#And eventually.. conned the wrong people and got himself killed

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The very sweet and beautiful Bumblebee! From my transformers au. (God it needs a name.)

He was the first to arrive on earth! Young and way smarter than he looks. Shy and awkward when first meeting someone but when he comes out of his shell he’s quick with his words and his mind. He’s a curious bot and sometimes that’ll get him into trouble, but he can’t help himself to investigate, it’s the scout in him.

Despite his predecessors of the bumblebees with large kill counts, he has decided he’s not going to kill. Beat the stuffing out of, sure. But never kill. He’s seen the bad on both sides.

Backstory time.

Bumblebee was a standard autobot clone and there were hundreds like him. (Well, kind of.)

These autobot drone foot soldiers were put on a ship heading to earths moon to make a base. On their long journey, the soldiers eventually started being more laxed with each other and the standard military ship turned into a colony of sorts. Professionalism was thrown to the side and well… Bumblebee was forged of the ship. But he wasn’t know as bumblebee yet. He was b127. All the soldiers go by numbers since they were taught their line of bots weren’t worth names.

B127 didn’t have a strong connection with cybertron and really didn’t care for the war. He hadn’t seen either. The higher ups that were on the ship; Riptide, Fortress Maximus and the great Sentinel Prime would commonly mistreat the soldiers. ( Riptide wasn’t so bad but still a bully, in an older brother kind of way.) B127 couldn’t keep his mouth shut. And he’d usually be heavily reprimanded. He couldn’t stand seeing his clan take the continued mistreatment and even worse them dishing out the punishments on the higher ups behalf.

Finally they made it to the moon but there were already decepticons there. The two went into battle, the autobots fought hard but it hard been years since they’ve been in a real fight. B127 wanted to fight to protect his family but was instead put on a escaped pod to earth by the order of Sentinel Prime.

The pod reached earth and put bee in a hyper sleep. Bumblebee never found out how the fight would go, waking up years later. He assumed that they both canceled each other out since he didn’t see any autobots or decepticons. He was wrong.

He would meet a girl who got caught up with some cons. Bumblebee saved her but he got damaged. She In return fixed him up. Bumblebee didn’t talk to her cause he was nervous, but she started just calling him bumblebee and the same stuck. Bumblebee fell in love with planet and it’s people. Swearing to protect it. For the girls own safety he left.

Eventually getting an autobot signal. More pods showed up. Optimus Prime, Chromia, Wheeljack, Ratchet, Ironhide, Jazz and Scavenger.

Bumblebee already had like a suto base set up (really it was his secret hide out. And he just liked a lot of space.) Bumblebee soon realized that these bots were very different from the higher ups he met before. They treated each other more like family. Bumblebee just assumed they treated him with respect because they didn’t know he was a drone foot soldier. He saw no need to tell them.

Voice claim: Steven Yeun

I could have said more about the backstory but that would have been spoily spoilers soooooo…..

[c0la-queen]

You | Tord x Reader

Here we go! I'm sorry if this isn't my normal quality, I wrote it while fighting off a headache... but also, I wanted to be a little silly! Because these are silly guys! I hope you enjoy the slight cliffhanger I left it on, hehe! Mwah, mwah!

Warnings: Tord is a bit of a weirdo, stalking behavior, obsession, Tord is 100% making assumptions about you and your personality, love this little freak <3

Words: 1.5k

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Being a quiet person is not always an easy thing.

Some people would think it was. You never have to worry about saying the wrong thing. There were less chances of you offending anyone from your words.

Or, some people think the opposite. "I could never handle being so quiet" they say. It must be a headache to be around so much noise.

And… they were right, in Tord's opinion. It was nice to not have to get stuck in awkward conversations. He had the added bonus of being intimidating, so people eventually got the hint and stopped trying to talk to him. However, he also had to keep enough Advil on hand to tranquilize a small horse, considering he decided to live with the three loudest motherfuckers on the planet. Pros and cons, and such.

There were times when it proved to be nice, though.

Like right now.

The odd occasions where he had the day to himself. Tom and Matt were at work, Edd was visiting his parents, so that left Tord to his lonesome. What a great day.

As much as he would have liked to spend the whole day in the house, he couldn't. He needed to go grocery shopping - the fridge looked abysmal. At least it was warm and sunny outside. Still, he dragged his feet. He really didn't want to go to the store.

Ugh.

He was the son of the Red Leader. He had seen much worse shit. He had killed men in cold blood without batting an eye. He was not going to be bested by the looming possibility of social interaction.

…maybe he needed therapy?

…

Nah.

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If Tord ever managed to invent a time machine, the first thing he was going to do was find the person who developed wireless earbuds and give them a kiss.

Being an intimidating looking person was a great way to ward off unwanted conversations. But there were always people who had no sense of self preservation and chose to try and talk to him anyway. Wearing earbuds while he was out helped with that. Nobody was stupid enough to try and deliberately get him to take his earbuds off. (Except Edd and Matt, but they know that they'll get away with it.)

The basket handle on his arm was starting to dig into his arm as he stood in front of the pasta aisle, watching his pet idiots (roommates) argue on the group chat over what type of noodles to get. Edd wanted Ziti, Tom wanted Angel Hair, and Matt wanted Bowtie… for some reason.

Tord was busy calculating the risk vs. reward of banging his head against the shelf until he bled out of his ears when it happened.

You happened.

Through his music, he heard the sound of laughing and giggling. He glanced to the side, expecting a gaggle of obnoxious, immature 20-something year olds with the sole purpose of ruining everyone else's relaxing shopping experience. And that's mostly what it was. But, standing in the middle of them was you.

Hello, you.

You were laughing, just like the others. But not the fake laughter of conformity - no, it was real, genuine laughter. Tord didn't think he had heard anything so beautiful. He even paused his music just so he could hear it in its pure form.

The more he looked, the more he saw of you. You were like the sun, so golden and bright compared to these others you were standing with. He could tell you weren't like them, he could tell you weren't using some made up personality to try and fit in.

What the hell were you doing with people like that?

Then, you were moving. Your little group had apparently decided the joke wasn't funny anymore, so you were moving on. Disappearing into the next aisle. Disappearing from his life.

Tord threw a couple boxes of noodles into the basket without even looking at it, shoving his phone back in his hoodie pocket and moving on to the next aisle. He pretended to deliberate over what brand of laundry detergent to get as he subtly watched your group at the other end of the aisle. He was able to get a better look at you.

You were wearing a brightly colored cardigan, wool by the looks of it, that perfectly matched the colors of your earrings and purse. You liked to coordinate your outfits. You had on a little skirt that teased just enough of your thighs to draw attention without being slutty, but you also had black tights on. You liked to look attractive while still feeling like you were being modest. Your earrings and the clip in your hair looked like they had been bought from the girls' department store in the mall right across from Matt's store, that was always playing mind numbing pop songs and had unicorns everywhere. You liked cutesy, almost juvenile things.

Tord wanted to know more. He wanted to know everything about you.

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A peaceful day all to his lonesome where he would force himself to get groceries before wasting the day away on the couch quickly shifted - now, he was spending the rest of the afternoon with you.

Well, almost.

You and your friends were walking around town, enjoying the warmth and dipping into any stores that caught your attention. Tord was also walking around town, a good distance behind your group, enjoying your warmth and drinking in every detail he could get.

And he had learned plenty.

He had no idea why you were friends with these people. From what he could tell, you were stifled in this group. They would talk over you, ignore things that you pointed out, refuse to go to stores that you wanted to go to, tease and taunt you, and walk ahead of you. Despite it all, you always kept a smile. You kept shining, kept illuminating the area around you.

They don't deserve your light.

Oh, but you knew that, didn't you? You knew, but you were so sweet and gracious that you gave it to them anyway. Maybe if you shone bright enough, warmed their skin enough, they would finally give you attention.

Tord would give you that attention. He already was, and you weren't even giving him your sunlight.

And he never would ask you to.

No, your sunlight was going to be a gift that he had to earn. It would be a blessing that he was going to work hard to have bestowed upon him.

He would never exploit you.

Like they did.

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Tord slipped into the coffee shop, running a hand through his hair. The warm weather was causing a light amount of sweat to gather on his skin.

He pretended to look across the overfilled menu, taking in the names of all the absurd drinks available. He already knew what he was going to get.

"Hi, welcome in! What can I get started for you today, sir?"

The barista was smiling at him too much. Her eyes drifted down his chest, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. Her pupils her dilated. She was checking him out.

Not that he cared. On an objective standard, she was pretty. But she didn't shine. She wasn't sunlight. She didn't brighten up the entire room just with her smile. She didn't make the birds sing by just looking in his direction.

She wasn't you.

"Iced Americano."

"Will that be all for you? We have a whole menu of signature flavors. I'd recommend-"

"Just an Americano."

The barista blinked in surprise when he cut her off. Typical. A pretty person with a shallow mind that couldn't comprehend the idea of a person not being interested in them. She huffed softly before ringing him up and telling him his total.

He paid, then turned to go sit and wait for his order to be made. He didn't get very far, though, before he almost ran into someone.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I totally wasn't looking where I was going!"

It was you.

You were talking to him.

You were looking at him.

You were so warm.

"It's fine."

As Tord fled like a fucking coward, you gave him a sweet smile. You smiled at him. And he just walked away. Asgardians above, his father would have been so disappointed in him.

His phone buzzed in his pocket as he sat at a window table, watching your friends snicker at the coffee shop mascot.

"Mate, you've been out shopping for like 4 hours. Where are you?"

Edd's voice drifted out from his phone speaker as Tord pressed the screen to his cheek.

"Something came up."

"Did you get the bowtie noodles? Did you? Tord?"

There was a muffled 'Matt, get off me' and some shuffling fabric before Edd's voice returned.

"The fuck do you mean something came up?"

Tord glared at the boy you were talking to, watching you give him an adorable pout. Oh, the things Tord would do to you.

"I found the perfect girl for us."

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Alright, so, the Romanovs

AKA none of those children deserved to die. Were it not part of my canon I wouldn't include Anastasia because the victims were real people, but I did kind of use Rasputin so I guess I should. Just know that these are fictional versions of real people, real children, who were brutally and senselessly murdered for the sins of their parents and that I'm not writing about the actual Romanovs. I'm writing about the Disney characters who have the names of the Romanovs and fixing what Disney broke to try and do the real story justice. The point of stories about the family Romanov is to honour their memories, tell cautionary tales about the brutality of war and the innocents who suffer for it, and to not let their deaths be lost to history when they deserve for public memory to contain records of their actual story, not a simplified, factually incorrect love drama about a girl who never even reach eighteen.

Rant over.

In this version of Anastasia, everything is historically accurate up to the murder. Four beautiful girls born to the Tsar and Tsarina of Russia, much to the upset of the public, who wanted the Tsar to have a male heir to properly ascend to the throne. When a male heir was finally born, it was discovered that the boy had a poorly-understood blood clotting disorder, Haemophilia B, and would be disabled and require lifelong medical attention. Alexei's haemophilia even had the potential to end his life. As this blood clotting disorder was so severely understudied at the time, most of the doctors the Romanovs called to try and cure him of his condition could do nothing to help him, not alleviate his symptoms and certainly not cure his condition.

Until Rasputin.

Rasputin was a con man. He claimed to be a holy man but was openly lustful and gluttonous. He claimed to be magic but was simply rather intelligent and probably had a good gut feeling. Rasputin was bought in to cure Alexei of his haemophilia, which he failed to do. Alexei still very much had haemophilia for his entire fourteen-year life. All Rasputin did was help him by making one of his doctors take him off of a certain medication, something similar to Tylenol, which was a blood thinner and could do nothing but harm to the child. Alexei got better off of that medication, of course, and Rasputin was hailed as a hero when he just had a good hunch. Rasputin worked himself closer to the royal family, specifically the Tsarina, who defended his terrible actions due to the debt she felt he was owed even though, again, the dude didn't do anything other than take Alexei off of a blood thinner.

Some reports say that the ailing state of Russia and the lack of supplies for soldiers was caused by the Tsar himself, that he was greedy and did not wish to spare resources. Other sources say that his was misled by his advisors and told that everything was absolutely wonderful. There is no way to verify which answer is true, with the Tsar dead long ago, but I believe the second version more than the first so that is the one I will use. But Russia was starving, soldiers were being sent onto the front lines of WWI without guns, bullets, or even shoes, and everyone was furious at the Tsar even though he had no idea anything was wrong. The people eventually overthrew the Tsar under the guidance of revolutionary Vladimir Lenin, who imposed a communist regime that didn't help at all. Lenin and his army hid the royal family away in a prison house to try and put them out of sight and out of mind, with a lot of guards to keep them there. (There are records of the girl being sexually abused by the guards and of the guards vandalizing property to further harass the family and, one time, one accidentally fired his gun and nearly killed one of the girls, who was at the window of the house getting some fresh air and he was being foolish with a gun. We aren't gonna get into all that.) Also, at least one of the children (Alexei) developed some extremely worrying, some even say self-harming or suicidal, behaviours in this house, such as the time he used a sled to go down the stairs despite his condition and wounded himself so severely that he nearly died and has to use a wheelchair for the rest of his short life. It's not reported if similar behaviour was recorded in the entire family, but clearly it was so bad in this prison house that a fourteen-year-old boy would rather be severely harmed or killed than live in the monotony (at best) of day-to-day life. These were young people, the oldest (aside from the parents and servants) being twenty-three-year-old Olga. They were probably all going insane.

Eventually, it was decided that the royal family was more trouble than they were worth and the order was sent out to kill all of them, servants included. The family, the servants, and two of their dogs were rounded up and forced into the basement. After a picture was taken to make the public think the Romanovs were fine, the guards opened fire and murdered everyone in the room. Alexei in particular is noted as being hard to kill, likely due to the riches sewn into his clothes creating a bulletproof vest, and he, possibly not the only one in the room, witnessed what happened and froze in fear before he was shot twice in the head. He. Was. Fourteen.

There's more to the story, sure, but this is where my version deviates due to my personal belief that this should never have happened and that innocent children do not deserve to die.

In this fictional version of the story, Olga, the eldest of the five children, knew what was coming. Her parents were in denial, but she heard the guards gossiping about the murder to come and decided to take steps to protect her siblings. Knowing the basement would be a likely murder location, given how hard it would be for them to escape, she spent a few days digging out a couple exit tunnels. The day before the murder attempt, she showed her siblings where all of these exits were and told them what to do if the murder attempt were to happen down there- don't worry about anyone else, everyone needed to focus on getting themselves out. Get out. Don't wait for anyone, just get as far away as possible. Nonna is in Paris, use the riches sewn into your clothes to get to her and tell her what happened.

No matter what happened, she loved them all very much. Their mother and father loved them all very, very much. Never forget that.

The murder attempt happened the very next day. Olga shouted for her siblings to run, snapping them out of their shock, and put herself between the guards and her siblings as they escaped. She was the only royal child who died that day, along with her parents and the servants.

The other four siblings found themselves split up and unable to find each other. Alexei was the first to decide to just go to Paris, having been hit by bullets that, while they hadn't broken skin, had created some severe bleeding under the skin that needed medical attention. He was the first to make it to their grandmother, using some of the treasure that had saved his life (as well as the sympathy he got for being a sickly orphan boy of undetermined origin) to buy his way out of Russie, to Paris. He told his grandmother what had happened, that they'd all been told to find her. Already, he was more than she had hoped for. She'd heard of the slaughter of her son and his family. Even having just one of her beloved grandchildren meant the world to her.

Her grief would be lightened over the next few months, as Tatiana and Maria found their way home. Tatiana knew that Olga had given her life to protect them and her loss was felt painfully, but having three of the five kept the grief from killing their grandmother.

But what of the fourth?

Maria (the grandmother and one of the daughters share a name, so I'll refer to her as Grandmother or Nonna) felt that her beloved Anastasia was alive, but she needed to be careful. Lenin was still looking for the escaped royal children and she couldn't risk leading him to wherever Ana was hiding. She enlisted the help of a former servant boy, one she knew had been close to Anastasia, to reenter Russia, find her, and bring her to Paris. The boy, Dmitri, didn't originally hold out much hope, it having been a year since the murder attempt, but he had been sweet on Anastasia as a child. What could it hurt?

When he met Anya, an escaped orphan girl with retrograde (actually psychogenic, but he knew only one type of amnesia) amnesia. And she just looked like Anastasia. She had the same cornflower blue eyes, the same light reddish-brown hair, the same face. He would say that her two companions, two dogs he certainly knew and who certainly knew him, were what convinced him, but he was convinced the second he saw her. It just had to be her.

Still, he didn't want to bring home someone who wasn't Anastasia, not with how badly it would hurt the survivors, so he spent a few weeks "tutoring" her to pretend to be Anastasia for a reward that didn't exist, trying to bring back her memories. And she copied everything like it was natural, but she still didn't actually remember. Even without the confirmation, he took her back to Paris.

It was the night before the two made it to her grandmother that Anastasia's amnesia finally broke. After a year of nightmares or events she couldn't remember, of screaming voices she couldn't name, of shadowed fragments of memories, she finally remembered something. As Dmitiri recalled his first memory of Anastasia, the parade, and described what had happened from his point of view, something finally snapped in her mind. The black lace holding her life out of reach tore, and she named a detail he hadn't told her.

"And you bowed."

She remembered the poor, dirty boy calling out to her. How he'd run alongside the parade to make sure she saw him. How, when he started to fall behind, he had called her name once more. And he had bowed.

She remembered.

A lot of the memories were still hazy, especially the traumatic ones, but she remembered most of it. She recognized her family.

That was all her family had truly been hoping for.

There was still a long journey ahead of them, a healing journey that took years, but they had the strength to make it together.

And then Rasputin returned.

Gods, they'd thought (hoped) he was dead. They'd heard he was dead, so he should be dead! But no, he was stalking them.

His target was Alexei, Alexei being the only one with a claim to the throne (it only went to males, his sisters could only gain a high monarch title by marrying the ruler of another country.) Rasputin has learned actual magic, he's harassing them so hard that it's not safe for Alexei to be in a room without at least three armed adults with him, and Anastasia is very, very, very tired of this shit.

So, she and her mischievous little brother hatched a master plan.

She and several guards hid in his room while he pretended to sleep, tricking Rasputin into thinking Alexei was alone and vulnerable. It took a few different tries, but Rasputin eventually took the bait.

He conjured a shield spell against the guards's bullets. Which stopped the bullets, sure, but not the force behind them. He went flying into a wall at around 1220 mph (I know not the guns the guards would have been using nor how fast the bullets fired by those guns would have been.)

Nonna heard the commotion, came in, saw Rasputin, and she got so angry at him that she kind of blacked out. The next thing she knew she was standing over his dead body, his skull caved in and her cane covered in blood and stuff, and everyone was staring at her with respect and a little bit of fear. Except for Alexei, who was super excited that she had apparently just beaten a man to death. Ah well, best to roll with the punches. What mattered was that Rasputin was no longer a problem. They went back to living peacefully in Paris.

Until the Great Awakening.

Russia was still very communist and really needed a win after the WWI debacle, so they helped Beast fight off the villains and then fought him when he tried to annex them. He decided that the best way to annex Russia was to do what the people wanted and bring back the royal family (the rumours that they were alive was all that had given Russia hope these past few years.) He would be able to control Alexei, right?

No.

Alexei, as a former disabled child who was now a disabled adult, instantly got to work putting forward ideas to help this overlooked group in Russia's population. He worked with Ana to improve orphanages, then worked on regulating crime by using his money (Tatiana's idea) to pay for community funding, such as free school and free childcare. He kept most of the communist programs, though definitely loosened the rules to help his people, such as free healthcare, free housing, and free food, and worked very hard to bring more jobs into Russia to do something about the poverty problem so that the people wouldn't feel the need to rise up again. And sure, Alexei is relatively soft-spoken, but his diplomatic representative can be any of his sisters. And boy, the Tsar did not raise his girls to be pushovers. Tatiana has nearly physically thrown down with Beast at least fifteen (15) times and Anastasia loves threatening to leave Auradon the second Beast says something she doesn't like. The Russian army is now well-fed, healthy, trained, and armed. That's a fight he won't win, so he doesn't try.

He acts like he's allowing them to fulfil childish desires, but really these four who are half his age are blackmailing him into letting them do what they want.

And Alexei is about to want a particular group home on the Isle, one with a large population of disabled people, to be bought to Auradon from actual medical treatment. This is after an unscripted cellphone documentary (Mordred going around the home just talking about everyone fae saw) was posted anonymously and went viral and oh gods, what the fuck. This place has no medical equipment and no one there has any training but these people need actual medical treatment. He is not happy.

[cosmicjoke]

Not to keep going on about this, but one thing I think is pretty obvious in AoT is that no side is framed as the good or bad side. The entire point of the story is to show the tragedy of war and persecution, and where it leads. It isn't a question of who's good or bad, right or wrong, it's an examination of the tragedy of anyone ever having to be put in a position of fighting back in the first place. I even made a post specifically about this not long ago, here:https://www.tumblr.com/cosmicjoke/743927719421673472/one-tactic-that-some-eren-fan-once-tried-to-argue?source=share .

So despite what some are trying to say about mine and others statements regarding Levi's goodness as being a justification of Levi's actions because he's on the side of Paradis, what we're actually doing is justifying his actions because, in the context of any, given scene in which he commits acts of violence, they ARE justifiable. His life or the lives of others are being threatened, therefore, it's justifiable for him to act in defense of himself and others. It's got nothing to do with who's ideologically good or bad, who's right or wrong, or who's on what side. It's a matter of practicality. If someone is threatening you or others, you're justified in using lethal force to stop them. That's why police officers and regular citizens are allowed to shoot people who pose a threat to them and others and they won't be prosecuted under the law for doing so. Whether Levi was from Paradis or Marley, if all things were the same in terms of circumstance when he's shown killing, we would continue to call his actions justifiable because it's got to do with his specific situation, not with who's side he's on.

It's about individual assessment of a person's actions and the situation that person finds themselves in. Levi's killing has nothing to do with ideology or philosophical belief. It has to do with the practical question of survival. If I don't kill this person, they're going to kill me or someone else. It's a tragedy, but it's also a reality. That's why I've said again and again that killing is always a tragedy, but it's not always wrong. Of course it's tragic that anyone has to die, but sometimes they DO have to die in order for others to live. That's an inescapable reality that has nothing to do with "sides" of a conflict or ideological belief.

Some people want to extrapolate that statement out to what eventually happens in the story with Eren and the Rumbling, but Eren's admission that he enacted the Rumbling to realize his own, selfish idea of freedom, and not to save anyone, completely undercuts that argument. Eren didn't try to genocide the whole world because he thought it was necessary to save the lives of anyone, or for any philosophical belief in the greater good, he did it because he wanted to.

The Rumbling, therefore, didn't happen because Eren was taught the philosophy of kill or be killed. It happened because Marley persecuted the Eldian's to such an extreme extent, that it created a faction of extremist nationalists, which eventually lead to a complete madman like Eren coming into a power he never should have had. The story doesn't condemn killing in and of itself, or the concept of self-defense. It doesn't try to persuade us of the rightness or wrongness of those things on the basis of moral grounds. I think AoT itself demonstrates beautifully overall, and particularly with Levi during the Uprising arc, with Jean and Mikasa's judgmental condemnation of his actions being thrown back in their faces when soon after they're placed in the same position of having to kill in order to survive and protect one another, that we shouldn't judge anyone without first understanding the context and circumstances behind their actions. To not judge or condemn anyone until you have a better understanding of the circumstances surrounding their behavior. AoT shows us over and over again how important context is, and again, it trusts the reader to use that context to make fair assessments about who's right and who's wrong in any, given scenario.

You can't just generalize everyone's actions as right or wrong based on the action itself. The circumstances surrounding it, and the person's attitude and intent in taking any, given action, are necessary to acknowledge and examine in making an accurate assessment in that regard.

So rather than AoT condemning the use of violence or violence in itself, what it actually condemns is, ironically enough, generalized and assumptive perceptions of who and what is good or bad, right or wrong, because it's those things which lead to persecution, oppression, atrocities and war, which in turn leads to untold destruction. It's an anti-war story, and an anti-prejudice story. It doesn't try to moralize to anyone about the evil's of killing or violence. It in fact acknowledges those things as a part of the natural order, as a part of the human condition. Even in showing the horrific outcome of persecution, it never frames any, individual characters actions or person as definitively right or wrong. It lets the reader come to their own conclusions on that front. It trusts the reader/viewer to be able to tell the difference between unjustified murder vs justifiable self-defense, all while acknowledging the tragedy inherent to the need for self-defense at all.

Eren didn't enact the Rumbling because he was taught it was justifiable to kill in self-defense or defense of others, which is what I think some people are trying to imply. That Eren being taught that is what lead to him wiping out 80% of the planet's population, and so that's supposed to be a condemnation of the act of killing in self-defense. But it's not. If the story wanted to send that message, it never would have made such a strong point of emphasizing the real reason Eren did what he did, which, like I said before, wasn't self-defense or defense of others, but because he wanted to see the world as it was in Armin's books. Eren knew what he was doing was wrong. He knew it wasn't justified. It had nothing to do with fighting back, something he admits both to himself and others. And so it wasn't Eren learning from Levi's example, or anyone else' example, that lead him down that road. It was just his own nature, and it was Marley's persecution and oppression and warmongering that created a scenario in which someone with Eren's nature obtained the power to do what he already always wanted to from the start .

Basically, the story is telling us that if you don't want to be killed, you shouldn't give anyone a reason to kill you. Don't persecute people, don't oppress people, don't threaten people, don't seek out revenge on people for something someone else did, don't punish people for something they didn't do, don't engage in generational guilt or blame, don't make assumptions about people, don't condemn anyone until you understand the context of their actions, etc, etc... If the story condemns anything, it's that, because it's those sorts of choices which lead to the circumstances that end in war and mass violence. The story shows us what happens when you put someone in a corner and leave them no choice but to fight back. Rather than being critical of violence alone, what it's actually critical of is creating the circumstances in which violence becomes a necessity at all.

[mortallyclearwonderland]

Death - Villain or Antagonist

I've seen a lot of people praise Death as a character. But there is quite a discrepancy between people. Some call him a villain others call him an antagonist and some even use the two interchangeably.

Let's resolve this dispute.

First things first:

An antagonist is a person who actively opposes or is hostile to someone, usually the main character, or something, an ideology, life style, etc.

A villain is a character whose evil actions or motives are important to the plot.

Let's answer some questions to better differentiate between those two character aspects of Death.

1. What are his reasons to do what he does?

He is trying to kill Puss because he didn't appreciate his previous eight lives and just wants to get the ninth over with. Death also doesn't like the concept of nine lives in general but Puss' pride was the final straw that broke the camel's back. It seems more of an antagonist role, right?

I've seen people say. ''Death is just a natural part of life.'' Yes, it is. But we're not talking about death, as in the process of dying and going to the afterlife. We're talking about Death, the character. ''But it's not a murder! He's death! It's his job!''

2. Is Death really doing his job?

No, he is not. Going from the evidence in the movie he's just a spectator. He's not Death from Final Destination movies! He doesn't create crazy scenarios, so people die according to ''the plan''. He apparently has the foresight to know someone might die. But in the movie people just die and he collects their souls and takes them to the afterlife.

In the cave of lost souls, Puss and his previous life explain that ''I'm still alive.'' and ''That's cheating!'' (Ironically, it's the life when he died because he cheated in the poker game.) And Death's response is ''Don't tell.'' I don't know about you but to me it sounds like Death isn't allowed to do that. Maybe he's done it before. Maybe there even is a higher power that would've been angry if he killed someone by himself.

3. ''He just does it to teach Puss a lesson!'' Does he?

He kind of does, but not intentionally. He even says ''¿Por que diablos fui a jugar con mi comida?!’’ which translates to ''Why the hell did I play with my food?!'' He's angry he didn't get to kill Puss when he was still an arrogant legend. He gives up because there is no point in killing him now and it would go against his honor code. 

4. But at least he's not enjoying what he does, right?

Wrong, couldn't be further from the truth. People like to point out that he sounds ''sad'' when saying how no one escaped him yet and it's more up for interpretation. What isn't up for interpretation is how he LOVES the smell of fear. We don't know how he would act while someone else is dying. Just forget all the Perrito and Death fanart. We're talking about the movie. He loves the chase and ''playing''. He probably likes it the most when people who are about to die ''deserve'' it. He most likely hates anyone who doesn't take life and death seriously.

My final verdict is that he's a 100% villain in the context of the movie. It's just that he's multi-dimensional.

He's got a very unique motivation. That goes against the stereotypical take over the kingdom/world, kill someone because they're in a way, etc.

He doesn't redeem himself. He's not defeated. He just goes away but will be back eventually.

What do you think? Did I miss anything?

[emile-hides]

Second kid

Part two of my Found Family Overwatch self-insert story, staring me and my squad. This time how I wound up adopting my lovely daughter @bopin-lucio-beets

In which I go back to work

“Well hello, little one~” Zenyatta happily cooed as a now one-year old Ari crawled her way onto his lap.

I glanced up from adjusting Genji’s arm just to be sure she was safe. Yes, I trusted Zenyatta, but it was a nervous habit I’d picked up. Ari was constantly getting into things she shouldn’t, and she’d pulled more than a few cables while being handled by Omnics.

As to be expected, Zenyatta handled Ari perfect. He floated gently off the ground and pet her hair, softly cooing his hellos down to her. I felt myself let out a relaxed sigh.

“Are you ready for this?” Genji’s question snapped my attention back to him.

“Huh?” Was all I could muster, he took his half repaired arm from my hold and flicked my forehead.

“Traveling with me to Japan, more specifically leaving Ari. You’ve been stressed about it all day.” He was... correct. Genji could, unfortunately, read me like a book.

“It’ll be fine.” I said, more for my own comfort than his, “The monks are all very caring, and Cross will be back from Con in a few days. I just hope she doesn’t say her first words while I’m gone...” I drift back to looking at Ari, who was now babbling nonsense to Zenyatta, to listened and nodded as though she was speaking the Iris Gospel.

“Besides, you need me.” I snatched Genji’s arm back, huffing, “Who else is gonna fix you up after you kick your brother’s teeth in?” I smirked.

Genji rolled his eyes and leaned on the table, “We’re not going to fight... Well I’M not going to fight, just defend and speak to him. No attacking.”

“Uh-huh...” I say, unconvinced as I return to fiddling with Genji’s shuriken dispenser.

With one final baby bah noise from Ari, Zenyatta chuckled, “You are so wise, young one.” He lifted her up, placing the baby on the table, “You two should be going soon, the plane won’t wait forever.” The monk gently took Ari’s tiny hand in his own, waving it, “Say bye-bye to daddy, little one~ Bye-bye uncle Genji~”

Of course, all that came from Ari was a little wah, but it was enough to make my heart weep. I gently hugged the baby, kissing her head, “I’ll be home soon, okay? Be good for all your Uncles and Aunties, okay?”

Another babble and a little pat to my face was our send off.

In Hanamura, Genji and I set up in a hotel far enough away from Shimada castle as to avoid being noticed on the streets. Not that anyone would recognize either of us.

I’d already checked in with Zenyatta on how Ari is doing. He sent me a picture of her laying in the snow in her snowsuit. I missed her already.

“You need to stop.” Genji said, snatching my phone, “This should be like a vacation. Relax a little.” He tried, I just sunk into the bed.

“I can’t. I won’t. I will lay here and suffer.”

“I know a good arcade~” Genji leaned over my slunk form.

I glared up at him, with no intention of going.

The arcade was pretty cool, though. Four floors, a big poster of the rising gamer, Hana Song, all times of games. I kicked Genji’s ass at ski-ball, won a handful of Pachamari in a claw game, and admired Genji’s locked in high scores on almost every game.

It was the break I needed.

Kill a kid ran into my leg.

“Daddy!” He cried, clinging tightly onto my thigh, tears streaming down his face.

“W-Woh, h-hey...” I gently pat his head, “I-I’m sorry, I-I’m not...” I trailed off when the kid looked up, his bright blue eyes full of tears.

Genji stepped in quickly, lowering down to the blond child’s level. He asked the panicked kid something in Japanese. He just hugged my leg tighter.

I gently pet his hair and knelt down beside him, “Are you lost, honey?” I asked gently. The kid nodded. So he spoke English, that was good at least. “Okay. It’s okay. We’ll help you. I’m Emile, this is my friend, Genji, he’s a ninja. Cool, right?” I tried.

The child looked at Genji, gripping my shirt, “A... real Ninja...?” He asked, timidly.

Genji nodded, “Yeah! Look!” In excitement, Genji flicked his wrist, releasing three shurikens from his reload. The kid immediately stopped looking scared, and excitedly reached for the throwing stars.

I quickly stopped him, of course, “So, what’s your name?” I turned him back to face me as Genji hid away his shuriken.

“Jojo!” The boy smiled.

“Jojo. Good. And where did you last see your daddy, Jojo?”

“Outside. Some big guys in suits wanted to talk to him.”

Genji gained a look of concern and joined us back on the ground, “Big guys in suits...?”

Jojo nodded, “Yeah! Really big! Like giants!” He over exaggerated.

I looked to Genji, he rubbed his arm and glanced around the arcade for a moment before looking back to me. Despite his visor, I could tell he wanted us to get out of here.

“Okay then... Jojo, is it okay if I pick you up?” I asked. The little boy nodded, and I quickly scooped him from the floor, following Genji as we quickly exited the arcade.

Is this kidnapping? Probably, to some extent. He wasn’t our kid, and weren’t positive his father was assassinated by the Shimada clan, but as we rush walked down the streets of Hanamura, it became increasingly more obvious he probably was.

So. Back at the hotel with some random kid. Luckily, he’d fallen asleep on the walk back.

“Now what??” I whisper shouted at Genji as he paced a circle into the carpet.

“I don’t know! We can’t leave him here, or take him to the police. The clan has no morals, he’s a witness, they’ll take him out too!” Genji panic whisper shouted back, running his fingers though his hair.

I rubbed my temples and sank into a hotel chair, “We could figure out where he came from, take him home?” I suggested. Genji shook his head.

“The clan has resources outside of Japan, they’ll find him...”

“They’ll go though all that for a four year old who maybe saw his dad get kidnapped?” I tilted my head. Genji gave me a clearly panicked glance. I sighed and beckoned him over. 

Genji sat on the floor infront of my chair, I tilted his head forward and opened his neck paneling, gently readjusting the wiring hidden inside. “Deep breaths. In the nose, out the mouth.” I told him. 

The cyborg took a shaky breath in, then released it, relaxing a bit.

“We’ve got the kid. He’s safe, he’s blissfully unaware, and he’s sleeping. Right now, everything’s fine.”

Genji nodded, leaning back on my knees.

“You still want to go meet Hanzo tonight?”

He shook his head, closing his eyes and he sunk down onto the floor a bit.

“You gonna sleep right there?” I chuckled a bit. Genji nodded, smiling a bit. I chuckled at him, petting his hair, “Genji cat returns...” I joked.

The next morning, I found my luggage packed, and an excited little Jojo tied to Genji’s back.

I didn’t have much time to question anything before we were on a plane back to Nepal, our relaxing trip cut short.

I walked into my small, two bedroom home with Baby Ari in one arm, and a 4 year old excitedly clinging to the other.

“I’m back...” I said, half awake to what I assumed to be an empty home. 

However, Cross was also home early. They poked their head from the kitchen, glanced down at the excited toddler, slowly looked to me with a look that read they hadn’t slept in three days.. and went back into the kitchen.

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Could you write for a yandere erron black falling and convincing a fem reader to stay with him? Maybe they meet in an apocalyptic earth realm where she does assassin work similar to him (I imagine fem reader as similar to katarina from league of legends) and he makes up something to keep following her around to eventually take her??

Yandere Erron Black x Fem! Reader

Genre: dark shit bro, dont like dont read

Content: yandere stuffs, thirsty Erron, kinda needy lol, he a sad boi, has a little lucid moment, ooc?

“Who the ever-lovin fuck are you,” a gruff Texan voice pulled you out of your thoughts as you hunched over the body of the victim you were paid to kill. The slick noise of your sword being unsheathed from your victim was followed by the snapping of your head to your witness.

“What the hell, how long have you been standing there?! Ah shit, another fucking body I have to deal with,” you groaned as you threw knives from the belts around your thighs, sweeping Erron from under his feet and knocking his gun out of his hand in one fluid movement. Erron was… intrigued to say the least. No one was able to take him down so easily, but he didn’t like it. Not one bit. But he did like your fire and ability to properly kill someone; the body was in quite a pristine condition, despite the fact that you had stabbed the poor bastard.

Malleable, perhaps? Even so, he would enjoy challenging that fire. Ever since he had been wandering the Netherrealm, he hadn’t had a decent person to share experiences with that didn’t make him feel like shooting himself (*cough cough* Kano and Kabal *cough cough*). Maybe you could provide him some … entertainment. And if not, he could always just kill you.

“Hang on there little lady, I think I know what you want,” he grunted as you squeezed your hands around his throat. Humouring him, you responded drily with a quick

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?”.

“This place is a damn wasteland, ain’t it? I mean, look at this shit hole. I bet you’re tired of pokin around the same dead land. You’re lookin for somethin new, somethin excitin. I can damn tell ya now sweetheart, you ain’t gonna find it here”.

You were bored, not stupid.

“Oh please, like I’m supposed to believe that you know some magical place where I can get paid for assassinating?” You spat in disbelief, grip getting tighter.

“What reason would I have to lie, and I got the goods to prove it to ya”. A hand reached slowly into his pocket and from it, the familiar jingle of coins made you jerk your head slightly at the noise. Picking one up, you held a single gold coin close to your face before biting it hard, just to confirm your belief.

You mentally weighed up the pros and cons; on the one hand, he was probably lying and possibly a cop judging by his attire, but on the other hand, he could also be telling the truth. If you were wrong, you were going to stab yourself. Slowly clambering up off of the masked assailant, you stood on high alert as you nudged him to reveal this “secret realm”.

Because the Elder Gods seem to hate you, you had passed out during your trip and woke up in a slump, surrounded by grotesque monsters and strange people. The loud whispers that filled the room were immediately silenced when a singular voice sultrily says:

“This is the assassin that you have brought to me? Honestly Erron, she’s hardly a soldier, don’t you think? You honestly expect a weak little bug like her to prevent my enemies from killing me?”

A scoff left your lips as you groggily got to your feet.

“You don’t exactly look that great either, man. Why don’t I show you with my blades just how good of an assassin I am!” You roared as you gripped on to your swords. Erron forced himself between you and Shang Tsung before you could get your soul ripped out of you. For some reason, seeing you challenge an almighty sorcerer … scared him…

“Now hold on there darlin, you’re gonna get yourself killed before you even get paid,” he says as he places his hands in his pockets. Callused fingers caressed the pistols he had in his pocket should he need to use them to get you out of there.

You glared at him ferociously, gaze hotter than the flames that lived in Scorpion. A silky chuckle broke you out of your trance as you snapped your gaze back to the goth in the throne.

“I can see why you like this one, Black. Full of fire, a true Outworlder in every sense of the word. Yes, I should like to guide you to become the ultimate assassin. Your work starts today,” he purred out with smug grin.

“Black”.

Erron turned his head back to his boss.

“You will teach her everything she will need to know about the Netherrealm. You will watch him closely and learn how I like my victims assassinated,” he grinned.

Somewhere deep inside him, Erron could feel his stomach twist. Why was he feeling antsy around you? Could it be that he finally has a real human companion instead of a monster that would try to eat him? Is he secretly desperate for someone whom he could compare the troubles of his old life to? Someone who would actually understand his problems that Tarkatans, Kytinn and Elder Gods wouldn’t? Erron didn’t know, and he didn’t like that someone was barging through his icy exterior.

You didn’t have chance to agree before Shang Tsung snapped his fingers and you were teleported into a different place altogether with Erron at your side.

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1 Month Later…

Although life for you was very different from your old home in apocalyptic Earthrealm, you had sunk into a familiar routine with your new killing partner. Shang Tsung would give you the name of any unfortunate creature that angered him or who he deemed as a waste of space, and you and Erron would pump the poor bastard full of lead. It was a dangerous life, yet every time the metallic tang of blood splashed your face the adrenaline surged through every blood vessel you had.

Erron was at his wits end however. He promised himself that whatever disgusting emotions that was strangling him would be gone by now, and yet every time he looked at you he wanted to drug the fuck out of you and take you to a secluded bunker, away from this hell and into his protective hold. Erron knew you were too weak to look after yourself properly, with the newest evidence arisen from the unfortunate Kytinn you killed. The freak of nature had managed to slice you with one of their weird fucking leg things and gave you a nasty looking scar on your shoulder.

Erron paced, clearly annoyed, as you plopped yourself on to a rock and began to dress your wound. Being painfully aware of the pissy mood your partner was in, you let out a huff and stared at him as he thumbed a small damp napkin he held in his pocket. Before you could even speak, Erron interrupted you with an angered voice.

“What the everlovin fuck were you thinkin, huh?!” He raged. You blinked at him before donning an annoyed scowl of your own.

“Don’t get fucking pissy with me, asshole! I killed the damn bastard didn’t I?! At least now his royal ass-holiness won’t snatch our fucking souls, dimwit!’ You yelled back at him, hissing when you accidentally moved your injured elbow. Erron caught on quickly, angered expression unwavering.

“Oh yeah, well now look at ya! You’d be lucky if you even have an arm left, dumbass! Kytinn bastards are covered in lethal poison. You know what, fuck this. You obviously can’t fuckin take care of yourself,” Erron muttered angrily to himself as he fumbled in his pocket for the napkin.

“H-hey what the fuck?! HEY-!” You screeched as Erron pressed the damp napkin to your face, one arm wrapped around your neck to keep you from squirming away. Every instinct in you screamed not to breath in, but biology forced you to breath the sweet smelling fumes. You could feel every muscle in you totally relax before you were lulled to sleep. Your tired body collapsed into Erron’s sturdy side, cheek smooshed comfortably and eyelashes finally fluttering close.

Erron stared at you blankly before removing the rag from your face. He did it. He finally had you.

His rough fingers damaged from years of assassin work touched your soft cheek. It wasn’t fair. The thought of someone so weak and soft resorting to kill people in order to survive would never be fair. That very idea had frustrated tears brim his eyes. Erron knew he deserved his fate on Earthrealm deep down; he had done unspeakable things with his hands that did not deserve forgiveness. He knew that this was coming to him, but when you weren’t irritating the living shit out of him and running people through with your swords, he realised you were ….sweet.

With a shaky sigh, he scooped you up into his arms, tenderly removing the little bits of hair and blood from your face before removing his mask and softly pressing his lips onto your temple.

“Come on darlin. Time to go home”.

[fanficshiddles]

Bargaining, One Shot (Slight spoilers for Ep5!)

Summary: You get pruned and think you’ve died, but when you wake up you find President Loki staring down at you. You beg him to help you. So he makes a bargain with you. In return for safety, he wants your body. 

Warnings: Dub-con

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Your eyes fluttered open, expecting to see some kind of bright light or angels, perhaps. Or maybe you’d gone to the depths of hell, so would see demons and fire everywhere. But you were surprised, and confused, when you opened them to see dark clouds above and a man with black hair and a weird horned crown popped into view, looming over you, with some others surrounding him.

‘Oh dear, is she dead?’ President Loki asked.

One of the others he was with nudged your shoulder with his foot. Making you groan as you blinked hard to focus.

‘Apparently not.’ Loki chuckled.

You rolled round and got up onto your hands and knees, looking up at the men surrounding you. There was then an almighty roar from not too far away. You looked over and saw the most terrifying monster in the clouds.

‘You’re not a Loki, are you?’ Loki asked you.

‘A what? Loki? What do you mean?’ You frowned.

Loki sighed and rolled his eyes. ‘Clearly not. Waste of our time.’

‘Do we kill her, sire?’ One of the men asked, making your eyes widen.

‘No, Alioth will get her soon enough.’ Loki sneered and turned around to leave with the others.

You quickly put two and two together that Alioth was the name of the terrifying cloud monster that was getting closer and closer.

‘WAIT!’ You scrambled towards Loki. ‘Please… Please, don’t leave me here.’ You begged.

He turned back to face you, raising an eyebrow. ‘Why should I help you? You’re not one of us, no one but Loki’s survive here.’

‘Please… I’ll do whatever you want, anything, just please don’t leave me here. I beg you.’ You cried and was literally begging at his feet. You looked up at him through teary eyes. ‘I’m scared, please.’

Loki tilted his head as he stared down at you. Then he tapped his lower lip in thought for a moment, before a wicked smirk spread across his lips. You noticed he was then actually looking at you rather thoroughly for the first time.

‘I suppose, having a woman around could be rather useful.’ He hummed. ‘It has been so long since I’ve felt the soft lips of another…’ He reached down and brushed his thumb against your lower lip, making your lip quiver at his meaning.

Though the thought of doing sexual favours in return for safety didn’t exactly sound like a bad idea in this situation. Besides, he was rather good looking. And considering you’d thought you had died, the chance at survival was too great to pass up.

‘Please.’ You whispered again, pleading him with your eyes.

You knew he was dangerous, it was obvious. The fact that he and the others with him were even alive in this place. Even at first glance you knew it wasn’t a safe place to be.

He stood up straight and slid his hands into his pockets again. Then he nodded once. ‘Come with me.’

You scrambled up to your feet and followed as he started heading off quickly, it was hard keeping up with his large strides, but you managed. The others were staring at you weirdly, not sure whether to trust you or not. Since they didn’t trust anyone, really.

The monster was getting closer, making you shake more and more in fear. But Loki was completely calm as he led the way. Then eventually, after what felt like hours but was actually just a few minutes, you came to a large circular hatch in the ground.

Some of the others opened it up and started climbing down. Loki looked at you and motioned to the ladder. But you were frozen, the thought of going down there and being trapped god knows where…

‘Suit yourself. You can come down and take your chance with me, or you can stay out here all alone with the monster. But no one apart from Loki’s ever survive here alone.’ He said darkly, smirking a little.

He went towards the ladder, but you quickly moved forward after hearing another roar from the monster. ‘I’ll come down.’ You blurted out quickly.

Loki grinned and motioned for you to go first as he took a small step back. You hesitantly began to climb down the ladder and Loki followed. When you reached the bottom, you turned around and were faced with even more people that you assumed were other Loki’s. They all had various weapons aimed at you, making your eyes widen.

‘Hey, hey, hey! Back off, she’s no threat. She’s mine.’ Loki growled at them all roughly when he got down the ladder behind you.

They instantly backed down, obeying their King.

Loki gripped your upper arm firmly and led you through the other Loki’s, he started spouting some green energy from his hand when one of them tried to get over to you. You gulped hard, just what exactly had you gotten yourself into?

He took you through to what you assumed was his private bedroom. It was just as weird and dark as the other room. But this one at least had a bed.

Using some magic, Loki locked the door without a key.

‘Well now.’ He said as he shrugged off his black jacket, leaving the rest of his clothes on. But he started rolling his sleeves up his forearms. You weren’t sure why, but you felt the green waistcoat and tie really suited him, like it was his colour.

‘Are you going to hold up your end of the bargain?’ He growled low, licking his lips.

You felt your own mouth go dry as you looked down and saw a bulge in his trousers. Not knowing for sure what he might be capable of, and holding up your end of the bargain, you walked over to him and sank down to your knees.

A smirk tugged on his lips as he gazed down at you. You were so nervous as you reached up and slowly started palming at him through his trousers. God, he felt so big. You were kind of scared to see for sure.

‘Come on, pet. Don’t keep me waiting, it’s not too late for me to chuck you back outside to the monster.’ He said in warning as he narrowed his eyes at you.

With a gulp, you began to free his cock. And when you did, it didn’t ease your nerves at all. You felt his piercing gaze upon you as you tentatively started stroking him, slowly becoming bolder and bolder as you got used to his rather intimidating size.

‘Don’t be scared. This beast doesn’t bite much, unlike the one outside.’ He chuckled.

You licked your lips and then looking up at him, you leaned forward and took him into your mouth. His eyes fluttered and his mouth parted in a throaty groan when he felt your warm mouth engulf him.

‘That’s it, good girl.’ He growled and reached down to slide his long fingers through your hair.

You felt a delightful shiver run down your spine at his praise for some reason. You hollowed your cheeks and tried to suck him down as far as you could, pleasing him that you were trying. But what you couldn’t take down your throat you made up for with your tongue work.

His hand in your hair suddenly tightened, and to your shock he started fucking your mouth roughly. Giving you no option but to take him down your throat, making you choke on him. You put your hands on his lean thighs for support and was pleasantly surprised with how muscular they felt beneath the fabric. But you didn’t get long to think on it as your throat started to hurt.

‘Your mouth is simply wonderful. Oh, yes. I think this was a very good bargain indeed.’ He snarled.

When he was close to cumming, he eased up and just rested on your tongue. You didn’t want to disappoint him, to have him toss you out. So you moaned around him, causing vibrations to dance all over his cock. And you moved your tongue along the underside of him, doing everything just right. So when he came, he came hard, shooting down your throat. You did your best to swallow all of his cum, some dribbled down your chin but that only made him lust after you even more.

After his loud moaning and grunting, he took a few deep breaths to compose himself. But his eyes were still full of dark lust as he pulled out of your mouth.

‘Get on your hands and knees.’ He demanded gruffly, his cock bobbing, still aroused.

You were slightly startled when he waved his hand and suddenly you were completely naked. But you didn’t get time to dwell on it, because he moved behind you as you did as you were told and got into position, you gasped when you felt his fingers sliding against your cunt. ‘Ohhh, pet.’ He cooed and rubbed over your clit, making your body jump. ‘It seems this bargain is not only satisfying for me, but it seems it is for you too.’

You hung your head down in shame at how wet you were just from sucking him off. But Loki’s firm grip in your hair suddenly tugged your head right back, making you gasp.

‘No, no. Do not hang your head in shame. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying sucking your King off.’ He growled seductively into your ear, then licked up the side of your neck, making you whimper.

He let go of your hair and instead wrapped his hand around the front of your neck as he lined up with your sopping wet cunt. In one smooth thrust, he was inside of you, filling you up completely. His hand around your neck controlled your breathing, only letting you do so when he deemed fit.

You had never been so aroused in your life. It was evident with the obscene noises coming from between you both as Loki pounded into you.

Your own orgasm hit you like a train crash, you’d never felt anything so animalistic and purely chaotic in your life. It felt so rushed and needy, but it was the most mind-blowing orgasm you’d ever had. Not long ago you thought you had died, and now you felt like you were dying all over again but this time in over pleasure. With Loki laughing wickedly over you from behind as he spilled into you from his own orgasm.

He collapsed on top of you, knocking you down to the cold hard ground on your stomach. But you didn’t care much, feeling his heavy weight on top of you didn’t bother you either.

‘Mmm… This is a good deal indeed.’ He murmured as he nuzzled his nose into your hair. ‘I give you my word, that I will keep you alive and safe, pet. If you keep your body available to me, always. Can you do that?’

Your mind was so fuzzy, you could barely even think straight. But you nodded and managed to squeak out your answer. ‘Yes… My King.’

[e-vasong]

I’ve already talked about a Leverage crossover where the Hargreeves are conmen but I'm. losing it thinking about. a Leverage AU where the Leverage team sees these kids on tv, and they just go.  oh shit, that’s just fucking wrong.  (I know the timelines don’t match up but let’s pretend the umbrella kids were born a little later, or that Leverage takes place a little earlier, or something like that.  I don’t know.)

But these fucking umbrella kids show up on TV, and at first none of them are paying much attention. Not right away.  They’re busy running cons, and none of them except Hardison watch TV for fun very often.

So they’ve all heard bits and pieces about this Umbrella thing, and aren’t quite sure what to make of it.  Superhumans, huh? Eliot mutters at one point. Whatever. Our lives are already so goddamn weird.

But eventually they catch a broadcast while they’re home in between cases.  it’s playing in the background while they’re enjoying a meal together at the brewery.

The Umbrella Academy saves the day yet again! the broadcaster declares cheerily. We go now to a statement at the Louvre from their leader, Sir Reginald Hargreeves.

It’s just novel enough to catch their attention--being who they are, they all perk up at the word Louvre--and it gets them half-watching as they chat over breakfast.

It’s Parker that sees it first.  She’s Parker, so what catches her attention is actually not the fact that one of them is covered in blood, nor is it the fact that their father is calling them by numbers instead of names.  It’s the way that they stand, tense and upright.  It’s the way that the one covered in blood is trembling minutely, so fine that it’s almost imperceptible. But she notices. And she notices the way that the one to the bloodied boy’s left--the fifth one in line--leans over ever-so-subtly when their father is looking away. Whispers something with the barest movement of his lips. And then, after a moment of hesitation, he links hands with his shaking brother, twining their fingers together.  Parker knows that whisper, knows what this is. She used to do that with her brother.  Used to hold Nick’s hand, just like that, when their fosters were scaring him, trying to provide comfort even despite the fear of being caught.

It’s not long before the others follow her gaze. She’s stopped engaging in the conversation entirely, is just staring at the television with a death glare, nose wrinkled.

“Parker, baby,” Hardison says.  “That’s your angry face.”

“I’m angry,” she says, and doesn’t elaborate.

“Got it,” Hardison takes it in stride, as he always does.

Eliot’s frowning at the TV.  Unlike Parker, his eye does jump to the most obvious thing first.  To the boy, no older than eleven or twelve probably, drenched head to toe with blood.  There’s no rips in his clothing; Eliot’s pretty sure the blood isn’t his. He’s standing up straight, but his shoulders are slightly hunched.  Like he’s injured.  Broken ribs, maybe?  And he’s been taught to hide them too. He’s also not the only one with that too-stiff posture. These kids aren’t standing up straight. They’re standing at attention.  Number One, their father calls one of them, and what are those? Fucking callsigns?  

Sophie and Nate are watching too.  Their faces are carefully blank.  They aren’t happy, Parker’s pretty sure, but they’re trying not to react.

“What the hell?” Hardison says slowly.  He’s the last one to catch on, though only by a very narrow margin.  He lacks Sophie and Nate’s cynicism, and the years of personal experience Parker and Eliot have, but he’s still too smart to not figure it out almost immediately.  And he is first one to abandon the stunned stillness that’s fallen over the rest of them, pulling his laptop out of his bag, already quickly tapping away at the keys.

“This ain’t right,” Eliot says, voice a growl in his chest.  “This is--this is--it’s televised child abuse.”

Sophie makes a quiet noise of agreement then. “It is,” she says, quietly disgusted. “Those poor children.”

Nate is still staring at the screen, lips pressed flat.

“This Reginald guy looks rich,” Parker says.  Then: “Can we kill him?”

Eliot chokes on his drink.

“How is this even legal?” Sophie asks.  She sounds curious, though not particularly surprised by the grievous violation of child protection laws before her. “It’s so...blatant.”

“Sir Reginald Hargreeves,” Hardison says, no longer typing.  “He is--oh shit.” And the typing resumes, faster and a little more panicked than before.

“Hardison?” Nate prods after a moment, giving Hardison a sidelong glance.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s all good,” Hardison says.  “The INTERPOL files on this guy are locked up tight though.  Almost tripped their security system there.  I didn’t, of course, but--”

“You couldn’t get in?” Eliot says, smirking.

“Yet,” Hardison says.  “Dammit, man, it’s been less than five minutes.  Give me a couple hours and that thing is mincemeat.  Metaphorically speaking, of course.  But I do see what’s going on here and,” he clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment.  “Y’all, this is hinky.”

“Yes, I think we got that,” Nate says.  The corner of his lip twitches up.

“Yeah, yeah,” Hardison says.  “This guy has got friends everywhere.  No one knows how he got the kids, but it looks like he technically bought them--”

“He what?” Sophie sounds like she’s been suckerpunched.  Parker can’t think of the last time she heard Sophie sound so shocked.

“Oh yeah.  You think that’s bad?  The numbers aren’t code names  The numbers are their name names.  Like, legally.  I just found an article that said he ordered them by how useful he thinks they are, but judging by the adoption papers it was actually in the order he, uh,” Hardison coughs, “acquired them.”

Eliot is swaying where he stands.  “Common tactic.  He’s pitting them against one another so they’ll be easier to control.  It undermines the self worth of the ones lower on the scale and makes the ones that are higher up feel obligated to do what he wants.  Son of a bitch.”

“...And it looks like he leveraged their powers as excuse to gain exemptions from child protection laws,” Hardison continues like he hasn’t been interrupted.  “Claimed their abilities meant they don’t need the same safeguards.”

“That’s bullshit!” Eliot sounds thunderous.

“I know, buddy,” Hardison reaches over blindly, waving his hand around vaguely until he finds Eliot’s shoulder.  He gives it a comforting squeeze.  “I didn’t write it.”

Eliot heaves in a shuddering breath.  “That’s just--”

“Evil,” Sophie finishes.  

“I’m inclined to agree,” Nate says.  He’s not watching the TV anymore.  He’s staring off into the middle distance, arms crossed over his chest.

“Oh!” Parker perks up.  All the grief and distress that had been brewing on her face vanishes like storm clouds parting for the sun.  “Nate! Nate, are you scheming?  You look like you’re scheming.”

Nate makes a noncommittal grunt.  “It would be dangerous.”

“They’re in danger,” Sophie says softly, jerking her head in the television’s direction.

Eliot’s long-since gotten to his feet.  He’s pacing, and that’s how Parker knows he’s furious.  When Eliot is too angry to stand it, he has to move, has to find some way to handle the rage roiling under his skin.  Usually he cooks, chopping vegetables with furious aplomb.  And when he can’t cook, he paces.  

“They’re fucking child soldiers,” he says.  “I can’t--” he cuts himself off with a furious shake of the head.  I can’t believe, he was about to say, Parker thinks, but he had to stop because that’s not true.  Eliot knows better than anyone what the government--what the world does to people they find useful, whether its skill or power that makes them so.

“Y’all are behind,” Hardison says in sing-song.  “I’m already trying to burn this motherfucker down.”

“Hardison, do not tip our hand,” Nate says, snapping into his leader-voice automatically.  Parker grins.  He’s already got a plan, then.  She knew all that reluctance was just for show.  Sophie laughs, as clear and bright as the ringing of a bell, and even Eliot perks up.  

Hardison grumbles, closing his laptop and stuffing it back in his messenger bag.  

Nate is grinning a little too, though it’s that angry smile he gets sometimes when Parker knows he’s thinking about hurting bad people.  She understands.  She's wearing hers too right now.  Nate glances them all over, and for all the malice dripping off the knife’s edge of that smile, his eyes are soft.  Maybe even a little proud.

“Fine. Fine. You guys win,” Nate says, lifting his hands in defeat.  He’s putting on a show of being beleaguered, but Parker can hear the sparking anger in his voice, and oh, how could she have forgotten?  Sophie is so gently righteous, Hardison so achingly distressed, and Eliot so full of fire and fury that she almost didn’t notice Nate’s seething wrath, nearly forgot that Nate looks at every injured child in need of help and thinks of Sam.  “Everyone, get your things.  Hardison, get us some plane tickets.  Let’s go steal some children.”

“Okay, okay.  I ain’t complaining cause, like, fuck that guy,” Hardison says, slinging his bag over his shoulder.  “But stealing children?  Could you have made us sound anymore like kidnappers?”

“Hardison!”

“I’m just saying.”

[bakugostiddies]

Please god do a villain!au with Todoroki 🧎‍♂️ I usually don't like those but omfg with him it would totally work

Absolutely. This turned into a 4k word fic, but I am too attracted to this man to be ashamed.

Icarus | Todoroki Shouto x Reader

Warnings: eventual smut, temperature play, impact play, kind of dub-con but not really, degradation, praise, villain!au, corruption kink, no gendered terms but reader has a vagina and breasts.

NSFW | 18+

You had fucked up.

The room was dark and dank, eerily quiet save for the sound of your breathing. You looked around frantically, struggling to break loose from the bonds that held you. Shit. Shit. Shit.

As your eyes adjusted, you noted that there was a door ahead of you, a steel one with two deadbolt locks. You could feel a metal chair beneath you, rattling each time you moved even slightly. Your arms and legs were restrained by some sort of extremely strong fabric, but your mouth was unrestricted. Shit. Shit. What was Endeavor going to say? You were still just his sidekick, but this was your first big operation and you blew it completely. He would kill you when you got back, you just knew it. Endeavor took his temper out on you even when you did well, which meant you had no clue what he would do to you after a fuckup this bad. Shit.

Calm down, Y/N, you told yourself mentally. You were safe and unharmed, so maybe they just wanted information. You attempted to activate your teleportation quirk, but it didn’t work. What happened? You could feel yourself beginning to hyperventilate. You didn’t want to die here, after being kidnapped by some asshole who wouldn’t even fight you face to face.

“If you’re wondering why you can’t use your quirk, we just took it away for a while.”

A voice emerged from the shadows of the room, soft and almost velvety. You flinched. You hadn’t even realized someone was here. How could you have missed something so obvious? You felt like a shitty fucking hero.

“Who are you?” You said after a moment.

“Im surprised you didn’t recognize me. Well, I suppose it is a bit dark in here.”

And suddenly with the flick of a match, the voice became a man and the shadows around the room came to life. You swallowed harshly, all of the moisture in your mouth gone. The man stalked towards you with a sureness of a predator and stopped a few feet away from where you were sat in the metal chair. You looked up at his two toned hair, his strong, rugged figure in the flickering light. He wore a suit not too different from that of a hero’s, but he was tinged with scorch marks and small icy spikes. He looked like he was made of fire.

“Well?” He said it softly, but there was a hint of malice in his tone. “Who am I?”

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, your body almost paralyzed with fear. You knew who he was, of course you did. He was the one who helped blew up that building on the case you were on a month ago. He was the one who ambushed those (kind of sleazy) businessmen on their way to a cartel. He was the one who’s name was whispered in fear and awe on the nations’ streets. He was standing right in front of you, looking… bored?

The man sighed and fiddled with his match. “Hurry it up, hero, I don’t have all day.”

You spoke almost inaudibly. “You’re Icarus.”

He smiled slightly and a chill ran down your spine.

“See? That wasn’t too hard.”

He moved a bit closer to you and leaned down, his heterochromatic eyes almost level with your own. A single gloved hand moved to touch your chin with his thumb and index finger, moving your head from side to side with a feather-light touch. You hoped he couldn’t feel how scared you were, how your body seethed and rejected his very presence.

He finally released your face and you let out a sigh of relief. Icarus removed a single glove and touched his fingers gently to the match. It went out without smoke or a flicker, just a gentle hiss of frozen silence. The room was dark again, and he was moving, knocking on one of the walls.

“Turn on the lights, Red Riot.”

Your eyes widened. Red Riot? Wasn’t he the pro-hero who became a villain after Dynamight? Holy shit, was Dynamight here? Icarus interrupted your train of thought as the lights flickered on almost menacingly. You noted your surroundings carefully, seeing a bed in the corner, a small table, and another chair. The room looked less like a prison and more like a shitty motel suite.

“Do you know why you’re here?” He sat down in a chair across from you, leaning forward with his arms on his thighs and his legs spread slightly.

“I don’t know, Icarus.”

“Heres a hint; it has something to do with your boss.”

“Endeavor?”

You could feel bile rushing up your throat but you swallowed it down. The man before you clenched his jaw rigidly, as if it pained him to hear the name, but returned to normal so quickly you might have imagined it.

“You’re a bright one. Yes, hero, the very same. And do you have any idea on what he’s planning to do, say, sometime in the next six months?”

“I’m not telling you.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

His tone was harsher now and he got out of his chair, moving closer to you again. You felt so small under his scrutiny, yet drawn to him like a moth to a flame, like Icarus himself to the sun.

“You see, I’m the only reason you’re alive. And if you want to keep your pretty little head-“ he circled around behind you- “you will listen to what I say.” His voice was barely a whisper in your ear, and your voice hitched in your throat.

“Do you understand?” He asked, straightening up.

“Yes.”

“Yes, sir.”

This was so goddamn humiliating, like your first day working with Endeavor all over again. With him, it was always a yes, sir, no, sir, please don’t make me work weekends, sir. But you swallowed your pride again and spat it out.

“Yes… sir.”

“A hero that obeys commands, what a find,” he said tauntingly. “But you could stand to lose that attitude.”

You wanted to slap him, to beat him up to the point of him being bruised and bloody and broken and then have him call you sir instead. God, if only you could teleport out of these fucking restraints-

“You’re thinking about using your quirk, correct?” It was like the asshole could read your mind.

“You can’t. Aizawa Sensei took yours away. You know him as Eraser-head.”

Fuck, Eraser-head was here too? All of the biggest villains were gathered here together and you- you could do nothing.

“So I’ll ask you again. What are Endeavor’s plans?”

At that moment, you made yourself a promise; that you would not let Icarus win. Little did you know that you would break that promise a thousand times over.

———-

Two days later:

———-

“Did Endeavor tell you about the attacks?”

“No, sir.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Come on now, you can tell me. I won’t hurt you.”

“...”

“Still no response? No matter, I have time to get it out of you.”

———-

Seven days later:

———-

“Still not talking, hero?

Look at that, the silent treatment.

I never thought an adult could be so petty. Just tell me where I can get more information.

Nothing?

Okay. Eat your soup, I can’t have you dying on me before you start talking.

And hero? You will have to open your mouth sooner or later.”

————

16 days later:

————

“Cut the bullshit, hero. We know he has plans for a big attack sometime during the next six months, so either Deku is wrong, or you are lying to my face. And Deku’s never wrong.”

“Well, I guess he’s wrong this time.”

“Then I guess we’ll return you since this has all just been one big mishap.”

“Really?”

“No. You aren’t the smartest, are you?”

“Maybe my brain will somehow recall something about this totally real attack you think is happening if you give me better food?”

“Don't be a brat, hero. I wouldn’t have gone through all this trouble if I had known you would be so inconvenient.”

“Whatever you say, sir.”

————

20 days later:

————

“Thanks for the bread, sir. It's quite an upgrade for a kidnapped person’s shitty meal.”

“You have low standards, hero.”

“Hey, why do you call me that?”

“What, hero?”

“Yeah. I have a name, you know. It's-“

“I know what your name is.”

“Okay, Jeez. If you knew it, then why not use it? Plus, I’m not even a hero yet. I’m still technically just a shitty sidekick who’s totally blown it on my first solo mission. I’m never going to be a pro at this rate, I might as well just give up.”

“I think you’re good.”

“What?”

“I said, you’re powerful and good at using your quirk. You have a lot of assets and it’s a shame your talent is wasted on Endeavor and the fools at the pro-hero agencies. It was difficult to actually catch you off guard, to get past your guards, to make sure your quirk was out of commission. And we are very strong.”

“Oh. Um, thanks, I guess?”

“Don’t thank me, hero. I’m just stating the obvious.”

————

25 days later:

————

“Why is your name Icarus?”

“It's not my real name.”

“Well no shit, dude. I'm asking why you chose it.”

“Icarus was a boy who followed his father’s instructions perfectly, but the moment he strayed from the path set out for him, he was punished, scalded by the flames of the sun, and cast away. But I think it was worth it for him in the end.”

“Why?”

“Because he was free. Because Icarus flew, and he was able to be his own person, even if it was just for a moment.”

“Do you feel like Icarus?”

“Most of the time I do, yes.”

“Sir?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you think that right now, you’re flying or cast away?”

“At this very moment, I think I am flying.”

“You know what? I think so too.”

————

29 days later:

————

“So what’s your real name, sir?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Why?”

“Classified. Also, I don’t need you to know my name.”

“But you know mine!”

“That's because you’re a prisoner, in case you’ve forgotten. You are almost unnervingly at ease here.”

“I’ve met three people so far and you have all given me no reason to fear.”

“Really? Not even Dynamight?”

“His hair makes me laugh. Plus, I can’t take airheads with overinflated egos seriously.”

“I agree with that assessment wholeheartedly.”

“You agree with my assessment- Sir, you sound like an old man.”

“I’m only three years older than you, you know.”

“Really? But you have all of these wrinkles?”

“I do not have wrinkles.”

“Fine, frown lines then.”

“That makes it sound like I don’t smile.”

“Well, you don’t!”

“It’s hard to find things to smile about.”

“God, you’re such an Edgelord.”

“What do you mean by that? hero, stop laughing.”

“You are definitely an old man.”

————

30 days later:

————

There had been a new development a couple of days ago in the kidnapping situation. You could feel your quirk again, which meant a lot of things. It meant you weren’t here against your will anymore, that you were free to go. Yet you remained. You still stayed in the same room with Icarus checking in on you in the afternoons. However, it had been given furniture- a desk and more comfortable chairs, a small rug on the floor, and thicker blankets. It was almost like you weren’t even a prisoner anymore. You could always leave, you reasoned. You could teleport out of here. Your quirk was back, and yet you stayed.

The other villains had taken a liking to you for reasons beyond your comprehension, but all it meant was that you were never short on company. Dynamight would burst in to complain about how Deku always got the best missions, Red Riot would bring in a deck of cards and the two of you would play go fish or bluff, even Deku would occasionally check up on you and make sure you were comfortable. But your afternoons? They were always set aside for your favorite visitor- Icarus.

...

“You haven’t answered my question about your name yet.”

You were sitting on the cot in your almost room, feet dangling off the edge and swinging back and forth. Icarus was sitting on his chair again, but lazily, with his arms locked behind his head and his legs precariously balanced against the edge of the bed.

“You haven’t answered any of my questions since you got here, so I don’t believe you have a right to complain.”

He was right, of course. He always was. But technically, he was equally at fault in this case. He was the one who sucked at interrogation, so much so that you took pity on his colleagues. They would have to deal with his lack of results.

You weren’t complaining, however. You enjoyed talking to him, looking at him, being in his presence. It was a stupid crush to have, but you didn’t care. He was beautiful to look at, the way his biceps curled behind his head, the lean toughness of his body, the sheer strength he possessed. Your eyes trailed down his sprawling figure, tracing each indent and dip and curve of his skin in your mind.

“Are you finished staring at me?” His words jerked you out of your stupor and you felt heat rushing to your cheeks.

“I-I wasn’t- I didn’t-“ you babbled until he stopped you.

“Don’t worry, it’s only natural to find me… appealing. You haven’t spent time with anyone else for a very long time.”

You almost screamed on the spot, burying your face in your hands. You peeked out between your splayed fingers to look at him, seemingly unbothered save for the slight pink tinge hidden beneath his bangs.

“How can you say things like that, sir?”

“Like what?”

“Uhm, never mind.”

You wanted the ground to swallow you up whole. He was so, so dense, it was a wonder he even noticed you basically eye-fucking him. You felt the cot creak beside you and a slight dip in the weight. Icarus had seated himself beside you on the small bed and was looking at you with eyes full of concern.

“I did not mean to shame you for your gaze, hero.”

He said it gently and kindly. It would be almost romantic if not for the situation you were in. You remained silent, so he continued.

“I believe it is normal for you to feel this way towards someone who has been in such close quarters with you for so long a time. You should be glad that you still have these urges.”

You suppressed a groan. This felt like having the sex talk with your parents all over again. “Sir-“

“-in fact, everyone feels them!”

He was rambling, oh god you needed him to shut up-

“I feel them for you all the time, and I’m completely normal.”

And suddenly, the air changed between you into something charged and heated.

“You… have urges around me?” You wanted to hear him say it again, just once, but he turned away from you, tensing up and rising from his seat awkwardly. His face was stony and his hair covered his eyes like bicolored curtains. There suddenly was space between the two of you, some insurmountable gap that could not be bridged.

“I apologize deeply. I have misspoken.”

“Sir, wait, you don’t have to leave!” You cried out as he made his way to the door.

“But I do. You don’t deserve this treatment, and it is cruel of me to hurt you in this manner.”

And that was when something broke within you, something that had been holding you together this whole time.

“No.”

He turned around, almost scared by the anger in your voice.

“This is when you decide to stop? You have literally kidnapped me, interrogated me, left me in all but isolation, for a fucking month. You took me from everything that I wanted and everyone that I love and yet, and YET, I wanted you. Goddamn it, I still want you. I don’t understand why. So don’t apologize to me for misleading me or whatever bullshit excuse you’ve decided to use as a sheild. Apologize for everything you have done to me, you fucking cunt.”

And then your voice broke and you could feel the tears rushing to your eyes, your vision turning glassy as your chest heaved with sobs. You could feel yourself slipping away, your breaths growing shallow and your body shaking. Why did you stay here? Why didn’t you leave when you could? What was the point, if Icarus didn’t even want you?

And then, suddenly, you felt warm.

Icarus, sir, whoever the fuck he was, was holding you tightly in his arms, head dipped down into the crook of your neck, his arms enveloping you in his warmth. He was your sun. And he could scorch you again and again but you would still be drawn to him.

Your panic died down and you wept for the first time since you arrived. The two of you sank down to the floor, his apologies muttered swiftly and quietly against your skin. You were in his lap now, your body curled up into a ball in his embrace, one of his palms cupping your face. He turned you slightly towards him.

His eyes were wet too, but only slightly, and his fingers were thumbing at the tears on your cheeks. One of them got close to the corner of your mouth and slowly but surely, with almost childlike fascination, he pushed the tip of it in. Your tongue ran along the edges of it, the salty taste leaving you wanting more.

And slowly, Icarus leaned forward, his lovely face the closest you had ever been to him. He removed his finger from your mouth and kissed you instead, gently, and then all at once.

It was a furious kiss, on that burned and heated a cold room. You could feel teeth and tongue and hot tears, a clashing finale of a kiss. It was against your lips that he murmured his name.

“My name is Todoroki Shouto.”

He said it softly, leaving your lips to place open-mouthed kisses on your neck that left you moaning and had wetness pooling between your legs. But suddenly, your eyes snapped open.

“Todoroki? As in-“

He kissed you again to silence as you felt the questions racing through your head. Endeavor was Todoroki Enji, right? But he had never mentioned having kids to you? Was Shouto lying to you? Why did he want to destroy his father? And how were you-

“Shh.” Shouto tapped his forehead to yours. “Let me take care of you.”

Fuck it. The questions could wait.

Shouto reached down to pull off your shirt and groaned at the sight of you. He looked at you in wonder.

“You- hero, you make me feel like I’m on fire.” He said it with such sincerity that you nearly cried again were it not for his palming of your breasts, his burning fingertips tweaking your nipples and making you whimper slightly.

“I am so sorry. I’m sorry for everything I put you through-“ you were placed on the bed- “I’m sorry for taking you away-“ He was kneeling, fucking kneeling, between your legs- “but most of all-“ fuck, he placed hot kisses on your stomach as he pulled your pants down-

“I’m sorry I didn’t have the courage to do this sooner.”

And with that, his tongue was lapping at you through your panties, new ones that the villains had provided for you, with reckless abandon. Your hands tugged at his hair and you heard his hum of a chuckle as a vibration on your pussy. There was pressure, so much pressure from him against you, like nothing you had felt before, and when he finally pushed your panties aside, they were soaking wet.

Shouto looked up at you for a moment, meeting your gaze with his own, eyes sparkling with desire. And then, without a word, He pressed a small kiss to your clit that had you jolt slightly before he dove in. He had you moaning within seconds, his tongue lapping at your folds before swirling around your clit. You felt yourself reaching a climax- it was too good and too fast and too much and- Shouto pushed a finger inside you and crooked it slightly and you began humping your hips upwards as he nursed at your clit. Your climax was swift and powerful, but he didn’t move throughout it. Even as you came down from your high, his mouth planted on you and his finger gently pumped in and out. Shouto added one more easily, and you swore you saw stars when he began thrusting. He fucked you with his fingers, marveling at your reactions, the sounds you made, your pussy pulling him in.

“Fuck, hero, you’re so wet. Is this all for me? Have you gotten off to me fucking you like this in this bed?”

You moaned loudly and Shouto removed his fingers, leaving you feeling empty. There was a dark look in his eyes that you remembered from the first day you arrived.

“Answer me, hero.”

You nodded your head slightly, but that wasn’t enough for him. He rose to his feet and without warning, he smacked your clit. You squealed loudly from the stimulation, the pain turning into pleasure quickly. His palm was cold as ice, and you squirmed dumbly against his touch.

“Answer the question.”

“Yes, yes, sir, I’ve thought about you fucking me everywhere in this room-“

Shouto’s palm reverted back to his normal temperature and you sighed with relief as he cupped your pussy and rubbed it gently.

“What a good, slutty, hero. Have you touched yourself when you think about me?”

You blushed slightly and hid your face behind your hands. God, this was embarrassing. Of course you had gotten off to the thought of him, but to say it out loud was a different feeling altogether.

You took too long and Shouto spanked your clit again. You let out a shriek and tried to wriggle away from him, but he just pulled you closer.

“I want to see your face, doll.” You whimpered at the new pet name. “Now, have you touched yourself when you think about me?”

“Y-yes sir-”

“Y-yes s-sir-‘ so shy for someone who wants a villain to fuck your hero pussy into behaving.” he palmed himself over his trousers, letting out a little huff of pleasure. “I want to, shit, want to fucking ruin you.”

Shouto pulled you to him as your hips thrust desperately against the air.

“Yes sir! Want you to fuck me, want you inside me-“

He groaned and humped into you, the metal of his belt buckle catching against your clit and making you flinch with overstimulation. Shouto noticed and pulled you closer as he stood at the side of the bed, your back flat against the mattress and your hips arched upwards to meet his bulge. He rutted into you again, forcing your pussy to kiss the metal of the buckle once more. You felt your body seizing up, your orgasm building inside you, and Shouto, with a sadistic gleam in his eyes, pressed his buckle harder against you.

The longer it stayed there, the more it heated up, almost more pain than pleasure, until Shouto wrapped your legs around his waist and thrust against you. There was a wet patch on his pants and you kept shrinking away from the burning hot metal that teased at your clit.

“You have no idea what you do to me, fucking hell-” He managed to spit out, “I’m not even inside you and you’re dripping all over me like a bitch in heat-”

He continued to hump you roughly, each time more forceful than the last until you came loudly as Shouto pushed your body into the belt buckle. “No more, Shouto, please, no more- its too much-”

“Too much for you already, hero? I haven’t even come yet. And you- how many times have you reached your climax today?”

You almost screamed with frustration- how were you supposed to know, you didn't fucking keep track-

“I can tell you, brat.” He grabbed your waist and flipped you easily onto your stomach. You were completely exposed to him now, unable to see his face, out of control entirely.

“You have come three fucking times. That doesn’t feel very fair to me, does it? Do you want my cum inside you?”

You buried your face into your pillow, and he pushed down slightly on your lower back, creating an arch. You startled when he teased his cockhead against the surface of your pussy, wetness coating his dick.

“Shouto, I want your cum-”

His palm came down hard on your asscheek, forcing a gasp out of you as he rubbed it softly with his palms. He leaned closer towards you, his voice whispering in your ear.

“Then beg.”

And, with your voice muffled by the pillow, you followed his orders.

“Sir, fuck me, please, please- I need you inside me, I need you to cum for me, please- Shouto, Daddy-“

Your begging got cut off by him thrusting into you. You screamed and he shushed you gently, holding your hand with his own. “Do you think you can take the rest of it?”

The rest of it? There was more? You looked over your shoulder and nearly passed out. You had barely taken half of his length and you were already completely filled up. But… you wanted to feel him, all of him, so you muttered a soft “yes.”

“Okay, baby, take it easy…” he eased a couple more inches into you before you tightened up, your pussy clenching and back arching as he slid in. “Oh fuck,” Shouto groaned. “Do that one more time and I won’t be able to hold back.”

And of course, you grinned. And proceeded to clench yourself around his length again.

Shouto nearly growled. “I warned you, hero.”

And then, he thrust into you. Hard. And he kept going, pumping in and out of your body like a machine, his thumb rubbing against your clit and his other hand on your leg. You are screaming and crying and babbling on about how good his cock is, how good you felt, how this is what you wanted. And Shouto? The cocky bastard was gloating.

“Look at you, such a good slut on my cock. Are you crying? God, thats so fucking hot. I’ve got a cute little hero crying on my dick. I know you can use your quirk now, Hero, I know Aizawa sensei returned it to you. Did you stay because you wanted me to fuck you like this? Did you want to be corrupted?”

“Yes,” you’re almost incoherent, “yes, ruin me, make me a villain, I wanna be a villain!”

Shouto slows his pace for a moment. “You would leave Endeavor? Leave the agency?”

“Yes, I would, Shouto, fuck, anything for you-”

He slapped the inside of your thigh before resuming his pace again. You had never felt so full before, his dick reaching places within you that you didn’t even know existed. His palms gripped the sides of your hips so tightly you thought you might bruise, tiny burn marks already forming in the place of his fingertips. You were close, so close, your tears and drool spilling over your pillow and your body limp and helpless before him. Shouto felt you clenching around him, completely spent.

“Do you want to cum again? What a greedy pussy you have, hero, a needy little cumdump.”

You couldnt get words out, croaking out your mumbled yeses and nodding your head vigorously. He pounded even harder into you and reached around your thighs to your clit, rubbing it in tiny circles as he fucked you. You could feel your climax building for the fourth time and you twitched pathetically beneath him. Finally, Shouto pinched your clit slightly and you came with a wail of his name.

He fucked you through your orgasm, but he was slower now, his strokes hitting you deeper than before.

“Do, fuck- do you want me to cum in your pretty pussy?”

Shouto was hunched over you, his head resting on your back and his arms caging you in so that he was all that surrounded you. His breath came out in cold pants and his thrusts got more and more erratic as he neared his own climax.

“Please, I need you to want this, I need you- shit, I...” You could hear the desperation in his voice, how he yearned for you, and you the words fell out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“Yes, Daddy! Want you to come inside, fucking breed me-”

“Oh fuck, Y/n-”

And then Shouto came with a groan, his cum splattering your insides with warmth. He pressed kisses to your spine, trailing his fingers down your arms as he turned you to the side. He didn’t pull out of you as he did so, causing you to groan slightly. Finally, he released you and gently removed his dick from where you were connected. Some of his cum oozed out and he pushed it back in with his fingers, trapping his seed within you forever.

The pair of you laid together side by side for a moment, Shouto’s fingers tracing your body with slow, lingering touches as if he was afraid you would shatter the moment he pressed too hard.

You were the one who broke the silence. “ You said my real name.”

“I did. I love your name, Y/n. It just felt... wrong to say it when you were my prisoner. It was easier to distance myself from you if I just thought of you as a random hero. But you’re more than that now.”

You stared straight into his eyes, your hands reaching up to run gently through his silky hair. “I’m not leaving, Shouto. I’m never leaving this place. And I’m not just staying for you- I like it here. The villains like me, and they respect me. You aren’t bad people- if anything, the rest of the world has been far worse than anything or anyone I’ve faced here. It feels like I’m finally home.”

Shouto gathered you into his arms and pressed you tightly to his side. “You will be mine now,” he said almost matter-of-factly.

“And you will be mine as well.” You planted a small kiss to his nose that made his eyelids flutter and a slight blush crawl onto his cheeks.

“You deserve the world, Y/n,” he said hesitantly. “And I am not even close to being good enough for you.”

Shouto’s eyes were downcast and you could see the doubt creeping in. You gently pressed your fingers to his furrowed brows and soothed the wrinkles away. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” He asked.

“Put yourself down. You are more than enough for me. And Shouto? I don’t need the world. I already reached my sun.”

He smiled at you then, with no underlying malice, no undertone of darkness. It was blinding. Goddamn it, you would do anything to see that smile for the rest of your life.

“That was terribly cheesy, Y/n.”

“Shut up, Shouto.”

He kissed you, and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach fluttering up a storm. Todoroki Shouto was your sun, and you were his. And even if you both melted away under your flames, it would have been worth the loss.

-Bonus-

2 weeks later:

“So, uhm, Y/n, Todoroki, we were reviewing the footage from Y/n’s old room the other day. While we’re all happy you two are *ahem* together now, maybe you can display your... appreciation for one another in a more private place?” Kirishima was blushing profusely and refused to meet your eyes. Suddenly, it clicked for you.

“WE WERE BEING RECORDED?”

“And?”

“SHOUTO!”

“Ah yes, how horrible and violating, I feel as though I have been exposed indecently without my permission for the perverted public to see. They will be unable to contain themselves when faced with my immeasurably sexy figure.”

“You are NOT being helpful.”

“I beg to differ, Y/n. Kirishima, is there any way you can send me a copy of the tape-”

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A/N: I hope you like this and please let me know if I should do a villain!UA series because I only write under the influence of peer pressure. 

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Meeting Tom Hiddleston

Summary: Meeting Tom Hiddleston for the first time! (A girl can dream...)

Word Count: 3502 words

Warnings: Smut

The line moved slowly. You were already waiting for a very long time, but it would definitely be worth it. Luckily, you were not alone. Your best friends Eline and John were with you, who happened to be in a relationship with each other. This was your fist time at comic con, since none of your other friends ever wanted to go. And you were extremely nervous to see your favourite actor in real life. Finally, the line moved a few paces. The more the line moved the more nervous you got. You were about to be eye to eye with him. With possibly the most charming and handsome men on the planet.

You were wondering if he would be in a good mood, or would pretend to be in a good mood. He had been giving out autographs for a few hours. Since your friends wanted to go to another panel first, you barely made it in time to stand in line. You had thought long and hard about what you wanted him to sign. Eventually you decided on a book about Loki, which you have read quite a few times. It was not about the Loki that he played, the Marvel version, but the one from the Norse mythology. Your thoughts were disturbed when Eline let out a little shriek. ‘I can’t believe we’re finally going to meet him!’ she said excited. The two of you had planned this a few years back, when you both discovered that you were massive Loki fans. The deal was, if Tom Hiddleston ever came to your country, the two of you would go.

‘Oh my god, I’m so nervous. I don’t know what to say’ you replied. From the moment you had tickets to this event you were thinking about what to tell him. Everything you came up with sounded like a cliché, and he sure would be tired to hear the same thing for the hundredth time today. After some sleepless nights and driving yourself crazy, you thought you would come up with it while waiting in line. Well, you couldn’t be more wrong. Now that you were standing in line, you had forgotten every series and every movie you had ever seen him in. You knew he was your favourite actor, but why that exactly was you couldn’t explain if your life depended on it.

The line moved along again and you were now next in line. The two girls before you were giggling loudly and you heard Tom chuckling. You started to feel overwhelmed and thought about backing out. ‘(Y/N), relax. It will be fine’ John encouraged you. ‘I don’t do well with first impressions and if I screw this up I will never be able to sleep’ you argued. Your friend just laughed at you. The three of you had have this argument about a million times when you discovered that you would meet Tom. The girls before you left and now you stood eye to eye to Tom Hiddleston. He made eye contact with you and your mind just lost it. You froze in your spot. John laid a hand on your shoulder and whispered to you ‘This is the part where we walk towards him’. From his tone you heard that he was quite amused by your state and you felt like you had embarrassed yourself already.

The three of you walked towards the table. ‘Hello there’ Tom greeted you. Your friends immediately greeted him back and started to introduce themselves. ‘.. and this is (Y/N)’ you heard Eline say. ‘Nice to meet you (Y/N)’ Tom said to you. God that voice was going to be the death of you. ‘What can I do for you today’ he continued. Your two friends gave him each a Loki funkopop to sign and after that you handed him the book. He eyed the book and looked at you. ‘Have you read it?’ he asked you. When he saw your questioning face he just laughed to himself ‘Sorry, of course you have. Stupid question’. Out of nervousness you laughed too ‘No, stupid questions don’t exist right?’ ‘I have read the book, one of my favourites actually’ you explained. ‘From all the books and stories, I’ve read about Loki, I quite agree’ he told you. ‘So, who do you like better MCU Loki or Norse Mythology Loki?’ he asked you. ‘Not to be insulting, but Norse Mythology Loki, actually’ you said, hoping he didn’t notice the blush on your cheeks. His face looked amused and you saw a twinkle in his eyes that confirmed your suspicion, that Tom and your all-time favourite trickster shared some qualities. ‘And why is that?’ he asked in his low voice while leaning a bit more forward.

‘Well, the Loki from Norse Mythology wouldn’t be stupid enough to try and kill Thanos with a butter knife’ you replied. You were shocked to hear yourself say that. The words had left your mouth before you even registered what was happening. Like you said, you really weren’t good in first impressions. You heard your friends laugh beside you. You were relieved when you heard Tom laugh also. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you’ you quickly added. ‘You didn’t, darling’ he said. Great, if the blush on your cheeks wasn’t obvious, it sure would be now. ‘But remember, Loki does everything for a reason’ he said and gave you a wink. ‘I hope he does, I’m really excited for the series’ you said as steady as you could. Hoping you didn’t show how much that one wink effected you. ‘Glad to hear you say that. Do you want me to sign the cover or the inside?’ he asked you. A bit disappointed that after he signed it and you left this meeting, you would never see or speak to him again. ‘Inside, please’ you replied. Tom wrote something inside, but cut of the view with his arm. He closed the book and handed it back to you. ‘Best not to read it with your boyfriend standing next to you’ he said while handing it back to you.

Eline immediately grabbed John and pulled him closer. ‘Actually, John is my boyfriend. (Y/N) is single’ she said. The meaning behind her words couldn’t have been more obvious. If you could, you would have fainted right there and then, just to escape this embarrassment. You shot her an I’m-going-to-kill-you-for-this-look, but her look said that you would have done the same in her situation. And who were you kidding, you would have. ‘Really?’  Tom asked. The tone of his voice made your knees weak. ‘’Yeah, still wating for prince charming on his white horse, I guess’ you chuckled, not knowing how to respond to this. ‘Not for a skilled sorcerer with a God complex? Tom replied teasingly. ‘If Loki really existed I would take that chance’ you replied in all honesty. At this point the security guard behind Tom cleared his throat. ‘Mr. Hiddleston, we need to get going’ he said. Tom nodded at the security guard before turning his attention back to you. ‘Unfortunately, that is my que to get going. But I would love to explain to you why Loki tries to stab people with butter knifes. If you like?’ he said to you. You nodded quickly, more time with Tom was not something you would turn down. ‘Yes’ you said a bit too enthusiastic. Tom just laughed a little at your energetic reaction. He grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down the address and room number of his hotel ‘Here is the place I’m staying. Let’s say around 10pm if that’s not too late? I think it’s going to be a long day today. We can have a drink and talk more’ he said to you. ‘Your friends are more then welcome to join if they want’ he quickly added. You smiled at him ‘Sure, see you tonight’ you said. With that the three of you left and Tom got up to go to his next event.

‘Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god’ your friend started to chant once the three of you were in the main hall. ‘I can’t believe that he asked you out!’ she exclaimed. You furrowed your brows ‘Look, I can’t believe either that he wants to spend more time with me. But it isn’t a date. I’m not going alone, you two will be there as well’ you answered. Your friend shot each other a look before the shifted their focus back on you. ‘You’re going alone’ the said simultaneously. ‘What? How about you two come with me for moral support like good friends are supposed to do?’ you asked them. ‘We are making you go alone so you can have some time with your all-favourite actor. Who knows what will happen when you two are alone’ John said to you. ‘That is what good friends are supposed to do’ Eline added with a smile. And you knew it didn’t matter how much you argued, you were going and you were going alone. 

The day passed and you had a blast with your friends. The nerves within you were building up about tonight tough. At the end of the day, you and Eline went shopping for an outfit for tonight. She insisted that you wore a dress, but you had successfully declined that. Dresses weren’t really much your thing and you didn’t want Tom to think that you were expecting or trying something. After all, it was just a talk about Loki, a drink and he even had invited your friends. Eventually, you found a pair of black jeans and a dark green t-shirt. It was a bit Loki styled, but your friend assured you that Tom would appreciate that.

In the evening => You got out of the cab and were more nervous when you saw the luxury of the hotel. Maybe you were a bit underdressed you thought. After a few deep breaths you mastered the courage to walk into the hotel. The man behind the desk eyed you and asked if he could do anything to help you. You knew that he was really asking what the hell you were doing here. You told him that you came to visit Tom in room 325. After a quick phone call, he smiled politely at you, explained how to get there, and told you to have a nice evening. You got into the elevator and pressed the button for the third floor. You took a few more deep breaths. Maybe you should have brought something you started to contemplate. Why hadn’t you thought about that before? When the elevator reached the floor, your breath hitched when Tom was standing suddenly in front of you. Amused by your reaction he greeted you politely. To your shock he even hugged you once you were out of the elevator. ‘Are you alone?’ he asked you while walking towards his hotel room. ‘Yeah, my friends rather wanted a quiet night alone’ you lied to him. I mean, you couldn’t possibly tell him why you were here alone. ‘That just means we have the chance to get each other better’ Tom replied.

Tom’s hotel room was pretty big. It was still a simple hotel room but he had a large sitting area with comfy couch and a tv. He told you to make yourself at home, so you sat down on the couch. ‘Sorry, I didn’t think to bring something’ you said to him. He just told you that you didn’t had to bring something. He asked you what you wanted to drink. Luckily for you he had wine, maybe alcohol would calm your nerves a bit. He poured two classes of red wine and sat next to you on the couch. You noticed that he sat fairly close to you. Something you both love and hated at the moment. ‘I like the colours you’re wearing, very Loki-like’ he said to you. ‘Thanks’ you blushed, not knowing how to take this compliment. Luckily, Tom changed the subject about Loki and the Marvel Universe. After some time, your nerves calmed down and you actually had a blast. It was fun to talk to Tom about Loki, hobby’s, and he even took an interest is your life. When Tom handed you a glass with only a little wine in it he said ‘Sorry, I’m afraid that the second bottle is already gone’. You were shocked ‘The SECOND?’  you asked him. He just laughed at you ‘Time flies when you’re having fun I guess’. That is when you looked at the clock. It was past 1 o’clock at night. ‘Oh shoot, it’s already late. Sorry. I should go’ you stammered a bit. ‘No apologies, I’ve had a great time. And do you really think I’m letting a woman go home alone at this time at night?’ he said while raising his eyebrow.

‘Assuming from your tone, I guess not?’ you replied. ‘You’re staying here. You can have the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch if you want to. But I’m not letting you travel alone at this time’ he said. You saw him think over his words ‘I mean, if you really want I will take you home. I don’t want you to feel forced to stay here’ he added. You already heard your friends voice in your head telling you what an idiot you were if you actually went home right now. And to be honest, you didn’t want to go home. Things with Tom felt naturally. ‘If you don’t mine I’d like to stay for the night’ you said and immediately saw Tom’s face lit up. ‘But either we sleep both in the bed or I’ll sleep on the couch. I’m not having you sleep on the couch in your own room’ you added. It was a bold move, but the alcohol made you forget all your nerves. Tom just gave you a wide grin ‘Bed it is’ he said to you. The two of you talked and laughed more and eventually finished the wine. Tom had put his arm on the armrest around you and you sat to face him. The two of you sat really close to each other. When you put down the glass you looked in his eyes. He met your gaze and there was a long silence. His hand cupped your cheek and he leaned in ‘Can I?’ he asked while maintaining eye contact. ‘Yes’ you replied to give him your consent. You felt his lips on your, it was soft and he kissed you slowly.

When you kissed him back the kissing got more heated. Tom grabbed your waist to pull you closer and you laid your hands around his neck. After a make out session that made you feel like you were a teenager again, he broke the kiss. ‘Should we go to the bedroom?’ he asked you while catching his breath. You nodded and he laughed at you. He got up and stretched out his hand for you to take. You took his hand and he led you to his bedroom. When you entered he closed the door behind you. He immediately starting to kiss you again while walking you back to the giant bed. While you were walking you started to undo the many buttons of his white shirt. Once they were all unbuttoned, your hands roamed his chest and his abbs. You felt Tom slightly moan at your touch. He pulled the shirt of himself and you felt the back of your legs against the bed. Tom laid you down gently and grabbed the hem of your shirt. You moved your arms up so he could take it off you. For a moment he froze and eyed the sight of you laying underneath him on the bed in your bra. You chuckled at his reaction and pulled him closer for a kiss.

You undid his belt and opened his pants. He slides his pants down and was now laying on top of you in nothing but his underwear. You clearly felt his erection against your core, making you more wet. Tom unhooked your bra and started to kiss down your neck. When he reaches your breasts, he took his time. He started to kiss them, bite them, and roll his tongue around your nipples. Your nipples hardened and you moaned shamelessly from his actions. Once he was satisfied he trailed his kissing downwards. He reached the top of your pants. He looked up to make eye contact with you, while he undid the button of your pants. He hooked his fingers from the top and pulled your pants and underwear down simultaneously. ‘I wanted to do this the first moment I saw you’ he said to you. His tongue was circling your clit, but his eyes never left your gaze. The sight of Tom between your thighs looking at you was adding to the intensity of the pleasure he was giving you. When you were starting to pant from his tongue you saw him smile.

He trailed his kissing back upward and reached your mouth. You could taste yourself on him, which was adding to your lust. You took charge and moved so Tom was on his back. You slowly trailed his underwear down and he shuddered in anticipation. He quickly pulled open his nightstand and grabbed a condom. He handed it to you. You grabbed his hardened cock and he moaned immediately when you touched it. Slowly you started to move your wrist up and down and Tom was bucking his hips to create more friction. After some time, Tom was all worked up ‘Please (Y/N), ride me’ he begged you. You opened the condom package with your teeth and slowly put the condom around his cock. You startled his legs, grabbed his cock, and slowly let him enter you. You started out the same slow pace when you teased him with your hand. Tom grabbed your hips to increase the pace. You leaned downwards to kiss his neck and discovered his sweet spot. When you kissed the crook of his neck he almost yelled. ‘Oh god (Y/N)’ he said loudly. You were still riding him and gasping for air. He hit all the right spots and it felt so good to have him inside of you. You felt his hands trail down to your lower back and he carefully laid you on your back.

He was on top of you and thrusting faster inside of you. He tried the kiss you but the two of your were moaning uncontrollably. At this point you were more breathing each other in then actually kissing, but you loved every second of it. The way his breath felt on your skin, his lips ghosting over yours and his tongue occasionally sliding in your mouth. Suddenly a wave of pleasure flooded over you and you came hard crying out his name ‘O god Tom!’ you screamed. You laughed when you saw the smug look on his face. You grabbed his ass and squeezed it. He began to moan out loud again. His thrusts were getting wilder and you knew he was close. After a few more thrusts he thrusted one more time as deep as he could. He grunted loudly and stayed in that position for a few seconds. After that he collapsed on top of you, but supported himself a bit to make sure he didn’t crush you. Once he caught his breath he moved to his side of the bed. He went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and after that you went to clean yourself. When you came back Tom laid in bed, waiting for you with a large grin on his face.

You crawled into the bed and he immediately pulled you close to him. The two of you cuddled in silence for a while and you felt yourself become sleepy. ‘So, what are your plans tomorrow?’ he asked you. ‘I am going with my friends to a museum, then some sightseeing and at the night we grab a bit to eat and go out you replied. ‘What are you going to do?’ you asked. He sighed loudly ‘Oh, well. I fly back in three days and in the meantime I have time to kill, but don’t know anybody here. It sure would be lovely to spend a day like that in your company’ he said a bit too obvious while pulling you close. ‘Are you trying to invite yourself?’ you giggled. ‘Hm.. maybe I am. Would you mind that?’ he asked you. ‘No, you are more then welcome to join us. I just thought that after tonight you maybe didn’t want to’ you replied. His face nuzzled in the crook of your neck ‘Darling, the first thing I’m going to do tomorrow is ask your phone number, because I really like to see you again’ he whispered. And with that you fell asleep.

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Protection Forever - William Lennox

Lennox x Reader

Description: Running into an old flame at the worst possible time.

Warning: nah. Bad writing? Kinda. Unedited because I was excited. I’ll not when it’s been fixed. Somethings may not be fully aligned with the movie but I tried 😩

Word count: 2500+

Dedicated to @merakiaes hey fren!

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You were an EMT.

The two of you pulled up to meet with the other Autobots, you exiting the vehicle before he transformed. You were in awe as he and the rest of the cars all changed.

The biggest one, their leader, gave a rundown of everything that was happening once he confirmed Sam’s identity. This was just a recap for you as Ratchet had already explained. The teenage boy just stood there stuttering not really knowing how to process everything and you frowned again. That was when you really took notice of two teens just standing there. Having known what was expected of Sam Witwicky you frowned slightly.

“I don’t know about this Ratchet, he’s just kid.” You commented to the alien you had formed a quick bond with.

“And who might you be?” The one called Optimus inquired.

You gave him your name before the other yellow autobot, who you’d later learned was Bumble Bee, uttered something through his radio. It was hard for you to hear but the other robots seemed to be use to it as Ratchet responded immediately.

“The human. I like her.” Ratchet sounding irritated.

Bumblebee made another comment and right before Ratchet could respond one of the others chimed in.

“Wait why do they get humans?” Jazz asked incredulously. “I want one too!”

“Enough! Humans are not pets.” The one call Optimus Prime stated sternly, clearly tired of their bickering. You held your laugh, highly amused.

They were like siblings. A family.

“Exactly I’m just here to help and be a better tour guide than these kids can be.” You confirmed practically forcing your services on them. “Besides they need adult supervision. From the looks of it, you all do.” You grinned at everyone around you. Optimus gave a nod, agreeing.

“She stays. Let’s move.”

In that short amount of time things moved rather quickly. You watched the Autobots accidentally destroy Sam’s backyard when attempting to retrieve the glasses, you were all arrested, you escaped thanks to the Autobots, only to be arrested again.

Fail.

Finally you ended it some secret base. How get you weren’t alone. The government had apparently been on a roll with kidnapping civilians who “knew too much “.

Things weren’t going great but quickly went left when the Decepticons, the Autobot rivals, came to retrieve Megatron.

A war from another planet had officially made Earth its battleground.

You were nervous, trying to figure out how to calm everything down before things started to escalate. Nobody was going to get anywhere with all the bickering. That’s when you saw him.

It had been what? Two years?

Still, without even knowing it, without even knowing you were present, he was still able to make your heart be slow and fast at the same time. The army had aged him, but for the better making him all the more attractive but you couldn’t focus on that right now. Especially when you heard:

“The cryogenic system is failing! We're losing NBE One!”

All the soldiers begin to pack everything that they could to prepare in a fight the way they always did. It was an mirable the way Linux game orders in his men took them without a second thought. The trust there.

“That’s good. Get all the ammo you got.”

“Everything you can carry. Bring it.”

Tearing your eyes away from your former lover you grab Sam.

“Come on, we need Bee.” You reminded him, nodding in Simmons direction

“You got to take me to my car.” Sam said, then repeated when he was ignored. “You have to take me to my car. He’s gonna know what to do with the Cube.”

“Your car? It's confiscated.”

“Then unconfiscate it.” You stared blankly.

“We do not know what will happen if we let it near this thing! -“

“You don't know.”

“Maybe you know, but I don't know.”

You rolled your eyes at the insufferable mans rambling.

This was really was more about ego who was in control more than anything. The guy running the ship, clearly was on a power trip. Unfortunately for him he was facing off against soldiers . The Captain who’s eyes you could feel staring at the side of your face.

A Captain and his soldiers. Ones that really dont like to lose and take serving their country seriously.

The guy who arrested you earlier continue to argue with Sam about getting him back to bumblebee when Lennox finally pulled out his gun sick of the back-and-forth.

“Take him to his car!”

As soon as he did so all hell broke loose and everyone from both parties pulled out a weapon.

“Drop it!”

It wasn’t until One of the sector seven agents pointed a gun at the back of Will’s head that you disable to another agent and took his gun and pointed it directly and held it directly at the one pointing the gun at your ex.

“I really wouldn’t.” You warned.

You were no soldier, but Will have taught you plenty before you broke up. So did your brother, before he passed away. He actually served alongside Will but died in combat. Biking. That’s part of why you were so hurt when Will re-enlisted. When he got promoted to Captain and chose the army over you. You were terrified of losing him the way you lost your brother. The break up wasn’t that messy but you both said things you didn’t mean. In attempts to mask your own pain and hurt one another.

You know. Hurt people, hurt people.

It’s still came to no surprise that you put a bullet in someone to protect him. Together or not you’d never let anything happen to him.

“I'm ordering you under S-Seven executive jurisdiction-“ Simmons ranted.

“S-Seven don't exist.” You interjected, earning a quick appreciative glance from Will.

“Right. And we don’t take orders from people that don’t exist.”

“I’m gonna count to 5. Okay-“ Simmons attempted to threat yet again.

“Well, I’m gonna count to three.” Will deadpanned.

You knew that look. God did you know that look and it was so wrong that you were so turned on.

Finally the Secretary of defense interfered telling Simmons to do what was being asked of him. Everyone relaxed slight, weapons lowering.

“Y/n,”

“Captain.”

The Captain and couldn’t help but watch you how do you get up and prepare to go.

“So that’s her huh?” Epps commented as Will watched you run off with Sam.

“Yeah..” Will answered, mind racing.

While he knew he’d eventually see you again, he didn’t think it would be like this. You looked breath taking.

“Damn. Shorty had your back that entire time.”

“Gear up,”

“What I’m just saying I thought she was gonna put a cap in his.” Epps shouted after his Captain receiving no response.

Will knew you had his back, you always would, the same way he would always have yours. He thought of you often, the break up between two inescapable, never feeling like he did the right thing. You were always not too far from the front of his mind. Him wondering how you were doing. If you were happy. If you found somebody else. There was no doubt he regretted what had transpired between the two of you. It was his fault. He knew that. You knew that. He had ample opportunity to fight for you and he didn’t. When he was promoted Captain he felt he had to choose between you and the army. He didn’t choose you the way he should’ve. In reality he could’ve had both. However hr so caught up proven himself to his deadbeat dad that he possibly let the best thing that ever happened to him go.

Not to mention trying to atone for your brothers death. It wasn’t his fault, but he still couldn’t shake it. So without talking to you he reenlisted. Needless to say where that got him.

Now hear the both of you were in the middle of an alien war. Yeah. This is the last place he thought he’d see you.

You were numb. The battle on the highway enough to freak you out. For mommy, just a moment you thought this might be a dream but no. This is all very real. One minute you guys were just entering the city trying to lay low, next thing you know - BOOM! The explosion knocked all of you over, injuring some, killing a few. Bumblebee’s legs were partially blown off.

Getting up off the pavement you waited for the ringing in your ear to subside as you stood up, trying to study yourself when you felt a pair of arms hold you still.

You knew it was Will just by the way he touched you, you blinked hard trying not to go down memory lane.

“Are you okay?” The concern in his voice was enough to make your heart skip a bear.

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly. “Yeah I’m fine.”

Slowly you removed yourself from his grip and went to check on Sam and Mikaela. Ratchet on the other hand -

“Hmm. His pheromone levels are-“ you quickly turned on him and glared.

“Ratchet I’ll turn you into a can opener if you don’t shut the hell up.”

The robot nearly held his hands up in the surrendering position as he followed you. Will had arranged an aircraft to pick up Sam and the cube while everyone else defended themselves against the deceptive cons in a hurry to get the cube far far away before Megatron arrived. Sam was in a panic and so Michaela, you could see Will’s short fuse getting ready to exploded. It was then you decided to be an escort.

“Sam, you can’t do this alone.” Michaela fussed.

“He won’t be alone.” You commented, causing all parties involved to look at you.

“I’m going with you.” You declared.

“No.” Will didn’t even hesitated as he stepped closer to you.

“Captain Lennox-“

“No!” You grabbed him by the front of his beer and pushed him back.

“Do you see what going on out there?!” You continued to hold on to him and you yelled at him over there chose. “We’re at a war. One we are extremely ill prepared for. So get your shit together! Sam is my responsibility. I have to get this kid to safety.”

This time your hands slid up the side of his face forcing him to look at you.

“Y/n..” he breathed out leaning down toward you, and for the first time during all this madness you could visibly see he was afraid.

“I’ll be back, Will.” You assured him, briefly resting your forehead against his.

Gathering himself he pulled away, looking toward Sam then back at you.

“Go. Go!”

And then we were running.. With nothing but an M16 strapped to your back and the pistol in your hand, you ran faster than you ever have before.

The four of you were under attack once more, you and Sam doing what you had to, to avoid getting snatched up as a fight Ironhide and Ratchet defended you. Unfortunately you were too close to one of the cars that went up in flames and you were thrown into another car from the blast.

“Y/n!” You could feel the blood on your forehead as you slowly pushed yourself up. As you tried to stand you immediately stopped feeling the pain in your thigh. Looking down could see the damage that had been done. The blood surrounding the afflicted area.

“Wha- what, what do i do?!” Sam asked frantically once he took notice of your injury.

“You gotta keep going Sam. I’ll be fine.”

He stood fo his feet, unsure of what to do. When Ironhide told him the same thing.

“Go!” You screamed once more.

Sam left and continued to run without you as you, as quickly as possible, as you tore your focus away from him to pull the shard of glass in your leg out. Ripping a piece of your shirt off you tightly tied it around your thigh in order to stop the bleeding. There was no point in going forward now but the return back to everyone else and help them fight.

You just had to avoid getting killed in the process.

You seen a car steering wheel, a Mountain Dew vending machine and and Xbox all turn into one of those freaky ass robots right before your eyes. All of which you helped others fight off. It was so surreal. In fact, if it wasn’t for the constant ringing in your ear from all the explosions you definitely think you were dreaming. You almost made it back to Lennox and his men when another Decepticon stood between between you and your destinations. They were definitely taking a beating. You saw Epps shooting a green laser indicating the robot that doubled as a helicopter wasn’t a friendly and decided to do what you could to keep the Decepticon from getting any closer to them and hurting any more civilians. In an attempt to draw it away from everyone else, you begin to fire your weapon giving it everything you had.

Unfortunately, the side effective taking its attention off the others meant putting the attention on you.

You ran trying to duck and dodge a bullets now directed your way.

But Will. Will’s heart dropped. Seeing you there defending yourself alone. His pause was brief, the air forces plan already in motion, before he started the motorcycle and was speeding in your direction.

“William!” You screamed for him fearfully as he drove straight toward the robot.

The only thing you could hear was your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You almost couldn’t breathe, you don’t remember the last time you ever felt so scared in your life. But it wasn’t your life you feared for was it?

He rushed forward and slid under the robot continuing to firing the launcher. All you could do was watch as he drove toward you. Toward the danger your mind wondering if he did that on a regular basis. Was this the life of a soldier? What he went through day after day when he was deployed?

Standing up he only spared the parts of the dismembered robot a glance before shouting and turning looking for you. In a matter of seconds he was standing directly in front of you and pulling you into his arms.

Relief.

There was nothing like physically being about to touch someone, hold someone to really know they were okay.

“So…” you began, suddenly feeling nervous. “...That was hot-“

Before you were able to get another word in, he captured your lips with his kissing you roughly and bringing you closer, hands on the small of your back. You couldn’t help it kiss him back just as fiercely put in every emotion you had into that kiss.

Every ounce of passion he had in body, put into this kiss, your lips just as soft, kiss just as pure as he remembered. When you kissed, he knew he was a goner and could never let you go again.

It has been two years since the last time you guys have been this close. This intimate. Reconnected. The feeling it gave you, the indescribable feeling, was one neither one of you ever wanted to forgo again. Pulling back slowly, you both had smiles on your faces, Will pulling you closer to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“Excuse me,” Epps interrupted.

The both of you turning your attention on him.

“As cute as this shit is it’s highly inappropriate in the middle of the battle. I’m just saying we are trying to stay alive and shit.”

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Oh my fu- I don’t even know what this isssss

Couldn’t tell you what my original ideas was or nothing. I believed this was going to short-

I enjoyed writing it though! Shoutout again to @merakiaes for being on this lennox train with me lol

I’m just....I’m just gonna leave this mess here.

Bye

- Mo

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Tags: @merakiaes @lilythemadqueen

[takerfoxx]

The Owl House, Season 2, Episode 16, "Hollow Mind," First Impressions!

It was all going to come crashing down sooner or later.

This episode has been built up to for months. We all had it circled as a major game-changer that would devastate the characters and fans alike with what it revealed, and it certainly lived up to those expectations.

But what I find interesting on a meta-level is that (almost) everything that did get revealed was already figured out by pretty much everyone back in 2A. We knew that Belos was Philip even before Elsewhere and Elsewhen. We knew that Hunter was a Grimwalker (though after discussing and theorizing what a Grimwalker actually is for so long, it was certainly strange to hear Belos say the word out loud, as previously we only knew it from that one page from his book), that Grimwalkers were magical clones, and Hunter and possibly the previous Golden Guards were all duplicates of Philip Wittebane’s brother (friend? Companion? Conspiracy theorist guy called them brothers, while Belos just said that he was a friend. I suppose this will get cleared up in time) Caleb. These were not surprises.

But see, this episode wasn’t intended to be a big shock to the viewers. The crew left those hints on purpose knowing we would figure them out. This was intended to shock the characters, and man, poor Hunter took it the worst by far.

I mean, it’s like King said. No one wants to find out they’ve been following the wrong guy. Hunter was created and basically groomed to look up to Belos and follow him without question He’s been Belos’s stalwart right hand, psychologically dependent on him. Slowly through this season we’ve seen that devotion waver, be it from forming new friends with Willow and the rest of the team or his relationship with Flapjack (and hey, how about that adorable phone call), but he still remained loyal, desperate to prove his worth.

That has been utterly shattered. He has been forced to confront what Belos is and what he’s all about, and that is a monster. Philip was a witch hunter, an old-school religious bigot who came to the Boiling Isles with Caleb (I’m going to keep referring to his companion as Caleb until this name is proven otherwise) and could not accept the magic as anything other than evil. But the devil is in the details, and like previous episodes the real reveals for the audience are in the background, and in this case the paintings found in Belos’s memories.

Caleb set aside his hatred. Caleb made a life for himself in the Boiling Isles. Caleb fell in love with a witch and even sired a child, but Philip just sank further and further into his hatred, hypocritically seeking out dark powers in order to “fight” wild magic. But when he confronted Caleb, Caleb didn’t turn away from him, but instead reached out to and tried to help him.

And Belos killed him for it. First he went after Caleb's lover, but when Caleb stepped in the way, Philip killed him instead. And he never stopped killing him. Every Grimwalker since has been an attempt to recreate Caleb, but as a “better” version that would go along with his dogmatic madness. But each and every one still had Caleb’s kind heart, and eventually turned against him. Each time he killed them. Each time he made a new one.

(note: I've since been informed of an alternate theory, in that all of this actually takes place in the human realm, that Philip disguised himself as a monster in a [failed] attempt to scare his brother rather than sought out dark powers, and that Caleb's lover banished Philip to the Boiling Isles out of revenge for killing Caleb, further explaining Philip's utter hatred for magic. This makes a lot of sense, though if the theory about the Clawthornes that I discuss below is true, it doesn't explain how they themselves got to the Boiling Isles, or how Philip got the bones of Caleb to make the Grimwalkers)

As for how Belos took power, he turned into a con man, using tricks to try to bring people to his side, destroying their homes and blaming it on wild magic. And those coven glyphs? Yeah, they basically killed the first few test subjects. I know the first Grimwalker said that they were still alive, but Belos pretty much just left them to die. And now those marks are perfected, a kill switch on nearly every subject of the Boiling Isles. The so-called Day of Unity will be a genocidal massacre.

You know, for kids!

But what I find absolutely chilling (you know, in addition to everything else) is Belos’s reaction to it all. He wasn’t at all surprised to se Luz and Hunter there. In fact, he so easily used them. You know, one would have thought that this show would have taught me to sympathize with the thing presented as a monster and suspect the thing presented as an innocent, especially somewhere in Belos’s mind. He used them to basically just clean house on all the souls of the Palismans that he absorbed like the monster he is.

But even more to the point, he recognized Luz. He probably figured out what Luzara and her aunt’s deal was and was waiting for them. He probably knew what would eventually happen with Lilith when he made her head of his coven. He’s ten steps ahead of everybody!

Belos is honestly terrifying, as he merges two classic villain archetypes. For one, he’s the fantastical type, the evil overlord, the supervillain, the wicked sorcerer, the mad scientist, the one with the intimidating appearance and scary powers and massive fortress and fanatical armies and grand designs. If this was a musical, then he’d get a killer villain song, probably something with a pipe organ. We all love these kinds, because as evil as they are, they are very much not someone any of us will ever meet.

But he is also the much more believable kind. The bigot. The religious fanatic. The manipulator. The abuser. People that are very much real, that have ruined actual lives, that have convinced themselves that they are the ones in the right. We see people like this all of the time, these days even moreso. This sort of villain really hits close to home.

And now Hunter has finally seen all of this, has been finally had the truth laid bare…and it utterly broke him. That poor, poor kid. Everything he’s ever believed has turned out to be a terrible lie, the good guys are actually the bad guys, and the bad guys are the victims. Kind of have to admit, I went through something similar myself a few years back. It wasn’t nearly so traumatic or dramatic, but there are parallels.

But at least Hunter will have people ready to help him. I mean, Willow and the rest of his team are already his friends, Flapjack will forever have his back, Luz is there, Eda is there, and then there are the rebellious coven heads.

Well, well, well. We already knew that Raine and Darius were working together to bring down Belos, but Eberwolf is with them as well! That’s interesting. Given how fond Darius has become of the kid, I have no doubt he’ll play a big part of being that support system that Hunter needs.

…

Please don’t kill Darius.

Also, lol. Even these massively powerful witches have no idea what Hooty is. But they did know how to get past him. Oh, Raine. Just tell her!

But there is another background detail I’d like to talk about, and that is Caleb’s pregnant lover, who drove off Philip after he killed Caleb.

A lot of people have pointed this out, but that kid lived. And there are a lot of physical similarities with the Wittebanes and the Clawthornes. Plus, there’s the whole bird affinity. Which would mean that the thing between Belos and the Clawthornes is deeply personal, and also that Hunter might have an actual family waiting for him.

And finally, the Collector. Huh, what’s his deal? He’s like an even more childish Bill Cipher. Apparently he and Belos have been working together for a while, and he will be instrumental in the Day of Unity. I still think that there’s some kind of connection between him and the Blights, and that little bit of art Dana drew of him as a human looked an awful lot like Luz. Something to chew on.

If I had one complaint about this episode, it really could have stood to be longer or a two-parter. Yes, I know those were both impossible, but man, did something like this really need space to breathe. Imagine how much more impactful it could have been had it been allowed to slow it down between each revelation.

Well, the switch has been flipped, the battle lines are drawn, and now things will really start moving toward the end.

Prepare for trauma!

[prncssguya]

Hi ! I am sorry I’m actually just writing to commiserate with you about the devil judge, I saw your post about how everyone just puts everything on Yohan and I agree sooo much, it’s infuriating to me, how Min Jung Ho just like immediately says it’s his fault he got attacked, and don’t get me started on the fucking priest, what the hell bro? He was a child, a lonely, weird, abused child, not the fucking devil. Seriously it is getting me crazy, it feels like the only person who sees him as a human being is Gaon. I know a lot of people have made a parallel between tdj and Hannibal, and like, I really disagree ? I understand where it comes from, but Hannibal and Yohan are vastly different characters, and the whole characterization of Yohan to me feels like the writers are saying that while every one thinks this guy is the devil, he is very far from it, whereas Hannibal is definitely a monster, and his relationship with will is monstrous as well (and very captivating don’t get me wrong). What do you think about that parallel ? It just rubs me the wrong way but I don’t know if I put it into words correctly. Sorry for the really long ask btw 😅

Hi! thanks for the question. I completely understand what you’re saying. I hope I can answer this well because it’s really so complex. Sorry if this turns into a whole dissertation essay, Hannibal is like my favorite show ever.

Yea I can see a lot of people draw comparisons to TDJ and Hannibal saying things like “tdj is just Hannibal in a courtroom” or “tdj is Hannibal without the cannibalism” lol. I think what people are mostly looking at is the dynamic between Yohan/GaOn and Hannibal/Will and how they’re similar to some degree.

Gahan and Hannigram have a similar type of tension with each other. The difference is Ga On already had suspicions about Yohan from the very beginning and was very antagonistic towards him. Will, on the other hand, initially thought Hannibal was just psychiatrist and sought out his help. It wasn’t until a little later that he started suspecting him and grew to understand his true dark nature.

Yohan/Hannibal— wealthy socialite, sociopathic tendencies, hiding a secret, wearing a “person suit” (more on this later) to fool those around them, misanthrope and thinks humans are beneath them, thinks no one in the world could possibly understand them until they find the one person who does and they can only show their love through violence and manipulation.

Ga On/Will— sensitive, empathetic, intelligent

Will is first introduced as this tortured genius who has an empathetic ability to recreate scenes. In short, he can vividly construct the mentality of criminals and psychopaths. Being able to step into a darkness like that, you have to eventually lose a part of yourself and start sympathizing with the monsters and that’s what eventually happens to him. They’re both capable of murder. Ga On was ready to kill the con artist for his parents if SH hadn’t intervened. They have a moral compass in their corner to keep them grounded (Jack Crawford for Will, Soo Hyun for Ga On—I won’t even mention Min Junho because the guy is sus). They’re both fighting against an internal darkness

Gahan/Hannigram— THE HOMOEROTIC TENSION.

“I want you to admit what you are.”

“Must I denounce myself as a monster, while you still refuse to see the one growing inside you.”

Actual lines from Hannibal. I can’t even mention all the lines that could apply to Gahan (I could hear these words being exchanged between them). Both Hannibal and Yohan bring out the best, and worst, in their partners. Hannigram is toxic as hell. Hannibal would go through all kinds of sick shenanigans to get Will on his side, Yohan has said he would do bad things to get Ga On on his side. Gahan’s relationship is one that starts out tense and mistrustful, then grew to curiousity, comaderie, now Yohan has come to rely on Ga On without him even realizing it or admitting it to himself.

“No one can be fully aware of another human being unless we love them.”

This is obvious. Hannibal is a cannibal, Yohan is not.

I was rooting for Will to finally succumb to his darkness and join Hannibal’s side because he found the truest version of himself in Hannibal. I have different expectations for Ga On because my sweet summer child is more different from Will, he’s not as drawn to darkness as Will is (in the recent episode, he was so horrified at the blood on his hands). Will in the end basks in it.

I agree with you about Hannibal, there’s really no denying that he is a monster. And there’s really no explanation for why he is the way he is; he wasn’t abused (as far as we know) but he was orphaned and left to raise his beloved sister (who died) and later became a serial killer. Yohan, on the other hand, was an abandoned and abused child who only had the love of his older brother. It’s no wonder that he puts up a tough exterior because all throughout his life, people have made assumptions about him without trying to get to know him. I mentioned the “person suit” earlier, this is a mask Hannibal puts on to blend into the human world. He carefully built his life and reputation as a surgeon/psychiatrist and socialite, presenting himself as the sociable doctor while living his philosophy of eating the rude on the other side on the veil.

Yohan’s person suit is a defense mechanism. Whereas Hannibal is using his suit to hide a monstrous nature, Yohan uses it to hide his vulnerabilities. He’s wearing this suit to blend in with the elite he hates, but underneath that exterior is just a lonely and misunderstood man (who’s actually a softie in reality)

Finally, I think these two shows don’t really have a whole lot in common besides the homoerotic tension. Gahan are vastly different from Hannigram. Yohan isn’t a true monster/devil while Hannibal is. Will turned his back on his moral compass and succumbed to the darkness, while Ga On can’t seem to let go of his moral compass and he doesn’t desire to become a monster.

Sooo ultimately…

[editoress]

Morbius: A Novelization: Part 2

Don't worry, I've got this on lock.

*

Morbius Jones awoke on his laboratory floor, and he was definitely a vampire.

As a doctor, he was intimately familiar with the innate weirdness of the human body and the fact that certain chemicals could make it even weirder. When one doses oneself with an experimental drug in the middle of the night, one expects a certain drama in the side effects. And if one is a scientist of any kind, one writes it down and comes to a conclusion.

Pros: Morbius no longer felt sick. This was a vast improvement on the rest of his life. He felt so healthy, in fact, that he could pinball off the walls and lift his desk one-handed, which was possibly outside the realm of a normal, healthy body. Or maybe not, as he'd never had one.

Cons: Sunlight hurt. He had no pulse. His eyes were red, and red is always a bad sign. That's basic color theory.

???: His canines had grown. That could go either way. He was very hungry. The McDonald's fries and Mountain Dew left over in the mini fridge were not doing it for him.

After some consideration, Morbius decided he had turned himself into a vampire. Occam's Razor. That was what you got for being named Morbius and playing around with DNA-altering drugs. At the bottom of his notes, he wrote the word "BLOOD?" and circled it.

He had worked a lot of overtime in the past day. He decided to shield himself with an umbrella and go home. However, as soon as he emerged onto the unnamed city streets, his senses were assaulted. His sense of smell was suddenly very sharp. Unfortunately, this meant he could smell an awful lot of engine fumes and piss. But he could also smell blood. It smelled much better than cold McDonald's fries.

Instincts are supposed to be urges one starts out with, so getting a different set all at once was very disorienting. All the confusion was almost certainly why Morbius hunted, cornered, and drank the blood of three people on the way home. It was delicious. Sobbing with disgust, he put a checkmark next to "BLOOD?" on his notes.

He barricaded himself in his room as soon as he arrived home. But his father, or perhaps an uncle, came knocking on his door. "Is something wrong, Morby?" he asked.

"Don't come near me," moaned Morbius. "I'm a monster."

There was a pause. "Metaphorically?"

"No!"

Eventually, Morbius broke down and told his uncle (or kindly mentor) everything. They sat together, Morbius deep in misery, his Obi-Wan deep in thought. The old man asked, "So you're cured, but to keep surviving, you have to kill people?"

"I think so," said Morbius mournfully. "I definitely have to take blood out of them. And people need their blood. Nobody likes giving it away."

Morbius's relative was a man of solutions. "What if you took blood from bad people?"

"What?"

"Evil people who are a menace to society. It could be like paying a fine for their crimes, only with blood. Think of all the good citizens you would be protecting."

Morbius nodded slowly. "I don't think anyone would mind if petty criminals got eaten by a monster."

"Of course not!" the dunkle agreed. "This is American City. We believe in justice." He squeezed Morbius's shoulder, and with utmost, loving sincerity, said, "You're going to be alright. We'll get through this," thus signing his own death warrant.

And so began Morbius's third career as a vampire vigilante. He found that as long as he had a burglar or two every night, then he could continue to work his shifts at the hospital without issue. A news montage about these mysterious attacks was playing in every shop and salon. Morbius looked more goth than ever, which everyone agreed suited him.

No one agreed more than the ordinary yet attractive patient from his last day as a human. One night, he stopped a mugging only to find that she was the target. He dropped his venti-sized drink, who was alive but weak with blood loss. Morbius turned away from the woman, ordering, "Don't look at me!"

She gently turned him back around. She looked distantly familiar. "That's twice you've saved me," she said. "I don't think you're evil." She was the only woman in the city. Obviously, they kissed.

His schedule was so full that he completely neglected the laboratory until an urgent text from Matt Smith reminded him about it. He reacted with a thumbs up emoji and ran to meet him at full vampire speed.

"Something," Matt Smith accused perceptively, "is going on. You look like you've joined a metal band. You haven't been doing your research. I haven't seen you in days. And that cellist is playing very ominous music."

"I turned myself into a vampire and forgot to tell you," said Morbius.

"That explains everything," Matt Smith allowed. "But why? Just because vampires are incredibly cool?"

"Vampires are not incredibly cool!" cried Morbius. "I thought it was a cure to save my life, but instead I have become death's right hand, an abomination who must feed on the living!"

"But are you a healthy abomination?" asked Matt Smith.

"I think so," Morbius admitted.

Matt Smith smiled boyishly, as he was wont to do. "Sounds good to me."

"It's not worth it," Morbius warned him. "I'm a monster who hurts people to sustain his own life."

"I think I would do lots of crimes to stop coughing and fainting," Matt Smith mused. "But since it bothers you, how have you been staying alive?"

"If I must be a monster, then I will eat bad people," Morbius explained. "Like criminals who are mean to cops."

"And I," said Matt Smith, "will eat the cops."

Even the cellist was aghast. Morbius gaped at his friend. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I'm going to become a vampire, too," Matt Smith said calmly. He held up the drug in question and shook it. "Maybe even double the dose to Dracula levels. And then I'll take the funding anyway and be a rich Dracula."

"No!" cried Morbius.

"Yes," said Matt Smith, and since he was holding the syringe full of vampiric concoction, he won the argument.

[crowsmybeloveds]

Shadow and Bone Series: Chapter Six

Bag of Bones

Pairing: Jesper Fahey x Reader

Summary: Y/N opens up more to Jesper about her past with Pekka Rollins, which has some unforeseen consequences.

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: Past (physical, emotional, sexual) abuse; Drug use; canon typical violence; roofies; Pekka Rollins; the Menagerie

A/N: dear lord there is so much going on in this one idk where to start... but thank you guys again for reading ❤️❤️❤️ also I think there’s one more chapter before the rewrite but don’t quote me on that

Masterlist

When Y/N and Inej arrived at the Slat (after getting muffins, of course), Kaz was there waiting.

“It went well, I suppose?” Kaz looked at them expectantly.

Inej spoke up quickly, “You didn’t tell me she was going to kill him, Kaz.”

Kaz made eye contact with her, and spoke to Y/N. “So, you did it?”

“Of course,” Y/N replied, “I left the other alive. He’ll make sure the message is sent.”

“Good,” Kaz nodded, before pointing upstairs, “Go find Jesper, he’s been annoying me all evening about when you might come back.”

Y/N said no more, going up the stairs to Jesper’s room. When she reached the door, she could feel the nervous energy coming from inside. His light was on, and she could hear a light tapping sound. She knocked on the door.

“Jesper?” She called as she cracked the door open. He was sitting on his cot, anxiously bouncing his foot and fiddling with his pearl-handled revolvers.

He looked up at her, noticeably relaxing when he realized she was okay. He got up and walked over to her, his hands on her shoulders, giving her a once over. He noticed blood on her face, arms, and the back of her head from her brief fight with the man she had left unconscious.

“Oh, darling, what did they do to you?” His voice was sad, worried.

“You should see the other guy,” She joked, a desperate attempt to make him smile. It didn’t work.

“Kaz said you shouldn’t get hurt on this job,” he shook his head. “And it would be ridiculous to worry.”

Y/N shrugged. “I went in too early. It’s my fault.”

“Why would you do that?”

She bit her tongue. Because that man said he took pleasure in conning you, so I took pleasure in killing him. “Rookie mistake, I guess.”

“Okay,” he responded, nodding his head excessively, trying to think through what to do next. Suddenly, he pushed her toward his cot and then moved toward the door. “Um, you sit your pretty self here, and I’m going to go get some bandages.”

Y/N frowned. “You don’t have to —“

He narrowed his eyes on her. “Don’t fight me on this. Stay there.” He brought two fingers to his eyes to make an ‘I’m watching you’ signal, and then he was out the door.

When he came back, he had a few bottles and enough bandages to fix up every member of the Dregs.

“I never took you for a medik, country boy.” She laughed as he sat down next to her.

He shook his head with a small smile. I’d be anything you needed me to be, Y/N. “Let me see your arm.” He lifted up her hand so he could see the back of her upper arm, which was bloody and red. “Saints, what happened?”

“Oh, I killed one of them, as you do,” She took a large breath. His worried eyes and gentle touch made the air heavy enough that she felt like gasping. “And the other one got mad. Pushed me into a brick wall.”

He looked back at her face, jaw clenching. His seriousness made her nervous. Normally, he had a joke even in situations that really didn’t call for one. Now he was way too serious for the situation at hand. What was going on?

He was trying to clear his thoughts, but it was difficult. Even the slightest injury on her made him want to go ballistic, even if she had proved that she could handle herself. Jesper had always loved risk and danger, but he never wanted it to involve her.

Y/N noticed, and it made guilt fill her stomach. She could practically see his mind spinning at a mile a minute, and not in the way it normally did. Normally, the two would be sending jokes back and forth at record speed, now it was still and silent. Both of them felt uneasy and tense.

“Hey,” she placed her hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at her, “I’m okay. Relax.”

He nodded, turning back to her arm and picking up a bottle. “Right. I know. I just don’t like this.” He covered a rag in the liquid and moved it toward her arm. “This is going to sting.”

She hissed as he placed it on the wound. He worked quickly, bandaging her arm and moving to work on the back of her head. This one hurt much more, and tears sprung in her eyes as he worked. He was pulling a piece of rubble from the bricks out of her hair when he heard her whimper.

He flinched at the sound, placing a kiss to the top of her head. “Sorry, petal. I have to keep going.”

He finished with her hair and moved to clean the blood off of her face. They both knew that she could handle doing so on her own, but they didn’t say anything. She got lost in his gray eyes as he worked, and he looked more focused than he ever had in the time she knew him.

When he finished he sat down next to her on the cot, taking a deep breath. “Done.”

She noticed his hands twitching again and placed her hand in his, letting him play with her fingers to relieve his anxiety. He rested his head against the wall, closing his eyes as he breathed heavily, trying to regain his normal pattern. Y/N frowned at him, concerned.

“I’m sorry I made you so worried, Jes.”

“It’s not your fault,” He replied, sighing. “It just makes me nervous when you have to use your Grisha abilities in public. I know it’s dangerous for us out there.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Us?”

“Forget it.”

“No, Jesper, why aren’t you safe? What’s wrong?” Y/N sat up straighter, panicking.

Jesper swallowed. As much as he knew he should lie, he didn’t want to. He trusted her.

But he was worried about how she would react. He knew she wouldn’t have any prejudice against Grisha, seeing as she was one, but his past was always telling him to be ashamed. In all honesty, his powers had always terrified him, ever since he’d been told not to use them. It wasn’t just the strength that he carried when compared to his father, it was the idea that he should be doing something different, or be someone different. Maybe he was meant to be a soldier, like so many of the Grisha around him. What was he doing there, then? Disappointing people and playing card games? He had been hiding his powers from most of the people he knew for so long. Why say something now?

Despite all his anxieties, he told her. “I’m Grisha.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “No.”

He looked back at her. “Yes.”

She sat up straight and smiled. “No way!” She shoved him playfully. “What kind?”

“A Durast.” He replied, feeling less anxious.

“Saints, we are both Fabrikators!” Y/N grabbed him by his shoulders. “That’s sick!”

He smiled back at her, but it was a small one. Even if she approved of him, it didn’t mean she should. He wanted to say that he was like her, able to use his powers despite not going to the Little Palace. Instead, he was just a confused boy who could barely bend a piece of metal.

“I’m not,” He shook his head, thinking, “I can’t really do much of anything.”

“That’s okay. I didn’t really want to learn either.” She told him, leaning forward to force him to look in her eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“My dad didn’t want me using my powers,” Jesper spoke, feeling as if his throat was closing in. “My mom, um, she— my mom was,” He couldn’t get the words out and tears were filling his eyes.

“You don’t have to, I get it.” She interrupted, realizing it was a tough topic for him to talk about.

They sat back against the wall, Y/N holding onto Jespers arm and leaning her head on his shoulder. He thought she was too focused on playing with his rings to see the way he was looking down at her. His being a Grisha was something that had messed with him his whole life, but she had been able to calm him down about it in less than thirty minutes. It is getting harder every minute to keep myself from loving her.

Y/N was trying not to focus on the crush that she had on him. She still hadn’t forgotten the date he had gone on not long ago. She didn’t think that he wanted her. He had no reason to. So, she messed around with his rings, pretending she was more interested in the gems on them than the fact that she could feel his eyes on her. Eventually it stopped working, and it became overwhelming.

She sat up quickly and he held himself back from cringing at the loss. “What if we went and got some food, country boy?”

“It’s the middle of the night.”

“And?”

Saints, I fucking love her. “They have really good sandwiches at this one place in Little Ravka.”

“Perfect.”

An hour later they sat at a small metal table outside a restaurant in Little Ravka, watching the small boats go through the canal.

“Ok, love, how’s the sandwich?” Jesper asked, taking a sip of his drink.

“It’s really good.”

“Just really good, huh?” He teased. “Not the best sandwich you’ve ever had?”

She shook her head. “No, it is.”

“Liar.”

She looked up at him, rolling her eyes. “It’s good, Jesper. An amazing recommendation! You are truly the best sandwich connoisseur in all of Kerch! Need I praise you further?”

“Maybe just one more?” He smirked, picking his sandwich up again.

“Fuck off.”

They continued to joke as they ate their sandwiches. The anxiety of the night finally started to shed off of them as they enjoyed their meals. It was moments like these where they both felt so content with each other’s presence that their minds couldn’t find a way to ruin it. There wasn’t any dread or feeling that one wasn’t good enough for the other. Just longing glances and stupid jokes. A pair of crushing idiots.

As they walked along the canal on their route home, the sun was rising, and Jesper found himself more focused on the light reflecting on Y/N’s hair than the conversation they were having.

“...I wanted to be one so much.” She sighed, looking at the water. “It would be so much cooler to drown people to death than to drug them. Maybe that’s just me.”

Jesper tried to put together a response from the bits and pieces of her story that he had caught. “I can’t see you as a Tidemaker, although I’d imagine you’d still be your gorgeous self.”

She looked away to make sure he didn’t see the flustered look on her face from his flirting. Saints, does he ever stop? “Or, and I know it’s childish, but I bet, if I was a Squaller, I could figure out how to fly.”

He laughed. “I don’t think anyone has.”

“Well, I’m not just anyone.” She replied with a fake tone of anger in her voice.

His eyes lingered on her face. “No, I suppose you’re not.”

She tried to pretend she didn’t notice, but his flirting was becoming unbearable. How was this the same man who abandoned her for a date less than a week ago?

“Could you imagine if I could fly, though?” She tried to distract herself from her anxiety over him by ranting, as she usually did. “I could get such a good view of everything, and I’m sure Kaz would find a use for it. I could go anywhere, no fees or anything. Who is going to put a toll on the sky?”

Jesper smiled at her. He loved the way she looked when she ranted about something she was passionate about, even if they both knew it was stupid. He didn’t really care. He just wanted her to be happy. Saints, there was a heavy gold music machine in the Slat to prove it.

She kept going, pointing up at the sky to a bird overhead. “I’d be like a bird, just how they always called me.”

Y/N hadn’t meant to dampen the mood with what she had said, but Jesper stiffened at her words anyway. She had been referring to the men at the Emerald Palace. Specifically, Pekka Rollins, who called her a canary. Jesper remembered his words when Inej had first told him about the title. Of course Pekka would give her a creepy nickname. At the time, it had seemed like a joke. Now, seeing how every single aspect of that place had affected her in one way or the other made him feel sick to his stomach. He’d sell his revolvers and never play a hand of cards again if it meant he could go back in time and save her from her past.

“Why did he call you that?” He blurted, not even thinking.

She tilted her head. “Canary?”

A silence washed over them. Panic raised in Jesper’s throat like bile. “I shouldn’t have asked you that. You don’t have to tell me. I’m sorry.”

She shushed him. “No, no. It’s fine. It was weird.” She gulped and grabbed his hand, fiddling with his rings as they walked. “Warrants a question or two I think.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, concern in his eyes.

She nodded. “He called me that because I was his song bird. He’d tell me what to do and say I’d repeat it without a second thought. He gave me a song and I sang it.” She sighed, looking out at the water, feeling nervous. It’s just Jesper. He’s not going to treat you any different. “It’s pathetic, but I thought it was like a pet name, you know? Like, he told me he loved me and I was fucking grasping for it. Embarrassing.”

She tried to play it off like it was a joke. One of those stories that was a little bit embarrassing but you knew you’d laugh about it in the future. They both had a habit of reducing things down into something from a comedy, even when it should be a tragedy. When it should be something that would land them in a mental institution for the rest of their days. But because they both used humor as a way to deflect, they saw through each other’s bullshit like it was a piece of glass.

He knew the things she spoke about were hurting her, but she didn’t want to seem like she was weak enough to still be fazed by it. But he was. Pekka told her he loved her. After everything he did to her, he turned around and told her it was love. I’m going to kill him.

He tried not to show his anger in his voice as he spoke up. “He told you he loved you?”

Y/N nodded. “All the time. I don’t believe it now, of course, but at the time it was kind of comforting.”

“What?” His eyes bored into her, holding on to every word she said.

She picked at her fingernails, realizing that she wasn’t going to be able to laugh this one off. The conversation was beginning to feel too vulnerable for her liking, but for the first time, she decided not to run from it. Jesper is there for me. He’s not going to tell anyone, he just wants to know because he cares. “It was comforting, to feel loved. Even if it was…” she took a deep, shaking breath. “...The way it was.”

They had started to turn from the harbor into the city, passing more and more gaudy stands and sinful institutions as they got closer and closer to home in the Barrel.

Jesper had gone silent at Y/N’s last words, and it was killing her. She had thought that he wouldn’t judge her, but maybe she was wrong. Maybe he was trying to figure out how to curse her out for being a whore, or helping the enemy. Maybe, he finally got the information he needed and now she was going to go back to her stark basement.

He hadn’t really been quiet for that long. Maybe a few seconds. But to her, it felt like hours. The sky was getting darker and she felt a familiar fear rise up in her stomach. The fear that she wasn’t keeping good company. The fear that she had trusted the wrong man. Again.

“That’s not,” Jesper breathed his words out, still not fully understanding how to form them. His hands twitched toward his revolvers, longing to shoot something. “That’s not okay, love.”

Her heart dropped. “Sorry?”

“You don’t deserve that.” He said, his voice firm. “That’s not what love is, petal.”

He was trying to help her, show her that he cared, but his tone of voice and the words he used made her cringe. It reminded her of men who loved her because of the things she didn’t know. Men who took a liking to her innocence like it was their favorite ice cream topping. Something that could be taken off, abused, manipulated, indulged in. She got angry at the thought of Jesper treating her the same way. Of course I know that’s not what love is. I’m not a child. “You’ve got to stop doing that.”

“What?”

“Acting like I’m weak all of the time.”

His brows furrowed. “I don’t —“

“Then what is this?” She stopped suddenly, moving into an empty alley and placing a hand on her forehead as she spoke, “The flirting, and the pet names, and the patching up the tiniest scratches like I’m something so precious.”

Jesper threw his hands up in the air. “You are!”

“Why can’t you accept that I am not the perfect girl you think I am, Jes?” Her voice cracked. Most of the anger was gone, replaced with desperation. “I have killed so many people. I have seduced men into ruining their own lives. I am so fucked that I thought I was in love with Pekka fucking Rollins. What about me is untainted? Why are you begging and screaming for me to be so pure when I am obviously not?”

“I don’t understand why this has you upset, dove.” He looked at her with pitiful eyes, reaching toward her.

She pushed his arm away. “You are grasping at my innocence like it is something you require of me. It’s suffocating.”

He still wasn’t sure where this argument stemmed from, but he knew it ran deeper than him. She had an inherent distrust of people ever since he had met her, and he knew her trust of him was too good to be true. It still made his chest hurt.

He tentatively moved to hold her face in his hands. She shuddered at first, but after a few seconds she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, grasping tightly onto his arms.

“I don’t need you to be anything, Y/N.” Jesper softly reassured her. “You’re already everything.”

She opened her eyes and looked into his, looking for some sign of deception or contempt. There was none to be found. His eyes held so much adoration she swore she could faint. She didn’t want this. She wanted more. “You said I don’t deserve whatever Pekka Rollins gave me.” She bit the inside of her cheek. “What do I deserve, then?”

She knew it was childish to ask. To try and force him to admit feelings that she wasn’t even sure he had. But she needed to know. Was he there out of obligation? Pity? Friendship? What was keeping him from leaving her there, and treating her like every other member of the Dregs? She needed the answer, even if it might hurt.

Jesper had always suffered from an excess of energy, but now he felt like he was reaching a boiling point. He wanted to kiss her and hold her and tell her that he wanted her more than anything in the entire world. But she deserved sunshine, candies, luxury, and everything sweet and good in the world. And all he could give her was the miserable life she was living now.

What do I deserve, then? Her words rang through his head and he struggled to contain himself. He took a deep breath, reeling himself in. He had known the answer to her question for a while. “Better, Y/N. You deserve better.”

She backed away, her disappointment rising to the surface. He doesn’t want you. You got the answer you wanted. “I appreciate it.”

She was gone before he could even register her leaving.

Jesper walked up the stairs of the Slat, thinking. His mind was at war with itself. That was your chance to be with her, fucking idiot! One side argued. The other half fought back. She doesn’t want me! Despite the divide there was one thought looming over all of the others. I want to kill Pekka Rollins.

He had been angry with the man ever since Inej had told him about Y/N in the alley months ago, but now it was a pure, hateful rage. She could barely express herself to anyone without feeling attacked and now he saw the reason why. She’d been taught that love was painful and difficult in ways unimaginable. Of course she was struggling to be happy. She had been lied to about everything she’d ever experienced, and everything she did felt wrong because of it.

He hadn’t realized where he was headed until he got there. He wasn’t at his bedroom, a coffee shop, or even a gambling den. He was outside of Kaz Brekker’s office. Would it be ridiculous to go in? To confide in Kaz Brekker? Jesper found that Kaz was his best friend, almost a brother, even if it was silly to look at the Bastard of the Barrel that way. He supposed that was one of the things that brought the crows together: having an attachment to one of the deadliest men they had ever met.

Whether it was stupid or not, Jesper knocked and then pushed himself into the room, itching to rant to Kaz about his conflicting night.

Nearby in Inej’s room, Y/N had flopped herself onto a small cot.

“So basically he doesn’t love me and I’m never going to be happy. The end!” Y/N had just finished recounting the night to her best friend, who sat there with wide eyes. She had kept out the part about her “love” with Pekka Rollins. She doubted she’d ever be able to talk about that with anyone again.

“He said you deserve better!” Inej tried to make her feel better. “Not that he doesn’t love you.”

“But he had the perfect opportunity to say he wanted me and he didn’t go for it.” Y/N put a pillow over her face, her tone whiny and childish.

“But that doesn’t mean —“

“Inej, let me wallow.” She took the pillow off her face, glaring jokingly at her friend. “I need it.”

Inej looked at her, concerned, but with a small amused smile on her face. “It seems like you have had a long night where you killed a man and then went out for muffins and then instead of sleeping you went out for sandwiches with your crush—“

Y/N sat up. “And then he was trying to be nice to me and I got defensive and lashed out at him and then tried to get him to confess his love for me that doesn’t exist.” She stared at the wall. “I know the whole story, Inej, it was like an hour ago.”

“What I’m trying to say is maybe you deserve a nap.”

“To hell with what I deserve!” Y/N sighed. “If I hear that word one more time tonight I could throw up. I mean it.”

“Fine, then you need a good nap.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at Inej, then opted to ignore her. “And you know what the worst part is?”

Inej struggled to hold in a laugh. “No, enlighten me.”

“He is so attractive.” She placed her palms over her eyes, groaning. “Like, the whole gun thing? I can barely stand it.”

“You cannot be serious.”

“I am!” Y/N replied, shaking her head, eyebrows knitted in anxiety. “The other day I saw him shoot this guy on a horse perfectly right between the eyes, and it was foggy. I almost passed out.”

Inej tilted her head at her friend, now openly giggling, remembering a conversation she had with Jesper a few days prior.

Inej, I swear to all the Saints if she had knocked out one more of those guards I would have married her on the spot. He’d told her, eyes lovesick as they walked back from a job.

Why don’t you tell her that? Inej smiled at him, enjoying seeing her friend so happy about someone. But she saw a wave of anxiety wash over him at her words, and decided not to press further when he shook his head.

Now, she was practically having the same conversation with the girl in question. Inej smirked to herself, thinking. This is getting unbelievable.

Still, she couldn’t tell anyone about any crushes that she may or may not have known about. She responded to Y/N’s fawning. “What is it about you and being attracted to violence? Should I be concerned?”

“Are you being serious?” Y/N asked her, her smile growing and her eyes widening. When Inej shrugged, she continued. “Hmm, let me think.” She placed a hand to her chin, tapping her finger. “Who else in this room has the exact same problem?” She spoke sarcastically, giving an exaggerated shrug.

Inej immediately got flustered. “Y/N, do not —“

“Oh!” Y/N pointed a finger at her friend. “It’s you! You are the woman attracted to the deadliest man in the Barrel! Not me!”

“Saints help me.” Inej put her head in her hands, hiding her embarrassment.

“Oh how the tables have turned!” Y/N smiled, all too happy to be teasing her friend again. “I’m just kidding, Inej. Would a muffin make you feel better?”

“We got muffins like six hours ago.”

“Right,” Y/N looked to the side, thinking. “What should we do, then?”

“I think you should go and talk to Jesper now that you are more clear headed.” Inej advised, always full of good advice. “Maybe this time you won’t yell at him.”

Y/N looked back at her with a doubtful expression. There are so many things I could do instead. She could have gone back out to the harbor, gotten more sandwiches, or muffins, or both, she could take that nap she so desperately needed, or she could lie and say she’s taking a nap and then get some of the jurda she was itching for. So many options that did not include another interaction with Jesper Fahey.

But despite the anxiety their fight gave her and the certainty that he did not love her the way she would like, she still craved his presence. She needed him even more than she needed the jurda she imagined sitting in her desk drawer in her room, waiting for her.

After some more reassurance from Inej, she walked out of the room to go and look for Jesper.

Kaz Brekker found her before she reached the first stair. Correction, Dirtyhands did. He stopped her movements by whipping his cane to block her path, causing her to look up at him.

“My office,” He demanded, turning away to lead her there. “Now.”

His tone of voice sent chills down her spine. She had heard stories of the ruthlessness of Kaz Brekker that had earned him his reputation and (in her opinion) way too many nicknames, but she had never experienced his wrath first hand. Every bone in her body shook as she sat down across from his desk in his office, wondering what she had done to upset him.

She did what she always did when nervous. Talk. “Boss, did I kill the wrong Razorgull, or did I kill him wrong? Either way one of them is dead and they know it’s because of you so —“

“How long have you been in love with Pekka Rollins?” He interrupted her. When she looked up she saw him leaning over his desk that he stood behind, his hands on the table. The way he stood when he was interrogating someone.

The mention of Pekka Rollins’s name caused her to shut her eyes closed and hold back memories. She could get through discussion of the man just fine when she knew it was coming, but when it was thrown upon her, especially in such a threatening manner, it was harder to handle.

After the initial shock of hearing the name, she had something entirely different sending her mind reeling. Did Kaz just ask about her loving Pekka Rollins, or was she dreaming? That was something she kept to herself for the most part. It was something that toyed with her, gave her nightmares, and made her feel like an idiot. She hadn’t told anyone for a reason.

No, she hadn’t told anyone except for Jesper.

Jesper told him. Betrayal and anger surged forward as she blinked tears from her eyes. I told Jesper one of the worst things about me and he ran to tell our boss an hour later.

She didn’t know how to respond, so she didn’t. Kaz was less than thrilled.

“You are,” He spoke, “in love with him, correct?”

Her back straightened. “No, boss, I don’t —“

“When do you have the time to go and see him, Y/N?” He asked, and she could practically see darkness traveling behind his eyes. “What information is there to be taken from your position in the Dregs?”

She sat back in her seat, baffled. Was he being serious? At what point did he decide her getting manipulated meant that she was some sort of spy for the Dime Lions? How do you even draw that conclusion?

Y/N took a deep breath and stared up at him, eyes hard. “Do you think for a second that I would betray you like that? That the second my opportunity comes I will run back into the arms of that man and wait for his orders? Whatever that man did to you, I did not do. I never did anything in that place of my own volition but leave. And now you say you can’t trust me because I may be on his side? This is fucking ridiculous!”

“He manipulated you for years,” Kaz snapped, “it would be shocking if you moved on from him this easily.”

“Easily?” She shouted back, standing up from her seat. “I have a thousand words to describe this entire ordeal and not one of them is easy.”

They stood for a moment, considering the things that had been brought up. Kaz didn’t want to believe that she was against him, but he also knew that he had to be careful. He did not mess around with much, but he was never messing around when it came to Pekka Rollins.

“If you don’t have any loyalty to him, then tell me.”

“Tell you what, Kaz?” She was over calling him boss. She wanted him to understand that he was betraying her with every word he said. It was not business to her, it was so personal that she could throw up, and she knew it was personal to him too. He didn’t deserve to feel detached from it. He deserved to hear his name.

“Tell me everything about Pekka Rollins that you know.”

She scoffed. “As if I haven’t already.”

“Oh, did you?” He responded. “I only seem to recall some muddled financial statements and the tears of a naive girl.”

“I was being drugged, Kaz!” She responded. “And, as you so lovingly reminded me, manipulated and lied to!”

“Forgive me for not believing the sob story anymore.” He glared at her. The look that made him into the terror that made even fools cross to the other side of the street as he passed. “Why even stay with the Dregs after you escaped, if not to gather information?”

Y/N was too angry to be afraid.

“There is nowhere to go and nothing to get me there. I have the Dregs, and I have Anais. That’s all.” Y/N was seething and a bad taste in her mouth was forming. Kaz is supposed to be smart, how can he not see that I am on his side? And why the fuck did Jesper tell him about this?

“And who’s to say you don’t also have the Dime Lions in your pocket?” Kaz fought back, “What if you have the gang waiting at the Emerald Palace for you to drop off information about me each week?”

This is getting unbearable.

She scoffed, making sure to look Kaz in the eyes before she spoke, “I owe you, Kaz, and against all good reason I trust you. I want to help you take that bastard down more than anything in the world, but whatever you are trying to find out about Pekka from me is never going to come out. I have told you everything I know about him that could hurt him. I am not holding back for some sort of love that never existed. You think I am plotting against you? That I am in love with Pekka Rollins and I am helping him bring you down? That man does not care who you are. He is so much bigger than you it is unimaginable. I want to help you with whatever you are doing to take that man down but we will not succeed if we do it like this. Right now, if he wanted you dead, you simply would be.” She shrugged, shaking her head. “And furthermore, if I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t realize until your last breath. I could tear you open from the inside with one well placed glass of water.”

Kaz Brekker stood silent. He was not stupid enough to underestimate the girl in front of him. That is why this argument had started in the first place.

She moved toward the door, her voice cracking as she spoke again. “You are not owed my past, Kaz Brekker. Not when I cannot even figure out which parts were real.”