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A Hum of Time. Toshinori Yagi x Reader

Part 5

Summary: An innocent relationship between two workaholics could not possibly be that eventful. Just two individuals finding comfort within each other's company and the occasional cup of coffee. What happens when a secret that could ruin both of their careers brings the whole thing crashing down? In a heart wrenching decision, you must do what is best for all three of you and brave the future alone. Will you ever tell the truth? You might not have a choice.

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It's happier I promise :)

It has been six years since the incident. Any blog or post related to you had long ago been swept away into the ever-changing sea of media, buried far below, never to resurface. The name Siren was long forgotten.

Following being discharged after over two months of recovery you had changed your names and moved to the opposing coast. The opportunity for another fresh start alighted new found hope for the future. The saved money from your time as a hero and life insurance payout David had carefully pulled allowed the two of you the luxury of ease and into a mundane title of stay at home mom.

Despite everything that happened, every sacrifice made, and every sleepless night it was all well worth their price at being present to watch your boy grow. You loved him more than you had ever thought possible. A mother’s love is a force of nature, boundless and unconditional.

Even if he could be a pain at times.

Admittedly handling a four-year-old who’s temper tantrums could burst your eardrums had been one of your toughest battles. Thankful that he had inherited something of yours but also woeful for both yourself and the neighbors; He had manifested your vocal quirk.

After many replaced windows, pitiable apologize, and endless pep talks he had finally learned to somewhat control it. With his quirk and gaining of maturity came questions. He could faintly remember you as a hero all those years ago, fortunately however not much. Just that you wore an ‘awesome’ costume and got hurt.

You never told him the truth. Instead opting to lie whenever his bubbling curiosity peaked. Stating that back in the day you were simply a sidekick to some one off low tier hero. Nothing special. Just scratching the surface of heroism, that you had thrown in the towel after getting hurt all those years ago.

Not a complete lie.

Yet far from the whole truth.

This still fascinated him.

Late at night as you tucked the restless child to bed, he would beg for stories, pictures, anything from back then. Occasionally after seemingly endless hours of impetration you’d buckle to his demands, telling a watered down tale of the past. Even as you regaled the simplest of petty robberies, he looked to you like you had hung the stars in the night sky, as if you were the reason that rain fell. Big blue fascinated eyes with a wide smile filled with astonishment chanted your praises in complete and utter admiration.

“Momma is the coolest!” “Momma is the best hero!” “Momma is my hero!”

‘Momma is my hero.’

Oh, how your heart melted at his words. The giddy childlike wonder pushed any nightmarish trauma to the back recesses of your mind. Though, that did not mean it disappeared.

Haunting memories of the past always found a way to resurface.

As he grew older, near the age of six, he discovered how to use the home computer. Spending hours watching videos online of other heroes, it was only a matter of time until he inevitably stumbled upon a video of All Might. Despite your parental controls blocking the tag. Where there's a will there's a way, this kid was stubborn. Since the discovery he could not stop watching, completely enamored. The daunting words “I am here” blaring from the computer's speakers echoed with your son's delightful laughter bounced off the walls of your shared home.

Over and over.

Taunting.

Mocking.

It stung the deepest depths of your faulty heart to hear his voice day in and day out.

To watch your son fall in love with a man who too used to hold your heart…

Yet you did not have the heart nor the courage to demand he turn it off.

A particular moment replayed in your mind.

You had just come home from a quick trip to the market. Nearing the age of elven you entrusted him to stay home alone for short periods of time especially when, if provoked, he could scream loud enough for anyone clear across the city to hear. Yet when he did not meet you at the door or answer your call your stomach dropped. As you began to call for him again your words suctioned themselves to the back of your throat. A cold sweat of fear beaded on your brow.

The bathroom door was open, the light on, and a shadow moved from the door frame. The figure almost too tall to be completely seen. The shape of it alone made you shiver.

Two long strands of hair sticking up in an iconic V shape shadowed onto the hallway wall.

“All Might?” your voice quivered, graveled and raw. Foreboding dread balled into a tight knot threatening to suck you into dissociation, as if at any moment you would melt into the floor. Slowly wobbly legs moved, approaching just enough to allow a peak over in.

“That is right! FOR I AM HERE!” Your son stood atop of the bathroom counter, his fist raised and a triumphant snaggle toothed smile stretched across red blushing cheeks. A bottle of hair gel spilled out on the counter and an old relic of the past wrapped around his shoulders. The overhead light casted a deceiving shadow.

“I…” Trailing off a wide range of emotions spanning from solace to fear hinted disappointment flooded all at once. Eyes watered, yet never spilled over. The breath you held deflated.

“Don’t I look cool mom?! I look just like him! I look just like All Might!” He beamed. Turning back to the mirror to flex his small arms, striking another one of All Might's signature poses. “I can’t believe you have this! Is this really his?” His hands gripped at the fabric of the cape. The material swallowed him completely, flowing from his tiny shoulders to the floor. You had not seen it in years, not since the move.

“You...” Swallowing the lump in your throat and blinking away unshed tears, you approached. Standing behind him, your heart pounded against your chest, ragged and unsteady beats. Struggling to find words, mouth opening and closing yet no sound escaped. Voice cutting out, crackling into a depressing croak.

An everlasting symptom of that treacherous day reared its head once more. When overly emotional or speaking for too long strain on the scarred vocal cords caused them to lock up, trapping words within. Akeno’s brows furrowed, joy faltering.

“Momma?” Seeing his shifting mood sour hands quickly adjusted, signing in boisterous movements

‘You look so totally awesome, Akeno!’ His eyes stared at the signs reflected in the mirror before going wide with exhilaration, smile returning brighter than before. In one swoop your arms wrapped around his tiny waist in a tight hug. The little boy giggled in delight. With what little strength you retained you held him off of the counter, flying him around the air. Despite the burn of strain inside your abdomen and the sting within your decaying forearm muscles; you could not help but laugh with him.

After laying him to bed for the night you quickly checked under your bed for a certain set of boxes. Thankfully only one had been disturbed. Looking inside the now empty package you could still smell a faint hint of Toshinori’s cologne stained into the cardboard.

You did not have the heart to throw nor give away his cape once realizing it had accidentally been packed in your hasty retreat. The tears you had wiped away earlier returned, unabashedly spilling as stifled nostalgic memories resurfaced.

“Sorry I’m late dear. You know how it is.” Shuffled footsteps trudged through a darkened bedroom. Flipping over your met with the silhouetted figure of Toshinori, thinned fingers unclasping his cape before, In vain reaching for the zipper. Losing it in the folds of loose fabric. A small chuckle roused from your drowsy form.

“Here, let me get it.” Moving to the edge of your shared bed he turned, allowing you to unzip and undress the hefty costume from his thinning frame. Warm hands roamed the now exposed skin of his back, massaging the taught muscles beneath. Letting an exasperated groan his stiffened shoulder relaxed under nimble fingers.

“Thank you.” Humming in response digits curved upward, smoothing over protruding bones of his ribs, noting his subtle weight loss. Leaning forward to rest your forehead into the center of his back, the delectable scent of cologne still lingered on sweat slicked skin. If you had an ounce more of energy you’d fuss for him to shower, however as he turned to face you, and a hand delicately held your face within its palm all thoughts of reprimanding faded. His calloused thumb stroked at your cheek.

“Let’s go to bed.”

Together the two lovers laid within each other's arms.

‘ Maybe,

maybe I should tell him that I’m- No.

This… this was the only way.

It was the right choice. For both of them.’

Yearning for something that could never be again you stuffed the thoughts away, curling into yourself alone atop frigid sheets the phrase repeating itself.

‘This was the right choice.’

Yet it offered no reassurance.

You lied once more when your son awoke. Telling him that the cape unfortunately was not actually one of All Might’s. Instead, it was a surprise birthday gift you had bought him from a local shop. That he could keep playing with it if he was good. A bit disappointed that it was not real, Akeno still loved it, promising to be on his best behavior. He even slept with it like a blanket. Never questioning the fact that his birthday was over four months away.

Now nearing the age of fifteen Akeno had blossomed into such a handsome young man. Though, the older he became the more of him appeared. From the moment he was born with an almost translucent tuft of blonde hair you knew he would lean towards resembling his father. However, as he aged, face thinning over prominent cheekbones and jawline defining; he became the spitting image of Toshinori. A deep void of melancholy, yet also strangely a bit of pride surfaced at this realization.

As the years passed it was clear, he had chosen his path.

Just as his father and you had chosen, your child too dreamed of becoming a hero.

It scared you.

Terrified you even.

You were not the first nor would you be the last to be ‘killed’ in action. He saw the scars. How your voice crackled into stained tones, disappearing into nothingness. The endless hours of futile rehabilitation therapy. The way your body thinned from lack of fully functioning organs.

He saw the possible dangers, yet still dreamed of it.

And if this is what he truly wanted you would support him no matter what.

‘It’s what good mothers do.’

So, when on the verge of graduating middle school, and he came to you with a flyer from an all too familiar school you had to swallow your fear and agree to let him at least try.

“I like this kid's style. Just like me when I was that age!” Present Mic gushed, watching as this year's group of contestants fought through the first wave of robotic opponents. Only five minutes into the entrance exam and already Akeno had hit the ground running. Screeching his way through metallic foes in hopes of scoring enough points, he had already landed himself on the leaderboard.

All Might watched from his swivel chair, remaining silent, focused on his own protege. His new coworkers banter lost on inattentive ears.

“Looks like Mic’s got a favorite already.” Midnight laughed, her hands held up and over her head as she too watched. “He’s doing well so far, may even have a shot at passing. Though not sure any of us could handle two screaming blondes.” Now this snagged a bit of the symbol's attention.

His eyes flitted away from Midoriya’s screen, glancing to the other. Watching with bated interest until a small spark of familiarity struck within him.

‘Odd.’ He could not quite put his finger on it nor shake the sensation. ‘Have we met before? Perhaps on the train or maybe at a grocery store?’ No no, it was not that. If not that then where? What was it about this boy that stuck out to him?

Maybe it was the vibrant blond hair? It was not an uncommon thing, in fact some of the other contestants had wildly outlandish colored hair. Had he saved him before? Had he met him at a meet and greet?

He would have to ponder this another time. For now, his main concern was Midoriya’s lack of points. Retreating to refocus on his successor the test continued.

In the end your son had placed fairly high on the exam, landing him a guaranteed spot at UA. The decision was final.

You are going back to Japan.

“I’m not a child anymore mom.”

“I know I know, you're a perfectly capable young man. But I'm not about to let you move across the world by yourself.” Finished packing the last of your boxes, now awaiting for the international movers to arrive. Akeno leaned against the doorframe. “Besides, you’ll be living in student housing, so you’ll have plenty of alone time.” Turning to the disgruntled boy and bringing a hand up, you ruffled the top of his head. “But remember, I’ll always be just a short drive away!”

He sighed in defeat, eyes turned away from your hopeful smile. It’s not that he did not want you there, but that he needed to be sure his boundaries were set. He needed space to grow.

The entire flight you could not help but fidget with the hemline of your sleeved shirt. It’s been fifteen years since you’ve been back…

Would people recognize you?

You were in a different neighborhood, far away from your old house and even farther than the shared apartment. Yet Japan was only so big, hence the move in the first place, but surely after so long you would have nothing to worry about. Last time you were here you were in your mid twenties, now you are on the doorstep of fifty. With patches of gray, new wrinkles, more than a few scars, and gaunt thinning your appearance had become almost unrecognizable. But wha-

“Are you excited to be back?” Akeno had noticed your nervous movements, nothing lost to such attentive eyes. Taking out one of his headphones he turned to you. “I know it’s been a while.”

“Yes of course I am.” reaching a hand over, you placed it over his atop the armrest, squeezing the larger palm.

“Care if I listen too?” You could hear the cello thump as the beginning of Madame Butterfly chimed through his headphones. He smiled back, even if he could sense the unwavering unease and the blatant fake smile, he said nothing, handing over the removed bud.

The two of you hummed quietly to music until the moon overtook the sun. His head lolled down atop your shoulder as sleep overtook him.

No matter how old he got or how grown up he was he would always be your sweet boy.

“There, this should last you the week.” Packing the last of the homemade bento boxes into the fridge you had made sure to wrap each one in your signature bunny eared bow. A significant downscale compared to your usual outlandishly adorable packaging. “I made your favorite.”

“You do know that they have a cafeteria, right?” Scoffing at Akeno’s remark and standing from bent within the refrigerator your eyes steeled.

“Oh, so you don’t like your mothers cooking anymore huh? Guess I’ll have to eat this all myself.” Reaching back, you began taking the packages out.

“NO! Please! I was kidding! I love your cooking mom. Please leave it.” Panicked eyes widened and a bottom lip quivered in a desperate plea. A hardy laugh pushed through teasingly smirked lips.

“I suppose I’ll let you keep it.”

“Thank you!” Your son's voice returned to its natural cheery tone. Though higher in pitch, alighted with excitement. “Mom there’s something I have to tell you”

Your eyebrows rouse, quickly leave the small kitchenette to join him on the couch. His eyes locked onto yours, swimming with childlike admiration.

“All Might is going to be one of my teachers!” He beamed a wide toothy grin, almost a mirror of the aforementioned hero. You mentally felt yourself deflate like a popped balloon, exhaling as if all the wind had been knocked free. “ Isn’t that awesome?! ” He let out a boisterous laugh.

The smile, the laugh, the hair and those big blue eyes. He truly was the spitting image of that man. You felt weak, hands wet and clammy, stomach turning with queasiness, heart thumping against your chest.

“Mom? Are you okay?” Snapping out of your daze you quickly put on a brave face once again, taking a deep breath and nodding.

“Of course I am! I’m so happy for you ho-'' Your voice chipped and shattered, becoming a harsh croak. Moving to sign the remaining. ‘I am very happy for you! Tell the big man I said hi!’ His eyes tracked each symbol, smile never faltering, used to the use of sign language throughout the years he rejoiced at your admiration with a laugh. Joining him in his laughter, even though yours was nothing more than rushed air and out of nervousness.

“I’m finally going to meet him!”

Today was the day. Akeno's first day of school. Though you weren't there to see him off you made sure to send him a lengthy text of encouragement.

Mom: Have an amazing first day of school my baby! High school is a journey filled with excitement, challenges, and countless opportunities. Please remember no matter what happens I’ll always be here for you! Remember to be yourself and have fun! Send me pictures in uniform!

In response all he had sent back was a thumbs up.

All Might stood behind a corner of a building, watching the first year students endure Mr. Aizawa’s quirk assessment test. Again, fearing for young Midoriya, he knew the boy had little to know control of the quirk he had bestowed upon him. Yet he remained hopeful.

What he had not expected was to find himself staring at another boy from the class.

It was the screeching kid that Mic and Midnight made comments about during the entrance exam that once again nagged at his curiosity. He felt something indescribable when looking at the boy. The familiar feeling from before returned with a vengeance. Scrambling through hazed memories, he again tried to place the boy within the vast archive.

“Akeno, it’s your turn.” Aizawa instructed the class to throw the ball as far as they could using their quirks. Simple enough, several other students had already gone, one even managed to score an infinite. Picking it up, Akeno wound his arm back and launched it. Quite average in all sense of the word, yet midair at its peak his mouth opened, and the sheer wind power behind his yell propelled the ball soaring through the air; Higher and higher until the sound waves could no longer carry it.

‘Oh’…

A shiver ran cold down his wide muscular back. The pitch entered his ears yet sank like a rock in his stomach.

‘Just like her.’

God Damit he could not do this right now.

These ridiculous thoughts brought him nothing but heartache and were quickly shoved into the overflowing filing cabinets inside his mind. Hopefully lost within the jumbled mess forever. It had taken the better half of three years to finally put a lid on the pandora's box that once was you. To backslide now was out of the question.

Rationalize.

Quickly erasing the correlation from his mind with the same cold hard truth he had to continually tell himself anytime a memory of you resurfaced; You were dead .

‘Vocal quirks are not a rare occurrence. This boy was not you. In fact, he looks more like…OH! Stop it Toshinori’ He mentally slapped himself. ‘Focus.’

It was Izuku’s turn to throw the ball. A perfect distraction and an opportunity for his ludicrous mind to get a grip.

Amazed by his pupils' success, the threat of his psyche collapsing was stabilized.

Lunch time had finally arrived, overworked and exhausted from their first half of the day each kid flooded the bustling halls. The first week finally reaching its midpoint.

“Can I sit with you guys?” Akeno stood before the trio, bento box in hand, admittedly he was a bit bashful at the thought of his classmates seeing the cutesy bow tied cloth covering yet his need for socializing trumped all.

“Yeah, for sure!”

“Absolutely!” Midoriya and Ururaka ever the kind and social souls smiled, scooting over to allow him to sit. Iida smiled and greeted his classmate from across the table.

The group made small talk, the main three discussing the woes of upcoming exams and the prompts of Mr. Present Mics writing assignments. Proclaiming that it was far too early to be assigning such tasks. Being the kind soul Akeno had grown into, he offered his assistance with the English class. Seeing as he was exempt from taking it due to already being fluent.

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot that you are an exchange student, your Japanese is almost perfect!” Uraraka proclaimed, eyes gleaming with curiosity.

“Yeah! For only living here for less than a month, your Japanese is amazing. I can barely even hear an ascent!” Izuku added, praising his friend. Questions of the states filled his mind. His mentor had made his debut in America, based all of his costumes and merchandise around their flag and even named all of his moves after its states. He too dreamed of one day traveling and experiencing its wonders. Storing his curiosity, he made a mental note to ask later.

“Well, my mom is originally from Japan. She’s been teaching me Japanese since I first started talking. It’s like second nature.” Akeno chuckled, a shy hand brushing down the spiky blond tips on his neck. Refocused on the topic of travel the group buzzed with excitement.

However as soon as Akeno unwrapped the ribbon and unboxed his bento the conversation steered in a much different direction. A mouth watering scent filled the surrounding area.

“That's so cute! Did you make it yourself? It smells so good! How did you get the fruit into such perfect stars?” Uraraka gushed at the culinary work of art that was her new friend's lunch. Even the grandeur that was offered via the cafeteria paled in comparison, nothing could beat a mother's love.

Again, you had toned down the cuteness of his lunches considerably since he was a child. However, that did not stop you from arranging it with as much passion as you could. It was simple, yet had protein, light carbs, healthy sugars and lots of veggies!

Akeno felt his cheeks redden. Not that he was ashamed, he was grateful to have a mother so caring however he’s a grown man now! And grown men don’t need bows or ribbons or star shaped fruit.

“My mom made it for me.” He mumbled, shying away from their surely scrutinizing gaze, they’ll think he's a sniffling little ‘mommas' boy.’

“Truly moving to see such a loving display!” Iida’s chest swelled with pride for his fellow classmate.

“Maybe your mom could make me one of those!” Uraraka laughed along with Midoriya

“She’s right, it does look amazing!” He agreed. Shocked, Akeno took note of his new friend's approval. He may have to ask a favor of you later.

Akeno loved each day of class, he thrived and excelled. His passion growing stronger yet. With the announcement of the UA sports festival on the horizon he readied himself to go beyond, ‘ plus ultra ’ as his idle, now teacher, would say. As the bell rang and Mr. Aizawa dismissed the class, he gathered his belongings and waited for his friend.

Himself, Iida, Uraraka, and Izuku had grown quite close. Always sticking together when it came to field exercises, study sessions and relaxing at lunch. Your son always came home boasting about how amazing each and every one of his friends were. It brought your motherly heart such joy to see him thriving.

As the halls emptied due to the final bell chiming the group chatted in a more serious tone. Uraraka had confessed that she wanted to be a hero for profit. Initially seeming slightly selfish, as she delved deeper into the reasoning the notion was rectified. Quickly reassuring her that she was noble for wanting to help her family, the group divulged their own causes.

“What about you Akeno, why do you want to be a hero?” Midoriya asked, curious as ever.

“My mom was almost killed by a villain; she was a hero too. I don’t remember much since I was just a little kid, but I know the pain she went through. The years of suffering she had to endure. It’s my life mission to never allow something like that to happen to anyone else!” The young man wore a face of pure determination, his chest swelled with righteousness and a smile stretched across his face.

“That’s an amazing reason Akeno!” Uraraka beamed, her cheeks swelled with pink, and eyes shined with admiration.

“Truly an exceptional motive, you have my commendation!” Iida bowed, truly inspired. Proud to be the class representative of such a dedicated and selfless individual. Izuku simply stared as the blond laughed and kicked out a thumbs up. Green eyes widening at the action.

“When you do that face you kind of look like All Might!” Uraraka chuckled, taking the words straight from Izuku’s imagination. Inside her mind images of the two blondes striking various poses together managed to tint her cheeks darker. ‘So cute!’

“She’s right! Could’ve fooled me” Midoriya laughed, though a hint of nervousness laced the chuckle. The more he looked at his friend the more he could see his mentor in him. A flitting image sparked in his mind, though was overshadowed. ‘Strange.’

Akeno simply laughed with them, happy to be compared to his idol.

“Today we will be practicing search and rescue to prepare you for your visit to the USJ simulation. Just the basics as we’ve discussed over the week.” The under enthused tone of Mr. Aizawa droned to the antsy group of young heroes before him. Laid out before them was a near perfect replica of Jaku City. However, the once proud standing skyscraper lay in disarray. Debris and rubble littered the streets. “Scattered around the city you will find several victims; your goal is to safely remove them from the situation without traumatizing them.” shooting a glare toward his most bain student the simulation commenced.

Racing into the disaster the trainees began implementing their teachings. All without a hitch until a young boy was discovered. Screaming and flailing away from any physical contact he laid inconsolable.

“Hey little guy, it's okay. Everything will be fine, com-” As Deku attempted to approach he again cried out slinking away as a gloved hand reached for him.

“I don’t know what's wrong, he won't respond to anything we say.” Confused and afraid of failing, Momo began to panic. Running to the group, Akeno assessed the situation.

While inspecting the child from a distance his eyes landed on his hands. Small nubbed pointer fingers extended and repeatedly jabbed together. Recognition flashed through his mind. Crouching before the boy, making no attempt to touch him, he waved. Red puffy eyes looked at him and again fingers jabbed together. Akeno’s gloved hand raised, his pointer finger zig zagged in the air and replicated the child’s jabbing motion, ‘where does it hurt?’ Recognizing the signs the boy pointed to his leg. With one palm flat and the other in a thumbs up position atop it Akeno moved it towards the child, ‘let me help you.’ Sucking up his sniffles the child nodded, arms extended out, allowing the hero to pick him up.

His fellow classmates watched in confused awe.

“What was that?” Ururaka inquired as the bell chimed, signaling the end of the simulation.

“He was signing ‘pain’. I just asked him where he was hurt and that I wanted to help him.”

“You know sign language too?”

“Ha yeah, another thing my mom taught me.”

The young man had a surprise for his friends.

You had agreed to make them lunch! How could you resist such an offer?

‘It's what a good mom would do.’

Though it came at a cost. Defiantly holding the bundle of boxes above your head your face held determination.

“If you want it, make me give it to you.”

“Mom! You know I'm not good at this”

“Only way you're going to get better is if you practice, ya know it took me years to perfect it!” You countered, if he had inherited your quirk, it was almost for certain he too could use ‘the command’. Just had to concentrate. Besides, if he truly did not want to try, he towered over you, making it easy to simply take it.

Staring at the bag he focused, breathing in deeply his first attempt a near whisper.

“Did you even activate your quirk? Try again.”

“ Hand me the bag .” Loud sound waves nearly had you dropping it, not out of command but from sheer force pummeling your ear canal as he screamed it.

“Nuh uh, that's cheating. Look at me, focus. Take in the surroundings, feel the air move through your vocal cords, find the right pitch and push the sound into my ears. Again.”

“ Hand me th e bag” Fog overtook your vision for a few seconds, regaining full consciousness you saw both hands extended towards him. Yet the bag still remained firmly in your grip.

“Close enough! Good job Akeno” Dropping the package into expecting hands the boy scurried off. One day he’d master the ability, just needed time and practice.

As the lunch bell rang Akeno called out to the trio, having the group gather around his desk. Reaching into his backpack he pulled out the treasure.

“NO WAY!” Uraraka held her own personalized bento box in hand, your son had mentioned her favor of pink, and you couldn’t help but run with it. An adorable checkered pink fabric covered the box with an elegantly tied bow.

“Thank you so much, please tell your mom I said thank you!” Midoriya’s was of course wrapped in green.

“From me as well!” Iida’s was a beautiful shade of blue.

As the group happily strolled to the cafeteria a looming figure waited before pouncing out from behind a corner.

“Young Midoriya! Would you like to have lunch with me?”

“Uh well, thank you All Might but I-” A firm punch to his arm cut the nervous boy off. Akeno stared at his friend, an eyebrow raised and eyes wide.

“You cannot pass up an opportunity to have lunch with All Might!” He forcefully whispered.

“But your mom-”

“Don’t worry about it!” Sighing in dejection he agreed before rushing to his mentor's side and waving goodbye to his friends. He’d have to properly apologize for missing such a special lunch afterwards.

Sitting across from his pupil All Might skeptically eyed the elegantly tied box. As Midoriya began unwrapping it Toshinori felt a deep pang of nostalgia. From the layout to the smell, even to the encouraging message on the sticky note it felt all too familiar.

“Hey! You forgot your lunch, so I thought I’d swing by to drop it off.” Standing in the doorway of your once shared office with a wrapped box of bento you stared over the mountainous stacks of paper to your beloved blond. “I was wondering if you’d like to share it with me?”

Darkened hues glanced up from their sheet, only for a few seconds before returning to his work.

“Thank you, but I’m a little busy right now.” Not yet defeated, you approached the desk.

“I could help you out if you want, I don’t mind.”

“No, it’s fine. Besides I think Mei is all caught up with your work, no need to stay here all day.” Mei, a name you had come to regard with disdain. The woman he had hired to help ‘ease your workload’ brought a bitter taste to your tongue.

“I could wait until you’re done.”

“I won’t be done for a while, please go back home love. I’ll be back later tonight.”

With lips drawn tight and eyes swimming with animosity you exited, not another word shared.

An agonizing growl of hunger hours later finally forced himself away from the still looming stack. Opening the box and bristling in delight at its aroma he scarfed down as much as his decayed stomach could hold. Placing the lid back atop the container his heart ached at seeing the message scribed sticky note attached.

‘Don’t work too hard! I love you! ’

Truth be told Toshinori did not want you to leave, longing for nothing more than to enjoy the meal together. Yet the ever surging rate of crime due to his limited time left him breakless, charging full steam ahead into his work. Darring a glance to his computer's clock, more time than he had anticipated flew by, 11:42pm.

‘I’ll make it up to her.’

He never was able to.

“Where did you get that?” His voice low and graveled, baritone edging into a bass. Shadows darkening overhead, concealing steeled blue.

He knew it was foolish to relish in such nostalgia however, if he must be plagued, he was at least grateful it is of happier times.

“Oh, Akeno’s mom made it for me. She made all of us lunch!”

‘Akeno’s mom?’ The older man pondered. ‘ Who is she? What does Midoriya know about this woman? What is her name? W- STOP. This is pathetic. It’s just a bento box. Anyone can cook katsu.’ Clearing his throat he nodded.

“That was nice of her.”

Folding a freshly dried pile of clothes you sat within your living room, absentmindedly listening to the local news reporter drone on about the most recent activity within the city. However, the flash and sudden switch to a different reporter piqued your interest. Placing the shirt down and adjusting the volume, pure horror sparked as realization of the man’s words took hold.

“Breaking News: There is said to be an active villain attack at UA’s training facility the U.S.J, Class 1-A students are trapped inside!”

Teleported via warp gate Akeno found himself plummeting into the ocean biome. With only a brief second to grasp the situation he inhaled and braced for impact before diving into the treacherous waters.

The sting of salt blurred his vision yet through the blur he managed to catch the movement of a finned fist, miraculously dodging he struggled to notate his surroundings. Spotting a green blob floating just below, he hoped his assumptions were correct on who it was. Propelled by sound waves he pushes the foe away and himself closer to his classmate. Grabbing ahold of him Akeno releases another shriek thrusting them further away from the swarming thugs.

He cannot keep this up.

Lack of oxygen was beginning to take hold; dots spotted his vision. Despite the burn within his chest, he pushed himself to go further. Finally reaching something solid and using the last gusts of air within his lungs he again propelled them. Rushing upward, they broke the water's surface.

Crashing down onto the hardwood deck Akeno hacked, choking on air, desperate to soothe the burn deep within his chest. However, the gurgle of trapped water prevented any mediation. Even with air all around him, It felt as though he was drowning. His chest felt encumbered. Panicked Midoriya gripped his shoulders and turned his friend onto his side. Rubbing and pounding at his back, finally liquid sputtered out with each cough.

“Is he okay?” Tsuyu emerged from the water, leaping onto the ship, tongue wrapped around a squirming Mineta.

“We need to get out of here, he needs a doctor.” Listening to his friends' short shallow breaths sent Izuku’s mind ablaze. Though he had successfully forced most of the water out, residual liquid still crackled within.

Scared for not only his but also his friends' lives, they needed a plan.

“The pros will save us! Right? They’ll come and beat these guys up and we’ll all be safe.” Mineta panicked, the weight of the situation finally dawning on the perverse trainee. Conversing over exactly what had been said during the initial attack coupled with the situation, Tsu and Deku both knew waiting for the pro’s was not an option.

“We have to stop whatever these bad guys are planning!”

Realizing the flaw in the villain's thwarted plan Midoriya formulated a course of action. Wrapped within Tsu’s tongue and flung through the air via the force of Midoriya’s flick, the group managed to fool and evade the attackers.

Following the shore to avoid the peering eyes of foes swimming closer to the main plaza the exit was within sight. Akeno’s body trembled within his classmate's grasp, struggling to stand, and barely holding onto consciousness. Mr. Aizawa’s battle raged on, their teachers' struggle growing louder as the group approached.

How much longer would he hold out?

A sickening crunch echoed as a monstrous beast's fists crashed down onto their teacher's defeated body, his arms twisting into splintered fractures. Fear spiraled down their spines as the young students could do nothing but observe.

“I can't watch this anymore.” Tears streamed down Mineta’s face as he clutched both hands over his mouth, trying not to puke at the gruesome sight. “We should be getting out of here super fast shouldn’t we?”

Horrified Midoriya glanced from his beaten teacher to his half conscious friend. The once confident persona adopted for escaping the ship now shattered. Internal conflict had him paralyzed.

‘To be a hero you have to put others above yourself.’

The mantra repeated itself over and over within his head. Though, what was he to do now? Two people needed him: Akeno and Mr. Aizawa. They were both in life threatening condition.

Yet… he could not bring himself to choose which one to try to save.

“Oh, before we leave. Let's make sure the symbol of peace is broken.” In an instant the main villain lunged, barreling straight towards their group. “Let's make this hurt! You look too much like him, disgusting. Don’t worry I can fix that.” With a palm extended he advanced, mere centimeters away from Akeno’s face. The group's breaths stalled within their chest, unable to move...

Yet, he stopped, halting dead in his tracks.

His once hate filled eyes glossed over, the red hue now dull and empty.

Mouth agape in shock Midoriya looked to the boy that clung to him.

Akeno’s head was up, his eyes staring towards the villain, mouth moving yet the words inaudible.

“Leave us alone.”

Hushed whispers rushed through the air, directly to their target. Forced in and demanding obedience the command took hold.

Backing away the villain retreated, up the stairs in a disconnected stupor until reuniting with the warp gate.

“What the hell was that!” As Shigaraki’s senses returned, anger boiled within his voice, eyes wide and fingers digging into the skin of his throat. Nails raked over the bloodied irritated skin. “No, no,no,n-” The slam of once sealed doors drew his attention away.

The man they had been waiting for finally arrived.

“Have no fear students. Why? Because I Am Here.”

Faster than the puny thugs could process, All Might swung into action. At last, the young heroes' fears came to rest as they watched the world symbol of peace dispatch of each and every evil doer within his path. Crossing the battle field within seconds he swiftly scooped a beaten Aizawa within his arms and grabbed the group of frightened children. The jarring motion of being flung around sent Akeno into a fit of hacking. His body heaved against the muscular arm, blood splattering against the white button up.

Seeing his colleague and student so injured fueled Toshinori’s already raging inferno. Gritted into a tight frown, his teeth ground together.

‘I should have been here; I should have protected them.’

“Everybody back to the entrance, take Aizawa and Akeno with you. They don’t have much time.” Again, plagued by indecision Izuku again looked between the injured men then back to his mentor. His intuition screamed for him to stay and help All Might, to fight by his side. Based on what Thirteen had indicated before training All Might must be near his limit, leaving him vulnerable. Yet his heart yearned to get them to safety.

Once again, the decision was left in his hands, who does he try to save? Taking notice of his prodigy's indecision, All Might addressed him.

“Young Midoriya! I got this!”

“Right.” At his master's words, Izuku tightened his grip around his classmate while Tsu held Mr. Aizawa, they ran away. Not fully assured the nagging thought of being the soul bearer of All Might’s limit and the danger truly at hand made up his mind. Seeing other classmates racing down to the exit he laid Akeno down.

“Tsu and Mineta, take Mr. Aizawa and Akeno to the entrance, I have to go back.”

“What? Are you crazy? We can't hold both of them! Besides All Might has this handled, we have to go!” Before the grape themed trainees' words even registered, Deku ran past them and back to the ensuing fight.

The battle with the monstrous ‘Nomu’ had the man exhausted. Barely clinging onto his mighty form, All Might’s body trembled in exhaustion. All he had to do was stall and keep up the mirage.

Shots firing and the overly jovial voice of principal Nezu signaled his relief had finally arrived.

“I'm sorry ma’am but I can't let you in. The school is under strict lockdown procedures!” The police standing guard in front of the gates had attempted several times to reassure the grief stricken woman into leaving. Yet you refused.

‘You have to! My son was in the attack! He could be hurt.’ hands quickly signed, yet they could not understand nor make an attempt to. Growing agitated they ordered you to back away. Even when attempting to mouth words of reason their resolve stood firm.

The crackle of a speaker and flicker of a screen caught their attention. A small mouse-like creature's face lit the device. Principal Nezu’s beady eyes and smile stared down to them. His paws placed one over the other, a steaming cup of tea sat atop his desk. Analyzing the situation with a sip of his beverage, he addressed them.

“You must be Akeno’s mother. Please come in.” Metal unlocked and the screech of a singular entrance opening rattled through the once impenetrable wall of steel, an elderly woman stood within its threshold. Her wrinkled features offered a warm smile, as she ushered you in. Despite her cheery attitude the cloud of despair that formulated upon hearing the news refused to dissipate.

You needed to see him, to know that he was okay.

“Right this way dear,” Leading you down the winding corridors, her syringe shaped cane clacked against the tiled floor. Its steady rhythm a direct contrast to the thunderous beat of your heart. Stopping just outside a door labeled as the infirmary your anxiety overflowed. Eyes watered as tears gathered on the rims and a few slipping by.

Gesturing for you to wait she sighed, “I healed him as much as I could, but the boy needs rest. He almost drowned today.” Wiping away the tears you nodded, attempting a brave face yet your mind swam with regrets.

‘He almost drowned? Almost died?! … We've been here less than two months and already he's had a brush with death. Was allowing him to come here truly for the best? What kind of mother am I for willingly putting him in danger? I knew the risks. How could I allow this? How could I…’

“Come.”

Half of the room had been sectioned off by drawn curtains, blocking the other patients from view. Light whispers shared between the two males fell silent once you had entered.

Upon seeing Akeno false bravery slid away and tears fell once more.

Rimmed with darkness his eyes remained closed with heavy breaths as he slept within the white sheeted hospital bed.

‘My baby’

Toshinori and Izuku laid beyond the thin curtain wall, both watching as the silhouetted woman stood before her son.

A shadowed hand reached for the boy, tenderly stroking his cheek before her head bowed to rest against his. Rushed breaths and sniffles indicated her distress as she wept.

An endless pit of anguish at both the situation and himself opened within the older man's heart. Sighing he looked away from the scene, up towards the white ceiling, and an unbandaged arm fell over his eyes. Afflicted by guilt any curiosity regarding the young man's mother vanquished, weighed down with the burden of responsibility.

“I should have been there sooner.” His voice barely above a breathed whisper, more so a taunt to himself. Yet within the otherwise silent room it carried through.

Your sobs stalled for a mere millisecond as recognition sparked fear into your aching heart.

You could recognize Toshinori’s voice anywhere.

‘Not here. Please not here. He can't be here. Not now.’

Trying to muffle the ragged sobs your body struggled to stand. Hunched and breaking you held your son's hand, squeezing it tightly to stay grounded. Heartaching for both the man beyond the curtain and your beloved child, your mind felt hazy, far too many emotions swarmed within.

“Ma’am?” An unfamiliar voice called out to you.

Peeking his head out from behind the curtain walls, Izuku had forgone Recovery Girl’s orders. Saddened and riddled with his own guilt he felt compelled to speak to the grieving woman. Your back remained turned towards him, yet your head lifted slightly in acknowledgment. “Akeno saved my life. He protected me and our classmates. You should be proud of him.”

‘Proud that my son almost got himself killed? Proud that I allowed him into this lethal field? Proud that my son… saved people?’

For a split second your head turned, facing the boy. ‘Akeno risked his life to save him?’ A bittersweet smile splayed across quivering lips. Izuku’s eyes widened, recollection though brief flashed within his mind.

You looked familiar…

Mouthing the words ‘Thank you.’ you turned back.

“I thought I said rest!” Recovery Girl had returned. Infuriated to see her patient in direct violation of her orders, her cane raised ready to wallop. Slinging the curtain back into place Izuku rushed back into his bed, though his mind swirled in confusion at what he had seen, or at least what he thought he saw. Recalling his stockpile of memories in an attempt to place exactly where he recognized that woman from, However, the after effects of Recovery Girl's quirk had his eyelids heavy. Dropping down, mind clouded and unclear sleep took hold before he could reminisce further.

Sitting beside your son's bed you awaited his awakening despite the ever looming presence of a man you had vowed to forsaken mere feet away. Azure eyes opened, hazed and confused they glanced around the unfamiliar room before locking onto you. His mouth opened yet only strained groans escaped. Blond brows furrowed as he continued to struggle, croaking crackled words. Quickly raising your hand you signed;

‘Don’t speak, you’re hurt.’ Nodding his own hands rose from under the sheets.

‘Did we win?’ A silent airy laugh escaped your lips, tears long since dried out. Rubbing his forearm with a soothing hand you comforted him with a nod.

Though the lighthearted mood soon turned stern.

‘You almost died, Akeno.’ Eyes downdrawn he stared at the white bedding. Hands fidgeting for a few moments, desperately trying to find the right words, until they steadied. Blond brows furrowed and lips drew into a tight line.

‘I did what I had to. To protect my friends.’ Sighing, you bent down, kissing the top of his forehead and ruffling a hand through his wild blond locks. Wrapping his arms around his mother the two embraced.

‘I know and I’m proud of you.’

#fanfic #all might #all might x reader #angst #mha all might #mha all might x reader #tw depressing stuff #bnha fanfiction #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #original character #original child character #x reader

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my0vershareworld · 2 years ago

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𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

Pairing: Espadas x GN!Arrancar reader

Genre: Fluff, Headcanons, Romantic.

CW: Rudeness.

Requested by Anon: hi! can I please request the espada with a s/o who is also their fraccion? : )

A/N: more noi stuff for me to do NICEEEE

Coyote Starrk

he needed someone calm and collective..and a fraccion who act like a friend to him.

he just lonely

he started to have feelings for you when you care about him so so much is..it feels good.

it feels good enough to have someone by his side as a friend. but even at best a lover who will love him the way he is

he's lazy most of the time. plus he barely even have anything to order or make you do anyways. so he mostly just sleeps with you. and most of the time Lilynette don't wake him up when he's sleeping with you since she don't wanted to ruin his sweet time with you. plus sometimes Lilynette even sleep in between both of you.

he's quite passive with the relationship with you and mostly just go with whatever you wish.

he loves you. loves when you're always staying with him. loves when you care about him so much. he loves everything about you. he never once have a day when he regret choosing you as his fraccion.

Baraggan Louisenbairn

Barraggan is regal, egotistical, and full of pride so he needs someone loyal and cherish him for his powers.

He does not hesitate to tell you that he's the leader of the relationship. which is right because he's the dominant one in the whole relationship.

he started to have feelings for you when you treated him so good. and you're just good looking. at least you don't look ridiculous like the others.

he put the duty of holding his zanpakuto to you and you only.

he usually and normally brags about his power to you a lot. no reason he just like showing off plus you're always by his side anyways.

he loves the loyalty you have for him. he will keep you safe forever and ever.

Tier Harribel

Harribel is calm, taciturn, level-headed, and analytical, preferring to not engage in combat. so of course she do want someone calm and understanding.

Harribel cares for her Fracción a lot. she just cares for you a lot more specifically.

she started to have feelings when you're just so adorable and loyal to her. she never met such an adorable person.

it feels good to have such an adorable little fraccion like you working for her like this. she can't handle how adorable whenever you smiled. it makes her heart beat so fast it hurt.

when she's with you she usually just hold you close to her unless you aren't comfortable with it. she loves cuddling with you and her 3 other fraccions REALLY ship both of you to death. they're literally the reason both you and Harribel got together in the first place.

honestly her 3 fraccions the moment they knew Harribel likes you they will literally follows you around to caught you being bad or talk shit about Harribel. they don't want Harribel to be caught in danger or anything bad if she got with you. they done enough investigation and think that you're literally perfect for their Harribel that's why later on they tried so hard to get both of you together.

she's passive with the relationship. she just goes with whatever honestly.

she loves you. she adores you. you're fucking adorable and so cute to her. absolutely will 100% protect you to death. and so would her Fraccions.

Ulquiorra Cifer

Ulquiorra is a very cold, callous, and dispassionate figure, and is rather aloof, brooding, and indifferent. why the hell wouldn't he don't want some calm, collective, understanding, and smart Fraccion for himself?

he loves when he don't even have to be or sound so demanding when he order you to do something nor ask much questions about his orders and do what he wish. it doesn't frustrated him like how the others do.

he started to like you when you just never or did find him weird like the others. and he likes that you never minded how blunt or how he don't understand feelings. instead you explained a lot of stuff to him.

it feels good to have someone as useful and perfect as you.

he'll mostly just always keep him close to him since he don't wanted to lose you ever. you are the most perfect being to him.

he honestly is more on a dominant side in the relationship and he will be in most control of the stuff you two will be doing. unless he really don't know what to do.

he loves you. he don't even know why. he just do. you mean so much to him and he never knew the reason why. but all he knows is that you're the reason he knew love.

Nnoitra Gilga

Nnoitra is extremely crude, sadistic, and lecherous..but secretly he just soft. he do want a fraccion that's quite obedient to him and understanding of him and can handle him.

he loves bragging to you how he wanted to be the most strongest espada and will beat whoever get in his way and kept reminding you that you're lucky he didn't decided to kill you the moment he saw you

he actually started loving you when you're just so..soft and kind to him no matter how much he actually hurt or insults you. you're just always so stubborn to him. you should already have left him alone but you didn't and continue to be by his side no matter what happened. it makes him feel good honestly. but sometimes he just wish you will finally leave him since he wasn't the bestest choice for you to choose.

it feels good to have such a kind and soft person that he can be soft and vulnerable to. he never felt this kind of feelings. it makes him feel weak. yet he can't deny that it makes him feel nice too. he fucking hates yet loves the feeling of it.

he's quite battle-hungry most of the time so he will fight some random arrancars to prove dominance and make you watch him so he can show off.

he honestly try to be as dominant as possible in the relationship yet he always ended up as submissive in the relationship. he always go with whatever you wanted because of the fear of losing you if he do something more worst than insulting you nonstop.

he loves you. the softness and tenderness in your touch is so..great. it feels so cold when you touch him yet..so warm. it makes him all fuzzy and soft inside. you see him blushing a lot whenever you touch him so softly and tenderly like a vase that can break at any moment. and he surprisingly let you.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Grimmjow possesses a brutal, impulsive, and excessively violent personality or overall just a wild animal so of course he wanted someone who will listen to him without any problem. yet still a little chill and someone who he can sometimes just casually hang with and someone who can just handle him.

he'll say whatever he wants with you. he's an honest and straightforward man he won't lie and won't go around his own point. he just straight to the point man.

he started to like when you're just soft and honestly just chill and kind to him no matter how animalistic he acts towards you or others. you're always there for him and isn't afraid of him. it frustrates him at first but he got used to it then find it..sweet later on.

it feels good to have such a person to just hang around and always free for him just to talk about whatever.

this man is absolute dominant in the relationship. he'll do and say what he wanted and always in charge. but there's still time he's soft and vulnerable to you.

he loves you. he loves your softness and kindness towards you. it frustrates him when you're so soft yet he can't deny that he fucking loves it at the same time. you're such a pain.

Zommari Rureaux

Zommari cultivates a calm, serious and contemplative personality so..yes he wanted someone similar to him. and even better someone that cherish and love Aizen and justice like him. you will get along with him better if you do like those 2 things.

he likes meditating and would not like you to bother him when he's doing it. unless you wanted to do it too.

he genuinely just likes bragging about how much he love justice and how much he cherish Aizen. honestly if you like those things you'll probably going to get along with him very well.

he starts to like you when you're just as crazy about the things he like and how well he get along with you. not a lot of people get along with him well because of his love (obsession) with justice and how well you handled him with it.

it feels good to have a person beside him that he can talk and obsessed over about justice and Aizen.

this dude it just. passive honestly. he'll just chill and go along with whatever.

he loves you. the way you like similar things to him. the way you always participate in things he like. is nice really.

Szayelaporro Granz

He is highly narcissistic. he'll love someone who will cherish him for how smart and kept reminding him of how he's a perfect being in every possible way.

he likes experimenting and he would not like you to join him nor help him at all. he's afraid of you ruining his work and experiments he's doing.

he loves bragging to you about how perfect and smart he is. and you always agrees with him and cherish him for it.

he started to like you when you're just seemingly always by his side and always cherish and talk about him. is rarely about you that sometimes..he wonders about things about you.

it feels good to have a cherisher like you by his side.

this fucking man is honestly dominant in the relationship. he's in control of everything because no matter if you're his lover he still thinks you're dumber than him..so you gotta deal with it.

he loves you the way you are. the way you're so kind and amazing and always cherish him.

Aaroniero Arruruerie

Aaroniero is Somewhat cruel and sadistic..yet insecure of himself. he never wanted a fraccion if he was honest. but he was force too because of Aizen. he didn't know why he picked you. he just randomly did.

the thing he immediately order you to do is stay away from him as much as possible.

he likes staying away from you. just. please don't touch him please the poor man is insecure.

when you tried to get closer to him he will immediately yells at you to go away. but the more you kept trying to talk to him the more he just..let you. he didn't knew why are you so..stubborn and wanted to talk to him this much.

he never have such a person like you who wanted to talk to him this much ever before. he enjoys your company honestly but he hates how he enjoys it.

he started to like you when you're just so..soft and kind to him and always by his side..he hates how you treat him so well like he's an actual being that deserves every good thing.

it feels good to have such person to keep him accompanied. he loves you.

your tentacle husband is submissive in the relationship he'll do what you wanted him too since he's so afraid and scared of losing you.

he loves you. no matter how you looks. if you're kind and soft to him and aren't scared of him because of his appearance? he's in love with you.

Yammy Llargo

Yammy is a powerful, yet dense so he'll probably wanted someone who just can help him with stuff and probably someone who can cook him food that he can eat.

honestly i genuinely dont know what to do with him

#espada #espada x y/n #espada x you #espada x reader #bleach headcanons #bleach fluff #bleach x y/n #bleach x you #bleach x reader #{ 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 }#I RAN OUT OF IDEA FOR YAMMY FORGIVE ME

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pavlovianpanic · 1 month ago

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and yes, the post i've been meaning to make but keep forgetting: mark and drug use.

no surprise! mark also uses drugs. or did??

his drug of choice is coke ... or was? it's cut, but he indicates in the dark room that he was fond of champagne and coke "in the 90s". based on this post, we know his timeline is actually a little wonky with LIS 1 and needs to be addressed.

i'm sure he was quite into cannabis growing up, drinking, and then ultimately kind of found his way to coke, which was big in the 80s, but also in the 90s.

1990s. The National Household Survey on Drug Abuse (NHSDA) reported that in the United States in 1999 that cocaine was used by 3.7 million people, or 1.7% of the household population age 12 and older.

additional stats moving into the 2000s:

At the height of the drug's popularity, 10.4 million people used the drug (1982). In 1985, 5.7 million people were cocaine abusers, but by 2000, this figure had dropped to 1.2 million. About one in five of these were crack cocaine users (265,000).

he mentions doing coke after shoots, indicating he was in his addiction heavily while he was independent of sean, but likely started with sean.

i think sean "had his time", but it was quick and neat, and he's more of a drinker now.

it's too risky for a man like him to be doing cocaine. he's not an artist, he's got too much to lose, and yes, men like sean absolutely do coke in power. but sean also has a very calculated way of working. i worked for a coke addict heavy in his addiction, he was always getting arrested, making erratic decisions, and overall ruining the business before he got clean.

but i do think he and sean were heavy into cocaine. mark relied on it more than sean, but sean was actively using with him (and alone). they do things much "harder" together, but still actively act autonomously. sean is just usually pulling the strings, but mark actively leaves sean, has his own career, and continues his drug use. drinking, too.

by the time we see him? little drinks are had here and there to keep him steady, he ends with a nightcap (hot tea and a liquor he's favoring). i don't think he'll go back to coke now? he'll smoke cannabis still, but you won't catch him totally blazed, make sense? he's methodical now in how he does things. smoking a joint with nathan makes him seem cool, loose, and able to be trusted while also not giving nathan anything too hard. i think he drank with rachel. it's more "mature", less "party", and he's too antiquated for that now. but he regales her of his glory days. he loves those.

i don't think mark spiraled as much as nathan actively is as nathan is an addict and mark? grew up. nathan doesn't have that chance. he doesn't always get to grow up depending on what you choose, of course, and he's not fairing better on the other side.

#mark jefferson.#sean prescott.#headcanon.#it's more about mark but sean is mentioned

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stargareed · 2 months ago

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Leave Your Mark

Summary: Jon and Dany have a fight, then make up after Jon gives a thoughtful gift, then realize that the issue they were fighting over isn’t as pressing as they thought.

(Jonerys fanfic)

Jon sat with Dany on the beach of Blackwater Bay waiting for the sun to rise. They tried to come out a few days before, but it was far too cloudy. However, this morning the reds, oranges, yellows, and pinks graced the sky above the horizon unobscured, signaling that they likely didn’t have long to wait to see the sun in all its glory. Though Jon wasn’t in a hurry, with his trousers rolled up to his knees and his bare feet only a foot or two away from the water.

A few weeks prior they had watched the sun disappear beyond the horizon from the shores of the Sunset Sea on Fair Isle, and Dany said it was strange that they had never seen the sunrise from the shores of Blackwater Bay. Apparently, watching it from the safety of the Red Keep was not the same for Dany. A sunrise isn’t a sunrise unless you could potentially be attacked by a crab, Jon thought as he watched a red, eight-legged creature scuttle sideways not far from where they were sitting. Or was it ten-legged? Do the claws count as legs? A true king should know such things. Ghost was supposed to be protecting them, but only the gods know where he went. While Jon could warg into Ghost, he was afraid that the moment he did he’d find a seagull in his mouth, and he’d rather have bacon for breakfast when they got back to the Red Keep.

Jon turned to look at Dany, who had her toes buried in the sand and seemed lost in thought staring at the waves. Her profile was absolutely stunning. There was a perfect dip between her graceful brow and small, but regal nose. And then there were her imminently-kissable full lips, which gave way to a lovely chin. Gods, am I really lusting after her chin? Truly, she belonged on coins. Though, on second thought, it would likely ruin Westeros’s economy because no one would spend anything as they’d never want to part with her portrait. I am a lucky man.

She turned to look at him and grinned, futilely trying to keep stray hairs from being blown into her face by the wind which seemed to grow stronger over open water. Then she turned back to look at the bay, and her grin faded once more into a more contemplative look. I can’t wait for her to open her present when we get back.

“Isn’t it strange how the waves come, one after the other?” Dany asked, breaking the silence. “And each one is only here for a moment before it recedes, quickly replaced by another. I couldn’t tell you the difference between the last wave I saw and a wave I saw five minutes ago. They all look the same. They don’t leave a mark.”

“Well, some waves leave a mark, just not a good one,” Jon reasoned. “Don’t you remember the tidal wave that came through a few years ago that damaged some of the homes along the shore?”

“I do. And that’s precisely what I want to be: a tidal wave, but for good. I want to leave a mark,” Dany stated boldly.

Jon chuckled. “I’m fairly certain you’ve already left a mark. You brought dragons back, defeated the Army of the Dead, restored House Targaryen . . . first ruling Queen . . . should I continue, or do you get the point?”

“We’re co-rulers, Jon. And while those things are nice, I don’t want to become fat and complacent,” Dany dismissed his praise.

Jon snorted and looked back at the open waters. “You’ll never do that. It’s simply not in your nature.” When he turned to look at her again, he noticed that she looked slightly hurt that he wasn’t taking her seriously. Seven help me.

Jon once again turned his attention back to the white caps along the water. “Well, what would you like to do to further leave your mark?” He squinted his eyes as he saw the yellow-orange sun begin to peak above the horizon. He opened his mouth to tell Dany.

“I’d like to change the rules of succession so that the oldest child is the heir, regardless of what is between their legs,” Dany blurted out.

Jon closed his mouth and furrowed his brow. “That . . . that would certainly leave a mark. And of course, the Dornish have done it that way for a thousand years and it seems to work for them. Well, we can speak with Aemon and get his thoughts on the matter.”

“Why would we need to speak with Aemon?” Dany asked.

“Because he’s the heir, and he’s the one who’d implement the change,” Jon explained, looking at Dany slightly confused.

“He’s the heir under the old system. He wouldn’t be the heir under the new system. That’d be Alys.”

“You’re not serious?” Jon asked, getting offended on his son’s behalf. Though, when he saw a flash of anger cross his wife’s face, he immediately regretted his choice of words. I need to be more measured. He sighed. “Dany, if we decide to make the change, we can’t implement it now. Aemon has been the heir for 14 years. If we tell him that Alys is now the heir, he’ll assume we think he’s unworthy. That would crush him.”

“No, he won’t. I’ll talk to him and explain that we all must sacrifice for future generations. He’ll understand. Unlike his father, he’s capable of being reasonable,” Dany complained. Jon glared at her, both for her words and the disdain in her voice when she spoke the word “father.” Dany refused to meet his stare, and instead looked out over the water at a sunrise that didn’t seem to matter anymore.

Don’t lose your temper. She’s hurt because she thinks you’re being dismissive. “Dany, he might say he understands, but you know inside he’ll be hurt. Why not just wait a few years and apply it to the next generation of unborn children?”

“And what about Alys, Jon? You of all people know how brilliant she is and what a great Queen she’d make!” Dany boldly met his stare and spoke with passion in her voice. “After all, you’re the one who stays up half the night talking to her about history and politics. I know she’s your favorite.” Dany cocked her brow.

“Maybe she is, we’re . . . we’re very similar. But that doesn’t change the fact that changing the rules now would be unfair to Aemon, who I know is your favorite, which makes it even more puzzling that you’re so willing to hurt him.”

“It won’t hurt him, Jon. He’ll understand. I know my son. He’s good, and he wants to do what’s right,” Dany defended.

“Is it right, though?” Jon asked.

“Are you serious? You don’t think women are capable rulers?” Dany was indignant.

“No. I never said that. Quit putting words in my mouth,” Jon said frowning. He hesitated for a moment to collect his thoughts. “My point is, even if it’s a good rule in theory, that doesn’t mean it’s a good rule in reality.”

“Explain.” Dany crossed her arms.

“Well, for one, for better or worse, the majority of lords will prefer a male ruler,” Jon reasoned.

“Why does that matter?”

“It will cause tension. I’m not saying that that fact alone should prevent the new rule, but it is something we should consider at the very least.” Dany sighed. “Also,” Jon continued, “there’s the issue with last names. Despite being the heir, Rhaenyra’s children with Laenor were Velaryons. So, there’s a chance that, unless she married her brother, any ruling queen’s heirs would not be Targaryens. Is that what we want?”

“First, everyone knows Rhaenyra’s children with Laenor weren’t Laenor’s. Which is another benefit to a ruling queen. We can guarantee that her heirs are actually hers and that there won’t be any repeats of the Robert-Cersei-Jaime farce.”

“True,” Jon admitted.

“And as for last names, we can just do what the Dornish have done. Any inheriting female gives her last name to her children,” Dany reasoned. "And I'm sure Jacaerys would have inherited the Targaryen name along with the throne had things turned out differently."

“But what man would marry a queen knowing that his sons won’t share his name?” Jon scoffed.

“Um, one that gets to be a king?! You know how ambitious families are, they’d take that trade any day!”

“A consort isn’t a king,” Jon dismissed.

“Are you saying Queen Alysanne wasn’t a real queen?” Dany retorted. Fuck, she’s got me there.

“Look, my point is, even if the rule is a good one, that doesn’t mean we should immediately implement it without consideration of the consequences.”

“I’m tired of compromising to placate old men. I tried to do that in Meereen and it almost got me killed!” Dany exclaimed.

“Well, I refused to compromise as Lord Commander and it did get me killed!” Jon shot back.

Dany glared at him. “Of course, you’d bring that up,” she complained as she got up to leave.

“Why shouldn’t I bring that up? If you were murdered, you can’t tell me it wouldn’t affect your future decisions!” Jon was getting exasperated at his wife’s stubbornness.

“I wouldn’t let it paralyze me into inaction, and neither should you!”

“I’ve done plenty of action and made plenty of changes as King. I’m sorry if I’m not as impulsive as you and actually like to think things through,” Jon replied harshly.

“Fuck you, Jon!” Dany bent down, picked up a handful of sand, and threw it at him before storming off.

“Are you serious? How old are you?” Jon complained as he wiped the sand from his shirt. Dany didn’t answer. He sighed and took one final glance at the sun, which was now sitting high above the horizon in a blue sky, the earlier vibrant colors having long disappeared.

The trip back to the Red Keep was long and full of awkward silence. Jon couldn’t help but notice the looks of pity his kingsguard gave him. Or maybe he was imagining it? After all, they’d heard far more embarrassing sounds coming out of Jon and Dany’s bedchamber than a heated argument.

When Jon finally returned to his bedchamber, he found Dany standing beside a box. Gods, I forgot about the present. “What is this?” she asked, looking almost annoyed.

“It’s a present,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Don’t think you can just buy your way out of trouble,” she warned.

Jon rolled his eyes. “I got this before I knew you were going to be so mean to me this morning.”

She huffed and opened the lid. Then she paused, staring wide eyed at the contents of the box. She slowly raised her shaking hands and picked up what was inside, revealing a slender gold crown set with gemstones of different colors.

“How?” she choked.

Jon smiled. “Well, it’s quite a long stor--” he began, stopping when he saw her fall to her knees.

She hugged the crown tight and wept, whispering “muna” over and over as she slowly rocked back and forth. Jon’s heart tugged at the sight of his love’s raw emotion. He wanted desperately to comfort her, but he also wanted her to have time alone with the crown, the only physical reminder she had of a mother she never knew. After a few moments Dany started shaking and Jon rushed over, fell to his knees, and enveloped his aunt in a tight hug. She put the crown down and returned his hug fiercely, continuing to cry. Their earlier argument now seemed so petty.

“I’m sorry,” Jon said with a muffled voice.

“I’m sorry I threw sand at you,” Dany replied, her crying beginning to abate, replaced by sniffles.

Jon smiled. He helped her stand up and Dany placed the beautiful crown on the bed. She once again hugged him tightly, then broke to look up at him with glistening violet eyes that never failed to mesmerize him. “You got me my mother’s crown?” Dany asked, her voice filled with emotion. Jon nodded. “You got me my mother’s crown?!”

Jon laughed. “Aye.”

She hugged him again, even tighter than before. Then she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him, supporting herself by wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders. It was the most deliberate kiss he ever experienced, and it caused tingles and feelings of warmth to rush over his body.

After several seconds Jon started to break away, only to have Dany’s hands cup the back of his head to keep him in place. “Mm-mmm,” she commanded, and so the kiss continued a while longer, though he didn’t mind.

She eventually separated their lips, though she remained close, lightly brushing her nose against his, while her wet lashes kissed his cheek. Then she lowered herself and rested her head on his chest, draping her arms around his lower back. He kissed the crown of her head. How fitting.

“I want to show Alys,” Dany broke the silence, her voice muffled by Jon’s chest.

“Of course, that’s a wonderful idea,” Jon agreed and got Dany something to wipe her eyes with.

Alys’s door was already cracked, so they opened it and made their way inside, only to stop dead in their tracks at the sight that greeted them. Alys and Aemon were laying on the bed, kissing one another passionately and running their hands all over the other’s body. Jon blinked a few times in disbelief, and upon realizing that his children were oblivious to their parents’ presence, loudly cleared his throat.

His two children quickly separated at the sound, flushed with embarrassment. “Uh, sorry, um, we were just, uh, reading,” Aemon said, picking up a long-forgotten book that also happened to be on the bed beside him.

“Yes, and, you see, the characters . . . um, kissed partway through the book, and well, we wanted to know what that was like, so we could, uh, better understand the story,” Alys added.

Jon and Dany just stared at them in silence.

“But don’t worry, it was surprisingly gross, actually,” Aemon chimed in, his excuses getting worse by the moment.

“Yes, we definitely won’t be doing that again anytime soon. Or ever, I mean, ever,” Alys replied.

Dany and Jon continued to silently scold them by letting the awkwardness hang over the room, embarrassed for their children’s sakes. Thankfully, Dany finally spoke. “Yes, it looked like you both were just having a miserable time kissing one another. And we are impressed by your dedication to understanding the book characters.” She looked at Jon.

Jon nodded. “Yes, very . . . impressed.”

“Alright, well, you two may continue reading, as long as the door remains completely open.” Dany raised her brow, warning her children. “After all, you need proper ventilation when you read. You don’t want things getting too stuffy.”

“Aye, stuffy reading is the worst,” Jon added.

“Thanks, we love you!” Aemon and Alys said as Jon and Dany left the room and made their way back to their bedchambers.

“Well, it looks like our earlier argument is now moot,” Jon said.

“Yes. And honestly, co-ruling has worked well for us, and it will likely work for them, too,” Dany added. Then she stopped walking and turned to face him. “Wait, how did you get my mother’s crown again?”

Jon grinned. “As I said, it’s a long story. But it may have involved making the person who originally found it a lord of an abandoned castle in the Crownlands. I mean, it’s not like I gave him Harrenhal.”

“No, that’s . . . I agree. That was reasonable.” Dany said.

“And, well, I may have threatened to dracarys someone’s house who was trying to extort a higher price. But it was only a threat, I wouldn’t have actually done it even if he refused to retract his exorbitant demands.”

“As king, you are expected to vigorously negotiate on behalf of House Targaryen. As far as I’m concerned, you did nothing wrong.” She once again defended his questionable actions. He smiled. We may end up in one of the Seven Hells, but at least we’ll be there together.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I’d like to do a little reading myself,” Dany said suggestively. “But with the door shut. I want things to get a little . . . stuffy.”

Jon grinned as he wrapped his arms around her and patted her bottom. “Aye. Stuffy reading is the best.”

#asoiaf #jon snow #daenerys targaryen #fanfic

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artsy0wl · 2 years ago

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Every Offense, Sir, but I Never Liked You Either. Now Especially. Chapter 1

Continuing on from the Champion Night Terror fic of mine, this planned six chapter fic follows Raihan and Leon after that fic.

Summary: After a lovely vacation with Leon, Raihan decides to pay a certain someone a visit. WITHOUT Leon. The man before him, smug yet disappointed, tries to tear Raihan down. Why? To ’prove’ that Raihan is worthless and because he believes Raihan does not deserve Leon. Rather, Leon is owned by the man before Raihan.

When Leon finds out, he’s frightened by the fact Rose would try hurting Raihan. Afraid that his words will drive Raihan away. And when Leon gathers the courage to face Rose, how will things end?

Link for AO3 page at the end

Purple hair danced as fingers twirled through it as soft breathes slowly raised. Closed eyes hide beneath messy bangs as Leon’s frame sprawled over the bed. His face burrowed into Raihan’s shirt as an arm laid over him. Outside of the window, Murkrow were flying in the sky, some coming from the direction of Valor Lakefront.

The vacation was just what they needed. Sinnoh was a lovely region. Better than Raihan initially thought. The lakefronts were gorgeous, scenic and full of like. And Raihan was certain they saw one of the legendary Lake Guardians. Azelf, if he recalled correctly.

The battles at the hotel were a fun break from Gym battles. They even challenge a few gym leaders unofficially for fun. It also showed how the Sinnoh’s leaders differed from Galar’s. Everyone seemed to have fun, even if they were beaten, and the smile on Leon’s face was worth it.

Leon introduced Raihan to Cynthia. Who, despite appearing regal and much more intimidating than Leon, was actually really nice and down to earth. She didn’t have a smug ego, despite her title as champion, and she seemed to enjoy spending time with them. And when they visited the ruins in Celetic Town, Cynthia kind of reminded Raihan of Sonia with how well versed and intrigued she was with Sinnoh’s legends. She even offered to show them the Spear Pillars, where Palkia and Diaga frequented. And though they would not get to see the famed legends of time and space, it was an engrossing visit.

All in all, it was an eventful vacation. Seeing Leon smile after the trauma he had gone through and revealed was all that Raihan could ask for. Raihan was a bit sad that it was coming to a close in the morning. Maybe, he could convince Leon to coming back for another vacation in the near future.

Yet, despite the relaxed peace and finally getting a much needed break for the both of them, Raihan couldn’t sleep. As he continued to lightly run his hand through Leon’s hair, blue eyes were gazing at the ceiling. His mind was restless and wandered back to what occurred before they left. The night terrors and the trauma Leon had been holding onto.

Leon was starting to get help. He got to a consultation before they left, which confirmed that Leon has depression and most likely has PTSD because of the Eternatus battle and how things went down with Rose. Though they wanted to do a few more tests to be certain.

Raihan was glad the road to recovery started, completely understanding, and mentally prepared for, the bumps they would hit along the way. Smooth progress wasn’t going to be a guarantee and he knew that. However, Raihan felt as though he wasn’t doing enough. That he needed to do something more.

Rose needed to face justice. For more than just reigniting the Darkest Day. Or at the very least, closure. Questions needed to be answered and Leon needed to know if Rose regretted any of it.

Of course, Raihan wasn’t going to put Leon through anything this soon. He wasn’t ready. Raihan didn’t even want Leon to visit Rose in jail. However, Rose wasn’t off the hook either.

A squeak escaped Leon as he shuffled slightly. His breathing picked up as amber eyes slowly creaked open. Rubbing his eyes, Leon pushed himself up a little. Yawning, he looked at Raihan, tired, but concerned.

“What are you doing up?” Leon asked.

“I’m not tired.” Raihan sighed, brushing a few strands of bangs aside.

Leon tried to roll off of Raihan. “Sorry.”

An arm wrapped around Leon’s waist, keeping him where he was. “Don’t be. You need sleep and I’m comfortable.”

Leon nodded, shuffling slightly. He wrapped his arms around Raihan. Burying his face in Raihan’s shoulder, Leon fell asleep.

“Rest easy, Leon.”

Raihan was the first one up. Having already done most of the needed packing, outside of needing to pack the pajamas Leon was currently wearing, he was brewing coffee for the two of them. He had managed to fall asleep for about an hour or two, but got up because he was feeling restless.

Their flight wasn’t for a few hours, so he wasn’t in a rush. Checking his phone, he had a notification. It had a date and time on it that needed filling. He sent a response, hearing movement from the other room.

Leon, now dressed, emerged from the bedroom. He packed his pajamas in his suitcase before joining Raihan at the table. Yawning, he smiled at Raihan.

“Sleep well?” Raihan inquired.

Leon nodded. “Mhm. Did you get any?”

“For a couple hours, yeah.”

“Good.” Leon took a sip of coffee. “I was worried.”

Smiling, Raihan held his hand. “Don’t worry too much. I can’t have you going grey this young.”

Leon chuckled. “But I’d look so cute grey. Like a little old man.”

Raihan snorted. “If you’re little, I must be tiny.”

They spend the next hour getting breakfast and heading to the airport. Their flight was one of the first and they got back to Galar at a reasonable time.

It only took a few hours to get to Galar, and though they loved being in Sinnoh, being home felt nice. For the rest of the day unpacking and relaxing. With no obligations, there was nothing to stress over. No need to rush.

Two Days Later

“I shouldn’t be gone long.” Raihan stated. “You sure you’ll be okay?”

“Of course.” Leon confirmed. “Ma’s going to be stopping by and Sonia wanted to do a routine check up on Charizard. They’ll keep me busy while you’re gone.”

“Good.” Raihan kissed Leon’s forehead. “Don’t do anything too crazy.”

Wyndon Penitentiary. Raihan didn’t want to be here, but he had to. For one reason and one reason only.

Going through the proper clearances, he was brought to a room where visitations were held. He took a seat as one of the guards went to get who he was visiting. Raihan was a but anxious about this visit.

He didn’t tell Leon he was here or who he was visiting. Just that he was looking to meet with someone. Lying to Leon like that hurt. But, at the same time, Raihan was doing this on behalf of Leon in an attempt to help him without stunting his progress this soon. Raihan would tell Leon about this, when he was in a good mindset. That much, Raihan was sure of.

“Of all the people to visit me, you are at the bottom of my list.” Rose stated, as he was ushered to the table by two guards and sat down. “Tell me, where’s Leon? I do miss him.”

#au #fanfic #fanfiction #ship fic #angst #kibana #leon #pokemon #raileon #pokémon #truerivalshipping #angst with comfort #dande #chairman rose #rose #past trauma #leon x raihan #raihan x leon

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intothewickedwood · 1 year ago

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1, 3, 7, 11, 19, 20, 21, 23 for Kathryn!

Yay, Kathryn! Thank you, Maria! <3

My first impression of them

I can't 100 percent remember. I think I was a little confused about who she was and thought she was David's demanding sister, or something. I thought they kinda looked alike. I don't think I warmed up to her until I saw her as Kathryn. But when she showed up in the hospital scene, I was so touched by how much she cared about David and how kind and sweet she seemed. I think I was questioning whether Henry's book was real but was also kinda wary in case she was a Regina minion. But I didn't wanna believe it because she seemed so nice.

Her bringing a basket of muffins was the cutest gosh darn thing I've ever seen in my entire life and I was fully sold by then. But I also loved that she stood up for herself and knew she deserved to seek and find her heart's desires- all while being incredibly generous and forgiving in Storybrooke and the EF.

3. A song that reminds me of them

I know she doesn't have hazel eyes, haha, but I came across this fan vid. and I just love it so much. It's on my favourite fan vid playlist (which I listen to, like, every other weekend). It's 'Behind These Hazel Eyes'.

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7. A quote of them that you remember

"No, you're not. A friend wouldn't do this. A friend wouldn't lie. Everyone is lying to me!" - It just tears my heart out. Poor woman got caught in the middle of a mess that had little to do with her, and it almost ruined what she thought was her whole life. She must have felt so alone and like she could trust no one. My heart really went out to her. She deserved so much better. But the way she chose to look at things from a different perspective for her own sake, and tried to pursue real happiness, was so admirable. It's a shame she got drugged and locked in a basement afterwards! That'd must have been really horrible and terrifying. Poor Kathryn couldn't catch a break!

11. What’s the first thing you think about when thinking about the character?

I get the warm fuzzies. Season 1 nostalgia to the max! My favourite season is not my favourite season without Kathryn. It just wouldn't be the same. She has a very special place in my heart and I just want her to have all the happiness and I cry and I am baking her cranberry muffins as we speak, even though I really freaking hate cranberries. That's how awesome I think she is! I am willing to touch dried fruit with my human hands just for her!

19. The most random ship you've seen people have with them

I tried to look for a blog I thought I saw a rare Kathryn pair on a while back that I couldn't remember, but found Kathryn x Ingrid on another blog instead. I feel like I kinda get it, as to me they have similar vibes a.k.a they're both pretty regal. I gotta read it! It's here if anyone's interested!

20. A weird headcanon

One thing I've always thought deep down is that, despite essentially psychologically torturing her, Gold tried to be nice about it, if that makes sense. I think he maybe got her nice food, maybe sat with her, and tried to calm her – not that she knew what was going on. Don't get me wrong, Gold can be very cruel, but that cruelty is usually directed at people who have wronged him or those who made a deal with him without reading their contract properly, like poor Anna. Kathryn was completely innocent and likely made no deals, so I don't think he would hit her with his cane or anything (at least, I hope not!). He could have killed her like Regina wanted him to, but he didn't. Whether that was to ensure things would work in his favor, an act of mercy, or something in between, I suppose is a bit of a mystery. Nevertheless, what he did was still terrible.

21. When do you think they were at their happiest?

I think with Frederick pre or post curse. She seemed to have very fond memories of her time with him before he turned to gold, so probably then. But I like to think she'd find even more happiness after the curse, whether she ended up with him or not. Now I think about it, I wonder if she tried to cross Lake Nostos to save Frederick. I can't remember if she said she did. Did the siren seduce her too?? Where's that scene at?!

23. Future headcanon

I don't mind a happy ending where Regina doesn't end up with a love interest, although goodness knows I would have loved to see her end up with Facilier. But since canon won't let us have him back (not without more time travel, at least!), I think it would be nice if Kathryn and Regina reestablished a relationship and it maybe developed into something more. Maybe things didn't work out with Freddie (sorry, Freddie!) and things end up coming full circle, where they both end up at some sort of celebration party together. Maybe they're both feeling a little lonely, and Kathryn sits next to Regina, and they just talk and reconnect. Oh snap, this was more of a wish than a headcanon before I wrote it out, but I'm totally adopting it as an official headcanon now!

I like to think she is good friends with the Charmings too!

#ouat #once upon a time #kathryn nolan #princess abigail #ask #asks #darkpoisonouslove #ask game

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jjungkooksthighs · 1 year ago

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He bends his thumb against her lip, his nail pressing into it as he sniggers, “You want to know what I’m planning.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement. She gives a breathy sound of assent. He considers her, his irises spreading down her exposed form and lingering on the swell of her ass before they ascend back up. “I have already given you the answer to that.” His nail bites into her soft, plushy lip as he continues, “clearly you were not listening. Since I’ve got you on your hands and knees before me, there should be nothing to distract you from heeding me now.” His voice darkens, and even the firelight dims under it. “My plan, omega, is to take from you your brattiness and give to you the submission that cowers in you.” He rests his elbow against his knee, his chin coming down to rest on his balled up fist as he goes on. “My plan, omega, is to have you witness just how powerless you are against me and strip from you the means you have to fight back.”

His words are loud and clear. And in the silence that follows after, the resolve darkening his demeanor speaks even louder. Her alpha's always been a confident male, and that boldness was always magnified when he was around her. Whether it was because he felt comfortable around her, or if it was because she was just as shy in magnitude, she never understood. All she knew was that she liked it. But now.. the reason is crystal clear. His confidence came from a strong sense of belief. A belief that had started off as a small spark of hope back in the day, when he'd watch her from afar, starry-eyed and in absolute awe, counting his way up to the time when he'd finally be able to make her his. A wishful thought.. a wonderful hope that kept him going through the torturous wait for her. And that hope had bloomed into more when they'd finally gotten time to spend together. It was the fucking truth. She loved him. Similarly, the confidence he carries now is fueled with a sense of belief. Except, this time, the truth did not sparkle in his eyes. Instead, it dimmed them with lust, drowning her in a sin pool of desire, arousal and intimidation. He believed in every word he just uttered. He was going to rid her of all of that energy that fuels her tantrums and undisciplined antics. He was going to show her just how powerless he could make her if he willed. He will rid her of the brat that lives within, and he will show her what it means to fucking submit. It's as if he can see the gears turning in her head, because, he watches her with amusement. And once that last thought of hers echoes through her mind and his alike, he speaks, the command that leaves his lips confirming her truth.

“Suck on my fingers, whore. Since you like to use your mouth so much, let’s put it to good use.” He brusquely orders.

As he finishes, he runs the pads of his fingers along her soft tongue, her spit wetting them as he does.

He’d never forget the first time he’d taken him into her mouth. Gods, she had been exquisite. Dressed in that gown that had been the color of the moon, its gossamer material had been spun of the finest white thread. That perfectly fitted bodice had opened along her chest in a ‘v’ that the inside of her breasts had peeked through. Underneath that, a thick band the same color circling her waist. And gods, when she’d gotten down on her knees and that skirt of hers had pooled around her, she had been the picture of regality.

He’d wanted to ruin her.

Even the facial colorings she’d had around her eyes had not been smeared when she’d tentatively taken his cock between her lips for the first time. But oh, he remembers how her eyes had watered when he’d pushed his cock so deep into her mouth that he’d hit the back of her throat.

It had been an ecstasy he had never known existed.

He had never wanted anything as badly as he wanted her. It had taken every morsel of his self control not to take her then in the midst of his need for her.

He’d had so many fantasies about her that he’d lost count. So many nights he’d held himself in his hand, his mind full of imagined scenarios and happenings that only included her as the main attraction.

Nothing could ever compare to the real thing. And she certainly had become skilled in giving. He’d made sure of that.

That is why he has no reservations when it comes to playing with her mouth as draws his fingers up and down her warm, wet tongue and she lets him. With each pass of his fingers over it, her eyes gradually flutter closed as if she, too, is thinking of the his cock is so much heavier, so much larger, than his two fingers.

“Close your mouth and suck, slut. Do I need to tell you again, or is it that you want me to fuck your face like the whore you are?”

#alpha jungkook asks

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lindsayrps · 1 year ago

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radiant beam in the night

nell hates the idea of a going away party but mary insists that they’ve got some time while the boys are grounded for a few days, everyone loves a good party and who is she to deny them their fun at a time like this? she doesn’t quite trust that mary does all the planning on her own but doesn’t bring it up and, instead, focuses on counting down the hours until she’ll be leaving the base behind for a more permanent post in london. it’s hard to say that she regrets the decision because she doesn’t, not really, but she’s come to realize that it wasn’t as easy of a decision to make as she’d initially thought it would be. the people here, the red cross girls and an unexpectedly large contingent of the airmen, had become as close to family as nell would get in circumstances like this and it was hard to let that go.

the night before she leaves, mary and helen insist on doing her hair and makeup and while nell doesn’t get the fuss, she’s happy for some time with the two of them. she’s never had sisters, imagines this might be what it’s like and almost cries at the thought of not seeing them, or anyone else here, after tomorrow until helen tells her that she better not ruin all of her hard work. she’s almost happy she has to wear her uniform otherwise she was sure that they’d spend half the night trying to find something nice to wear in the very little nell had been able to bring with her. they pull her over to the club when all is said and done and long before they even get to the doors, nell can hear the music pouring from the inside. they don’t make a grand entrance (for which she is thankful) but she feels put on the spot, all the same, when the three of them walk in and all eyes are suddenly on her. there’s a few hoots and hollers, nell’s sure they all come from a select few people, but the attention dissipates quickly as everyone goes back to enjoying their time off while it lasts.

not unsurprisingly, the friends she’d made here are gathered at one end of the bar. they’re maybe a drink or two in, already, but she doesn’t mind and happily joins them. drink in one hand, sidney halstead slings an arm over her shoulders and pulls her against his side. he’s grinning so wide like everyone else around her, regaling each other with stories from the last few weeks. it’s a sight she doesn’t think she’s seen in the entire time she’s been here and it’s so nice that, for a moment, nell forgets that things can be so bleak and unforgiving beyond the walls of this place.

"you enjoy your party," sidney says to her, "it’s a miracle we got the damn thing planned in time."

"we?" nell glances over in mary’s direction, the other woman averting her gaze as nell smiles, "mary said she planned the whole thing."

"like hell she did," he exclaims, tosses an accusatory look in her direction.

"it was my idea!" mary crows and sidney flaps a hand in her direction as if to dismiss her.

"so you’re all pilots," nell tilts her head to look up at him and then around the group, "and party planners? is there anything you can’t do?"

"sing" echoes from two sides, both elliot and indigo chiming in at the exact same time and elicits laughter from almost everyone without missing a beat.

"speak for yourselves," david says, nursing his drink. "sid and i are fantastic singers."

there’s more laughter before some of them scatter, weaving through the room. when nell tries to do the same in an attempt to see who else has shown up sidney pulls her back and into a crushing hug that she swears would’ve suffocated her if she hadn’t rested her chin on his shoulder ever so slightly. "gonna miss seeing you around here, howard." he says.

"i’ll miss you, too, sid."

he finally lets her go and she turns to survey the crowd of people. she’s sure she’s seen all of them at the clubmobile over the last few months, doling out coffee, donuts and cigarettes, mostly, when they aren’t on high alert for one reason or another. nell figures she’ll miss the quieter moments the most, the ones where she isn’t holding her breath or counting the number of planes that land back on base after missions.

there were too many people to talk to, to be sure, but she crosses the room towards david. if nell hadn’t known better, she’d have guessed that he’d been flirting with every woman here tonight but he’d changed or at least she’d thought so, anyways, in the last few weeks. she didn’t think he’d ever really stopped but he’d maybe been a little less persistent from what she could tell. she taps him on the shoulder, asks "got time for dance?" when he turns towards her and is swept, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, over to the dance floor.

she’s never not liked him, to be truthful. they were never going to be perfectly matched, for many reasons, but she might even go so far as to say she’d become fond of him in her time here.

"told you i’d save you a dance." david says with that grin on his face that she’s gotten used to over the last few months. "just had to wait a little bit."

"you were very patient." nell nods, laughs as he spins the both of them around the makeshift dance floor. it’s not the same, they both know that, but she appreciates the sentiment all the same. his hand is warm as he squeezes her waist gently and for maybe the first time, she doesn’t hate it. the music changes and david glances just over her shoulder which...isn’t entirely hard to do, honestly. she’d been right to assume, the first time they’d met, that he’d be at least a foot taller than her if they were ever on even ground and the fact that she’s wearing heels did very little to change that. "think someone wants to cut in," he says and she turns, spotting elliot standing there. he’s too nice, she’s learned, to make much of a fuss but david knows so he gets it even if elliot doesn’t say anything.

they switch places but it’s more intimate, there’s no denying it. the music is slower and they dance closer together. nell’s hand rests in his, the other one curving around to rest on his shoulder, his free hand at her waist. losing her brother in the early days of the war had broken her in ways she hadn’t thought possible and she’d promised herself that she wasn’t going to get close enough to anyone for however long this thing lasted to avoid meeting the same fate and yet, elliot had crashed (gracefully) through the defences she’d set up and planted himself firmly in a place she couldn’t quite get him to leave.

not that she would’ve wanted him to.

"do you know when the new girl is supposed to be here?" she asks, unsure if she can talk about anything else with him without tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. he’d been so supportive and understanding but she knew if he’d asked her to, she would’ve stayed here, would’ve continued working with helen and mary and would’ve tossed aside something she’d wanted since the beginning. she knew, though, that he wouldn’t let her do that.

"helen says about a week, maybe a little less." he speaks low enough for only her to hear, like they’re exchanging secrets only meant for the both of them.

"can you do something for me?"

"anything."

"keep david away from her." nell says with every ounce of seriousness she can muster. "and try and keep him and sid out of trouble."

he laughs and it breaks the tension she feels in her shoulders. "i’ll do my best." he nods, then adds, "they’re slippery, though, so you can’t hold it against me if i can’t make it work."

#try writing shorter things bitch challenge impossible apparently #this is really nell x everyone #verse: at the end of the world #type: writing

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static-sulker · 1 year ago

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Tavs as an Origin Character

I know I mainly get attraction only when I post about middle aged men BUT RIGHT NOW I WANNA TALK ABOUT MY TAVS, AND NOBODY CAN STOP ME

This first one Is Sylvan, storm sorcerer tiefling man who has a grudge against everything

Sylvan Diresturm was my first character and my baby. He was born of a regal family and set to marry and have a life planned out completely for him. This was because of his very special power, that needed to be controlled.

His family was set in Waterdeep and known for it's long tiefling heritage and deeply rooted magic, but Sylvan was the first to harness the storm, which could expand the power of the Direstrum family. It was a bit nauseating to try and exist in the world he was pushed into and not really have a choice in his life. The day he was taken on the nautiloid is the day he was meant to marry is arranged fiance, Toraline. He planned to take a break from the life and see whats beyond and if he really wants this life. He planned this with his most trusted assistant who helped with all of his problems around the manor, Arador. They MIGHT have been in love. Maybe. Sylvan won't say anything. When they reached outside the city, the nautiloid took both of them up. While Sylvan got his pod open by the Emperor, Arador wasn't so lucky with his tadpole. He became a follower of the Absolutist at moonrise towers.

His questline if he could be like an origin character would be something along the lines of "The bejeweled Sorcerer" and have a subquest (like karlach) called "The Heart Of The Storm" that goes over what to do when they meet Arador. His story would go through whether he uses his powers to betray the Direstrum family and become his own person. OR if he rejoins the Direstrum family. To not rejoin the family, he needs to go through a more positive playthrough of helping people, specifically with characters with harsher lives (The tieflings in the grove are a pivotal point). He needs to learn that he needs to help people on the ground then just living lavishly. If he goes through a worse playthrough, he'll believe the world won't work for him and needs to go back to his home.

In epilouge, he either returns as a growing bounty hunter and is more happy then not, with whoever he was romanced/romanced by in a lovely little cabin close to Waterdeep. If not, he returns as a noble of the family, and is a lot stricter and closed off. In this run, he cannot be romanced as he returns to his forced marriage.

He's pretty serious and acts like a middleground of Wyll and Minthara (good but still stern). In my route, I romanced Gale so I like to think of how that would go. When Slyvan speaks his last name for the first time when he introduces himself (As an Origin, I think of him being found near the ruins and in a heated conversation with the guys there already. He seems to just be trying to ask if they had seen a friend of his, while the guys-idk what they are called I never remember- believe they are trying to trick him) Gale goes instant fan due to the magical support the Direstrum family has given to Waterdeep. Sylvan is kinda confused by a strange Wizard Man because he barely sees other people in WaterDeep that aren't specifically in the manor. He's not the best at getting out often, so seeing a local know his town more then he does is interesting to say the least.

As an origin character, Sylvan starts the path to romance early, but it isn't anything like actual romance yet. He's still hoping for Arador, but his voice lines will change when speaking with you. Normally it's something stupid like "What is it you need?" or "hmm?" but when seeing a partner with a high approval and specifically is choosing more flirty responses and continue down the path of romance on him he'll be more nervous. "Oh-hells-Hello! What can I do you for?" or "Ah, just the person I was-erm-thinking about." and it's stupid and dorky. MAINLY cause he's a lot more stern. He fully can get the romance path once Arador is revealed to be a follower of the absolute. Arador can either get saved but he won't be the same or he can get killed. If saved, he'll leave and try his own life, but if he dies...Well he dies and Sylvan will be SAD. He'll be a bummed for awhile but he'll chill down. He'd probably set up his tent nearby Wyll and Gale in the main act 1 spot, near the fire in the Shadow-curse (Scared of the dark, won't say shit) and up near withers in baldurs gate. his whole getup is all fancy, like a good mixture of Laezel and Gales.

#bg3 #bg3 tav #bg3 oc thoughts #baldurs gate tav #Tavs as Origin Character #my ramblings

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m5ria · 2 years ago

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Chapter 21: The Memory

“Yo, Ophelia! What's the deal, my girl?

Been waitin' here, my mind in a whirl.

Spill it, daughter, put my mind at ease,

A father's love, you know it won't freeze.”

I stare at the pig-looking demon in what's supposed to be elegant, ruined regal attire. I realize I’m on stage, with lots of eyes expecting my next line, but I completely broke.

“Don’t just stand there, daughter!

You might just look like an otter!”

My eyes search frantically for anyone, anything to save me. Besides the Polonius actor and the stage, everything is entirely black.

“I ... Do you doubt that?”

The first fucking line of fucking Ophelia.

The other demon looks at me perplexed for a split of a second before he chuckles. Some of the audience join him too.

“If I’d have doubted your humanity,

I’d hafta doubt your mother’s too!”

This is not at all the Hamlet I read. This is exactly what Mimzy said: a mix between Hell’s Hamlet and improvisation.

As I’ve come to this conclusion, I finally spot the screen with lines, somewhere behind the curtains on the opposite side of the stage. The best way I can read the lines and pretend to speak to the other characters.

All great and well, except... the part of acting out.

I narrow my eyes and clear my throat:

“D-daddy, sorry for makin' you wait sooo long,

Got lost in love, it - it all went wrong.

But here I am, uhm..., ready to spill the tea,

About what's been messin' with me.”

Yikes... That was awful.

I glance sideways at the completely silent audience. A lump in my throat threatens to make me spill all of my guts. I try to prevent my hands from constant trembling.

I hear someone approaching from behind and, when I turn around, I see another demon. I believe he’s playing my brother, Laertes.

“Oh, my darling sis with curls,

Always with the head in the clouds,

Love plights and all kinds of doubts,

Ever thinking of the great next fucks!”

I stand there, looking dumbly at the demon, forgetting everything. I’m wholly, utterly lost.

The actor who plays my father saves me once again:

“You dipshit, son of a witch,

Don’t just call ya sis a bitch!”

The change in words snaps me to reality. I almost burst out laughing, right there, either from stress or ridicule.

“Listen up, my children, I got some advice to share,

Laertes, you're off to France, so beware.

Ophelia, keep your heart locked, don't let it roam,

No time for love games, focus on your zone.”

Laertes pumps his chest in smugness:

“Dad, ease up, I know the drill, I'm well aware,

Off to France I go, a journey without a care.

But love is my prerogative, it's my own beat,

I'll find passion, adventure, make my life complete.”

And with that, Laertes evades.

Polonius turns to me and speaks:

“Ophelia, my girl, y’know I got your back,

Just tell me what's up, no need to hold back.

In this crazy world, I'm here to protect,

Speak your heart, we'll reconnect.”

“Da-ddy, eros led me down a crazy road,

Hamlet's arms, my ... cunt he once hold.

But his ardor turned to madness, a hot mess,

Left me needy, under duress.”

“Ophelia, my daughter, I warned you clear,

'Bout lust’s twisty paths, my dear.

Ardor can be a treacherous tide,

But we must navigate with strength by our side.

If Hamlet's passion has faltered, it's his own loss,

Find solace within, no matter the cost.”

“But, Daddy, my tits still yearn for his affection,

I'm torn between loyalty and self-protection.

Should I confront him, seek answers so unclear,

Or let him drift away, my core’s deepest fear?”

“My child, tread carefully in this fragile game,

Protect your virtue, don't let it burst into flame.

Observe his actions, listen to his words,

Time will reveal what's genuine or absurd.”

“I'll heed your counsel, Daddy, with a still-wet cunt,

To let go of craving is a painful art!

But in this chaos, I'll find strength anew,

And embrace the path that leads to what is true.”

After my last word, the curtains close torturously slow. I stand there, in my obedience pose, until I can’t see any light anymore.

☽

The rest of the play goes surprisingly better than I would have imagined. Ophelia doesn’t speak too much and she’s not in too many scenes. With each change of lines, I grow accustomed to her character, even if she’s way hornier than in the original play. I shy away, lower my head in subordination, and even blush a little (even if I have to pinch my cheeks in secret).

Who knew playing a totally different person than yourself could be manageable?

Sooner than I'd expected, Ophelia’s last scene means my last push of acting. I inhale calmingly while the succubi demonesses change my outfit into a white revealing dress. I don’t get why Ophelia’s body is so exposed right before her death, and I am utterly uncomfortable, but I manage to keep my mouth shut.

However, when Mimzy comes to see me (again), I barely hold my mass of questions when she declares: “Right, so, after ya last lines, ya hafta go at the back of the stage, where ya willow tree and pond will wait fer ya.”

“Wait, what? Why?”

“Everyone wants to see Ophelia kill herself,” she rolls her eyes, as if it was obvious. “So, ya’ll act fer the next scene as well, but in the background.”

Of course. What have I expected?

“Alright,” I sigh exhausted. “What do I have to do?”

“Ya’ll hafta climb the tree and hum like a crazy woman and then let yaself fall in the water. Ya’ll hafta stay underwater until the curtains close.”

“WHAT?” I scare the demonesses. “What the fuck am I supposed to do in the water?”

“Definitely not breathe,” she mentions. “It needs to look like ya died.”

“Let me rephrase,” I barely hold my anger. “You mean to tell me that I have to just stay like dead underwater for God knows how long?”

“Duh.” She looks annoyed, as if I’m the absurd one.

“How am I not going to end up dead anyway?” I try to reason with her.

“Ya’ll hafta choose ya moments right,” she shrugs, as if it was a simple answer. “But try to stay at least one minute, would ya? Some folks here like to see others more miserable than themselves.”

“So,” I conclude, pressing my fingers on my eyelids, “you mean to tell me that I have to fall at the right time, so that I stay one minute underwater? When will I know when’s the right time? I don’t even know the next scene!”

“Ah, ya’ll figure it out!” she gestures with her gloved palm.

Growling, I almost launch at her, but the other demonesses hold me by the strings of my corset in place. She walks away as if it's a sunny day.

Nice... My freedom doesn’t even matter anymore.

☽

Ophelia is all alone on the stage. This time, I speak to the audience as if nothing’s there. I listen with open ears to the succubi demoness who whispers my lines.

“Oh, the weight that presses upon my soul,

A tangled web of emotions takes its toll.

My mind, once clear, now drowned in despair,

As madness grips me, unaware.”

My eyes have adapted to the powerful light. I search the audience for familiar faces.

“Hamlet, my dear, where has your love gone?

What has transpired, what has gone wrong?

His words, once tender, now sharp as a knife,

A stranger's gaze, devoid of love or life.”

At last, I glimpse the all-red appearance of Alastor. I can’t figure out his facial expression, but I know he pays close attention to any of my slips.

“I am but a flower, with petals torn asunder,

Lost in the chaos, my soul left to wander.”

Next to him is Angel, recording the whole thing on his phone. I make a mental note to steal it.

“My father gone, my heart in disarray,

I'm adrift in a sea of shadows, led astray.”

Cherri is all smiley, laughing at something Angel has said. It almost makes me forget to listen to the next lines:

“Oh... uh... cruel fate, why have you dealt me this blow?

To strip away love, and let despair grow.

But I shall gather strength, rise from this fall,

Find a path where hope stands tall.”

Right then, I hear an unexpected sound and turn around. Behind me, the crew staff moved the willow tree and what’s supposed to be a pond, but it’s an aquarium. Right, so they can all see me drown.

I’ve missed the lines the demoness whispered, so she does it again. With false determination, I declare:

“For in this turmoil, I'll seek my own way,

Navigate the darkness, find the light of day.

Ophelia, once fragile, now resilient and strong,

I'll rewrite my story, where I truly belong.”

With no other words from the demoness, I realize this is my cue to retreat. Only that I don’t go behind the scenes. I climb the steps to the ground level of the pond.

In the meantime, the other characters enter the scene. I don’t spare them any glance and mind my own business, humming an unnamed song.

I look at the willow tree, which is much taller than it should be. The closest branch is three meters in height. However, it doesn’t look like it can hold my weight, so I aim for the next one... four meters in height.

I take my time, trying to stall as much as possible. I manage to climb the tree as gracefully as I can and reach the branch, still singing.

I spend a couple of minutes pretending to connect with the tree, caressing its trunk or praying, until my ears catch the sound of a voice meant for me. I glance behind the curtains, where Mimzy frantically gestures to me. She wants me to jump. Now.

I breathe long and look down. Only to freeze like a statue.

Only now I’ve realized how high I actually am. The water looks like a rock under me.

My claws dig in the branch. I can’t let myself deliberately fall. I just ... can’t.

Mimzy’s feverish gesticulation and irritated voice rival the hammering heart inside my chest. I breathe quickly, not seeming to catch enough air in my lungs.

I can’t. I can’t fall again.

But I have to. I have to fall, or I’ll ruin everything.

With slow, hard motions, I make myself position to jump.

“Not like that, you stupid cow!” I hear Mimzy. “You want to die! Let yaself fall on the back!”

And hit the water with my back? I might lose my senses for several minutes.

Does it matter how I fall, though?

So, I lean back and let go.

☽

Only when I don’t feel anything around me, do I see the night sky above me. Earth’s night sky.

And I didn’t fall from a tree. I fell from a cliff.

When I hit the end, I don’t feel any pain. Instead, something truly bizarre happens. I start floating, soaring toward the cliff’s edge, ever so slowly. Back to safety.

When my feet connect with the earth, a couple of hands touch my shoulders. As my body bends into a vertical position, the pressure in them increases. My head gradually turns to the one who seems to save me from plunging again to death.

When I finally recognize him, my face drops.

It's him! Cedric! My first love. The one who betrayed me; used me; manipulated me.

He withdraws his hands and starts mouthing things, but I can’t hear him. He’s at first mad, but then his green eyes soften. He smiles welcomingly. I don’t know what to make of any of this.

Then, he starts walking backward. Only that it is not the usual way. It’s ... mechanical.

I don’t get to see where he comes from, as my body turns around without my command. I stare at the forest below, all of it in shades of gray in the moonlight.

I look right below me. Similarly to how airwaves glitch, there’s the image of my broken body, shaking in clarity. Blood flows from me in a single narrow streak like a spring.

My body, once again, veers around without my permission, and I get to see Cedric again, now walking normally toward me. He smiles and talks warmly, until something on his face changes. He’s angry.

Then, he pushes me. And I fall again.

☽

I inhale hard as I reach the surface. I swallow two mouthfuls of water, but other than that, I’m fine. I swim to the edge of the aquarium and exit. Only when I am completely out of the water, do I realize where I am.

I pivot in dread, but there are only the red curtains. No actors on stage.

“Finally!” an impatient voice speaks from under me. “I thought we hafta move the whole thing with ya in it.”

Mimzy gestures to crew members to wait. I climb down the stairs, suddenly very aware of how cold it is outside.

“I gotta say, tho,” she keeps on. “That was the most believable acting of yours.”

I try to say a sarcastic Thank you, but I end up coughing water.

“Or was it acting?”

I stare at her, trembling.

“Right,” she fills the silence. “Bitches! Change her!”

Fortunately for me, my last appearances imply me being unmoving.

While the other actors move me in my coffin, I play over and over, behind my closed eyelids, what I’ve just remembered.

My ex-boyfriend killed me.

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