strange eye. Her thought were going a mile a minute over this. Why did she do this to him? Is she a true follower of the Old God? Does she want to use this man for her advantage even now? So many things to think about.

“Dis be a bad juju magic. However it’s still not clear if dis be a danger to us all, or ta him alone. Either way we must do something.” Jursol looked to the others to see what they had to say as well.

[ V.D ] Verzateas appreciative gaze would cast itself onto Jur, thankful atleast one person (so far) felt the gravity of the situation.

[ L.K ] “You my dear huntress are not wrong....everything Raelyndia did; she did to accelerate her own motives. There was nothing she did that benefited anyone other than herself.”. By this point Lazarius had clothed his upper body again to hide the grotesque mutation. His attention on the group still here.

“I have already taken the liberty of returning to the remains of the Kashebahl estate; which of course belonged to her prior to my conscription into her service. My efforts were unsuccessful at best.”

Kross knew Raelyndia well; probably better than any of them here. Once wed to her; killed in her madness to prolong his mortality, cursing him to remain a specter so she could always have him. And ironically herself being beheaded by the same man who set off the events of the Dawnseeker and Magistrate ordeal. Kross got his ultimate revenge when he decapitated Kelkiros sparring himself and Verzatea the misery of knowing the Hound still lives. The withered face of the old man frowned; he knew Lazarius was right.

“I know of one place yet to look but the ordeal will be...dangerous getting there...”. Lazarius looked to his trusted council; or what remained of it since some had not been heard from in many months, their duties always taking them far from home but never truly gone.

[ V.D ] A titter of laughter stirred in thr Confessor, amusement plain upon her slender features whilst she adopted an incredulous expression. Her tone carried her mirth true as she meanders toward her floating book to now take the book up into her arms; The soft sizzle of her manipulative magic would announce the cease of the spell, her quil now poised in her hand to jot notes personally.

"After all we've endured, Lazarius, you still have to wonder if we'd go the extra length for one another?"

She'd flash their leader a reassuring smile before glancing among the group who currently gathered, her tone encouraging.

"We are not a weak people. We have more heart and sense when together, family will always protect family--," her eyes linger on the fresher face of Pame whom held the Confessors stare, "No matter the length of your servitude."

With a clearing of her throat, the kaldorei bows her head toward Lazarius, a fist pushed against her chest whilst affirming, "My efforts are devoted to this cause, however you see me useful I will perform at my best. I will not fail you."

It was short, simple and filled with honesty; While Pame had her reservations, she still felt a sense of duty to serve the individuals present. While she didn't have the courage to befriend them all, it was enough for Pame that they even tolerated her presence here and now. That had to mean soemthing postive, right? Well... Regardless, she'd finally stride closer to the gathered party, lingering beside a smiling Verzatea whom only affectionately regailed toward the nervous kaldorei, "Well look whos finally warmed up," she pokes fun, earning a small strangled smile from Pame.

[ J ] Jursol turned to smile and nod to Pame before returning her focus to Laz.

“Da magic seems to be deeply imbedded into him. It has been by a very skilled user. Her magic still be strong with dis. Dis have been on him for too long. Something must be done. Da damage to him we can only guess. If there be a way to remove dis, we must not waste more time then needed.”

Knowing this woman was clearly known around here, Jursol then turned them.

“We be needing anything you all know about her that could help. I be sure together we can help our friend here.”

[ L.K ] "All that is known about Raelyndia. . .even in your extended years and ageless lifespan I could not begin to explain all that my former Mistress had accomplished Jursol." Lazarius remained somewhat direct in that affirmation.

"She conscripted Doctor Whistletorque to construct this structure and shield us from the outside world. She single handedly manipulated and conscripted nearly every dark magic user within the Quel'dorei nobility. She was an unstoppable force. . .one that has attempted to return several times in the past already. Once through a woman named Morynth who claimed she was her reincarnation. . .and again through a corrupted text within our Library...even the taint of her misfortunes. . .the Hound; Kelkiros who had slain her. . .returned to haunt us."

No Lazarius was not trying to be crass her, just direct. Jursol needed to know.

"Whatever she has done here is not simply for effect, it is an omen. NZoth has risen from the tides and plans to retake Azeroth for the Black Empire. This was Raelyndias hour of Twilight. I am willing to wager she would have done this to coincide."

Lazarius peered to Verza who he'd need not remark to. She was present since the rebirth of the Order. His nod was all that was needed. Pame was another story.

Lazarius peered at the Kaldorei for some time. It was Marseille who stepped beside her and made a similar salute which seemed to calm the dark eyed lord. He appreciated both of their contributions.

[ V.D ] The notion of an Old God risen was enough to sour Teas mood. She had devoted her lust for power into this order, before their fall and during their rebuild phase; All for their worship to their Gods to be cast aside and focused on the order itself... Just in time for what would have been the prime of their servitude to come forth in the form of an Old God riled from their cage and unleashed to cause havoc upon the world.

Though that irritation quietly fizzled and died down in her belly as she settled, content with the notion that the Nine were above chaos for the sake of chaos. They had genuine goals in mind, intentions to make a comfortable living for their dark, twisted hearts. Something which Raelyndias and Nzoth threatened strictly with their existence.

Pame roused to attention at the sensation of a looming figure finding place beside her. Out of instinct she'd fail her disicpline to sneak a peek, the sight instantly provoking a smirk to collect on her lips. It was becoming increasingly strange to find a friend in someone once deemed her nemesis, alas she'd quickly come to relax... Her arms moving to fold over her torso and over her bosom, silver eyes soaking in the scene of a weary looking Tea trying to preserve her strength to come forth as simply stressed.

The exhaustion in her eyes expressed a different sort of ailment, but of course Pame remained silent on that issue.

"So this is mostly a tactic for her to get into people's heads?" She questions Lazarius, willingly engaging in direct conversation, "If its meant to coincide with the rise of Nzoth, is this Raelyndias's intentions to provoke chaos, or was she more strategic and thoughtful than that?"

Quite suddenly would the nimble woman flinch at a building pang in the back of her mind, a migraine slowly taking effect. One which made Teas tone of voice come forth snippier and less warm as she regards,

"And it best to consider... With the rise of Nzoth, how prepared are we to repel such a haunt?" Golden eyes fixate on the location of the eye on Laz's torso, Teas nostrils flaring as she inhales deeply, beginning to jot down notes whilst wearing a scowl,

"Haunts refering to both issues at hand... Nzoth, and Raelyndias. Shall I configure a list of all our remaining followers to compile a decent team, or have you a group in mind already to deal with your pending idea for Raelyn? And among the others yet to be utilized, I must ask... Will we have any part in this world's war against Nzoth?"

Her eyes flicker from her notes to Lazarius, watching the gentleman patiently as she notes, "For if Nzoth breaches Azeroth, surely they'll come for the Nine. Everyone will be at the Black Empires mercy."

At this notion, Pame shuffles in discomfort, her long ears twitching briefly before glancing around the council.

"Few in number," Pame remarks, earning Teas glance in surprise at the sheer amount of confidence in her tone, "But not lacking in power. While the odds are against us I'd say we have a fighting chance.

“That does not mean we are by any means invincible and sure to come out champions in this impending doom. The sensible to do is plan for every scenario," Tea tuts, waggling her quill at Pame-- alas, the length of her quill feather was miscalculated by Tea as the tip would tickle across Pames cheek.

And might the faintest snicker be heard from the scornful Kaldorei who swiftly batted at the feather in a shooing motion. And then a cheekily smiling Tea would endure the halfhearted glare she'd receive from Pame gladly.

[ L.K ] “To answer all of your questions...my plans have not changed for us. I was certain that keeping the Nine free from the wars would ensure our survival. But nobody could have foreseen Sylvannis and the depths of her treacherous nature. She bested us all again.”. Lazarius would find a seat near the good gnomish doctor and relax for a moment. “...as you all know...”

He would pause and glance between his sister, Pame, Verza Marseille and Jursol.

His words were slow and calculated but weighted.

“With the rise of Nzoth multiple cells of cultists attacked. Our order remains in jeopardy IF. . . if Raelyndia has returned as well. I do not see this happening in a physical manifestation though. Kross and I recovered her skull, she is very much dead. But, that does not mean we are free from threats. Every day the Black Empire threatens our world; our lives and the lives of our flock remain in grave danger...”

Lazarius glances at his hands as he took a moment to breathe.

“With most of our council missing or out of commission; I issued and emergency edict to allow all soldiers and magic users freedom to leave. Temporary leave. To return under their former races banners to fight for Horde or Alliance...and help end N’Zoth.

We do not currently have any force to withstand a direct attack. And with our Blade Warden and Harbinger having most of our active military in Silithus, we remain at a loss. Those who chose to remain here do so to protect the students and their families. I won’t risk open war and put anyone here in harms way. The Bastille will continue to stand and be a bastion for those who are here; and any who come from the wake of this onslaught.”

He would yet again wonder if his actions were truly guided by the right decision but knew that without the people here he would not be able to say he was strong. These were his most trusted and dear friends in this room; and he would lean on them for support.

“The eye is a very unforeseen presence. And without a true start or destination; I don’t know how to proceed. As I said, my visit to my old estate yielded some hope but we must be careful how we move about.

If we start a hunt to find answers, exposing ourselves to the outside world, it will draw attention. Anytime we use our powers and magic outside of the Bastille, it is like lighting a beacon to our exact location. Cultists will swarm us....so a strike force...we will need to be extremely self sustaining without need for magic.”

[ J ] Jursol listened closely knowing full well the risk they were all at. She knew many were returning to battle once more, even here they were not free of this war.

“So der be some missing? Dat never be good.”

She knew the magic most used here could be a problem. Lucky for her she knew magic many don’t. After all what troll don’t know Voodoo!

“Voodoo be a different kinda magic. Da Loa even be different and can help. Perhaps dey be of use in protecting dis place.” Jursol looked to Laz to see if her peoples ways could be of use. After all Voodoo was not the same as others magic, so perhaps it would not draw attention to them.

[ L.K ] “I don’t doubt that the Loa are powerful in their own right, but I think we are fine here. The void forge is operating at maximum capacity.”. Lazarius said as his ears twitched. The man peered up from the table and slowly put his mummified hands against the table. Who else heard that?

“In fact Missth Jursthol, the Basthtilles defensthes are better than ever now. Nothing outsthide an enormousth meteor crashing through the earth these hundred milesth into us will hurt us....”.

Whistletorque answered to reassure them that his construction was sound.

[ K. A ] Koltun; with his usual manners, simply heaved open the library doors, striding in like he owned the place and leaving a trail of sand and dust in his wake. Unlike usual however, the Demon Hunters normally bare chest was wrapped in bandaging with a thick cotton shemagh wrapped about his shoulders, neck and covering his mouth. Wraps covered his hands and feet and dust, caked along the leather of his wings, flaked off freely, displaying heavy weathering from months in the dessert heat.

Exhausted, he immediately bee-lined for the jug of water to the side, glad to see formalities had remained enough through the recent chaos to allow for refreshments. Koltun guzzled the water down in heavy, desperate gulps, unashamed that a good portion splashed down his chest to the floor.

It wasn't until the jug was empty and a belch had announced his thirst was sated; for now, that he finally turned to face what remained of his motley family crew.

"So... what I miss?" He grunted, tipping the jug up to his tongue just in case he missed a drop.

[ L.K ] The moment Koltun walked in Lazarius braced himself against the table. The sun baked god walked directly into the room like a bronzed beacon of hope; ruining the rug and the floor and the another rug, and that jug and water yup, water all over another ruined rug.

“So....what I miss?”.

Lazarius heard those words and damn near leapt over the fucking table. He fell into the large arms of the demon and wrapped his own carefully beneath the wings on his back. He placed his head against the sun baked chest of his brother in law. Dark pools of black began to form as Lazarius allowed the bleeding tears of viscous ichor to fall from his face and stain Koltuns chest.

“Youre safe....” Lazarius whispered softly.

This would be a rare sight for all of them who witnessed their often brooding and dark leader showing such kindness. Lazarius did not cry. He did not grieve, nor did he show affection. Perhaps some would have witnessed a tender moment in their time with him but for the most part; this was a mysterious part of his character. But Koltun was his brother; in every meaning of the word.

“...and you...you...ruined another rug...” he said laughing through his tears and gripping bother sides of the demons face. Lazarius peered into where his eyes were with his own black pools; he knew they were looking right back. There was a smile of happiness, part of the flock had returned.

[ K.A ] "Oof!"

The hunter chuffed, nearly dropping the jug at the sudden, and rather surprising, impact of Laz's hug. In fact Koltun barely caught Laz as much as the jug, gripping hold of the man as a face was pressed into his chest and the jug dangled from a desperate pinky claw to the side.

"I hope I'm alive. If not at least I look better than Kross. Besides, I told you before. You cant get rid of me that easily." He gave a toothy grin and glanced towards the others, just as surprised at the display of unusual affection.

Neither man was prone to such displays and for both to wind up in a hug was nearly mind-blowing. Coughing, Koltun set the jug down and fumbled back a return hold, offering a gentle, reassuring pat to Laz's back. Even he could see the odd, viscous tears soaking through the bandaging covering his scaled flesh, the odd warmth of it drawing a sigh. Tilting his horned head as Laz looked up at him, he flashed his usual grin and shrugged.

"Consider it getting your money's worth. Honestly it didn't match the drapes." Said the creature who couldn't see true color anymore. "Sorry it took me so long to get back. The world has turned to shit."

[ J ] Jursol’s eyes went right to the sound of the man entering the room, Jimba seemed to make a strange sound in her arms. Remaining silent and watchful as the Hunter burst into the room making a mess. She was about to say something when she saw Laz rush the man, embracing him as family. Her laughter was not controlled as she watched the two men.

“Dis be a mess I not be cleaning up.” Her smile was gentle as she watched them still.

“Da world be going crazy right now. Good to see some are returning safely.”

[ L.K ] Lazarius had pulled away enough that he was able to look over the scars and damages of his brother. He frowned at the comment about how long it took.

“*Why didn’t you summon us? Or contact Kross through the pit? ... or even use your talisman to get back here?”.

He stopped and shook his head, realizing he was overloading the demon with questions.

“What happened to you?”

Lazarius peered at Koltun his face went pure stone. Something was missing. He immediately disregarded the question and moved straight to the largest gap missing here.

“Where is Pyravari...Koltun.”.

Lazarius gripped his shoulders and met him face to face .

“Where is our sister.”.

He was of course speaking for himself and Siida who was more than likely on edge too waiting to know at the back of the room.

To Be Continued: In Mind of Misery: Reflections, Part 4

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mymanskabu · 4 years

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Kabu One-Shot

Overworked

Anonie requested: ❝may i ask for a headcanon scenario of a young Kabu like twenty-ish getting his injuries healed by a worried reader and him realizing that he loves her and confessing to her?❞

× Reader has healing magic or--

× Jk, I get whatchu mean I think. I struggled with how to start this one, I thought about making it bullet points but then it says "scenario" and I was like well...

× I enjoyed writing it though and thanks for requesting! Sorry it took long! Also short warning to anyone reading: its in third person! Not sure if that impacts the story to any readers but thought I should mention it!

Enjoy!

Kabu was at a point where he was still trying to grasp what works best for him and his Pokemon. He was surprised to be getting interviews considering that he always seems to lose in the end. He still felt a good amount of confidence in his battle style though, not only had he been invited from Hoenn, he also had a close battle with the Champion. Even if he did lose total self-assurance, (Name) wouldn't let him give up, because s/he has complete faith in his battle style.

(Name) was one of the first people he had met when he arrived, s/he was a traveler. S/He had been living in Galar for a long time now because many things about the region were still a mystery to him/her. Kabu was intrigued by her/his stories when he first heard him/her telling them to young and curious children. He exhaled sharply then went up to him/her to ask about the travel stories and told him/her that he was from Hoenn. Her/His reaction to that was welcoming, Kabu felt like he had found someone trustworthy and that only continued to grow as they continued as friends.

Kabu could usually be found training in Hulbury or in the second Galar Mine. He found that water types usually resided there and they made for great training partners because of the type advantage they had. Though he trained hard, he wasn't getting the results he wanted and when he attempted to win against the Champion, victory moved a bit beyond his reach each time, over and over again. He only knew training, that and trying to learn from every loss. That was his mindset, a difficult one to keep to since the losses were slowly becoming frustrating and he started feeling very impatient.

Kabu never wanted to overwork his Pokemon but he tended to overwork himself. He doesn't run away from his problems yet he does his early runs as if he was doing just that. Of course, one of the first people to notice the change in demeanor was (Name), s/he attempted to talk to him a few times. Kabu didn't want him/her to feel down because of him so he tried to avoid (Name), but he underestimated just how persistent his friend was.

"Try everything and there is sure to be a path forward," He repeated this to himself while running through the Galar Mine No. 2. He said that during an interview and he was trying to follow his own advice. He kept thinking of different battle strategies late into the night, while jogging, and while falling. He never realized how tired and distracted he was, he didn't notice a hole ahead of him and his foot sunk into it.

He went to get up, leaning on his forearm to push himself up but he ends up on the ground again. There was gash on his arm, he probably got it from one of the crystals sticking out from the cave walls. Using the arm hurt a lot, he didn't know what to do and laid there until the sight of (Name) came into view. He thought he was hallucinating at first but when he felt her/his hands gently lift his arm he couldn't hold back the sigh of relief that he exhaled.

"I knew you were going to hurt yourself somehow, you've been avoidant these days you know?" He only nodded at his/her question, he wouldn't deny something that was true. S/He chuckled as s/he shook her head and took out a red box from his/her bag. "I'm going to help you sit up, alright?"

Once he was in a sitting position s/he took out soemthing to wrap his arm in. Before that, s/he made sure s/he had tended to his wound properly. "People here would say something like: first you make sure there's no excessive bleeding, put disinfectant, then you clean it the most you can, wrap it up, and Bob's your Uncle!" S/he laughed. "I'm not even sure I used that right. Smile or something Kabu, bet it would make you more of a ladykiller."

"I have told you on multiple occasions that I do not know what you're talking about and to leave me alone. How did you know I would be here?" S/he finished wrapping up arm then took out a towel.

"You told me your schedule, plus you only train in two places you know." S/He moved closer to him and brushed the towel against his forehead then with the same gentle hands, ran the towel through his dark hair. "You have surprisingly soft hair." After tousling his hair, s/he backs away from him. "I think this is evidence that you don't use just any random shampoo!"

S/He knew what Kabu was going through but refused to bring it up until perhaps later. Right now his/her focus was to get Kabu to rest and if he decides to talk about how he felt then s/he would listen. (Name) would do almost anything for him, s/he would always find some sort of excuse to be with him so when Kabu started avoiding (Name) s/he was saddened by it. Yet s/he knew s/he wanted to do whatever s/he could to help him get to a point where he regains faith in his own potential.

Kabu watched him/her make sure the arm was wrapped well enough once again. Had s/he always had such nice eyes? His/Her hands were warm and soft against his skin, he wondered if his/her lips felt similar. His curiousity continued to wander even when s/he was finished and grinned at him. Had that always made his heart beat a little faster than usual? It felt like a natural reaction, it took him until now to realize the impact s/he had on him. How his/her presence was constantly something that made Kabu feel better.

"Hey, stop that." S/he poked his forehead, causing him to raise a brow. "I'm not used to handsome men staring at me for that long." His/Her honesty made his eyes widen then soften as the corners of his lips twitched upwards.

"I would hope that other men in general don't stare at you for too long." Kabu managed to get up with his/her help. He was happy to have caused the red tint appearing on (Name)'s exposed ears.

"Listen, you know you can talk to me, right?" S/He asked worriedly. "I got you, like you've always been there for me. I'll be doing the same so kick my door down with no hesitation whenever you need to."

"Thank you," He replied a bit lowly. "You have never been one to turn me down when I needed assistance. Depite being irritating at times, especially when I had dropped to the Minor Division, you have never let me down."

"That's what a friend is supposed to do."

"By any chance," He said promptly after his/her sentence, "Would you be willing to give me the opportunity to be your boyfriend instead?" S/He stopped walking completely to look at Kabu in the eyes.

"You're serious?"

With absolutely no hesitation Kabu said, "Yes, will you let me take you out on a date?" Silence followed as s/he tried to calmly agree to dating him. S/He never in the time s/he's known Kabu think that he would return his/her feelings. It was a dream come true, as cheesy as it may sound.

"I am... I would love to."

"Good, because it seems that I'm in love with you and will be for a long time."

#I LOVE KABU #gosh #hdhdjd #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon shield #pokemon sword #pokemon #swsh kabu #pokemon kabu #kabu #kabu swsh #kabu pokemon #swsh #pokemon swsh #sword and shield #request #oneshot

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forthemultiverse · 5 years

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Could Halo Be A Mole?

Young Justice Season One has given me serious trust issues – and Season Two didn’t do anything to fix that: Kaldur, Jaime, Lex at the end of the season, etc, but anyway, I just don’t buy Terra as being this season’s big betrayal. The Judas Contract is so well known at this point that even if they didn’t show us, we would’ve all know she was with Slade. Dr Jace is a pretty good candidate for a later betrayal, but that wasn’t subtle either; the fact she was technically working with Bedlam at the start of the season, taking Halo's DNA, wanting to be with the kids so much, and the mentioning of her lost child.

I started to think about the Young Justice on Apokolips story in the comics, and, well Greta Hayes has a biggish role, yet in Earth-16, she's be shown as just a ghost. Obviously, the show isn’t comics accurate and they could completely leave this aspect of the story out, but that didn’t stop me from falling down a research rabbit hole, and now, I reckon Halo could potentially be the twist betrayal of the Season following a storyline that takes moments from Greta’s.

There were a few things that drew me to Halo when thinking about a mole,

S3E1 – she let the assassins in, she’s shocked and taken captive which implies it’s an accident, but the guy who actually killed them was a suicide killer. Bedlam used him then killed him and she could be in the same situation. The Wiki said she had a job and was just afraid of the guards, which is why she was hiding but I do not buy that. It looked like she was trying to steal something in that scene.

Her memory problems, why create a character with no memories and then have those memories mean literally nothing? I’m waiting for them all to come back and for there to be some big bombshell in them.

The New Genesis/Apokolips connection formed by making her part Motherbox

The comment Silas Stone made about how technology can be neither good nor bad, it’s the user that’s responsible (I’ll come back to this point).

The Scene in Triptych after Halo goes Dues Ex Machina white and gets Brion back off Shade, well, the way Forager says ‘Halo happened’ wasn’t happy, it sounded like he was concerned/scared, like there was a ‘…’ at the end of the sentence. Brion and Halo smiled at each other which caused Forager to smile too, but considering he’s the one from New Genesis, if he’s worried, I’m going to be a little worried too.

Conner literally says, ‘we can’t let a girl in with no memories, she might be brainwashed or soemthing and we don’t want another Red Arrow situation’

Finally, more of a random thought I had, The Judas Contract has; a Markovian Royal, a relationship, and betrayal, so, what if, instead of the royal betraying the person who’s romantically interested in them (Terra and Gar), it’s the royal that gets betrayed by his girlfriend (Brion and Halo). It fits well since Perdita/Gardita is there and there doesn’t seem to be a reason to break them up. After working out those things, I started to research things that could be similar between Greta/Secret and Halo – by the way, I’m gonna refer to her as Halo because…well her ‘human’ name changes.

Some Similarities: Can’t remember their lives before their superhero ones, rescued by then joined teams, have powers connected to life and death, and have been separated from their powers at the end of their stories before (or well, Halo’s become two beings, one human and one super)

Not relevant to the story but I thought it was a nice coincidence: Greta went by Suzie because when the YJ girls were talking about getting her a name, Cissie suggests using one of hers (Suzanne) and on Earth-16, she gets dubbed Violet by Brion and then takes Harper from Will Harper – they both get their names from their new friends.

Now, details from the YJ Darkseid comic story: The team ended up on Apokolips (due to some things to do with fighting on earth) and Tower of Babel had just happened which lead to mistrust in Tim, who was the leader at the time.

While The Team is mentally tortured, Greta is taken to speak to Darkseid, who reveals her backstory and real name. He offers to be her mentor. The team escape with the help of an army of Lobo's, she doesn't tell them anything other than her real name.

Later on, the team says no to rescuing her dad (he killed her brother so’s in jail) She does it anyway and goes into a fit of rage, vanishes to accept Darkseid's offer.

The team prepare to go against her as she starts absorbing life (I think that's what she does, I can't remember, she's doing something bad that I'm pretty sure is killing a lot of things) Tim talks her down and appeals to the good in her. She breaks down crying and fixes everything she did.

Darkseid punishes her by taking away all her powers and immortality, not realising that being normal is all Greta ever wanted to be.

Not sure where in the timeline this bit is: Greta's dad is possessed by her brother when she saves him, and he chucks them both into a fire, seemingly killing them both, and I think that's when Greta goes to Apokolips and the team are told to take her betrayal as a lesson by their mentor (Snapper Carr - the guys who’s at M’gann and Conners house all the time)

Season Three is about the Anti-Life Equation and Meta-Human Trafficking, so this type of betrayal storyline doesn’t have to happen, but like I said earlier, trust issues, so hear me out. I don’t think Halo is secretly evil or anything, but you have to consider the Motherbox of it all, because that is connected to the Anti-Life Equation, and being part Motherbox is going to have some kind of effect on Halo’s character arc/morals.

Things To Know About Motherboxes

New Genesis-based, and though the people who created them are known, their true nature and origin aren’t.

Provide user with unconditional love, to the point they self-destruct when the owner dies (NOT MAKING THIS BIT UP) and can only be made by beings of New Genesis and Apokolips

Who is the owner Halo’s Motherbox since she’s died multiple times and it’s not blown up. A few people have Motherboxes – like Orion (Darkseid’s son) who is the defender of New Genesis, and in the past, DS has switched his box to try and control him.

Coming back to that Silas comment, tech isn’t good or evil, it’s the user, well who is her user???

A Motherbox saved Darkseid after he was defeated by Doomsday

Get their powers from life-giving sources

Fatherboxes: Apokolips based, can bring people under Darkseid’s influence, get their power from the Anti-Life Equation

So, Victor keeps going bad because of the Fatherbox, but the Motherbox makes him good? Surely that could be a two-way thing, and Motherboxes could go bad?

And here’s what I think could happen in Season Three B,

We’ve been shown Bart going through an enemy boom tube in the trailer, and considering Granny Goodness is a Darkseid Agent, we can predict that he ends up on Apokolips (I could go into detail about Bart’s fear of dying that caused him to retire for a bit in the comics but not relevant). If he, and the meta’s with him, need rescuing, Halo could end up on Apokolips too. While others are captured, she comes face to face with Darkseid, who gives her memories of her old life and offers her a place on his side. Whether she says yes or no doesn’t really matter, because she can now be crashing into an identity crisis or having to fight ‘Halo’/Motherbox for control of her body. Her Motherbox could also be corrupted by Darkseid during this conversation, something slipped on her arm, in a drink, just his mind entering the boxes.

Darkseid could be using her Motherbox to spy on the team without Halo even knowing, all Roy Season One, or she could just eventually give in and let the Motherbox take control of her. Once losing control she becomes a minion of Darkseid and the team now need to find a way to separate her.

(Angst on how people feel as not everyone realises she’s being controlled at first and just thinks he betrayed them)

To separate Halo from the Motherbox, it could go very Greta like, the team get a breakthrough with her and Darkseid punishes her by stripping the Motherbox side of her, leaving her normal. I’d kinda like that? Maybe? Because she’d get to be happy and live a normal life, she could still return to the Team eventually, using technology like Rockets (Yes I lowkey want Rocket to get to mentor someone just so she can be back in the story a little lol)

Another option is Dr Helga Jace. I already mentioned that she seemed shady, and she really does, she gets even shadier when you research her.

CW Black Lightning has her as a character: involved with illegal experiments, lost rights to see her child, made an anti-ageing serum for Tobias Whale (remember when I mentioned him in Halo research earlier?? – he’s with Intergang by the way, the people who had a Fatherbox in Season Two)

Prime Earth: she’s neither good or evil, appeared in Suicide Squad comics, the team that Halo joined.

New Earth: Royal Markovian Scientist, secretly a member of the Manhunter Cult, installed a psychic control on Metamorpho before using him to attack the Outsiders, helped Halo get her memories back.

Now, that mention of psychic control made me think back to Halo in Prime Earth…she was being mind controlled by the Kobra Cult…huh. The reason she got free of the mind control was because a scientist double-crossed the Kobra Cult. HUH.

And Tobias Whale…a Black Lightning villain…who hired Syonide to kill Halo and her parents…

Pause to explain why this little bit is important, sorry for all the info dumping, Syonide isn’t some super prominent assassin in the DC Universe, but she killed Violet Harper, her parents, and she was sent to kill a Russian Scientist that Phantom Lady was protecting (I promise this could actually be relevant). Obviously, Dr Jace isn’t Russian, she’s Markovian, but considering that scientist doesn’t even have a name, I don’t think it’s that much of a problem if she took his place. Reason why this could actually be important, one it connects another scientist to Halo, but also, Phantom Lady was going to lose, Syonide had teamed up with Merlyn to kill this person, and WALLY WEST FLASH saved them.

So, I think Dr Jace is shady, research points that she probably is, but after she’s revealed to have still been dabbling in meta-human experiments, she could bargain with the Team. They need her as an insider to save Halo. She double-crossed the bad guys to get Halo back in control of herself (like the scientist who did it in the Kobra Cult story) and when Darkseid comes to get her, the Team, specifically Dick, Artemis, and Conner, are in charge of protecting her, they start to get a little overwhelmed and started talking about how much easier it used to be and how much they miss their old team, and boom, Wally has a lightning rod to come back from the speed force to help them. Happy Reunion and Halo’s no longer evil. Wooo. That last bit’s just a hope because I miss Wally, but I stand by Dr Jace being key to helping the team while still being morally grey. Plus, if she gets Halo back to normal pretty quickly, Halo could then be a spy for the team, a way to get one over on Darkseid.

Terra gets her Slade plot, but it could play out as an upward arc: she’s betraying them of her own choice and regrets it so bad once she gets to know everyone. She comes to their side, everyone thinks they’re in the clear because they’ve got the mole! Then Halo’s revealed to be with Darkseid. It would be such a good twist and the set-up is there.

Let me know what you think of this theory! (Doubt anyone’s actually gonna read it all but I had to get it all down lmao)

Anyway: Here’s my insanity board though I doubt it’s good enough quality to really be read

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Survivor ~ Graydon

A/n: I didn’t know if his name was Braydon or Graydon so.... here goes I guess. Also it’s kind of a rushed ending and it’s just because I really liked this idea but like... I wrote this over like. Week and forgot some of the movie and lost momentum for writing it, so I hope that you guys enjoy this :)

Summary: Being locked up with your dad as you both wither away to nothing slowly but surely isn’t ideal. The first chance she gets’ she’s gone. When her father doesn’t follow, she makes an instant choice to bond with one of her rescuers, and it soon drives her to far reaches and crazy lengths. But who wouldn’t do whatever it took to survive with a cute boy, right?

Pairings: Graydon x female!reader

Song Suggestion: “Famous Last Words” by My Chemical Romance

MASTERLIST

I didn’t have the energy to move, so when I heard the lock turning I just closed my eyes, accepting my fate. Dad had been wrong. They’d gotten smarter and had found us. Or they were just trying to see what was in here. Did they need clothes? Blankets? Or did the warmth in the blood they ate satiate their sensitivity to the cold? If that was the case maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to eat another person. My old man was milliseconds from losing it. It wouldn’t be a big deal...

The door opened and there wa as gasp, a hand on my arm. I whimpered, recoiling, waiting for the hold on me to tighten as hands dug into my abdomen and teeth sunk into my arm. Neither came. In fact, the hand dropped my arm immediately. There was a swish and my dad started so I knew he’d been exposed. I opened my eyes, looking over to see two men bundled up, trying to calm my flailing father.

Didn’t take the old man more than a second longer than it took me to realize these people were not one of Them. These people were too controlled, curious, and concerned. Too humane. My eyes moved as the hand come back, pushing my hair out of my face. “Hey,” a soft voice greeted. I smacked my lips, trying to talk and respond, but my mouth had long ago gone too dry to respond. “Let’s sit up.” He offered me his hand and I took it, letting him pull me to a sitting position. He then reached around and I tensed before he came back, a water pouch in his hand. “Here,” he offered. I took it, not caring whether it was poisined or not. I would die either way so who cared if I died of poison or of human limitation?

The second the water hit my mouth I was sucking it down and the boy next to me took it back again. “Whoa whoa whoa,” one of the other men by my father mumbled at the same time. “Don’t drink all of it in one go. Won’t do you any good if you’re weighed down and sick from drinking too much after you hasn’t had any in so long.”

The man not offering water to my father looked at the boy next to me. “Is she okay?”

“Yeah,” I croaked, wincing at the pain as the words bubbled through my raw throat. The second man smiled at me, nodding. He recognized my ability to, at the very least, answer for myself. A good sign. It also meant he now had to direct his questions at me.

He moved closer. “My name is Sam,” the man greeted. “These are my friends, Briggs and Graydon.” He pointed first to the man who had offered my father water and then to the boy ho had offered water to me. I filed their names into my brain, forcing them to stick. I would not forget the people who had saved me.

“My name is-“

“No!” My father croaked. I looked at hm angrily. “If you choose to ever listen to me in your lifetime, do so now,” the old man chided warningly. “We don’t know if we can trust these people.”

I rolled my eyes, my emotions coming back weakly as the words and warmth followed the water. “You’re paranoid, old man,” I snapped. “They saved us. We would have died without them. If they wanted to eat us we’d be gone and if they wanted us dead all they’d have to do is leave us behind. There’s no logical reason for someone who means harm to us to help us as they have.”

The old man glared back at me. “You’ve had your voice back for thirty seconds and you’re already back talking me.”

Briggs chuckled. “Father and daughter?”

“How could you tell?” I asked, my head lolling back as I slowly popped my neck, trying to stretch my joints as well as I could. “I mean I know the regular situation is ‘you have his eyes’ or ‘your noses match’ but I’m sure the insanity I inherited from him gave us away, huh?” The other men actually laughed and I could tell that we’d get along. Before everyone had died it had been teased that I was the sunlight in a dark world. Warm and caring and hilarious. A lot of people liked to have me around to cheer everything up. Now, after watching all of my friends and family be eaten alive, their screams still echoing in the back of my head and maybe not-so-much-of-a-joke insanity eating at the edge of my brain... At least my sarcasm and sass could make people laugh. I hadn’t lost my touch, just changed my strategy.

I leaned against something as the trio talked to my father, switching information and getting everyone caught up. Everyone moved toward the screen as my father went to show them the broadcast of Paradise and as the boy - Graydon - went to follow, he suddenly paused and then stopped next to me, craning his neck to see what was going on from his spot by my side. “Whoa,” he whispered, his body leaning forward, giving away how much he wanted to be closer.

“You can go,” I told him. “I’ll be fine by myself.”

Something must have given me away in my face because he looked at me a second before shaking his head. “You’ve been alone waiting to die for too long. I’m not leaving.” I didn’t know if it was him or me that took more comfort from the other’s presence, but I instantly felt better and didn’t urge him to leave again. He was right. I hadn’t completely alone in this room, but a lunatic like my father really wasn’t much company.

It made me briefly wonder if I was crazy and it just hadn’t manifested yet. I’d seen my dad stare at me like I was a meal and knew that if I didn’t keep an eye on him he’d turn on me. I knew HE was crazy by the things he bailed about and the ideas that came out of his mouth. He’d been crazy before They came. You could see it in the way he stood and the way he talked and the way he moved. You could see it in the folds in the fabric that made his body, soul, and person. How could you tell if you were crazy without that silent bodily context?

Graydon scooted closer, his shoulder bumping mine to try and knock me out of my thoughts. “Thanks,” I mumbled. He nodded.

When it was time to go, I volunteered to go first. Graydon helped me to my feet and then we were walking, him guiding me as I got the feeling back in my feet. They had fed us soemthing small too and I already felt my body arguing to lay back down but I knew that if I lay down I wouldn’t be able to get up again and then I’d rot away in this one room and die. Or worse, They’d find us and then I’d spend my last moments weak, helpless, and in complete pain.

When we were all out, I turned back to see Sam suddenly shoved, tumbling into me. I caught him and then he stabilized himself and returned the favor, catching me as my knees gave out. The door slammed and locked and we all turned to face it. “Shit,” Sam cursed.

“He locked it,” Graydon grunted.

There was a pause before Briggs looked at me. I shook my head, shooting down the question in his eyes. He won’t come. No matter what we do, he wouldn’t come. Briggs sighed. “Leave him,” he told the others. There was a loud knocking and I gasped, going completely stiff. Vivid images colored in sickly vibrant reds and suffocatingly dark blacks filled my head and I shivered. It was Them. Oh god I was out where they could get me again. I took a step toward the door then forced myself to stop. I had to get out. Hiding wouldn’t bring me anything but a slow death with a mad man I’d once called my father.

Briggs began to move toward the noise, Sam immediately following. Graydon went to follow and I reached out, grabbing his wrist. My heart was racing, fear coursing through my veins. “Don’t go!” I called, the three men looking back at me.

“Why not?” Sam asked.

“They’re down there,” I told him, my eyes begging them to understand the words I couldn’t form. “They... they eat... they killed everyone to eat.” I shivered again, leaving against the wall as my legs turned to jelly at the very thought of going toward where They were. “Please, it’s not something you can’t understand just from what I’m saying. It’s not something you need to see.”

Sam frowned. “They eat... people?” My hands curled, fingers turning into claws against the wall. I nodded and Briggs and Sam exchanged a look. I looked at Graydon who was already looking at me. He moved closer, trying to comfort me but not sure how to do it.

“You okay?” He asked. He immediately cringed. “I know you’re not I just mean... you’re willing to leave your dad behind?”

That surprised me. “I lost him a long time ago,” I reasoned. His frowned deepened. “Just... please don’t leave me.” I wasn’t one to be vulnerable, but I knew that I couldn’t lose him. Any of them. I’d already lost everyone else. I LIKED these people. If I was on my own again it would be absolute Hell. I hadn’t even been truly alone, not a single person around to look at in times of hopelessness. If they were gone, the loneliness is all I would have. And I don’t think I could bring myself to fight for that.

After seeing the look in my eyes, his face set and he nodded. “Promise.”

That set me at ease. Briggs moved, catching both of our attention. “Can you shoot a gun?” He offered me the weapon and I looked at it with the slightest of pauses before nodding, taking it. He stepped close, pointing things out. “Safety, trigger... pull that when you want to shoot. Safety’s off so be careful.” I nodded. “Let’s go,” he mumbled, turning away from the noise and toward the exit and I relaxed. “Let’s get out of here before they find us.”

We were moving again but a second after we took a step I heard my dad ram against the door, screaming my name at the top of his lungs. I gasped, skittering away. Graydon was immediately right against me, his body then moving in front of me.

After a few beats, Sam chuckled. We all looked at him like he was insane. “Got brave all of a sudden, hm, Graydon?”

Graydon glared but there was a sudden awkwardness in him that made me wonder how accurate Sam’s statement had been. “Guess it’s easier to be brave when there’s something to fight for,” I mumbled. “Maybe he didn’t want to come in or be here, but he has to get out now.” Sam looked at me like I hadn’t quite got what he’d meant and maybe I hadn’t. Sam’s smile and Graydon taking a step away from me seemed so out of place and nonsensical that it didn’t add up in my mind as I tried to draw a conclusion as to what Sam was insinutaing.

My dad started smashing against the door again, violent and loud. “Let’s go,” Briggs muttered darkly as I tensed, the split second of almlst light heartedness completely disappearing in a second as screeching voices echoed in the distance.

We were running now, me leading the group because I knew the layout of the base I’d once called home better than they did, especially while panicked and running. We were about twenty feet from escape when a body landed from the ceiling. I gasped, my eyes going wide as an arm tugged me back. All I saw was black as guns went off. My hands flew to cover my ears and I pressed my face into Grayson’s back. When the fight cleared, the groans echoing from behind us made me lock up.

Graydon turned, pulling me after him. No one had to say anything- the four of us took off. We ran and ran and kept running until we hit outside, where we only stopped because Briggs has to blow up the opening. "Keep going!" Sam yelled, motioning at me and Graydon when I whined, hopping from foot to foot. I didn’t pause, turning and taking off, and Graydon was only too happy to follow.

Running through snow was not easy. My feet kept sinking and catching in the holes and I almost tripped several times. When we finally got to the bridge, both of us were having a hard time breathing. We got across when I finally stopped, not able to go any further. "We got over the bridge," Graydon gasped. "Let’s wait here for Sam and- and Briggs." He said his words between gasping breaths. I nodded and he kneeled next to me.

The world was spinning and I groaned. "Graydon I... I don’t feel... so good."

He looked at me and then back at the bridge. There was a pause and then a loud explosion. I shivered as the air hit me from whatever had happened and then something hit me over the head and I was out cold. The world was gone and I fell into black.

It was dark when I woke up but unlike I’d g-them use to, it wasn’t cold. I was laying comfortably on soemthing soft, a thick blanket over me. A door opened and I looked over to see Graydon walking in with a bag in his hand. "You’re up," he greeted, smiling. He sat next to me on a beaten down chair, offering the bag. "Food. You hungry?" I nodded, taking it from him.

"Thank you." I reached in and pulled out a lumpy sandwich, smiling. It was the most delicious thing I’d laid eyes on in weeks.

I dug in and he chuckled. "Don’t eat too fast, you might choke." After a few bites and swallows, it was gone. "Shit, a girl who can eat her food. You continue to impress." He seemed awkward, a weird lilt to his voice that I couldn’t quite pin.

My head tilted. "Are you sick? You keep looking at me weird."

Graydon rose a hand, running it through his hair. "Guess Sam was right," he sighed. I rose my eyebrow. "I... know I don’t know you well, but... but I kinda- well-"

His face went red and I scooted close, pushing the blanket and the food to the side to plant my feet on the ground, leaning my elbows on my knees so I could reach out to him when I pressed the back of my hand to his forehead. "Now you’re red, and your face is kind of warm. Maybe you are-"

"You’re beautiful." I froze, my hand still on his head as I met his eyes. It was suddenly very apparent how close we were. "And you saved our asses back there," he added quietly. "We got out a lot faster than we would have if we’d ins[ected like they had planned and soemthing really bad could have happened. We’re back at base and Sam found the clearing where there might actually be a good place to restart normal life on Earth. We’ve been waiting for you to wake up so we can go. Whenever you’re ready, we-"

"You said I was beautiful." My hand dropped to my knee and he swallowed. His eyes were wide, full of fear, and I couldn’t help but note that he was very attractive. I sat back. "I’m flattered and... and I haven’t had real company in a long time. But Gray... I... I’m really messed up. Looks aren’t everything."

His lips tugged as he fought a smile. "I’m not asking you to have sex with me, it was just the truth. I would like to get to know you. You’re strong and brave- it amazes me. You sat in the same spot for DAYS and then got up and ran faster than ever I could in the far below freezing weather without proper warmth and you just... took it so well. We thought you were dead when you didn’t wake up for four days, constantly taking your pulse and checking your breathing... I don’t know."

A shyness I hadn’t experienced in a long time bubbled and poked, my body hinting at a possibility. His promise ring out to me, the idea of always having someone by my side at all times and through everything - especially in the way that I hadn’t had the time to allow myself to think of but had wanted for as long as I remembered - was promising. It was good. I smiled. "Sure, Gray. I’d love to get to know you."

"And no pressure," he added. "If we become just friends, then it’s just friends." He laughed, shaking his heads. "I didn’t think this was how this whole thing would go down but I also didn’t realize how awkward I was around a pretty girl, so here we are." I blushed and he reached out, the pads of his fingers gently moving across the tinted skin before slipping a piece of hair behind my ear. His hand dropped. "I like that nickname by the way. I’ve gotten Aydon but never Gray."

We sat in quiet for a few seconds before he pointed to the food and conversation continued as I picked up my sandwich again and continued eating. Despite the terrible circumstances we’d met under and the awkward beginning to our relationship... I didn’t mind. There was a lot more to someone than just looks, and I was pleasantly surprised to find out that Graydon wasn’t just looks. We had a lot ahead of us but for now, this was fine. But, I have to say, I was excited for the future. For the first time in a very long time.

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