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darthlorddiamond · 4 years

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Armitage Hux NSFW Alphabet (Part 1)

This is the first part of this alphabet, you can find here the second part.

Armitage Hux One Shots MASTERLIST.

Black Diamond´s Story MASTERLIST.

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

From the first time you had sex, Hux proved that aftercare for him is super important. Throughout his life, this man suffered a lot of rejection, so having a time to have some pleasant physical contact for him means a lot and being honest, it was something you didn´t expect, is the man so serious and distant that he paints being in the Comand Bridge, what you least expected was that he was such a dedicated person with aftercare.

As a rule, it´s he who prepares everything just for you to enjoy with him: he´ll run a tub of hot water for taking a bath together and while you dry, he´s usually preparing something for dinner and almost always, he´ll cuddle you once you´re in bed, nothing in the world will allow you to leave his side after having sex if you´re in one of your quarters.

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

To him it´s your waist, and he´ll not miss any opportunity to touch it, either by placing one of his hands on your lower back while you´re in the hallways or on the Command Bridge, surrounding you from behind and holding it with both hands while pressing his chest with your back or holding it tight while having sex.

For you, his neck and shoulders, you just love how toned they´re and how his whole body has goosebumps when you kiss his neck.

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

Hux just loves to make you cum, with his hands, his mouth or his cock, he doesn't care about the way, what for him is the most important thing is to hear your moans, his name as you reach your peak, how your back arches. Whenever you have sex he´ll do everything to make you cum, it´s a personal goal, however, his favorite way to get you to that point, is while he eats you, whenever he can he´ll try it and never miss an opportunity to tell you that your juices are pretty sweet to him.

For you, well, nothing makes you feel more proud than making Hux cum, because whenever this man happens, he turns into pudding in your arms, either with your hands or with your mouth, however, what you like the most is to feel its hot seed filling you.

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

The truth is that this man is always starved for physical contact. So your caresses and praises will always have him at your feet, a fact that led you to develop a strange dominatrix dynamic, for him you´ll always be the one who takes the baton of everything that happens in your bed and he´ll always do what you say and of the way you say. Only on very specific occasions will be Hux the one who dominates and when he does, OMGs, he becomes a complete beast.

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

Honestly, it's not like you have much experience. Come on, Hux has spent most of his life trying to prove that he´s good at something and started doing it from a very young age, so most of his days he has done nothing but work to achieve it. It isn´t mean that he´s a virgin, he even had some casual encounters during his youth at the Academy, but nothing beyond that.

As for you, well, life as a user of the Force isn´t gives you enough time to have a super full private life, and the few adventures that you got, to say the truth, were not good enough.

But this isn´t something that stops you, it´s something that encourages you to discover yourselves through the other, so you´re both more than willing to experiment and try new things.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

The favorite position of both is when you´re riding him.

For him, that you´re on top of him can drive him crazy, especially if you are half-naked just covering your torso with one of his garments open in front, he loves to hold your waist, see how your nipples are marked on the fabric of his shirt or how the fabric moves to the beat of your breasts, that you lean on him, and grab him by his legs, abdomen or chest, see how your cunt rises and falls throughout his length, but what can make him cum in seconds is that you get down and moan in his ear.

For you, seeing him completely dissolved below you is all you've lived for, that one of the most feared men in the entire First Order is at your mercy, imploring you not to stop, begging you to give him more. But what you like the most is when he straightens up to kiss your chest or hold your whole body close to his.

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

Zero goofy, neither one. It´s the only serious aspect that both keep.

You can range from super dirty talking to the most romantic things in the world, but you´ll never make a joke before, during or after having sex.

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

Everything in Hux is super well aligned, from his hair to his uniform that will always be impeccable to his intimate grooming. If not completely shaved, his body hair will be highly trimmed, with nothing out of place.

As for you, depilation to the root, there is no more.

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

All occasions that you have sex are super intimate, no matter the type: even if it´s super romantically and passionately (because there are occasions that are so, for Hux you´re his adoration, so there will times when he truly makes love to you) until the ones when you become a complete mistress to him.

Intimacy is vital within your sex life since your entire relationship is based on a bond of utmost mutual trust.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Masturbating wasn't originally a thought that will cross Hux's mind, but after he met you, and even before he established any kind of bond with you, it became a frequent activity for him. Even after you started having sex, he continues to do it, thinking of you or remembering one of your particular sex sessions, especially when you´re away from him on a mission.

As for you, you love to masturbate him, any time you could do it, you´ll do it, in his office, in an empty hallway, anywhere. You don´t masturbate too much, the truth is that you´re quite satisfied with the performance of Hux in bed, but when it comes to receiving, you don´t allow Hux to do it anywhere, it has to be exclusively in your quarters.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Although it was made clear from the beginning that in your relationship your role was dominant, it wasn't until later that Hux felt confident asking you to experience new things, especially pegging. When he asked you for the first time, he felt a little ashamed but since it was something he wanted to do, you accepted without any problem, added to the fact that for Hux you´re the only person in whom he has placed his total trust and knows perfectly that you would know how to carry it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Wherever you can. His office, an empty meet room, your quartes... This man doesn´t miss a single opportunity to put his mouth on yours and his hands on your body and much less will he miss an opportunity to fuck you.

His favorite places: his desk, you sit on it with him standing between your legs and, obviously, your quarters, where you´ll give all the furniture a very good use.

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

For you both, anything can turn you on at any time, you don´t need an excuse to enter the mode.

For him, seeing you sitting at meetings with your well-designed uniform to fit your entire body can drive him crazy, or that you receive him in your room by standing in front of him and ordering him to kneel is gonna put him super hard on seconds.

For you, well, since he gets up and puts on his uniform, you´re already thinking about how to take it off.

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hatsukeii · 4 years

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hello! could you possibly do a scenario where tsukki has a secret passion for dancing, n one of his favs genres to listen to is like 80's music ?? i prefer it to be like raining n dark, just you two. i want tsukki n the girl to be like rly good friends, but tuskki lowkey likes her jus a bit n the girl is like totes in love with him, but they dont rly know about each other, until they like kiss after the songs stops. wkhsjdbf idk if this is too much but i love your writing sm!! thank you. 🥺❤

Okay that’s super cute so don’t worry lool

80s and indie music are SUPERIOR NO ONE TELL ME OTHERWISE.

I was looking through my playlist bc I have 80s songs but then I realised IT’S ALL ROCK LMFAO SO I HAD TO STEAL SONGS FROM MY FRIENDS JAHAHAH

Like I can’t make them dance to ACDC or like Guns n’ Roses wtf are they gonna do air guitars?

But then I realised I literally have a song called we can get together sooo👀👀👀👀

And I genuinely love it so much SOOOO👀👀

Earphones// Tsukishima Kei x Reader

Word count: 2000+

Warnings: None lol I’m not even gonna warn for swearing anymore if it’s just swearing then none

Summary: You randomly discover Tsukishima’s knack for dancing.

You always saw him as a calm, or sly person. He was witty, mean, sarcastic, an asshole in every way possible. He was that one person that would call everyone out for looking stupid while dancing at a party, or the one that would remind couples on Valentine's day that it was to celebrate the death of a tortured and beheaded saint. He was pretty much the most no-bullshit person you’ve ever met. It was as if he simply didn’t understand the meaning of enjoyment, and thrived to seek out every opportunity to ruin it for others as well. He rarely went to social events, never showed up at parties, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile genuinely. Ever.

Yet tonight, you witnessed something you never thought would happen.

You see, every night, you would take a good old stroll around your neighbourhood. Tonight was no different, except it was pouring, the constant pitter patter of your umbrella clouding out any other sound that was coherent. Sometimes you might run into street vendors, other times you would get a bowl of ramen to fulfil your midnight hunger.

Walking along the street to your favourite convenience store, instead of an eerily empty park, what you saw was Tsukishima Kei, the one person you were somehow close to, sitting in a park, with no headphones on. What a shocker.

Ever since you gave him those iconic white headphones, he has never gone anywhere without them. It was as if those headphones were a staple of your friendship, or more so, how much he meant to you. Just saying, those things were expensive. Like eighteen thousand yen expensive. You knew how much Tsukishima enjoyed listening to music, especially whilst doing work. You saved up for months, just to scrape together enough money to get him a brand new pair of headphones to replace his broken ones that only worked in one ear and had shitty quality. You would never admit it, but something in your heart clenched at the sight of the absence of those headphones you spent so much on. Many might have thought you were just sensitive, but they didn’t understand. In fact, no one would understand how insanely in love you were with him.

“Hey, beanstalk.”

The blond looked up from his phone, his legs crossed on the bench.

“Well, would you look who’s here. It’s the infamous shorty.”

You approached his hunched-over figure, taking a seat next to him on the bench. “So, why are you here? It’s pretty late already.” Shoving your earphones into your ear, you hastily scrolled through your playlist, trying to hold off the urge to ask where his headphones were. “Lost my umbrella while going home from practise, it’s raining cats and dogs, I’m not looking to get soaked while going home, so I’m waiting for the rain to stop. Thank God I brought an extra sweater, my uniform is all wet and gross.” Chuckling, you punched him playfully, muttering a quick “Idiot,” before picking a song. You were very low-key about your feelings towards him. God knows how he would react if you ever told him. He would probably ignore you for the rest of your high school lives. Even worse, he might make fun of you for being childish and emotional. Just the thought of it sent shivers up your spine and a dark feeling towards your chest. Shaking your head, you tried your best to drown yourself in the terrifyingly loud music that was blasting through your earphones. From next to you, Tsukishima could hear every single note that was playing from the internal speakers. He scooted closer to you, much to your embarrassment. You grabbed your phone, pretending to scroll through it when in reality, you were just trying to hide the burning blush that was now painted on your cheeks. He paid attention to every little sound that came out of those tiny little earbuds, as if trying to figure out what song you were listening to was a fun game. Noticing the sudden absence of music in your left ear, you heard a tiny, almost breathy chuckle, followed by a pull on the earphone jack. “Pulp, hm? Nice taste you got there.” your eyes widened in surprise, mouth curling up into a wide smile. “Ahhh, never thought the great Tsukishima Kei would know them.” The blond smirked, shoving the rubber tip into his ear. “What do you mean? I have a playlist dedicated to this kind of stuff. 80s music will forever be superior.” You rolled your eyes, not falling for his shit. “Nonono, no way. Hand it over, I need to see for myself. I’m convinced you’re listening to raptor mating calls on a daily basis.” The blond shrugged, dropping his phone onto your lap. “See for yourself.” Opening up his Spotify, you were bombarded with a huge selection of his playlists. “Right there shorty, that’s the one you’re looking for?” Pointing his nimble finger at a specific one that was labeled “Old Stuff,” you scrolled through every single song, not believing what you’re seeing. “Holy shit, and I thought you would be into indie or EDM or something like that. This is some new information that I have to process.” Snatching his phone back, he wiped the screen with his sweater, turning it off. “That’s enough snooping for today. Come back at snooping hours again.”

It was at that moment, did the song decide to change.

“Yeah, no. We’re skipping this shit.” You acted sad, fake pouting and huffing out. “But Tsukishima! All Star is God’s work, you can’t just skip it! Here, I’ll sing it for you!” The blond tried to look at you in disgust, but the smile he was holding back was clear as day, biting his lip as he tried not to laugh at your silly antics. “Oh God (Y/N) please no-”

Too late.

“SomeBODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORRRLD WAS GONNA ROLL ME, I AIN’T THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHEDDDD.”

“Absolutely not.” Laughing softly, Tsukishima managed to heave out.

Grabbing your phone and shoving it in front of your face, he unlocked it with ease, navigating his way through the five pages of otome games to find your Spotify. “Jesus Christ, never knew you were this desperate for a man.” The tips of his ears were red, one thought circling his mind.

If she really wanted a boyfriend, would she pick him?

Grabbing his arm, you begged for him to let you continue jamming to All Star. You were shaking him, trying to grab your phone, but nothing worked. “Nooo! Kei! Nooooo lemme listen to the Shrek sex anthem!”

“No.”

Scrolling through your usual playlist, his eyes landed on one particular song. “Hm? What’s this? You listen to Icehouse? Nice taste you got there.” Your grip on his arm loosened up as you looked up at him in shock. “You know them too! Yes! They’re very much adequate.” You stared in awe as the blond smiled from ear to ear, picking a song much to your dismay. “Yesss I love this song with my whole heart. My dinosaurs make way for this.” Hearing the similar synth, you instantly knew what he had picked. “Seriously? You like this song? It’s like cheesy as shit! This is so out of character for you oh my God Kei.” Tsukishima rolled his eyes, completely done with you. “It’s a good song, don’t come at me. Plus, if you think it’s so cheesy, then just delete it.” You frowned. You liked that it was cheesy. You always imagined someone singing it to you, most of the time this imaginary person being Tsukishima. “I like this song too, it’s fine.” The two of you sat in comfortable silence, your earphone jack being the only thing connecting you guys. The park felt weird. You felt weird. This whole situation was weirdly unreal. It was as if the two of you were stuck in a parallel universe, where you and Tsukishima were the only people that existed in that timeline. The silence was thick in the starry night sky, the streetlamps occasionally flickering as the song continued to play. Humming along to the addicting tune, you don’t even realise your body that’s starting to rock, arms swaying from side to side to the rhythm of the chorus.

“We can get together,“

“Get up.”

A hand comes into your sight, willing for you to take it as you feel another tug on your earphones.

“What?”

“You wanna dance, don’t you?”

Never in a million years, would the thought of Tsukishima being able to dance even cross your mind.

“What? It’s raining, I thought you said you didn’t wanna get soaked-”

“Just take my hand and dance with me.”

Hesitating a bit as you looked up at the blond, you raised a brow, grinning playfully as you let your hand fall into his, pulling yourself up and letting him take your other hand. You felt the cold droplets of water fall onto your skin and rolling off, the fabric of your shirt going damp.

“Just take one step forward,” he instructed, motioning for you to follow along with his dance moves. “Then take another step backwards. Everything else will come into place soon enough.” Lacing your fingers with his, the two of you danced in perfect sync, having the time of your lives. “I am learning so, so much about you right now and I’m all for it. Why’d you never tell me you could dance?” Tsukishima’s cheeks went a light pink, looking away bashfully. “It’s embarrassing.” Chuckling, you twirled yourself around, pulling on his arm as you forced his attention back onto you. “It’s not. I think it’s super cool. Do this with a girl and they’ll be head over heels for you in no time.” You mentally facepalmed yourself for saying that. His blush went from a light pink, to a dark red in no time, saturating his cheeks like paint. “Let’s test that theory out.” Mumbling to himself, he continued to guide you, twirling you around and hoisting you up at times.

“Baby we can get together, we can get together.”

The two of you were just jamming along now, not caring about your wet hair and soaked clothes. Tsukishima’s hair was now a damp mess, sticking to his forehead as he whipped his head from side to side, laughing as water droplets flew off his blond strands. Your hair was no better than his, (H/C) strands reflecting the light from the streetlamps as they hit your face with every sway of your head. The earphones were falling off at this point, but it didn’t matter. The two of you already memorised the entire song beforehand. All you wanted was to enjoy the short moment. Grabbing his wet hand again, you randomly started jumping to the beat, letting the blond follow along.

“Later sometime, you can buckle my shoes, you can pick up my sticks, why don't you open that door.”

You gasped in surprise as you felt a large hand spin you around one last time, before dipping you dangerously close to the floor, rainwater rolling off your face. The song came to an end with its final guitar chord, the reverb still ringing in the background. “So, what’d you think?” Tsukishima leaned down, his face dangerously close to yours. Feeling a Cheshire grin form on your face as your tried to raise your head up, you gave his nose a boop with your own, before falling back onto his hand. “That was amazing.” Giving you a cheeky grin, you could feel his breath on your face as he sighed contentedly. His breath smelled like mints, you couldn’t help but wonder how lips would taste too. “You good now, or do you wanna go home? I think the rain just stopped.

Still in that intimate position, you decided to finally ask him.

“Where are the headphones?”

“I didn’t want to get them wet, they’re too important to me. They’re in my bag.”

And that’s when your body decided to act on its own.

Your mind couldn’t even register what you were doing as you pressed a long, soft kiss on Tsukishima’s lips, feeling the heat radiating off of him.

“Now I’m good. Wanna go home?”

“Did you just-”

“Yes.”

Pushing you back up to a comfortable position, he stared at you for another ten seconds, face burning crimson as his mouth opened and shut repeatedly, trying to process what you just did. Finally snapping out of his thoughts, he awkwardly leaned towards you, before pulling himself back. After doing that a few times over, you were properly confused. Grabbing your shoulders, he pressed a firm kiss to your forehead, before grabbing his bag from the bench he was sitting on, pulling his headphones out and hanging them on his neck, handing you the earphones.

“Wanna do this again tomorrow shorty?”

“11pm sharp, don’t be late, and I expect another kiss.”

“Whatever you say cutie.”

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imwastingmylifeinhere · 6 years

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My Einherji Academia Ch2

This came out earlier because why not? Hope you enjoy it. Also, excuse me if any of their costumes are bad, I tried.

Also, I’m sorry.

Their first Hero Practice came fairly quickly. Everybody was buzzing with excitement, thrilled to finally try something more practical than reading textbooks. Magnus and his group of friends were walking together to the locker rooms after practice, Halfborn and Mallory arguing over who would do best in today’s lesson, Sam listening to them amused and T.J practically bouncing with enthusiasm next to them. Magnus was following a bit behind them with Alex walking next to him.

“Excited for today’s lesson, Maggie?” the green haired boy asked.

Magnus rolled his eyes. “Yes, and I told you not to call me that.”

“Aw, why not? It’s cute.” Alex smirked and Magnus tried to ignore the heat in his cheeks. Alex’s eyes were extremely prett – unnerving. They were unnerving.

“I’m not cute,” Magnus told her while also telling himself that he hadn’t almost called Alex Fierro’s eyes pretty. Why would he do that?

Alex put his gloved hands in his pockets. “I’d disagree with that.”

Before Magnus had the opportunity to say anything, or blush any harder (curse his fair skin!), Alex kept going. “Also, it’s funny to tease you.”

“I’m glad my pain amuses you,” Magnus deadpanned.

"I'm glad you see my point," Alex beamed at him with a shit-eating grin. Alex Fierro was an interesting person, to say the least, but Magnus really enjoyed their banter (even if most of it was at his expense).

“We should be getting our hero suits today too, right?” Magnus asked in an attempt to change the topic to something that wasn’t him.

“I think. Can I trust you to tell me if I look good in it?”

Magnus’s heart did a funny little thing in his chest, like he missed a step in the stairs and had a mini heart attack. What the fuck was that?

"I, uh, yes! I mean, ah, well, yeah, uh…" Magnus's lips were moving and words were coming out but his brain didn't seem to be involved in it because nothing he just blurted out even remotely resembled an actual sentence. Alex seemed to be enjoying his short-circuiting. "Uh, yes."

Alex’s smile, Magnus’s decided, was terrifying. It made his insides burn up. Why was he feeling like this?

“So eloquent,” Alex teased him, his eyes glimmering. Magnus had another mini heart attack. Should I go to the nurse for that?

Magnus frowned at Alex and hit him in the arm. It was supposed to hurt, but knowing Magnus’s strength, it probably felt like a child taping your arm. “Shut up,” he hissed at Alex and he simply snorted at him, the corners of his lips tugging upwards.

“Do you know you blush very easily?” Alex asked. As if to prove his point, Magnus’s cheeks burnt even more.

“I said shut up.”

Outside the locker rooms were suitcases, each one with a number and a name on it depending on the student's name on the class roster. They each took their own one before walking inside the locker room, whereupon the students started changing, shirts flying off and the room being generally as chaotic as you'd expect with so many teenage boys in there. Magnus had just come back from the bathroom stall where he had changed out of his binder and into a sports bra, the stiff piece of clothing folded under his arm.

“Hey, I didn’t know you had a tattoo, Alex,” T.J said. Magnus turned to see what was happening and what was Alex’s tattoo, and boy, was it a bad decision.

Alex was shirtless, with his back to Magnus and his shirt bunched up in his arms. On the base of his neck was a tattoo of two snakes biting each other’s tail and forming an elaborate ‘S’. It wasn't a weird scene. They were in a locker room, people where half-naked everywhere - Halfborn was in his freaking undies - Alex without a shirt on shouldn’t have affected him, but it did. It made his face burn and his heart develop an explosion quirk like Mallory’s. His eyes trailed from Alex’s tattoo to the muscles in his back and Magnus should really stop staring or he’ll die on the spot.

He turned around so fast you’d think his quirk was super speed, face ablaze as he threw on his uniform. He was fully dressed by the time everybody else had half their costumes on (at best, some were very weird to figure out) and rushed out of the locker room. He was pretty sure his heart shouldn’t be doing whatever it was doing and there was a single thought in his mind as he sat on a bench at training ground Beta:

What the hell was that?

The answer came to him quickly, not to say that he liked it. Do I like Alex?

He shook his head, as if it would get the thought out of his head. He barely knew Alex for more than a month. And even then, he had a soulmate. People fall for their soulmates, right? That’s what people always said.

Maybe I just think Alex is pretty, he thought. He never really had crushes before (was that weird for a fifteen-year-old?) but he had thought people looked good before. Yeah, that must be what that was, he thought, even though every time he had thought of someone as extremely attractive, he had never… reacted to them so strongly. That was just because I was young, he was quick to explain to himself.

With that little crisis over and Magnus not wanting to dwell on it too much for fear of what it might mean, he finally looked down to his costume. He had put it on so quickly he barely had an idea of what it was like.

When enrolling in UA, students gave a set of instructions on what their hero costume should be like, since it might need to be made a specific way to suit their quirk. Magnus didn't have very specific instructions, since he had never thought too much about his hero costume and all he needed to heal someone was skin to skin contact, preferably with the wound itself if possible. As such, the only instruction he had given was that the costume shouldn't cover his hands, that it should not be too skin tight (because he wasn't comfortable with that) and that it should have pockets so he could carry medical supplies.

The result was quite humble and Magnus had to admit he liked it. Both the top and bottom parts of the costume were dark green, with the shirt more fitted than the pants though still airy. The pants were large and roomy, with pockets upon pockets, each one with adjustable straps inside to keep his supplies steady. Around his waist was a large brown belt with even more pockets and hanging from it at either side of his hips were first aid kits, built into the fabric. They were surprisingly light, considering Magnus hadn’t even noticed them before. The whole costume gave off the feeling of a battlefield medic and Magnus loved it.

He was in the process of tucking pants into the black boots that had come with the costume when Sam arrived. “Hi, Magnus,” she said as she sat down next to him. More and more students were starting to come out by now. “I like your costume.”

“Thanks. Yours is great. Valkyrie?”

Sam's costume reminded Magnus of the Valkyries in the picture books his mum would read to him. It was primarily brown, a shining metal breastplate covering Sam's upper torso. Fur lined her collarbone where her breastplate met the green fabric of her hijab, partially covering her shoulder guards. Her pants were tucked inside fur-lined boots and there was a ton of small details, like laces and wing imagery on her armor, that made Sam look like a Norse Valkyrie.

Sam’s cheeks flushed red. “Yes. How did-“

“My mum used to read me mythology picture books as bedtime stories,” Magnus explained. “I thought Valkyries were really cool.”

Sam seemed surprised, but she smiled. “Mine too. My grandfather loves studying different mythologies, he likes finding the similarities between them, and I guess he rubbed off on me.”

"So you're thinking of your hero name being Valkyrie?" Magnus asked, gesturing to Sam's costume to justify why he's asking.

Sam nodded, her eyes glimmering with the passion that came with talking about your dream. “Yeah. I want to be a rescue hero, mostly, and Valkyries would lift and carry people away from the battlefield. It seemed fitting.” She stopped, as if considering something, then added, “Though most people they carried off were already dead, but the sentiment still stands.”

Magnus giggled, covering his mouth with his hand. “Yeah, I guess it does.”

Magnus and Sam kept talking as the rest of the students came out, their friends walking over to join them, all in their unique uniforms. Halfborn's was less of a costume and more like a simple pair of pants held up by a large belt and no shirt, his eyes covered by sweep of red, like smeared blood. Magnus guesses that with his quirk he didn't need more protection than that. T.J looked like a soldier, ammunition hanging from his belt and a rifle slung over his back (for extra firepower, Magnus guessed, in case he overused his quirk). Mallory's costume was simple, complete with dark green pants like Magnus's and a camo jacket, grenades hanging from her belt and her hair pulled back in an explosion of red curls.

Alex was the last to walk out and – oh, sweet Odin.

Spandex. So much spandex.

Alex’s costumed was tight, hugging his body like a second skin, and while Magnus was too busy short-circuiting over how good he looked, he could see the practicality in it. Tighter clothes meant better mobility and Alex’s agility was one of his strongest points. The costume was a dark pink, making Alex’s green hair stand out even more, and white claw-like marks decorated his sides. The tops’ sleeves cut off halfway down his biceps, leaving his arms exposed (damn him!). He still had his black gloves on, though these were more stylized to fit in with the rest of the outfit.

"Looking nice, Fierro!" Halfborn hollered, doing a thumbs up at Alex as he walked closer. Alex rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless at Halfborn's joke (even if his imitation of the people drooling over Alex was way too close to what Magnus was experiencing right now).

“Thanks, Gunderson. Did you forget your shirt in the wash?”

“Ha! Who needs a shirt when you have a body like this?”Halfborn punched his rock hard (literally) chest for emphasis and Mallory rolled her eyes at him.

“I’m surrounded by idiots.”

“Very funny, Scar,” Halfborn said wryly. Mallory poked her tongue at him and he did the same in return. Those two honestly acted like five-year-olds sometimes.

“Now, now,” T.J said, walking between his two platonic soulmates, “no fighting yet. Save your energy for the lesson. You can kick each other’s butts as much as you want then.”

Mallory and Halfborn seemed perfectly content to keep fighting, but they shut up anyway. Nobody could deny T.J. They cinnamon roll of class 1A, everybody.

"Okay, you little ruffians, gather ‘round!" Thor shouted, his sidekicks Marvin and Ottis at either side of him. With the entirety of the class gathered around in their costumes it was impossible to ignore the fact they were all heroes in training. "We will be splitting into pairs for this exercise. One pair will play the role of the villains and the other the heroes." Enthusiastic murmurs broke out among the students, the buzzing of their voices drowning out whatever the teacher was trying to say. "Now," Thor continued louder, "I don't want any of you pulling any muscles, so we'll do some stretching first."

The students fell into the routine quickly, going through the motions of each different stretch casually. Some of these had been a bit of a pain at first, given Magnus’s poor physique, but he had gotten better at them over the few first weeks of the school year. He was in the middle of stretching his right arm, his elbow being pulled back by his left hand, when T.J spoke up.

“Hey, is that your soulmark?” His eyes were trained on the exposed palm of Magnus’s hand, the flower on his palm shinning blue and white under the morning light. The healer’s classmates turned around in interest, looking at his soulmark curiously. Magnus felt flustered under their gazes.

“Uh, yeah-“

“It’s so pretty!” One girl said.

“Have you met your soulmate yet?” A boy asked.

“Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?”

“Can I touch it?”

“Uh,” Magnus spluttered under all the attention. He couldn’t blame them, soulmarks were a big thing, and even his friends were studying the flower on his skin, from T.J’s wonder-filled gaze to Alex’s unreadable expression. “Thank you, no, I haven’t, I don’t really care what they identify as and I would rather you don't."

The students were asking more questions, most of which Magnus didn’t catch. Thankfully, Thor called them out and started explaining how the exercise would go in more detail, saving Magnus from the gossip-hungry clutches of his classmates. As their teacher announced the pairs, Magnus caught sight Alex from the corner of his eye scratching the fabric of his left glove, his two-tones eyes stuck to it as if in thought. That’s a weird tick he has, Magnus thought, remembering different occasions when he had seen Alex do the same thing. He wasn’t able to think about that much though, because turns out he was part of the first pair along with water-haired girl, their opponents a moth-looking boy and a guy that could change his height.

Needless to say, Magnus got his ass handed to him.

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Which was why this arrangement had been made.

Magnus’s powers might have turned out to be body manipulation rather than simple healing as he had thought, but that didn’t change the fact he needed skin to skin contact to use it. In theory, he could use his powers on someone without touching them like when he went high-wire in the entrance, but he could hardly stop someone from moving when they were a meter away from him at this point. If he wanted to knock out someone with his powers –like he had learned how to do with T.J as a test subject - he would need to get close to them.

Meaning he would need to know how to fight. You can see where this goes south, right?

He had asked his friends for help, with varying degrees of success. Both Mallory and Halfnorn’s fighting styles relied heavily on the use of pure force, whether by quirk or by physical built, something Magnus didn’t have, and both Sam and T.J were better at long distance fighting. Leaving Magnus with Alex as his teacher.

Which wasn’t bad, per se. Her fighting style worked for him, given that they were both very slim. She relied more on agility and quick movements, using her smarts to exploit her opponents’ strength and size against them rather than brute force. She wasn’t a bad teacher either. Sure, maybe Magnus was late for the first period a couple of times because he was so exhausted after their training that he slept in, but it was really paying off. He had started to build up more muscle and he had become swift on his feet.

Still, there was the unfortunate side-effect that his teacher was extremely attractive and he had a crush on her the size of the school’s training grounds. Yeah, he had it that bad.

So what if Magnus got hit a couple times too many times because his brain thought it was a good time to tell him just how good Alex looked at that moment? Or if she’d take off her shirt when it got too hot and Magnus would get heart palpitations so bad he should probably get it checked? He was still learning.

(That Alex's bronze skin looked gorgeous under the sun and that she put her hair in a ponytail when she trained and that she made the most ridiculous jokes when she was high on after-workout joy.)

Yes, he was crushing hard.

“Come one, Maggie! Get up!”

In more ways than one.

Alex was teaching him how to do a judo flip today (“All you might need to do is touch someone but you always need to be prepared!” as she put it) and Magnus may or may not have gotten distracted and flipped on his back on the ground for the third time that evening.

“Sorry, sorry,” Magnus muttered as he picked up his sore body from the ground. They were in an open training field near the edge of campus, a quiet little corner of the school surrounded by trees that not a lot of people stumbled upon. They had picked this specific location for Magnus’s sake, since he still felt weird about being without his binder around anybody that wasn’t in their class.

“Well, look on the bright side,” Alex said, stretching her arms far above her head. Damn it, Magnus, focus. “You lasted longer this time.”

"Yeah, yeah." Alex wasn't wrong; Magnus fighting had improved. As long as he didn't get distracted by Alex, he did pretty well. "Can we take a break? I think I heard my spine pop."

Alex, of course, laughed at his pain and Magnus should have really been more upset about that but he wasn’t. “Ok, Maggie. I’m thirsty anyway.” Alex walked over to the bench where they had left their stuff and pushed her hair out of her sweaty forehead before taking large gulps from her water bottle.

I am too.

Alex held out her water bottle for him. “Want some?”

Magnus tried not to make that weird. He failed. Cheeks flushed – not just from their training – he plopped down next to Alex and reached for his own bottle. “No, I’m fine, I brought one.”

Alex shrugged. “Suit yourself.” She downed half the bottle’s content in one go, a little water dripping past her lips. She wiped it away with her gloved hand.

“S-say,” Magnus started, because he was flustered and said the first thing that came to him, “how come you always wore gloves? I’ve never seen you take them off.”

“Oh, my soulmark is on my palm,” Alex explained, rubbing her left palm with her thumb. “I don't want to accidentally touch it when I'm feeling down and stress my soulmate up about it.” She laughed, as if remembering something, and tucked some stray hairs behind her ear. “I did that once when I left my parents’ house about a year ago. I’ve never felt him as sympathetic and kind. He didn’t even know what was happening and yet he was trying to make me feel better.”

Alex’s eyes were trained on her palm as she rubbed circles on it and Magnus was sure if it wasn’t for the glove her soulmate would be getting drowned in that warmth and love that made Alex’s eyes go soft. His heart clenched uncomfortably in his chest. Her soulmate is lucky. I wish I was in his place.

Instead he said, “He sounds nice.”

Alex smiled down at her palm. “Yeah, he is.”

“Have you met him then?” Magnus didn’t know why he was asking more questions but the words kept rolling off his tongue.

Alex seemed to struggle with the right words, until finally she said, “In a way. I saw his soulmark so I know he’s my soulmate but he doesn’t know I’m his.”

“Why don’t you just tell him?”

Alex leaned back on the bench, his arm coming way too close to hugging Magnus’s shoulders. “That’s the other reason I wear gloves. I don’t want to just go up to him like ‘hey, I’m your soulmate, let’s suck face!’ I want him to date me just because he likes me, not because the universe or whatever said we should be together.”

Magnus chuckled at the mental image. “I hadn’t pegged you as the romantic type.”

Alex laughed and punched him in the arm. “Oh, shut up, Maggie.”

Magnus rubbed at the place Alex hit him, more from habit rather than actual pain and laughed again. “So have talked to him? Are you friends?”

“Yeah, and I’ve even been hitting on him,” Alex sighed in exasperation. “Very obviously too, but he just won’t take the hint!”

Alex was looking right at him as he said the last part, emphasizing each word and as a fellow pinning teen, Magnus felt her suffering.

“Well-“ he started, but before he was able to say what he wanted a loud explosion shook the ground. The duo sprang up immediately, scanning their surroundings alarmed.

“What was that?” Alex asked.

“I don’t know-“ The hairs on the back of Magnus’s neck stood on edge and he whipped around in time to see a group of villains bursting out of the trees. What the hell?!

The villains run straight for them and Magnus braced himself for a fight. They’re way too many. We need to call help.

“Alex!” he called out but before he could tell her to change into an animal and go find a teacher, a villain in metal armor was upon him, wrapping his arms around Magnus’s torso and pinning his arms in place. Shit!

“Magnus!” Alex tried to come to him but the villains were on her immediately. She changed from animal to human to animal faster than Magnus had ever seen but her opponents were way too many. He kicked and tried to get away but his captor’s grip was too tight. A villain attacked Alex with winds so sharp they made tears in her clothes and gloves, the fabric falling off her hands.

“Leave the kid! We got the one we needed!" one of the villains said – Magnus wasn't sure who, he was too busy thrashing around in the armored man's arms – and the rest of them backed away from Alex. She managed to get a hit on one of them, the claw marks on his face dripping blood.

“You little-!” he growled. His punch landed on Alex’s face, who gasped in pain as she fell to the ground.

“Alex!” he cried out but he couldn’t move.

“Let’s go,” the man holding him said. The villains grabbed onto a rope ladder as it dangled from a helicopter flying over the school. As Magnus’s captor used one arm to hold onto the rope, Magnus kicked as hard as he could and managed to slip out of his grasp.

For a single moment, he hung in midair, out of the villain's grasp. Alex stumbled to her legs, panic in her eyes as she reached out for him. For a moment, Magnus thought he was going to make it, but then the villain grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him away.

The last thing Magnus saw as the villains took him away was the iridescent flower on Alex’s outstretched hand as she cried out his name.

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