#[ooc: wow that is a shit tag why did i make it like that]

[thediamondmodcart]

Dan hasn't gone out much. When he did, he stayed in a cave for like two months and then got lost in the woods coming home. So seeing this side of the map again was nice. He forgot there was a big wall that blew up. And that people lived there.

"So- where are we going?" He asks lightly.

[@daddestboyhalo] [@bulletflips]

[heartz4shauna]

my kink is karma.

word count: crickets..

warnings: nat cheats. mentions of lottienat. angst. she/her pronouns used for reader and nat. mentions of sex. swearing. making out. super light smut. probably ooc. not proofread.

don’t like it? don’t read it.

tags: @ludupedia @butterfliesandivy @thankynext

natalie and you are dating! well, were dating.

your whole relationship kinda collapsed when she left the state for nationals. you kept asking to go with her to support her but she refused, telling you how lottie, a girl on her soccer teams parents couldn’t afford it. bullshit. you’ve seen the shit lottie rolls up to school in. prada, chanel, the whole works. they couldn’t afford one extra seat? yeah right.

the whole time natalie was away you tried calling her, calling the hotel she and the team were supposed to be staying at, only for a blatant receptionist to tell you there was no one saying there under the name, as she said it, annalee scatario, whoever that was.

she confessed to you when she came home that she and lottie had, to put it bluntly, fucked. jesus. it was a lot for your poor heart at the time. you two had been intimate before, you thought it was something you did. or maybe didn’t do. “was i not good enough? was she better? was there something else i could’ve done?” you asked pleadingly, your eyes watering. she just looked at you and shook her head, “it’s not that.”

you truly thought you and nat had a connection. true, you felt like that with every little crush you had since you were nine, but, she was your first relationship. your first love. your first what you thought was love.

it was hard for you to get over her, of course, having to see her almost every day in your classes. having to sit beside her in classes, damned with an ‘S’ lastname.

she’d glance at you during class and, the odd time, she’d try to talk to you. “hey, look. i’m sorry for… what i did. are we cool?” you’d just look back at her and tense your jaw, that’ll show her.

you started seeing more of lottie and nat together and it made you boil with anger- no. jealousy. that’s what it was.

your whole life wasn’t great. you grew up in the same trailer park as natalie, and that’s how you got to know each other. your mom wasn’t around all that much, working multiple jobs to support you and your siblings and your dad wasn’t in the picture. she’d listen to you when you had to complain and you’d do the same for her. you cried in each others arms some nights. connection.

but, lottie? what was she to cry about? she had parents, both parents, drowning in money, choking on their wealth. she was pretty and got good grades, she played soccer. everything in her life was perfect, you thought. they should just have each other, the princess and the stable boy.

after the initial shock of the breakup, you started to pick yourself up again. instead of staying focused in class, you’d skip class, just how you always did with nat. you waltzed into the bathroom, backpack on your bag and leaped into one of the stalls, glad to be almost back to your regular self.

you threw yourself onto the toilet with a sigh, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from the front pocket of your backpack that was perched on your knee. you took out a cig and lit it, putting it to your lips.

just as you were about to take a puff, two pairs of shoes stomped into the stall next to you. “god, natalie. why didn’t you tell me you two were serious?” oh my god, it’s lottie. is she.. talking about you? you heard a sigh and a chuckle. okay, that’s natalie. lottie and nat. they’re both talking about you. right next to you.

“lottie,” natalie drawled, “we’re over now. she doesn’t matter,” she chuckled out. rude. lottie sounded as if she was about to cry, “i’m a home wrecker, natalie. oh my god! i wouldn’t have even came into your room if i had have known.”

you couldn’t begin to believe what you were hearing. lottie was.. being kind? to you of all people? wow.

“lottie! we’re not together anymore, yeah? you don’t need to worry about her, i’m sure she’s already fucking someone else,” natalie reassured her, chuckling. what the fuck? already fucking someone else? that’s not very ‘i feel like i can only be myself around you’ of her. not very ‘i only want you’ of her.

you raised the cig to your lips and took a puff, feeling yourself become genuinely interested in what the pair had to say about you.

you could practically hear lottie roll her eyes before she stormed out of the bathroom. you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, as well as an earth shaking cough. unfortunately for you, natalie heard it.

“who’s in there?” she called out. you kept your mouth shut, barely breathing. she continued, “if you know who.. we were talking about, don’t tell her. please.” you allowed your voice to go as deep as it could and spoke loudly, “yes! i have no idea who you are talking about! good luck with that though. ha! women, am i right!” natalie chuckled awkwardly, “ha, yeah..”

she left the bathroom and you felt yourself tear up slightly. already fucking someone else. who does she think you are? you wiped your tears and took a deep breath, finishing off your cigarette.

a few weeks after that.. interaction, you noticed lottie and natalie hanging out a lot less than before. they wouldn’t even sit next to each other at lunch. yeah, okay, granted nat did skip lunch every other day to go bum cigarettes from the other goths in school. but, you’d seen them together at lunch often. sitting opposite each other and giggling, it made you sick.

but now, lucky for you, they were hanging out less. which in all honesty made you jump up and down and shoot your fist in the air.

you thought that maybe they broke up? if you’d even call it that. a fuck up? basically, they stopped hanging out and only really talked when they needed to. for example; whilst playing soccer or if they were partners on an assignment.

you noticed lottie becoming a lot more like you knew her before. she was back to that popular pretty rich girl and less like the girl who was trying to defend you in the bathroom. you were fine with it, you never cared for her much. but natalie on the other hand, she was a mess.

i mean, going through two break ups in the same.. what? month? must be rough. you felt bad for her, just a little. even after what she said in the bathroom. maybe it was her way of coping? making jokes of everything. that’s what she normally did anyway. but you knew what she actually felt on the inside.

you both used to walk home together after school, you’d wait for her after practice after you finished study. now, you two stood on opposite side of the street, natalie giving you glances every few steps.

finally getting back home, you knocked on your door, “dipshit! open the door!” dipshit was a common name you used for your siblings. you could hear one of them groan and stumble over to the door, pulling it open, “hello.” “hi,” you greeted, shoving your way into the trailer. natalie took one last look at you before she walked into her home.

natalie had been planning this for days. trying to work it out in her head how she would make it up to you. she regretted, deeply, sleeping with lottie. she did love you, she did, she just got caught up in the moment, apparently. then it all fell apart with lottie and now it was her turn to be sad.

what was her plan exactly? okay. so, it wasn’t clear to her. she knew what she was supposed to do, go knock at your door, apologise and get back together. she knew you would never agree though.

you walked into your cramped bedroom and flung yourself onto your bed with a sigh. homework. you took out your papers from the day, a pen and got to work.

about an hour or so of doing homework, you finally finished and it was already dark outside. you got up from your bed and decided it was time to change it something more comfortable. you threw on a pair of pyjamas pants and a Hello Kitty shirt.

your stomach growled as you exited your bedroom, your sibling was sprawled out on the couch, playing a video game, “hey, we’re gonna head out in a while. tell mom we’re staying at a friends house, cool?” you nodded, walking over to the small kitchen, “don’t drink too much. mom worries for you guys.” they waved you off dismissively, switching through tv channels.

you popped some bread in the toaster and waited for it to toast. you buttered it once it was ready and jumped onto the couch next to your sibling, “anything good on?” you asked them through bites. they shook their head and handed you the remote, “nah. i’m heading out anyway.” so quickly? alright. “oh, okay. have fun,” you said with a shrug as they got up and left.

you searched through the channels on your tv, with nothing interesting. you finished the last bite of your toast and tossed the remote onto the coffee table.

there was a knock on the door, you sighed and got up. “who is it?” you called out, walking over to the door. no reply. you rolled your eyes and swung the door open, it was natalie.

she looked up at you as she fidgeted with her fingers, “hi,” she said quietly. you sucked in a breath, “hi. what do you want?” she cleared her throat, “uh, i wanted to talk to you. about us.” “about what? what about us? there is no us. you know that, you knew that after you and lottie..” you huffed, rubbing the bridge of your nose,

“what happened between you two anyway? you just stopped hanging out all of a sudden, did lottie feel guilty or something?” you asked her, knowing the answer. she shook her head, “it’s.. complicated. can i come in?”

you opened the door for her to enter, albeit reluctantly, “fine.” she gave a small nod and walked in, making a beeline to your bedroom. “nat!” you called out, trying to stop her, “jesus christ,” you sighed in defeat.

you followed her into your bedroom and shut the door behind you. natalie was laying face down on your bed, her head smooshed into your pillows. “natalie,” you gritted out, “get up.” the only response you got from her was a grumbled “why?”

she flipped herself other and stared at you at the door, “yeah, me and lottie aren’t.. talking anymore. she felt guilt after. she didn’t know that we were serious,” she admitted. your eyebrows knitted together in confusion, “what are you talking about? you slept with her because she didn’t know we were serious? you do realise you slept with her, too, don’t you? it wasn’t just her who did something wrong, natalie. you’re so full of shit.”

her expression softened, “i’m sorry. i- i really am. it wasn’t my idea, that’s why i said that. look, if it means anything, i was thinking of you the whole time.” you walked over to the bed and stood in front of were she was laying, “you were thinking of me, really? you didn’t think of anything else? not even.. i dunno, telling her you had a girlfriend?”

“i’m sorry!” she yelled, “i am, believe me, please.” she sat up, looking at you pleadingly. “natalie, i want to believe you, i do,” you took a shaky breath, “but i loved you. and you obviously didn’t care about us. but, now you do, because it’s not just lottie that feels guilty, it’s you, too.”

she stood up, her eyebrows furrowed and you knew what she was thinking. you shook your head, “we’re not doing this again.” “please.” was all she said before she crashed her lips into yours.

your body instantly reacted, a warmth spreading all over. a warmth that you haven’t felt since before she left. “i fucking missed you,” she grumbled, pulling you closer to her. “shut up,” you groaned pushing her back onto your bed. “i knew you missed me,” she said with a smirk, pulling you down onto her.

you moved her hair out of the way of her neck and began kissing down it as her fingers made their way through your hair, “fuckk,” she groaned out, “s’ nice..”

“you’re such a bitch,” you mumbled against her neck, “you know that, right? wouldn’t even be doin’ this if you hadn’t come over.” natalie chuckled at your words, tilting your head to look at her, “had a choice, didn’t you?” “fuck off,” you moaned, going back to kissing her neck.

she pulled your face back to hers and pushed her lips onto yours once again as you straddled her lap. “haven’t done this in a while,” she got out in between kisses. “i wonder why,” you muttered, a grin spreading across your face suddenly. “lay down,” you instructed her, and she did so. she looked up at you with a smirk, “why?” you shook your head as you tried to unbutton her jeans, but failed.

she sat up slightly and helped you taken them off before you threw them to the other side of the room. “where were we?” you questioned, kissing down her stomach lightly which caused her to groan, ‘c’monnn.” “patience, please.”

she threw her head back against your pillows with a sigh. “come on, nat, don’t give in so early,” you joked, squeezing her side gently.

gaining your composure once again, you snaked downwards to her thighs, pressing gentle, wet kisses onto her hot skin. “c’mon, seriously.” she groaned out once again. you looked up at her, feigning innocence, “what?” “stop fuckin’ around maybe?” you hummed thoughtfully at her suggestion, your lips still on her skin, then shook your head.

“nah, i don’t think so,” you answered. you heard a sound of.. rattling from the front door. someone was trying to get in. fuck.

you instantly shot up and looked down at natalie with panicked eyes, “if it’s my mom, she’ll kill us both.” “oh, shit,” she said, looking almost as panicked as you and shoved herself under your covers, covering her lower half.

you got up and left the bedroom to go open the door. it was your sibling, “forgot my keys,” they explained. oh. “oh, yeah, okay,” you opened the door and let them in. they noticed you looked a bit panicked and asked “you okay?” you just nodded, walking back over to your bedroom.

they walked over with you quietly and peeped their head inside, “is that natalie? i didn’t know you two were back together,” they said, punching you in the shoulder playfully. you turned back to them, rolling your eyes, “we’re not.”

natalie nodded to your words, “yeah, we’re not back together. yet.”

[merlinsleftit]

just curious - why post in a ship tag complaining about the ship? you knew people were going to be upset regardless that you did that but also isn’t it…unnecessary? like, at the end of the day, fanfiction and ships are fiction for a reason. sometimes it’s fun to imagine the impossible and to imagine au’s - and to hate an entire fandom for it seems excessive and quite frankly, rude. i’m not saying dramione is the end all be all bc yeah, some characterizations are so ooc that it’s just like why bother. other times it’s like wow this is really good, but these things can also be related to any other fandoms.

idk, i mean we are all entitled to our own opinion, of course. i guess it just rubbed me wrong way that you’d post something shitting on a ship you so clearly hate and posting it in said fandom.

its not just about "let ppl have their own ships and opinions" it's about hating on the canon and making up their own ships and characters just bcs they didn't like the original one. i totally get whatever jkr said upset a lot of ppl and that's absolutely normal and right thing to do and im not here to defend her or something. i usually separate the art from the artist bcs harry potter always had a special place in my place and i have always loved the canon. i think the hate on canon characters and ships started more after jkr transphobic jokes. ppl are romanticizing toxic characters and toxic ships to go against jkr and i have seen these in so many fanfics. they mainly do it to show that they do not care about the canon or they are against it but they still wanna like it somehow.

saying how some characters should've done this or that in the canon is absolutely bullshit. obv the characters had no idea this will be consequences. nobody is perfect but isn't that what makes a series relatable in some way? every characters had flaws and every character resembled somebody from our daily lives. hating on the canon characters to just make your fav character look like a saint is hypocrisy.

the main reason why the percy jackson fandom is less toxic than hp is bcs they like their author and we don't and they accept their canon the way it is bcs they like their author. i get y'all don't like jkr and neither do i but i dont go out of my way to change the canon bcs i just don't like her.

these new ships and characters are scaring new fans away from canon bcs some of y'all convinced them that fanon is somehow 'better" and when these so called "fans" come on here to share opinions that they've based off of the misinformation they've been fed, they will be unprepared to handle any kind of backlash they may face except their usual "let ppl have their own ships" or "its just fanfiction"

also i use the tags bcs i want ppl to know the misinformation they've been fed by the new genz fandom and how they think shipping random characters don't affect anyone but in reality, it does. i mean literally see how many ppl have been influenced by meneclad and how they think dramione is endgame and how jkr wasted their potential. they never even had any real chemistry in the canon so there was nothing to wasted on.

[the-fandom-therapist]

(YEP I'M ALREADY DONE, WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO

As promised, I'm tagging you @ultimateplaylistmaker x) Hope you will enjoy it!

This is my interpretation of their "alicorn Kokichi AU" check it out everyone it's awesome!

It's crack taken seriously btw, I put way too many details and changes, I hope you'll still like it!

Also apologies if anyone is OOC, I never wrote about MLP before x)

That's the first part, mainly Kokichi's, I'll write more about the others! -I stopped because Tumblr was struggling to show all of it lmao, I think I've reach the characters limit-

Death is a bitch.

Wait, no. Death is a dude. Well, bastard then.

The terms of their deal were SIMPLE! He beats the god -at poker you morons, he's not stupid enough to challenge the Grim Reaper at chess, one of the oldest games in history, and apparently one of its personal favorites- and him and all the other idiots from the killing game get brought back to life.

(No he's not attached to any of them. Absolutely not. He just added them so he wouldn't get killed again straight away by that damn assassin. Because without the space idiot to restrain her, she would have gone to kill him again. Anyway, not the point.)

And he fucking did, yes sir! Outsmarted the god of death himself, the grim reaper in person! He's amazing like that. Don't try to fuck with a Supreme Leader of Evil!

Anyway. Point is, he won. He tricked the god of death himself to fold on his turn by pure bluff.

And that was the condition: if he could trick death itself to fold, to give up while he had nothing, then it could recognize his value. Apparently, Death -or Thanatos if he remembers correctly- likes bold humans, so it -he?- have no problem make an exception from time to time. Under conditions obviously.

He didn't had many humans who tried. So every attempts was a welcomed change from the -apparently- frankly boring existence he had.

Hey, he wasn't about to complain, it helped here.

He grabbed his scarf -how the hell did he had it with him when he died without it, no clue, but again let's not look a gift horse in the mouth shall we?- and thought of his team. He'll see them soon.

He was already starting to feel weird. Like he was being sucked out of his own... body? Probably Death doing his thing.

However, right before things turned to black, he could have sworn he heard a "wait shit-" and saw a panicked expression on the god's face.

Huh. Wonder what that means...

~0o0~

The first thing he registered was the smell.

A foul smell, and one he knew well, considering he'd not always been hanging with DICE in the most sanitary places.

Garbage. his mind helpfully provided.

Wow, fuck you too Death. Really, too much honor!

He scoffed, and started to get up wobbly. Waking up from dying was... weird. His head was killing him -ah!- same for his sides.

When he tried to get up from the ground, he barely made one step before falling back on all four. And...

Wait a second.

WAIT. A. SECOND.

That's not a hand. That's a damn hoof! What the hell?

A quick check up confirmed that yup. He's a horse now. Everything's fine.

Oh and he have wings too. Because why not.

What the hell did Death do?! Wait. Didn't he acted surprised before he passed out?

...Did the god of fucking DEATH made a mistake?

How do you even fuck up that badly? He's human for fuck's sake! Now he's a horse?! (Well technically a pegasus he guesses.)

Alright. Focus Kokichi. Freak out later. Right now you need to know where in the world you are.

At least he still have his scarf. Which... thank god (clearly not Death.) it helps a bit to have something familiar.

Alright. Now that he more or less put himself back under control, he needed to exit that damn alleyway... He could already feel a headache. Gre-

Hold up. There something on his head too.

Great, now what?

...That felt like a... horn or some sort.

What, so he's both a fucking unicorn and a pegasus now? That's a thing?

Does Death have fursonas or...? Actually, that could be an interesting question.

But that's not the time for this.

Right now he needed to hide. He heard voices, and even though he couldn't understand the fuck they were saying -great, he wasn't even in Japan? That wasn't a language he recognized either.- he could hear the dangerous tone they had.

So that's what he did! He bolted under a pile of trash, not caring about the smell. And he saw...

...Are those supposed to be horses too? They... looked like a mix of horse and bugs.

Not thinking of the Insect Meet and Greet. Bad idea. Not thinking of Gonta's execution either. Nope. Not doing that.

They were all black, green big buggy-like eyes and wings... Were those fangs? Yikes. He definitely doesn't want to be seen by them... And they have holes in them? Shouldn't that hurt?

They were speaking. Something he couldn't understand... But they weren't alone.

There were actual horses with them! But wait.

They were clearly prisoners. Uh oh.

Welp, seems he was right to hide! One point for him. But something was a bit weird too.

Some had horns. Some had wings, and some had neither. But none had both, asides from these... insects-horses bad guys.

Alright.

Clearly he's not in Japan (or on Earth at all) and this place is populate with sentients horses. Or ponies, who cares.

They don't seem to be able to have both a horn and wings. Only these creepy bug-horses seem to. And they don't look friendly.

If he want to fit in, he'll need to hide either the wings or the horn. He doesn't want to end up in jail before he can figure a way to go back to his own world.

...The horn would probably be the easiest to hide. He'll just need to lie about why he have something on his head that looks like one.

Easy peasy. He can do this. Hell, he tricked the god of death, he can trick a few horses!

...He'll just need to learn the language. Great.

Also, he needed to find a way to avoid those creepy bug-horses guys. Something tells him that looking like one of their prisoners wouldn't help him there.

But first thing first: find a way to hide that horn. He suppose it's a small mercy that he got thrust in a dumpster. It's easy to find what you want, as long as you know how to look.

Two minutes later he found some sturdy papers and got to work. With hooves it wasn't easy, but he had all the time in the world.

~0o0~

...He's pretty sure he passed a good hour on it. But it was done! It was clearly not in the best condition, but at least it hid the horn efficiently -it was a hassle to put the rubber band around something on his head with hooves, but he did it. It wouldn't do to have his cover getting blown away by the wind!- and would stay in place.

While he was working, he kept hearing some words in particular. They sounded like names?

And it thankfully made him learn that even if he couldn't understand what the FUCK those bug-horses were saying, he could at least understand the normal ponies. (Probably because he's one too.) Phew.

"Celestia" "Cadence" "Chrysalis" were the words he kept hearing in those creepy guys' language. Also there was the same word in front of the first two names, the third one had another word.

Considering the normal horses were calling the first two "princess", he could understand Chrysalis was probably the leader of those bug-horses.

Sounds like girl's names either way, so if the first two were princesses, the last one must be a queen, and probably an enemy if what he was seeing was any indication.

Anyway, that wasn't important. What was, was to find a way to avoid these... bug-horses things. (He's pretty sure he heard the horses -or ponies they were rather small- call them something like "Changelings"? Whatever that means.)

However, when he thought about that, he had an odd feeling. It was like his body was telling him "big thing's coming towards us captain!" And when he went to -discreetly duh- check, he was greeted with a white light which was sweeping those Changelings and send them flying far away from here, leaving the horses alone.

...Well damn. He suppose he didn't had to worry about those now. That's one thing taken cared of.

Now he could use that diversion to get the hell away from here! It was a good time to learn if he could run like this.

Running... to somewhere. Away from this place at least. It have a big castle nearby, and he's going to bet there's a ruler in there. Probably those princesses. And he does NOT want to be near the persons -or horses in that case- that can put him to jail.

Next, he need to find a way to get something to eat. Because he's plently good at picking pockets, but usually he have two human hands for this!

That also leave the problem of figuring the currency... Urgh. All that reasoning hurt his head.

First thing first. Waiting for the night to fall. It's easier to walk in the shadows -even if looked to be a rather light shade of purple- that way. And apparently, there was a wedding going on? Perfect. Everyone will be too busy with that to notice someone hanging around.

Maybe he could steal a few things along the way before buying supplies to perform in the streets and gain more money legally. Because while he doesn't mind stealing, if he get caught he doesn't have his team here to bust him out...

DICE...

Raah, enough self-pity! He have a world to figure out!

With a slap on his face -or rather, a punch...- he started to run forwards. After a few struggles, he was able to run like he didn't learned like, five minutes ago, and he setted off.

~0o0~

The adventage with big cites, was that no matter how odd you may look, nobody will pay enough attention to retain your face. Because why should they? You're just another person passing by.

That's how he successful picked the pockets of a few horses without anyone noticing. Seems like even in this world the riches were dumb! And here he was, worried that with hooves he'd struggle.

He hid his treasure in his scarf. Regrouped the coins in one wallet and-

And holy shit were those gold coins?!

Kokichi knew they looked rich, but he never thought they'd literally carry GOLD on their person like that!

...Something was clearly fishy here. It looked too good to be true.

Aaaaaaaand he was proven right. Goddamnit. Apparently gold didn't had the same value here, if buying only a few pastries costed two or three golden coins!

...He really hoped he could ask the prices directly, because if he have to dicipher any writing he's screwed.

Because apparently, even if he could understand the language, he couldn't read it! Damn it. Back to first grade he goes, having to relearn how to read! Just his luck.

Hmmmm.

Entering a shop and interacting without knowing any of the mannerisms of the ponies would be a bad idea. He was lucky the shops there stayed opened the full night thanks to that wedding (a royal wedding even, damn. One of those princesses?) but if it's to blow his cover, it's stupid.

Maybe he could pretend to be deaf? That could work. He just hope they don't have a sign language here, otherwise he's fucked.

He eyed the shop (it had a jester's hat for a roof. That's clearly the place he needed to go to!) and took a deep breath.

Alright! Time to see if he's as good as an actor as he was when still human!

~0o0~

He pushed the door to be greeted by a cheerful pony behind the counter (he's going to call them ponies because they are seriously smaller than horses, all of them.)

"Welcome, welcome! Are you searching to prank your friends? You are at the right place! We have everything, from fake flowers to- um, boy?"

Well, sorry random pony but he have to pretend he can't hear you. So he just looked at the shelves with a lost expression.

"Um hello?"

Nope.

The cashier was probably puzzled. Eh, sorry. But well, he needs to be safe here!

Once he noticed what he needed, he grabbed the deck of cards -with his teeth, not like he had any other options...- before going to the register. The pony was clearly confused, but he still tried to keep a smile on.

"Ah, found your treasure? It's gonna be two golds!"

Now... Action!

He pretended to be confused for a second. Then he widdened his eyes, before putting a hoof at his ear -that still felt SO weird- and then shook his head.

And thankfully, the cashier seemed to understand, thank fuck.

"Oh! Alright, hold on!"

He went to rumminaged behind the counter and put a paper and a pen. Then he started to doodle two coins, and pointed to the deck of cards.

Alright then! It worked. Phew.

Also, it looked like a gold is really just a golden coin. That's a mystery solved at least. He nodded, before putting the wallet from his scarf, and taking out two coins that he put on the counter.

He got a bag out of this, and his deck of cards.

And a bunch of informations too. Apparently ponies are way less ableists than humans! That guy literally went "alright please wait" when he pretended to be deaf.

He grinned. Oh he's going to abuse of it so much.

Now though, he had a stand to settle... But later.

He's tired, and he's been there for a long time. The day was even not so long away from rising, so he thinks he should settle for the night.

Since he can keep the deaf act, he could probably find a room. Probably. If not, he'll just find a dark corner and sleep there. Not the first time he slept outside after all!

~0o0~

Finding a room was easy. So yay for him!

Falling asleep on the other hand, was not.

Let's put asides the few attempts he had to do to find a comfortable position as a pony to lay into okay. Their bed weren't different from humans, and it wasn't that hard.

However, sleep meant nightmares for him.

Really, that was expected. He struggled enough to sleep on a daily basis -what do you know, killing games are bad for your mental health! Shocker. Who would have guessed- so with the whole mess that happened with his death, that was even worse.

Everytime he closed his eyes, it's to reopen them in the hangar. And while being human again would be great, reviving his own death isn't synonym of good dreams.

He gave up sleeping after three times waking up in cold sweat. But hey, apparently that was enough sleep so the sun that was starting to rise was already really high! So midday, or later then that.

He payed for the room and left. Now, to find a place far enough from that town...

~0o0~

He travelled by night, slept in the day, and gathered as much informations as possible.

Apparently the kingdom as a whole was called Equestria -damn really no inspiration uh- and that Celestia princess was ruling over it in the big castle he saw at Canterlot (the capital then) with her little sister Luna. Both responsible for the sun and moon respectively.

Okay so appareltly the celestial bodies aren't moving without help here. All the work of magic. Even the weather was controlled by pegasi.

Actually, maybe he can try to learn how to fly while he's at it, that'd be fun. It's not because he's stuck here -preferably temporary, looking at you Death!- that he can't have a bit of fun while he's at it.

He wonders if that include the others too.

Wait shit.

The others.

They are going to have his head if they learned they'd be brought back as fucking ponies because of him. (In his defense he never wanted that, it's Death's fault!)

But to avoid suspicion on himself, he'd had to also cover their asses. Great. Let's see.

He'll just explain -once he settled somewhere- that him and a group of others were kept prisoners by those Changelings. And when they attacked Canterlot, they brought him and the others with them, to use as hostages if they get caught before they could carry out their plan.

They'd been raised by them, away from ponies since they were toddlers so they don't even have "pony names" (he realized the names here were fucking cheesy, nothing like Japanese names) and now they're just completely lost. And if the others were talking about things that didn't made sense, it was for that reason.

Yup, sounds good! With a few fake tears it'll do the trick perfectly. Now, he just need to find an isolated place to settle.

Also maybe picking a name along the way too. That'd be a good idea to blend in.

Oh wait, does he have to pick one for the others too? He hope not.

Anyway, for now he needed to concentrate on himself first.

~0o0~

...He'd made a HUGE mistake.

He was -apparently, if the ponies' words were to believe- close to a little town called Ponyville (do they really have no inspiration for the names? Come on guys!) so he had decided to shift his sleeping schedule to actual night since he was pretty close.

"Not like that would change much about my dreams" he thought.

Ah! He couldn't have been more wrong.

The nightmare started the same. The usual deaths, and executions, before his-

But when the press was about to come down, he felt something... different.

Pure white energy -that he could recognize as magic now- completely wipe out the hangar out of existence.

Now he was just... In uh... Space? The spaceman'd be thrilled.

He was on a path made of light blue light and white dots... The same thing that was everywhere.

There were doors too, the hell?

"Whomst in Equestria's name art thou?!"

Uh oh.

He turned around -he's so damn glad that in dreams he's human...- and is greeted by-

Wait what?

That's a dark blue mare -definitely taller than most ponies- with... weird space floaty mane.

But the most important thing is that she had both a horn and wings!

How is that possible? He thought only those Changelings guys could-

Wait.

Waaaaaait a minute.

She had what looked to be a crown. And she had a moon... tattoo? On her flank.

Is that the fucking princess of the moon? What is SHE doing here?! Also, how is that possible that she also got both wings and horn-

Oh. Oh no.

That's a fucking status isn't it? Having both. Normal ponies either have one of the two, or neither. Having both must mean being royalty.

...Yeah no. He's keeping that horn HIDDEN. He want to be able to leave this world, not being bond here by duties!

(Besides, the only people he want to lead are his minions. No one else.)

No wonder ponies were looking at him weird! That's like pretending to be royalty!

Let's hope it's not a crime... Wait, if it was he would have been arrested already.

Fuck.

"Answer us!"

Oh whoops. He forgot the princess was still here.

"Gotta go, bu-bye!"

He needs to wake up. He have to. He can't stay here. He have to!

He doesn't know how, he doesn't why, but he successfully woke up after everything around him turned purple.

Now. Now let's think.

He needed to avoid getting the attention of the princess. Considering she didn't intervene until now, he assume that it's because she's only walking in dreams in the night -make sense for the moon princess to be up in the night.

So... He need to keep the noctural schedule. Sleeping in the day, to avoid her. And if he can't, then he need to keep her at bay.

But considering he doesn't know how to use magic, he's going to focus on the first option.

To be able to use magic, he needs training. And to train, he needs books -no way in hell he's asking for help after learning all that mess about royalty- and to be able to understand those books he need to learn how to read.

A hell of a program he have in front of him. Oh well, at least it's gonna keep him busy.

Alright. He needed to go now.

To that town he goes! While expecting to not draw attention.

~0o0~

He arrived at the border of it. There was a rather small and cozy looking cottage here, surrounded by forest. It was midday, the pony probably wasn't hom-

His thoughts were cut off by a high-pitched scream. Probably a girl's voice.

...Great, what now? A scene like this would be hard to settle-

...

There was a yellow pegasus. Pink mane, who was protecting herself (assuming she was the one who screamed) from a bulky earth pony (that's how those who have no wings nor horn were called right?)

The earth pony was really tall, like, two heads more than Kokichi himself. Light green color, dark green tangled mane...

Wait a minute. WAIT A DAMN FUCKING MINUTE.

Red eyes with round glasses, and a bug cage warped around its neck.

It's-

"Gonta so sorry! Gonta not meant to scare horse!"

"GONTA!"

Wow, go him. Yelling his name like that and sprinting in their direction.

That at least got both of their attention. So there's that.

Gokuhara was looking at him with pure confusion. Probably didn't recognized him, which was fair. He was a fucking pony for fuck's sake.

"Uh? Does Gonta know you, horse? Gonta sorry, doesn't know horse with wings..."

"Geez, thanks a lot. he huffed. Can't recognize your leader? So mean! How could you forget about me? he started to sniffled. You're breaking my heart! How could you?!"

The theatrics were apparently enough.

"K-Kokichi?"

"At last! he said, raising a hoof. That's me alright."

"Kokichi is a horse."

"Pony technically, pegasus to be more exact. And you're one too."

"But Gonta die-"

"About that! he cut him off. We need to talk in private. Bu-bye yellow pegasus, sorry for the scare!"

He grabbed Gonta's bug cage's strap and pulled to make the other follow him in a recluse place.

Once far enough, he sighed.

"Alright, just hear me out. I know you're confused as hell, me too. Maybe even mad at me about what happened in the game, I won't blame you for that. But we have other things to worry about: we're not in our world, I think you noticed as much."

"People are horses." nodded Gonta with a serious expression.

"They call themselves ponies, but yeah. There's no human here. There's no killing game either. Monokuma doesn't exist. The Academy either. This world... is more or less peaceful."

"No killing game? he softly asked. No Monokuma?"

"Nope. Nothing. And... Considering we're both here, I'd say everyone who died is also here. Though to find them is going to be complicated..."

The leader pondered for a second. How could they find everyone? It would be best if everyone wasn't far away from each other, if Death comes back for them -and he better!- it'd be quicker to be send back.

"Kokichi died?"

Oh wait. Oops. Right, he forgot Gonta wouldn't know.

"Yup! Right after you in fact. Anyway, not the point-"

"Did Monokuma also punished Kokichi?"

Uh? Why is he asking that?

Oh.

Everyone... Please stop blaming Kokichi now.

...He's still too kind.

"Nope. Maki killed me. he paused. Or rather Kaito. Eh, one of the two. I don't know what finished me off. he shook his hoof. Anyway, not the point. I died, and Kaito also died probably because he was sick. Meaning, everyone who died before you, plus Kaito and myself are probably here."

"E-Everyone?"

"Yup. But we need to recognize them -wouldn't be too hard probably...- and find a cover story."

"Cover story?"

"This world doesn't have a killing game Gonta. That means, if we tell them what happened to us, they won't understand, and that'll bring us problems."

"Oh. Gonta understand. But Gonta doesn't want to lie to them... They look nice."

"Good thing I'm here! Leave the lying part to me. I'm a liar after all! Also we need new names. Because names here aren't like ours. If we want to blend in... Just leave it to me okay?"

The giant just nodded.

The leader just nodded back, before returning to the cottage. Let's hope she's still here and uh... Not freaking out.

~0o0~

...Uh oh.

She called her friends apparently. There were five new ponies all around her. Two unicorns, another pegasus and two earth ponies.

"Hey you two! How dare you scare Fluttershy like that!" yelled the blue pegasus.

"Ah! Gonta sorry! Gonta didn't meant to scare pony!"

Well, here goes the enthomologist, apologizing again. But Kokichi's not going to play that card. He put a hoof in front of the giant and frowned.

"Don't apologize, we don't know if they aren't with them!"

Cue confusion. That's what he want to see!

"W-With them?"

"You know how they are! They can change appearance at will and pretend they're your friend!"

Not a lie. The mastermind was -if what Death told him was true- a master of disguise. The Ultimate Cosplayer after all. And the ponies would probably think of the changelings, which is what he wants.

"Hey! Are you saying we're changelings!"

"And what if I am uh? he grinned. Don't like having the truth in your face?"

"H-Hey now."

Oh? The purple unicorn stopped the blue pegasus. Seems like he found the leader of that little group.

"We aren't changelings. We swear on Celestia's name!"

"And how can we believe you uh? You could be lying!"

There. That was the cue for Gonta normally...

"They don't smell like changelings..." he mumbled.

"You should listen to your friend! We're not changelings! We fought them!"

Now, to pretend to be hesitant.

"Are you sure?" he asked the enthomologist.

Gonta nodded, and he pretended to scratch his head -while leaving the papers around his horn alone- with confusion.

"I think we all started on the wrong hoof. gently said the purple one. You are at Ponyville, you're safe! There's no changelings here."

"Why did you thought there were some in the first place? Changelings don't live here. We kicked their butts not so long ago!"

"Rainbow Dash! You're not helping. she smiled at them. Sorry about my friend, she's very straightforwards. How about we talk somewhere else, around pastries?"

"Oh oh! the pink one started to jump happily. I'll go prepare them! I'll be right back!"

And she left... by jumping? Why not.

Alright.

Time to bluff the hell out of this conversation.

~0o0~

...It had been stupidly easy. He explained to them that Gonta and him were part of a group of ponies who got abducted when they were toddlers by changelings, got raised by them, humiliated, turned around each other et cetera... Got brought along at the assault on Canterlot, and since the white energy who yeeted the changelings didn't hurt them, they ended up here, and don't know what to do or where to go.

That's how he learned that the wedding that took place was the purple one's (Twilight Sparkle apparently. Still cheesy, yup.) brother's, and they were here, and were also fighting the changelings.

And apparently that wave of magic was from the love between the bride and groom.

Ew. They didn't ended up at Equestria, they ended up at "Cheesy Land". But he still noted the information.

When they asked about why the hell he got a fake horn, he explained that it was to be less beaten by changeling. After all, they have both horn and wings, so he thought if he looked like them they would leave him alone. Not that it worked. -The fact that it was curved helped his story. But come to think of it why is his curved and not everyone else's? Not even the princesses' are curved. Weird.) Now though he just keep it because it's the symbol of the princesses and that's pretty cool! After all it was one of them that indirectly freed him and the others from the changelings' grasp. He's pretending to be like them! (they had no idea how true that statement was.)

That was way too easy to make them believe that with fake tears. Even Gonta tried to comfort him even though he knew it was fake (though it was probably to make it more believable. Gonta is a lot of things, but an idiot isn't one of them.)

"But then... You don't have names?" asked the other unicorn -Rarity if he remembers correctly.

"We have the ones the changelings gave us. he said, wiping the tears with his hoof. Mine's Kokichi Oma. he pointed to Gonta. His is Gonta Gokuhara. But those aren't real ponies' names."

"That's true..." Twilight seemed thoughtful.

"Oh oh! Maybe we can pick some for you!" the pink one said, with a smile that reminded him a bit too much of Angie.

"...I'd prefer choosing my own thanks."

"Of course! Pinkie, let them chose... Once it's done, we'll ask the mayor to put you in the records." Twilight said.

"That'd be nice. Also... If you find someone with a weird name, that's probably a friend of ours."

Not really true, but he needed to find those idiots as quickly as possible.

"I'll pass the word at Clousdale!"

Aaaaaand the blue one was already gone.

"I'll ask around the farm if anyone saw a lost pony." the orange one nodded, tipped her hat and left.

"I'll send a letter at Princess Celestia too. the purple unicorn nodded towards the... dragon? at her side. In the meantime, do you have ideas of names? Also, what are your talents?"

Talents? That's easy- oh wait.

"What do you mean by talent?" he asked, raising a hoof to stop Gonta from talking.

Translation: is that the same thing as their Ultimates?

"Oh. Yeah, I suppose the changelings wouldn't do that... she mumbled to herself. Something you are really good at? You both have your cutie marks so..."

What the fuck is that now. (Also, cheesy, the return.)

"Oh! Gonta is an enthomologist!"

He saw Fluttershy -that's her name right?- perking up from behind Rarity.

"Oh that's great! she turned towards him. And you?"

"I guess you can call me a trickster. he smirked. I prank people. And trick them. a pause. Mainly changelings though."

A lie but hey.

"If Gonta's talent is "Enthomology" you could call mine "tricky dice"." he shrugged.

But that question of names... He needed to find one. And Gonta too.

"Hey Gonta, how about "Baron Buzz" for you? Sounds good?"

"Oh! Gonta not mind this. Gonta likes it!"

"Well, that's settled then. Mine now..."

He think again.

Let's see their situation.

He got attributs that could get him royal duties, which is problematic. He needs to hide it...

He made a deal with Death and no one need to know about that. To get everyone back to life, but also to fuck with miss mastermind too while he's at it.

He grinned.

"Call me Royal Collusion then!"

That's when both Rainbow Dash and the farmer came back.

"I found a pegasus that looks really lost, and he calls himself Kaito... something."

"I found a small guy that call himself Ryoma!" added the other.

Oh. Well that was quick.

"They're with us alright. You're coming Gonta? Let's get Ryoma back first."

"Hm hm!"

First they get the depressed tennis player back, then the astridiot.

Welp, they got a pretty nice program ahead of them it seemed.

"Then let's go."

[crazywolf828]

please go outside and cleanse your mind from writing weird ass porn. think about it. you badically write teenage cartoon porn on a basis. (rwby) you obviously have an obsession and need to stop thinking of these fictional characters bedding eachother. all these, 'kinks' and 'tropes' youre writing for is really harmful and honestly really offending. i truly truly hate all of what youve wrote. ive read a few, and unsurprisingly your interpretation of blake and yang are also ass. it makes me laugh so hard. im sorry. like, i dont think you realize how ooc you write them, and it annoys me because its not the hot shit you think it is. you need more substance in your stories. literally all you write is cock, balls and pussy. like, i feel like everytime i try reading what you've posted on ao3 i want to rip out my eyeballs and forget all of it. im being a hater right now but honesty is my best trait. your booty fics flood the bumbleby tag here on tumblr AND on ao3 jesus im sick of seeing your cornball ass name. go find something else to do, or maybe, just delete yourself from the internet and stop posting fics.

Oh wow it's been a hot second since I've gotten hate this long, fucking hilarious. So first off, they are adults. In the show by the time they get to Atlas, they are adults. I am not, and will not write nsfw of underaged characters. Second, yeah I know it's ooc for a lot of them but like also, how do you know? It's hard to write kinky shit for characters when you've never seen them in that situation and you don't know how kinky they are. As for the tags... I suppose I could ease up for kinktober, a fic every few days is rough I can see that, but also you can just block me on ao3 and Tumblr! Curate your experience instead of bitching about it! Or, I tag every fic on here with 'my fic' and 'don't mind me' so block both those tags too like? And like why do you keep reading them if you've already established you don't like them??? So wild.

EDIT: I'm also realizing you've probably only read my kinktober fics which, tbf are supposed to be kinky. Go read my packer fics, or my transmasc yang fic, or the body worship fics, or the multiple multichapter fics that have actual plot. Like hell, one has over 600 kudo's (which is still wild) so yeah I do have plenty of plot based fics, you just didn't look for them. Literally look at my pinned post if you want to see them. They're right there.

I mean, I did well enough that a person who hates the bees loved my angst band oneshot so clearly I'm doing decently enough.

Anyway "cornball ass name" and "delete yourself from the internet" are terrible insults, try better next time! :)

[broijuswannareadsmut]

Being Ran Haitani’s FWB (friend w benefits)

A/n: tbh this idea jus sparked in my head while I was going through the TR smut tag sooo yeah 😊 specifically this post by @rxnswhxre this might be OOC but I’m not sure

Content warnings ‼️: Switch!reader switch!Ran, g/n pronouns, female anatomy mentioned, pet names (doll,pretty,gorgeous etc), swearing, consumption of 🍻🍺 , use of 🍃, driving while under the influence, slight possessiveness, jealousy, angry s#x sorta, mutual pining, objectification, creampie, orgasm denial (m receiving), overstimulation (m and f receiving), humiliation? (m receiving), oral (f receiving), vaginal penetration, nipple play ( f receiving) , consensual recording, slapping (m receiving), degrading, praising, cockwarming, aftercare, hurt w comfort, fluffy corny shit. (Lmk if I missed sum)

taglist: @takeomiswhvre

🚾 :6016

You and Ran had been friends for about 2 years give or take, it started off by you two meeting each other at one of those clique high school parties where everyone got wasted and made no good life choices. You had been sitting on top of the kitchen counter observing the scene, people playing beer pong, people daring each other to drink an entire bottle of Sour Puss, and people passed out on the floor, yk the usual. As your legs were swinging boredly from the marble counter your eyes caught sight of a tall figure entering the kitchen, their outfit was trendy and practical. They were wearing brown cargo pants, with a white T-shirt topped with a lighter brown Don Ed Hardy sweater. It certainly caught our attention, you were intrigued. As the figure got closer and you could see their face in the light, you realized that it was a boy with a lazy smile on his face along with blond sections paired with black hair made into two simple French braids. He was handsome to say the least you noted that right behind him was a slightly shorter boy with blue and blond hair with rounded glasses, he was cute but not your type. As you were staring at the doll like boy you made eye contact, his light eyebrows raised curiosity and his lazy smile was replaced with a smirk. You rolled your eyes at his brazen demeanour and sipped whatever fucking shit was in that red solo cup. You did a once over of the place just in case you had been able to spot one of your friends. As you were turning your head to look back into its normal position the tall boy was in front of you. You flinched at the close proximity. Your eyebrows furrowed and your lips were slightly pouting at the sudden surprise.

“Hi doll how are you tonight?” The man spoke up.

“I should be the one calling you doll with those braids.” You retorted.

“Awww what you don’t like them? And here I thought I would look like the prettiest princess at the party.” He playfully said.

You hummed curtly at his joke, it was funny but you wouldn’t show him the satisfaction of knowing that, you knew what kind of guy he was, arrogant, cocky, manipulative, just any negative fuckboy connotation you could think of really.

“You know that you wanted to laugh pretty.” He observed.

“When something is funny I laugh doll.” You smiled condescendingly.

“Okay. Then I’m going to stay here all night with you if I have to just to make your ass laugh.”

You groaned at the statement. “Please don’t.”

“Too bad~ I’m staying ♡.” He sang.

You sighed knowing that he wouldn’t leave you alone, and yet you still refused to give him what he wanted, a guy like this definitely has had everything handed to him on a sliver platter, so why were you going to repeat the cycle?

“So what school do you go to?” He asked.

“Why so you can follow me there too?” You grinned.

“Of course pretty, I’m your new stalker.”

“Great… I hope you’re not another Ted Bundy.”

“Nah I’m Ran Haitani baby, not a pussy little bitch who rapes and kills woman.”

“Wow what an eccentric name for an eccentric person. Also you like true crime?”

“Wow thanks for the compliment pretty. And yeah do you?”

“Your welcome, yeah I do I read a lot of books about it.”

“I like reading but not that kinda stuff, I like listening to podcasts instead.”

“Ooo the little princess likes to read? What genre?”

“Yes I do~ hmm romance fiction.”

“We have a hopeless romantic on our hands don’t we?”

“Yeah, I am, maybe we could be one of those cheesy romance stories love.” He grinned toothily.

“Not a fucking chance Haitani.” You laughed at his corny suggestion.

He frowned at your stubbornness. His eyebrows dropping and rolling his eyes. “You’re so tough to get through- uh… ahaaa.. What’s your name pretty?”

“Wow you had entire fantasy about me and you together and you don’t even know my name? Not very gentlemanly of you Ran.”

“*Tch* it slipped my mind doll “m sorry, but stop being so damn difficult.” He snapped.

You got off the counter in annoyance , he had so much audacity to say that you were fucking difficult when you had no intention of continuing to talk to him in the first place. You were now face to face to him, well more so he was looking down at you while you scowled at him. You both were looking at each other with such annoyance. You grabbed him by his collar and pulled him down to your height,

“ I don’t know who the fuck you think you are Haitani, but I’m not going to sit here and be one of those bimbo bitches you love to play, until you get bored of them and leave to go play the next one. You play women like instruments because as a kid you never got enough attention from your mother and now you resent women because you hold a grudge against her.”

Your words spat venom in the older Haitani’s face, of course you were right but how were you able to figure him out so quickly? He had never liked being proved wrong, he had always remained mysterious, never allowing anyone but his brother get close to him , he didn’t like how you were one of the first people to analyze his weak points perfectly. He was stunned. You were aggravating him.

You scoffed. You were pissed off, no one talked to you like that, you shoved him away from you with all your force and he stumbled on his feet a little bit. You were leaving. You were getting past all the bodies on the floor and still up and about, as you were finally outside of the party walking to where you left your car you felt your wrist got gripped onto and pulled you back against the side of a brick fence wall (yk rich kid neighbourhood) with said wrist being held above your head. Before you could even retaliate the person was speaking,

"No one talks to ME that way, and I know who the fuck I am, I'm Ran Haitani one of the rulers of Roppongi, and I'm not going to take shit from a trashy high schooler."

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You're gonna use your bullshit title against me so I can suck your dick and treat you like a king? Fuck that. Now let go of my wrist before I scream and beat the shit out of your skinny ass." You fumed at the black and blond boy.

Ran let go of your wrist but he kept you enclosed with his arms. "No I just want you to apologize."

"Fuck your apology Annabelle, I'm not giving you shit after the stunts you've pulled in less than A HOUR!" You raged, you just wanted to go home and this mf wasn't letting you. "First off you don't even know my name and yet you've said yours at least 5 times since you're so self centered, second I probably bruised that ego of yours pretty hard if you're going to the extent to harass me." You ranted.

At this point Ran had let his arms flop to his sides and was looking at you with a blank expression, to the unexperienced eye it would've looked like he was unphased at your rambling but Ran had a tell that whenever something irked him or rubbed him the wrong way his left eye would twitch ever so slightly.

"Okay I think we're done here, and if you follow me home shit will go down." You pushed passed him and walked a few more meters to your car, fumbling to grab your keys and unlock the driver seat you heard footsteps coming from the sidewalk (passenger seat side), you groaned. Fuck my life man.

"What's your name?"

Long story short he went home with you and had had sex, well it was hate sex more than anything, consisting of you slapping his pretty face for all the shit he was saying earlier whilst riding him, and him cumming faster than he ever had because of it. Surprisingly he asked for your number and you reluctantly gave it to him, he didn't even ghost you! In fact you guys became very close and sex was a casual thing between the two of you, but never daring to put a label on it or doing that "exclusive" bs.

Fast forward you two being fresh outta high school, you had just recently turned 18 while Ran was 19, you were out in a club in Roppongi that the brothers owned and were partying with said brothers. You had been out for a few hours now, you had been drinking a little bit since it was free (for you anyway) and you were having a friendly conversation with Kakucho, only slightly nipping the surface of each other's pasts. You were laughing at a comment he made since he was surprisingly funny despite his stoic face.

"Hey y/N excuse me I have to go to the restroom really quickly but don't worry I'll be back." The partially blind boy said with a shy grin.

"Don't worry Kaku "m not goin' anywhere, take your time." You smiled back. He thanked you and shuffled passed all the blobs of skin in the area. I wonder where Annabelle is...

Speak of the fucking devil. You spotted the boy at a booth with a fat blunt in between his index and middle finger, with a slut on his thigh. He was clearly chatting her up, and she was eating it up, playfully nudging his shoulder with her cheap ass acrylics and doing that pick me girl laughing. Your blood was rising in heat, you had had countless conversations about what you two were and had always come up with the same conclusion "just friends that fuck from time to time", you knew that Ran would fuck other people and so did you, but you never had the audacity to try to make him jealous or rub it in his face that you were with other people occasionally. You were trying to calm yourself down and breath deeply but your jealousy and anger got the best of you. You stood up from your seat and began walking over to the booth. Ran spotted you coming and had that aloof lazy smile on his face.

"Hi y/N what's wrong? Do you need something?" He asked unconcerned, yes he admits that he immediately noticed the anger on your face how could he not've? You had gotten mad at him countless times, but he didn't want to cause a scene or bring it up in front of the pretty bimbo bitch on his thigh.

"Yes something is wrong Haitani, and you know what it is." You hissed, whilst looking up and down at the girl more clearly, she was blonde, her makeup was baky, her falsies inner corners nearly falling off her eyes, her tits were huge, and her grimy paws were resting atop Ran's chest.

"I'm afraid I'll need more information to know what's upsetting you y/N." He simply said taking a hit from the blunt. "I'm sorry baby she's bothering us at the moment but let me sort this out." He turned to the blonde as he playfully kneaded the fat of her hip and thigh.

He swore he saw literal flames in your eyes when you saw him do that.

"You know what Haitani? You're a fucking bitch and I hope you get a STI from this slutty whore" You stepped forward and left hooked his ass. The side of his face landed smack down on the granite table dropping the blunt on the seat, the blonde gasped and began to panic. You had to shut her up before people noticed what was going on.

"Shut the fuck up bitch." You lifted your right hand and backhand slapped her, she fell on the floor and seemed to be knocked out from one slap. You huffed and picked up the still lit up blunt from the chair and turned on your heel to leave. Fuck this shit, I'm done with Ran he can suck a cock and die.

You walked out of the club with being halfway done with the blunt. You exhaled and asked the valet to grab you your car. Funny story Ran got it for you on your 17th birthday saying "the  piece of junk you're driving right now isn't enough for you pretty."

"Thanks." You said directly to the valet boy and subconsciously indirectly at Ran’s grand gesture. You hopped inside. Thankfully you were only 20 minutes away from your apartment. Wow y/N driving while high? So responsible of you.

"Go fuck yourself." The weed the Haitani's bought was no joke, you could green out off of just 3 hits if you weren't careful, but right now your entire being was filled with pure hatred for the eldest brother, so you couldn't care less.

Back at the club Ran quickly recovered from your unexpected hit, he had gotten hit by you before and at times he thought you were stronger than South, he knew this punch would leave a mark. The blonde was on the floor and you were gone, with his blunt at that. Fuck I have to go see them, I might've fucked up bad this time.

Ran let Rindou know that he was heading out to go find you he understood, knowing that your guys' relationship had always been turbulent. Ran left the club in his black maserati and speeded to your apartment.

Your mind was heavy but your mind was still hyper aware of the entire situation, you couldn't even remember how you had managed to park or how you'd gotten to your floor, or even when or if you had finished the blunt, but you did. You struggled with unlocking the front door but managed after what felt like 20 minutes. You locked the door behind you and slipped off your shoes. You were desperate to take of your clothes since they felt so overbearing on your skin. Your clothes were scattering across your floor and you were left in only your purple lacy panties, I wonder who bought you those too...

Ran finally arrived at your place under the span of 10 minutes since he sped through the streets of the district he had lived in since birth, the people at the frontdesk knew who he was and let him onto your floor no questions asked.

He got to your door and of course it was locked. He quickly got out the key he had copied without your knowledge and unlocked it. He locked the door once again and walked down the hallway to pick up the clothes you had stripped earlier, first thing he noted was the stench of za coming from your clothes.

He continued walking down the hall and turned to go to the bedroom he had been in a multitude of times. There he found you sprawled on your bed with your tits out and the dim lamp on your desk shining at the ceiling. Your face was blank until you realized there was someone at your doors. You promptly covered your chest and went to see who the culprit was.

"Oh... it's you. How the hell did you get into my home?"

"Not important. But what the fuck was that stunt you pulled back there y/N? Clocking me in the face and then running off?"

"I believe in getting rid of any toxic and negative energies in my life, since my higher self works better like that." You stated, with your eyes squinting attempting to see Ran's face better.

"I don't know what you just said, but you're always so outta pocket, I don't even know why I still fuck with you if I'm being honest."

"ME? Being fucking outta pocket Ran? That's hilarious, you were the one feeling up on some bitch who you had probably met 5 minutes before, being fully aware that I was there."

" I wasn't the one flirting with Kakucho at the bar and laughing at all his remarks like a cock hungry slut. But then again that is all you are right y/N?"

At this point you had given up on trying to hide your breasts from him and crawled off your bed to confront him face first.

"I don't know what your mentally deficient brain is thinking but I wasn't flirting with Kakucho, I was having a conversation with him, but you wouldn't know what that is since you're always thinking with your dick." You barked.

"Yeah this dick that you're obsessed with you fucking whore. And yeah I could see the look in your eyes when you were talking to him, all lovesick and desperate for his cock, which probably is like 3 inches might I add."

Your face was heating up at the preposterous words the lavender eyed man was spewing at you. You slapped him with anger and while he was holding his cheek in pain you spun him around and shoved him down on your bed. You crawled on top of him and restrained his arms with your legs.

"Someone seems to be insecure aren't you Haitani? Worried that I'd get hooked on his big fat cock and leave him for you? hm?" Your arms were crossed waiting for his response.

His pale skin was marked red with your handprint.

"Answer me Haitani."

"No why the hell would I be jealous of Kakucho? My penis is bigger than his and he gets no bitches." He criticized.

You wanted to test his limits. "Okay well you got me curious Haitani."

"What?"

You reached over to grab your cellphone from under your pillow, you went to Kakucho's number who you've never talked to and began recording a video.

"Hi Kaku "m sorry for leaving you at the club and I'm sorry for bothering you but you see we have an insecure boy here," you hovered the phone in Ran's cherry red face, "and he was saying how we were flirting tonight you know like we always do," you said sarcastically, "and then he brought up how his dick is bigger than yours, and I just wanted to see if that was true..."

You got off of Ran and noticed the bulge in his slack. "Ha. I'm the slut Ran? You're the one getting off to me recording this and sending it to Kakucho."

"You wouldn't fucking dare y/N." He warned.

You harshly slapped his cock through his layers. "Fuck-" He winced.

"I would Haitani and you know it." You unbuttoned his slacks and unzipped them. His grey Calvin Klein boxers had a wet spot in them. You cupped his heavy balls and squeezed. He sucked in a breath and clenched his jaw with sealed shut eyes. Finally you forcefully pulled down his underwear and low and behold Ran Haitani's 7 inch dick, the very one you had been stuffed to the hilt with numerous times. It was rock hard but because of its sheer girth (3 inches wide) and length it curved to the left. You flicked the tip and his pelvis sprung up wanting more friction. How needy.

"Kakucho if I'm being honest you've always given me big dick vibes and you could probably outdo Ran's, maybe not in girth but that's okay I don't mind."

You turnt over the phone to ensure that the back camera got a full view of your breasts and lower half of your face, with a sultry smile you tweaked your nipples and kneaded the flesh. You breathed softly and shallowly. Ran was looking at you in awe he felt his dick twitching at the site of you playing with yourself.

"Anyways Kaku, I hope you take me up on my offer, I'm getting sick of this Haitani. Goodnight~" You stopped recording and pressed send, hopefully he wouldn't mind the unsolicited dick and tit video...

You threw your phone back under your pillow and turned to Ran, his tip was leaking desperately for any kind of touch but he knew when you got like this he wasn't allowed to touch himself. But he wasn't about to beg for it.

You sighed, "what am I going to do with you Haitani? Hm?" He stayed silent. He was angry that you had sent that video to his fellow colleague and even out on a show for said colleague. He was jealous.

He huffed and was going to get up until you pushed him back down by his chest. "I didn't say you could get up. You wanted to come into my apartment uninvited, and now you'll leave when I tell you to."

You crawled back on top of the red boy and placed your arms on the sides of his head.

"After this Haitani I swear to god that we're done." You slipped off your panties and without warning, sank down on his length. You both gasped, his cock had always been a tight squeeze. Ran was going to place his hands on your hips but you quickly slapped his hands away.

"I didn't say you could fucking touch me, you're just a toy I want to use tonight." You spat. He whimpered. You could be so mean.

You placed your hands flat against his lean chest and began to move back up, your walls were clenching around his cock and Ran loved the feeling of your ribbed walls rubbing on his dick. You slammed down again and you moaned while he hissed. You began to grind back and forth on him to get you to your high not caring if he did.

"Fuck..." He groaned, you were going too slow. He bucked his hips up to find more friction. You stopped. You scowled at him and slapped him again.

"Fuck!" He came.

"You're such a fucking slut Ran, cumming inside me just from slapping you? You barely lasted 5 minutes. You're so fucking pathetic." You spat. You began moving up and down again, he didn't even let you cum yet.

"Fuck! "M still sensitive! Please please please stop."

"Shut the fuck up." You were desperately trying to get an orgasm so you began stimulating your nipples and leaned your chest down in front of Ran's face. "Make yourself useful and suck. And rub my clit." You demanded. Ran did as he was told relieved that you were letting him touch you now. He reached under your bodies and took his thumb to start teasing your clit as he was swirling one of your nipples in his mouth while he pulled at the other. You grabbed onto his hair, grinding on like a bitch in heat, with each roll of your hips Ran's fingers became faster on your clit and he began biting down on your areola, his dick was aching from the over stimulation.

" "M gonna-gonna cum again y/N, fuck you feel so good fuck fuck fuck." He cursed while still slurping on your nipple as if you were to lactate.

You were so close but you couldn't let this bastard get another orgasm while you were still attempting to get your first one. You tugged your breasts away from the man and got off his cock immediately. There was a ring of his cum at the base of his cock and his sperm was oozing out of your hole.

"W-why'd you stop?? I was doing everything you told me to do." He whimpered, his high ripped away from him.

"No you didn't. Did I ever say you could cum? No. You're such a whore who only wants to get his dick wet. You don't even fucking care about my needs." His cum was dripping onto his stomach while you waddled over him on your knees. You untied his braids to let his died hair flow over the comforter. You but the hair ties on your wrist then hovered your bare cunt over his face. Ran knew what you wanted and pulled you down by your hips so you were sitting on his face completely. He began swirling his tongue around your hole, being able to taste his spunk. You needed more, you began grinding on his pretty face, you were groaning, frustrated at his slow pace. Ran noticed your impatience and moved to lap at your clit, at first he was giving it simple kitten licks, seeing how far he could test you. You began whimpering moving your hips harder. Ran slapped your ass rather harshly you yelped in surprise and lifted your hips off of his face, which he then took that as the opportunity to prod two of his fingers into your cunt. He began curling the tips of his fingers inside your cunt to then begin moving them side to side rapidly, while simultaneously moving his hand in and out of your cunt. Once he got a steady pace going he moved his mouth to your clit and latched onto it, as if he was making out with it. The lewd sounds of your pussy overpowering all your senses and the only sound other sound in the room was Ran's mouth. He was licking long strips against your cunt while his hand was leaking with your arousal, still keeping the rapid pace inside your wall.

"Fuck! Ngh— hah— fuck this is all you're good for H- Haitani, make me cum, make me cum, make me cum please please please." You chanted desperately, your hands planted against the wall to keep you from falling.

"I love this fucking pussy y/N..." He was sucking onto your clit, breathing heavily. "It never fails to make me cum so fast, you're so beautiful." He preached.

"Sh-shut up nghhh—ahh-haa." You moaned you were so close. " "M so close Ran please please."

Ran was pleased that the furious formality slipped from your fucked out brain and referred to him by his first name, therefore he thought you were ready for three of his fingers now. Prodding his index finger inside your vagina, the newfound thickness and deepness inside of you made his fingers perfectly hit your g spot once perfectly curling upwards.

"S-SHIT! Ha- nghhh oh my fucking god, oh my god." You came finally letting go, your hands could no longer support you and your body slumped on the bed. Ran was still drinking up your release, he took his fingers out of your cunt, it felt empty now. He was overstimulating you as his mouth latched onto your hymen as his tongue prodded at your vagina to make sure he didn't waste a single drop.

"I fucking love this pussy, I would die in it if I could." He was saying it more to it than you, but your mind was fuzzy and your body felt heavy and his words were muffled.

"S-stop, R-Ran "m sensitive, please, "m gonna cum again." He only hummed in response, the vibrations going to your labias, which made your body jolt up and gasp softly. He was licking at your clit again trying to get another orgasm from you to see you crumble like he always loved to see. His tongue had always been a good attribute of his, despite his jaw almost locking he still kept up with his pace on your bud of nerves. You could feel the knot in your stomach undoing itself, you had a coat of sweat on your hairline, your whole body was hot.

"Fuck..." You breathed softly, "d-don't stop Ran please "m close so close."

"I wasn't planning on stopping pretty." He said under his breath. A few more licks to your clitoris and you came again, with a loud whimper and out of breath. Ran again was taking in everything you gave him, slowly coercing you down from your second high. You slowly got off of him and laid beside him in the bed. You turned to look at him and his chin was glistening with your slick and a relaxed smile was on his face.

"I hate you." Your eyes started welling up with tears, your eyes becoming glossy, you sniffled as you covered your arm over your mouth. Ran turned to look at you and propped himself up on his elbow to look at you better. The tears were now rolling down your cheeks.

"Hey, hey baby what's wrong? Why're you crying?" He asked concerned.

You took in breaths of air trying to say the words without sounding like a complete idiot out of breath. "I-I hate that I'll never be able to let go of you... even after you get sick of me I'll still be in love with you..."

Ran's eyes widened at your sudden confession, he wiped his chin off on his forearm and spoke, "y/N... I'd never get sick of you." His eyebrows furrowed at the very thought. "I've loved you since the first time I got into your car after that night... you're so beautiful and intelligent, I could write essays on how much I love you and why." He rambled.

"Then why haven't you ever asked me out on a proper date? Or asked me to be your partner? You've only shown me your 'love' through materialistic things Ran... how am I supposed to believe you?"

"I'm an asshole, an idiot, a bastard, but I never want you to think that I don't love you y/N. I was afraid you'd say no if I asked, or you'd be weirded out if I showed you how I truly feel and care about you, so gifts were the only way I knew how to show you."

"You should've just had the balls and told me. You shouldn't have had to make me go crazy over you.." You sniffled. Ran opened his arms signalling for you to let him hold you, you shuffled into Ran's warm arms as he gently wrapped them around your bare back. He kissed the top of your head as he threaded your hair through his fingers.

"I'm sorry y/N, but I'm telling you now and I hope you'll still take me..." He whispered onto the top of your scalp.

"I'd always take you Haitani under any circumstances. And I still hate you for that." You giggled drily.

"Come on baby let's have a nice bath yeah?"

You hummed in agreement. Ran got up from the bed pulled down his pants and boxers till he was completely nude like you. He opened his arms again and you stood up on the bed and then wrapped yourself around Ran's body like a koala. He held you up by your thighs and began walking to the washroom. He started running hot water in the tub. While you two were waiting for it to fill up you stayed in his arms in comfortable silence sat on the toilet. You were tired and Ran was exhausted. He turnt off the tap and slowly put you in, the water soothed your sore limbs.

"Come in Ran, want you here with me please." He didn't even hesitate before he was going inside right behind you. You leaned back on his lean chest and sighed, you looked up at him to find that he was already looking down at you, you blushed at how intently he was staring at you. He then kissed your forehead softly. You smiled warmly. You turned around and faced him, he looked surreal, his blond and black hair flowing down his shoulders, as his violet eyes looked at you so tenderly with his infamously lazy smile. You took your hands and placed them on both sides of his cheeks, gently rubbing your thumbs over his cheekbones. You leaned in and pecked his lips lovingly. He pulled you in so your legs were over his waist and placed his index finger under your chin and kissed you again, no tongue, no teeth, just pure love and soft lips against each other's. You pulled away and realized how close his cock was to your cunt, you put your hand under the water and took his penis in your hand, you felt it grow in your hand and you laughed.

"I wanna have your dick in me while we wash each other's hair, can we?" You asked looking up at him with doe eyes.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." He agreed. You lifted yourself up from your knees as he held onto your ass, Ran gradually slid you down on his length, you both groaned at the feeling. Once you were full to the hilt with his member you reached behind him and grabbed his preferred shampoo and conditioner. He grinned as you showed him.

"You've been waiting for this haven't you?"

"Maybe..." You cheekily replied.

Ran placed a hand on the middle of your back as he reached over to grab your preferred shampoo. You both smiled at each other as you gave a kiss to each corner of his lips. You both opened the caps of the shampoos and lathered it compassionately in one another's scalps and ends. The whole time you held eye contact in the comfortable stillness of your apartment. After you finished with the shampoo you both cupped the bath water and poured it over the other's head, it was a slow process but neither of you complained. Then came the conditioner, you squirted some into your palm and began putting it into his hair as he liked, he was always very nit-picky about his hair so you memorized his routine and all, you put the conditioner all over his head but the roots of his scalp, and you paid close attention to the ends.

"Wow y/N you know everything about me, since the first time we met you figured me out faster than anyone ever had, even Rindou still has trouble with that, but you... you and I have always just gotten each other..."

"I've always been good at reading people Ran, but you were just one of those people I chose to overanalyze and allow into my life." You rinsed the excess conditioner off your hands under the bubbly water. Ran followed after. You both were ready to rinse off the product. You reached over to unplug the tub and let the used water drain, calmly Ran lifted the both of you up with you still on his cock and turned on the shower. The hot water was cascading over your bodies, you affectionately lathered off the conditioner from the boys two toned hair and then threaded your fingers through it to feel it's softness.

"I'm gonna let you down on your feet again okay doll?" You smiled at the old pet name and nodded. Inch by inch he pulled you off his member and you whines at the feeling of emptiness while he winced. Once you were back on your feet you looked up at him as he took his hands into your hair to rinse off the product. Now all that was left was to wash your bodies properly.

You were back in your room and Ran had changed into some boxers he had left at your place who knows how long ago while you were in one of his casual oversized shirts. Ran got into your warm bed first and welcomed you in as he spooned you, you found your phone under your bed and was fretted with seven messages, four from Kakucho, and three from Rindou, your eyes widened at the realization from earlier but dismissed it as a problem the future you would have to deal with. For now you and Ran basked in each other's presence his arm was wrapped around your waist as you held his hand with his leg over your hips and his head laying on your head.

"So... are we officially dating now y/N?"

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Ivarello (Modern!Ivar x reader) Chapter 1

Moodboard by @quantumlocked310

Ivarello’s masterpost here

A/N: This is my entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 500 Followers Fairy Tale Challenge. It's a retelling of Cinderella. Congrats again, darling 💖

A huge thank you to @mrsalwayswrite, who's a great beta reader and an even greater cheerleader 😂

A massive thank you to @quantumlocked310, @vikingstrash and @serasvictoria. Thank you for agreeing to collaborate and for sharing your talent with me. Your moodboards are beyond amazing 🤩

In this story, Sigurd is alive. Ragnar and Aslaug are dead, but Lagertha didn't kill her. I took a lot of liberties with the show, I hope you won't mind.

Unlike the tale, there will be no magic involved. Not everything will be realistic, however. It's a fayritale, after all!

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Summary: Orphaned five years ago, Ivar and his brothers have been living with Lagertha ever since. Now 16 years old, he wants to attend Harald's traditional Midsummer party, but obstacles stand in his way.

Warnings: description of car crash; orphaned kids; Sigurd being Sigurd; OOC characters.

Words: 1806

Additional note: I'm afraid I'll disappoint some of you. No more newspapers... The articles defined the setting of the story. From now on, it'll be a regular fic.

Hope you enjoy it nevertheless 🙂

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June 2021

Ivar yawns, rubbing his eyes, when he suddenly hears the front door open. The next moment, Ubbe shouts, "Hey baby bro, we're home!"

Slightly confused, Ivar looks at the time on his computer. Stunned, he blinks repeatedly, shakes his head and checks the time again, now looking at his watch. "Guess I lost track of time," he mumbles as he realizes it's really 5:30 pm. He clears his throat. "I'm coming!"

Yawning once more, he wheels to the kitchen. Hvitserk waves at him with one hand as Ubbe greets him with a grin and Sigurd... Well, Sigurd ignores him, as usual.

"Hello boys!" Lagertha smiles as she also enters the kitchen. "Did you go to the beach this afternoon?" It's a rethorical question, since sand can be seen on the tanned skin of his brothers, shirtless and wearing only swimming shorts.

When she looks down at him, her smile becomes softer. "Ivar, you seem tired. Did you work all day long?"

He nods, glad that for once she called him by his first name and not by one of those stupid nicknames that she likes but that make his skin crawl.

"Yep," he shrugs without smiling back, "I made good progress. The new version of your website is almost done. It could probably be online by the end of the week."

His stepmom flashes him a beaming smile. "Great, thanks!"

The conversation then moves on to the subject that everyone in Kattegat has been talking about for the last few days: the midsummer party thrown by their neighbor Harald Hårfager. Every June, it is Kattegat's not-to-be-missed event, to which every resident hopes to be invited.

Lagertha is invited every year, yet rarely attends; his brothers wouldn't miss it, not in a million years; Ivar never went.

He listens with half an ear as his brothers prattle on about the upcoming party, while taking a seat at the large, wooden kitchen table on which Lagertha has just put cakes and drinks.

"What are you going to wear?"

"Do you think Marit will attend this year?"

"Hopefully the music will be better than last year."

"Can't be as bad! What was the name of that reggae band?"

For a fleeting moment, Ivar entertains the thought of attending as well. Not that he's dying to, but… Sometimes, he feels a little bit like Cinderella in this house.

Don't get him wrong, it's not that bad.

First, his stepmom is not–

Wait, wait, wait, is Lagertha technically his stepmom? He's not sure. After all, she wasn't when his parents were alive, she was just his father's first wife. Anyway, she may be his guardian now, but he sees her as his stepmom and he honestly doesn’t give a shit if it's a little weird.

Where was he? Oh yes, Cinderella.

So obviously, Lagertha is not a wicked, haughty and abusive stepmom like this Lady Tremaine of the fairytale.

Actually, even if it pisses him off to admit it, she's pretty nice, patient and composed. Does he love her? Let's not exaggerate – he doesn't. She may love him though, which is a little bit uncanny, if he's being honest. He was the favorite son of her nemesis. Shouldn't she hate him? He would, if the situation was reversed.

The truth is, when he was younger, he tried, he really tried to hate her, blaming her for everything and anything. When too much pain prevented him from sleeping, he let his imagination run wild. There, bound to his bed of suffering, he could see Lagertha cutting the brakes on his mother's car, causing her crash, causing her death.

Of course, even then, he knew deep down that Lagertha had not killed his mother; that the story he told himself was just the product of his endless nights of insomnia. But what can he say? He needed this. Because blaming Lagertha rather than admitting that his beloved mother was at fault – by being distracted, or by falling asleep, he'll never know – was easier for the heartbroken boy he was.

Anyway... So yes, Lagertha is definitely not an evil stepmother like Cinderella's.

Also, he doesn't sleep on a sorry garret, on a wretched straw bed either.

Actually, he has a very large room on the main floor, with a king-size memory foam bed, a walk-in – well, a wheel-in for his case – closet and his own, huge bathroom, fully equipped for his special needs.

Sure, the bathroom and the dressing room were already there when his parents were alive; however, the memory foam mattress had been Lagertha's idea.

Anyway... So yes, he can't exactly complain about his sleeping conditions, unlike Cinderella.

And obviously, he's not forced into servitude.

Actually, one might think so, but no, he's not. Sure, sometimes he works for his stepmom, like today. But so do his brothers. When she had taken them in, she was a powerful businesswoman, working twelve to fourteen hours a day. Once she had become their guardian, she had rearranged her working time and learned to delegate; but even so, she had often run out of time. Therefore, it had seemed normal to them – yes, even to him – to help her out, each of them according to their skills and abilities.

So, while Hvitserk almost always does the grocery shopping, while Sigurd vacuums and does the laundry, while Ubbe mows the lawn and trim the bushes, he, Ivar, runs her company's website and sometimes even does the accounting. And since he loves computers and numbers, it's not exactly a problem.

Anyway... So yes, he's not a slave in this house. Unlike Cinderella.

So, yes, to sum it up, he can't really complain and he's by far not Cinderella. And he knows it.

But... Yes, there's a but...

Sometimes, he feels trapped, as poor Cinderella must have felt.

Sometimes he feels like a spectator of a life he doesn't belong to.

Sure, he doesn't have to be homeschooled – but gods, he's glad he is. The reasons for him to be continuously bullied by classmates are endless. The simplest ones being: he is a cripple, an orphan, the son of a dead mob boss, the smartest one in the whole damn school, let alone his class. Take your pick. It's no fun, no fun at all. Being home alone is preferable to that alternative.

Therefore, barely leaving the house except for medical appointments, he has no friends. He doesn't do sports either – obviously – and yeah, he lives a lonely life, filled with video games and Netflix series. And he's okay with that. Well, most of the time.

Sure, his brothers, or at least Ubbe and Hvitserk, always try to include him as much as possible. But the truth is that because of his legs, there are many, many things he just can't do.

And the other truth, the less pleasant one, is that he partially did that to himself. He cut himself off from a world that hurt him, yet he still misses this world sometimes. At times, he blames himself. Because his life, honestly, is hardly what you would call a life, is it? Not when you're sixteen.

That's why sometimes, like now, he feels this longing, almost a need, to live. To really, truly, fully live. And that's why, for a brief moment, lulled by the light chitchat of his brothers, he considers attending Harald's midsummer party.

But he knows better. This life is not for him, never has been, never will be.

And so, shaking his head, he chases the thought away and, placing his hands on his push rims, he's about to leave the kitchen while the incessant babbling of his brothers goes on.

"I can't wait."

"Don't tell me! As every year, the most beautiful girls of Kattegat will be there."

"Remember that burger food truck? Best burgers ever!"

"I've heard Y/N would be attending this year."

"There'll be booze and girls! Sounds like Valh–"

Wait. His mind goes blank.

Fuck.

What? Did he hear right?

As he replays his brother's words in his head, it's like there's an earthquake happening inside of him.

Fuck.

He stops breathing. Blinks, then clamps his eyes shut.

Fuck.

When he finally manages to draw air into his lungs, he swallows loudly before asking in a weird, high-pitched voice, his heart pounding in his chest, "What– What did you say, brother?"

Hvitserk turns his head toward him and shrugs. "I just said there'll be boo–"

"No, not you!" Ivar snaps at his brother, pointing his pointer finger at Ubbe. "You, what did you fucking say?" Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Lagertha frowning – 'no curse words in this house, boys'– and even if he barely contains an eye roll, he still mouths a quick 'sorry' at her before rewording his question, impatience coursing through him. "What did you say, dear brother? Who did you say would attend?"

Stunned, Ubbe looks at him with wide eyes. "Y/N? I said Y/N would come. That's what I heard anyway. She's Harald's niece. She was here once, right? Remember her, baby bro, huh?"

But Ivar is no longer listening, the blood draining from his face. Y/N... Y/N... Fuck. Finally. Fucking finally. After so long... He may see you again. Wow.

I'll go! I'll fucking go!

He barely contains the words, suddenly acutely aware of the deafening silence in the room, his brothers shamelessly staring at him.

With her brows furrowed and her lips turned downward in a slight frown, Lagertha takes two steps forwards before crouching down in front of him. "Are you all right, sweetie? You're a little pale."

He barely hears when Sigurd giggles, "A little pale? He's greener than an alien!"

Lagertha shoots Sigurd a dirty look and then gently cups Ivar's cheek. "Do you know her, Ivar? Do you know Y/N?"

Overwhelmed, self-conscious, freaked out, caught off-guard, he doesn't know how to respond. Should he tell the truth? Should he lie? His brothers will mock him, for sure. What is the point of telling the truth? What good would it do? On the other hand, he could really use some advice. Yeah. Sure. Advice from Sigurd. Just the thought of it is enough to make him sick. Fuck, what is he going to do?

Rushed words are out of his mouth before he can even gather his thoughts. "No. No. I don't. I mean, yes, I think I do but–" He's being pathetic and he hates it. So after a sharp intake of breath, he shakes his head and eventually replies in a flat, calm voice, the white lie rolling off his tongue. "I know her, but I thought Ubbe was talking about someone else. Sorry."

With these words, he hastily leaves the room, his eyes riveted on his knees, his heart still drumming in his chest.

Y/N. Fuck.

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[batarangsoundsdumb]

guess fucking what? my inbox is so fucking full right now i'm unloading all of this shit in one post.

For the 11th gotham memes: gothamites react to bruce being jacked in a tiktok he made with kids, like super yoked, ripped as hell

fucking hilarious thanks. i think i did it in one meme post, but i genuinely don't remember which one

i dunno which of the batfam would do this but one time i was sleeping over at a friends house and ended up on the floor bc the bed was so very small and i just stayed there because the rug was soft

that's a drunk jason move i don't know what to tell you

tim and jason are "i listen to pop punk" solidarity. whenever jason highjacks the batmobile theyll go on long ass car rides blaring mcr and paramore and then never talk about it again

as they should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tim: no jason it's my turn using the aux cord i gotta put on my jams jason: don't you dare put on weird shit tim: don't worry, you're gonna love this *plays fearless (taylor's version)

hear me out hear me out, red hood stans 🤝 nightwing stans t h i g h s

holy shit yes.

SNL au: Bruce breaks character when pretending to superman and says something like "I'm not superman! You've seen his gps!! It's from 2001!!!" @sabeanybabe

superman flies past the snl building the next day just to say 'actually it's from 2005, i'm not a heathen'

does your back hurt from carrying the batfam fandom

it hurts more from the exotic rock collection i keep in my backpack, but thanks for the concern.

I love your posts by why would you always leave the best parts in the tags?

as a treat for the people that check the tags ;) (and also because i'm committed to the short post aesthetic)

somehow your playlist was everything i never knew i needed. i mean it. this is my new favorite playlist.

and don't you dare get a new favourite playlist!

babe ur stoner tim playlist is exactly too perfect, earth is literally blessed by ur existence

babe thanks so much! i love my stoner tim playlist because it's just my usual playlist but people think it's an artistic choice that i put taylor swift and britney spears in there, when it's just what i unironically like listening to

JANDKSKDK BILLY RAY CYRUS ON THE STONER TIM PLAYLIST I LOVE IT IT

again it's not even an ironic choice, i know every single word and i genuinely like the song

The last chapter of Fundamentals of Casework has me crying at work. Thanks I love it @dudelookitsalesbian

oh babe, i'm sorry, but also, not sorry i love chapter 4 so much it's my lovechild with the 'mental illness' tag

soooo....stumbled on your tumblr by some stroke of fate??? read your DC fanfic first. which is PHENOMENAL btw. then found all the batmemes; the funniest thing EVER bc everyone forgets about regular old gothamites. kept scrolling and your blog pops up as recommended. clicked on the ao3 for shits and giggles and waddaya know?!?!? it's YOU!!! you're LEGEND!!!! ever seen that meme? it's a video of a cat that got into a baseball field and the two announcers get really invested in his escape attempt and start giving a play by play of the cat instead of the game. memeable moment: "GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!"

i seriously think about this ask every single day and it's so fucking funny to me that i've never seen the meme you're referencing, but i still find myself going 'GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!' whenever i see something funny. but wow i'm glad you liked this steaming pile of garbage

Fav dc character overall? And fav batfamily character?

don't ask me to pick between the loves of my life, but i can tell you i've cried about every single batfamily member and also wally west (my beloved)

What's your opinion on fans having a problem with batfam being "too big"? And some even claim that batfam is just "Bruce Alfred Dick Damian" and the rest of them are just "friends and allies" (source: reddit) Personally, I like batfam because of this reason but idk

stupid. a family can never be too big. i'm not that big a fan of like huge batfam stuff with everybody from every single universe, because as much as it's funny for bruce to have like 30 kids, it just feels a little too OOC for me.

This is the best tag I've seen involving the batfam, thanks for thinking of it

This is canon now @nctxrejects

lmao yeah i think at that point alfred has had to sit through like at least a dozen coming out talks and just has a pride flag collection in the attic that he pulls out whenever a kid comes out

idk why batfam hits different as compared to any other superhero family

bc it's found family and usually the other superhero families are almost all genetically related in one way or another

I don't know if you watch the umbrella academy but I saw your last post about batcest and saw the similarities. But the thing is (although I think it's weird) in TUA, they addressed it by saying "they were raised as weapons, not siblings" or something along those lines, which is simply not the case with batfam.

yeah i watched tua but i also thought it was ridiculous and they still treated each other as siblings so i didn't like the luthor/allison thing, and am glad they stopped doing that shit bc it fucking sucked.

Hot take: Batcest shippers are the same people who believe adopted siblings are not actual siblings

smoking hot take: batcest shippers are the people who watch 'my sister got stuck in the washing machine' porn

Duke was adopted by Bruce?

not technically no, but do i, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb, look like i care?

True story but I had to change my freaking name because it used to be "Damien" and most people would go "OH LIKE DAMIAN WAYNE" like please I'm just tryna live

true story, but i don't actually think of damian when i hear the name damian, literally the first thing that pops up is damian darkh like bruh what?

apparently dc comics company supported comic stores by giving out new titles and stuff during the beginning of the pandemic to help them run and I just think that's wholesome

ah yeah that's so fucking cool, still don't like dc, the company, because this world is a capitalist hellhole and we're all owned by warner brothers or disney with no in between.

ayo looking at tumblr head canons and finding out bruce is actually a terrible father is a punch in the gut

lmao yes, in like 50% of comics bruce is a terrible father and it gives me whiplash

oooh I just saw the jason todd vs winter soldier post and the real question is: batman vs iron man

while iron man has like hundreds of cases of armor, batman could throw out an emp and have the guy dropping out of the sky in 2 seconds.

dickfast = fastdick = quickdick = quickie

magnum hot take

hey bata(?) just thought I'd let you know I have copied the obnoxious emoji and Billy Ray post for use on simping men going forth

thank you 😘🌷 (@spacebarsidecar)

why would you do that to your followers???? i get why i did it, but why would you???

what is scarecrow made the nightwing funko pop himself, like those diy-ers that paint over other ones

oh god no, horrible take, horrible take, that's a disgusting thought oh no

I see your HC that Bruce and Oliver fucked and raise you this: Dick and Roy ALSO fucked

yes they did and it was a horrible moment for jason to find out dick has fucked both of his best friends

"at this rate bruce adds like 1 child to his family every decade or so" Duke is introduced in 2013, Damian as Damian, not as an unnamed child, in 2006. And he is already 14 years old, Robins rarely remain Robins after 16 😬 It looks like a new Robin and Batkid will appear in a couple of years

i mean i can't wait? but somebody will probably die first tho, we're due for another major character death. my money's on either cass or duke this time.

BRO you're so right all of your Bruce's ex headcanons are amazing but they aren't ships, that's kinda wild. Like I don't want any peeks into how their relationship was I just want to see everyone make fun of them

lmao YES it's just i love bruce being a slut, like good for him.

I am in love with your posts your honour thank you

omg thanks are we like,, gonna kiss now?

The justice league needs to have a meeting to discuss how many of their members/partners have slept with bruce. Because through a combination of cannon & fannon (if DC wasn’t homophobic) we have AT LEAST: 1) clark 2) lois 3) oliver 4) dinah 5) john

Thats not counting villains or random civilians @dudelookitsalesbian

yes yes yes, they'll have a yearly meeting about how many of their collective exes could be out for revenge and batman's list just keeps getting longer.

tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.

and what about it?

when steph's fighting livewire and she zaps her with lighting and nothing happens and then they both just. stand there awkwardly for a second and talk. yeah i couldn't stop laughing at that batgirl steph is the BEST

oh yeah that was fucking hilarious and i think it would be so cool and sexy of dc to give steph a little comic series,,, as a treat

Hi I absolutely adore all of yours "Bruce and Oliver very badly pretending they didn't fuck each other" memes

lmao i do too

I need you to know that “Bruce Wayne had frosted tips” is one of my favorite Bruce takes of all time it’s so galaxy brained. you’re right and you should say it

he also painted his hair blonde once when he was travelling and in conclusion, this is why he's being blackmailed by the gotham gazette.

you know my thing about gordon being branded as the only good cop in gotham is its a load of shit like arguably he's a good person and not working to screw people over or anything but the fact that he also works w. batman makes him a shit cop. like yea batman is better than the mob but its still illegal its still an abuse of power he just not making bank

babe, all cops are bad cops. (but yeah youre absolutely right, working with vigilantes makes you a shit cop, but also working against vigilantes just makes you an asshole cop yanno?)

ruh roh i think i’m about to add “so not yeehaw” every time i don’t like something

that's a very good vocabulary upgrade

somehow i feel like steph already knew. like babs obviously knew but i feel like bruce got high/drunk in front of steph and started telling his boarding school stories and steph was just like “oh you fucked up i’m never gonna forget this”

steph and bruce have weird uncle/rebellious niece dynamic and they just hang out sometimes and bruce will be like 'i once broke my arm when i tripped over a hedge when i was drunk so oliver drove me to the hospital on an electric scooter' and steph will just have to sit there with that knowledge in her head.

Hello I just wanted to tell you you are So right in all your steph opinions bc she is, in fact amazing and I think that's very sexy of you. Ps. Your Bruce/Oliver fic is hilarious

babe, thank you so much and yes steph is amazing and i love her and she deserves the world and she's the best member of the batfam hands down. also thanks

In Supersons we see a couple of kids that are implied to be Damian and Jon's children and the boy has laser eyes and can fly, so I asume he's not adopted. The girl, who calls Bruce grandpa, can also fly, btw. So it's canon (probably by accident) that Jon can have kids and he must have married one of Bruce's kids. (I'm hoping for Damian, mostly because any other of his children would be waaaaaaaaaaaaay too old.) @artemisa97

lmao that was probably an accident seeing as jon is a 17 year old superhero in the year 3000 (by the jonas brothers)

You know, I'm a die hard fan of your memes, but I gotta say one thing: if Gothamites actually took gas mask everywhere with them, then the Scarecrow would just be a weird dude in a weird costume, and not a villain oh so scary. DC really should just takes notes from you.

bold of you to assume there's no gothamite anti-maskers

How does it feel being the funniest person on this app?

horrible, next question.

I can't listen to Green Day or Billy Joel without thinking of your post about how Bruce got arrested at a Billy Joel concert @nightwings-kid

yeah that's your mistake, i on the other hand can't enjoy billy joel without thinking about the glee rendition of 'uptown girl'

I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.

superman: so what do you do in your free time? batman, thinking about the superman fanfiction he's writing on the batcomputer: i have no free time

bruce and oliver be like boyfriends to co-workers 401k (do the justice leagues get 401ks??? not that bruce and ollie would need them, but-)

lmao yes just 400 thousand words of bruce realising 'oh dip oliver is such a fucking dumbass' (also i don't know what a 401 k is but i assume they don't?)

Gothamites would totally boo superman as he saves Gotham while batman is out. @meenje

he's like 'okay think about that next time you want to be saved from an alien octopus'

I just took long break from dc comics and I come back to see ric grayson ??

i think it's very cool and sexy of dc to see dick and just think 'you know what? let's just give him a traumatic brain injury' and then didn't develop his character in any real way

SPEAKING OF RIC GRAYSON, gothamites making confused memes out of ric grayson is much needed

'dick grayson is my taxi driver? can anyone explain what the fuck happened he looks like an italian plumber?'

i hate to say it but batfam are def "marvel characters" in that sense they are characters who are human but become superheroes unlike most dc characters who are gods trying to be human maybe this is why I like batfam

fair enough

[blps]

Are you having fun?

Pairing: Sakusa x reader

Genre: fluff! (And maybe also stranger to why am I stuck with you to oh nevermind I guess you are nice to hang out with to oh shit I think I caught feelings) anybody got a name for that trope??

Word count: ~2.6k

Summary: Your friend’s crush has four tickets to an amusment park, and so while your friend and her crush pratically abandons you with the none other than Sakusa Kiyomi

a/n: Wow thos is my longest fic, I think Sakusa is a bit ooc in this because of how fast he warms up to you but THIS IS FICTION SO WHO CARES haha ok anyways enjoy!

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You couldn’t believe you agreed to this. Currently in a car, hearing your friend besides you thanking you for tagging along and rambling about her perfect crush, you looked outside the window, thinking about how comfortable your bed was and how you wished you could have stayed in it.

But of course you had to agree to your friend’s offer. The pleading in their eyes made you feel guilty if you said no. She really liked him and you were pretty sure he did too. The both of them were just too shy to initiate the first move. So what could go wrong? Well the fact that you were going to arrive at 8am on a saturday morning was the problem.

And so with your little sleep hours you had, you encourage yourself to do this and make sure that your friend and her crush end up confessing by the end of the day.

One of your worries was the fourth person. Your friend informed you that you wouldn’t be third wheeling, another person would accompany you, wasn’t that wonderful? No. Doing first interactions with a new human being was nonexistent on your list of favourite things to do. Will you and them click off and could enjoy a day together? Or will it be awkward the whole time? What if you both will not get along? So many questions you weren’t so eager to find the answer.

Your friend parked the car, giving you a blinding smile as she got out of the car. You wanted to at least not ruin her first date so you switched your moody morning self to the ‘I totally want to socialise with you’ persona.

As you got out of the car, the sun warmed your skin from the fresh breeze of mornings. You walked behind your friend as you met with what would be the crush and your companion for the rest of the day.

Your partner for the day turned around, and you were just in awe of his beauty. He was tall, more than 6’. His dark hair curled nicely, perfectly framing his face. Well, the partial part you could see anyway as he was wearing a mask. But if that mask didn’t further accentuate his beauty then you didn’t know what else will. As you got closer, two beauty marks were more noticable and that was the last straw. He just took the prize for the most beautiful man effortlessly; it almost made you angry.

He introduced himself with the most soothing voice. You gathered yourself, not wanting to make him uncomfortable as you greeted him properly and his friend. The four of you then entered the amusement park, ready for a day of ups and downs.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

You knew it would end up like this. As soon as your friend and her crush had a map of the place, they immediately left you and Sakusa alone.

It was silent between the two of you. Guess he wasn’t that much of a talker. You took a map for yourself. You were about to ask what he would like to do when his words cut the silence first.

“I’m not riding any roller coasters.”

Well, that was a really good start.

“May I ask why? Who would come to an amusement park and not try at least one rollercoaster?”, you replied.

“I hate germs and if you were aware, the seats are filled with strangers filth”, his eyes clearly judging you,” I’m sure you wouldn’t understand.”

Oh yeah his looks wouldn’t be able to save him now.

“Excuse me? Are you calling me unsanitary?”

“Considering how you touched the rotating metal bars with your bare hands at the entrance, I would agree. Do you even realise how many germs you just touched?”

His look of distaste was the only confirmation that he was in fact, a germaphobe. Great. Who would’ve guessed a germaphobe would be in an amusement park. You really hit the target for the least desirable person to spend a whole day with in your situation.

You sigh as you took your hand sanitiser from your bag and rubbed your hands vigorously, giving him the most infuriating glare you could do.

“Here”, you showed your hands to him,” there now should be 0.01% bacteria, if you don’t want to ride a rollercoaster, fine. At least let’s walk around and look for our friends since you wouldn’t gain more bacteria.”

You turned around, ready to do anything but be alone with the judging look all day. You should at least have a good time when you were forced out of your comfy bed to be here.

With your back turned to him and his face mask on, you wouldn’t have known of that tiny smirk on Sakusa’s lips.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Your plan didn’t go as well as you expected. You and Mr. Nofun were sitting as far away as you could from a bench. You were even surprised that he sat on it. Your friend ran along with your crush to who knows where and so you weren’t able to find her.

Silence once again ruled in the atmosphere. Only the faint sound of rollercoasters and people screaming were reaching your ears. You have texted your friend to meet up, you couldn’t handle being alone with him anytime longer. Maybe you should leave him. Why should you stay? You were fully capable of having a good time by yourself.

“I didn’t expect you to have a hand sanitizer with you.”

This was not the time.

“Why did you even come if you weren’t going to do anything? There really weren’t any more suitable candidates?”

You were both staring each other down, arguments ready to be unleashed when a new sound reached both of your ears.

The great rumbling of hungry stomachs.

Yours to be more precise.

Burying yourself deep in the ground was a very enticing idea right now, until Sakusa’s stomach joined in on the symphony of hunger.

With few words of agreement, you both went to find something to eat.

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You were both eating, in silence once again. Sakusa finished his bite, and stared at you until your own eyes met his.

“No there weren’t any suitable candidates. No one wanted to spend a day with two lovers at an amusement park. And since I thought I would be alone, I planned to do nothing. I didn’t know you would be here.”

Your temper from earlier calmed down, you finished your bite as you answered back:

“Well fair enough but I still would like to enjoy myself you know? You're not the only one that is forced to be here. I didn’t even get to finnish my dream and next thing I know, I’m out of bed and onto one of the most social places you could be.”

Since his mask was off his face so he could eat, which was both a blessing and a curse, you were able to notice the small smirk forming.

“Well how about you do what you would like? Don’t bother about the others, enjoy your day.”

Well, maybe he wouldn’t be a pain after all.

“You have something stuck between your teeth.”

You spoke too soon.

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Aside from his comments, it was actually going pretty well. You had participated in some mini activities and won some prizes. You had gained stuffed animals, a balloon, and more unnecessary gadgets. You wanted to at least try the haunted house but Sakusa refused to go in it.

You were currently in a ferris wheel for a little break, devouring a pink cotton candy while your now tolerable partner was doing his best in trying not to touch the metal security bar.

You let out a chuckle, the both of you arriving at the top.

“I’ll let you use my hand sanitizer. Just hold it if you want to feel secure”, your soft chuckle making his eyebrows furrow.

“It doesn’t work that way”

“Here take this”, you handed him your cotton candy as you searched your bag for your gloves,” here I had these gloves since we would stay to watch the fireworks and it would be pretty chilly at night.”

His eyes reflected surprise as you took your cotton candy back and handed him the gloves. You continued admiring the view and eating the sugar, oblivious to the man besides you who wanted to calm his heartbeat and the pink blossoming coloring his cheeks.

When you were back on the ground and walking around. You spotted one of your favourite activities yet so far. The prize was a living fish and you were just so excited to win one you grabbed Sakusa’s sleeve and dragged him eagerly to the stand.

Time flew by as well as your money. Your wallet couldn’t withstand another round. You just couldn’t beat the game and win the fish. Adding on to that, you felt Sakusa’s annoyance from your back facing him. He was probably tired of holding your stuff.

You accepted your defeat, ready to go, until you felt his presence besides you. His arm extended, cash on his hand.

“Another round please.” The host prepared the booth once again, happy with his earnings. Meanwhile, you prepared to not disappoint Sakusa, mentally forcing yourself to not screw this up. You looked over him, about to thank him. However, he only gave you your stuff back.

“You are so bad at this, let me just show you how it’s done”, his gentle eyes were locked with your surprised ones. It was different from the usual judgemental and disgusted look he had.

Before you knew it, he was facing you again, but this time, he held a plastic bag with a bright small orange fish swimming around.

“Shall we continue, the others are probably searching for us as well.” He kept on walking, not bothering to check if you were following him. Snapping out of your shocked state, you quickly catched up to him, thinking how to thank him.

“Um.. thanks, for winning the fish for me, I-“

“Oh I think you misunderstood,” he smirked, giving you a teasing look, “I won this fish. So I will be keeping it.”

Irritation washed over you. But before you could respond, your name was called out in the crowd. You saw your friend jogging towards you, hand in hand with her crush. At least this day was going well for one of you.

“I’m so glad we found you! We went to the randez-vous point you sent by text but you weren’t there-” She hugged you tight before whispering in your ear, “I’m sorry I didn’t see the text sooner,” before pulling away.

“We were going to our last roller coaster, if you guys want to join us. It’s getting dark anyways, better not be separated again.”

You glanced over at Sakusa, wondering if he was ok doing at least one. He reluctantly agreed, but made an effort nonetheless.

You were walking with your friend, a little behind the others so your conversation wouldn’t be heard.

“I hope you are at least enjoying yourself”, your friend looked at you with concerned eyes, waiting and searching for signs that you would like to leave, “I had a really good time so I wouldn’t mind if you would like to leave, I can drive you home.” You knew that if you felt uncomfortable in any way, she wouldn’t hesitate to take you home safely. However, you didn’t need to go home yet, you could continue a bit. 

You considered it. You really did. What was keeping you from leaving? Even if Sakusa was a pain, you somewhat enjoyed his company. No. That couldn’t be it. It must be something else. You convinced yourself that it must be the fireworks.

Ignoring your feelings, you reassured your friend that you were fine. You would enjoy the rest of the day for yourself, not letting anything, or anyone for that matter, to ruin it.

The four of you finally arrived at your final destination. Turns out that no feelings will be ignored. The roller coaster was a lover's tunnel. Guess who’s your partner.

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It was awkward. You and Sakusa were side by side on the swan shaped boat, not a word travelled between the two of you.

You were alone in the tunnel, the smooth warm lighting meant for couples not helping. If the situation couldn’t get more embarrassing, romantic music started to play and the both of you went stiff.

That was it. Better bicker about something else than being silent. Your heart beated frantically against your chest, a miracle it hasn’t bolted out and left you. You turned your face to face Sakusa, noticing the faint pink on his ears.

“So will you keep the fish?” You shouldn’t have talked, maybe it made matters worse. In this situation, perhaps it was better to keep silent and never speak of it again. But even if that was the case, you shouldn’t make a big deal out of it right?

You were certain you held no feelings for Sakusa. He was mean, teasing, insufferable, never having fun, a germ freak and handsome. Wait no, none of that attractiveness, when someone has an undesirable personality, they appear uglier. But was he really that unattractive or were you trying to convince yourself that even the idea of liking him was impossible. 

“I won it. Of course I’ll keep it”, he mumbled behind his mask. The atmosphere was falling once again in silence, besides the music playing.

You dug into your mind to find a new conversation. Or not. Maybe it was his way of wanting zero conversation. You hated this. Your mind was in total chaos and your heart was not stopping anytime soon, it only seemed to increase.

“I haven’t yet chosen a name though. If you want to help that is,” he was still averting his eyes, not completely facing your direction.

The rest of the ride continued with various propositions of names for the fish. And every single one of them ended either with a flat out ‘no’ or a mocking comment.

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The sun was already setting, the night sky was ruling above as you sat besides Sakusa and your friend. You were waiting for the fireworks to begin, the final activity of the day. Finally this day seemed to stretch out forever. You were almost at your limit, the hours of sleep you skipped catching up on you.

Even at that, you couldn’t ignore that little sting in your heart at the realisation that this was probably the last day you would spend with Sakusa. He wasn’t the perfect choice, but he stayed by your side and let you have fun. The teasing was a bit annoying, but you enjoyed the insignificant bicker. Maybe if you had more time would you warm up to him. You wanted to continue spending time with him.

Your doubts were invading your mind. Perhaps Sakusa didn’t want to see you again. After all he was mean to you from the start. Did he enjoy your company? He did follow your lead all day. If he didn’t like you, wouldn’t he just go his seperate way?

“Did you have fun?” His question surprised you. You were captivated by his eyes. They didn’t hold the usual teasing look he gave you. You couldn’t quite decipher it, but they held something different this time. But you agreed. You did have fun today.

You knew he was smiling behind his mask. He looked like he wanted to say something,but your moment was interrupted by the loud noises in the sky.

In all but a few moments, Sakusa felt a weight drop on his shoulder. He stiffened, glancing down at your sleeping form. He was surprised you could sleep with all that noise. Your features were peaceful with the colored light illuminating your face.

He let you sleep, not wanting to disrupt your slumber. He had to admit to himself, he did have fun today too.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

You woke up in your bed, your mind still urging you to continue to sleep. However you were distracted by the text you received from an unknown number. An image attached to it of an aquarium and a familiar looking fish in it.

Unknown number

We still haven’t found a name

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a/n: Thank you so much for reading until the end!

[kinnoth]

What's your take on Thor Ragnarok? What's your take on Thor's development within the MCU so far?I'm a fan of your posts and tags!

GREAT QUESTIONS THANK YOU FOR ASKING, THANKS FOR BEING A FAN

tldr I """"like"""" Thor's canon development now bc I've done some fucking Olympic grade backfilling and contortion to recontextualize the canon to make it meaningful, but this results in me living in my own pocket universe of an interpretation where I can't really interact with other people bc they don't subscribe to my exact reading of canon

But bro I LOVE Ragnarok. I know that can be a controversial take (I've read the meta of people who think it "slaughtered" Thor and Loki's characterisations), but I just thought it was so much fun! Like on a movie watching experience level and on a lore/meta level, it's FUN. That's not something I can say for 95% of marvel movies, which are nigh universally too dimly lit and too reliant on hateful sarcasm between characters as a substitute for a relationship.

On a meta level, I 1000% subscribe to the idea that the entire movie is a retelling that Thor is preforming for his refugees, so it's a heavily edited, exaggerated, and sillier version of events meant to keep everyone's spirits up. On the point of lore continuity, I really appreciate that thor3 makes CANON and EXPLICIT Odin's campaign of imperialist violence behind his "peaceful" reign over the nine realms, I FUCKIN LOVE IT. I LOVE the context Hela gives to their family, because she makes canon and explicit Odin's disappointments in Thor. I LOVE that Mjolnir was Hela's weapon before it was Thor's because Mjolnir was never meant to be a metric for moral goodness or readiness for rule, but a metric for a colonialist's commitment to imperialist violence on behalf of an empire WHICH IS WHY IT FINDS CAPTAIN AMERICA WORTHY BUT NOT LOKI

(btw if anyone else can draw a line between Hela and Steve Rogers that is a. representative of Odin's priorities and b. includes Thor but excludes Loki, hmu, bc this is the best I got.)

(Mjolnir rejects Thor in thor1 bc Thor was trying to conquer Jotunheim for personal glory and doesn't accept him again until he starts thinking about the good of the empire again by protecting Midgard, an imperial asset. Mjolnir rejects Loki bc Loki is a not an imperialist in service of an empire)

Off topic but I know a lot of people get hung up on Thor leaving Loki paralyzed in the parking garage, potentially to be found by the grandmasters dudes? Like people say that was unaccountably cruel and ooc for Thor. But like, ok, they killed everyone on the way up, and Thor knows his armed gladiator rebellion is on his heels also headed for the parking garage, so I dunno, I never read it as Loki was in any particular danger? But I'm a notorious Thor apologist as well as a Loki apologist so 🤷‍♂️

Things I also love: loki defunding the military to spend that money on art and infrastructure, Loki's live action thorki fanfic that Asgard unaccountably loved, Loki stonewalling Odin's attempt to reconcile bc fuck Odin, Thor's lightning powers, Bruce banner is now a Jewish grandma, Hela have I mentioned Hela love that girlboss, Jeff goldblum love that wiggly man, the Valkyrie love that angry girl, "piss off ghost", inglorious deaths for all the warriors 3, "I'm here" (screaming, crying, shaking), the story about how Loki bit Thor as a snake as well as the confirmation that they are in fact the same age

I have complicated feelings about Thor's canon development tbh. On a very ground floor sort of reaction, I despise what they did to My Boy in infinity war and endgame. I think it's a disgusting character assassination and I don't think the russos understand humour and specifically how to use humour to expand on tragedy like what thor3 did.

On the other hand, if you've read my fic and meta, you'll know that I've accepted the canon development, bc at this point, I've done a LOT of very deliberate and concerted labour to MAKE the canon development we see between thor1 and endgame WORK. But, like, there was a LOT of labour that I, specifically, put into it. It fully relies on me specifically doing a lot of digging and reaching and mining these movies for every possible frame of content to the point where I am pretty sure I've put more effort into making all the development make continuous sense than any of the screenwriters put into the actual development.

And I think I've probably just drank too much of my own Kool aid but like, I am in a position now where I do think my interpretation of Thor's character development is THE most complete and accurate reading of his character development. Key to these points are: a) I think he is an ex-imperialist who is currently and actively trying to deprogram himself from the colonialists' mindset that Odin instilled within him b) he is trying to deprogram himself from Asgard's culture of extreme toxic masculinity wherein he was not taught to have any sort of emotional processing that did not involve physical violence c) Loki is/was/always will be the person he loves best

So like, as I try to show in my thorki canonverse fics (shameless plug for myself), I can make most of the bad decisions made about Thor's character in infinity war and endgame work if I recontextualize all of his canon actions with my own (well supported, well documented) headcanon'd baggage. Of course he goes on a death wish mission to get revenge on Thanos -- he has a literal deathwish bc he was already supposed to die with Loki. Of course he sinks into an unshakeable depression afterwards -- he has no identity now that he has no family bc he was never taught to live by himself or for himself. Of course he leaves new Asgard and abdicates his rule -- he hasn't wanted a hand in the dirty business of Empire ever since Odin's ambition got his mom and brother killed in thor2, and that hasn't changed. I try to make him go through all the canon-implied feelings and anxieties and doubts in front of the reader. My entire goal of this is that people read my shit, then look at canon and think "oohh that context DOES make it better!" I will be gratified if that is the case.

(The only thing I cannot fix is the bit in endgame where Thor walks past Loki's Tupperware cell and the narrative doesn't come to a screeching fucking halt as Thor has so many feelings that he has some sort of paralytic breakdown where he simultaneously wants to commit Time Crime (tm) so he can just stay here forever and also wishes he could just die here, next to loki, like he was always supposed to. Like, that needed to happen to really lynchpin all of my work together into one smooth, problem free reading, but I'm not allowed to have nice things so)

(oh also I didn't like Thor calling frigga "mom". Shouldn't it at least be "mum"? I think "mother" is best tbh, bc I don't really read them as having that sort of relationship, see "toxic masculinity", see also "homosocial socialisation")

(and ok I get that it was a nice moment for Thor to call the hammer back to his hand, and I get that it even still works with my headcanon that mjolnir finds Thor worthy still bc Thor is defending the imperial asset that is Midgard, but like God damnit. The uncritical and unquestioning use of that word "worthy" when he catches the hammer again. Like worthy of what you guys? Do you ever ask yourself that question bc I very much do. I kinda wish they didnt bring it up at all, or if they did, it didn't come back to Thor's hand and he is just like, wistfully, "that's all right, I suspected as much. I'm such a different man now, mjolnir doesn't recognize me. I don't think I'd be alive right now if I had been the same man I was")

Wow that got long, anyway, thanks for chatting with me! Again, always a pleasure to field asks!

[deantransgressions2]

7x03 the girl next door

#1: sam uses his hand scar to break himself out of his hallucination. dean taught and encouraged this coping mechanism. aka dean encouraged sam to use self harm as a coping mechanism...knowing that sam would do anything he said.

time tag: 6:59

#2: "girl, interrupted over there" (said to bobby, about sam) why does he feel the need to talk shit ab sam w bobby every chance he gets? if he wanted sam to talk to him honestly, then maybe he shouldn't be a dick 100% of the time. especially about feelings.

time tag: 8:05

#3: "sam's not a curve. he's a frickin' time bomb" (said to bobby) ok so why do you punch him in ab a day? why do u encourage him to continue to hunt? why are u still an asshole?

time tag: 8:10

#4: punches sam the second he opens his motel room door. punches sam, who just had a serious brain injury a couple weeks ago, and who is also experiencing psychosis....dean PUNCHES him. ????? lmk what "good big brother" would ever do this.

time tag: 31:56

#5: "new rule, you steal my baby you get punched" okay . 1) new rule? sam is a grown man he doesn't need rules. and 2) he gets punched if he touches your car? oh sure that sounds fair.

god ive been waiting for this. okay true story: i once stole my older sister's car when i was 15 and i CRASHED it, dented the whole back end, and you wanna know what she did?? literally nothing. she told me i was an idiot and that was it. i sure as hell wasn't assaulted .

time tag: 32:04

#6: interesting parallel of young sam having to use a cold soda to ice his black eye, after getting beaten up by bullies...and present sam having to use a cold soda to ice the same injury, after getting beaten up by dean.

time tag: 32:08

#7: "you never told me that" yeah why the fuck would he dean? u literally get joy out of murdering monsters....

time tag: 33:54

#8: "she's dropping bodies man...which means we got to drop her, no matter how many merit badges she racked up when she was a kid. i'm sorry but it's that simple"

the way dean desperately tries to make what they do "simple" so he never has to look into the moral implications of anything he does.. it's upsetting. if he can't understand the complexity of monsters at the ripe age of 30? 31? then he shouldn't be a fucking hunter.

time tag: 34:27

#9: "look man, i get it. you meet a girl, you feel that spark, there's nothing better. but this freak?" sam's reaction to this kinda speaks for itself. but remember how many times dean called sam a freak in s1-5?? if dean views amy as a cold blooded killer that needs to be murdered, then how does he view sam, if he calls them the same term?

time tag: 35:25

#10: sam, the only one that has history with amy, the only one that talked with amy about the recent deaths, says amy doesn't need to be killed. dean doesn't believe him even though he has 0 evidence to prove otherwise.

time tag: 35:59

#11: "look you don't trust her, fine. trust me." (sam to dean) dean has said multiple times he doesn't value or trust sam's opinion on anything, ever. so kinda dumb of sam to ask him of this ngl.

time tag: 36:28

#12: deans says that he will trust sam because he "got to start sometime, right?" which is a fat ass lie.

time tag: 36:43

#13: "but people, they are who they are. no matter how hard you try, you are what you are." (said to amy) wow. what a beautifuly horrific, degrading, dumbass poem dean. THIS is why sam believed that voicemail in the church with lilth. THIS is why moc!dean is just regular dean. THIS is why dean is 15x17 is not ooc.

time tag: 38:25

#14: "trust me i'm an expert" (said to amy) an expert?? on monsters? no. ur an expert on killing monsters, not monsters lives themselves. SAM knew what amy went through, he knew what it was like to hate what you are, what it's like to try and defy the evil inside you. dean doesn't know jack shit about that. he isnt an expert, he's a bratty child who craves attention.

time tag: 38:35

#15: killed amy. dean knew she had a son. he knew amy was a mortician, and thats how her and jacob got the food to survive. he knew all this yet still murdered amy, and left jacob an orphan. jacob now has no other choice but to murder to survive. very smart dean. big brain.

time tag: 39:14

#16: "you ever kill anyone? well if you do i'll come back for you." (said to JACOB) he's like 8 leave him the hell ALONE dean. threatening a child? god none of us are surprised.

time tag: 29:25

[staliasjeronica]

Riverdale S5 Ep11 Thoughts *Spoilers*

thoughts under cut to keep tag from being cluttered :)

- Oh yeah I forgot that Chad was blackmailing Veronica about the dirty dealings in her company even though it’s not her at all (unless it’s just been so long and I’ve forgotten but she’s my baby and I feel like I would’ve remembered but-

- Hiram and this dumb prison is one of the worst things for this show it’s a constant plot of people escaping and it’s so annoying like sure Hiram owns it and he was in the jail but no one has, like, taken him back to jail…??? Hiram is a fucking disease smh

- “back to remote learning” why didn’t you just stay that way though… like even right now in covid schools are opening back up and kids are complaining because it’s still not safe so like… just… go back to it??? I’m so not built for this world fasdhfkahf

- Veronica and Smithers 🥺🥺💞💞

- the way Veronica hugs Archie is so cute bc she’s so tiny but like she always gives her all and Archie is just 😐 never giving anything ahjfsdfsh it’s quite sad you can tell how done KJ is with Varchie lol

- “I really hate that I’m dragging you through this.” … what about constantly pulling him into your mob boss father mess that the writers refuse to allow you to escape from?

- “until you and Chad are officially done, I think we should keep our distance.” Varchie bones!!! you just KNOW that Archie has been looking forward to this because that man is whole heartedly in love with Betty and has been since forever and that while Chad prolongs the divorce papers, Archie will not be waiting for Veronica considering he doesn’t want her. Varchie = bones we love to see it!

- now who tf would join Penelope Blossom’s ministry… no one, realistically.

- can Cheryl stop being given the craziest and usually most boring plots ever please...

- Not someone holding a gun to Tabitha literally don’t hurt Riverdale’s best girl weirdo

- these bitches really haven’t aged huh…. poor Veronica though being robbed but like they stole some watches or something and the opal like that’s all you take..?? okay-

- Fangs 💞💞💞💞💞 also rip to him having to work with his ex tho

- STOP HAVING ARCHIE GO TO HIRAM WE’RE TIRED

- You know considering the whole reason why Hiram is still here as the villain and ruining Veronica’s life/growth to keep her in his plots al because Mark is a big soap opera celeb and apparently brings in money, you’d assume they would give him GOOD shit instead of everything he’s gotten. If they hadn’t of hired Mark can you imagine how much better off the show would be if they didn’t have to keep him around bc of his status????? God why-

- Reggie’s always there for Veronica muah…. oh fuck me I guess fjasjkdf

- “I work for one Lodge and it’s not you.” lmao okay??? you acting like that’s a flex, and that you’re working for the better Lodge who literally left you to die after the Serpents thought you shot Fangs so-

- MARTY BEING WHY REGGIE IS WORKING FOR HIRAM…….. YOUR DAD IS ABUSIVE LET HIM HANDLE HIS OWN DEBT??? God both Veronica and Reggie are always fucked over when it comes to their parents huh

- don’t you just love when they make characters act ooc for a plot ahhhhhh it’s totally fun to watch and totally not frustratingly annoying

- “FOR OLD TIMES SAKE.” 💞💞💞 we love Veggie even though they made Veronica act ooc and hurt him back then and they weren’t given an actual chance.

- “don’t be such a Betty” now why is Betty so surprised she only ever had fun when she was with Archie, when she’s with Jughead all she did was do what she wanted and order him around so likeefjhakdfh

- “he shouldn’t really be my problem anymore.” BUGHEAD BONES YASSSSS

- I know it was just a sound they used but like that squish sound when Darla kicked Tom’s face… did she like smash his face in damn what is this The Walking Dead?

- see the problem with them randomly bringing characters/parents in when they need them is that they’re never around so like no one really cares… like they could have utilized the parents so much (and Skeet and Marisol never would have left) and it would have been so much better than random appearances that make them look incompetent and awful parents because they’re never there during all the other times their kids need them. but we have to see the two toxic parents that won’t go away constantly??? literally what the fuck

- Betty calling Jughead’s writing cringey wbk she’s never liked his writing she was just stroking his ego bc she was his gf and had to be supportive lmaoo

- why are these 60+ year old men beating up Jughead like for why???

- so they just forgot that Tom was checking in on the convict huh gotta love dumbing down characters for plot!

- Fangs with his switchblade muah

- jealous Tabitha muahhh over a password

- “wait THE BETTY?"

- Cheryl looks so good

- Find meaning in his death… girl didn’t you not care that your husband killed your son over the illegal maple stuff I forgot the plot but it was something illegal and dumb

- “drain the vein” …...

- Reggie helping muah

- Why is Archie acting like an ass? like sure he doesn’t know that Chad is abusive and toxic but c’mon fucker you cheated on her and never apologized and you don’t even wanna be with her in the first place so why are you acting like you’re personally hurt sit down

- God Archie really hates Veronica huh… I don’t even blame him considering the shit she’s brought him into time and time again.

- Jughead was kicked like maybe five times yet he was fine falling out of a two story window and the serpent imitation but now he needs antibiotics..? plot convenience!

- literally don’t remember anything about Doc tbh or him talking to Donna and Bret like—

- ever since Negan people are obsessed with bats with barbed wire.

- also! yes please kill Hiram <3 I know they end up saving him bc of the opal but c'mon

- they searched basically nothing for five seconds wow such great detective work you guys!

- we know you just want his manuscript Jessica

- Cheryl with her rainbow skirt how cute!

- “daddykins” girl you’re like 25

- Veronica acting like she cares about Hiram fjsadhkfhas these guys thinking that they’d kill Hiram even though they need him lol

- bad bitch Ronnie we love her even though she’s gonna have to save her father to save others and get her opal </3

- not Veronica calling Archie first and not Kevin considering Kevin’s dad is there…. this is the pandering va fan service bs we have bc it makes no sense and it’s so forced

- Fangs knowing Archie rides with tools in his truck mmhm that’s a little sus idk how but archiefangs agenda coming through!

- no one would actually believe that Jessica ashkjdfsj and they take this bait…??? you gotta be joking lmao

- Jug got to help doc this time 🥺😭

- …. tell me why when he said boyfriend I immediately thought of Reggie I hate myself for wishing fahsdjkfsafj

- okay as cheesy and corny and awful the fight scene is since they posted a clip of it, them working together is so refreshing and nice we love leader!Veronica bc she’s so good at it. but the show only cares for Betty which is funny since she’s an awful detective fbahsdjfj

- my god enough with Jason’s body!!!!!!!!! you burned his body please let him stay dead let his body rest

- okay but the back and forth from Betty and Jessica is so good like I wish we could get that kind of rivalry drama type stuff all the time. too bad they refuse to let Veronica act like a normal person and get angry at being cheated on and such :/ when will Veronica slap the fuck out of Betty

- he’s not a blameless victim but Betty take responsibility for how awful a person you are PLEASE

- THE VOICEMAILLLLLLL Jughead only speaks the truth! it’s weird that he only realized what we all knew about Betty after but whatever, finally he gets upset like damn. also jeronica crumb he’s the only one to ever include Veronica smh ALSO Cole acted the fuck outta this voice mail muah

- the way Betty just sits there uncaring… she really is a freak huh god when will someone punch her in the face and take her ego down a million notches she’s so annoying

- “that’s darkness.” …?? what?

- the way bh’s relationship parallels jughead’s with Jessica though. the unhealthy habits, the bad energy, etc. except Jessica left it and Betty didn’t and it turned Betty into whatever the fuck this is. I miss s1 Betty :/

- so when will they sue Jessica for drugging them? mmhm probably never

- poor Tabitha being the only one who cares about jughead tho

- oh no I forgot there was a random musical number…

- you’re gonna have Betty and Tabitha act like THAT and not put them together so rude

- when will Cheryl be free from her mom. is was like turned on by abuse or something sigh why do the toxic (and most boring!) parents get plots and screen time and everyone else doesn’t...

- Veronica would be able to do Moree than pepper spray but whatever only Betty is allowed be “badass"

- fangs being fangs ugh so sexy my babyyyyy

- Trevor Stines is so attractive it’s a shame they only bring him back for five seconds to traumatize Cheryl over and over again though </3

- wow varchie in a pop’s booth what season is this again??

- god it’s so upsetting how amazing varchie would have been as just friends…

- the way he smiled at Veronica was so contradicting to the blank, “please don’t” expression when she was telling him she was gonna get divorced as fast as possible. why can’t he just admit he doesn’t want to be with her!!!!!! my god they’ve put off barchie long enough just let them be together so their characters can finally act in character and stop being so awful and annoying

- “this cause” what cause you fucking weirdo

- not Hiram threatening the mayor he could literally be your downfall if we had good writers fjasdkjfasf

- jughead how would you have killed him with a small wooden basket

- I like doc so much but I know we’ll never see him again until we randomly need him seasons from noow

- Betty wasn’t hit by the drugs until after the message though… how would she not remember? it didn’t seem to be doing anything to Betty until the bunker

- hopefully since they’re friends now Tabitha can make Betty act like a decent human being <3

- the way Tabitha looked at Betty please stop doing this to me...

- maybe we can finish that dance!!!!!!!!!!!!!! jabitha rising bughead dying we love to see it!

wow that episode felt like it was two hours long but thankfully I finally finished it… don’t have many actual thoughts but anyways hope you enjoyed my live blog of my thoughts!

[my-dating-academia]

Requester/ @teerama : Can I please get an angst that goes to fluff where mineta says something to bakugo or todoroki’s s/o and like he points out an insecurity when the boys aren’t there and they pull away from the group and only wear oversized clothes until the boys find out. Please tag me if you do this:)

Todoroki Shoto:

You know to ignore Mineta's comments and that he's just some pervert, but it still gets annoying and hurts at times. But this time, it was too much. He crossed the line, and you didn't know how to deal with it.

You were walking out of the changing rooms to go train, wearing your tight hero outfit. You thought nothing of it as you were walking to where you would have to meet up for training, until you realized the small steps next to you. Shit, Mineta had finished changing the same time as you.

You looked to the other side and walked faster to avoid any of his comments, but that didn't stop him.

He looked you up and down "Wow, Y/N, can't you try to slim down/gain some like the other girls?" You felt your throat swell as he said that, your chest going cold.

"I don't mind it though! Makes you like like a real woman," Mineta spoke as he made grabby hands.

You ran off after that to where you were suppose to be. You tried to get it out your head, its Mineta after all, but it stuck.

The entire class, those words kept replaying in your head "Slim down/Gain some like the other girls." You couldn't focus, totally being off your A-game.

You kept glancing down at your body and tugged at it...Was Shoto dating you to make himself look better? Did he feel bad for you?

You had a couple tears fall down but you played it off as sweat from training.

After training ended and it was last class, you were free to go back to the dorms. Shoto walked towards you "S/o, are you alright? You looked distracted during training..." He looked over your eyes that were pointed at the ground.

"Fine, just need to be alone." You walked off quickly.

"Would you like to talk about-" Todoroki tried to ask but you weren't listening.

You closed yourself off from the class as you would examine your skin, looking up and down it as you wore only baggy clothing. You made sure to try and get a bigger coat to hide your body.

It was only a few days of it until Todoroki caught up with you, right before you could enter your dormroom.

"There's something wrong, s/o, and I can tell there is." Todoroki spoke. "Please tell me."

"There's nothing wrong..." You tried to push open the door but Shoto held it close.

"Then why are you avoiding not just me, but everybody?" He said slowly, looking over trying to see how you were feeling. "And your coat...It swallows up your whole body, and its Spring...Why?"

You felt tears well up in your eyes and your throat lumps up. "I'm-I'm...too fat/scrawny..." You said looking at your body. "I'm trying to get rid of it, but I can't! I try to hide it, but I can't!" Your tears came out.

Shoto wasn't good with these kind of things, but he knew one thing for sure. You are beautiful and just the right size for him. He held open his arms and you fell into them, crying into his shoulder. He patted your hair as he opened the door to your dorm and led you to your bed to cuddle you.

He held you close as you snuggled into his chest, letting it all out.

After you finished with you breakdown, Shoto pushed your hair behind your ear and asked, "Did anyone make you feel this way?"

You nodded and replied slowly, "M-Mineta...He said I should try to slim up/gain some..." Todoroki went cold and asked firmly.

"Is it okay if I tell the girls? Maybe they know how to help some..." He asked and you nodded, knowing they'll get some form of revenge from Mineta.

Todoroki left for a quick minute to tell Momo, who looked disgusted at what Shoto told her and she quickly told the others. They made sure to go into his room and delete some files from his laptop..

And the next day, Shoto made sure to spar against Mineta...He ended up in the nurse's office.

Shoto walked back to you and kissed your hand gently after the match. "I think you're beautiful. I hope you realize that."

Katsuki Bakugou: (Mineta gonna die)

You always tried to stay away from Mineta just like all the others but that pervert always made sure to somehow weasel himself in. Especially during the worst times.

You had just changed into some casual clothes, just a short with some shorts. Nothing too big of a deal...Well, not to Mineta at least. You walked out and unfortunately, your room was next to him.

He exited the room the moment you did and you felt a flick on your butt and when you turned around he flicked your stomach. "Wow! It jiggles like jelly/doesn't even much an inch! Just how much are you packing?" He asked looking at your stomach closely.

You put your hands over your stomach and quickly went inside your room. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment and lump in your throat thicken...Was it that obvious?

You carried yourself over to your mirror and looked at it...You pinched your skin and thought of Bakugou's stomach. He was nicely toned and had defined muscles, yet you weren't...You grabbed your thigh and squeezed it. It needed to be slimmer/thicker.

You felt heard a knock on the door. "Open up, s/o!" It was Katsuki.

You knew he would just continue to scream so you threw back on your shirt and answered the door.

"Yes?" You asked, only peeking your head out.

"Let's get out of here- Wait what the shit happened?" He titled his head, looking at your puffy eyes.

"Nothing, I'm just sick. I wanna stay at the dorms..." You said, refusing to meet his gaze.

"Then what's fucking with your system?" His red eyes stayed firm on your wet cheeks.

"Just not feeling good, not today..." You then quicky closed the door, not wanting to talk further as you threw yourself against the bed.

You stayed inside your dorm besides having to go to the bathroom for the rest of the day.

The next day, you did the same except you stared at pictures of yourself in your hero costume. You felt tears slip down as you made sure to be quiet when your phone would buzz out in texts and phone calls plus the banging on the door.

Next day classes were back, and it was harder to distance yourself. When class was over, you asked Aizawa for a retailoring outfit change sheet. He gave you one and you walked off to next class. Bakugou looked back to see the exchange and wondered what he gave you.

When you walked back to dorms, you made sure to keep your coat buttoned despite it being warm outside. Bakugou followed you.

When you stepped into the elevator to go up, Katsuki stepped in quickly.

"So, what the hell you got from Aizawa?" Katsuki bluntly asked. "Plus, why the fuck have you been shut in your room? I was this close to busting it damn open but sensei said I'd be charged for it."

"None of your concern." You said, looking away.

"Yeah it is I'm you're fuckin boyfriend!" He said. "You still sick? It's too hot to be wearing that coat!" He tried to grab the jacket but you shoved him off. The elevator dinged and opened but before you could run off to your dorm, Bakugou scooped you up and ran to his dorm.

He placed you on his bed and said "I'm not letting you leave till you tell me what's wrong."

You looked over and felt self conscious for him being so close. Oh geez, could he see your too big/skinny body?

He saw the paper stick out your bag and yanked it. He looked over it and asked, "Thinking of changing your outfit? Why?! You look hot as hell!"

"Stop lying I'm too fat/skinny for it!" You yelled back. "Its what everyone thinks they're just too scared to say it!"

"No, no one thinks that! Who the hell put that in your mind!?" He yelled.

"Mineta!" Tears went down your face as you tried to crawl away from Bakugou. Why was he wasting his time on trash like you?

"You really listening to that tiny shit? You know he's a liar! And a huge sack of shit!" Bakugou said. He moved his hands to unbutton your jacket and you blushed.

"What are you doing?" You said as he pushed away the flaps of the coat and lifted the shirt to see your belly. "Don't look!" You tried to cover his eyes.

What shocked you was he pressed a kiss onto your skin. He kept his hands firm on your hips as he kissed your skin.

"The way I see it, you're perfect for me. If I didn't think you were, I wouldn't be with you. Easy as that." He continued as he looked up to your eyes. "You're still so soft, feels so nice against my skin...S/o, you're an actual masterpiece. That's why you're mine."

You blushed and nodded, trying to process his words. He's never this...sentimental.

He pushed down the shirt and hugged you. "I'll fucking turn that grape into juice."

You stifled a laugh and hugged him. Bakugou really did care about you...You felt your eyes droop as you huddled closer to his warmth.

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(Characters are a bit rusty after not writing for a while so they might be ooc...Hope yall enjoy it anyways though)

[vvitchering]

@chamomileteainabuttercup tagged me in a fanfic writing Q&A and despite my extended hiatus from writing, I guess I have enough to make this worth doing!

How many works do you have on AO3?

32, and I can't believe I have that many wow

What’s your total AO3 word count?

56,612 which is both impressive and depressing lmao

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Romancing of the Bard (The Witcher, Geralt/Jaskier, the only thing that surprises me about this is how many kudos it got for being so short and unfinished and not entirely that original lmao I'm also a little salty that something silly like that did SO WELL and things I actually cared a lot more about were barely noticed)

For The Joy Of It (The Witcher, Geralt/Jaskier, this was written for a prompt on twitter and I ended up liking it enough to turn into its own fic. I like the themes, I like the ideas, I did what I set out to do, this was a pretty good one of mine)

Bloodmoon (The Witcher, gen but shippy if you want it to be, this is a favorite of mine still, even though I'm not involved in the fandom anymore. I'm proud that I managed to translate my thoughts to writing in a way that felt satisfying and did the idea justice, which is something I struggle with all the time)

Tokens of Affection (The Witcher, Geralt/Jaskier, I think this was one of the first fics I wrote for the fandom and it shows, but it's a sweet little story nonetheless)

All That We See Or Seem (The Witcher, Eskel/Geralt, I'm so happy this made the list. My magnum opus. I think out of all my fics (possibly excluding Bloodmoon) this is the one I was most easily able to See in my head as I developed it. My only regret is not being at a skill level high enough to really tell this story as it was meant to be told.)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try to! I definitely always respond to indepth comments that say a little more than "good story" because I really appreciate when people take the time to tell me what they liked or what worked for them. That helps me feel like I've accomplished something and points me in the right direction for my next story!

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I don't tend to write angst, at least not of the unresolved variety, but Howl kind of.......is both of those things.....oops lol

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I don't, only because I haven't found myself in two fandoms at once that I think work well enough together to do a crossover that isn't crack. I think the closest I ever get to this is when I use elements or settings from one thing and characters from another, like HDM Daemons, or when I was obsessed with the idea of BNHA characters in a Promare setting. But no actual character crossover, no.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nothing that made enough of an impression for me to remember. I think I get the usual "ew why does this ship even exist" crap once in a blue moon but I always ignore/delete it. I just don't have time for it.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Ehhhhhhhhhh, not REALLY? I've tried a few times, posted a few half hearted attempts, but that shit is hard. It's one of my biggest struggles and I hate that I still can't even do it in a way that feels comfortable to me as a writer and doesn't read extremely awkward.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Again, not that I know of.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Once or twice, but I'm very picky about collaborations because I know myself and I know how difficult I am to work with. I'm protective of my ideas and I'm stubborn and I find it hard to try and mesh two different points of view on a subject most of the time. I do love to discuss ideas with my friends but when it comes to actually co-writing, I find it too hard 99.9% of the time. Which isn't to say that .1% where it does work isn't super fun! It is! But I think its worked successfully literally once or twice.

What’s your all time favourite ship?

This changes almost monthly at this point LMAO right now I'm really into symbrock (venom), dincobb & bobadin (the mandalorian), and lokius (Loki) still kinda intrigues me despite the show pissing me off

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

All of them. I hate having wips, I just want them to be done, how do I make them Done???

What are your writing strengths?

I've been told I'm good with descriptions, which I agree with. I do tend to see how I want things very clearly in my mind's eye so it's relatively easy for me to just describe what I'm seeing.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Literally everything else ;w; I'm very weak with action scenes, I always feel like my dialogue doesn't work/is clunky/is ooc, and I can't plan out or carry a plot to save my life. As much as it annoys me when pacing is messed up in media, I also can't pace things well. I either end up rushing through or dragging things out too much.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think it depends. Multiple sentences worth is probably too much and ultimately unnecessary. I will definitely abandon a fic if I'm forced to keep looking for translations. But I'm a huge fan of peppering in a character's native language if it's appropriate. I did this with Trek for Spock and I do it now with Star Wars for Din and Boba. I think a word or phrase here and there is a good way to encourage immersion and bring characters to life, but there has to be a balance.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Supernatural way back in the day, but none of those made it to ao3. I think there's a few still floating around here though.........

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

I have fun with every fic I sit down to write, honestly. In the moment, it feels good and fun to be working on something. It's after I'm done that I tend to get down on myself. If I HAD to pick, Bloodmoon was a lot of fun. I liked having a bigger cast of characters to write about and the action scenes in that one came so easily for once! I also enjoyed writing In Passion or in Laughter a lot because non-human POV stuff is always really interesting and fun to write. I'd like to write more Venom stuff some time.

Not gonna tag anyone because I can't keep track of who has and hasn't done these meme things so if you're a writer and you made it to the end of this and you want to, consider this me tagging you :)

[petalsheart]

Awkward Confrontations | Bakugou Katsuki soulmate au

Warnings: Maybe a few swear words? Otherwise nothing!

Word Count: 1,751

A/N: This is my first fanfic! So feel free to leave anything constructive either in my ask box or even replies! Thank you so much for reading, I really appreciate it. Also, sorry if Bakugou is a little ooc, I tried my best. Oh, and I wasn’t sure how to end this, I hope it doesn’t feel too rushed. Anyways, enjoy reading!

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You were five years old when it appeared. It was a Wednesday afternoon and you were playing in the backyard when you got a sharp pain on your right wrist. Crying, you run to your mom and ask her what’s happening. Your mom looks up from what she was doing on the porch immediately comforting you with a hug.

“M-mommy why does my arm hurt,” you say through tears.

Your mom thinks for a minute, trying to figure out how to explain a soulmate easily enough for a five-year-old to understand. 

“Well baby, the world made somebody very special to you,” she picked you up and put you in her lap, “And one day you will find them when they say the very special words on your wrist.” 

Looking at your wrist, you notice the new words on there. The pain had gone away and you were finally able to calm down. Not being able to read very well, you ask your mom.

“Mommy, what does it say?” you ask, looking up to your mom.

Your mom looked down at your wrist. She read aloud,

“Who do you think you’re talking to, extra.” Your mom held back a giggle.

“Mommy, why is my soulmate so mean!” you whine still looking at her. 

Your mom laughs a little. “I’m not sure baby, why don’t you ask them when you meet them.” You were satisfied with your answer and got off your mom’s lap to go play.

Walking through the gates of U.A high school was refreshing and overwhelming at the same time. Refreshing because you had worked so hard to get here, overwhelming because you knew you were gonna meet so many great upcoming heroes, and you were a new student halfway through the semester. Walking into class 1-A, you seat yourself in the far back next to a boy with green hair. A girl with short brown hair makes her way over to you. 

“Hello! My name is Uraraka Ochako! What’s your name?” you look at her with a little shock before you answer. “My name is (y/l/n) (y/n)! It’s nice to meet you! What is your quirk?” you ask, genuinely curious. She tells you her quirk is zero gravity and that she can make things float. She asks you the same question. You tell her what your quirk is and the green-haired boy next to you looks at you with interest and starts asking you a lot of questions. 

“Wow, your quirk is so cool! How does it work? What are it's setbacks? Does it have setbacks?” he fires at you. Ochako turns to him, “Deku, don’t ask her so many questions at once.” With a blush on his face, he introduces himself.

“H-hi, sorry! My name is Midoriya Izuku, but you can call me Deku!” 

“It’s nice to meet you Deku!” you respond with just as much enthusiasm as you did Ochako.

As you three talk, eventually more people start to join in. Happy with being accepted so fast, you think about how great of friends you all are gonna be. However, you noticed one person not interacting with the lot of you. But before you can ask, your homeroom teacher walks in. He introduces himself as Eraserhead, but to call him Mr.Aizawa. As he calls roll, you learn the anti-social boy’s name is Bakugo Katsuki.

The school day goes by fast, and before you even know it you’re on your way to your dorm. The school required that students live on campus, and you moved your stuff in a few days before. Weird enough you didn’t run into any of your classmates in that time, but you didn’t care that much. Your mind was focused on the explosive boy in your class, Bakugou. His quirk was proven to be very strong during class today. He also had an even stronger temper. He seemed to explode on poor Midoriya all of the time. 

You didn’t know why a boy so mean wouldn’t leave your mind. He was captivating to you and you weren’t sure why. You were laying on your bed lost in thought when you heard a knock on your door. You get up to answer the door. It was Momo.

“Hey, (y/l/n) dinner is ready! Thought I would come to tell you!” 

She’s so sweet you thought as you responded.

“Okay! Thank you for telling me, Yaomomo!” You smile at her as she leaves. With that, you put your slippers on and head to the dining room. You get down there and are greeted by your friends. Before you get some food, you head to the bathroom to wash up. You’re in a daze, thinking of Bakugou of course, when you run into somebody. Looking up, you notice it's Bakugou, but he just keeps walking with a tch leaving his mouth. 

“Dude! You could’ve said sorry!” He stops walking and turns to you. With a pronounced look of anger on your face, you are ready to take any mean thing he says to you.

“Who do you think you’re talking to, extra!” He all but shouts at you. Before you are able to even respond, his words register to you. 

No way he is not my soulmate, you thought as you stared. That would explain the reason I couldn’t get him out of my head, you rationalize before you hear a “tch”. 

“Are you gonna answer, dumbass, or can you not speak?” He has his eyebrows scrunched and you could easily tell he was annoyed. You were confused, why didn’t he seem excited or even freaked out. Was he not your soulmate? 

Lost in thought, you didn’t respond. Bakugou, deciding he was too tired to deal with you, walked away to eat. Truth is, you had impressed him during class earlier. He recognized how strong your quirk was. He knew the words you spoke were on his wrist. He didn’t care about all that soulmate shit, so why was his heart racing. At least she wasn’t a weakling, he thought. A part of him, a very small part, felt bad just leaving you standing there. But he was tired and you weren’t responding so what was the point.

Later that night, you were having trouble falling asleep. Why didn’t he say anything? Was there something wrong with you? Maybe he really isn’t my soulmate, you thought sadly. Deciding all this thinking was making you thirsty, you head down to the kitchen for a drink.

Katsuki never had trouble with overthinking. He knew he was strong and he knew he was capable. He was focused on becoming the Number One Hero, he didn’t wanna think about soulmates, he didn’t care! So why couldn’t he get you out of his mind? Deciding he wasn’t gonna be going to sleep right now, he goes to the kitchen for water. 

You’re looking through the fridge for a water bottle. It seems like there was only one left. You take it out of the fridge. As you turn to walk back to your room, you run into a squishy wall. Opening your eyes, you realize it was a person. And just your luck, it was the person you couldn’t get out of your head. 

Bakugou silently curses to himself. Of course, you were awake. As he looks down at you, you look back up at him. You both just stare at each other for a few seconds, before you slowly feel your face get hot. Backing away you apologize.

“I’m sorry Bakugou! I didn’t see you there, haha!” you awkwardly tuck your hair behind your ear. “Tch, maybe you should start to watch where you’re going.” You look up to see him looking away with a slight blush on his cheeks. You smile a little.

“Aww, is Bakugou worried I’ll hurt myself?” He looks at you startled. You were a bit shocked yourself. How were you able to tease him when you just met.

“Shut up, I wasn’t worried, I just don’t want your dumbass to run into me again.” He rolls his eyes. As things grow silent, you decide you wanted to confront him about the whole soulmate thing. 

“Um, Bakugou, can I ask you something.” He just nods his head. He was really calm compared to earlier, maybe it was because he was tired. 

“How do you feel about, um, well, soulmates?” You're a little nervous to be rejected. You know you didn’t know him well but you hoped that you would be able to, eventually. He’s silent for a second. You start to get even more nervous.

“Uhh, you know what? Just forget I said anything, haha!” You nervously let out, and start to walk past him back to your room. Tears threatening to spill as you feel like you just embarrassed yourself in front of your potential crush. You’re walking away when you are stopped abruptly. You look down to see a hand around your right wrist. Bakugou had stopped you.

“I don’t care about them,” he tells you. As you’re about to walk away feeling even worse, he continues. “But, you aren’t terrible.” you feel yourself start to smile.

“What does that mean?” you say, turning around. Bakugou looks embarrassed. He turns his head as he answers. “I could’ve had a worse soulmate, it could’ve been shitty Deku,” he responds. Is this his way of asking you out? You smile even wider. 

“Are you asking me out, Bakugou?” you tease lightly. He turns even redder.

“Don’t make me regret it, shitty woman,” he says with little to no edge in his voice. He lets go of your wrist. You turn around and give him a tight hug. 

“What the hell are you doing!?” He whisper screams. 

“I’m sorry, Bakugou! I just couldn’t help it.” You look up at him and he’s looking away, still red.

“So, this means you’re my boyfriend?” You ask with a bright smile. He looks at you, at the sight of your smile, he grows redder (how that’s possible, you don’t know). 

“Tch, whatever,” he says, and that answers your question. Your cheeks hurt from smiling. 

“Well, boyfriend,” you say to tease him some more, “It is getting pretty late, and we should head to bed.” he nods in agreement. “Goodnight, Bakugou,” you smile at him and turn to walk away. As he’s watching you walk away, he has a small smile on his face.

tags: @softkatsuki 

[kingdomofbretonxrpg]

Parties: Our Villain and (In order of appearance) Liana Romano, Jadon Floch, Kit Chareonsuk, Rory Pierre, Aramis Gagne, Julia Pelan, and a security team.

Date: October 12th, 2022

Location: An unknown location in Vannes.

Triggers: violence, abuse, kidnapping, threats, horrible language, neglect, gun shots, gun wounds, fighting, and probably others.

@lianaromano-ofmaine @jadonfloch @kit-chareonsuk @rory-of-nantes @aramisgagne @subjuliapelan

ooc// A conclusion.

Liana tried for the umpteenth time to swallow the lump in her throat. When she had first seen some shady happenings going on at one of the buildings she passed daily on her way to one of her job sites she instantly got a bad vibe, but tried not to think too much about it. She had seen worse in Verona. Then she realized something bad was happening with Jadon, and then others, and that building meant much more to her. She reported it to Cyrus and after some surveillance, a team was dispatched to the location for a rescue mission. She was asked to tag along to help the team get to the location but was under very strict orders to not leave the car. Anticipation and dread both filled her as she fidgeted in her seat, especially as they got closer to the building.

Jadon sat perched in the corner of his cell, no longer willing to look in the mirror at the shaggy head and thick beard that covered his sunken features. “You know what really grinds my gears about all of this?” He mused aloud to no one, indifferent if the others heard him but obviously perturbed, “I’m gonna die not knowing who the hell one this library challenge. I had a really good bet going against Eliane.” His fingernails chipped at the paint on the wall. Jadon had lost track of the number of days he’d been down there, making him cynical, “Anyone care to sprinkle some optimism on this shituation?”

Kit jumped at the sound of a voice before realizing it was Jadon’s. They’d sat in silence in the dark for some time, long enough for Kit to get lost in his thoughts and anxieties, wondering where Aramis was, if he was okay, and when the bastard who kidnapped them was going to come back down to check on them. Kit had to be ready with more shitty things to say to him. But Jadon’s statement took him out of his head. Was this guy serious? The library challenge thing? That’s what kept him up at night? Or whatever time it was. Time felt weird in this basement dungeon situation. “Pretty sure whoever won the library thing, Eliane won between the two of you just for not ending up in this basement.” Kit was not exactly the person to go to for positivity. “But we’re alive still? I think...?” 

“Ayyy, take that back. I bet her ears are burning just by you whispering those words into the universe.” Jadon groaned into the cement wall, but the corners of his mouth tweaked into a small smile. “Not a chance in hell she beat me.” Running his fingers through his shaggy locks he let out a sigh, “What day was it when you got here?” He’d kept quiet for the most part, not mentioning the grazed wound on his arm or the promise from their kidnapper. Jadon still didn’t think they were getting out of this alive, even if Kit thought otherwise. So he bit into his chapped lips every time a meal turned up hoping that the last memory he had wasn’t seeing this guy kill his companions.

“What universe? There’s only this basement.” Kit tried to remember what the date had been. It could only have been a matter of days, right? “September 30. Wednesday,” he told Jadon. He’d tried to keep track of the time by counting, but gave up on it quickly. Time was an illusion anyway. “What about you?” He knew Jadon had been here longer than him. What had Kit been doing when Jadon had been taken. How long had it been for him? How long would it be for all of them before they were either found or killed by the madman who’d taken them?

“The nineteenth.” His steely blue gaze squinted over in the direction of Kit’s voice. “Got me when I was leaving J2.” He hesitated, scared to even ask. “Does anyone even know I’m missing or did they just assume I was out getting the life that Javan kept insisting I go out and get… Rory turned up not long after me.” Jadon had tried not to think about what was happening out there, now he was cursing himself for his boyish curiosity, what good could come out of it?

As Liana pointed out the area in question, she felt the car begin to slow. Anxiety bolted through her as she wondered what they would find, if anything. If they did find something, how bad would it be? She honestly wasn’t sure if she was mentally prepared for all the possibilities so she did her best to focus on the positive. They were doing something. They were trying. They had a chance. When the car stopped she took her seatbelt off so she could crane her neck, trying to catch a glimpse of what was going to happen.

The nineteenth. Kit frowned deeply. More than ten days before his own kidnapping. “I don’t know. I hadn’t heard anything,” he admitted. He knew that Aramis would know something was wrong. He’d texted just before he had that gun shoved in his face. “I’m sure someone knows by now though. About all of us.” They had to, right? He sighed, wishing he could actually be sure. “I texted my boyfriend to let him know I was on my way home. I’d just left work. And…he knows who this guy is. Our kidnapper. He’s going to figure it out. Soon.” 

It was hard to not take the news too personally. This wasn’t, after all, about him- he’d told Cyrus as much when he’d suggested the self-defense classes. With a long sigh Jadon tried to channel his pre-kidnapping optimism. “Yeah, I’m sure you’re right. If you got a message out that you were on your way home and obviously Rory’s dog is just out there alone… I’m sure someone’s out there looking…” He trailed off, not wanting to finish his sentence that someone was looking for them, not him.

Rory had no idea how long she’d been in that cell. With the lack of windows in the basement to let in any light, day and night had become the same. She tried to keep track of the time based on how often she and her fellow cellmates were brought food; but considering she now spent most of her time sleeping and fighting off severe waves of lightheadedness, any sense of time she may have had was long gone. Between her inability to eat the food that was served without feeling sick to her stomach and the fact she’d not taken any of her much needed medications in God only knew how long, she’d gotten to the point she had some trouble registering what was going on around her. And then whenever the lights were kept off in the basement, forget about it. In the darkness, she was alone. Alone and sick and scared and confused.  

Our Villain: He was irritated. He was tired of cooking for these fucking capitives (although pasta noodles and tinned sauce was scarcely a hardship) but still. He wanted this foolish project over with. He had been waiting for days for further instructions. Although in preparation, he had already taken the time to prepare the holes in the yard for a swift vertical burial (horizontal holes could get you caught. That was the kind of shit the Watch looked for). He walked down the stairs, plastic bowls of food and three water bottles in hand. He dropped the bowls through the tray slots created for this purpose, unconcerned if it spilled everywhere. The bottles of water fell afterwards, uncaring again as they tumbled across the floor. 

Jadon looked at the food and up at their captor, “Hey, what’s in here...in this sauce?” His gaze moved from the food to Rory’s cell. He was already wondering if she’d be able to touch it without getting sick. His worry on her and not being able to help her if she had an allergic reaction. This guy clearly didn’t care.

Our Villain: “If you don’t want it. Starve.” He stated flatly. “Frankly you’ll be easier to bury if you lost some weight anyway.” He continued with a shrug as he finished ‘serving’ the meals to his captives. He would have left them down here to rot but the boss said ‘alive’ so alive they would be. For a while anyway.

Maybe it was what Kit had said about not having heard any news, but Jadon was already feeling defeated. The sense of doubt and despair kept him huddled in the corner of his cell, ignoring the slopped over meal. He’d already lost weight, didn’t expect to get out of this, and there was little fight in him to do much but pass his food along to one of the others.

Kit glared at what was trying to pass as food and then up at their kidnapper. He wasn’t surprised the guy wasn’t exactly sympathetic to any of their dietary needs. “Wow, thanks, Mom. Guess we know why you made a career out of shooting people and kidnapping instead of becoming a chef or some shit. Though, you’re not really a good shot either, are you? Remember? You missed and shot a librarian instead of a duchess? Remember that? Armand must really like how you suck his balls if he keeps you around.” He really felt he was channeling his inner Dean. He’d have to thank his friend later when they reunited. 

A slight vibration travelled across the basement floor as a tray of food crashed down upon it, a vibration that mixed with the prior vibration of heavy booted footsteps was enough to alert Rory it was dinnertime. Slowly, she opened her eyes and glanced over to the tray of pasta and a questionable sauce that was splattered on the concrete of her cell. The mere blurry sight of it made her stomach lurch; though she knew she should at least try and eat something, even if it would lead her to feel sick again. The sick feeling was better than starvation; and despite the fog in her mind, she knew the importance of trying to keep her strength up right now. But she still hesitated, her eyes lingering on the tray for a long moment as she contemplated whether or not she could get up from her ratty cot without stumbling and falling over again.

Our Villain: He had ignored the girl completely now. She had been a good choice - she didn’t say anything or make any sort of fuss. He might actually sell her in another country rather than kill her. Someone was bound to enjoy a girl who didn’t speak. Then the pretty little bitch-boy was yapping again. “Listen here you little piece of shit. I’d be fucking delighted to use your corpse for target practice …. After I fuck your …..” Then he stopped. Was that a car? What the fuck? He turned and raced up the stairs. No one should be on this road, even by accident.

Aramis nervously wrung his hands together as the security team rolled toward the building they were sure Kit was being held. Well, Kit and the other captives - they’d discovered that he wasn’t the only victim of this crime. 

His stomach was so twisted that it hurt. Aramis’s worst fear came true - Kit had gotten hurt because of his past. Even more people had gotten hurt. But now that Katarin knew the truth, the full truth, he knew he’d soon get what he deserved. Kit just had to be okay first.

When the van parked, Aramis was the first one out, though he was roughly grabbed by a member of the security team.

“Look, you’re here only because Duchess Katarin allows you to be. If you get in our way, you will be left here in the van. Do you understand?” the other man said gruffly. The urge to punch the other dominant was strong, but Aramis relented. 

“Fine. Just... how the fuck do we get in?” he asked, impatient. If their intel was correct, Kit was just inside. All Aramis could think about was the possibility that his boyfriend was hurt and it killed him inside.

“You need to wait by the van, let us do a perimeter check and see if we can get any details on the building. Stay put. If you go in headstrong, you could jeapordize the mission and put the hostages in harm’s way. Including your boyfriend.” The other man gave Aramis a stern look and bumped his shoulder as he walked away, indicating that he wasn’t up for any kind of argument.

To his credit, Aramis did do as he was told and stayed put by the van, though he swore he was pacing through the asphalt as he waited anxiously. Every minute they spent talking felt like a minute wasted. What if he’s hurt? What if he’s hurt and I can’t get to him?

“Aramis, we have a plan.” 

He all but bolted in the direction of the security lead, ready to hear exactly what the plan entailed. 

“We need you to go in first to locate the kidnapper. We’ll have two people on the roof working their way down, and we’ll also have four people behind you as backup. We don’t know exactly where the hostages are located, nor do we know how we’re contained. Your job is to lure this prick out until we can safely detain him. Got it?” The security lead finished, giving Aramis a serious look. The plan was risky for him, but there was no way he would say no. Whatever it took to get Kit back safely, he’d do.

“I can do this. Just let me know when we’re ready,” Aramis replied confidently, looking over at the building. 

“Five minutes while we get into position. I’ll let you know when to go in.”

Aramis was already heading toward the front of the building, though he did pause and wait for the signal before stepping inside. He wasted no time trying to draw out the kidnapper.

“Hey, you son of a bitch! We’ve got unfinished business,” Aramis hollered into the hall, stepping inside. “Where the fuck is Kit?” He walked further inside, his voice raising. “Where is Kit?!”

Jadon had been about to give Kit a look for his comments about the food, about to tell their kidnapper to fuck off himself when he started popping off again, but he’d lacked the energy and as soon as his mouth bobbed open the guy was running off. His steely blue eyes looked over at Kit and Rory, eyebrows knit together as if to say ‘what the hell was that’ and then he swore he heard it, someone yelling.

A lot happened at once, and Kit struggled slightly to keep up. One second he was listening to a slew of threats coming from their captor. The rape threats had escalated to necrophilic threats, so that was new. But before the threat could be completed, the man was running up the stairs, seemingly alarmed. Kit perked up, listening closely. Then there was yelling. Aramis. Both fear and relief filled him. They’d been found, but Aramis was here. Aramis was in danger now too. He got up so fast, he was nearly lightheaded as he gripped the bars of the door keeping him contained, shaking it, trying to make as much noise as he could. “Aramis!” he screamed as loud as he could. “We’re downstairs! Aramis!” He didn’t even know if Aramis could hear him. He was shaking as he gripped the bars, definitely feeling a bit weak from days of being kept literally in the dark. 

Being in the cell closest to the door Jadon panicked, “Kit, are you sure?” He ran his fingers through his hair, still tucked against the wall in the back of his cell. “What if it’s just more of his people… a boss or something?”

Kit didn’t even spare a look for Jadon. He kept shaking his door, as if it would do anything to free him so he could get to Aramis. “I know my boyfriend’s voice. It’s him. I told you he’d figure it out,” he said. He’d been right. Now they had to get out safely and they could go home. “Aramis!” he shouted again, his dry throat feeling raw. 

Jadon nodded, pulling himself up and moving to the front of his cell, joining cacophony of screaming and rattling in the basement. His eyes darted between the door and the others, still not daring to hope they all just weren’t hallucinating. Picking up the water bottle he splashed water over at Rory and signed ‘people’ and pointed to the door before going back to shouting and shaking his cell door.

As water was splashed on her from the direction of Jadon’s cell, Rory glanced up in confusion, her eyes squinting in the darkness in order to make out what it was Jadon had signed to her. ‘People’? That didn’t seem right. Why would he be signing ‘people’? Her eyes then darted to where Jadon had pointed towards the door; and she watched him begin to shake his cell’s door. And then she noticed it seemed as if Kit was doing the same, shaking his cell’s door as well. Now she was even more confused as to what was going on; but at least she had an answer to what was causing the new set of vibrations she’d started feeling.

When the shouting began, Aramis lost sight of the mission. His goal had been to draw the kidnapper out, but now he just needed to find Kit. He was fairly sure he’d pinpointed his boyfriend’s voice. There was also a good chance he was hallucinating; he’d barely slept since Kit was taken.

“KIT?!” Aramis cried out, heading in the direction of the voices. “KIT?! Baby, where are you!?” He began jogging through the building, trying to find anyway he could to get to a basement. “KIT. I’M HERE. I’M GOING TO FIND YOU.” He wasn’t sure how well his boyfriend could hear, but he was going to keep trying.

“ARAMIS!” Kit shouted as loud as he could, shaking the door to his cell. “The door in the garage! The door in the garage!!!” He knew it was Aramis, even if the voice was muffled by the distance between them, the walls and floors keeping them separated. He’d managed to mostly keep his cool, experiencing his anxiety in his own body without showing it. But now, he felt like his whole body was shaking, his throat tight with it. Everything was about to come to a head, surely, if Aramis was here, and he was terrified, but he was also so close to going home. 

Aramis stood still, panicked as he tried to make out the words shouted at him. No doubt it was Kit. He was so close. 

Garage. He could easily make out the word garage. Aramis began running through the place as fast as his feet could carry him, hanging onto that word. Garage. Garage. Garage.

When he finally found it, he spent no time checking any surroundings. His eyes zeroed in on a door beside the entry - no doubt the way down to the basement. 

Aramis checked the door, but it was, of course, locked. However, the whole thing was only a flimsy piece of plywood. He could break through. Determined, Aramis heaved his shoulder against the door, already hearing the material creak under his effort. Deciding a kick might work better, he stood back, putting everything he had into it. 

The door splintered. Growling, Aramis kicked it again. And again. And again. And finally, it busted open.

Whatever the plan was with the security team, it was now long forgotten. It didn’t cross his mind that Armand’s man could be down there, or there could be any series of traps waiting for him; all he knew was that he had to get to Kit. Quickly, he made his way down the stairs, suddenly terrified of what he might find. 

When he finally got sight of his boyfriend, his knees nearly buckled; Kit was alive. Probably not well, but alive. 

“Fuck, are you okay? I mean, I know you’re not okay - but did that motherfucker hurt you? Are you hurt?” Aramis asked, panicked as he made a beeline straight to the cage. He reached through to grasp Kit’s hand, as if the other man might not be real. 

The joint fear and relief hit Kit again when his bleary eyes caught sight of Aramis, elated, even as his heart dropped at the thought of Aramis being in danger with them. Kit was sure he looked like a mess when Aramis saw him. Bags under his eyes, hands shaking as they gripped Aramis’s, and tears just looming in his lashes because even in this state, he refused to let himself become a sniveling mess in front of the others, in front of their captor, should he reappear. “I’m fine,” he said, trying to control his now hoarse, shaky voice. “You have to be careful. He’s still in the house I think.” He didn’t want Aramis to get hurt. “I don’t know where he keeps the keys. Are there others here with you? You’re not alone, right?” His eyes pleaded, hoping Aramis hadn’t done something as stupid as coming here alone.

Aramis moved close to the bars, wishing he could rip them apart so he could hold his submissive in his arms. He took Kit’s hands and brought them to his mouth, gently kissing his knuckles; it was the best he could do for now.

“No, baby, I’m not alone,” Aramis promised, refusing to let go of the sub’s hands. “There’s a security team here sponsored by the houses. As soon as you didn’t come home, I knew something was wrong. I told Kat everything that night and she started working on a plan. I would’ve been here sooner, but we had to figure out where you were...”

He swallowed hard, tearing his eyes away from Kit’s long enough to survey the room. There were two others down there as well; Rory and Jadon. Aramis felt his stomach clench; more innocent people hurt because of him.

“Alright. I’m going to go back to the garage, see if there’s anything I can find to get this lock open. I’ll be just upstairs, baby, and I’ll be right back, okay? I’m not leaving you here.” He squeezed Kit’s hands, reluctant to let go.

As Aramis walked by Jadon called out and asked, “Who? Who else came?” He wondered if it was security or maybe his brother looking for him, finding a sliver of hope for the first time in days.

Aramis looked over at the other dominant and shook his head slightly. “I - I don’t know, really. All people I haven’t met before. I think one guy’s name is Mark? Marcus? Marco? Look - point is there’s other people here and they’re supposed to be right behind me...” Though he was beginning to wonder what exactly was taking so long.

Jadon just nodded in return, trying not to be defeated. “What can we do while we wait?”

Our Villain: He had made it to the grounds and he was tempted to bolt for it but damned if he would let these fuckers off. That pretty little bitch in the basement needed two between the eyes so fucking badly that he could taste it. He circled around and saw a lone woman sitting in the vehicle. He narrowed his eyes and considered his options for a moment. Patting his pocket he realized the fucking keys were sitting on the kitchen counter. Fuck! What the hell did he do? All right, that settled it. He’d grab the little bitch in the car as a hostage and get out of here.

Liana had picked her fingers raw while she waited, trying her best to be patient. Each second felt like a lifetime when she thought about Jadon and the others, whoever they were, in that building. She rolled the window of the car down a bit in an attempt to get herself some air and to maybe hear if any progress was being made. She hoped she heard something good, soon, rather than something terrible she couldn’t let herself imagine.

Julia felt like her heart was in her throat from the moment she'd been asked to go along with the others. She'd known something was wrong for weeks- Jadon had stood her up, not returned her calls or texts, Rory hadn't been seen.... She felt guilty for coming to worse conclusions til now, but now that she knew they could be in very real danger, she was pushing her own thoughts and emotions aside, just wanting to help. But now this, just laying down in a car...it wasn't helping. She looked over to the other woman in the car with her and let out a breath, shaking her head as she sat up. "I can't just sit here anymore." she announced as she moved, grabbing the handle and climbing out of the car, none the wiser to anyone nearby watching them.  

Our Villain: Shit shit shit … there were two of them. Two dumb bitches just sitting around. Getting their dumb cunts wet he bet while the men went off and tried to play hero. Grabbing one of them would be stupid now since he couldn’t safely control two of them while he drove. Circling to the side, he tried to get out of eye-shot. He knew these grounds well. It had been a safehouse of his for years. These fuckers being here meant they would also inconveniently find the graveyard and the predug holes in the copse of trees behind the house. Dumb shits. He debated re-entering the house but those bastards that Aramis had brought with him looked like they knew what they were about. Pulling a knife from his boot, he dug it into one tire and then the other. He just needed the dumb broads to get back out and head toward the house. A couple of well-placed shots and one of them would be injured enough to scream for help and he could get in the remaining operational vehicle and get the fuck out of here. He was not going down for this - no way, no how. He did not deserve this betrayal. Fuckers…. His bosses needed to hear about Aramis turning on them. 

Liana was doing her best to stay in the car per Cyrus’ orders, but when she felt the car jolt she knew something was wrong. Her adrenaline was at an all time high when she climbed from the vehicle, looking around and wondering if she could throw some lucky punches if anyone was near. If only she had her gardening tools… That was a silly thought, but she’d been much more comfortable with a pair of gardening scissors in her hand than nothing at all. She stayed close to the car, peeking around the back in an effort to figure out what was happening. When she saw the slashed tires she felt the hair on the back of her neck raise on end. “Julia- Run!” She wasn’t sure where they could run to, but she had to at least try to warn her. If they both ran maybe they could distract the bad guy long enough that he wouldn’t get either of them.

Aramis squeezed Kit’s hand for a final time before pulling himself away from the cage. “I’ll be right back, baby, I promise,” he assured the sub as he took steps back, forcing himself from the submissive. It was not easy for him to do, but he had to find something to get them out of the damn cages.

While reminding himself to work on cardio and not just strength training, Aramis flew back up the stairs and back out into the garage. He searched the area quickly, trying to find tools or even something to pick the lock with. Frustrated by finding nothing, he moved on back into the house, searching each room he came across for something to help.

Part of him was cognizant of the fact that Armand’s man was lurking somewhere around here and would no doubt kill him given the chance. But Aramis pushed that away for now; he had to focus on getting Kit out of that cage. 

He was beginning to feel hopeless until he got to the kitchen. And there, sitting on the counter, was a ring of keys. “No fucking way it’s that easy...” Aramis muttered to himself, carefully looking around the room as if someone might pop out and shoot at the last second. Steeling himself, the dominant rushed forward and quickly grabbed the keys before heading straight back down to the basement. 

Triumphantly, he held up the ring of keys to the three prisoners. “Now the fun part is figuring out which fucking key. Any of these look familiar?” Aramis asked, passing the keys through the bars.

Jadon spoke up immediately. He’d been in there long enough to know which key it was. He may have been uselessly silent in that cell but he’d been observant. Moving to the bars he looked at the keys on the ring, for once glad that his eyes had adjusted well to the dark after years of nothing but night shifts. “Third one, real tarnished copper.”

“Be careful.” Kit felt his anxiety peak when Aramis had to step away from him, but he knew it was necessary. He listened closely, as if waiting to hear something terrible happen, sure that there would be some kind of run-in with their captor. Instead, thankfully, Aramis returned safely with a ring of keys, some relief filled Kit again. He reached through the bars for Aramis, not for the ring of keys. He opened his mouth to remark on the keys, but then Jadon spoke up with such certainty that Kit didn’t think he, himself, would be able to possess. There were many details he remembered from the day he was kidnapped. What the key that locked him in looked like was not one of them. 

The second that Jadon’s cell was open he followed Aramis to Rory’s door. “Hey kiddo, let’s get home.” He clapped a hand to Aramis’ shoulder in thanks as he went into Rory’s cell and signed ‘home’, offering an arm to help her up. Despite his weight loss and the homeless filth of him, he’d always been in top shape, a daily runner, and with his adrenaline pumping his only focus was on Rory. Jadon was sure Aramis could help Kit.

Rory hadn’t opted to get up from her cot the entire time she watched the exchange between Aramis and Kit and Jadon. She was afraid of what might happen if she tried to stand. But as she watched the door to her cell open and Jadon walk inside signing the word ‘home’, she knew it was time to get up. Like Jadon said, it was time to go home. A small smile began to spread upon her pale face for the first time in days? weeks? She really had no idea how long it had been. Slowly, she moved to a seated position, shutting her eyes momentarily as a wave of dizziness came over her. And once she opened her eyes again, they fell to the strong arm Jadon was offering out to her. She didn’t hesitate to reach out and take it, slowly making her way to her feet, wobbling as she found her balance. Home. She signed, glancing up at Jadon as her tired smile widened further, before leaning into his side for additional support. 

Jadon did his best to support Rory’s small frame, tucking her to his side as they made their way to the stairs out of the basement. It was a slow and tired slog and as they made their way to the top he felt Rory needing more and more support, “C’mon, almost there.” His blue gaze fell to her face, full of concern as the sunlight stun his eyes. “Almost out, c’mon. You got this, kiddo.” With no idea where their kidnapper was or where these other people that Aramis had mentioned were, he took a risk. Adjusting Rory’s weight at his side as he squinted into the blinding sunlight. Throat dry from shouting in the cell, he called out for help, wondering if he should keep pressing on with Rory or if he should help her sit down against the wall of the building.

Rory continued to lean against Jadon as he began to lead her up the basement stairs and towards their hopeful freedom. She felt as if she was going to trip up the stairs with each step; but the feeling of a strong arm wrapping tighter around her frame helped to keep her as upright as possible. Her eyes trailed up to Jadon’s face; and she could’ve sworn she saw his lips moving. But she had no idea what he was saying. She couldn’t focus enough to lipread right now. All her focus was on not tripping up the stairs. And somehow, she managed to make it to the top. They somehow managed to make it outside, into the blinding light of day. She quickly shut her eyes and let out a soft groan of discomfort. 

The second his cell door was opened, Kit wasted no time wrapping his arms around Aramis, hugging him tightly, doing his best to hold back tears. “I knew you would come. So stupid. Why did you come? You could get hurt...” He was so mad and so relieved at the same time. Taking one more second of comfort in Aramis’s arms, he pulled back. “We should make sure the other two are okay. They’ve been here longer than me, and Rory didn’t look so good.” Taking Aramis’s hand, he started after his dungeon companions, climbing up the stairs carefully. When they made it outside, the light blinded him, and he had to shield his eyes from the sun with his free hand, still holding tightly onto Aramis. 

Aramis held onto Kit tight, almost afraid if he loosened his grip that the submissive would somehow slip away from him. He closed his eyes and buried his face in the other man’s neck, taking comfort in his boyfriend’s warmth. He was back in his arms, he was alive, and though he looked worn, he was okay.

“I had to know you were okay,” Aramis admitted, pulling back slightly just so he could look at Kit’s face. He rested his forehead against the sub’s, sighing softly. “I didn’t trust anyone else to come get you.” It wasn’t like he had any special skills that the security team didn’t have; he was strong, but wasn’t the best fighter and had no medical knowledge. And yet. He still wouldn’t trust anyone else to get his boyfriend back.

Aramis fought the urge to pull Kit back into his arms when the sub moved away, but he knew they had to get out of there. The other prisoners needed help and somewhere in the house, the asshole was still wandering around. Reluctantly, he grasped his boyfriend’s hand and headed out from the dungeon with him, pulling him a little closer once they reached the top.

When Liana heard the call for help she immediately knew it was Jadon’s voice. There was no mistaking it. Her concern about the other woman and what was happening with the cars was pushed aside and she ran towards his voice. “Jadon? Jadon!” She ran until she saw him, somehow feeling both relieved and devastated all at once. He was alive and okay enough to walk, but he also looked horrible. Never in her life had she wanted to murder someone like she wanted to murder the person that had hurt him. She wasn’t to his side yet but she was close enough to call out “We’re here! Oh my god, you’re okay.” She wanted to sob and scream and cling to him, but knew that they weren’t out of the woods yet. That was what made her keep running in his direction.

It wasn’t until Jadon had heard a voice that he realized his heart was racing, ringing in his ears really. His eyes searched for the sound and saw nothing but stars in the bright light until she was closer, but still too far and he was too tired and weak holding Rory to close the gap. “Liana?” His head was fuzzy, confused as to what she would be doing there with Aramis. Then, behind her he caught sight of a too-familiar dark frame and he could have sworn his heart stopped, breath catching in his throat.

Our Villain: There we go. Okay … he needed to get fucking practical. Right fucking now. So what to do .. what to do.  He needed his keys and some essentials from inside the house. Which meant he needed a distraction. He rose to his feet and reached for the closest brunette and hauled her back against him as he raised his gun and pointed at the pretty beefcake. “Guess I should make up for that wild shot earlier … huh?” He intoned with a snarl. He needed it to be slow because he needed them to think there was hope to save the dumb fucker. So as tempting as it was to hit him straight through that fucking pretty face, he put one shot in his abdomen and the other in his calf. Shoving the pretty blonde in his hands forward, causing her body to bounce off the vehicle in front of him, he ran for the side entrance to the house. 

Liana was so close to Jadon she thought she could almost reach out and grab him, but then the ground shifted beneath her feet. Before she knew what was happening she was pulled against someone and she let out a yelp, trying to claw her way out of his grasp once she realized this wasn’t someone she knew. She struggled as hard as she could, determined to break free and to lash out at this horrid person. Then two shots rang out, stunning her for a moment before she screamed. Her voice didn’t sound natural to her ears, almost as if it wasn’t really her screaming. She was still in shock when she was shoved against the car, hitting her head hard enough that she felt it bounce off of the panelling. She laid on the ground for a long moment before she was able to manage to pull herself up and start stumbling towards Jadon. “No! No, oh god, no.”

The confusion about Liana’s presence, the sight of his captor behind her, the panic of her getting hurt before he could say a single thing about what he’d thought a million times over in that cell… it all melted away with two ringing sounds and the hot pain searing through his body. In an attempt to keep Rory safe the second he’d seen the bastard, Jadon had put himself in front of her, but the action had made them both unsteady. The pain, at first, seemed like he’d moved too fast and hurt his old tired frame. The falling, at first, seemed like Rory collapsing and taking him down with her. At first. Then he heard Liana screaming, his gaze moving down in confusion to see the blood pooling steadily warm down his dingy clothes. Jadon pressed his palm to the first wound, unaware of the one to his leg as he pushed his other hand toward Rory. “Go. Go, run. Don’t look. Run, please.” His vision blurred, this time with the sting of tears. As he laid on the ground his head rolled back over toward Liana, head thumping, everything somehow unbearably loud and yet muffled. It seemed like too much of an effort to speak, to try and see if Rory had run, if Liana was okay. The truth was he couldn’t bear the thought that the second bang had been for her, couldn’t open his eyes and see her dead. All of this time, repetitiously playing every turn from the ride to this place in his head like he could escape and get home, every little mental speech, hours of time had gone by and he’d realized he was holding out more hope than he’d realized. Now it all felt like too much for Jadon, his hand slipped from the wound, his blood soaked clothes no damper for it and he felt the last ounce of will go with it.

Rory felt a shift in how Jadon was supporting her; and she hesitantly opened her eyes. Her first thought was that their captor had learned of their escape and caught up with them; and her first thought unfortunately happened to be correct. The next thing she knew, it seemed as if Jadon lost his grip on her; and she stumbled forward, catching herself just enough not to face-plant. Once she caught her balance, her attention shifted towards Jadon; and her eyes went wide as she registered the words on his lips and the reason he’d lost his grip. He was bleeding. He’d been shot. She brought a shaky hand to her mouth as she stumbled backwards in shock, this time unable to catch herself as she bumped into the wall behind her, ultimately sinking down against it, her gaze never once leaving the sight of Jadon’s bloody body. Her chest ached; and her heart felt as if it was beating a mile a minute. The ground and wall felt as if they were swaying beneath her as black spots began to dance across her already blurred vision. But how she felt was the last thing on her mind. All she could think about right now was that she couldn’t lose Jadon. The two of them had been through so much together during their time in that basement; and he’d become quite important to her. He couldn’t die. She needed him to be okay. One of them had to be okay. 

The sound of two gunshots came just as Kit’s eyes adjusted to the light outside. Sight bleary, he saw Jadon go down, Rory with him as he’d been supporting her, and their captor running. And he was pissed. He remembered screaming at trees with Elle, and right now he would scream at them that he’d been afraid for too long because of this man, because of Armand. Before he could think, he’d let go of Aramis’s hand, sprinting as fast as he could towards the man. He’d always been one of the faster members of his soccer team, and with his body full of adrenaline, he intercepted this villain of theirs, throwing himself at the man and tackling him to the ground. Kit scrambled to get the gun away from the man, not so he could shoot him, but so that he could safely wail on him without getting his brains blown out. “What the fuck is wrong with you, shooting innocent people? Haven’t...” Punch to the left jaw. “...you...” Whack. “...done...” Bam. “...enough to us?” 

Our Villain: He liked to think he was prepared but honestly the pretty little subby boy coming at him full body was unexpected. He hit the gravel of the driveway so hard it briefly knocked the air from his lungs and left him momentarily stunned. He spun in the younger man’s grip and nailed him in the abdomen with one fist, as hard as he could before aiming a little lower with the second blow. His head felt like it was reeling but fight adrenaline was now coursing. He was a dirty fighter, always had been, and wasn’t holding back. Still, Kit’s fists were catching him hard. 

At the sound of gunshots firing, Aramis ducked and tried to yank Kit down with him. But his boyfriend had other plans. In a flash, the sub was sprinting away, heading straight toward the son of bitch who’d caused so much turmoil.

“KIT!” Aramis screamed, taking off behind his boyfriend. Kit often complained about him taking too many risks with his own life and now look - the sub was running headfirst into a killer. 

He was slower than Kit and by the time he’d gotten to his boyfriend’s side, the two had already been exchanging blows. He put his hands under the sub’s arms and drug him off the son of a bitch on the ground, then moved between them. “We’ve got to talk about your decision making,” Aramis replied, exasperated. The talk would have to wait until later.

Aramis leaned down to the asshole laid out on the ground and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. “You never should’ve touched him you fucking prick,” he growled. “What did you think I was going to do? Let you and Armand take him?”

Kit grunted when he felt the blows to his abdomen, and was about to go for another hit when he felt someone yanking him up by the arms, causing him initially to fight this person too until he realized who it was. Aramis. “My decision making?! He shot Jadon! He shot Adelaide!” As if that explained his actions. He kicked at the man on the ground before Aramis placed himself between them. Kit reached out for Aramis’s arm, trying to pull him back too. Aramis, frankly, was a fair bit stronger than Kit, so not as easy to move. “I told you,” he said to his captor. “I told you I was going to be your mistake. And you laughed.” Kit stayed close to Aramis, hand still on his arm. They could surely distract this guy until the security team could take him away, right?

Liana’s head pounded, but that pain seemed dull compared to what she found when she reached Jadon. She grabbed for him, desperately wishing she could have stopped what happened. What if she had fought harder? What if she had fought less? Could she have stopped it somehow? “No- No Jadon. You don’t get to die. Don’t- I need you here. Please.” Tears streamed down her face and she reached for the wound on his abdomen, trying to stop the blood. Then she remembered that Julia was there in part because of her skills in the medical field. “Help! Please help!” She screamed the words, hoping that some higher power might hear and take pity on them.

Julie didn't really know what would happen, but she absolutely didn't expect this --Liana being yanked away just feet in front of her, and then seeing Jadon shot twice and her screams mixed in the air with those of others. Everything kind of blurred after that. She ran without thinking much of it, falling to the ground so hard and fast beside him that she scraped the skin of her bare knees- but the sting of broken skin was nothing compared to everything else. Liana screaming at her as well kind of blurred into the background as she looked at the blood pooling out of the man with whom she'd grown close to and she swallowed hard, hands shaking as she moved her fingers to immediately press down against his abdomen. "J-Jadon, come on Don't. You...--fight." she practically whimpered, hating how his blood oozed out between her fingers and she swallowed hard, trying to focus. "Focus okay? Please?" She asked before she looked to Liana, "His leg. Help me take his shirt off or...or something. We need to rip half for his stomach, half for his leg. Now!" 

Liana knew they had to stop the bleeding somehow, so when Julia started giving her instructions she didn’t hesitate. She pulled her overshirt off since she had a tank top on underneath and ripped it in half as best as she could manage before handing over one half to Julia and using the other half to tie around his leg. She placed it above the gunshot and tied, wincing at how hard she knotted it. “Like that?”

Julia was pretty sure she wasn’t going to get the sight of Jadon’s blood staining her hands out of her mind anytime soon, but she tried her best not to think about it and she glanced back, seeing just how tight the material was nodded. “Y-Yeah. Yeah. Good. Perfect. I left my bag in the car….it has some emergency stuff. It..” she swallowed, taking the material offered to hold it tightly down against his abdomen, “It can help til we get him to a hospital.” With one hand pressing hard to his side, she used the other to reach up, gently jostling his face, keep him awake, “Hey. Jadon, open your eyes, look at me. Come on. Please.”

Everything after she stumbled back and slid down the wall was a complete blur for Rory. She struggled to register anything that was happening around her. The pain in her chest begun to intensify, almost to the point she felt like it was getting harder to breathe thanks to how her heart was racing. And the black spots dancing across her vision were growing bigger and bigger as she fought, and ultimately failed, to stay awake. She thought she felt someone trip over her outstretched legs; but as she was teetering on the edge of unconsciousness at that point, she had no idea if she’d simply imagined it.  

Our Villain: He was still trying to throw punches, lost in a heat of rage when the subject to them (who was giving back as well) was pulled off. Dragging in deep breaths, he managed to stumble to his feet. That’s it. He needed to get the fuck out of here. No more pussy-footing around. He stumbled past the group and broke into a run. Blood dripped into his eyes but he knew the property well. He knew where he was going. At least he thought he did. Then he was on the ground again. Glancing back, he noted little miss complaint on the ground. Had the little bitch tripped him? Fucking hell. He had no further thoughts about her though as he was suddenly staring down the barrel of a gun. His gaze flicked up and straight into the eyes of a professional. Fuck. Mercenaries. Like recognized like and he slumped to the ground again. Fuck.

When Liana heard Julia’s words she nodded and looked around, yelling when she saw a member of the security team running towards them. She told him where to find the bag full of the supplies and then turned back to Jadon. She was so close to having him back and the thought that he could still be taken from her infuriated her. Even if he changed his mind about her after all he went through, she needed him to be around and alive. She would rather see him well and move on from her than the alternative. In her mind she bargained with whatever gods might be listening, begging them to let him live. She would do anything if they would just let him live. “Please… Please Jadon? I can’t lose you. Not like this. Please.” She could stop herself from leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his lips. It was a quick, maybe selfish, move but she needed him to know she was there for him.

Following the sound of gunshots, the security team quickly made their way to the sound. 

Marco took the lead, arriving to the scene just in time to shove the barrel of his gun into the kidnapper’s face, forcing him to stay down on the ground. The traitor and Kit were just behind him, clinging to each other as if one of them would be stolen away again.

Two other members of his team began to assist Jadon who lay injured on the ground, practically having to peel the submissive Liana away from him to get him help. His team saw that Rory was cared for as well and taken immediately to a hospital right behind Jadon. Julia flitted between patients, trying to stem Jadon’s bleeding while also tending to the weak and woozy submissive. Christ, this fucker had done a number to these people.

“Alright, you son of a bitch,” Marco started, nodding for another member of his team to cuff the kidnapper. His gun stayed trained on the man on the ground; no way this asshole would be getting away after all of the trouble he’d caused. “How about I lock you up in my dungeon, find out a little more about you, yeah?” 

Once the kidnapper was cuffed and hauled to his feet, Marco put his gun away and began leading him away to one of the vans. There were some questions Kat and the other heads of houses would have for him, and after that, Marco already knew he had carte blanche over this shithead’s fate. He’d definitely be getting a taste of his own medicine.