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rabbitblackx · 1 year

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hai, i have dbd 'reaction' ideas but if you don't want to do them it's ok!

trickster, huntress, ghostface

1. killer!witch!s/o who's new skin is basicly(?) a emily ( corpsebride ) cosplay. maybe they have a victor skin.

2. killer!s/o has "adopted" a survivor/other killer as their child.

3. s/o who has an endless stomach and could eat 25/8.

4. s/o who follows them around like a lost puppy or the otherway

have a good day! don't forget to hydrate or eat!

Hiiii! As it turns out, I used all of em! I’ve got them all here for u rn! Hope u don’t mind I added a few of my own tweaks to it. And so sorry this took so long. Tumblr recently shadow banned me cuz its engine mistook me for a bot or something idk its a long story lmao. But I’m back now so here ya go! Ps hope u have a great day too! Make sure u drink water and eat too or I’ll be cranky😠🥰💖

How DBD killers would react to…

Includes: Huntress, Ghost Face and Trickster

Killer!Witch!Reader wearing a wedding dress, while they wear a tuxedo

Huntress

Super smitten and flustered

The Huntress thought you looked absolutely stunning in that dress. And for her to be wearing a matching tux! It was like you two were married or something!

She exclusively referred to you as her ‘spouse’, while following you around like a lovesick puppy. The Huntress also showered you in endless compliments about how cute and pretty you looked to her. She could’ve just pounced on you when you came back to her cabin after a successful trial, the white dress smothered with the blood of your victims

Anna felt so strong and important when she was with you while wearing the tuxedo. She thought you two were perfect together like this. She even offered to dance under the pale moonlight, blood shimmering across your beautiful outfits. You set the mood with your powers, causing glittery mist to shimmer through the fog. As Anna grabbed your waist and dipped you, she couldn’t help but be lost in your glowing eyes

Ghost Face

Very sly and cocky

The Ghost glided his gloved hands down your waist, stroking across white lace and ruffles. Though he wore a tuxedo to match your dress, he still had a hood and mask on. But the mask had now been discarded to the floor, his sunken face now centimetres from yours

“We look good together.” Danny grinned

You would often giggle at him, playfully casting a small spells on him. He would act annoyed when you did so, but he secretly loved it.

Went absolutely feral when he saw you covered in blood after a trial. Your eyes glowed beautifully as you flicked away small specks of flesh from your wedding dress. If you caught him staring from behind his mask, you lured him over with your powers. Danny didn’t fight your magic for a second. In fact, he embraced it. He let you drag him over, and threw his arms around your waist. His ghostly mask was illuminated in the dark by your glowing eyes as you leaned in

Trickster

Absolutely obsessed!

Went on and on about how hot you both looked! The Trickster was quite the gentleman when he wanted to be though. He took your hand, wary of getting zapped or lit or whatever came from your powers and twirled you under the full moon. The sound of your laughter was so hypnotising to him

With the both of you dressed as a bride and groom, it gave Ji-Woon a couple of ideas. He found himself imagining what kind of wedding the two of you would have

Peppered you in kisses at the sight of you drenched in fresh blood. The Trickster loved to twirl you around in his arms, your hands resting against the chest of his tux. He felt so special when you would comment on how handsome he looked in it. It just sounded so personal coming from you

“You’re so beautiful, babe.” Ji-Woon smiled

You lovingly straightened his bowtie, before closing your glowing eyes and diving in for a kiss

Killer!Reader that has ‘adopted’ Susie

Huntress

On board 100%!

The Huntress adored Susie the moment you brought her back from Ormond. You sometimes went over there to hang with the Legion in between trials. With Susie being younger, you took her under your wing. She really looked up to you and admired your techniques. The Legion girl also got a real kick from being around the Huntress more often

Anna quickly became like a mother to Susie. She loved taking care of her, especially with you by her side. It made her feel all fuzzy inside. It was like you were a real family. The mere thought brought a tear to her eye

It made her melt to see you act all fatherly/motherly towards Susie. You comforted the girl after bad trials, and then even give her some tips! It made the Huntress one proud mama and wife

Ghost Face

“Can we keep her? Please?”

You gave the Ghost Face your best puppy dog eyes as you hugged Susie against you. It was quite hard for you to do those eyes since they were usually filled with murder and rage, but you thought it was actually kind of working. Susie snuggled against you, big blue eyes twinkling Danny’s way. Speaking of, he folded his arms and let out a long sigh from behind his mask

“Fine.”

Actually really liked Susie. You two truely were like her parents. You and Danny would blab on to her about tricks and hacks on how to get the survivor’s quicker. He even cleaned off her knife for her or sharpen it

The Ghost Face adored seeing you all caring and nurturing with the Legion girl. It made him feel like he wouldn’t mind having a baby with you someday…

Trickster

The Trickster was very jealous and dismissive of Susie at first. He didn’t like you giving her all this attention instead of him. But he eventually came around and bonded with her, over things like hairdye or pop music

The Trickster still very much preferred you spending time with him than Susie. He almost felt like a third wheel when you and the girl were together. And you of all people should’ve known that that was way beneath him. So when Susie had to go on trial, he got overly clingy with you

Ji-Woon wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzled into your shoulder. You had just said your goodbyes to Susie, and he was now all over you

“What’s up, Ji-Woon?” You smirked

“I’m still your favourite, right? You love me the most?” The Trickster asked hopefully

You relaxed against his embrace and let out a chuckle. You brought a hand up to run through his purple hair

“Yes, dear. You’re my favourite. I love you the most.”

Reader that could eat nonstop

Huntress

The Huntress was quite impressed with your appetite. She also loved it! It meant you were healthy and strong for her. All she ever wanted was for you to be that way. She needed you with her for a very long time

Anna cooked for you three times a day. She made sure to keep you well fed and satisfied! Although, that was rather hard to do. She was astonished how you ravaged a whole hearty meal, then immediately asked for seconds after! Sometimes the Huntress had to cook you up thirds. But she didn’t mind. Anything for her baby bear!

Ghost Face

The Ghost Face didn’t really know what to make of your gluttony at first. You were always hungry, always snacking. You called it the munchies, and he thought that was quite cute

Danny soon thought of your insatiable appetite to be endearing. It was what made you different and stand out from all the others he had been with. He loved that; someone that wasn’t like the rest. It was made them not killable

In other words, the Ghost Face had no intention of you ever being his victim. He also asked the Entity for little treats and sweets, so he could carry them around and give them to you during trial. He had many Polaroids of you nibbling on said food. You were like a cute little bunny to him

Trickster

“Nobody should eat before 4pm.”

The Trickster was always on strict diets to maintain his toned body. It was rare that you ever saw him eat. So for him to see how you shovelled down plate after plate of food, he was repulsed

Or at least, acted like it

The Trickster was actually just jealous. He missed the good ol’ days before K-pop. He could eat all he wanted, much like how you did. He always wished he had your metabolism

If you two were together for awhile, he soon opened up and ate around you. You always offered him some of your food, as you were usually snacking on something. It made Ji-Woon appreciate you and your time spent together even more

Reader that always follows them around

Huntress

The Huntress thought you were so adorable. She cooed at you, saying how you reminded her of a cute little puppy. She even went above and beyond and made you a dog mask! It was your prized possession

Anna didn’t mind at all if you tagged behind her during trials. Sometimes she forgot you were even there. But she also grew protective when you strayed away, or wasn’t close enough

The Huntress held your hand most of the time. She liked having you by her side as she hunted. It made her feel secure and needed

Ghost Face

The Ghost Face also thought it was quite cute how you trailed after him everywhere. He liked the company. He chattered on with you for hours endless when the Entity let him

He was really impressed with how stealthy you had become. Every time the Ghost Face looked over his shoulder, there you were. It was ironic, wasn’t it? When you first met, it was the exact opposite

It was actually pretty arousing for Danny.😦 The way you mimicked him and his behaviour. When he shamelessly told you that, your face screwed up and you swatted at him

“If you think I’m so gross, then why are you still following me around?” He chuckled, making you blush

Trickster

Nothing he wasn’t used to. You were just another groupie. Although, way more tolerable. Not that he’d ever tell you that

“If I were you, I’d be obsessed with me too.”

The Trickster never stopped flirting with or teasing you. None of it fazed you though, and you carried on following him. This surprised him. Like, why weren’t you starstruck?

Ji-Woon soon concluded it was because you were different. You were the only person he liked, and thought worthy of his time.

His teasing may not of affected you, but, boy, did yours do things to him

Don’t be surprised if the Trickster ends up following you around instead

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years

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🍂 Bracing Weather (Morisuke Yaku)

Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, Autumn

Word Count: 2,234

Pairing: Reader x Yaku

World: Haikyuu!!

Prompts: “[x] is trying to rake their leaves, but reader may have… another idea. Bye bye leaf pile.” and “Reader and [x] go to a pumpkin patch but the reader picks up an ugly pumpkin and says ‘this is you.'”

Author’s Note: This was written for the “Leaves in the Wind” collab over at the BNHA Sanctuary discord server. You can find the masterlist post [here] – make sure you check it out to read the other awesome entries for this collab! Thank you very much @smol-enby for hosting this collab and thank you @ambershaydeoffical for giving me the caramel popcorn line lmfao Happy Autumn everyone!

As soon as you stepped outside that morning, your mood instantly shot through the roof. The wind was blowing through the trees, the leaves skating across the pavement as if they had somewhere important to be. It was brisk outside, the sky covered by a sheet of light grey and the air damp with a soft mist of rain. Birds were cawing in the distance as they danced on the breeze, clearly enjoying the new weather.

The neighborhood was quiet and peaceful, as it often tended to be, the streets littered with fallen leaves in vivid shades of orange and brown. They crunched and crackled beneath your feet before being swept away by the wind. It felt like you were high, walking on a cloud as you soaked in the weather around you.

It was invigorating and you soon found yourself dancing down the street, your cheery laughter echoing through the empty neighborhood.

People looked upon you strangely as you passed them, but you simply didn’t care. How could you when your spirits were so effervescent? Autumn was, in your opinion, the very best time of the year. The time when your mood was the highest and your smile the brightest.

How you made it through the woes of life was quite simple: you would tell yourself that, one day, Autumn would once again settle over the land and all of your worries, fears, and stress would disappear for a short time.

Try as you might, you were certain that there were no words in any language that could properly represent just how happy the season made you feel and you had certainly tried on multiple occasions to do so.

When you reached the Yaku residence, you found your boyfriend in the front yard attempting to rake up the leaves that were scattered across the grass. A large pile of them sat in the center but, as he raked over the last of the fallen leaves, a gust of wind sent the top of the pile flying across the yard. His nose wrinkled in frustration and you quietly laughed behind your hand.

‘Well, since the wind is already doing it…’ you took a step back, a grin sliding onto your face as you pushed off the ground, rushing straight for the pile. Morisuke looked up curiously when he heard your laughter but his mahogany eyes quickly widened when he realized just what you were planning.

“Y/N! Don’t you dare!”

But you couldn’t stop now even if you wanted to, which you certainly did not want to. You had made your choice and you were going to commit to it, even if that meant facing an angry libero later on. You were positive that the experience would be well worth it.

“Yahoo!” you cheered as you jumped up into the air, letting gravity do its thing as it pulled your body downward – straight into the pile. Leaves went everywhere, flying up into the air, and seeing its chance, the wind picked up at that exact moment, carrying the leaves to the opposite end of the yard. Russet, saffron, and scarlet were now splashed on the wooden fence, stuck in the gutter and pinned to the windows like decorations.

Morisuke’s eye twitched as he looked upon the mess you had made before he turned his glare to you. Despite the annoyance that he so rightly felt, his gaze softened at the ecstatic expression upon your face.

“Mori, look look! It’s so kaleidoscopic!” you grinned brightly before flipping over onto your back, making an angel in the pile of leaves.

He sighed as he approached you, one hand on his hip and the other propping up the rake on the ground. “Couldn’t you just have admired them when they were nearly piled up instead of ruining the pile that I spent two hours raking.”

“That’s no fun,” you pouted, pulling yourself up into a sitting position with your legs crossed beneath you. Leaves clung to your clothes like excited children, tangling into your hair which resembled someone that had been headbanging for a good hour.

He started to laugh, dropping the rake so that he could clutch his stomach. “You look ahaha like a haha scarecrow!”

You grinned proudly, folding your arms over your chest. “The most awesome scarecrow in the neighborhood!”

“You keep telling yourself that,” he wrinkled his nose in amusement. “You’re helping me clean this mess up!”

“But -”

“No buts!”

You leaned to the side, eyes sliding down to his backside. “Yep, definitely no butt.”

“Y-Y/N!” his cheeks bloomed with color and he turned away in embarrassment, the back of his hand covering his mouth as he muttered under his breath. “Why am I even dating you again?”

You chuckled, pulling yourself to your feet so you could wrap your arms around his body from behind, chin resting on his shoulder. “Because you love me, obviously.”

Morisuke’s expression softened as he turned around in your hold, his own arms finding their way around your body. His forehead was warm as it rested against your own, eyes shimmering with love and affection. “I can’t deny that. You’re the love of my life, you know. Even if you drive me crazy sometimes.”

You snickered, your hand sliding through his sandy brown locks, cold from the weather. “I love you too, babe. Even if you don’t have an ass.”

His blush worsened, spreading to the tips of his ears and he groaned, pulling away from you. “You’re such a jerk, Y/N.”

“I know,” you responded proudly.

“Just for that, you can start raking while I go and make some hot chocolate.” He poked you in the forehead, giving you no chance to respond before he headed into the house.

With a scowl, you scanned the mess of leaves scattered across the Yaku property. Why must having fun come with such annoying consequences?

“Hey, babe?”

“Hmm?” Morisuke glanced up from the assignment he was working on, his pencil stilling as he focused on your form across the table.

Your own notebook was open in front of you but the pages were blank, unmarred by the pencil. Your upper body was sprawled across the table, arms stretched out on either side of you as you balanced the pencil between your upper lip and nose.

Despite having called out to him, your attention was trained on the kitchen window, watching the trees swaying back and forth. You hated being stuck indoors when the weather was so amazing outside, but your boyfriend has insisted (read: forced) you inside to work on your homework, knowing that if he didn’t, it most likely wouldn’t get done.

It was the weekend, though, time to unwind and have fun from the stress of the week. Why should you have to be punished because the teacher was a sadist that likes to give a bunch of homework on a Friday? Like always, you were content to just binge it all on Sunday, but your boyfriend clearly did not approve of that approach.

“Can we go to the pumpkin patch?”

“Now?” he quirked a brow. “If we get a pumpkin now, it will be rotten by the time Halloween arrives. It’s best to just wait.”

You pouted at him but he had gone back to writing his essay, the pencil scritching across the paper. “I know that but I really want to get out! We don’t have to buy one, I just… I don’t know.”

He looked over at you, following your gaze to the window. You honestly looked miserable like a feral cat that had been converted to an inside cat and he knew you wanted nothing more than to just be outside.

Personally, he didn’t enjoy the brisk weather or the strong wind whipping around his body. He’d much rather be indoors with the heater on full blast, but this made you miserable and he hated that. He’d much rather sacrifice his own comfort if it meant being able to see you smile.

He snapped the notebook closed, setting the pencil down beside it as he stood up, the legs of the chair scraping against the wood. You sent him a curious look and he smiled in return. “Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s get going!”

Your eyes lit up and you jumped off the chair, throwing your arms around him and claiming his lips. His cheeks blossomed with color at the sudden assault but he didn’t hesitate to embrace you, tilting his head in order to deepen the kiss.

When you pulled back, your eyes were trained on his lips, making him shift uncomfortably. “What is it?”

“Your lips are super soft, Mori,” you pouted, running your tongue along your own lips that were slightly cracked from the cold weather. “Do you use chapstick or something?” He nodded, reaching into his pocket to produce the object in question and you took it, popping off the lid. “Ooo, it’s strawberry flavored!”

His gaze shifted to the side. “I know it’s your favorite…”

You realized that he chose to use this chapstick for you and it made you smile, heart fluttering. You gently cupped his face with your hand before running the chapstick gently across his lips. Before he could question your intent, you leaned forward to press your lips against his, carefully rubbing against them to collect the substance.

When you pulled away, you could feel the wax-like coating on your lips and you grinned. “I should apply chapstick like that more often~”

“L-Let’s not,” he coughed, using his hand to try and cover his burning face as he started toward the front door.

You followed him with a chuckle, slipping your shoes onto your feet before reaching for the doorknob. He stopped you before you could pull the door open, his fingers curling around your shoulder. You blinked at him. “What is it?”

“Put your jacket on, dork.”

“But I don’t wanna,” you responded simply. “I like feeling the wind on my skin.”

He huffed, hand finding his hip. “I’m not going with you if you don’t put your jacket on.”

“But it’s not even that cold,” you frowned. He turned on his heel, starting to pull his shoes off and you groaned. “Fine! Let’s compromise, okay? I’ll bring my jacket but I’ll wear it around my waist instead. Okay?”

He thought it over for a moment before sighing. “Fine.”

You nodded, wrapping the jacket’s sleeves around your waist before slinging the door open hard enough to bounce against the wall. “Let’s go~!”

A smile tugged at his lips as he watched you run outside, arms spread out and a burst of cheerful laughter bubbling from your lips.

You slowly walked down the rows of pumpkins, hands clasped behind your back as your eyes scanned the pumpkins of varying sizes and colors dotting the clearing – tall ones, fat ones, baby ones, even ones twisted into strange shapes. You could already imagine the different patterns of carvings in each one and it got you feeling excited for Halloween next month.

Morisuke was walking a few steps behind you, hands buried in his pockets to keep them hidden from the icy wind. His eyes were trained on you, content simply to just watch your happy expression as you scanned the pumpkins, darting from row to row. How you could be so content doing so, he simply couldn’t understand.

When your eyes landed on a small, caramel-colored pumpkin nestled between two thin, tall ones, you rushed over to it with a grin, settling onto your knees. You picked it up gently, showing it to your boyfriend. “Look, Mori! It looks just like you!”

“How do you figure?” his brow shut up as his eyes raked over the pumpkin.

“It’s the color of caramel, just like your popcorn hair for starters,” you snickered. “Plus plus, it’s small and cute just like you~ It was even nestled between two super tall pumpkins. This white one on the right here is clearly Lev while this reddish-orange one is Kuroo! It’s got a spikey leaf just like his hair.”

He really wanted to be annoyed by your comments and by the fact that you had just compared him to a pumpkin, but when his eyes met yours, shimmering with a childlike excitement, he could only smile softly at you. “It’s… cute.”

“Right?” You stood up, approaching him with the small pumpkin still clutched in your hands. “I know it won’t last, but… can we buy it? Pretty please~?”

His fingers tugged a small leaf that had caught in your hair before his fingers brushed against your cheek. “Sure, why not.”

“Our first child!” you chirped happily, clutching it to your chest as you jogged over to the small tent. It had been set up for the employees to escape the wind and keep the money tucked into a safe place.

Morisuke’s face burned brightly, steam rising from his ears at the thought of having children with you. The way you had phrased it made it seem as if you already planned to have children with him in the future or, at the very least, had given thought to the idea. His heart raced within his chest as you waved him over.

As he slowly approached you, he couldn’t help thinking about how he truly did want to spend the rest of his life with you.

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bakusoftie · 5 years

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I was just listening to creepypasta and got an idea. Could you do hcs for Bakugo and Kirishima’s reactions to seeing a scary fucking demon/ghost or whatever while they’re hanging out with their crush in some creepy place? Or really, just any situation where they’re hanging with their crush and some scary paranormal shit starts happening. I’m in a big mood for some horror. This would make my LIFE thank you 🙌🏻

I’m such a huge horror fan so this made me uwu so hard (also i hope you don’t mind but I made separate scenarios for them but if you wanted poly I could do that 🥺👉👈)

Warnings: Gory Descriptions!!! + Ouija Boards + Kaminari being a dumbass

Kiricutie + Bakubabe experiencing some scary shit with their s/o

🦈 kiricutie 🦈

It was all Denki’s fault

That living enbodiment of a phone charger was the one who dared the entirety of the bakusquad to go to this “haunted” house

Bakugou, of course, said he had better things to do but,,,

Kirishima (being the manliest man he is) just had to be there to protect his s/o from all the bad spirits and creatures of the night

But the thing is- Kirishima is fucking terrified.

You, on the other hand, are so excited maybe a bit nervous and he wants to be one to protect you and be your man

Kaminari, Mina and Sero get too far ahead of themselves and rush off into different parts of the attraction so it's just you and the sharp-toothed cutie,,,all alone,,,in a dark, supposedly haunted house. Oof.

At first,It isn’t as bad as Kirishima thought. Plus, he gets to spend time with you and whenever you’d hear a scream you would unconsciously brush your hand against his and suddenly he doesn’t even realize that he was anxious in the first place. That is until you get to this bloody door that explicitly says ‘Do Not Enter’.

“Oh well, I guess we’ll just have to move on then, s/o”

Being the dumbass you are,,,You grabbed Kirishima’s hand and busted through the door (all that you could think of was ‘I need to see some ghost cheeks 👻’)

The room was dark and had a overwhelming stench to it. So, you ran your hand over the wall to find a light switch

all the while, kiri is begging that you two meet up with everyone else but 👏them👏ghost👏 cheeks👏

when you did find the strangely wet lightswitch, you turned it on to discover the fresh blood dripping down your hands and wondering why kirishima was so silent, you turned around.

He was in some state of shock, his once bright and tanned skin is now a sickly pale. He moves in front of you when you tried to follow his eyesight, desperately trying to protect you from the horrendous sight but you managed to take a look from over his shoulder

The entire room had dark crimson sludge splattered on the walls and the ground they currently stood on.

But that wasn’t even the worst of it.

It was the various amounts of flesh and guts scattered over a steel, rusted autopsy table where a body laid still as a rock. The body was mutilated and had several markings on it

The two of you weren't sure if it was real or just very detailed decorations but you both shared a look that told each other that they needed to leave and get help.

You moved quickly through the house to find your friends, still joining hands with Kirishima.

When you found Kaminari, Mina and Sero roasting a Pennywise cosplayer, you and Eijirou let out a breath of relief and pleaded them to come with you so you could show them the fucking mess y'all witnessed but when you got to the cursed hallway that you swore had a row of doors along it-

The door was fucking gone?!?

Everyone except you and Eijirou, who were both shocked and sick to their stomachs, was laughing and playing it off as a joke but

Whatever the fuck you both experienced together sure as hell bonded you for life.

💥bakubaby💥

Bakugou doesn't scare easy. This bitch used to watch horror movies when he was 3 years old and had hardcore death metal as his lullaby.

He a tough boi

But when it comes to you, he's so fucking soft and full of warmth 🥰

He fucking loves you even tho you can be kinda stupid sometimes all the time

Like right now, You and Bakubae were at a party that Hagakure was throwing and normally Bakugou would be like ‘fuck no I rather stick a cactus up my ass than hang out with a bunch of extras’ but when you looked so sad that he didn’t want to come with you and said ‘oh,,,that’s fine I guess,,,I’ll just ask Todoroki to come with me’

YOU ALREADY KNOW THIS BITCH DID NOT HESITATE TO LET YOU KNOW YOUR ASS IS HIS

and vice versa (“that bakubooty is MINE NOW,THOTS” - S/O declares from the roof of U.A)

The party was lame and the only thing interesting so far was seeing Iida get drunk and dance to Old Time Road.

Until you ask Momo to whip out an Ouija board from her titties.

Now, Bakugou doesn't really believe in ghosts or shit like that but for some reason, he just has this weird feeling about all of this

But he doesn't want to be seen as a weakling because of a stupid board with the alphabet on it.

You call over Deku and Icy-hot to join you in conjuring some motherfucking ghOSTs

You deadass had to pick all the people he absolutely hates, didn’t you?

Anyway, Bakugou couldn’t let these weak extras show him up so he grabs the planchette and asks you how the fuck this shitty toy works.

when you put your hand on his, he uwus so hard omg

but then dEKU and pRinCe zUkO had to ruin everything by putting their hands on the piece of wood too.

bruh shouto better watch tf out because if he sees y’alls pinkies brush against each other one more fucking time he’s going to go FERAL

The shitty wood chip started to pull their hands toward the ‘HELLO’ side of the board and bakugou went *surprised pikachu face*

HE WASNT SCARED HES JUST TAKEN ABACK FUCKING STUPID DEKU I BET HIS WEAK ASS MOVED IT

“Now we’re supposed to ask it questions.”

”U-um are you here to hurt us?”

”SHUT IT ICYHOT AND STUPID DEKU!,,,I got shit to ask this little dead bitch!!”

Bakudumbass, you should never insult a spirit wtf.

After his rude remark, the candles that you had lit around the four of you suddenly went out. I mean it wasn’t a big deal because shouto could easily light them back up but it definitely shook the lot of you to your core.

When the candles were relit, you couldn’t but help to notice that Izuku was missing from the circle

Oh shit

Bakugou thinks that this is all some stupid fucking scheme to get back at him and he swears when he finds Deku, he will break his bones worse than one for all ever could.

But he shuts that thought down the moment that he senses the burning feeling of eyes staring right into his soul. He looks behind him at the dark shadowy figure that seems to be using the freckled, green-haired hero as it's vessel.

Izuku’s once emerald-green eyes are now a shade of glowing crimson and his once warm, friendly smile now a gruesomely wide smirk as his body now dangles from the air.

Ŷ̵̝̌̂o̴̳͖̼̐͜͝u̷̧̠͙̫̭͖͍͋̍͠ ̵͉̮̲̌̓ň̶͔͊̎͘͝͝ĕ̸̬̜͔̑e̶̤̞̹̜̮̗͂̈́͂͜d̷̡̨̙͎̩̭̭̱̜̟̎̒ ̴̧̬̯̠̼͈̹̽̋͒t̵͓̖͙͍̯̜̣̲̅̀o̸̪͈͓̤͍̖̘͔͎͓͋̂̑ ̴̢̢͙̙͎̠̘̳̳̄̈̉̋ͅl̶̗̭̮͑̃̃͌é̷̜͓̫͚́̐͗̅̃̑á̶̜̲̪̟͙͕͍̹̀̓͋͆͐̉̔ř̴͓͈̥̜̜͆̌̑̓̊͝͠ṋ̷̜͍̲̈͘ ̸̞̘̱̥̞̬̣̫̾h̵͎̻͔̼̻̜̓́͋͘͘o̵̳̭̬͙̠̹̪͇̮͊̈̏̊̕͜w̷̭̟͙̱͔͕̃͋̈́̇̕̚͘͘ ̵̦͎̳͋̀͝͝t̵̢̨̗͖͖͇̺͔͖̾̄͌͗̓̾̀ö̴̲́̀ ̸͇͔̱̟̹̫͓̙̀̏̐̌̆͛̋͑͊ṯ̴̡̭͕̮̯̭̘̌̇̽̉͂̾̓̚͜r̷̪͙͎̱̩͚̻͛̾̓̉̉̓̐̿̀͘ȩ̴̧̣͈͚̗͓̯͚͂̀̈̽̚a̷̛̛̠͙̬͖̾͂t̶̡́̕ ̴̨̠̰̮͕͍̘͌��̡͎ò̸͖̈̏͜t̶͎̼̑͒̿̔̓̈̕͝͠h̷̨͎̲͔̭̖̗̼̘̅̂͂͗͐̍è̷̝̥̠̬̮͈̮̟̔r̸͍͔̳͕̼͛s̷̨̫̼̙̠͉͓̰̽̊̊̔̀͊̃ ̷̛̰̞̳̖̻͕͕̘̝̹̀̎̕k̷͍̳̥̊̋̂̎͒͑̉̽̈́͌ͅḯ̴̩̹̥̤͉̭̘ņ̸̟͎͕̜̞̥̩̬̝͑̋̊̈́̑̏̀̆͐͘ď̸̜̬͇̙̫͉̬̔̏̀̓͊͋l̸̺̲̤̦̼̓̐̀͒̆ẏ̸̖̟͕̣͔̦̳͜,̶̥͇̝͙͔͎̬͌͐̌” ̵̡̻̺̟̻͓͊B̶͖͇̣̲̙͛̊̆̃͑̈́̾̃̕a̶̧͂̍̐̌ķ̶̨̬͇͙̦͓̝̰̩͗͐̿̈͊̏̀̏̕u̴̢̨͕͍͆̆́̏̓͒̉̂̇͝ģ̷̗̱̟̼͉̱̣̐̌̉̒̓́͆͑͒͠ô̵̡͚̻̬̓͒̀͋̔u̵̡̗̻̝̙̓̿͒͆͐̕͝ͅ ̷͖͖̥̭̳͈̑͐̎̐͒K̴̡̡̯͖̹͍̺̟͉̰̆a̴̡̠̘̫̰̖͚͈̲͘t̷͎͈͉͓̩̋̽̿͌ş̷̙͔͎̰̪̜̫̾̌͜͝u̷͉̝̠͚̣͖̿̈́̀͂k̸̜͎̍͠i̴̬̯͇̻̼̹̦̱̋́”

(”you need to learn how to treat others kindly, bakugou katsuki”)

Bakugou is ready for this weird ass shadow man to attack him, he’s got his palms already sparking for the opportunity to blow his ass away back to whatever hell it came from

That doesn’t exactly go as planned

The monster doesn’t come at him but instead, he uses his black matter tendrils to pin you and shouto to the floor as the vine-like shadows slither around your body and constricts your lungs from breathing properly.

It isn’t long until you and todoroki pass out from the lack of air flow and

Bakugou goes into a rage as he sees your unmoving body displayed across the floor as he was too slow to protect you from this fate

The monster discards Deku’s body across the room like a ragdoll and slides its venom-looking ass next to Bakugou’s face and as soon as his crimson eyes meet then eyeless sockets of complete void, Katsuki’s head is smashed into the floorboard as the demonic energy escapes through the window to wreak havoc on the world.

Kaminari decides to check up on the four that ventured off by themselves and when he enter the room and saw them all laying on the floor huddled together, surrounded by candles all he could think to say was...

”🥺 they didn't invite me to the orgy”

#bakugou x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima x reader #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bnha #bnha x reader #horror #mha #boko no hero academia #bnha imagines #bakugokatsuki

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qwertythepopstarian08 · 4 years

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JSAB Reverse Superhero AU Fanfic: Hero in Training

A gift for @rhyth5 and @aquatic-turquoise!

It’s been a while since I’ve done any Reverse Superhero stuff, and I was in the mood for writing an action scene!

Description: Squog is excited to finally join the Pink Menace in his superhero work. There’s just one problem... he doesn’t know what his powers will be...

Warning for slight violence.

As always, the period after the battle was silent, full of mourning for those lose and heavy with fear for what was to come. Even the normally bustling streets of Paradise City were dark and dreary, the lights all busted or otherwise lacking power. All was still and solemn as the city’s hero traveled, making his long trek back home to face another day and prepare for his next night of fighting.

All was quiet, save for the tinny, echoing voice of a certain newcomer hero...

“Menace… when can I learn how to shoot lasers from my eye?” Squog’s eager voice echoed through the night, his very presence seeming to brighten the otherwise dull area. Quite literally, given that his body gave off a faint pink glow, his fur shiny and reflective and filled with magic.

The Pink Menace paused, turning to face his energetic companion. His eyes slid partially shut with exhaustion, and he gave a small chuckle, reaching to pat the shape dog on the head. “I’m not sure about that, kiddo.” He internally cringed; he was hardly fourteen and already referring to his sidekick as a kid. “But I think I’ve got an idea of one of your powers.”

Squog lit up like a neon sign, buzzing with excitement. “What is it?” His tail wagged madly, its movements a blur from the speed and light that it gave off. “Flight? Telekinesis? The power to bend magnetic fields with my mind?!”

No response came from his partner in crime-fighting. Squog lowered his head, his glow dimming a bit as he fell back into step with the Menace’s lazy gait.

The very aura seemed to change as they set foot in the more damaged end of town, the area closest to the Treeangle and thus the area home to most of the most brutal battles. The carnage was obvious in the infrastructure, the roads peppered with indentations from misfired cannons, stomping beasts, and crushing impacts.

The pair of heroes slid down the sudden incline that marked the edge of a particularly large, unavoidable crater in the street, kicking up ash and faint cyan dust with the movement. They began to trek across the gap, Squog’s paws hovering just inches off the charred, flattened ground. The two fell into an eerie, placid silence, no words needed to be exchanged as the equal feeling of loss settled in their souls. It sent shivers through Squog, and he found himself freezing up, the cold settling in his bones and making him pause with worry as the other hero slowly came to a stop, right in the center of the crater.

Menace chuckled, stretching until the bones in his arms popped softly. He felt his joints disconnect, loosen, a brief burst of energy rushing through his limbs, before he suddenly pulled his arms back, an orb of volatile energy forming in his claws. His sleeves melted away to reveal the segmented, simplistic nature of his arms in their combat form, and a crooked grin stretched across his face as he brought his cannon to eye level with Squog.

The canine hero yelped, jumping back just as the Pink Menace fired, further charring the ground where he’d been standing once before. His ears folded down, and he let out a whimper, his core humming with nervousness.

“Menace?” Squog called. He lowered himself a bit, his limbs shaking. “What are you doing? You could’ve fried me!”

The other hero said nothing, firing another round of blasts in a straight line, the lasers chasing after Squog. The dog could do little to escape as the double blasts closed in, cornering him and forcing him to leap. His fur shimmered in the moonlight, and he felt something snap within him, his body shuddering all at once as he screamed, rolling in the air.

A shadow of emotionlessness fell over his mentor’s face, and Squog’s ears twitched, picking up on the unique, lilting melody of beat magic. In time with the Menace’s heart rate eye, the electric beat slammed with heavy bass, menacing undertones ringing through the air as the unfamiliar, boss-worthy music roared.

Squog landed behind the Menace, yelling again, “Snap out of it, buddy!” He slammed his paws against the ground for traction, rearing up and landing a not-so-harsh kick in his partner in crime-fighting’s side. “This isn’t you!”

The Menace was sent flying, through he soon recovered, his claws shooting forth to dig into the ground. He showed no outward signs of infection from the Cursed Tree, though he lacked emotion as well, his movements cold and calculated…

Squog’s heart sank in terror; this wasn’t how his friend normally fought, not in the slightest.

Before he could continue his panicked musings, something burning and sharp connected with his side. He twisted to avoid it, scraping his stomach against the disconnected arm that whizzed by him. His eyes widened, and he hissed in pain, bristling and stumbling back.

The battle was beginning to wear on him, and he could feel the music growing louder, its presence a tickling, nerve wracking sensation at the back of his mind.

The Pink Menace sauntered over to his dislodged arm, picking it up and reconnecting it to his body with a snap. He slowly turned to face Squog… before his body flickered, glitching out of view.

The heroic dog’s pale eyes went wide, and he darted to the center of the “arena”, tense. He cowered, looking around frantically for any sign of the attacking shape’s reappearance. Hackles rising, the canine pulled his magenta cape tighter against his body, halting his shivering in hopes of listening for the Menace’s song. Paranoia crept through his soul, gripping at his mind; the Menace could teleport anywhere around him, could flicker through him and send him flying at a whim. Squog went pallid, glad that he’d been on the antihero’s side for at least this long…

His ears twitched, and his heart clenched, a sudden terror filling him. Something instinctive screamed within him to move, to run from the spot directly in front of him. He leapt backwards, soaring through the air, away from his would-be attacker. The Pink Menace glitched back into existence mere feet away, swiping through the air with wicked claws.

Squog landed directly on his left foreleg, and a pained howl ripped from his throat. He crumpled to the ground, a loud snap ringing out as he felt his ankle snap. Sensing his weakness, the Menace was upon him in an instant, wasting no time picking him up and tossing him in the air, where he’d be vulnerable to attack… Squog’s eyes snapped open fully, glowing harshly. A feral snarl left him, and he sunk his teeth into the Menace’s shoulder just as he was lifted. The inertia sent the Menace flying over Squog’s shoulder, gravity seeming to warp somehow, just enough so that the antihero was sent careening wherever Squog willed him to be.

That seemed to do some damage, and the traitorous hero stayed where he’d fallen. Squog’s sharp gaze caught the smallest twitch of a finger. His eyes narrowed, pupils pulling into slits, and with a mere thought, the glow around his body hardened into powerful, shocking energy, electrocuting and thoroughly stunning the Pink Menace.

The battle was over.

A minute passed with the fallen Menace making no further attempts to move. Squog’s tense posture relaxed, and his eyes filled with fear. He rushed over to his friend’s side, whimpering.

“Menace?” When no response came, he whimpered, pawing at the other hero’s face. “Menace..?”

Slowly, the young shape’s good eye opened, the heart rate monitor in the place of his other eye returning to a steady pulse. He quirked a small grin and hummed, “Gravity, clairvoyance, and electricity.”

Squog stared at him, his eyes full of tears, which glinted in the low light. It took him a moment to fully process what had been said, before his eyes flickered with insight.

A jolt of that fervent energy rushed across his body, from the tip of his tail to his ears, and a tiny, elated grin pulled at his features.

“It was all a test…those are my powers...” he realized, awestruck. Joy bubbled from within him, replacing the previous anxiety, and he let out a gleeful whoop. “I have powers!”

He was so overcome with joy that he failed to notice, even with his limited clairvoyance, the flickering of spatial energy just in his peripheral vision. He glanced back at the Pink Menace to share the joy, but he squeaked upon seeing that the once exhausted shape had vanished.

Squog’s ears folded down, before a chill raced down his spine. The dark pink tones drained from his body as the sun began to rise, depriving him of his otherworldly form and the excess energy that came with it. Just as he began to relax, however, a new terror filled him, a frown twisting his expression as his eyes went wide.

“I MISSED MY DATE WITH STRAWBERRY!”

With that, the shape dog zoomed through the city, mind swimming with apologies and excuses already. In his rush, he didn’t even notice the sharp pink gaze watching him from the shadows…

Deep within the darkness of the city, something very wrong, ancient and twisted grinned; a new hero was in town, and he’d soon be crushed...

#jsab #just shapes and beats #Reverse Superhero AU #Squog #Ngb #Blixer #Oh Look a Story Thing

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bangtanfancamp · 5 years

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The one where Jungkook makes you coffee

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•jungkook x reader , taehyung x reader

•3.7k words

• fluffy angst? Slice of life, slow burn, vaguely smutty... sort of? Not really? If you squint upside down?

• Le first part, le second part, le third part, le fourth part, le fifth part, le sixth part, le seventh part, le eighth part, le ninth part

•part 9 of an on going drabble series where our lovable jungkookie meets the girl of his dreams, but can’t have her because she’s his best friend’s girlfriend

What if you met the perfect person at the worst possible time?

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“Hey, do you need anything?”

Jungkook’s voice gently shook you from your reverie.

You were laying on your belly on the carpet on his guest room floor, feet swaying in the air, thoughts lost to world before his voice cracked through the shell of silence around you. For the first time, you became aware of how you were positioned and nervously wondered if your pajama shorts were hiked up a bit too high at the moment. Regrettably, if they were, there wasn’t anything you could do about the indecency now. Adjusting them would only draw attention to your overly perky butt. Best to stay still then. Maybe he wouldn’t notice….

“Oh. Yeah, I’m fine,” You lied, trying to hide the melancholy in your eyes. “Thank you...for asking.” you tried a close mouthed smile, and Jungkook noticed it didn’t make it to your eyes.

“Okay, well… let me know if you do?” Hands in his pockets, he pivoted toward the bathroom across the hall, leaving you with your thoughts. You repositioned yourself and sat up on your shins, trying to shake yourself out of your current mood and tugging down your pastel cotton shorts a little.

You went to leave the guest room, trying to escape the hallway before jungkook left the restroom, but instead, the two of you wound up awkwardly bumping into each other. Neither of you were looking up in an attempt to avoid the other’s eyes and had crashed because of it.

“Oof, my gosh. Sorry! That’s on me. I was just- I... haven’t eaten yet. So I was just gonna head to the kitchen,” you fiddled with the hem of your T-shirt as you rambled your apology.

“Hey, no that was on me. I can cook you something, if you like?” His sweet eyes were so big and earnest. You hated to turn him down.

“No,.... no, you don’t have to go to all that trouble. I’m probably just … gonna make some tea or coffee or something.... oh, I can get some for you too if you like? I should have asked. I’m sorry” Where was your head today? You felt so scattered, and your voice sounded so strange to you. Did you always sound so spacey?

“You know, coffee’s not actually food, y/n. You haven’t been eating very much lately,” he let the observation slip before he realized what he was doing. Your large beautiful eyes darted startled up to his at being caught.

“Have I not? Sorry. I’ve been so distracted lately. There’s a lot going on….. Just, haven’t had much of an appetite, I guess” you tried to shrug it off and hoped he’d leave it alone- you honestly hadn’t been aware of that particular side effect- but the soft concern in his eyes told you otherwise. You were shocked that he noticed.

“Well, if you’re gonna make either one, yeah. I’d love some. I’m just gonna be doing some editing in my room.” He smiled at you. It was warm but subtle, like he was trying not to scare you away.

“Okay… but I don’t know how you take them though.”

“Cream and sugar for both. I’ve always liked sweet things.” Came his casual response as he rounded the corner. Somehow his words made you blush.

Jungkook was- well, he was wonderful. Point blank. That’s all there was too it. It was particularly unhelpful. The thought haunted you as you hugged your arms around yourself and made your way into the kitchen. There was no point going down that rabbit trail again, best to find something else to think about. When you entered the room, you noticed a plate on the far counter covered in foil with a sticky note on top that read,

Y/n, please enjoy if you get hungry.

What was this? Peeling back the foil, you found strips of crisp bacon and fluffy scrambled eggs awaiting you. They were cold now- they’d clearly been here for a while. You glanced at the clock and realized it was almost noon. You’d heard jungkook get up hours ago, but hadn’t really thought anything of it. He was an early riser and you had an evening rehearsal schedule. This was the new normal for you...But clearly, he’d been thinking about you this morning. While you’d been holed up in his guest room trying to unremember how improbably perfect his jawline was, he’d been hoping to see you. Gosh, you were so dense. Had you really been lost in your own head that long?

You looked back over your shoulder toward his room and felt your first real smile in days twist it’s way across your lips. He really had noticed the dip in your eating. And he’d sought to take care of you before you’d even admitted it to yourself. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had done something so small but so sweet for you. For some reason, your eyes began to glaze at his simple act of care.

As you went to warm up the food, something in your chest felt lighter. You felt special, you felt seen. Something in your belly sparkled and lit up and instead of fighting it this time, you let it spread through you.

You had been determined to try to see jungkook only as a friend. To keep your affections for him sequestered in a small platonic bubble. You would have to see him, have to be around him, but you thought it all would be simpler if you tried to trick yourself into viewing him as a brother. You had to.

Jungkook was incredibly handsome but he was also beyond sweet. He seemed to have a soft spot for you- he always seemed to keep an eye out to make sure you were comfortable or okay. He was attentive and kind with his wide, innocent eyes. He made it so easy to love him. Which meant you had to work extra hard to keep yourself and your wild heartbeat under control around him.

You pulled your legs up to cross your ankles Indian style in front of you as you settled in the small dining area in his kitchen. His particular unit had the loveliest view of the trees in the neighborhood. You propped your chin in one hand as you gazed out the window and crunched your first slice of bacon.

Coexisting with both boys was the most bizarre minefield. It was great that Taehyung hadn’t picked up on the chemistry between you and jungkook but at the same time, it honestly made you feel ignored just as much as it felt like you were lying to him. You hadn’t acted on any of your feelings. Not at all. But the fact that they even existed at all made you feel treacherous. And that made it impossible for you to be your normal self around your Taehyung. So you’d done the only thing you could think of to protect both of them- withdraw.

But unfortunately, it just made you feel like everything was eating you alive. You couldn’t focus in rehearsals or at dinner or even when you were driving- attempting to manage the ferocity of these feelings for Jungkook was a full time job with no pay and zero benefits. Except for moments like these- when he was sweet and thoughtful- and even though it should have made it worse, you finally felt like you could breathe a little.

The problem with Jungkook was that despite the feral, chemical way your body reacted to his- that’s not all this connection was. His heart always seemed to search for ways to make you comfortable and put you at ease, and it worked because he was good at it. He was attentive- he caught every detail of everything and tried to cater to you.

When you were exhausted and frustrated with not being able to memorize your lines but Taehyung wanted to go out to eat, jungkook would offer to cook dinner so everyone was taken care of. When you’d check out in conversation or he could tell the topic made you uncomfortable , Jungkook would make a joke about something you liked to slowly draw you back into the present with that pretty smile of his. He made sure you and Taehyung’s bedding was extremely soft so you were always comfortable and always asked if you needed anything. He even kept your favorite juice stocked in his fridge for Pete’s sake- and you’d never told him what it was. He’d figured it out on his own. And his eyes…. his gorgeous, perceptive eyes were always, always on you. They didn’t miss anything.

You could feel them sear through you when you entered the room, feel the back of your neck tingle when you turned away and he thought you couldn’t see him anymore. But you knew…. you always knew. You felt it. A few times you were careless, intentionally wearing a dress that you knew hit your curves well or letting your hair tumble down when you were around him, setting little traps to see if your suspicions were right. Secretly hoping his eyes would catch that too.

And my god, he always did. His cheeks would flush a decadent scarlet when you’d catch him, eyes darting away as you stifled the prideful smile that tried to paint its way onto your lips. You needed to stop that. But it felt so good to know you affected him that way. Especially since he got to you the way he did.

But at the end of the day, it was still his kindness that affected you the most deeply. Just like it had this morning. You pushed off from the table once you’d finally finished and made your way over to the coffee maker. You should bring him a cup. One cup of Joe wouldn’t do you in, right? It was the least you do since he was letting you both stay with him while this funk you were in made you such a horrible house guest.

The sultry brew began to percolate as you put your dishes away. Once the pot was done, you went to pour both your mugs of coffee. You wandered down the hall, your bare feet quiet on the hardwood.Lost in your musings on the situation, you forgot to knock since Jungkook always left his door open anyway, and wandered in on silent feet.

“Jungkook, I brought you some-“ and a shriek ripped its way from your chest. There- in the middle of his room-,stood a half naked Jeon Jungkook, halfway through lifting his shirt up over his head. In your panic, you’d jumped and both cups of hot coffee poured themselves down the front of your shirt, causing your second scream in less than 30 seconds. You were a complete mess.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?” Jungkook's doe eyes were even larger than usual with panic.

“I’m so sorry! I am so sorry.” Your eyes were scrunched shut as your fists clutched the two empty mugs for dear life. He was-beautiful. My god, how could anyone be sculpted like that? You’d known he was in good shape but god. Warn a girl.

“For what? You didn’t do anything. Are you hurt? Did that burn you?” He was by your side in an instant, tugging at the hem of your shirt that was plastered to your body with dark hot coffee.

“What? Oh… I’m fine. No, I’m just… so sorry. I should’ve knocked. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy and-“ you rambled, eyes darting everywhere but at his body.

“Hey.” Jungkook’s forefinger crooked beneath your chin and lifted it toward him. “Look at me. It’s okay. I’m so used to living alone, I didn’t even think about it. That’s on me. But we’ve got to get you out of this, okay? Yeah?” He searched your eyes, his own soft with comfort.

You nodded feebly. He went to remove the mugs from your hands that you realized you were still white knuckling and placed them gently on his side table. You regrettably realized he was still shirtless. It was impossible to miss the breadth of his shoulders or the way his torso tapered down to that slim waist, how his narrow hips disappeared beneath his sweatpants .... God help you. You hadn’t needed a first hand view. You were all ready hanging on by a thread as it was.

“Here, tug this off okay? I’ll grab something else for you. Just hold on. And I won’t look.” Jungkook promised as he dashed to rifle through his set of drawers. He rummaged around with his back to you, as your eyes hungrily drank in the expanse of his muscular back.

No. Stop it.

You internally snapped at yourself before stuttering out loud “No it’s okay..I’ll be fine. I just-“

“Nonsense.” Jungkook interrupted. “Tae started doing laundry this morning before he left, so I know for a fact that all your other clothes are currently sloshing around in the washing machine.”

Well crap.

“So snatch that wet thing off so we can get you dry okay?” He seemed determined, and with a heavy sigh of resignation, you finally agreed.

“Fine.” You mumbled, soft and a bit pathetic. It just wasn’t your morning so far.

“Ahh! Here it is.” Jungkook snatched something triumphantly out of his drawer and waved it over his head. Promptly turning on his heel, he marched toward you, his free hand covering his eyes and presented it to you. “Here, it's super oversized. It’s long on me, so it might drown you, but it’ll cover you know, everything.” His smile was a little lopsided. It was boyish and adorable, the pride he took in caring for you.

“Okay. Can you um…” you cleared your throat. You didn’t know how to ask him to turn away.

“Oh! Gotcha! Sorry.” It was his turn to scrunch his eyes shut, palms outstretched with the beige shirt for you. Once your were sure he wasn’t looking, (you waited and checked) you gingerly peeled your wet top off, checking to see if the coffee had stained the lavender lace of your bralette beneath. You sighed in relief when you realized it hadn’t. It didn’t fit perfectly, but it was your prettiest and your favorite so at least something went right today.

Snatching the dry shirt from jungkook's hand, you immediately whipped it over your body in one deft swoop, finally able to breathe at least a little bit. The shirt was massive on you, it dangled almost to your cavles. But he was right, everything was covered. You tried not to think about how it felt to be in his clothes. The shirt was so cozy, so soft. The sweet soapy fragrance of it smelled so much like him that it was like being wrapped up in the tactile version of how he made you feel. Your panicked little heart was having a hell of a time trying to keep up with all this.

But you were covered and coffee free. Crisis averted? Satisfied as one could be under the circumstances, you cleared your throat again. When he didn’t respond, you tapped him gently on his bare shoulder, whispering a soft, “it’s your turn to get dressed now.”

Jungkook blushed, seemingly realizing for the first time that he wasn’t fully dressed. You, however, were still painfully aware that his glorious, honeyed upper half was still very much exposed.

“Crap, I’m so sorry,” he chuckled guiltily. He bolted to his closet, immediately throwing a black oversized hoodie over his grey sweatpants. It was a more attractive look than it should have been.

You noticed that jungkook seemed a bit squirmy and nervous now that the crisis had been abated. You figured maybe it was because there wasn’t really anything to talk about now… that’s why you were quiet….

But Jungkook was being quiet because he had, in fact, snuck a peak your way when you were changing. He’d told himself it was just for science. To make sure the beverage hadn’t actually burned you- because you honestly were stubborn enough to act fine when you were actually hurt- but boy, did he bite off more than he could chew.

Your belly was splattered with a few angry red splotches, but nothing that looked too serious . The rest of you, however, was serious as a heart attack.

Your breasts were soft and full and threatened to spill over the edges of whatever that pale purple thing you were wearing was. He loved the little way your waist dipped and curved out beneath your ribs, the soft arc of your tummy…. he wanted to stamp a kiss to your hip bone right above your pink shorts. Something about your body was so sweet and inviting- just like you. Your skin looked softer than velvet and he’d have given anything then just to press his cheek against it and sink his fingers into it.

Did all girls look like that? Or was it just you?

Kookie had been with other girls before. Granted it had been awhile, but it had happened. But he’d been less bold then. He wasn’t fully comfortable with himself yet at the time, so out of respect, he’d never let his eyes linger any one spot too long hoping they’d do the same for him.

The shy kid he was then was so shocked that he was even with a girl that he never took the time to savor it. He just wanted to indulge before she changed her mind. He never wanted to push too far. He’d been in a few clumsy, chaotic sessions over the years- pawing at one another’s clothes in the darkness searching for skin, lips being bitten, breath heaving hard, but he couldn’t remember a single girl who’d inebriated him like you did- and you weren’t even trying. If anything, you were hiding from him. You….This was different. You were different . He hadn’t even touched you yet, and he was already completely unraveling.

And here you were, midday, in his room, wearing his favorite T-shirt and looking at him with these big lost eyes and he couldn’t stand it. God, he wanted to kiss you. He felt his eyes lingering on your lips. He should have tried harder to hide it, but at this point, he was honestly just tired. He didn’t know how to act around you, and he was exhausted with the effort.

“Thank you… and for um, for breakfast too.” you mumbled softly. You’d caught the way he was looking at you, felt how much it unnerved and excited you. You let your eyes drift down to the soggy shirt you still clutched as you smiled.

“Breakfast?” His brows quirked.

“Yeah, the eggs and the bacon? The plate in the kitchen?” You explained, but his eyes seemed void of recognition.

“I didn’t…. cook anything this morning. I just had cereal. I offered to make you something remember? But you said no.”

“Then who…?”

No.

And that’s when realization struck you- taehyung had made you breakfast. And you’d given Jungkook the credit. Oh no. You could cry.

“Oh.” Jungkook realized it about the same time as you. “I heard him in there this morning. Told him bye right before he left- that’s how I knew about the laundry. But yeah, he must have left that for you. I… didn’t see it.”

It was silent then. Jungkook shoved his hands in the pouch pocket of his hoodie, a muscle tensing along the corner of his jaw. He felt a little sick. Your eyes fell away from him, thick lashes fluttering as you tried to reconcile your assumptions with reality. Somehow, this was worse.

With the building tension between you temporarily snuffed out and a whole new host of things to worry about, you sighed heavily, dropping your shoulders and looking up at jungkook. His face was stormy and troubled beneath his thick wavy bangs, and you decided to take that moment to offer you both a platonic olive branch.

“Hey, do you wanna come to the kitchen with me and try this coffee thing again? I think my day could use a re- do… how bout you?” Your smile was small then, but hopeful.

“I think ... I’d really like that.” The side of his mouth quirked up, eyes softening. “But I’ll make the drinks this time. You’re dead if you spill anything on my favorite shirt.”

“Deal?” You held out your hand, and tentatively, he took it. His was strong and rough and it swallowed yours, but you suppressed your internal reaction.

“Deal,” he whispered in a soft breath. Though the breakfast thing with Taehyung continued to tumble around in his head. All of this was way easier when he felt like he loved you more than Tae did. That you were more right for him. But as he followed you through the living room, he started to realize that maybe he didn’t love you more than Tae did…. Maybe he just loved you differently.

He’d assumed Tae didn’t love you enough to pay attention to the details, but apparently, he did. Maybe he just took care of you in his own way. Jungkook didn’t know how to feel about that. Caring for you was his only “advantage” in a way, he’d thought. It was the thing he was best at, so he didn’t know how to feel about being one upped. It troubled him as he passed along behind you, unaware of the revelations you were having just a few feet away.

Once you’d both made it back to the kitchen, you got settled and propped up cozily at his dining table while he busied himself with the coffee machine. You mulled over what to say now. With the clarity you’d gained a few moments ago, you realized that maybe a change of tactics was in order. Once Jungkook sat down across from you, a sudden boldness swept over you. You went it with it before you lost your follow through-

“Kookie? I need to tell you something. And it’s gonna sound crazy, but I need you to listen to me, all the way to the end okay?” You began. His curiosity was piqued at your mood shift.

“Okay,” he shrugged his shoulders lightheartedly, but your gaze was serious.

“I’m serious, Kookie. Promise me.” you said solemnly.

“Okay…. promise.” He bobbed his head in agreement, now extremely intrigued. You licked your lips and braced your courage, stumbling at first.

“Kookie… jungkook, I....” you cleared your throat, your next words getting hitched and caught.

“I like you.”

His heart stopped.

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our-jensen-ackles-love · 5 years

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Easy Girl

Cowboy!Dean x Reader

-- Dean sees more than meets the eye and wants to give you a little taste.

Word Count: 1304

Warnings: fluff, all of it. mild cursing.

Author’s Note: This is for my girl @jerkbitchidjitassbutt who’s having a rough day. Plus I’ve been in a cowboy mood for a couple days. This is unbeta’d all mistakes are mine.

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Dean Winchester has been ruining your life for a couple of months now.

He’s been working as a ranch hand on the farm. It was a token of gratitude for your daddy not kicking him to the curb when he found him bruised and battered on the front porch. No questions were ever asked about the circumstances of his arrival, as he had been giving a bed in the barn and food in the morning, but you had a suspicion that it had something to with the gang of outlaws that were running through these mountains lately.

You took a liking to him quickly, one that was apparently overly evident to your mother who reminded you not to get attached to temporary help. But you couldn’t stop it - everything about the man from his smirk to the way he called you “ma’am” in front of Paw did things to your insides. It was a lost cause, sure, especially because of promise your father had made with one of the farmers a couple of towns over, but no matter what you did, your heart went wild at the sight of him in those fields every day.

“Mornin’” you called out to him as you stepped into the dusty and dimly lit barn. “Ma told me to bring you some breakfast.”

You hadn’t seen him when you stepped through but at the mention of food, his head popped out from one of the stables. “You’re ma is a saint.”

“Be sure to tell her that,” you said with a grin while handing him over the plate piled high with eggs and steak. “You know she loves the praises you give her.”

With a mouth full of food, he gave you a scratchy laugh before swiping at some of the excess bits that were trying to make its escape from those pouty lips of his. “Maybe I should lay up a bit, huh?”

You shrugged. “Not really my place to say.”

Dean raised an eyebrow at you. You were quick to avert your gaze to the horse he had been handling when you first walked in, realizing it was one of the newer mares daddy had just bought in town. Despite feeling his eyes on you, you focused in on how feral she looked. Her mane was tangled and knotted, her coat was caked with a mixture of mud and what looked like possible blood. Her hooves were in surprisingly great condition, but you were sure that more native animals had their ways of keeping themselves together without human interaction. But her eyes, those big brown globes held a completely different world than you were used to - something between a mixture of fear and freedom.

Feeling a surge of bravery, you reached a hand forward to pat the mare on the neck only for her to whip her head towards you and bare her teeth aggressively. A large hand shot out from behind you, “Easy, easy,” Dean’s husky voice whispered, his breath tickling your ear. “Easy there, girl.”

With his free hand, he wrapped his arm around you pulling you closer to his chest while taking a slow couple of steps backward until you found yourself exactly where you had started. When he had the gate closed behind him did he turn to you with a smug smile on his lips. “What was that?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He shook his head, mumbling something under his breath before leaning back against gate protecting you from the beast behind it. His emerald eyes bore into you while his tongue traced his lower lip before he spoke with that drawl of his, “I’ll tell ya what I think.”

You rolled your eyes, brushing some dust from the front of your blouse hating how heated you felt when he looked at you like that. “And I can tell you, that I probably don’t want to hear it.”

“Nah, I think you want to hear this darlin’,” he stated pushing himself forward so that he was just a mere inch from where you were breathing.

Not being able to catch a proper breath to give him a retort, you settled for a simple nod, but not without crossing your arms in front of you. Dean began to circle you, slowly, making it evident in the way he was eyeing you that he was inspecting you just like he did with all the animals that came through here. They needed to be checked for signs of obvious injuries, things like limping or scratches from either other animals or an attempt at escaping the enclosure.

On a rare occasion, there would damage from someone trying to steal the livestock, but that wasn’t always apparent in the usual daily inspection. That was a whole separate thing with some of the farm animals.

“I think you hate this place,” he said carefully, keeping his eyes trained on you. “I think you want something different than the mundane farm life. I think, much like that mare in there, you want that feeling of freedom.”

“You know nothing Winchester.”

He smirked. “You forget little lady, I’ve been here for months. I see a lot of things around here that many don’t.”

For some reason, those words and the way his voice twanged at the end had you squirming. “I stand by what I said.”

“Hm,” he hummed, stopping his circle when he was back in front of you, bringing your attention once more to his unshaven whiskers. In the months you had gotten to know the man, you had to admit he looked best with some facial hair. Your mother expressed differently, saying a well-kept man was one worth keeping, but maybe Dean was only a little right on his observations that he was stating.

You had been focusing a little too hard on how good his facial hair was looking that you didn’t realize that, once again, Winchester was standing a little too close. You stood your ground, despite the fact that your question came out hushed. “What are you doing?”

“Giving you that little taste of freedom,” he grinned smugly.

You weren’t sure what he meant until he took a calloused hand and brought it to your cheek, his thumb coming down to trace the outline of your lower lip slowly. You had to remind yourself to breathe as normally as possible, even though your heart was beating like that time you had to run away from that escaped bull.

His eyes roamed to yours for a moment, like he was silently making sure you were okay with his actions, knowing all too well that if your Paw caught the two of you standing like this, he’d probably have the man hung. When he saw that you weren’t giving him any resistance, he closed the gap between the two of you, his hard, chapped lips pushing into your much softer ones carefully.

He tasted like the earth; a mixture of tang, sweetness, and dirt. It was complex, much like the man who held your face in his hands like you were a delicate rose.

You reached upwards, clinging to the front of his shirt when he pulled away, that same smugness present from earlier. “Easy there, girl.”

“Excuse me!?” You scoffed releasing him quickly before meeting his cheek with your palm. “Screw you, shithead,” you seethed, pushing him back and making your way back towards the main house.

His head was turned away from you as he clenched his jaw at the blow you had given, but that smile still remained when you abandoned him. “I was talking to the horse,” he shouted after you.

You’d never admit it, at least not anytime soon, but his kiss was way more than freedom for you. It made you feel like you could fly.

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codynaomiswireart · 6 years

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“Gauze in the Wound” - Part 13

Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 and 12

Wow, this story just keeps getting harder and harder to write! Sorry about the long wait for this chapter. Hopefully it's worth it though.

Also, bringing some more OC's into the mix! Usually, when writing fan fiction, I try not to add too many new characters that aren't canon, but with the way the story's going/will go, it just feels called for this time around.

Sabine and Pontus character descriptions for those who are curious - https://codynaomiswireart.tumblr.com/post/174347636560/tangled-the-series-ocs-sabine-and-pontus-have

Elsewhere, deep in one of the forests of the Seven Kingdoms, a bright white stag went bounding through the thickets as the elder eagle screed overhead, relating to the king of the wood the stirrings that were occurring at this very hour in the kingdom of Equis. Help was surely to be needed soon, destiny was at hand, and they must make all haste if they were to make it in time.

With a sweet, keening call, the stag announced his arrival at the cottage in the glen where a single lantern glowed dim in the dark shade of the moonlit canopy, marking the front gate to what appeared to be a meager, humble abode. A few seconds later, another glow came alight inside the thatched-roofed cottage, and a figure carrying the light could be seen dimly through the windows as they made their way to the front door.

“Oh, Pontus!” Sabine greeted the hart with a gentle, wrinkled hand in his bright white muzzle. “What is it old friend? What’s happened?”

With a few more grunts, gestures, and a trilling interjection from the elder eagle as he alighted by the door, Sabine was able to get enough of the message to understand.

“Great trouble in Equis. Must go immediately. We will lead you there.”

“Right-o then,” Sabine said as she beckoned her woodland comrades into her cottage. Such a sight would’ve been seen as counterintuitive to anyone who did not know the magic of that house, but in reality, there was almost no faster way to get around the forests of the Seven Kingdoms than via Sabine’s Safe House.

“To Equis then,” Sabine announced as she turned the dials and lit up the crystals on the old, enchanted astrolabe mounted to the back of the front door. The dark blue glasswork behind it shimmered with various constellations and planetary symbols as the device came alight, and the whole frame of that house vibrated and groaned like a rapidly growing tree before becoming completely still again moments later. This done, Sabine hurriedly grabbed a dark cloak, first-aid kit, and her trusty winding staff that sat waiting to the side of the door. Then she and her company stepped their way back out over the threshold and into a whole other part of the Seven Kingdoms, now within the territory of Equis.

“Lead on you two!” Sabine said as she mounted up onto Pontus’s back, and the stag and eagle rushed off towards the south and west where they could sense fateful battle was soon to be at hand.

“Varian!” Xavier yelped in surprise from the back of the crowd, having just recovered from the shock of seeing Varian, Queen Arianna, and a giant feral Ruddiger of all things standing between them and the separatists’ hideout. By now, the separatists themselves were scrambling to get back up from the ground, and were getting into a defensive formation as they readied their bows and blades to combat the new, unexpected threat that stood in their way.

“Xavier, are you all right?” Varian called back to him, his voice serious as both he and Arianna stood poised to strike with their weapons aimed at the crowd. Ruddiger’s throat vibrated with low warning growls, deterring any sudden movements or shots fired from the opposing side. As the beast flexed his huge muscles under his thick, leathery hide, it was clear to the archers that no arrows would be taking him down easily.

“Varian! Y-you shouldn’t be here!” Xavier exclaimed, his tone somewhere between frightened and livid. “And your majesty! What were you two thinking!? You should’ve stayed safe back at the castle! Don’t you realize what could happen if they got a hold of-!?”

“Eeeeeeeeeee! Ha ha ha!”

Suddenly, a sharp, screeching, completely unanticipated cry of delight shattered the tense atmosphere, and all eyes couldn’t help but stop and turn to its source.

“Oh my gosh brother, you were right!” the lady spy said as she clapped her hands together and bounced like a child on the balls of her feet, her eyes wide with wonder as they fixed on the shaggy behemoth that stood before them. “Ha ha ha! Look at him! Isn’t he just amazing? He he! And SO cute!”

Varian blinked a couple times, completely thrown for a few seconds by the randomness of having someone gush over Ruddiger in his giant beast form, and during such a time of crisis as this. Varian glanced bewilderedly back and forth between his gigantic, snarling guardian and the lady separatist who beamed up at him as if she’d just seen the most adorable of kittens playing with a ball of yarn on the carpet at home.

“Awwww, aren’t you just the best thing ever! C-can I pet him, please?”

“You stand back!” Varian yelled, and Ruddiger roared defensively in response to the urgency of his master’s voice. The Saporian agent let out another series of giggles as he did so, though she did step back a pace or two at their warning.

“Now, let’s try this again,” Varian began, and pausing as Queen Arianna now made to speak.

“In the name of King Frederic of Corona, and I, her majesty Queen Arianna, we demand that you release Xavier of Corona. If you fail to comply, you will taste the wrath of the crown and our allies, and suffer the consequences.”

“Never!” the commander shouted to the queen in reply. “How dare you make such a threat to Saporia, you Coronian scum! You have no authority here in Equis, and we outnumber you ten to one! All of you!” the commander called back to his comrades. “Ready your weapons, and attack on my signal!”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Varian said, his voice now turning astoundingly cool and confident, and his face even managing a small sneer as he reached into the pack at his hip and pulled out several glowing vials. Fanning them out between the fingers of his free hand, Varian tried to look as confident and intimidating as he could, given his age and current stature. Which, surprisingly, ended up begin quite a bit, especially given the stark contrast between light and shadow that was splashed across his features in the pale light of the full moon behind him, and the glowing vials he held at the ready.

“Unless you guys just really want to be run over by several hundred pounds worth of sheer muscle, feel the pain of several thousand pounds per square inch of jaw strength sink into your guts, and taste the cold steel and bitter chemicals of ancient alchemy, I suggest you all stand down, right now.”

Arianna’s eyes narrowed, and she had to struggle to withhold any words of annoyance at Varian’s deliberately leaving her out of his equation for their fighting force (not that this exclusion surprised her, given how obstinate he could be). And she also tried not to shudder at Varian’s drastic change in tone as he said those harsh words with such smugness, for it was very unnerving to see how quickly Varian could shift his apparent mood when he felt the need. Only minutes ago, he had been near to tears at seeing Ruddiger’s painful transformation, and had comforted the creature with words and gestures so tender that it was hard to believe he had been capable of any villainy at all. But now, Arianna felt a chill run down her spine as Varian re-donned that snarky, twisted, hostile demeanor that he had taken on that one fateful day, and that always left one with a moment of doubt upon witnessing it as to whether or not the boy had actually ever displayed any such tenderness before in his life.

The difference was truly night and day – a contrast as stark as the light and shadow that currently outlined his features.

“At least we’re on the same side this time,” Arianna thought to herself as she worked to hold her bow steady, and she felt her arms begin to ache with the effort to hold it taut before her. She really hoped this confrontation would end soon, and with their victory. …Somehow. “I hope you have a plan Varian.”

Meanwhile, Varian did his best to maintain his show of confident control as they faced the line of Saporian warriors, and he tried desperately to hide the fears growing behind the mask that was his smirking expression. While Varian’s original plans (the ones before factoring in a giant Ruddiger that is) had been to depend more on stealth and trickery rather than any direct confrontation in pulling off this mission (a tactic that had worked extremely well for him in the past), that option was no longer viable given the separatists’ proximity to their headquarters, and Ruddiger’s sudden new show of muscle. As such, the next best outcome was to avoid any physical conflict through intimidation of the Saporian forces, and simply get them to surrender Xavier back to them peaceably. For if there was one thing that Varian’s time as a rival to Rapunzel and Corona had taught him, it was that a display of power could do wonders for getting your enemies to cooperate with you, whether you actually had that power at your disposal or not.

True, Varian had actually been quite powerful back then. And with Ruddiger and a few tricks up Varian’s sleeves, it could be argued that he still had some power in a sense here and now.

But it wasn’t anything like what Varian had had before, and there were plenty of disadvantages and doubts to be factored in. But Varian couldn’t have afforded to have that show back then, and he couldn’t afford it now. It was all mind games really in the end, and Varian had to make sure that he didn’t lose this round. So, Varian dug deep and resurrected that part of himself that delighted (or seemed to delight) in such things as this, and did all he could to project that as he stood his ground, looking his enemies in the eyes.

But again, Varian found himself thrown for a moment as he threats were met not with the commander backing down, nor with the next likely response of a hailstorm of arrows sent their way. …But with a slow applause.

“Well played master alchemist!” the one whom the lady agent had referred to as “brother” now said as he took a couple steps forward, giving off a few slow claps as he did so. “Well played indeed! It appears things have come to an impasse now, wouldn’t you say?”

“Wha- …what are you talking about!?” the commander shouted at the male spy, looking as confused as Varian and Arianna – though with an added dash of anger – as he rounded on his comrade. “This is no time for exchanging pleasantries! Have you also gone mad tonight!? Ugh! Everyone else! If we rush them now we can take them! On my mark! All of you! Ready, ai- Gah!”

Varian’s eyes widened, and for a split second he’d thought that Queen Arianna had let fly one of her own arrows, and that Varian had somehow missed seeing it fly through the air. But as the commander fell forward, Varian realized the shocking truth.

He’d been hit from behind! By one of his own men!

“My apologies,” the male spy continued calmly as one of the larger agents came forward, slinging the limp body of the commander over his shoulder before retreating with him back behind the line of troops. “He is a rather short fuse I’m afraid, and it wouldn’t do at all to have him-”

“You…you monsters!” Arianna now cried out as she aimed her bow at the spy. “How-how could you kill one of your own like that!?”

“Hm? Oh, I see,” the male spy continued, not at all shaken by what had just transpired. “Now don’t go worrying your pretty royal head my dear. He’s merely unconscious. That would be a stun dart, not an arrow, that you would’ve seen sticking into his back.”

“But…but what about-?”

“When he wakes up? Tch! He won’t even remember the last few moments before he was hit. And when he does wake up, we’ll just tell him that you – our enemies – did it to him. Heh! Has worked several times before now, and he still doesn’t suspect a thing. Right lads?”

A series of snickers broke out from the rest of the troops at these words, and Varian and Arianna couldn’t help but exchange a fretful glance between themselves as they heard it. Had they all gone mad? And more still, if the Saporians had, did this make things easier or more dangerous for their own side?

“Enough of this!” Arianna tried again, feeling her queenly and motherly instincts for protection flare up inside of her as she once more aimed her arrow at the agent, who now seemed to have taken the lead as the commander was incapacitated. “This is your last warning! If you don’t return Xavier of Corona to our charge, we will have no choice but to attack!”

“No your majesty!” Xavier cried, but he was interrupted before he could say more.

“My dear, please, we do not want to fight,” the agent stated calmly as he put away his own weapon, and with the others all following suit. Varian and Arianna both frowned hard, neither one of them putting away their own weapons as heavy suspicion crept into both of their minds.

“Huh! Do you really expect us to believe that?” Queen Arianna retorted angrily. “You raided the forge, assaulted several of our citizens, kidnapped one of them, attempted to kidnap another, sabotaged our fleet, set fire to multiple buildings in our capital, and you still somehow expect us to believe you mean us no harm? Sorry, but we are not so foolish as that.”

“Oh, I didn’t say we didn’t mean you any harm my dear,” the agent continued to explain, both Varian and Arianna having to struggle to hide their confusion at this statement. “Mark my words your majesty, Saporia will rise again, and you, your king, and all your kindred will only be able to watch as we reclaim the land that was meant for our ancestors and their descendants.”

Varian thought this agent must either be incredibly brave, or else had a death wish like no other. Varian had never seen such steeliness in the queen’s eyes before, and it was a wonder to him that she didn’t let an arrow fly at the man here and now. But somehow, Arianna restrained herself, though her clenched jaw and furrowed brow testified to how close she was to delivering the first blow of a potential melee.

“But I do speak truly when I say that we do not want to fight. Not this night anyway.”

“Then hand Xavier over, and we can all go home,” Arianna growled through clenched teeth, the tip of her arrow glistening on the moonlight.

“Ha! Now you’re the one who is being rich, your majesty.” The male agent scoffed. “As I said before, we are currently at an impasse. And I see no reason why we should just hand the blacksmith back over to you without…some form of compensation for this action.”

“You wanna make a deal then? Well, I’ve got your deal,” Varian now made to interject before Arianna could reply again, and Arianna could feel her pulse quicken with anxiety as she wondered what Varian had in mind as he reached into his pack, letting the glowing vials drop back in, though still keeping the Demanitus steel sword pointed before him and his eyes looking forward at all times. After a second of shuffling about in his pack, Varian pulled out the book that contained the notes for creating Demanitus steel.

“Here’s the formula for creating Demanitus steel,” Varian said, not daring to glance at the looks of horror on Arianna or Xavier’s faces as he held it up for the agents to see. “The formula in exchange for Xavier. That’s my offer. Take it, or leave it.”

“NO VARIAN!” Xavier yelled. “Don’t give it to them! Not for me! My life isn’t worth endangering the lives of-!”

“Shut up you!” one of the burly agents guarding Xavier snapped at him. “Unless you want to be gagged or knocked out, you’ll shut your cakehole, see?”

Varian glared hard at the agent that yelled at Xavier, but quickly turned his attention back to their leader as he waited for his answer. He also tried to tune out Xavier’s desperate words against the action just now. Varian couldn’t afford to show any second-guessing. Not in this instance.

The male agent seemed to think hard for moment as he stroked a thoughtful hand across his goatee several times. He appeared to be genuinely considering the offer, and everyone waited with baited breath for his answer. After a moment, the agent gave a small nod. “You’ve got a deal, master alchemist.”

Varian couldn’t help but let out a small sigh of relief. “Right then,” he said as he made to step forward to make the trade, ignoring the feeling of Queen Arianna’s wide eyes on him as he moved forward. “Let’s get this over with.”

But just then, Varian was stopped as the agent raised a hand in signal for him to not come any closer.

“However,” the agent said in a tone that made Arianna and Xavier’s skin crawl, and Varian feel again on edge. “I would like to add another offer to our end of the deal, if quite agreeable to you of course.”

“Ugh, what is it?” Varian asked irritably, and tried hard not to show his growing sense of urgency, as he knew that it was only a matter of a few more minutes perhaps before Ruddiger resumed his normal, smaller form. If that happened, the impasse would no longer be held between the two sides. They didn’t have much more time, and Varian hated the idea of things stalling for too long.

Then, in response to Varian’s inquiry, the male spy brought his hand down from a “stop” signal…and instead held it out to Varian as if offering him a handshake, and his lips curled back into a smile.

“I offer for you, Varian, son of Quirin, the chance to join our ranks, to become one of our brethren, and to become part of the Separatists of Saporia.”

Varian couldn’t help but have his eyes go wide with surprise as he heard these words, and it was a whole couple seconds before he managed some sort of response. “What?” Varian asked the agent to repeat.

“I offer you a place among us, Varian,” the man repeated again, with his sister nodding enthusiastically behind him. “Join us, and be free of the shackles that is the kingdom of Corona!”

Arianna now began to feel her blood run cold, and she was forced to finally lower her bow a little as her arms began to shake, and her heart rate spiked in her chest. Arianna looked over at Varian, and though his expression was still stunned, and his eyebrows knit together in hard thought, she also detected a slight softening in his eyes as the man’s words began to sink in – their vocabulary obviously chosen very deliberately for Varian’s situation. And this was the final horror that made Arianna’s heart falter the most, as she detected the slightest lowering of Varian’s sword in response.

…He was actually considering it!

Xavier also detected this change in Varian’s countenance, and shook his head, trying to deny it, but not being able to do so honestly. “NO VARIAN, DON’T!” Xavier tried shouting again. “Don’t listen to him! He’s only trying to- mmpphfff!”

“I told you to keep quiet!” the burly agent standing next to him hissed as put a gag on Xavier.

“Hey! Leave him alone!” Varian yelled, his sword rising back up a few inches as he was momentarily snapped out of his thoughts at the sight of his mentor being handled so roughly. But before Varian could say any more to the effect, the male agent continued to speak.

“Steady on now my boy, we won’t hurt him. I give you my word that whatever you decide tonight, the old man will be free to go once our negotiations are complete. But again, I ask you Varian, will you not join us in our campaign against Corona? It is no secret to us that the king has held you prisoner these last several months. And for what? For you taking measures that were only called for because he couldn’t do his job properly, and left his kingdom and its citizens to crumble in the cataclysm that had been unleashed by the mysterious black rocks? What sort of a king is that who would abandon his people in their time of need? But we Saporians aim to fix that – to make a new kingdom that will care about its citizens, and not let the elite hide away in their towers while everyone else must suffer. I’m sure it is no slip of fate that we are meeting here now, and the king and his guards are nowhere near here. Would you really be such a fool as to let this opportunity of escape from their tyranny pass you by? To join forces with us, and get the justice you’ve waited so long for?”

…Varian’s own heart was beating loud in his ears now, a whole storm of emotions was beginning to rage inside of him, and his thoughts were flying thick and fast across his mind and his heart. It was a real strain to try to keep his expression somewhat neutral as the seconds ticked on by.

…It felt as if a layer of his old wounds was being reopened again, the man’s tempting offer pulling at the gauze that had been applied there over the last several months…

…Varian’s sword point lowered a little more.

“Varian-!” Arianna tried to interject at his side, hoping that somehow she would know what to say to him, and realizing how terribly the situation was suddenly turning against them. But the man interrupted her again.

“Besides, what have any of these people ever done for you that you should continue to serve them, eh?” he said. “What have they ever done to make up for what happened to you and to Old Corona? Are you not still waiting for recompense, or even a simple apology? Are they still not inhabiting their lofty towers, and coming down only when one of their own is in trouble? When one is deemed worthy of their time and attention? Did they not attack you those months ago and lead you away prisoner from your own home? A home you were left alone to defend because of their neglect? Where is the justice in all that?”

Varian’s sword lowered even further, his eyebrows scrunching together hard.

Arianna’s brain was working rapidly, trying desperately to come up with something – anything! – to say that would steer Varian away from disaster, but she couldn’t think of what to say. Behind the two of them, Ruddiger gave a small whimper as he could detect the distress whirring within the two of them, and also inside Xavier as he continued to struggle against the gag and his bindings that held him back tight.

Varian now moved to tuck the book of Demantius steel loosely into his pouch as he made to grasp his sword with two hands, for he looked as if the sword had suddenly felt too heavy for him to hold up with just one. It all felt so heavy – everything. And Varian wasn’t sure he could bear it anymore! Hardly even thinking about it, Varian found himself taking deep breathes again as Xavier had taught him, trying hard to keep himself together, feeling as if he was coming near to a metaphorical precipice, and trying to decide whether or not he should take the plunge right off it.

“And why not?” he couldn’t help but think to himself, his sword beginning to lower again. “He is right after all. You’ve never even gotten a single apology from any of the royals in this whole thing! They never even tried to-!”

[“Varian, I’m SO sorry, I didn’t mean-”]

“Pfft! Yeah, and a fat lot of good those stupid words did you! It’s not like Rapunzel actually came down from her ivory tower and actually did anything for you anyway. None of them came down to help you for anythi-”

[“I’m coming with you…You need me to do this.”]

“Oh…Well…Y-yes, the queen is here. True. She did do that. B-but she only did that because of Xavier remember? He’s really the only reason why she’s out here at all. Not you. That would be the ‘one of their own’ bit, remember? Xavier counts, but you don’t. Not like that. Not to them. You never have. You’ve always just been the child menace, the dangerous alchemist. You weren’t ever worthy of their time and attention. Not in their eyes. You’ve only been a means to an end for them really, when they actually did need your talents. Even when Rapunzel first sought you out, it was only for what you could do for her. I mean, who would even want to bother to go out of their own way for you and-”

[“I want you to be my apprentice.”]

“Ah…um…yeah, there is that isn’t there. …ALL of that...”

[“…You didn’t have to do all this for me. Really. But you did...”]

And…a-and it was with his help you got the sword in the first place, right? To free Dad? And Friedborg helping you with Latin? And Pete and Stan? You were glad Stan wasn’t dead after he took that dart in the raid, remember? As he was trying to protect everyone? And you didn’t like decking Pete like that either yesterday. They aren’t…bad guys, are they? Not really. And the Captain? Well…Not sure about him honestly, but he was worried about you when it looked like you may have been sick. Or when you had that night terror. There’s no doubt it would come to blows with them again if you joined the Separatists to fight them. Those guys would definitely die before they saw Corona overrun.

“…Would I really want to fight them again? See them get hurt? Would that even be justice?

[“You could go on being their enemy. Though – if I may be so bold as to point out – you have tried that already. Has it really been all that you wanted?”]

“But…don’t I deserve justice!? Don’t I want to see justice!?

“…What is justice?”

“What is justice?”

The words left Varian’s mouth before he could even think to stop himself, and all eyes stared at him in response.

“Hm? Sorry, what?” the man asked him, apparently thrown by Varian’s response with a question of his own, and his sword tip halted in its descent.

“W-what is justice?” Varian repeated, the question hanging in the air for a moment, sounding like a large, strange, rhetorical statement.

“What is- ? What kind of a question is that!?” the man’s sister now spoke up. “Pfft! Boy, those Coronians really did do a number on your brains didn’t they?”

“Please sister,” her brother scolded her. “No need to be rude to our newest recruit.”

“Hey, I haven’t agreed to anything yet!” Varian said back, trying hard to ignore the cringe that flashed across the queen’s face as he said “yet”. “And-and you didn’t answer my question. What is justice?”

“Duh! Everyone knows that, little brother!” the lady agent replied. “It’s people getting what’s coming to ‘em, that’s what! It’s kicking bad guys’ butts, really sockin’ it to ‘em, and making sure they don’t cause trouble anymore for the good folk. It’s dishin’ out just desserts to the elite, making sure they aren’t holding back what’s rightfully someone else’s, and making sure the cosmic scales are equal my friend. You screw it up, you gotta face the music. You do wrong, and you gotta pay the price!”

“…Dad didn’t think so.” Varian said softly, and earning looks of surprise from everyone as he uttered those words.

[“…It would’ve been me you know…It should’ve been me. But Dad pushed me right out of the way before it happened, and now…”]

“If…if we all got what we deserve,” Varian continued, his voice shaky, and his knuckles turning white underneath his gloves as he gripped the handle of the sword harder, “If we all have to face what we did, I…I wouldn’t even be here right now. But Dad, he…he…”

It was all that Varian could do to hold back his tears again, though he felt as if he had no strength left to resist as Arianna slowly approached and placed a hand tentatively on his shoulder. She was very uncertain as she attempted this action. She didn’t know if it would infuriate Varian, or if he would just shrug her off in indignation. But he didn’t do either of those things. Instead, he just stood there, staring blankly down at his sword as the moonlight glinted off of it, seeming to be barely aware of Arianna’s touch.

“So, you’re saying you’re fine with everyone who wronged you getting off scot-free, is that it?” the man questioned harshly.

“NO! I don’t mean that! I mean…” Varian stammered. “I- I…I don’t…I don’t know. I don’t know what I want!”

“It appears things are even worse than I thought,” the man said, pinching the bridge of his nose as both Varian and Arianna looking up sharply at him. “They’ve made you both spineless and heartless. Figures. That’s what they do to everyone who listens to them. Tell me, boy, why are you here now and not in Old Corona trying to free your father at this very hour?”

Varian’s blood simultaneously ran cold and boiled as he listened to these words. “Wh-what do you mean?” Varian asked tersely.

“Just seems strange to me,” the man continued on with a casual shrug. “If you love your father as much as you claim to, why did you not make all haste to Old Corona when you had the chance instead of coming here to rescue an old man you’ve known for but a couple of months?”

“HOW DARE YOU!?” Arianna shouted, lifting her hand from Varian’s shoulder and setting it to her bow again, standing so that she was now between Varian and the Saporian agent with Varian having to look over her shoulder to see what was happening. “You have no right to say such things to him!”

“Perhaps you are right about that, your majesty” the Saporian agent replied calmly, crossing his arms in front of him. “But I suppose it’s only natural for someone to feel concerned when they see someone get so brainwashed as to neglect the wellbeing of his own kindred in favor of those whose only kind deed to him was to give him tea and cookies for a few weeks.”

“A whole lot you care!” Varian now growled from behind Arianna, though still feeling a cold jab of doubt as the thought began to sink in further, cutting into his tender wounds like a cold, steel knife. “B-besides, Old Corona is under tight guard. If I had gone alone, I-I would never have been able to-”

“Oh, don’t try to give that excuse boy. If you were confident enough to believe you could take on us with your brains and bag of tricks, surely you would’ve been able to get through the guards at Old Corona and to your father without any trouble. But why didn’t you? I’ll tell you why. It was because you’d barely even thought of that being an option up until now, haven’t you? Your captors have got you so on their lead and into their way of thinking that you can’t even think for yourself anymore. And what would your father think if he knew? What would he think if he knew you had the means to free him, but you didn’t? How disgraceful! Instead of saving him, you went running in a totally different direction, leaving him longer to die because you-”

But the agent had said too much this time, and the scales tipped rapidly in the other direction.

“YOU SHUT UP!” Varian now cried, pushing passed Arianna (now standing side-by-side with her again) and pointing his sword hard at the agent. “What do you know anyway, huh!? You don’t know my dad! You don’t know anything! He…” Varian swallowed hard, remembering again that feeling of his father shoving him out of the way as the amber crystals shot out towards him, and the way he’d looked at Varian as he told him to stand back as they encased his form.

“…He wouldn’t have wanted me to abandon Xavier!” Varian continued boldly, aware now that for the first time since Dad’s encasement, he was actually considering what Dad would’ve really wanted of him – remembering back to his dad being a village leader, of being selfless, of being a hero. “If he w-were here, he’d probably have come himself. And-and it’s not like you’re any better than everyone else you know! I would’ve already been to Old Corona and have tried freeing him by now if you hadn’t attacked, taken Xavier, and ruined everything!” Varian now couldn’t stop the tears as they streamed down his cheeks at the thought, but he didn’t stop yelling as he felt them fall. “You don’t care. You just want to use me too like everyone else, don’t you!? How do I know I won’t be the next one you stab in the back once I’m useless to you!?”

Here, a couple of the agents tried to shift themselves in front of the unconscious body of the commander. Varian quickly swiped a hand across his face to clear his vision.

“I refuse to be played by you anymore, and I’m done talking. I don’t know what I gotta do for justice, but I know it’s gonna be nothing to do with you. I…I have others who can help me with that.” Here Varian risked a quick glance at Xavier before fixing his eyes back on the male agent. “Now, hand over Xavier like we agreed, and I’ll give you the formula. We’re done here.”

Arianna was just about as stunned at Varian’s whole outburst as everyone else. It had been clear that Varian had found the offer of joining a rebel faction and enacting justice on Corona to be very tempting, and Arianna was certain that if he had been presented with the offer not too long ago, he wouldn’t have thought twice about taking it. But now? Well…apparently, things were different now, and Arianna would be sure to have a long talk with Frederic about it once they got back home.

Taking her own steadying breath, Arianna now made to step forward. “This really will be your last chance. Hand over Xavier, now.”

Here, the male agent only let out a long sigh through his nose, eyes shut, appearing to be holding in an outburst of temper. But finally, a small smile crept its way back onto his face, and he looked back up again to face the queen, Varian, and Ruddiger, all waiting for his response.

“I am sorry boy,” he began again. “But I’m afraid the formula on its own would be useless to us for some time before we could understand it, and we cannot pass up the opportunity of having our own master weapons manufacturer and Corona’s own lady queen as our prisoners.” The male agent now shouted over his shoulder to the others. “To the ready now, all of you!”

At this, all the agents now unsheathed and held up their weapons again, and Arianna and Varian both started back in alarm, with Ruddiger letting off a loud growl from behind them.

“What!? But you said-!” Arianna gasped as she held out an arm protectively in front of Varian.

“Oh please, this is war your majesty! Did you honestly expect us to back down nicely? And dear boy, I am sorry about this. Truly. We had hoped you would see obvious sense and come to our side willingly, but it appears you’ve spent too much time in the enemy’s camp. But don’t worry. You’ll come round soon enough once we put you to work in our campaign. Oh, and your attack animal? I do know that he only has so much time before he turns defenseless again. I knew if I couldn’t convince you to join us, I could at least stall for time and strengthen our odds of winning a fight. I’d suspect he has about a minute left before he turns back again, wouldn’t you say?”

Varian clenched his teeth hard, and his blood boiled within him. “You…you SCUMBAG!” Varian shouted, infuriated at being toyed with and outsmarted by the man, and feeling personally violated at having his emotions and motives being used for that purpose so insensitively like that.

“I am sorry. But you played your own cards well Varian. I’m impressed. It was truly a delight to have you as an opponent. But no more. All of you! Attack!”

“NOW!” Varian shouted his own command as he quickly swiped a handful of vials from his pack, chucking them hard forward as Arianna also let fly an arrow from her bow, and Ruddiger dashed forward with a great, loud roar of rage.

The battle had begun, and there was no turning back now.

For those of you who caught it, congratulations! Sabine's Safe House was largely inspired by Howl's Moving Castle! Other details about her house (and her magic) will be further explored later on in following chapters, so stay tuned!

Some of the dialogue in this chapter was also inspired by the song "Where is the Justice?" from the Death Note musical (sung by Jeremy Jordan, Varian's English voice actor!), and from the confrontation scene between Diggory and Queen Jadis from 'The Magician's Nephew' by C. S. Lewis. (Hopefully the idea of his characters' dialogue influencing fan fiction isn't causing Mr. Lewis to spin too much in his grave, and hopefully I "did it justice". :D ...I'll see myself out.)

"Where is the Justice?" song (Warning for younger readers: some mild profanity in the lyrics) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eL2f44geLz4

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