#But how else is he gonna play up the 'damsel in distress' bit
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CW: Minors DNI, suggestive blurb, don't use fights as foreplay irl, as always characters are aged up
Just,,,The idea of Bakugou liking getting kidnapped or held for ransom by shitty villains on occasion just to rile reader up is very funny to me. Like most of the time, reader is just a sweet mid-low rank support hero until Bakugou is involved and then it's like a switch flip to vigilante mode that he loves.
Bank Robber: I'll let the hostages go in exchange for a Pro-Hero!
Bakugou: Oh no...ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
and then 15 minutes later Bakugou's doing stretches in a quirk collar because he knows you're gonna spend the next week staking your claim on him after your feral ass beats the everloving shit out of the unfortunate villainous bastard
Just- Bakugou watching reader bust in on the villain's shoddy hideout, and leaning his head back to show a bruise below his collarbone "I dunno babe, looks like a hickey to me" (ď˝â´)Ψ
#Bakugou: You gonna let the only mark on me be some extra's? Tch#Reader: ChallengeAccepted BakuBrat#Could he get out the low quality restraints without his quirk? yes#But how else is he gonna play up the 'damsel in distress' bit?#Bakugou thinks getting âkidnappedâ on occasion is worth watching his switch!reader dom from the bottom afterwards#-And then spends the rest of the week showing reader how it's done#Might make this into an actual fic#bnha thirst#minors do not interact#bakugou x reader#katsuki x reader#switch!reader#gn!reader#bakugo katsuki#bnha x reader#mha#bnha#Zaz drabbles
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"what is the measure of a true hero?"
"will you listen to him?"
"lighten up, dude."
"i'll take it from here, darling."
"it was a nasty place."
"behave yourself."
"look how cute he is."
"he's strong. like his dad."
"keep those away from the baby."
"let the kid have a little fun."
"is this an audience or a mosaic?"
"there's the little sunspot."
"i regrettably have a full time gig."
"you'll work yourself to death."
"i know you know."
"did you cut your hair or something? you look fabulous."
"my fate is in your lovely hands."
"okay, fine, fine. i'm cool, i'm fine."
"how do you kill a god?"
"perhaps they've answered our prayers."
"that boy is a menace."
"he's too dangerous to be around normal people."
"he didn't mean any harm. he's just a kid."
"i'm warning you. keep that freak away from here."
"you shouldn't let those things they said back there get to you."
"i try to fit in, i just can't."
"i feel like i really don't belong here."
"i have often dreamed of a far-off place."
"this is where i'm meant to be."
"i know every mile will be worth my while."
"i would go almost anywhere to feel like i belong."
"it's the symbol of the gods."
"you're old enough now to know the truth."
"how do you become a true hero?"
"i will please the gods."
"you sure this is the right place?"
"haven't you ever had a dream?"
"come inside. i want to show you something."
"every single one of those bums let me down."
"dreams are for rookies."
"i'm different from those other guys."
"i'm too old to get mixed up in this stuff again."
"i'm down to one last hope."
"you're not exactly a dream come true."
"you'll have to do."
"now that's more like it!"
"you want a road test? saddle up, kid."
"not so fast, sweetheart."
"i'm a damsel, i'm in distress, i can handle this."
"what are you doing? get your sword."
"a hero's only as good as his weapon."
"is wonderboy here for real?"
"at least i beat him, didn't i?"
"did they give you a name along with all those rippling pectorals?"
"are you always this articulate?"
"who are you calling a rodent?"
"he comes on with his innocent farm boy routine, but i can see through that in a new york minute."
"people here are nuts because they live in a city of turmoil."
"it seems to me that what you folks need is a hero."
"i have this terrible fear of heights."
"try to be a little bit more careful next time."
"i don't think we covered this one in basic training."
"you gotta admit - that was pretty heroic."
"he was so hot steam looked cool."
"everybody's got a weakness."
"there is nothing you can't do."
"it's great to see you. i missed you."
"you sound like you could use a break."
"i didn't know playing hooky could be so much fun."
"wonderboy, you are perfect."
"when i was a kid i would've given anything to be exactly like everybody else."
"you're the most amazing person i've ever met."
"when i'm with you i don't feel so alone."
"i would never ever hurt you."
"let's both do ourselves a favour and stop this."
"that's it. next time, i drive."
"no man is worth the aggravation."
"get yourself another girl. i'm through."
"i can't believe you're getting so worked up about some guy."
"people are gonna get hurt, aren't they?"
"now you know how it feels to be just like everyone else."
"i know what i did was wrong, but this isn't about me."
"if you don't help him now, he'll die."
"people always do crazy things when they're in love."
#inbox#inbox meme#rp memes#roleplay meme#ask meme#rp meme#ask box#sentence meme#rp resources#rp starters#sentence starters#starters
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I read a lot of fic in the fandom but I'm a longfic reader and my friend that I've just convinced to watch the show is very much not - do you have good oneshot/ <5k recs I can share with her? (all ships welcome)
Hi! I'm also a longfic reader but here's a collection of shorter fics that I love to death!
Pancakes, kisses, and a little bit of TLC - @theotherbuckley (Bucktommy, Teen, 4.5k)
"Buck wakes up with a chronic pain flare-up the morning after, and Tommy takes care of him" Extremely cute and fluffy and full of adorable Bucktommy feels. Purple writes chronic pain!Buck so well and Tommy is amazingly sweet and tender in this. Couldn't recommend more.
all in the Jee-tails - @hippolotamus (Buddie, Teen, 4.5k)
"There is a Princess, Knight, Dragon, Wizard and Damsel in Distress and there is nothing Uncle Buck won't do for his niece." UNCLE BUCK UNCLE BUCK UNCLE BUCK!!!! Just the cutest little fic of Buck, Eddie and Chris hanging out with Jee and playing make believe and it gives me ALL the dad!buck feels. So fucking cute. Do not skip.
And When You Speak, Angels Sing From Above - @neverevan (Buddie, General, 2.8k)
"Buck pops the question but before saying yes, Eddie needs to ask someone else first." I'm not exaggerating when I said this one made me cry a little bit. And by a little, I mean a lot. The perfect fic to introduce your friend to the beauty that is Eddie and Shannon's relationship and how important she is Eddie and Chris' lives. It's a masterpiece. Bring tissues.
turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you - @daffi-990 (Buddie, Unrated but I'm gonna say General/Teen, 3,8k)
"To protect his heart, Eddie pulls away from Buck when he starts dating Natalia. When he decides to move to B-shift, Buck finally confronts him and certain feelings finally come to light." So turns out the most devastating fics in this fandom involve graveyards (thank you s6) and Daffi knows how to drive a knife into your heart with feelings realisations. This is also a tissues one but I'd also suggest something to bite into cause fuuuuck
Drunk on Love - @jesuisici33 (Bucktommy, Explicit, 1.3k)
"âThat reminds meâŚdo you remember calling me during the bachelor party?â Buckâs fingers pause. âUhâŚI called you?â Buck barely remembers texting Tommy a few times. Seeing the unintelligible texts he sent his boyfriend when Tommy texted him in the hospital filled him with mild embarrassment he quickly forgot about as he kissed him in front of everyone in the waiting room. Tommy nods in delight. âOh yeah. I couldnât answer so you left me a bunch of voicemails. You want to hear?â" The thought of Buck and Tommy listening to Buck's drunk voice messages makes me giggle every time, and then it's also just really hot? Highly recommend.
Sweet child of mine - @diazsdimples (Bucktommy, General, 3.4k)
"Buck and Tommy bring their daughter home from the hospital and enjoy their first few hours alone with a newborn baby." Shameless self-promo here. As some of my mutuals will know, Dad!Buck is my favourite thing in the world and this fic was just delightful to write cause BIG BOYS TINY BABY!!!!
There's about a million more but these are the ones that immediately come to mind. If any mutuals have any recs of their own please share with the class!! Hope this helps and happy reading!
#james answers things#fic recs#buddie fics#bucktommy fics#buddie#eddie diaz#evan buckley#tommy kinard#bucktommy#911 abc
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I donât understand why itâs hard to believe that Angel can like his job as a sex worker/prostitute but NOT like who heâs working for or Valâs treatment of him?? LikeâŚthatâs a job, thatâs just how jobs go sometimes (tho this one is darker depending on whatâs going on). And even if its revealed Angel doesnât want to be a porn star anymore, why does that mean he canât be sexual or canât enjoy sex? Outside of not liking his comments to Husk (which I havenât seen so to each their own), thereâs nothing inherently wrong with Angel being sexual by itself. Like, it almost comes off as expecting Angel to be the story about the abused sex worker to highlight how terrible the industry is but because Angel isnât constantly acting like the perfect victim it spoils that image.
U get it anon 100.
The mind set these people have isnât a problem because itâs about Angel.
Itâs a problem because itâs EXACTLY how people think about real swers and real sa survivors.
People want us to be perfect sad bbys tht need rescuing and are so grateful for every bit of unwarranted charity and perfect lil damsels in distress. Tht ainât realistic.
Itâs a very dangerous and harmful mindset cos when we arenât what they want or dreamed up all of a sudden we deserved it, we arenât real victims, we actually enjoyed it bla bla bla.
Like news flash we can still like sex we can be just as bitchy as anyone else and when u add trauma/addiction into the mix ya people can be messy and spiteful and rude. We arenât Disney damsels and we arenât gonna play perfectly into ur lil hero fantasy.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin critical#thnx for givin me the chance to talk about it#itâs just so frustrating
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Okay so youâre my Legend of Zelda person
How are you feeling about the Echoes of Wisdom announcement? Surprised? Excited? Eh? Did you like what you saw of the game? The art style? The Echo mechanic?
(Personally, Iâm really looking forward to the game, and itâs looking like the twink will finally have to be saved this time.)
I haven't seen much of the trailer and don't know what the echo mechanic is, I only get game info through my partner that stays up until 3-4 am their time to watch the Nintendo directs and I prefer to find out about zelda games far after the community has discussed it or play it blind myself with trusty non spoiler guide site zeldadungeon.com, but I love that we're getting another game in the chibi links awakening style!! It's my favorite, and my old comfort object that I lost was an amiibo figure of links awakening link, so I really hope they make a figure of Zelda I can buy - my family pirated every amiibo for Zelda that was released up to botw and they're about the size of the first index of my thumb but having a full figure of a Zelda character would be nice again.
I am also really surprised about it, and having Zelda as a playable character is amazing again. I only know of 4 Zelda games that have had the goddess reincarnation herself be the protagonist, 3 of the games were most likely released in the OG Zelda/adventure of link titles era or around the oracle games based on the cartridge? Art I saw idk it might also be related to the PC quest games that came out around the same time which for reference is the uh. "eXCUSSEEE ME PRINCESS" one I think that's the thing it's well known for that is a whole different convo with a different blog i know nothing of the older titles except the basics. Anyway anyway I own the 4th game I know about that no one else mentions because it's technically not canon and is worse off than Hyrule warriors is but it's called cadence of Hyrule I think just search up "Crypt of the Necromancer Zelda" you'll find it and I did play through most characters campaign including Zelda's in that one, and think it's definitely worth mentioning due to how different Zeldas gameplay is to links. Uh anyway based on that game alone I have very high hopes for the gameplay of Zelda, as well as the thinks the higher ups at Nintendo said about sticking with botw/totks direction and play style.
Lastly I'll be honest with you im sleep deprived as shit cause emergency irl shit happened last night and I havent been sleeping well in general so I forgot my big thing i wanted to talk about in this segment but uh. Salvaged bits are yada yada Zelda mechanics parallels to other games more characterization more well written fanfics that aren't JUST skyward sword and botw for her etc etc based on how they handled princess peach showtimes characterization [which like. Honest to God really hard character to write in 2024 due to her roots being damsel in distress 101 and people tending to mostly correctly point at any pinky extra feminine girl and shout misogynistic] I really don't think Nintendo can fuck this up, and I am fully confident they won't fuck it up :].
ALSO CAPE CAPE ZELDA CAPE SHE HAS A CAPE ITS A CAPE ZELDAS CAPE ITS SO CUTE GOOD CHARACTER DESIGN SHE HAS A CAPE ITS SO CUTE OH MY GOD CAPE CAPE CAPE SHE HAS A CAPE
Oh yeah actually I did like the little bit of the trailer I did see that link shot her free at the last second, showing he is still in character and they didn't shoehorn in an idea to have a female protagonist like other series would do, but that every side of the triforce is equally powerful. I expect this game to be like if links awakenings dungeon puzzles were used on the overworld, and based on another Tumblr post I saw there might be some diplomatic puzzles. Or at least dual sided quest lines
Uh is there anything else I was gonna say. Oh I'm definitely going to be live posting about when I play the game since my birthday [shoutout to sans undertale] is in September so im definitely planning to ask for it or get it myself, even though I know it comes out past my birthday
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On the Topic of 60s Batman
Just to be clear, I Genuinely Hate This Show.
This is all copy pasted from Discord, and thereâs quite a bit. Also, at the time of writing, 60s Batman itself was playing in the background.
I fucking hate 60s Batman. Like, what is going on.
Nothing. Nothing is going on.
There is no consistent plot, for one.
the most consistency you're getting here is the continued plot between two episodes
Except that doesn't count because it's pretty much the same episode split into two.
And there's no backstory or actual worldbuilding for anything.
There's no backstory for Batman: all it provides is that he chose to be a bat because it's "scary" It's not, he looks stupid as hell
And all the antagonists get is a brief "oh he's evil because Batman spilled liquid nitrogen on him" at most
MOST OF THEM HAVE NO BACKSTORY
Like, I know the Joker doesn't have a backstory anyways, BUT I'M PRETTY SURE THE PENGUIN AND MAD HATTER AND RIDDLER AND SUCH ARE SUPPOSED TO HAVE SOMETHING Half the shit that comes out of Batman and Robin's mouthes is just stupid
Speaking of, the riddles in these
An absurd amount of the villains use riddles as hints, but whoever made this shit show decided to make them completely nonsensical
Like, they were trying to make it seem like Batman and Robin (mostly Batman) are super smart for solving these riddles that no one else can, but the riddles are so stupid it doesn't work
they just look stupider
Somehow.
Yet somehow they escape the horrible death traps in the middle of each story
AND NONE OF THE VILLAINS, NO MATTER HOW SMART THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO BE, JUST SHOOT BATMAN AND ROBIN IN THE HEADS
LIKE, YA KNOW THEY'RE GONNA ESCAPE ANY OTHER WAY YA DO IT, BUT YOU JUST PUT THEM IN WEIRD SITUATIONS WITHOUT RESPONSIBLE OR ANY SUPERVISION AND GO "OH YEAH, THIS GIANT CLAM'LL FINISH THEM OFF"
The only time it actually gets interesting is when Catwoman comes on, or right now, when the Joker and Penguin are working together, and managed to get into the Batcave
AND WHY THE FUCK DO THEY HAVE A QUOTA FOR HOW MANY TIMES THEY NEED TO SYA BAT
AND BATMAN ALWAYS KNOWS WHAT THE VILLAINS ARE DOING SO ANY SENSE OF DANGER THEY'RE TRYING TO CONVEY JUST DOESN'T WORK BECAUSE SOMEHOW, BATMAN IS AN AVATAR OF THE EYE
BUT NOT A FUN ONE
Now, onto the moral parts which I dislike
Oh yeah, before I get to the moral stuff, Robin is also the only one who's actually focused on what they're meant to be doing
Now morals
â˘Misogyny abundant: Women are stupid (other than Catwoman, Queen of Diamonds, and Ma Parker), and always fall in love with Batman, and every villain has to have a side chic whoâs just there. â˘That one girl who fell to her death in the Batcaveâs atomic reactor because Batman didnât save her â˘Robin is a minor. And heâs regularly dragged into situations that could get him killed. Meanwhile, Batmanâs always fine, getting his way out of traps and trauma, and flirting with women instead of working. Robin should be in school, or hanging out with friends, not nearly getting fed to crocodiles, tigers, and clams, or getting trapped in mazes thinking heâs going to die. This child has to have some amount of trauma. And yet heâs still working. Heâs the damsel in distress, but they couldnât have him be a woman because then he would have to be stupid or incompetent or Catwoman. Batman is a horrible guardian, and the stuff that Robin learns while working is all told directly to him by Batman, so he never needed to be in the field to learn it at all.
â˘Batman has a literal cure for all disease, and heâs keeping it to himself instead of, Oh, I dunno, mass-producing it. Heâs more focused on being the hero than actually helping people. â˘The villainsâ motivations arenât important; all that matters is that they are bad. Period. They donât get to be redeemed, not in the long run, and the law is always treating them right and just locking them up fairly. So essentially, âOnce a criminal, always a criminal. Itâs not the lawâs fault that theyâre just less than human monsters, since weâre treating them perfectly fine.â The fucking show is trying to teach kids that no matter how much the âgoodâ side tries, the âevil monstersâ are beyond redemption, and ultimately itâs useless to try. While theyâre never shown getting hurt by any agent of âgoodâ other than Batman and sometimes Robin, theyâre not treated right, either. Batman literally says at one point that criminals have on friends. Every chance to make them seem horrible and irredeemable, and to dehumanize them is taken.
And worst of all, nothing's going to be done about it.
Batman's the "Good Guy", he's the hero, and those are the morals the show's trying to teach.
Normally people who do things against my morals to this extent have something happen to them for doing the wrong thing. But nothing's going to happen to show Batman and Robin and all the other people on the side of "good" that they're doing wrong because they're not meant to be doing wrong.
I genuinly hate this show. Maybe I could enjoy it if it wasn't encouraging such bullshit, but no. No. Nothing's going to happen to make it better. It's just stuck that way, and there's no way to fix it because it was made so long ago.
The most interesting part of the show is the villains, and even with (most of, Catwoman's always fun) them I can't properly enjoy because Batman Always Wins.
(The best part of this show is Catwoman. Queen. We love her. Sheâs totally autistic. And bi. And she loves cats. And she can run in heels.
Look at her. Praise Catwoman.)
#60s batman#Catwoman#(Julie Newmar version)#she gets her own tag even though sheâs not really the focus because sheâs Catwoman and I have the deepest respect for her#Genuine dislike
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Slip of the Tongue: Roronoa Zoro xF!Reader
Tags: nsfw, hate sex, dirty talk, and vaginal sex
âYou shouldâve let me handle it!â
You scowled as you attempted to keep up with the swordsman of your crew. His strides were long as he walked ahead of you. You two always got into fights like this. Zoro always knew just how to get under your skin.
âWhat? You want me to play the damsel in distress?â You scoffed, storming along in Zoroâs wake.
âThat fight was dangerous, you couldâve gotten hurt!â Zoro retorted, finally stopping to turn around and face you. You stared him down, scrunching your nose as you do so. He always did this, he always underestimated your strength. So what if he was stronger than you? You were a capable fighter all on your own! You took personal offense to Zoroâs statement.
âWhat, do you think I canât take them myself? Go fuck yourself.â
You two growled at each other, invading each otherâs space. As you stared into each otherâs eyes, neither one of you backing down, Nami got between you as she walked by.
âOh my god, get a room already!â Nami sighed exasperatedly.
Your face and Zoroâs went red.
You and Zoro were at a loss for words at Namiâs sentiment. You both blubbered out nonsensical strings of words before you could finally piece sentences together.
âI would never fuck him!â
âAnd I donât want to fuck you either!â
But she was already walking away by time you two were able to find your words.
Fucking Zoro⌠what kind of idiot would want to do that?
ââ-
The weeks went on and you two had argument after argument, spat after spat. You were getting sick and tired of dealing with Zoroâs nonsense. He was annoying, lazy, and generally an eyesore.
Yet every day you sparred with him.
Today you found yourselves on the beach, training on loose ground made for a good challenge. Everyone else on the crew was asleep in the Thousand Sunny by now.
You both fought hand to hand as Zoro humored you in your training. You two were evenly matched, attacking each other blow for blow. With every kick, he blocked. With every jab, you dodged. It went on like this for awhile.
âWhatâs wrong, Zoro?â You snarked, âYouâre not doing so hot today!â
âOh, Iâm just getting warmed up-!â
You threw a punch at Zoro but he caught it with his hand. When you went to swing again, he caught that hand as well. You two were now at a stand still as you tried forcing your knuckles against his.
âNot fair!â
âAw,â Zoro crowded your space, âYou know, just because youâre losing doesnât mean itâs not fair, brat.â
âDonât call me that!â You successfully freed yourself from his fists. With that, you landed a kick clean on Zoroâs side. He hardly flinched.
âWhat? A brat?â He laughed, âBecause thatâs all you are, a sniveling little brat!â
You growled and charged at him, knocking him onto his back. He grew agitated as you held him down.
âWhoâs the brat now?â You smirked, looking down at Zoro, strands of your hair falling in your face.
âShut your mouth.â He growled out between his teeth.
âOr what, huh? What are you gonna do?â
âDonât test me.â
âWhat?â You teased, âAre you gonna punish me?â
His cheeks went pink and you smirked at that reaction.
âCâmon Zoro,â you leaned forward, crowding his space, âShut me up.â
His lips smashed against yours and your eyes shot wide open. His lips were chapped and his kiss was sloppy but for some reason, you enjoyed it.
Shit, you enjoyed it.
When he pulls away, he smirked at you, âThat shut you up.â
You donât get to think before you grab him by his jacket collar, pulling him in for another kiss. It takes him a moment but Zoro returns your kiss. The whole encounter is frenzied, intense, as if you both wanted this all along.
And perhaps you did.
As you kissed, Zoro had rolled you both over, making it so he was positioned on top of you now. As you both mashed your lips against each other, your hands ran up his chest. He swiped his tongue along your bottom lip and you kept your mouth shut. It wasnât until he bit your bottom lip that you opened up for him, allowing him to explore the inside of your mouth. Your two tongues battled each other, neither one of you willing to admit defeat. You moaned into his mouth as your tongues slid against each other.
When you parted, you immediately went to pull his jacket off and he let you. Once his jacket wasoff, your eyes latched on to the long scar that spanned from his shoulder to his waist. You looked up at his face to see his brow furrowed, his golden earrings dangling from his ear.
God, he was so hot.
Your thoughts were interrupted as he ripped your shirt clean in half, the cool night air hitting your breasts. Youâre about to complain but heâs immediately on your breasts, sucking and pinching at them. You moaned and grabbed his cropped hair, pulling him in even closer. He sucked harshly on your nipple, drawing out moans and groans from your throat.
As he toyed with your breasts, you reach between the two of you, going straight for his crotch. You began rubbing the growing tent in his boxers, making it pitch itself even higher. He groaned against your chest.
âLooks like youâre already hard, Zoro.â You teased, âWhat, did you get turned on from a fucking kiss?â
Zoro grunted and pulled your hips upwards, pressing his clothed bulge against your pussy.
âSo what if I did, huh?â
âKinda pathetic, donât you think?â You snarked and Zoro ground his hips into you, causing you to gasp. You gripped his shoulders tight as he continued, moans spilling from your throat. Your stimulated pussy began to grow wet.
âAnd donât you think itâs pathetic how youâre moaning for me just because I rubbed up against you?â
âShut up.â You say, diving in for another kiss. It was heated and intense, your tongues immediately finding each other. They performed an elaborate dance, competing to see who ends up on top.
As your tongues fought, Zoro unbuttoned your pants, tugging them down your thighs. You complied and kicked them off the rest of the way, the garment lost in the sand. But Zoro didnât have the same type of patience with your panties. He ripped them right down the middle, exposing your puffy lips to the air.
âShit!â You cursed, âI liked those too!â
âIâll pay you back later.â Zoro huffed, the issue irrelevant to himself. He positioned you so that your thighs are spread wide, your pussy exposed completely to him.
He was quick to work himself out of his green haramaki and dark pants. You looked him over and your eyes instantly widened. You licked your lips, he was massive. His cock was lengthy, thick too, with a prominent vein along the underside.
The man grounded his feet in the sand, kneeling above you, before slamming in, causing you to squeal.
His pace is firm right off the bat, fucking you with the intent of making you scream. You tried to find purchase in the sand, but the loose particles simply slipped through your fingers. You moaned as his hips slammed into yours, he felt so good inside you. You gripped his back, digging your nails into his muscular back.
âFuck, youâre so wet.â He groaned, fucking into you, âAll this just because I was a little rough with you. What a whore.â
âFuck you.â
Zoro laughed as his hips slammed into you. Your body began to heat up as you felt your pleasure overwhelm you. It felt so intense, so good, as Zoroâs swollen head rammed against your cervix.
âCâmon,â Zoro growled, âYou love this. Admit it.â
âMeh,â You smirked, âI bet Sanji could fuck me better.â
His hips still and suddenly you felt as though you made a mistake.
âWhat did you just say?â
You swallowed, your voice going shaky, âY-You heard me! He would probably- hey-!â
Zoro took your legs and pushed them as far as possible, the tops of your thighs touching your breasts. He immediately slammed in, his cock going much deeper than it did before. You see stars when he penetrates you.
âSay that again!â Zoro growled, his hips forcibly slapping against you, âSay that stupid cook could fuck you better again!â
âIâm sorry!â You choked out, barely able to get your words out as Zoro fucked you so aggressively. Amongst the waves you could hear the slapping of skin against skin as Zoro punished you for speaking out of turn. Your eyes rolled back, it felt so incredible.
âThatâs right.â He snarled, âWhoâs the only one who can fuck you this good, huh?â
âZoro!â
âGood girl-!â It comes from the back of his throat as he pumps himself inside you.
You reached for his back, dragging your nails along the exposed skin. As his hips moved, they began to grow frantic, his pace becoming uneven. As he desperately mashed his hips against yours, he pressed his forehead against your own.
âShit, I fucking love you-!â
Your heart skipped a beat and before you can say a thing, heâs cumming deep within you. You moaned as he filled you up, your toes curling as he did so. You pant out as he pulls away, his thumb now toying with your clit as he fucks his cum into you.
You rolled your eyes back as your pleasure continued building within you. Your back arched off the sandy beach floor, the waves lapping on the shore. You came as he continued circling your clit, juices oozing out of your pussy.
Youâre left panting, your hand on your chest as you attempt to catch your breath. Zoro flopped next to you, staring up at the night sky.
You both sat in silence as the realization of what you did dawned on you both. Youâre the first to speak.
âSo,â you smirked, âYou love me, huh?â
Zoro turned bright red.
âDonât let it go to your head, brat.â
And with that, he flicked your forehead.
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if it's okay with you, could I request headcanons for reki and langa with a shy s/o?
A/N: Thanks for the request! Hope you enjoy:)
With a shy s/o
Characters: Reki Kyan, Langa Hasegawa x gn! reader
Warnings: none!
Reki
Absolutely loves it
Itâs a real comfort to him. Being the upbeat, talkative person that he is, he appreciates having someone there to just listen to him, to just take everything in instead of questioning him on it
Would be like your bodyguard in public. If he feels youâre getting uncomfortable while youâre both around a lot of new people, heâll either offer to take you around and introduce you to them so you feel better, or take you outside for a breather
Always asking if youâre comfortable going places when he knows a lot of people will be there
Sometimes he can be a bit blind to stressful situations. Being the extrovert he is, heâs a lot more comfortable being around new people, talking and making passing comments with ease. But one tug of his arm or a quiet glance his way and heâs springing into action, holding you close and asking what he can do to make you feel better
Eases you into things. Heâs always going to make sure you gradually get used to new places, and will never leave your side
The pair of you met at S. he was racing in a beef against your friend, and you were there to support him. The two of them were on good terms of course, it was just a friendly race
He saw you chatting to him after the race, and he was honestly blown away by how gorgeous you were. He found himself staring, admiring your quiet smile, talking in a hushed voice. He wondered why you werenât talking louder, it wasnât exactly a library out here after all.
Langa flicked his temple after a minute or two, saying âif youâre gonna keep ogling them like a creep, you might as well go say hi.â He could feel himself glowing with embarrassment, but before he knew it he was shaking off his nerves and walking right over to you
He called out to your friend, giving him a high five as he began to talk about the race. You stayed relatively quiet, glancing at your phone occasionally and looking around. This threw Reki for a loop, surely you had something to say about the race? Confident as he was, he didnât feel like starting a conversation without your friend hopefully introducing him first.
Just as he expected, your friend pulled you over, introducing you to Reki. You gave him a smile and a quiet âhelloâ before going back to your phone. Reki was a bit disappointed, but he didnât let it show. Soon after, your friend announced he needed to go talk to his friend, and heâd leave you two to chat for a few minutes. You watched him leave with pleading eyes, begging him not to leave you with this complete stranger
There was a silence between you two for a minute or so, but Reki soon broke the silence. âSo how did you find the race? Did you like it?â The words were already spilling out, and you felt yourself get embarrassed. What were you supposed to say??
âYeah, it was..good.â You were mentally kicking yourself, wishing you could say more, but your brain was turning to mush in its attempt to converse with this new person. It didnât help that he was, well, cute. Like, really cute. His hair was held back with a headband, but a lot of it still managed to escape, his fluffy locks obscuring his vision. You found yourself staring, and only snapped out of it when he waved a gentle hand in front of your face.
âNothing else? What did you think of my skating? Was I good? Did I look cool?â He was ducking his head down to the part of the ground you were staring at, looking up at you with big eyes. He wasnât used to talking to such quiet people, but hey, it was something he could get used to. To him, there was something quite endearing about your small smiles and wide eyes, simply taking in the world around you. You reminded him of Langa when he first met him, one-word replies and big eyes. He grinned, hoping youâd warm up to him like Langa did
He began to worry you didnât want to talk to him when you didnât respond, but a grin quickly spread across his face when he realised you were blushing. Rekiâs mind was going into overdrive as your eyes widened, throwing your hands over your face.
âNo! I mean- you were really cool, I liked that trick you did in the middle...â your voice quietened again when Reki dramatically let out a gasp, collapsing to his knees and holding a hand out to you. Your face was practically crimson at this point, frantically looking around, wishing for your friend to materialise and rescue you. You turned back to Reki, about to ask him what he was doing, when he suddenly spoke up.
âTHEY SPEAK!!â He shot you another smile. âAnd here I was under the impression you just stood there and looked pretty.â You felt your face grow impossibly redder, but you surprised even yourself when you let out a loud laugh. Reki looked at you with wide eyes, and he could feel his grin grow even wider. You pulled him off the ground, looking around, still half mortified from his display. You tried to let go of his hand once you picked him up, but he just held it even tighter, his face inches from yours.
âSo what Iâm hearing is that you liked my skating?â You tried to look away from him, but you could feel yourself getting lost in his amber eyes. Taking the record for the worlds worst timing, your friend came back with a drink in his hand, apologising for how long he took before his eyes landed on the pair of you. To any bystander, the two of you looked quite intimate. Hand in hand, faces inches away from meeting
You pushed away from Reki, resembling a tomato as you waved your hands, telling your friend it wasnât what it looked like, that you were just talking. You turned to Reki for backup, but you were met with someone who could only be described as though they were on airplane mode. A giddy grin on his face, and a small blush creeping across his face, he quietly ran a hand through his messy hair while giggling. This only worsened your case, turning around to your friend to hide in his shoulder.
Of course, Reki magically ended up with your number by the end of the night, and you were bombarded with texts before you could even set foot outside the doors of S
Langa
Unlike Reki, heâs slightly more versed in the art of silence. You can always guarantee a bit of a brain break when youâre with Langa, just enjoying each otherâs company in comfortable silence
As for Langa, he appreciates having someone who doesnât expect him to be keeping up with them talking a mile a minute. Of course, he loves listening to peoplesâ endless babbling too, he just likes to be a bit more active in the conversation sometimes, which you make easy with your quieter demeanour, leaving more space in between your sentences for him to give input
He is glued to your hip in public. Mumbling sweet nothings in your ear as you walk along the streets, heâll quietly talk about random things he finds strange or funny about the things he sees around him, keeping you in gentle company so you dont feel stressed
At any social gatherings with a lot of people, heâs rubbing circles in your hand, making sure youâre not uncomfortable with the people around you. If at any point he sees you begin to get restless, heâll excuse the oar of you and take you for a walk, or even just to get a glass of water
The two of you met at the skate park. Heâd been practicing with Reki when he saw you walk in with one or two of your friends, shifting from foot to foot as you scanned the park, checking to eye who was there. When your eyes landed on him, you were surprised to see he was looking straight back at you. Embarrassed, you looked away. Suddenly the floor was looking quite appealing to you.
Slightly agape, Langaâs mouth quickly turned into a little pout. You didnât even smile...Of course, you didnât even know him, but why did he suddenly feel like he really wanted you to?
Reki watched his friendâs mind spin, a little grin settling on his face. Did little Langa here have a crush? The cogs were already turning in his head, thinking of ways to make the pair of you interact. Not to mention, he wouldnât mind getting cozy with your friends while you two talked...
âLangaaaa, you should really go talk to them yknow.â Langa almost gave himself whiplash with how fast he turned his head away from you, a look of panic spreading over his face while he stammered out that Reki had it all wrong, that he just wanted to see whoâd come into the park. Reki tutted, putting his hand in his chin. He mumbled about how Langa shouldnât lie, that it was normal to find people hot, which earned him a smack into the back of his skull
Somewhere during the play fight, the two heard a flurry of helloâs being exchanged, and they looked over to where you had been standing. Your friends were now talking to who Langa assumed were more of your friends, and watched as you trailed a little behind, carrying your skateboard awkwardly and not really knowing what to do with yourself. It became apparent to Langa that these new people werenât friends of yours, and he felt his heart ache as he watched you stand a few feet back, glancing around and at your phone.
Reki saw how Langa stared at you, and before long he was dragging Langa up, and over in your direction. âCome on prince Langa, save your damsel in distress.â Langas brain went jdskhvmhcb as he thought of just what he was supposed to say to you, and hoped Reki would just do the talking. But to his distress, Reki gave him one last push and ran back to where the pair had been sitting. Langa looked back with a face that could only be described as âfuck you, seriously go fuck yourself.â As as he turned back around, he was met with your big eyes and a look of curiosity
He took a deep breath, taking a second to compose himself, and he took a stab at introducing himself
âUh..hiâ he mentally kicked himself, obviously that wasnât going to do anything?? He was pleasantly surprised when you gave him a smile and a small âhelloâ in return. This was enough for him to regain his confidence, making another attempt at conversation
âOk so..I saw you standing here and, uh, I was wondering if you were alright. You just seemed kind of lost.â He gave you a soft smile, giving his shoulders a little shrug as if to say well there you have it. âIâm Langa, by the way.â You looked up at him as he spoke, and Jesus, he could feel himself staring at you again. There was no denying you were incredibly attractive, and from up close it was just amplified. He was brought back to reality when you laughed, and his face lit up when he realised you were going to actually talk to him.
âWell, thank you for your concern, I didnât really know what I was supposed to do with myself honestly.â You let out a quiet sign, giving him a soft smile before continuing. âItâs my first time here, and my other friends have been here before, theyâve gone over to their friends, and I didnât really want to interrupt. I still dont exactly know how to ride this thing yet either,â you motioned to the board in your hand, âso you can imagine my predicament.â Langa looked down at you with a smile, quietly laughing before attempting to talk
âWell, if you want, I can give you a few pointers.â You gave him a look of concern, waving your hands around. âOh no, its fine, youâre with your friend, I wouldnât want to butt in-â your rambling was cut short when he grabbed your hand, and you felt your face heat up.
âYouâre not interrupting anything. Let me just grab my board and we can start.â He brought you over to Reki, who was acting completely oblivious to what had been going on, even though he was the evil bastard who set the two of you up. He looked up with a smile, handing Langa his board and offering you some food with a wink in both of your directions. He chuckled as he watched Langa lead you away, getting up and grabbing his board, deciding that while your friends were there he might as well attempt to impress them.
âKeep yourself a bit more balanced.â Langa instructed you from atop your board âyou wont fall off as much then.â You were glowing from embarrassment, feeling like all eyes were on you as you failed to stand on the board without shaking. You mumbled about how it was easier said than done, sighing as you got off the board again. Langa nudged you to stand onto it again, this time his hands wandered to your waist. If you werenât crimson before, you were now. Langa quickly realised how suggestive this looked, looking up at you with a panicked expression
âUh-Not like that! I just..to keep the board still!â He was now redder than you, if that was somehow possible. In an attempt to stabilise yourself, you put your hands over his on your waist, which you soon realised only worsened the situation. You were both a stumbling, red mess within seconds. Reki watched from the sidelines, amused by your ministrations.
After a while, you started to get used to the board, but even after you got comfortable Langaâs arms never left your waist. You had been practicing with him for well over an hour now, and your friends were ready to leave. With giggles and nudges they made their way over to the pair of you, before shouting your name and scaring the shit out of the two of you.
As you got off your board and got ready to leave, Langa grabbed your hand. Your face flushing red once more, you turned to him questionably
âUm.. I had a lot of fun today, would you maybe want to do it again sometime?â Your friends jumped up and down behind you as the pair of you exchanged numbers and a quick hug. Blushing as you linked arms with your friend, you gave Langa one last smile before leaving the park
Maybe you were glad your friends dragged you here today after all
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Lupin III Part 6 - Samurai Collection
I don't see anyone talking about this week's episode, so I'll go ahead and make my own post.
I was looking forward to a Goemon-centric episode, and "Samurai Collection" really delivered. It was an interesting way to explore Goemon's character and his personality in a different setting, which the series has tried doing before but not always succeeded.
I was a bit worried that the premise of a fashion show would be an occasion to ridicule Goemon; but not only did it not do that, it also gave a perfectly valid reason for Goemon to be in this situation, one that was weirdly in-character and believable for him. Putting his heart and soul into paying back someone who saved his life? Check. Taking every life situation as samurai training? Check. Going to stupid places to train and almost dying? Check.
His relationship with Gabby was also an interesting and refreshing one. It would have been easy to have Gabby be his love interest, or be another ruthless master, but they ended up having a friendship built on mutual trust and on the good things they brought to each other. Gabby saved Goemon's life and gave him an occasion to change up his training a bit, yes, but Goemon also gave Gabby back her passion for her job, with his weird way of life and his dedication to it. It would also have been easy to have Gabby be a one-dimensional character, a stuck up fashion designer who thinks she's better than everyone else; but no, she has her doubts, she has her hardships. She has a soft side and a kindness towards outcasts and strays, and I think she sees herself in them and in Goemon too. She doesn't fit in and she made that her strength, and she's trying to help others who don't fit in. And they ended up helping her in return, more than she had hoped.
And that led to a level of trust we don't see often with Goemon, at least not outside of Lupin's gang. He let Gabby take care of his sword, of the actual Zantetsuken, the thing he cherishes the most and that's akin to his life and soul! And he not only let go of it to fulfill his debt towards her, but he entrusted her to watch over it. AND she understood how important it was to him, and teamed up with him/helped him out when he started throwing hands with Lupin.
I absolutely love the level of dedication Goemon put into this whole thing. He didn't drag his feet or complain that it was ridiculous, Gabby wanted him to walk the catwalk and by Buddha he was gonna be the best model she'd ever seen. Goemon practiced his walk a thousand times just because Gabby had jokingly said he should do that. He fucking worked himself to exhaustion to fulfill his promise, and although I'm always mad at him for needlessly putting himself through avoidable hardships for the sake of unachievable perfection, well... I also love and admire this stupid, over-dedicated dork, I mean LOOK AT HIM!!!
I can't help comparing it to the Part 5 episode "The Extravagance of Goemon Ishikawa", which tried to do the same thing - Goemon, on his own, dedicating his time to helping a woman, and ending up throwing hands with Lupin as a result. Except in Part 5, Goemon's inadequacy with the modern world was played for laughs (with him being conned out of all his money and tricked by Lupin into a fruitless job). Chloe was a useless damsel in distress who Goemon didn't particularly appreciate, and who only caused him problems.
Whereas in Part 6, he's choosing by himself to help Gabby, someone who has saved his life and given him an occasion to put his effort into a different type of training that teaches him new things. He's also helping Gabby learn and grow, his dedication isn't for nothing like it was in Part 5. He's actually enjoying himself, achieving something useful that he's proud of, and learning.
Also, Lupin really needs to stop crashing his friend's vacation! Let Goemon have fun, goddammit! (tbh I think Goe appreciated the occasion to throw hands)
Outside of just Goemon, it was nice to see Lupin and Fujiko together again, playing their usual game of cat and mouse, and Lupin taking a plunge in the river was very Red Jacket of him đ Lupin once again lost the loot, but I'm glad this time it was to Goemon and not to Fujiko. Goe deserves his time to shine (and to kick his friends' butts).
In summary, what I loved about this episode was the perfect balance of fun and depth, silliness and character analysis. This wasn't just "let's put Goemon in a funny situation and see what he does", this was a real occasion for him to learn and grow and build trust with someone. And that's always really nice to watch.
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âDiscordant Sonataâ Chapter 20
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CHAPTER 20: PRESTISSIMO
 Music glossary:
 Prestissimo - "Extremely quicklyâ; to be played as fast as possible
* Fun tidbit: Â The name âGaspardâ means "bringer of treasure" *
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(Mood Music: âDead Thingsâ - Philip Glass)
Adrien cursed into his gag, feebly squirming on the back seat of the car heâd been dragged into. The windows were heavily tinted, so there was no chance that anyone would be able to see him. Not that that mattered right now anyway, as he couldnât even sit up at the moment. In fact, he couldnât feel any of his appendages due to whatever drug his bodyguard (or... whoever he was) had injected into him.
One thing was certain: since neither of these men was the real Gaspard, they must be akumas, and his father had used their likeness to trick him.
Damn it. Why had he left his guard down back there? He shouldâve known not to trust anyone. And now thanks to his idiocy, Marinette had gotten dragged into this giant mess, and he had no idea where âFake-Gaspard #2â had taken her. Heâd never forgive himself if anything happened to her. He seethed silently, consumed by fear and anger, both simultaneously raging for control.
He could feel Plagg behind him trying to fiddle with the zip ties that bound his arms together; but it wasnât as simple as merely unlocking a safe or a door. Having Plagg with him was his only ace in the hole, so he had to remain hidden. Adrien had to plan his escape carefully for when the effects of the drug had worn off enough. Even if Plagg wasnât able to remove the ties, he could still unlock the car door, so Adrien could roll out and... hopefully not be crushed to death by traffic. He let out a muffled grumble.
Okay... maybe that wasnât the best idea.
He had to do something soon though; there wasnât much time left before they arrived back at the Agreste mansion, and the only feeling heâd regained was in his hands and feet. He supposed he should consider himself lucky. If the dosage had been any higher, it couldâve interfered with his lungs, or worse.
Not that Father would care, he huffed impassively. If anything, it would get him out of the picture permanently, and heâd no longer be an inconvenience to Hawkmothâs schemes.
Adrienâs thoughts drifted back to Marinette; worry and anxiety about what had happened to his beloved roommate clouded his mind, interfering with his concentration. He replayed her scuffle with the bodyguards over and over in his head, the overwhelming feelings of guilt and shame causing his entire being to ache in agony and self-loathing. This was all his fault. He was pathetic. Degraded from superhero to hostage with no one but himself to blame.
If Gabriel locked him away, would he ever find out what happened to her? Memories of being locked in a small, almost completely barren room for days at a time as punishment for misbehavior flashed in his mind, causing his insides to churn and his hands to get clammy. He fought the panic that threatened to boil over within him and firmly shoved the memories away. He needed his wits about him at the moment, and getting sucked into a spiral of panic would prevent him from being able to think logically.
His thoughts were interrupted as the car screeched to a halt, and had his Not-Bodyguards not partially strapped him into the lap seatbelts, he wouldâve been thrown onto the floor from the momentum. He managed to turn his head and shake it slightly to try to get the hair out of his eyes, letting out a small grunt of puzzlement. What was happening??
His confusion didnât last long.
An enormous force hurtled down from the sky onto the hood of the car, squashing it like an empty aluminum can, crushing the engine and rendering it useless. Once the dust and debris settled, Adrien peeked as high as he could, trying to catch a glimpse of what had landed on the car. Despite his meager view from the back seat, coupled with his blurry eyesight (as heâd lost his eyeglasses sometime during the scuffle), he could still make out the unmistakable red boots and black leggings that stood on top of the broken metal.
A million questions swirled around in his head in a jumbled tornado of confusion and elation. He tried calling out her name, having completely forgotten that he couldnât, and he doubled his efforts trying to squirm out of his bindings so he could get her attention.
His endeavors were cut short though. Despite his impaired vision, he saw the distinct glowing masks form in front of the menâs faces.
I knew it!! he thought, glaring at them with distaste.
They rushed out of the car without a word, and he couldnât help but utterly loathe the thought of Ladybug fighting both of them by herself, despite her partner being mere feet away, albeit totally useless.
God, I hate being a damsel in distress, he frowned. I hope sheâs gonna be okay.
In a vicious display of skill that shocked onlookers, barely a minute later Ladybug had the two men strung up with her yo-yo from a street light. They hung several feet above the ground, expressions slightly miffed but otherwise still rather blank, which, for an akuma, was unusual to say the least.
âUgh, not in here either,â Ladybug remarked crossly, discarding a broken watch onto the floor, joining the plethora of other torn items and belongings scattered all around them. âWhere the hell is it?!â she grumbled after tearing a shoe in half and still not seeing any blackened butterflies.
She frowned, twisting her mouth in annoyance. If I keep going like this, theyâll end flashing all of Paris, she thought. Best to turn them over to the authorities and continue this search at the police station. She needed to check on Adrien anyway.
Right on cue, the police arrived and secured the area. After making sure the police had a handle on the situation, Ladybug rushed to the busted car to retrieve Adrien.
She jerked the car door openââor rather, tried toâ accidentally yanking the entire door handle off and warping the metal of the door itself. She cursed in irritation, deciding to bypass the door altogether, and leaped onto the top of the car. With a strained heave, she peeled off the entire roof like a can opener, all the while muttering a colorful string of expletives Adrien had never heard his mild-mannered, even-tempered partner say before.
She dropped down next to him onto the back seat, releasing the seatbelts and assisting Adrien into a seated position. She reached up to touch his face, apologizing sheepishly before carefully peeling off the tape that covered his mouth.
Despite the gag being gone, Adrien remained speechless, staring at Ladybug with an intensity sheâd never seen coming from him before. With a small, flustered stutter, she summoned a Lucky Charm. A pair of small, polka-dotted scissors landed onto the palm of her hand. She made quick work of his bindings and briefly inspected the red marks on his skin to make sure he was unharmed.
Adrien threw his arms around her, bringing her into a bone crushing hug, his entire body shaking like a leaf.
âOh, Adrien,â she whispered, her voice still a bit raspy, and squeezed back firmly. âIâm so glad I found you. I was so scared.â
He didnât reply, as he was near-hyperventilating, but his grip around her shoulders tightened and he buried his head into her neck, seeking comfort.
A few moments later, Ladybug gently lifted Adrien out of the car, careful not to touch the jagged metal edges. She hopped down to the ground and gingerly sat him on a nearby bench. He wobbled unsteadily, but managed to stay upright as she examined him.
âHow are you feeling? Can you tell me what happened?â she asked, seemingly snapping him out of a haze.
Without a word, his head whipped up and his eyes developed a determined glint. He shot up to his feetâ or, at least, he attempted toâ barely managing to take a single wobbly step before crumpling onto the ground.
âAdrien!!â Ladybug called out as she halfway caught him. âAre you injured?! Whatâs happened to your legs?â
âParalyzing drug,â Adrien slurred. âIâll be fine,â he continued as he clumsily broke away from her hold, successfully taking a couple of shaky steps forward.
Ladybug exclaimed, horrified, âThey drugged you?! What did they want?â She stepped in front of him, placing her hands gently on his chest, halting his attempt to flee. âWhere are you going?? Youâre in no condition to be running around right now, we need to take you to a hospital!â
Adrien shook his head, his tone becoming increasingly desperate, his pace becoming faster and more frantic as he stumbled ahead. âNo no, please, I need to go look for her!â
âWhatâs wrong?â Ladybug asked, perplexed. âLook for who?â she said as she rushed beside him.
âI have to go back!â he pleaded. âI have to make sure sheâs okay! She could be in danger, I need to find her!â
At this point, theyâd reached a grassy portion of an adjacent park, and the uneven ground caused him to trip over himself. He cried out as he fell on top of Ladybug, who had surged forward to catch him.
âPleaseâŚâ he looked down at her, barely able to hold himself up with his arms in their weakened state. âI have to find Marinette. She got hurt trying to save me,â he uttered quietly, his voice quivering and eyes glossy. âIf anything happened to her, I donât think I couldââ his voice cracked, unable to continue. He inhaled slowly, then uttered with a trembling voice, âPlease, I need to go back. Sheâs really important to me, I canât go anywhere else until I know sheâs alright.â
Ladybugâs face softened, touched by his concern. âSheâs fine!â she blurted out. âMarinetteâs fine!â
Adrien gave her a puzzled look. âWhat?? But how do you know?â
She attempted to give him a reassuring smile, trying her hardest to avoid looking like a demented clown. Think, you knucklehead, think!! Ladybug screamed inwardly in a panic.
âUhh, sheâs the one who contacted me!â she lied, then lowered her voice, as if she were letting him in on some forbidden knowledge. âSheâs been secretly helping me and Chat Noir, so I gave her a way to contact me privately in case of emergency. But of course, this has to remain a secret; so please donât tell anyone.â She helped him to a sitting position on the ground and added, âCan I trust you with this?â
Adrienâs face and posture relaxed, his eyebrows upturned with both amazement and affection. âAlways,â he breathed out softly. âYou can count on me, always,â he murmured, a kind smile etched on his handsome face as he reached for her hand and squeezed.
Ladybug smiled fondly in return, remembering why it had been so easy to fall in love with him several years ago. He was truly a selfless and sweet person at heart.
He lifted his hand up to her face, rubbing his thumb across a cut on her lower lip and wiping away a spot of blood which, unbeknownst to him, sheâd gotten as Marinette. Her breath hitched, face suddenly feeling rather warm.
âIt seems like we always meet under less than ideal circumstances,â Adrien chuckled softly. âFate has a cruel sense of humor sometimes. Iâm sorry.â
Ladybugâs stomach tingled, a sense of familiarity descending on her yet again. She must have been staring because Adrien swiftly withdrew his hand with a quick apology, muttering sheepishly how heâd never been very good at recognizing the need for personal space.
Not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable, Ladybug forced herself to pretend to have a functioning brain and smiled politely, helping him to stand and letting him use her as a support. âItâs okay, no worries!â she added amiably. âWould you let me take you back to the school? My yo-yoâs better than a taxi, or so I hear.â
He grinned widely, then nodded. âYeah. Iâd appreciate it.â
Ladybug picked him up, acutely aware that crowds were beginning to gather around the area. As she was about to take off with Adrien, she heard one of the cops call out her name.
âWhat is it, Officer Raincomprix? Do you have the situation under control? Iâm taking Adrien back to the school to get him checked out by a medical professional. You can get a statement from him there, away from the public and fromââ she added, an annoyed crinkle forming on her forehead ââfrom all the reporters. Be on the lookout for any possible akuma.â
Officer Roger Raincomprixâs face was one of pure bewilderment. âUhâ well, maâam, somethingâs happened. Iâm not sure how to explain. Youâd better come take a look for yourself.â
Ladybug and Adrien exchanged puzzled glances, then she nodded as she and Adrien made their way to where sheâd detained the kidnappers.
Upon arriving back at the scene of the battle, Ladybug gasped, almost dropping Adrien in shock, with a look on her face like sheâd just witnessed an alien invasion.
âWHERE ARE THEY?!â she shrieked. âHow did they escape?!?â
âWeâre not sure,â Officer Roger stated. âSomebody caught it on camera, maybe you can get some clues from the video.â He called over one of the cameramen from a local news crew. âRewind it, please,â he instructed him.
Ladybug and Adrien stared at the tiny screen in awe. The two men had been released from the lamppost and were being walked towards the police car in handcuffs. Once theyâd almost reached the vehicle, they halted mid-step, then fell to the ground, faces twisting in agony, and they let out a bloodcurdling wail, like their insides were being ripped apart. A cloud of dark, indigo smoke engulfed them, obscuring them completely; and when it cleared, there was nothing.
Ladybug gaped in total confusion. âSo they just⌠disappeared??â she cried. âVanished without a trace??â
The officer shook his head. âNot entirely. These were left behind,â he added, presenting two small, white feathers.
Ladybug accepted them, even more confused than before. âAnd youâre absolutely certain you saw no akumas leave their bodies?â
Roger nodded. âPositive. There was nothing else. Weâre searching the area for clues; weâll let you know if we find anything.â
Ladybug exhaled sharply, feeling like sheâd been thrown into a freezing lake, the tiny hairs at the back of her neck standing on end. What in the world was happening??
(Mood Music: Ballet from âOrpheus and Eurydice" - Christoph Gluck)
By the time Ladybug had gotten Adrien situated at the school nurseâs, the effects of whatever neuromuscular drug heâd been injected with had waned somewhat, and heâd regained most of the feeling and mobility in his limbs. Since he waved off the need to actually lie down in one of the beds, she helped him sink into a small sofa, adjusting the pillows, fussing over him, asking if he needed a blanket or something to drink. All the while, he kept trying to reassure her that he was fine (although his face did look a bit flushed during this exchange, which didnât ease her apprehensions).
As the nurse examined his vitals and gave him a quick check-up, Ladybugâs thoughts slowly shifted from doting concern to one of regret and guilt. This was all her fault. She should have listened to Tikki and transformed instead of rushing in headfirst without knowing the full situation.
Her earrings rang out their second beep, reminding her that her time was beginning to run short. She knew she needed to part ways, but a pressing question rooted her to the spot. She couldnât leave just yet. Not until she knew.
Adrien mustâve sensed her discomfort; as soon as the nurse excused herself to fill out a health report and speak to the police, he touched her arm and asked quietly, âIs everything okay?â He motioned for her to sit next to him, patting the cushion with a friendly gesture.
She complied, trying to appear as calm as possible as she took a seat. âWell, itâs about⌠earlier,â she began hesitantly, then lowered her head to whisper, âDo you think this had anything to do with those photos of us from a few months back, when we went to the movies together? Maybe the pictures got leaked after all, and the wrong people got ahold of them. I canât help but feel like thatâs why you were targeted.â
Adrienâs eyes popped wide open as he jerked his head up. âOh, no!! No, it wasnât!â Adrien replied, arms waving in emphatic denial. He tried to calm his voice again as he continued to insist, âBelieve me, itâs not connected to that at all!â
âWhat?? B-but how are you sure? You can be honest with me; you donât have to downplay it for my sake,â she insisted. âI accept all responsibility for everything that happened that evening. I shouldâve known it was too dangerous and that it would put you at risk. I just want to fix things and make sure what happened today wonât ever happen again.â
âThe timing was just a coincidence, I promise,â Adrien assured her, reaching forward and giving her shoulder a squeeze. âThis has nothing to do with you... and everything to do with my father,â he added darkly.
Ladybugâs jaw dropped as a realization dawned on her. âOh no, your father⌠heâs going to be so upset!! The police have probably already notified him, he must be worried sick!â Ladybug groaned in dismay, her head dropping into her hands, entirely missing the way Adrienâs eyes rolled sardonically. âWould it help if I escorted you to your home myself? Just to make absolutely sure that you arrive home safely? Itâs no trouble, really! Iâd just need to go recharge real quick andââ
Adrien looked like heâd just been set on fire. âNO!!!â he cut her off, unable to keep the terror out of his voice. âPlease, donât!!â
Ladybug recoiled back like sheâd been slapped in the face, utterly bewildered at his response. Adrienâs hands began to tremble, and he gripped the fabric of his pants to try to keep them still.
âUhh, what I meant to say was, âno thank you, that wonât be necessary.â M-my Father is, uhh... very particular. Fastidious, really. Someone will drive me back.â He grimaced as if his words tasted bitter, then he exhaled, seeming to compose himself. âI appreciate the offer, itâs very kind of you. But thereâs really no need.â
âI⌠b-butâŚâ she stammered, twiddling with the hem of her skirt, unconvinced. âAre you absolutely, positively sure youâll be alright?â
Adrien nodded. âIâll be fine. Trust me.â
Ladybug let out a deep sigh. âWell⌠alright. Sorry I kept pushing, itâs justâŚâ She bit her lip, trying not to think about the chillingly blank stares of the impostor bodyguards. âItâs just that those men were no ordinary akumas. Actually, I donât even know if they were ever really human in the first place. Or akumas. Something is very wrong here. I donât like it.â
She felt Adrien shuffle nervously beside her, and her posture straightened like sheâd been smacked with a rod, her head whipping up to meet Adrienâs concerned eyes again.
âOh goodness, Iâm so sorry! I shouldnât be blabbing all this stuff to you, especially after what youâve just been through. Youâre safe now and Iâll make sure it stays that way, alright? I swear it! So, please try not to worry about it. Iâll discuss this incident with Chat Noir and see if he knows anything about this weird phenomenon, okay? Weâll protect you.â She grinned and took his hands into hers, giving it a gentle squeeze.
An odd look crossed his face, but it shifted into a cordial smile before she could think much of it. âRight. Thanks, Ladybug. Iâm sorry you had to get dragged into this.â
Ladybug sputtered, âNot at all! Please donât be sorry! Itâs my job! I was happy to do so! W-well, I meanâ not happy you almost gotâ I mean, obviously not that, but happy that you... that Iââ she stopped her ramblings with a loud, embarrassed facepalm. âOw. Anyway, you know what I mean,â she finished with a self-deprecating grin.
Adrien was about to reply when the door to the infirmary swung open, crashing into the adjacent wall with a loud bang.
âADRIEN!!! BRO, ARE YOU OKAY??!â a despondent-sounding Nino rushed to his side, throwing his arms around him without even noticing Ladybugâs presence, a concerned Alya following closely behind.
Adrien hugged him back, touched at his concern. âNino!! Boy, am I glad to see you! Iâm fine, really!â
âYouâre not hurt?? Youâre really okay?!â
âOf course! Iâm fine now, all thanks to Ladybug and Marâ waitâŚâ His head whipped around the room, squinting his eyes as he searched (the action reminding Ladybug that Adrienâs glasses were still missing). âWhereâs Marinette? Sheâs not with you guys?â
Ladybug let out an odd squeak, then tried covering it up with a cough.
Alya shook her head. âI tried calling her, but thereâs been no answer. But someone pulled the fire alarm and called the cops, so maybe that was her? I was able to squeeze some info out of one of the officers. He said a young woman called and claimed she saw Adrien Agreste get taken away in a vehicle against his will. He mentioned that she sounded out of breath, almost like she was running or chasing after them. If that doesnât sound like Marinette, then I donât know what does.â
Adrien bit the side of his cheek, brows upturned in concern. âShe saw us and tried fighting the assailants. She could be injured, I have to go find her,â he said as he stood up, still wobbly but able to do it unassisted.
âNO!!â Ladybug yelped, leaping off the sofa like it was made of hot coals, and they all looked up at her. âI mean, you shouldnât push yourself. D-donât worry, Iâm sure sheâs on her way! You should stay here so she knows where to find you! No sense in having you both running around and potentially missing each other, right?â
Adrien crossed his arms, not quite convinced, but deciding to follow her instructions. âWell⌠I-I guess. We should try her cell phone again.â
Ladybug continued, words dribbling out like a broken faucet, âAnyhoo, my earrings are about to beep again, so Iâd better get going! But you all know how to get a hold of me if anything happens, right guys? Right?? Right... Anyway, bug out!!â
And with that, Ladybug scampered away like a white rabbit late for a tea party.
A few minutes later (the entirety of which Adrien spent answering Nino and Alyaâs worried queries as well as filling out a police report) a rather rumpled-looking Marinette quietly entered the room, not wanting to interrupt.
She didnât stay undetected for long, however. Upon seeing her, Adrienâs features morphed from surprise into joy, followed by relief, then concern. Heâd never seen her look quite so⌠tired .
He mustâve uttered her name out loud because she approached them sheepishly. âUmm⌠hi. S-sorry, it took me a little while to walk back to the school and my phone ran out of battery on the way. Are you okaâââ
Adrien sprung off his seat and shuffled towards her, halfway dragging his still-sluggish legs. He threw his arms around her, clutching her as tight as he could, as if she might disappear again at any second.
âMarinette, thank God,â he cooed, gently cradling the back of her head. âI donât know how to thank you. If it hadnât been for you, I wouldâve beenââ
âYou wouldâve done the same for me,â she said as she embraced him with matching fervor. âIâm just glad youâre okay now.â
They felt a large thwump as someone wrapped their arms around them, followed by another set of arms joining the pile.
âThis most definitely calls for a group hug,â Nino said, squeezing hard.
âEspecially after what Adrien told us happened,â Alya added. âGirl, you are so brave! Iâm so proud of you!! Ladybug and Chat Noir better watch out or youâll be stealing their jobs soon!â Adrien heard Marinette let out an amused snort as he and Nino chimed in in agreement.
Now that the danger had passed and the adrenaline had subsided, a moment of calm was exactly what they needed.
As the group pulled apart and he was able to get a better look at her, it was then that Adrien noticed how truly beaten up Marinette appeared, physically. Her hair was out of place, her clothes torn in a few spots, her usual hair accessory was missing, and she was covered in grime, cuts, and bruises.
âOh, MariâŚâ he whispered sadly as he slowly turned her head by the chin, gently thumbing a large cut on her lips and ghosting the tips of his fingers over a darkening black eye, moving her hair out of the way.
Marinette then realized that, in the midst of all the commotion, Ladybug had forgotten to use her Miraculous Cure.
Damn it! Screwed up yet another thing today.
She wondered if she could summon another Lucky Charm later today and try to fix things then . Sheâd never tried using a Lucky Charm outside of battle once the danger had already passed. Would it even work?
Marinette winced. âThat bad, eh? Do I have to wear a paper bag over my head for a few days to avoid frightening the children of Paris?â she joked. She instinctively stuck out her tongue to search for the cut on her lip, then flinched when the wetness of her saliva made it sting.
Adrien frowned. âNonsense. Here,â he said, leading her by the hand back to the sofa. After she sat down, he began gathering some of the first aid materials that the nurse had left on the countertop, then rummaged through the drawers and cupboards for more.
Marinette let out a flustered squeak as he brought the supplies over and pulled up a chair, sitting across from her.
âOh! Donât worry about it, itâs totally not necessary,â she said, holding her hands up. âI can take care of it later, itâs no big deal, you should really get some restââ
Adrien leaned forward in his seat, reaching for her hand. âPlease. Let me do this.â he murmured, insistent. âItâs the least I can do.â
Marinette could feel her face getting flushed from all the attention, but didnât want to argue with him. He was clearly blaming himself for what had happened, and maybe this would be a way to help him feel better, even though it wasnât his fault whatsoever. She shyly tucked some hair behind her ear, then nodded in consent.
As Adrien treated Marinetteâs wounds, they overheard Principal Damocles and Madame Bustier conversing as they walked down the hallway outside of the nurseâs office.
ââAnd now there isnât even anyone left behind for Monsieur Agreste to press charges, since the police claim that the perpetrators disappeared into thin air!â Mr. Damocles lamented as he paused in front of the slightly ajar infirmary door. âItâs not like he can sue Ladybug or the authorities for their negligence in capturing the culprits. Or, come to think of it, maybe he can! He is friends with the mayor, after all,â he pondered, continuing his musings. âRegardless, the blame will surely fall upon us!â
âPerhaps this isnât the time to worry about that, Principal Damocles,â Mme Bustier spoke in a more hushed tone. âSurely M. Agreste must be feeling absolutely distraught after what nearly happened to his son. Heâs such a caring and devoted father, always worrying about Adrienâs well-being, especially since his wifeâs disappearance. His son is all he has left. We should try to be more considerate.â
âHmm, yes, I suppose you are correct. Perhaps if we send him a basket of fruit to show our condolences about this incident, heâll let the whole thing slide and we can avoid a lawsuit.â
âSirâŚâ Caline Bustier let out a troubled sigh as the two continued down the hallway.
The room was quiet again and Marinette had to work really hard to suppress an irritated groan, as her acting skills were put to the ultimate test of avoiding outwardly cringing at her principalâs misdirected priorities.
Her attention turned back towards Adrien, and at this point she realized that his actions had halted. His arm hovered in mid-air holding a cotton ball soaked in antiseptic, glassy eyes staring blankly at the ground. He looked rather pale, almost like heâd seen a ghost, and his face was downcast, yet somehow still unreadable. She supposed that years of concealing his emotions came naturally for him as well.
Marinette knew that Adrienâs relationship with his father was rather strained, particularly over the past year, with him becoming more and more strict and Adrien having to deal with increasing pressure to maintain a near-impossible standard of conduct. But judging by Adrienâs dramatic shift in mood, she couldnât help but wonder if there was more to it than that.
She reached forward, lightly touching his opposite forearm to get his attention. His gaze whipped up to meet hers, his eyes revealing an ocean of sorrow. But he cleared his throat and gave her a small smile, that perfect default smile, the one that she hated seeing on him. Then he resumed tending to her various wounds, briefly apologizing for getting distracted.
She noticed in her peripheral vision a miffed-looking Nino pulling Alya to the other side of the room, speaking in hushed tones. She couldnât hear what they were saying, but it sounded like they were disagreeing about something.
ââYou canât just go around making those kinds of accusations!â Alya hissed, almost too quiet for Marinette to hear. âItâs literally the worst time for that!â
âI wonât!â Nino whispered back. â... For now. But it doesnât mean Iâm gonna stop suspecting him. Iâm telling you, heâs not a good dude! If heâs such a âperfectâ father, why isnât he here right now?! After what just happened?â His posture drooped and he crossed his arms. âI just⌠Iâm worried about Adrien, babe. What if heâs not actually okay?â he asked with a slight quiver in his voice.
âOh, NinoâŚâ Alyaâs face softened as she brought him into a tight embrace. âEverythingâs gonna be fine, hon. Donât worry.â
She glanced over and made eye contact with Marinette, giving her a small smile; then she and Nino walked off together to a more secluded area to continue their private conversation.
Adrien finished wrapping up a nasty-looking gash on her shin, which had bled through her pants leg. Heâd rolled up the fabric to treat the wound, and was now rolling it back down.
âThank you, Adrien,â she said quietly. âI should get going, my parents are probably worried; they usually keep the news radio turned on in the bakery, so theyâve probably already heard about what happened.â
Adrien stood when she did. Always a gentleman, she thought with a smile.
âWill you be alright? Can I walk you home?â he asked.
Marinette spluttered incredulously. âYouâre asking me if Iâm alright?! After all that you just went through??â
He shrugged slightly, giving her a tiny, contrite smile. âWell⌠you went through it with me. And, as amazing as you are, youâre not unbreakable. I just wanna be there for you like you were for me today. And like every time youâve been there whenever I needed someone.â
Marinetteâs heart thumped loudly in her chest, touched by his concern and gratitude. He spoke so sincerely, and she could sense that many things were left unspoken, and there was a weight behind his words that she couldnât decipher. âWhat about your car ride?â
âIâŚâ he faltered slightly. âIâll tell them to pick me up from your place. No biggie.â
âWell⌠if youâre sure. The company would be nice,â she relented.
âGreat!â he said cheerfully, offering his arm. âYou can be my seeing-eye mouse.â
âA what? A seeing-eye mouse?â she giggled. âActually, that reminds meââ she paused, opening her purse and rummaging through it.
Adrienâs eyes grew wide as she conjured up his missing eyeglasses from within.
âI went looking for them before coming to find you. It was lucky that they were still there, in the locker room. One of the lenses has a small scratch, but they should still work fine until you can buy a new pair.â
Adrien let out a small, incredulous laugh, then put on his glasses. âI canât believe you went back for them. Youâre a lifesaver, Marinette; in so many ways. Thank you.â
Marinetteâs face warmed at the compliment, despite trying hard to smolder the remainders of a flame that was once there. She cleared her throat and teased, âCan I still be your seeing-eye dog?â
âYou mean, my âseeing-eye mouseâ!â
She raised an amused eyebrow. âWhy a mouse?â
âYouâd be a mouse âcause youâre little and cute!���
Marinette blew a raspberry as she giggled. âYouâre such a dork! Alright, Iâll do it, but youâd better be there when I need someone to fetch something from the top shelves!â
Adrien chuckled and gave her a wink. âThatâs a promise.â
âââââ
As some of you correctly guessed: YES! The peacock miraculous was used to create sentimonsters in the image of Adrien's old bodyguard to deceive him and take him back to Gabriel.
There's some plot decisions I have to make (whether to follow my original outline of what comes next or if I need to tweak some things to improve the flow of the story), so it's back to "normal" updates again, but I'll do my best to update a bit more consistently :)
#CW: kidnapping#Miraculous Ladybug#Ladynoir#Enemies AU#enemies to lovers#Marinette Dupain Cheng#Adrien Agreste#Chat Noir#Ladybug#fanfiction#Discordant Sonata#ML AU#aged up#Eden writes
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You know how I said ulquiorra x orihime is similar to mereum x komugi? I wanted to explain it a little bit even though nobody asked me to lmao.
Ulquiorra and Mereum literally looked down on people till the end but just not one person that is orihime and komugi respectively. Ulquiorra LITERALLY doesn't have a heart, he is not a human and same goes for Mereum, he is not a fucking human, therefore you can not bring up the argument like "oh but he kidnapped her blah blah blah" or whatever here. When you watch these kinds of arcs where villains are legitimate not humans and you expect humanity from them, I will literally think nothing of you but as a stupid fuck.
You CANNOT deny the fact that the best character development that orihime has was in hueco mundo arc and it was because of Ulquiorra and the impact he made and if you're gonna say "but her character development could have happened in some other way" FUCK NO. The plot was long ahead and orihime was legit the same. Literally. If her character development had to happen in some other way they had to do it way back in the first few arc but no we were literally dragged till hueco mundo arc for her development and shit started to get real in this arc so there was no other way in my opinion. Orihime did not see Ulquiorra as a monster how everyone else did, she stuck to her believes but never questioned why he thought the way he did cus she knows he is not human and instead did her very best to explain her side, she didn't expect him to understand but nonetheless she never "left" Ulquiorra. He started to find meaning, he was desperate to understand which very ironic if we remember that Ulquiorra's concept of death is nihilism.
People always talk about mereum's character changing because of Komugi but they forget the fact that Komugi felt so overwhelmed with happiness she never thought she would be lucky enough to stay by the side of someone who, for the world was a deadly monster. And as everyone knows how Komugi impacted, how he did not care about anything but just wanted to be with her.
Both Ulquiorra and Mereum, started to understand feelings and started to feel emotions (Mereum to a much greater extend). In their dying moments they looked/just wanted to be with one fucking person, the one that they genuinely started to care about. Fuck they type of villains who are like i dont care about this world I just want to be with my girl.
Nobody respected Orihime and Komugi for their potential. Ulquiorra even says that she is a strong willed woman. Which by far, in my opinion the best compliment about Orihime who even by her own friends is treated as some damsel in distress. Komugi's life had literally no value in front of others. She knew no nen but Mereum admired her for what she was best at, Gungi. They were like fuck that, they are the best at what they do and nothing else mattered to both Ulquiorra and Mereum.
Ulquiorra was desperate after a point to kill ichigo and it didn't even seem like it was for Aizen at that point. He knew the value she held for ichigo was much more than some friends. But at the end of the day, orihime was looking at him, he remembered the conversation they had and was expecting her to remember it too and yk what? She did, she had tears in her eyes. He reached out to her and she did too but it was too late, His death impacted her ALOT. Mereum and Komugi died together because for both of them there was no world beyond each other. Mereum wanted to be with Komugi and play gungi with her as much as they could, Komugi was more than happy to oblige. They held their hand together and died
They only reason they aren't alive is because if Ulquiorra would have been alive then Ulquihime would have been canon and Mereum and Komugi would make hybrid babies which I am not really up for.
So they canon, no cap no hats only boots and gold chains, period.
#ulquiorra cifer#ulquiorra x orihime#ulquihime#ulquiorra#bleach orihime#orihime#bleach#mereum x komugi#mereum#hunter x hunter#hunter x hunter 2011#hxh 2011#hxh#komugi
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other main character meta- Ochako, pt 1
<part 2>
âCould you send me there?â you ask, while i blink, confused. âThe world where someone else is the main character? not because i have any hypocritical biases against the one i got, just curious how the fandom meta changes.â
âOh, yeah, sure.â I nod, thinking, before tapping my wand against your forehead. âLetâs start with Ochako.â
"I'm going to warn you now- I will have to slightly adjust the plot like I did with Mirio, just to actually let her be the main character."
"Yeah, that checks out." You nod, thinking about certain arcs where the female fighting teams get no coverage while the dudes get four different backstory reveals and full fight focus.
"Very well."
The show begins with a brief narration by the girl of quirks and super hero fights- all flashy. Then it zooms out to show the destruction, and a small construction team moving in as Ochako explains that just as there are new careers in society for heroes, there's also a bigger market for construction companies, one of which her own family runs.
"I've always wanted to help them with it, and my quirk would be useful"- a tiny, adorable Ochako finally appears, making rocks in a park float- "but to get a work license like that is expensive and selective- you've got to make a lot of court appearances and convince them why is a good idea and won't destroy the economy. It's much easier to get a hero license."
Then she explains: "Of course, once you have a hero license, you can make a lot more money than just by helping the company. Especially if... Your family company isn't doing very well." A series of tired but loving parents are shown working all hours to make ends meet.
"I want to help them- my parents. They've done everything for me, and they deserve a break. So that's why I'm going to be a hero- their hero."
The training montage is quick, using her quirk during school in training, after school in secret, around the house. She saves up money too, and studies, aiming for a scholarship.
She applies and tests for many hero schools, and the exams all vary widely.
The first episode ends with her looking up at UA, her final one, the one she really hopes to get into.
"Oh, that's nice." You nod. "And we even get to know her parents' quirks here."
"Yep." I agree. "In general, there's a lot more of a look at the financial side. It's pretty interesting."
"And the fandom?"
"Well, certain people get praised for the bare minimum, but I'll admit having a female lead is super uncommon for shonen jump." It's an improvement, though it's up in the air how much of one it will be. "There's also, because we saw a lot more hero schools, a ton of "students at different school" fics, either because they were expelled or because of the danger UA gets into."
"I do kinda feel like this universe is lucky for that sort of world building." You nod.
"It's very cool to see the takes on the aus. But, I will say there's a cost for this world building- the AfO stuff reeeeally comes out of nowhere and tends to not be popular with fans."
The next episode starts, and Ochako helps a boy from falling. "Love interest alert!" The fans notice quickly when the cute boy blushes and doesn't manage to say much before she walks away.
"They caught on quick." You note.
"And they aren't wrong." Not that it's any real feat to be right.
The exam starts, and Ochako is off in a flash. You see a few glimpses of future classmates- Iida, Aoyama, Kirishima.
She does well, racking up villain points and rescue points, until she's a little too ambitious and falls into the rubble. Her nausea is well established by now, everyone knows she's at her limit.
She can't get up.
The green haired boy comes back and stops the zero pointer.
And breaks every bone in the process.
Ochako saves him in return, lifting up the rubble and stopping his fall.
And then vomits violently afterwards.
"You know, I think quirks suck, actually." The fandom tends to agree on this after that episode/chapter. "But it is interesting that there's such a price for the powers, balances it really well."
"Ha." You shake your head. "They caught onto that, quicker."
"Yep." I can't even say it's more highlighted here, it's the exact same way it was shown in our universe- down to the sparkling rainbow puke.
"Though..." You can't quite imagine that's the only thing the fandom is saying isn't actually that great.
"Ding ding ding." I nod. "Did our own main character get treated just like a damsel in distress? Sure, she saved him back, but that just meant she could have floated away on her own in that time, even if it made her sick. Better that than dead. Is it the sexism?" I shrug. "Most decide to wait and see a bit, and by the time they work together in the first battle exercise figure it's a pretty even split between them saving each other."
"So no sexism?" You get happy at that thought.
I cough. "Ah, no. Both in the show and the fandom. You wouldn't believe how many grown men complain about the lady mc, even as they keep watching."
"And have her body pillow."
"Please don't make me think about that." I cover my eyes, but don't deny that it's true. "Anyway, yeah. Get ready for a lot of people to point out that even though the main character is a girl, every single other girl is flat as cardboard so far and that she only has developed friends that are guys."
"Hey, they aren't flat-"
"In the first season? Yeah they are. Unless you meant, physically, in which case..."
"I didn't." You protest. "But I guess I can see your point, at the start."
"Right. Let's continue on."
Uraraka goes to Present Mic to offer her points. The man pats her on the head, and skyrockets to the position of fandom dad.
"It's all about Dadmic and then Dadzawa here," I explain. "The fans were very disappointed to learn Mic wasn't her homeroom teacher, but yeah... He got a huge head start before Dadzawa fics got going."
"Nice. And it's all fanon?"
"Yeah, it may be a good thing he's not actually in it much, or they might realize how much they just made up on their own."
Then she gets accepted in, on hero and rescue points- she's third place overall, and she gets the scholarship.
On the first day of school, she actually gets to know her love interest's name- Midoriya!
There's also the quirk assessment, which really leads to the "expelled to another school" au and the "fire Aizawa and replace him with better Mic" aus, the first of which lasts much longer in the fandom use, but the second one was just as passionate for a while.
Iida becomes the second friend, and gives her the "Infinity Girl" nickname- which actually is the fandom assumption of what her hero name will be for quite a while, a la 'ground zero'.
Then it's time for All Might's first appearance on screen, to much applause of the students, and the announcement that they get their costumes.
During the first battle exercise, there's a lot more lingering camera work in the changing rooms. Ochako gets to expand a lot more on how she didn't want her costume to be that tight. It's uncomfortable, especially when she thinks about wearing it in front of everyone.
"Oh, I forgot she didn't like it at first... Does she just, get used to it here?" It sounds horrible for the plot to just say 'get used to it' to the main character being sexualized by costume makers outside of her control, especially as a child.
"Not on my watch." I mumble, waving the wand. "Don't worry, she'll actually get more costume changes each time, like some other characters."
"Oh good."
Mineta, regrettably, still exists. You find the fandom manages to be even more violent in his removal.
The battle does even out the opinions on Midoriya, as well as lead to a boost in Iida's with his charming little attempt at thinking villainously.
And cements Bakugo as rather hated. No one has really liked him, when the first thing he did was blow up at Midoriya, then get revealed to have called him a cruel nickname all this time. And then specifically hunt him down because all he cares about it beating him up.
"Yeah he's not gonna get a lot of fans here huh."
"He sure never gets first place in the popularity poll." I agree. "Most consider him the subversion of the rival trope to show is just stupid and violent and in real life, people like that don't go anywhere."
"Most?"
I look away. "How dumb of a discourse do you think you could see today?"
"Oh please, show me." You lean in. "It's nice to not have to deal with it in my universe, so I don't care."
The discourse is such.
Bakugo is gay-coded for Midoriya, the violence is a result of him being shoved off for a girl's love interest when she should be single and independent, and the homophobic creator is vilifying all gay people by saying they are predatory to poor straight boys with refused.
"They............... What."
"If it makes you feel better, that's a very brief minority of the fandom. My favorite response to it was "he's not gay-coded, he's bully coded you sanctimonious sumph of a shmuck.""
"Oh good," you sigh. "I'm glad we don't have to deal with actual queerphobic tropes like that."
I stare at you.
"What?"
I sigh. "Nothing, put a pin in that until I bring up the predatory bi thing with Toga."
Your eyes widen, and you start to have some regrets.
"Anyway, we can talk shipping later. Time for more."
The 'exit sign Iida' gives him a boost in being shipped with Ochako, (as well as Yaoyorozu) and also the general idea that "Ochako has two hands."
That one hand can have a boyfriend with a lot of cash to spare for her and the other is also played with.
"I missed the main trio, like this." You smile as they walk off into the sunset after school.
"Yeah." I agree. "Anyway, time for some near death experiences."
The USJ marks the start of the gradual, gradual growth of Dadzawa fics. It also focuses far more on Ochako, Mina, Sero, and Iida having to think strategically to get around Kurogiri. It's only after Iida escapes that we cut back to a slightly abridged version of how Midoriya was doing, then the other kids, before help arrives.
He does still through his first non bone breaking punch though, which makes the audience happy.
All Might saves the day. Aizawa is battered afterwards. Many fans start out by saying they were disappointed, since this was supposed to be the first big fight, and the kids didn't do much. Many others say in response that's the point- we're looking at first years, they had to think and help each other, but in the end they had to rely on adults.
And then the sports festival is announced. They want to do well, because this is how they get work-week placements, which could become internship offers.
Ochako thinks about Hado Nejire, the only intern of a top ten hero, and senior at UA, along with a few others who are on the up and up. She's determined.
"Really? You're bringing in the big three early?" You ask, glancing at my wand.
It's not sparkling.
I cross my arms with a huff. "Look. Nejire is at this point the only intern in the top ten, she would have been recognizable to the students for that, even if they didn't recognize the big three (which really means that they aren't actually called the Big Three by everyone, or at least not a wide enough group for it to be as big a deal as it's treated. Anyway.) But she wasn't, even if she should have been the most famous of the bunch, considering the coverage the first years got in just their first night. That's because a certain someone doesn't actually think of his female characters much, but he has to in this universe, so."
"Ok, yeah, that's fair. So does that change the sports festival?"
"Not... Much." I admit.
âWhat?â
âWell, keep in mind in the first universe, our main character didnât make it past the second round in the one-on-oneâs. So sheâs not exactly guaranteed a win here either.â
You have to nod, admitting that is true.
âAnd the conflict isnât so much about having to live up to any predecessor or breaking down some peopleâs walls via breaking bones.â I tap my wand against my chin, thinking. âThere really is two- one about Midoriya, and one about Ochakoâs parents.â
âOh?â
âOne, thereâs been the Urarakaâs not happy about how much danger Ochakoâs been in. Its been hinted at in the phone calls, but really shows up when we get to see them at home before the SF for the first time since she moved for school. They arenât sure if she can stay there herself, or if the right thing to do would be to pull her out and maybe try a smaller school.â
âI suppose that's fair, if they haven't been able to actually see her or her progress.â
âRight. The second one is- well. in this, Izukuâs win of the first round, and then breaking out of brainwashing, is more about really piling on how good his mind is- all that brain power. This adds more pressure when we see Ochako being offered a plan from him to beat Bakugo.â
âOh that does sound neat.â
âYep- but of course, she still refuses. Itâs held up as a worse thing, strategically, initially- but then she comes up with a plan that Midoriya confirms in the stands is better than his, and proves to her parents that sheâs smart and skilled enough to handle continuing at the school.â
You smile. âThat is a cool arc to do, i guess, if very not traditional. But what about all the character setup and growth with Shinsou and Todoroki?â
âOh, Shinsouâs largely gets delegated all the way later for the joint training arc, where Ochakoâs team is directly against him. Todoroki...â I begin to giggle.
You wait for me to answer, getting more concerned the longer i laugh.
âPocket?â
âSorry, sorry, yeah. He actually tells her himself in this canon, a bit after stain. Oh! right, i forgot- the cheerleader incident.â
âOh no.â
âOh yes. of course they need this merch opportunity! But yes, it happens. The... shall we say, non-body-pillow portion of the fandom, generally saw it as the end of any goodwill to Kaminari, who had previously been seen as a tertiary possible love interest, since heâd flirted with her on the first day. Flirt, but harmless, and unlikely to be important. Then there was that breach of trust and international embarrassment, and anyway heâs basically the second least likely in 1a to be shipped with her now.â
âWow. So none of that changed?â
âWell, the setup wasnât under narration from Todoroki about how his mother was bought for her body and how much that sucked and impacted her and the family while on screen we see multiple girls tricked into barring their bodies and its treated as a laugh instead?â
You stare at me. âIâm not sure if thatâs better or worse.â
âNeither am I.â
âSo, the Todoroki reveal?â
âRight. So, first you need to know the Stain thing- the claims he has against âfalseâ heroes focusing on money is better spotlighted. After Stainâs arrest, Ochako hears a couple of sidekicks at Gunheadâs agency-â
âWait!â you interrupt. âShe still interned with Gunhead? Then what was the point of showing Nejire and Ryukyuu earlier?â
I try not to massage my forehead. âTo build up to it. She only made it to the first of the final round, she couldnât get an internship with a top tenner yet. Sheâs also got to learn how to disarm someone who fights with a knife. These things build up over more time, small steps.â
âAh.â Youâre satisfied, and let me continue.
âRight, so, Overhears a couple of them talking about Stainâs philosophy and ends up just feeling really bad about it for a bit, trying to figure out if sheâs actually being selfish or a bad hero for, you know, wanting her family to not be crushed due to capitalism.â
âPoor girl.â You shake your head in sympathy, the freeze. âOh. did not intend that pun.â
âItâs alright, i know what you mean. And yeah, she bottles it up for a bit, until the second day back at school. Then Iida reminds her that him bottling things up last week got several kids in mortal danger, and she begrudgingly admits that he has a point and tells them about what has been bugging her.â
âAnd they comfort her?â
âWell, Todoroki also offers to tell off Kaminari because at this point his mention of stain upset both her and iida, but yes, A lot of reassurances.â
You squint. âI feel like shippers.â
âYouâre learning! Yes, Todoroki is just a bit behind Iida in terms of popularity shipping with her. and she does basically get shipped A Lot with each girl in her class too, like imagine double to triple the amount with each girl now, and for the minor guys- but yeah. Thereâs a lottttt of ships. This was basically called âtodorokiâs introduction into ochakoâs haremâ in the fandom.â
Shipping. fandom just canât escape it.
âSo, then she learns about Todorokiâs past? oh, and what about Hosu? Does she- and everyone else- actually think Endeavor saved the three??â
I snort. âOh, no. Todorokiâs flat âyeah my father totally helped us, as you read on the official reportâ basically tipped the fandom off that something else had. But nothing confirmed either, you know? Filling in the hosu gap is another trope in fics that is pretty common.â
âNeat.â
âYep. But yeah Todoroki tells her his backstory a bit after his introduction into her âharemâ of friends. Itâs really played up more to caution Ochako- its alright for her to want to help her family, and to work for money to do that. But Rei accepted the marriage offer for money for her family too, and it ended up breaking her. Ochako has to accept a balance- she can work to help her family, and its good, but there are some things she cannot morally do to help them, and other things that she shouldnât do because she has to take care of her own health first.â
âOhhhh.â You hadnât quite expected that, but you sorta liked it, now that you thought about it.
I smile. âIt is pretty neat, yeah.â I glance at my watch. âLook, i hate to cut you off, but this post is gonna end up thrice the length of Mirioâs and i think tumblr might stop me, so weâre gonna have to do a two-parter.â
âThatâs fine.â You are gracious for what youâve gotten so far, and do have questions that youâre excited to see answered for the rest of the series. âItâs been fun.â
âIt has been.â I agree. âLets take a break, but you can ask me any questions too, before I return for part two.â
<part 2>
#other main characters meta series#seriously u may send questions i will try to adress in part two#but yeah wow that got long#see you in part two
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đBakugo + Rough & Tough Crushđ
Looking for the whole set? Take Part 2 right here!
Summary: So, youâre a rough and tumble hero trainee huh? You donât mind charging into a rightful battle headfirst? You have an incredibly gruff and inappropriate sense of humor? And you want to see if this boy can handle it! Well goddamn this is the scenario for you!
A/N: Not me using my daily internal dialogue for what Y/N says đđ(Also, Iâm thinking of just doing one character at a time for the one-off headcanons for quality purposes.)
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đĽKatsuki BakugođĽ
Letâs be honest here, Bakugo hated the living hell out of you at first
Your idealistic drive to be the strongest hero mirrored Dekuâs philosophies a lot. And we know how Bakugo felt about that at the time
Before any real combative things came up, Bakugo thought you spoke a lot of inspirational seminar bullshit. But, when the curriculum would get a little harder than you thought it would? Youâd wilt like a flower in a snowstorm
You did slightly below average on the physical assessment at the beginning of the year (which didnât help in getting Bakugo to respect you), but he could tell that you were physically durable. So, at least you werenât a complete liability in battle
On your end of the stick, you found Bakugo pretty amusing
While you liked a few things about him, like his stubborn one-track mind, and his nearly comical tsun tsun demeanor...He mostly gave you reasons to laugh at him
You swear itâs all in good spirits! But, your actions say otherwise when you profusely apologize to Midoriya for laughing when Bakugo threatened to blow his ass into next semester. And you were laughing at Bakugoâs short fuse, you promise!
Anyways, fast forward to the U.S.J. incident. The moment the first villains appeared, you shared a knowingly aggressive look with Kirishima (The guy you hit it off with since the beginning of the year)
The spark between your eyes practically yelled:Â âLike hell am I letting these bastards hurt my classmates.â
So there were you, Kirishima, and Bakugo, separated from the rest of 1-A in a random part of the U.S.J. that was a hazard from top to bottom. Ah, shit, other villains are there too
God, something about that underhanded villain tactic made your blood boil
When the three of you began fighting like rabid dogs, Bakugo caught a glimpse of the look in your eyes
While you were free of that âgood vibesâ spirit you met everything with, if you were afraid, you didnât show it. An uncanny fire lit up everything you threw at your opponents. A fire Bakugo was all too familiar with
It was like looking into a funhouse mirror. The qualities you had were similar to Bakugoâs, but you showcased them much differently
On top of that, you were kicking some major ass out there
You really said âDamsel in distress?? Is that an island or something??â đ
The number of villains you, Bakugo, and Kirishima took down were a pretty even split between the three of you. So, no one can say they didnât pull their weight
Even after the heat of the moment, Bakugo could hardly identify the feeling in the pit of his stomach at the memory of you (Itâs okay bby youâre just slightly turned on by y/n)
My guy just watched you rock his world with your sudden shift to a âtake no bullshitâ attitude. If he was gonna fall, he fell hard
And with the EQ this boy has, yâknow what he does??
He mistakes his newfound crush for wanting to be in constant competition with you
Bakugo literally couldnât accept that he simply admired the way you acted, and felt that you were another rival on his path to becoming the strongest hero
But, you couldnât help but notice a shift in Bakugoâs demeanor towards you
He stopped insulting you like you were beneath him, instead using taunts and (quite aggressive) banter to get you fired up. It was almost like he treated you as someone on his level. Someone that Bakugo wanted to improve and get better so he could do the same thing with you
When you would tease Bakugo for random or trivial things, heâd never blow up at you. Instead, he wanted to provoke you. In an irritated and grungy voice, heâd say âfight meâ.
You, being the scrappy little shit you are, would always reply with, âOh, word?â
âDo it. You wonât.â
Cue the Bakusquad having to pull you two apart because it was the middle of lunch period you guys literally cannot be doing this-
(After you and Bakugo start dating, play fights [that are also very real fights] are a fundamental part of your relationship)
At the point Bakugo starts caring for your needs, things get a little weird
You get a lot of water bottles thrown at the back of your head, followed by a distinct:Â âHYDRATE OR DIEDRATE YOU THIRSTY FUCK. IâM NOT BEATING A MALNOURISHED BITCH INTO THE DIRT TODAY.â
Even though you never really mean to, you return the favor after you go into defensive mode:Â âAND WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU HAD A LEGIT MEAL?â
âLUNCH FROM YESTERDAY.â
âEAT.â
While you and Bakugo still arenât romantically involved, physical affection isnât quite affection to anyone but you two
Punches on the arm, light smacks to the back of the head, flicks on random parts of the body. Really anything that provokes the other person to fight back
Mina and Sero were the ones to pick up on Bakugoâs big fat crush, even though the signs werenât that obvious
They saw how he subconsciously let out a smile (like the one he gave with Kota) whenever you did something awesome and (presumably) no one else was looking
They noticed that he got almost unreasonably aggressive when someone else would mention how cool you are. Responding with either a: âDamn right they are. And donât you forget it!!â or âYou could hardly dream of doing what they do. Train a little harder and grow a backbone, you might get close.â
It was almost akin to jealousy, considering how his brow would furrow a little more and his face would get the slightest bit red
Sero and Mina communicated their suspicions to Jirou, Kaminari, and Kirishima, and the overall agreement was that they needed to get you and Bakugo together
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please,,, even if you dont answer this publicly i wanna know your In Depth Thoughts on fanon klaus and the issues w him bc i also have issues w fanon klaus but i cant put it in words
This got SO LONG, so I hope you meant it when you said you wanted in depth! Holy shit I sorta lost my mind on this.
In my early days as a bear-poker in this fandom, I described fanon!Klaus as that person who gets resurrected in a horror movie and comes back different. As an audience member, I can tell he's wrong, but nobody interacting with him directly seems to know this. I've also talked a little bit about Klaus and intelligence before, which plays into any discussion about fanon!Klaus, but I'll be more specific here. Before I get started, I wanna say that fandom is a fun space and I don't think anyone is *bad* for creating/enjoying fanon!Klaus, especially not for the third reason I lay out. I just think he's awful, and has some harmful roots that I doubt the people writing him even know about on a conscious level.
Okay, let's get into this. Because I'm me and Wittgenstein's early work that he later disagreed with has changed my entire way of interacting with the world, I'm gonna define my terms. Let's talk about what fanon!Klaus is LIKE before we talk about why I REALLY DON'T LIKE HIM. Fanon!Klaus is a happy, stupid, sweet, childish, bubbly, luminous free spirit. He wears bubblegum pink skirts and he cries when Diego eats his cookies. He doesn't know what numbers are, he can't count, he can't walk and chew gum, he thinks that Africa is a country, he forgets that homophobia exists, he doesn't know that drugs are bad for him, the list goes on (These are all real examples. Can you tell what part of fanon annoys me the most?). He cries at the drop of a hat, and doesn't understand his place in the family. He'd move heaven and earth to help the people around him, and he'd never be mean to anyone but Luther (and even then just barely) He constantly needs attention, supervision, etc. He makes jokes about modern memes and listens exclusively to pop music. He's really damaged but it's only because nobody Took Care Of Him and he needs someone to Rescue Him.
Canon Klaus is mean, and quick, and sharp, and miserable, and hiding, and funny because you're laughing WITH him, and an old soul, and a goth, and chronically apathetic, and selfish, and so fucking smart, and acutely aware of just how much he matters to other people. He makes rape jokes, he figures out how to get info on the eye while high out of his mind, he speaks like 10 languages, he listens to Nina Simone, he uses people's inherent fear of the dead to buy himself time, he finds the perfect story within the dead to cause a rift, he tells Luther TO HIS FACE that he doesn't care if the world ends. Klaus is a fascinating study in queer trauma, and robbing him of these traits is a complete disservice to yourself AND the character.
I say this often about fanon!Klaus, but WHO IS THIS??? LikeâŚ. Okay, if I gave you this list and you didn't know it was about Klaus, would you think it was? I think he's literally unrecognizable. He's not any of the things I know or love about Klaus. He's nobody to me, except a nuisance wearing the same skin suit and clogging the tags. He is also, weirdly, the most popular character in the entire fandom. I wanna think about why, and I have 3 theories that I think can all be true separately or simultaneously instance to instance.
First, fanon!Klaus exists because of internalized homophobia, classism, and anti-addict rhetoric. I think that on some level people don't believe addicts, feminine queer men, or homeless people are capable of intelligence. I think people see Klaus's canonical positive traits and they sort of throw them out the window because they don't make sense with their world view. A queer addict is a helpless tragedy, and he's someone that needs rescuing by Kind Strong Dave. A queer addict can't be smart, because then he wouldn't be an addict. A queer addict can't be wily, or interesting, because then he wouldn't be an addict. Fandom sees a feminine queer mlm and knows he should be in a sparkly bubblegum pink skirt, and saying "dahling" or "wig" or whatever else all the time. They know he should be bashful and submissive and always falling into the arms of Kind Strong Dave who protects him from Evil. They also know he should really, really like Britney Spears, and not give a shit about Nina Simone.
Second, fanon!Klaus exists because people want to excuse negative behavior in their favorite characters. Klaus is selfish and mean and apathetic. He just is. These are flaws that haunt him, and define a lot of his interactions. These are, also, pretty tough flaws to excuse (which⌠HeyâŚ. I have a solution for that). I think that fanon Klaus, who just doesn't GET that he's being mean, and is too stupid not to become an addict (I don't think addiction is a flaw, but I do think that addiction plays into this), and is too out of touch and childish to understand that he shouldn't just fucking leave, comes from a place of wanting Klaus to be a good person who does good things. I'm sorry, but he isn't. Not always. I think the impulse to make him constantly sweet and constantly stupid comes from wanting Klaus's actions to be fundamentally excusable. He can't help it! He's just too much of a useless twink to know that it's bad to lie! (also, side note, fanon!Ben comes from this side of fanon!Klaus. In canon, Klaus is self destructing on purpose and Ben's presence helpsâŚ. Maybe, possibly, twice. In fanon, Klaus is just stupid and he needs a babysitter and that is Ben, the motiveless, endlessly loving but Exhausted braincell holder. This is fucked up on many levels. Ben is an asshole, and we all need to get used to that idea quick).
The third and final reason is that fanon!Klaus is⌠More fun, in the traditional sense of the word. Fanon!Klaus seems like he comes from a very emotional romcom or sitcom or something. He's like a barbie. He's fun to play dress-up with. He's fun to make incorrect quotes about. He's fun to write about, especially when it's about his siblings herding him or coddling him. Good ol' useless, loveable Klaus. I think this is partially because Klaus is a pretty fucking heavy character. He's a traumatized homeless queer drug addict, and that's sort of hard to make jokey fandom content about. Not impossible, I don't think, but not easy. This isn't to say that angsty fandom content isn't guilty of fanon!Klaus, though. It absolutely is. Often when Klaus willingly shares his feelings, or cries in front of someone, or asks for help for something more intense than tying him to a chair, it's fanon!Klaus. Hell, any time he GETS rescued it's teetering into that territory. He's still completely devoid of all of the grit and intrigue of canon, but he's fun to write about, and fun to project onto, and fun to rescue. He's also EASIER to write. People know that Klaus is a funny character, they know they laugh when he's on screen, but it is WAY harder to write a character you're laughing with than it is to write a character you're laughing at. It's WAY easier to write a character who moves your angst plot on by asking for help, or necessitating rescuing, than it is to work out how these things would happen without initiation. I get it, and in spite of the length of this, I don't think it's the end of the world.
I guess as I close this out, I would remind everyone that Klaus is smart, and mean, and over 30 years old. He's not a babe in the woods, or a damsel in distress, or a useless silly junkie twink. I promise that the real Klaus is worth the time and effort it takes to engage with him.
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Gin and Paleta
Pairing: Javier Pena x Reader
Summary: When a storm knocks out the power, you ask Javier to spend the night with you to ease your fear of the dark. A few drinks later, you admit more than you ever meant to.Â
Warnings: Drunk and emotional reader, a wee bit of angst at one part, anxiety because of the dark, Javier teasing you, mentions of prostitution
Word Count: 5400
A/N: This is my first time writing for Javier and Iâm a little nervous about it. Hopefully itâs alright!
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The wind outside howled with an intensity that you hadnât experienced in a long time. You clutched your hot tea to your chest, allowing it to warm you in the nice cool Bogota night as you watched the rain fall hard and heavy outside your window. Every now and again there was a flash of lightning that crackled across the sky that was followed by a loud rumble. The storm was right over you and the lightning had gotten closer and closer to the apartments the embassy had put you up in when you moved to Columbia.Â
It really was quite beautiful, this storm that raged across the city. It had been hot and muggy for days leading up to the storm but now the angry gray clouds that blocked out the stars and the pounding rain brought a blanket of coolness to offer refuge from the constant Columbian summer heat. Your favorite scented candle burned on the table, the smell mixing perfectly with the scent of wet earth, asphalt, and trees overtaking your apartment through the small crack in the window youâd left for exactly that purpose. The TV played mindlessly in the background to create further ambience.
Suddenly, there was a loud flash just outside your apartments that lit up the entire street, sparks flying everywhere out your window. You yelped in shock as the power surged and then cut out completely, leaving you in total darkness aside from the flame of your candle. At the same time, there was a deafening rumble and the whole apartment shook with thunder.Â
Your heart raced and you panted as you walked towards the window to see that the power was across the next few blocks. There was a downed wire in the next street down that still sparked occasionally in the rain. Car alarms went off in the street. Lightning must have struck the wires.Â
Then the darkness crept in. When you turned to face your apartment, the utter darkness and silence of every corner began to feel suffocating. You reached over to the table and held the candle up as your breathing struggled to stay level. On shaky legs, you made your way over to a set of drawers that held various boxes of matches and a few old lighters before searching the house for every candle and flashlight you could find. After about ten minutes, you had set up candles all across the main room of your apartment but it still wasnât much light. Small halos of warm yellow light illuminated only a few feet in diameter around each small flame.Â
For the final, and perhaps most paranoid move of all, you reached to grab your gun but stopped, fingers flexing and clenching into your palm as you tried to calm yourself down. âItâs just the dark,â you told yourself, breathing deeply, âJust the same things that are here in the day time. Stop being ridiculous.â
It was irrational to have your gun on you. What was gonna happen? The boogeyman was going to jump out of your closet and eat you? Maybe Escobarâs men would come and pick you, Steve, and Javier off now that it was dark. They did know where you all lived and they had already shown they had no problem flexing that fact when they killed Steveâs cat. That also was irrational and you knew it. They had better things to do and plot a whole assassination on three Americans during a power outage when God knows they had many other more menacing enemies.Â
And even so, every little creak from the storm that had previously been endearing now became footsteps of intruders or monsters. Here you were, someone literally trained to take down drug lords, who had been in their fair share of gun fights and seen first hand the horrors that men can do to one another, cowered in the couch trying to stave off a full blown panic attack as you sat alone in the dark.
Maybe you could hang out with Steve and Connie for the night, at least until the power returned, you considered. No⌠they had Olivia now and you were sure they had their hands full without worrying about a whole grown ass woman who was just scared of the dark. You werenât close with anyone else in the building except for Javier but that idea made you cringe. He would just make fun of you and you knew it. You already knew how dumb it sounded to be an adult who was scared of the dark. You really needed to just grow up and get over it. That was exactly what youâd resolved to do.Â
Twenty minutes passed before you gave in. Twenty minutes full of startled gasps when the wind blew some leaves off the tree and into your window, the car alarms were silenced, or the wood floors creaked beneath your feet. Against your initial judgement, you pressed yourself off the couch, scooped up the candle that youâd had placed on the table and made your way downstairs to Javierâs apartment.Â
You rubbed your arm nervously while you waited for him to answer the knocks, already foretelling all the shit he was about to give you. He opened the door and you noticed the single flashlight in his hand that seemed to be the only light in his entire abode. âY/N, you alright?â He asked, noticing right away the way you kept peeking over your shoulder with an anxiety that radiated off of you.Â
You nodded, âUh, yeah. Your powerâs out too?â The question was stupid and obvious and you both knew that. No shit the power was out. There wasnât a single light on in the entire building.Â
âYeah.â He answered simply but there was little intonation in his voice that was certainly mocking you in his typical lowkey asshole way. He leaned against the doorway coolly and if you hadnât been freaking out so badly, you would have stopped to admire. Maybe it was best that everything but his general outline was concealed in darkness. Youâd been pushing down a crush on your friend and partner for months now, knowing it was unprofessional and knowing that he would probably never think of you the same way even if it wasnât unprofessional. Coming to him like this made you feel like a damsel in distress and you werenât sure if you liked that analogy, especially considering that you were convinced nothing would ever come of it.Â
You rocked back and forth on your heels, âI was wondering if, um, maybe youâd be willing to hang out with me until the power comes back on?âÂ
A small smirk appeared on his face with a quirked eyebrow, âAre you scared of the dark, L/N?â He asked, using your last name as if to exaggerate the humor in the fact that a DEA agent whoâs been shot at before is scared of something as little as the dark, âHow old are you? Eight?âÂ
You rolled your eyes, cheeks burning red but playing it off with a chuckle. âShut up,â you whined, âLook, I know it sounds stupid but I can offer beer or gin and a few paleta that I need to eat before they melt now.âÂ
Javier looked you up and down in the low glow of the candle that was held between your hands, almost as if you were using it to keep your hands warm. He couldnât help the little endearing smile that crept on his lips. In all honesty, he didnât care much that you were afraid of the dark. He just loved to see the way you got flustered when he made fun of you. His jokes were never meant maliciously, especially when directed towards you, and he was glad you could take the jabs and even throw them back. It was one of the things that made him crazy about you.Â
After a moment, he nodded, âYeah, I can come hang out for a few. Just let me grab my keys.â He disappeared back into his apartment, flashlight illuminating his couch and table as he grabbed his keys from the kitchen counter. Soon, he was following you down the hall and up the stairs to your apartment.
You hadnât even locked the door in your hurried state to get down to Javier but you knew it wasnât going to be a long trip. He noticed the various candles burning around your apartment, lowly illuminating the small space.Â
âBeer or gin? I got water too if you want that though.â You offered, making your way to the kitchen to hold up your end of the bargain.Â
âUh, gin, please.â He walked in and made himself at home like he practically lived there. He had come over often to go over files sometimes over drinks and food late into the night. He was comfortable in your space and you were in his, with the exception of that hyperawareness of your every move when youâre around the person you like. There was a slightly electric feeling in the air for both of you but neither of you knew that the other felt it too.Â
You brought two glasses of gin, probably a little fuller than they should have been, in and handed one to Javier and one for yourself. The pair of you sat on your tan sofa and you quickly inspected the packaged popsicles in your hand, âI have cajeta and chamoy.âÂ
âDonât really care.â He shrugged, âsippingâ his gin. You looked between the two and picked your favorite, giving him the other one.Â
Two hours later, the pair of you were two paleta and three-quarters of a bottle of gin down (most of which you had drunk) and things had gotten personal. Topics had bounced from work stuff, to you teasing him about his well-known rendezvous with his informants, to childhood pets, and more. A silence had settled over the pair of you. Neither of you knew how late it was anymore, just that it was silent out save for the rain and the occasional gunshot. It had become evident early on that Javier held his alcohol better than you did but even he was slipping after this many glasses of hard liquor.Â
âDo you ever get tired of being alone?â You asked out of the blue, staring up at the ceiling.Â
Javier looked over at you, the way you tapped your nail against the side of the glass with too much focus. He couldnât tell if you were trying to avoid his gaze after the question or if you really were just that interested in the sound it made in your drunken state. Your partner just shrugged though and deflected the question, âGet a dog or something.âÂ
Your face twisted in an over exaggerated look of thought. âI thought about it but it makes me sad to-,â you hiccuped, âto think about a puppy being stuck inside all day while weâre out chasing Escobar. No yard or anything for them to run around in.âÂ
Javier nodded in understanding, âGuess youâre right. Wouldnât be a good life at all.âÂ
âSee, though, Javi,â You pointed sloppily at him with a lifted finger from your fifth - no sixth - glass of gin, âYou and I both know thatâs not what Iâm asking. But who am I kidding? Youâve always got all those little informants of yours hanging around. Youâre probably not too lonely.âÂ
Your partner sighed, used to Steve giving him crap about it but you didnât usually say much about it. âYeah, well we all have ways of dealing with the loneliness.â Seeing the prostitutes in town wasnât his proudest repeat offense and, if he was being honest with himself, he didnât just see them for the information they had on Escobar. Even for people who had commitment issues, like himself, being alone got really damn hard sometimes.Â
âItâs so unfair that they donât have male prostitutes like they have women. What about all the lonely and frustrated women of Bogota?â You complained, taking a sip to punctuate your sentence.Â
Javier couldnât help but laugh a little, âYouâre telling me youâd really go see a prostitute if there were men out there that did it?â Yeah, right, he thought.Â
You shook your head and sighed in defeat, âNo⌠I donât think I would. I think I actually want someone to love, yâknow?â You laughed at your own clicheness, âWhat about you, Javi? I know you have all your lady friends but have you ever loved someone?âÂ
If perhaps youâd been sober, maybe you would have noticed the way he sucked a guilty breath in and backstepped, maybe even might have apologized for prying into his personal life. In your drunk state, though, you had no qualms with your personal questions.Â
âI, uh, I did. Once.âÂ
âYeah? What happened?âÂ
He scratched his nose and hesitated. Another one of his less proud moments that he didnât like to share. The only person heâd told that wasnât family or a friend from back in Texas was Steve. Nevertheless, he swallowed hard and continued, the drinks even making him loose at this point, âWe were supposed to get married butâŚâ
âBut?â You pressed, the intoxication making you obnoxiously impatient.Â
He gave you a vaguely testing look before continuing, âBut I never made it to the wedding.âÂ
You gasped, leaning forward and setting your drink on the table, âYou left her at the altar?!âÂ
Javier flinched back at your sudden lurch towards him and looked at you with a slightly annoyed expression, âI know it was a shitty thing to do!â While he didnât appreciate the judgement because he already felt shitty enough about the whole incident, he knew it was more the gin than you to blame for your outburst. He leaned forward and pulled your half-full glass of gin back towards him, not to drink for himself, just to get out of your grasp. âWhat about you? You ever been in love?âÂ
You bit your lip, âI donât know. Iâve never really been in love before but thereâs this one guy that I know that I think I could be pretty close to it.âÂ
Javierâs chest tightened at the thought of you loving another man. He knew he had no right to your heart but that didnât stop the pang of jealousy at the thought. Part of him wanted to pry further, just so he could know you were safe (or maybe to fuel some twisted personal hatred for the man he didnât know). In typical angsty Javier fashion, though, he opted for the aloof, detached, and slightly annoyed response, âThen why are you complaining about being so lonely? Sounds like you have someone.âÂ
You pulled your knees into your chest and threw the blanket that was draped over the couch over your now balled up form. You shrugged, glancing up at Javier with a look he might have noticed was longing if he hadnât been looking anywhere but at you. âI donât think he likes me the way I like him. I think maybe thatâs why it feels so lonely. Knowing you could have someone but still being alone.âÂ
âIf you could have him then get him.â Javier Pena, always the blunt one, especially when his own feelings were in the mix.Â
You shook your head, âItâs not that simple.âÂ
Suddenly, Javier got a little nervous at your tone, âHe better not be one of Escobarâs fucking men.â The thought of you loving someone else made him jealous and angry but the thought of you loving a sicario made him lividly angry. There was no way you could possibly love a monster like that but it didnât stop the thought from crossing his mind.Â
Your mouth dropped in offense, âFuck, Javi, is that how low you think of me?â Your moods had been swinging all night thanks to the gin but you were pretty sure you still would have found the very suggestion just as offensive if youâd been sober.Â
âWhat- wait - no. Thatâs not what I think of you, I ju-âÂ
âWell, clearly it is or you wouldnât have suggested it.â You stood up off the couch, stepping away angrily but tripping over the low coffee table in the dark. Your slowed reflexes werenât enough to catch you and crashed to the floor, âShitâŚâ You groaned, rolling over and trying to push yourself up to a sitting position. Your hair hung messily over your face when you looked down at where your hand met the floor.Â
Javier jumped up and clumsily made his way to your side, âShit, Y/N, you alright?â He knelt down and placed a hand on your arm, offering his other one to help you stand. Sparks flew where his skin met yours but you convinced yourself that you were just feeling because of the alcohol.Â
You waved him off drunkenly and swiped your hair clumsily out of your face. Instead of sitting up, you leaned back and looked up at him, tears welling up in your eyes for who the hell knows why. Were you angry or offended or desperate or just a drunk mess? You couldnât tell anymore but you werenât used to losing your emotions like this and Javier wasnât used to seeing it either. He halted, uncomfortable at the way your eyes shone in the candlelight with your tears.Â
âIâm sorry. I shouldnât have even suggested that youâd be in love with a sicario. I really donât think youâd do anything like that.â Javier apologized, a rare occurrence for the man but, gosh, would he say anything if it meant that your tears would dry. Drunk or not, he couldnât stand knowing that made you cry.Â
You sniffled, wiping a crocodile tear from your cheek, âWhy the hell do we even sit here and make ourselves sad, Javi? Yâknow? I mean I sit here every night and pine over a guy who Iâve convinced myself wonât love me. Isnât that stupid? I convinced myself! How the hell would I even know? So instead of womaning up and actually finding out the truth, I just resign to the thought that thereâs no way he could love me. Isnât that pathetic? I should just learn to be like you. Confident. Women donât say no to you because⌠well how could they?âÂ
Javier shook his head and looked down, âNo,â He admitted quietly, âItâs not pathetic. Itâs different when youâre talking about love versus lust. I pay for twenty minutes with a poor girl who has to do it to survive. If anything, thatâs whatâs pathetic. Honestly, Iâm scared shitless when it comes to love.âÂ
He thought about your words and how much sense they actually made. The reason he hadnât told you about his feelings for you were partly because he thought youâd never feel the same way. He was convinced that his reputation as a womanizer asshole, that he had rightly earned prior to you moving to Bogota, had turned you off entirely. Besides, wouldnât he just mess it up? He thought he loved Lorraine but look how that turned out. The logical reason he told himself was the relationships amongst partners would be frowned upon but he knew that was a lie. Since when did Javier Pena follow the rules? The only thing holding him back really truly was himself. So why did it feel so impossible to come clean?Â
Javier shook the thought from his head. You were drunk and rambling. Even if he were to man up and confess his love for you, this was not the time to do it. Heâd be surprised if you remembered anything in the morning. Besides, you were on about some man you loved and he could only imagine who it was. Heâd seen your gaze linger a little longer on Carillo than was usual for a colleague. Perhaps that was who it was, the mystery man that you couldnât have. He was married, after all. It would be a logical road block.Â
Part of Javier wanted to probe your brain and know the truth. He couldnât tell if it was something that would make himself feel better or worse. It would put him out of his misery. Maybe if he heard it straight from your mouth that you didnât love him, he could finally get over you. It would take a while, certainly many drunken nights and a few visits to Freckles, but he could do it. But if he did know, he also knew himself well enough to know heâd harbor some silent resentment for whoever the man was for taking the girl he loved.Â
He shook his head at his thoughts when he saw the way you swayed a little, as if rocking on a boat despite being on solid ground, your eyes drifting shut while you struggled to stay sitting upright. You werenât in your right state of mind and to ask you such a personal question would be a total breach of trust and respect. Heâd be furious if he found out anybody else had done the same to you.Â
âCâmon, letâs get you in bed.â Javier swallowed hard before shifting to help pull you up by your arm.Â
Your body flopped loosely to your feet and you whined, âNoooo! We were just talking! Besides, youâre just gonna leave me in the dark and go back home.â You pouted, head lulling against his as the full blown weight of the alcohol hit you. Any composure youâd managed to maintain, which admittedly was very little, melted away into Javierâs chest as he hoisted you up and carried you bridal style to your bedroom.Â
He glanced down at your made up bed and laid down your body as gently as he could, though you did roll on your own accord more clumsily than he had hoped. Javier flinched when your hands shot up to grab his shoulders, âJavi! Donât leave me! Itâs dark and scary still.âÂ
He sighed, his hands settling on his hips once he managed to pry your hands off his shoulders, âJust let me grab you some water and youâll be fine.âÂ
âWhat if I wake up in the middle of the night and itâs still completely dark!âÂ
âI have a feeling you wonât be waking up for a while, hermosa.â He chuckled at the way your face was already half smashed into the pillow, your hair was laying over your cheek, and your eyes were closed shut, surely already halfway asleep.Â
You reached up blindly for whatever you could grab, your fingers sliding down his forearm before they managed to hook onto a few of his fingers, âPlease, Javi. I gave you popsicles and alcohol! The least you could do is stay the night and keep me company.âÂ
 Javier reached down and pulled the blanket that was folded at the end of your bed over your body. âIâll be right back.â With that he left your room, feeling his way to the kitchen to get you a glass of ice water before returning to find you curled up in the blanket with your eyes closed. A small smile grew on his face, astounded by how you could still be so beautiful even when you looked like such a mess. A few strands of hair had fallen over your face and Javier reached down to gently brush them away from your mouth and behind your ear.Â
You shifted a little, âYou can sleep here.â Your hand stretched out to feel the other half of your queen sized bed.Â
Finally, Javier decided to give in. âNo, Iâll just make up a bed on the couch.âÂ
âThereâs plenty oâ bed to share!â You giggled, thinking what you said was way funnier than it really was.Â
Javier shook his head, âYou're drunk, Y/N. I donât want you waking up in the morning to see me in your bed and you go getting the wrong idea.âÂ
âYou have no idea how many times Iâve wanted to wake up to see you in my bed.â You snuggled further into the pillow, your words barely above a murmur.Â
âWhat?â Javierâs whole body seized up and he couldnât look anywhere but you. He shook the thought away. There was no way you meant that. It was the gin and nothing more. He couldnât get his hopes up, âNevermind. You just close your eyes. Iâll be on the couch if you need anything.âÂ
You shook your head, âThis is why Iâm in love with you, Javi. Always the perfect gentleman, even when youâre an asshole sometimes.âÂ
Javierâs breath caught in his throat. He couldnât deny your words this time. This was different. There was a difference between this is why I love you and this is why Iâm in love with you. âIn love? With me?â He told himself he wouldnât pry earlier but the question came out before he could stop it.Â
âOh yeah... Iâve had a big olâ crush on you for a long time. I donât know what the hell love is but I think I might have it for you.â The wall that kept back your deepest thoughts came crashing down and your sentiments came flooding out like a semi-coherent tidal wave of admittal. âThis is why I didnât want to say anything because I know you donât like me like that. You got all these beautiful women at your beck and call and Iâm just boring old me whoâs scared of the dark, spends more time working than living, and couldnât dream of looking as beautiful as those ladies do.âÂ
Javier struggled to figure out what to say that wouldnât be crossing the line, âThereâs nothing boring about you, hermosa, and you are so much more beautiful than any other woman out there.âÂ
âBut you donât love me.â You insisted, cutting him off.Â
He chewed the inside of his cheek. This had to be the worst time to be talking about this. If he said he did now, you probably wouldnât remember it in the morning. Maybe youâd even write off your feelings as just drunken blubbering and heâd have to play along as if nothing had been meant. If he didnât say it now, would it lock it in your mind that he couldnât love you? âThatâs not true.â He mumbled the words quietly but sincerely. He looked down at your form that was halfway asleep by now and pat your shoulder comfortingly, âGo to sleep. We can finish talking about this when youâre sober.âÂ
By the time the words left his mouth, you were already snoring. With a heavy breath, he looked away from you and walked back into the living room. He kicked his shoes off by the table and laid down on the couch, getting comfortable beneath the blanket that youâd left there earlier. Your conversations ran through his head about a mile and minute and he couldnât slow them down. You actually loved him- nay, were in love with him. His feelings werenât one sided. He tossed and turned for a while, battling with himself on how to address this (or even if he wanted to). He wasnât so drunk that he had no control over what he said but he was just drunk enough to fuel a confidence that made him devise a plan to admit his feelings for you in the morning, even if sober him would most likely back out.Â
**
When morning rolled around, neither of you were in the mood for admitting feelings. It took several cups of stove brewed coffee before either you were even able to form any more than a groan. The sunlight killed your eyes, even through the grey clouds. Your head pounded and you felt nauseous for the first half of the day. Javier was just slow and a little grumpier than usual. The two of you ate some tortillas that youâd thrown on the stovetop for breakfast in relative silence.Â
The power was still out, the constant drizzle outside making it too dangerous for the power lines to be worked on. Thankfully, the sun cast enough light for you to not be freaking out anymore. Around eleven in the morning, you were finally feeling a little better and you looked up at Javier, who still had yet to leave your apartment. âThanks for staying last night. Sorry for getting wasted.â You laughed a little at your expense.Â
He sipped his coffee and rubbed his eyes, âOf course. Youâre a mess when you drink, you know that?âÂ
You buried your face in your hands, feeling your matted hair. Gosh, you needed a shower. âYeah, Iâve been told that before. Thatâs why I donât get that drunk very often.â You sipped your own coffee, reveling in the scent that a few hours ago made you feel sick to your stomach but now smelled like the best thing on this planet. âYou can take a shower if youâd like.âÂ
Javier gestured towards the front door, âIâll just take one when I get back to my place.âÂ
âOh right, you live here,â You groaned and chuckled at your stupidity, âSorry, my brain is still moving kinda slow.âÂ
He smiled down at his coffee, fingers playing with the handle of the orange mug. âI, uh, I wanted to ask you about something, actually.â He began, his confidence from the prior night failing him. Javier could be suave as hell when he was trying to pick someone up at a bar but with you, all he could get was radio static in his brain.Â
Your face twisted nervously, âOh gosh, did I say something totally stupid last night?â You were already mentally facepalming. There were about a million things that ran through your mind daily, even sober, that you would be humiliated if drunk you had let slip. Things that ranged from a stupid dream youâd had about strapping bombs to pigeons and flying them into Escobarâs fincas to your unrequited harbored love for Javier ran through your head and you desperately hoped you had dumbly mentioned the former of the two topics. You could handle being teased about pigeon bombs. You didnât want to lose Javier forever because you had your crush on him slip.Â
One of Javierâs hands moved to his thigh and ran up and down the rough fabric of his jeans. âNo, it wasnât stupid at all, actually.â His pause made you nervous, expecting only the worst. âYou said that you were in love with me.âÂ
Oh gosh. This was it. The moment you feared most.Â
âI did?â You asked like a deer caught in headlights. You could feel your face visibly pale as you stared at Javier with wide eyes. His eyes flicked from yours down to his coffee and you panicked, âIâm sorry. I didnât-âÂ
âI love you too.â He interrupted quickly and bluntly, knowing that if he waited any longer either youâd say it wasnât true or heâd back out and either way it resulted in him never getting the words out. This was his shot at happiness and he was going to take it.Â
Your mouth moved with failed words before finally sputtering out, âIâm sorry, what?âÂ
âI love you, Y/N. And Iâm sorry if you didnât mean it and I just ruined everything but you said last night that we sit around and make ourselves miserable by convincing ourselves that it could never happen and I just- I just figured Iâd try to find a way out of the misery.â Javier wasnât one for grand gestures or sappy heartfelt speeches but the confidence heâd had last night had returned to him for only a second to give you the closest heâd ever gotten to either.Â
His words seemed to snap you right out of your foggy hangover haze and you couldnât seem to take your eyes off him and the way his brown eyes seemed to bore into yours with a depth that made you almost scared to look away. âI-I love you too, Javi.âÂ
His eyes lightened up and his mustaches quirked upwards with his lips in a cautious smile, âReally?âÂ
You nodded, your voice breathy when you whispered out, âYeah. I just- I never thought you could love me.âÂ
âHermosa, I donât know how anyone couldnât.âÂ
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AND WEâRE BACK BABY! WHO IS READY FOR SOME ANGST?
Well you better be ready, because I packed this one full of it
The campfire crackled between them, fire lighting their faces and smoke rising into the night sky. Silence had fallen over their camp, and none dared to break it. Belladonna, the Black Cat turned Black Knight, held her knees to her chest, tail wrapped protectively around her body. Though she easily towered over her companions, now she felt so small and frail.
âI knew there was something wrong with Taurus,â Amitola spoke first. She could still remember the way Belladonna looked at him like he was the most beautiful thing in the world, and how he looked at her like she was nothing more than a valuable asset.
âAnd I should have known much sooner,â Belladonna replied, quietly.
Weiss, for her part, stayed quiet. Amitola wasnât sure if this was due to having her words taken from her, or out of respect for their conversation.
âHe lied to us,â she said, and red tinged her skin as her anger rose, âhe said the humans took you. That we should avenge your death.â
âOf course he did,â Belladonna sighed, though there was no disappointment in her voice, there was still sadness, âI shouldnât be surprised that he turned my defiance into more fuel for his revenge.â
âWhen I saw you I thought...I thought you had faked your own death to escape us, that you had left us,â that you had left me, she thought, but did not dare say it out loud, âwhen you had only left him.â
âCould you claim you would have been more accepting?â Belladonna asked, looking her in the eyes, âthat the court wouldnât have slain me the moment I spoke of my plan.â
And once more there was silence, tense and agonizing. Holding the Black Catâs gaze in that moment was like holding your breath, and there was only so long Amitola could keep that up.
âNo, I cannot,â she spoke, red shifting into blue, âeven now I doubt this plan will ever work.â
Belladonna let out a sad chuckle, âsometimes even I have my doubts.â
âWell, I donât!â Weiss declared, breaking her silence. Though Amitola could only shake her head, the Black Cat looked at her with something almost like hope in her eyes. âYou are a fae who has clad herself in iron, and refused to burn. You have done the impossible once, Lady Blake, I cannot see how you couldnât do it a second time.â
âI appreciate your confidence, my lady,â Belladonna thanked, âbut I have done nothing more than accept Lord Ozpinâs gift.â
âThen accept my gift as well,â Weiss insisted, taking the Black Catâs hand. Jealous greens and reds marred her at the sight, âI shall take my fatherâs seat at the council, and my sister shall take Ironwoodâs once she becomes the Witch of Winter. Together we can sway the council in our favor, we can reshape Atlas. We can build the bridge from our side too.â
Light returned to Belladonnaâs eyes and she smiled, âI didnât take you for the kind to have big dreams, Lady Weiss.â
âThis isnât a dream,â she countered, âitâs a plan, and my plans donât fail!â
Amitola couldnât help herself. âHavenât your plans for the festival failed miserably?â
âThings have certainly not gone the way I expected, but I must sayâŚâ Weiss took her hands away from Belladonnaâs and looked directly at Amitola, with a smirk on her face that set her skin into a riot of colors, âI much prefer it this way.â
Her body seemed to decide that yellows and pinks were the colors of choice for the moment, as much as the fae herself found it profoundly disagreeable, forcefully changing it back to its natural colors.
âThis still doesnât speak well for your planning skills, Schnee,â Amitola argued, âand here I thought your whole family knew how to scheme from birth.â
âActually, we have a scheming tutor,â Weiss played along, âthough I canât say I paid much attention to mine.â
âI take it you were too busy daydreaming about sword fighting and rescuing damsels in distress to pay attention to your classes,â Amitola joked, finally getting her revenge by making the human blush for once.
âYou areâŚnot incorrect,â Weiss answered quietly.
This whole time none of them seem to notice the bright smile on Belladonnaâs face. Genuine and full of joy, only growing as they continued to playfully argue. It was only when laughter escaped her lips that her cheer was brought to their attention.
âAre you well, Lady Blake?â Weiss asked, a little worried by the sudden display of mirth from the fae.
âIâm more than well,â she answered, another chuckle escaping her, âyou two just reminded me of why I chose this path in the first place.â
Weiss looked oh so very pleased with herself, smiling back at the Black Cat. Amitola on the other hand was utterly disgusted at the implication, and at how happy it made the Schnee. She forced her skin to shift a sickly green, before faking a gag.
âDonât be rude!â Weiss complained, nudging her with her elbow.
âBite me, Schnee!â
Belladonna could only laugh at those two, comfortably leaning back and watching them go at each other once again, her tail swaying contently behind her. To see a Schnee and an unseelie play around like this, it made her mission feel just a little bit more possible, and the slightest hint more rewarding.
It was unfortunate then that Amitola did not quite see the value in Belladonnaâs pursuit.
In the days that followed Amitola continued to fulfil her roles in Fennec and Corsacâs plan. It started simple, spying on the human nobility, taking on different faces so she could listen to their never ending gossip.
Then came the rumors, spread through words she spoke in the wind, or through faces that werenât her own. Small things, little twists on the truth, small lies here and there to rile up the nobility. Soon fear would spread among them, the fear that there was a spy in their ranks, that one of the kingdoms was conspiring against the others, during a celebration of peace no less.
Amitola did not delude herself, she knew this wouldnât be enough to spark a war between the nations, this was simply the first step, gathering wood so someone else may light the pyre of war. But once the fire was lit, she had made sure that it had enough fuel to keep on burning until Atlas was consumed whole.
And the Schnees along with it.
Not a month ago she wouldâve been filled with pride at having a hand in the destruction of that damned family, and their accursed kingdom with it. Now it was difficult to find any joy in this. When every night she returned to that same smile from across the campfire, the smell of the meal she had prepared for them, the sound of that playful voice. It stripped her heart of any joy it could find, and in its place left only the terrible weight of guilt.
She knew peace wasnât an option, that Belladonna had deluded herself, and that this could only end in war. This was her only option. If this could only end with one side destroying the other, then she had to make sure her side was the one to survive.
She had to do this. They had to burn so her people wouldnât have to.
Even when Penny stumbled onto her again and again, every time offering little apologies riddled with that sweet giggle of hers.
They had to burn.
Even when the Branwen sisters sang and recited beautiful poetry about their home, their family, the people they love.
They had to burn.
Even when she saw that sparkle in Belladonnaâs eye whenever she talked about the future and all the amazing things theyâd achieve together.
They had to burn.
Even when Weiss smiled so sweetly. When she snarked and bantered with Amitola over something silly. When she gave Amitola space, because she knew when to back down. When she laughed. When they sparred. When she looked at her, her real self, as if she had never seen something quite so beautiful.
They had to burn.
But Amitola didnât want to be the one to light that torch.
Days passed, and the tournament grew ever nearer, with now only two nights between them and the great event they had been waiting for. It was half heartedly then that Amitola continued her job, that she continued to don the faces of strangers and speak words she did not care to remember.
It was perhaps of this indisposition that she did not catch the pair of eyes that followed her as she left the tents of the vacuan emissaries.
âLady Ilia,â called the last voice she wished to hear.
Amitola did her best to pretend not to hear it. She turned to leave, but there she was.
âIâve been looking for you all evening,â Weiss informed her, âwhere have you been?â
âNone of your business, Schn--Gigas,â Amitola snapped.
There was some annoyance in her expression, but she put it away and did not push. Curse her for being so understanding.
âHow did you find me anyways?â Amitola continued, trying her best to stay angry at her companion.
âMostly luck, but with some unwitting help from Lord Marigold,â Weiss answered, causing the faeâs eyes to go wide in attention, âhe was attempting to spy on you for some gods forsaken reason, but I sent him scurrying away before he got the chance.â
Oh no.
How much had Marigold seen? How long had he been following her? Damn it all, if he saw something she couldnât risk letting him tell anyone. But silencing him would requireâŚ
âHey, itâs gonna be okay. He didnât see anything,â Weiss assured, offering Amitolla her arm, âhow about I walk you back to camp?â
Or maybe she could ignore the little lordling for now. Itâs not like anyone with any real power actually believes a single word he says. Oh, curse the Schnee again for having this effect on her.
âI...wouldnât be opposed,â she sighed, resigning herself to a fate of wanting to spend time with a Schnee and genuinely enjoying it.
And so they crossed the festival grounds, arm in arm in a way that Amitola vehemently refused to acknowledge. Part of her worried that people were watching them, making assumptions as to the nature of their relationship, but it was clear the festival goers could not care less about a single minor noble and her little knight.
Weiss on the other hand was trying her best to not look profoundly pleased by this turn of events. She was failing miserably, of course, but it was clear that she was trying. Another curse, this time for being so endeering in her awkwardness.
âYou know, I meant what I said,â Weiss spoke, quietly, so only the fae could hear it, âthe festival hasnât gone the way I expected it, but I think Iâm much happier with how things turned out.â
Amitola did not answer. It was hard to, when it felt like Weiss had just impaled her heart.
âAs a kid I always wanted to come to the festival. I wanted to be a knight like my sister, and compete in the Vytal tournament,â she continued, unaware of the pain in her companionâs heart, âthis is my first festival, and Iâm glad I get to enjoy it with you.â
They had to burn.
âThis is my first festival too,â she informed, voice naturally even, as she did all she could to hide the turmoil building inside her, âmy parents used to show me the tents when I was a kid, and they told me that someday, when I had mastered my glamours, I would get to walk among the humans and enjoy the celebrations with you.â
âThey must be happy for you then,â Weiss offered with a smile, but she was wrong.
They had to burn.
âIâm certain that they would be.â
There was a question stuck between Weissâs lips, something she wasnât sure she wanted the answer to, so instead she stayed silent. Thankfully they had reached their camp and Amitola finally had an excuse to escape the Schneeâs terrifyingly comforting touch.
âWhere is Blake?â Amitola asked, trying to escape the topic.
âShe plans to spend the night with Lady Yang,â Weiss answered, âI believe she wishes to tell her about her nature.â
âOf course,â was her only reply, now wishing for nothing more than sweet silence.
For a while Weiss obliged, focusing all her attention on making them both supper. Allowing Amitola to enjoy some momentary peace, even if her mind and heart denied her any. It was unfortunate then, that even this flawed blessing was also a fleeting one.
âThatâs why you hate my family, isnât it?â Weiss asked, though she already knew the answer, âweâve hurt you and your family.â
âAlways so clever, Schnee,â Amitola mocked, half heartedly, âyes, your family is the reason why my parents and my entire village are gone.â
Shock and horror spread through Weissâs face, âI did not know.â
They had to burn.
âOf course you didnât, you were probably just a little girl back then,â Amitola offered, âI was barely old enough to understand what was happening.â
She only noticed she was crying when she saw the stains from the teardrops on her dress. It had been so long and yet that memory still wracked her with such terrible sadness. Even back with Taurus, when he insisted that she allowed that tragedy to fuel her rage, she could not find any anger in her, only sadness. Anger and hate were things she had to learn.
âYour familyâs men had pushed my village further down river, so they could open up a new iron mine,â she told her through the tears, âfor a while we thought that would be it, that if we just lived our lives away from your people, that maybe weâd be allowed to live on,â a sad chuckle escaped her, âbut things just couldnât be that easy. One day that mine flooded, and the iron your father had mined now poisoned our river, and my village burned.â
âIâm sorry,â Weiss whispered, tears streaking down her face as well, âIâm so sorry.â
They...had to burn.
âI know.â
Amitola couldnât look at Weiss right now, she couldnât bear to see the genuine sadness and worry in it, so she looked away. So she was surprised when she felt Weissâs arms wrap around her in the terrible comfort of a hug.
âI--I promise I wonât let anything like this happen again. I swear it, Iâll do everything within my power to keep this tragedy from repeating itself,â Weiss swore once more. Yet another on the long list of oaths she has made to Amitola.
And yet, this time, she believed her. She genuinely and truly believed every word Weiss said. She was a human, a Schnee, and Amitola couldnât help but trust her implicitly. But that wasnât the worst part - no - the worst part was the revelation that came next.
âThey would have loved you, you know?â Amitola said, voice cracking with every word, âmy parents. They wouldâve been truly happy that I met you.â
Weiss pulled away, just enough to look into the faeâs eyes. Perhaps it was all the tears clouding her vision, but to her the Schneeâs expression was unreadable.
âI would have been honored to meet them.â
They...
She couldnât do it. She couldnât keep tearing herself apart, she couldnât keep doing this.
âCurse you, Weiss,â Amitola whispered, âwhy must you be kind? Why canât you be the monster I always thought youâd be?â
Weiss wiped away her tears, looking at her now with clear confusion, âwhat?â
âThings would be so much easier if you were some hateful monster. It would be so much easier if I didnât care,â Amitola accused as she shoved her away, âbut you had to be so trusting, you just had to be lovely, did you not? You had to make this hurt.â
âIlia, I donât understand.â
âI betrayed you, you fool!â Amitola shouted, âIâve been spying for the fae for days now, and you just let me, because you were enough of an idiot to trust me!â
Weiss tried to stand up, but roots and vines had grown around her legs while she was distracted.
âIlia!â She called, desperately trying to get rid of damned plants.
âCurse you, Weiss Schnee,â she repeated, more softly, with every hope that Weiss wouldnât hear, âcurse you for making me love you.â
She left for the woods before she could hear her answer.
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