#Cheery Mei

[dreamin-gacha]

Roselily Academy (School Kids)

A private school within this world. It seems to be up in the sky. Ren is wearing a gender neutral school uniform and their badge shows that they’re on the gymnastics team. This land is very similar to Ren’s own for some reason.

Cheery Mei (4 Star/Dark Unit)

-She's very positive and enthusiastic. She tries to cheer everybody up.

-She likes Ren because they have similar personalities.

-Ren likes her because she's fun to hang around with. Even gives her pointers on Cheerleading.

-She’s a gyaru

President Naomi (5 Star/Wind Unit)

-She's very stern and rule abiding. She'll protect the students no matter what, even Ren.

-She's not really found of Ren due to their uncaring and nonchalant nature but she still protects them.

-Ren doesn't like her cause she finds her too strict and uptight but thinks she's cool by the end.

-Naomi starts getting worried about the others, Mei tries to make things better.

Swimmer Aoi (5 Star/Water Unit)

-Incredibly shy and Incredibly anixous. Naomi has to calm her down.

-She likes Ren due to their calm and easy going nature.

-Ren likes her cause she reminds them of a bunny.

-Aoi asks if they’ve seen Kuku, both Naomi and Mei say no. They haven’t seen her in 5 days. Aoi tells them she last saw her when Kuku told her that she was going to confess to Kugari.

Baller Kugari (3 Star/Wind Unit)

-Very unaware at first but cares for friends. (Later revealed that he tries to stay calm as a way to not cause panic, especially with Aoi.)

-Kuagri sees Ren like a little sibling.

-Ren sees them as a big brother.

-Aoi questions Kugari about Kuku’s confession. He’s very vague about it until he tells Aoi that he ran away when she confessed.

- Aoi calls yells at him, Naomi says he was acting like a coward, Mei makes fun of him, and Ren says that, that’s kinda depressing. Ellie wonders how Kuku acted towards it.

Kuku (5 Star/Fire)

-Got corrupted due to Kuagri running away from her when she confessed.

-“What did I do wrong!? Why don’t you love me back!? Am I not pretty enough.

-Very emotional. She's upset, she's angry, she's depressed.

-Kugari does the right thing and apologies for not being more direct and being a coward. He rejects her properly and Kuku learns to accept that.

Quick Redesigns I did of them in gacha life 2

[lailatheweirdkid]

More gachastuck au bc I love treat my au like it's my baby. President Naomi as maid of time, aoi as Rogue of Breath. Kuku as Rogue of Heart. kugari as Knight of wind. Cheery as maid of hope.

[almondmilkcleanser]

SMUT PROMPT ↷ "you're my nasty girl, aren't you?"

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♤;SYNOPSIS ↷ the time of keeping up appearances were nearing a close. sebastian was at his limits with you, and now it was time for you to practice your methods of deceit.

♤;ABOUT WHO? ↷ sebastian michaelis x fem!reader

♤;CONTENT WARNING ↷ minors DNI.

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Sebastian couldn’t help himself anymore. How could you do this to him? Walking around the manor without a care in the world. Your cheery disposition inherently masking what he knew underneath. The core of your very being. Like an apple freshly bitten into, its juices coating your hand down to your forearm. He wanted to, no, needed to have a bite of you again.

And you knew this. You tortured him on purpose. You felt like he didn’t fuck you hard enough, he didn't make you cum and lose your fucking mind like he normally did after a long day catering to the brat. And so now, you would punish him. By fucking your own self silly.

Leaving your door slightly cracked on purpose, your bedroom light would peer through the crack just enough to reveal yourself selfishly massaging your clit and squeezing your breasts to the thoughts of Sebastian on top of you, pounding away at you, moaning in your ear and filling Your begging pussy with his seed.

Night after night you would perform, and night after night you could feel a presence outside of your door, looking in. Observing. Waiting to strike. And in the day, when you knew you’d be stationed near him, you would purposely dab your neck with your essence. It drove him fucking insane. The second you would pass by him, he would clear his throat, adjust his shirt collar, and go the opposite way.

Eventually he'll break. But until eventually comes, the mouse will play.

Ciel was keeping everyone busy around the manor till the evening sun landed across the horizon, and today was no different. From the little bit of information you were able to gather from maid gossip, someone important was coming. Family maybe? Or the queen? You couldn't really figure it out. Nor did you really care. Between Mei Rin, Mr. Tanaka, Finny and Baldroy... did the manor really need more company?

You carried the laundry down the hall, humming a cheerful tune to yourself. You saw neither Ciel or Sebastian today which was a silent relief for you. Not only did you manage to squeeze in a morning orgasm, you could take your time in the laundry, possibly all day if you were smart about it. Nobody ventured that far to the laundry room. If you were stationed there nobody would expect to see you again till supper. Which was perfectly fine for you. At the least, you wouldn't feel embarassed about skipping out on wearing bloomers.

You dropped the large basket to your feet and readied the water to begin cleaning the linen. The room was already steamy, leaving you no choice but to toss your apron and hike up your dress.

You cinched one side and pulled it just below your garter, giving your maid outfit a dramatic transition from conservative to sultry in seconds. Your boots clicked across the moistened cobblestone, gathering inventory of what you need to bring tot he center of the room. The steam was getting to you second by second, so much that you needed to fix your hair out of your face and off your neck.

"My word." you sighed, fanning yourself. "Was it always this hot in here?" Your eyes scanned the room for the source until-

"No bloody wonder. Someone has the boiler turnt incredibly high." With a suck of your teeth and a stomp of your feet, you gripped the boiler handle and pulled it down to a more comfortable setting. You grinned in accomplishment as you cleaned your hands of the handle's dust and grime.

Returning back to your designated station, you looked around for any disturbances. Everything seemed to be normal for the most part. Well... As normal as a Phantomhive mansion has been since you've been there.

You rolled up your sleeves, bent over the washing station and got to work. You finished the linens and the whites with zest, silently satisfied with your efforts this morning. Maybe I should pleasure myself more. My productivity is to the roof! 

You wiped your forehead free of sweat. Your back and arms were starting to tense up, but you didn't want to stop. Because if you finished early, you could sneak to the kitchen and find a spare bowl of sweets Baldroy made excess of and hideaway until it was suppertime.  With that idea in mind, you reached down and poured in an odorless powder that's known for lightening the whites. 

You stood for a moment, turned your back to the clothes, and stretched your arms high into the air. The only noises around you were the sounds of water splashing in the neighboring basins, the chirping birds outside and the occasional neigh of the Master's horses. You couldn't wait to take your break right after-

"Huh?! Oh no. No no no no!" Your eyes bulged out of your head the second you turned around. The lightening powder was actually red! All of Ciel's finest whites were now stained a blood red.

"Such a disappointing sight, isn't it?" even with a bemused smirk on his face, his hardened eyes remained focused on you. With Ciel's clothes clutched in your trembling hands, you turned around with a flustered yet annoyed glare.

"Why did you do this! I'm going to get into so much trouble with the Master!" 

"Trouble?" that tickled him. "The only trouble you should worry about is your attire." what? "The Phantomhive workers, especially the women, don't parade around here like mistresses of the night." Sebastian began to walk forward, his steady pace quickened, leaving you little opportunity to move to the side. Before you knew it, he was inches away from you. You could see the embers in his eyes flickering a lustful gleam underneath his everyday calm yet cold demeanor.

"Its such a shame, considering I Trained You. Do you not remember those days? Or better yet-" Sebastian pinned you at the edge of the wash basin, your upper back bending over the edge of the basin until your torso was nearly hovering over the scalding hot red water.

"Don't you remember those nights? How I would spend hours on hours teaching you the ways of the Phantomhive? Just for you to-" his hand snaked up the slit of your dress. With that same gloved finger, he traced your inner thigh upwards, his breath hitching the higher and higher it went. For someone as slim as Sebastian, he was strong. He was firm. He was.

"Just as I thought." he surmised. He pushed the fabric of your dress to the side, exposing your cunt for anyone to see if they strolled inside of the washroom. "Over all the washing detergent and imported bleach, I know your scent anywhere." without announcement, he outlined the slit of your plump lips. As he did so, he looked back up at you, a playful raise of an eyebrow on his face. You were wet, you knew this, and to feel him analyzing the viscosity with his finger made you squirm underneath him.

"Aren't you going to stop me?"

"Why would I?" his face softened. Was he disappointed?

"Its no fun chasing a mouse that just lays there to be eaten." again with his riddles.

"Well," you took a breath, feeling his fingers slip inside of you with no further movement. The pressure made you flinch, but you adjusted to his length with a moan. "What if i'm tired of playing and just want to be consumed?"

He enjoyed your form of wordplay. "Consumed you say?" he pushed further in. "And what makes you think I'm so hungry for you?" he leaned down to your neck, sending kisses up and down your neck as he pushed further inside of you. He groaned in your ear. He missed how wet you would get for him. Silently being taunted wasn't enough anymore. He needed to feel you.

"Its not like a Phantomhive to leave their guests unsatisfied, remember?" the fanged smile on his face got wider and wider as he heard your question. 

"My my, Y/N, I must say." he pushed the clothes out of your hand, turned you around, and lifted your dress over your hips to expose your rear to him. "As a butler of the Phantomhive manor, I'm impressed. But as your lover, I'm Devilishly ravished." he spread your lips open, admiring the sticky stream of fluids connecting your lips together. With his tongue extended wide, he flicked his tongue back and forth on your clit, purposely making more noise than normal as he suckled and slurped on your throbbing button. You gripped on the edge of the basin, nipples hardening underneath your blouse as he continued on.

His licks were sloppy, hungry, meaningful, and wanting. He had to wait so long for you. To taste you. To hear your voice cry his name. To see you as a bashful mess underneath you. He couldn't wait any longer! He used two fingers and stuffed you just how you likeed it, pumping in and out as he latched onto your clit. Your pussy made squishing and sloshing noises that indicated you were more than ready for entry, but Sebastian never let up. He kissed your pussy, sucked your clit, and swallowed every drop of your essence down his throat with zest. 

Deciding to up the ante, he motioned his crooked fingers up and down inside of you, making your pussy slosh your fluids over his face and down your legs. Your cries became uncontrollable, hips bucking back and forth as his pace continued on at a consistent pace. One final buck, and his mission was accomplished. You squirted all over his hand, sending streams of fluid down both of your thighs and down his wrist. 

He kissed one of your buttcheeks, giving it a firm slap and grab. "You're still as alluring as ever." he unleashed his beast out of his trousers, rubbing it to full mast. He rubbed the precum over the tip of hs dick and pushed you forward once more. 

"I'm going to enjoy you now." reaching to the front, he roughly pulled your blouse, ripping the fabric to expose your beautiful breasts, he grabbed a cup full as he pushed inside of you. His jaw clenched, brows furrrowing as he familiarized himself with his own personal paradise.

"How can you be so tight?" he groaned. You knew the obvious answer, but his dick felt too good for logic to take its course. He squeezed your breasts again and began to pump. At first, his pacing was even, careful, calculated and slow. But after a few moans and a grip of his wrist, he knew it was time.

"How does the lady want it?" he growled, pushing further and further inside of you. Your pussy clenched onto him, making him clear his throat to restrain from letting out another moan. The mix between your warmth, your wetness, and your cries made it hard for him to focus. His eyes wanted to roll back so badly, but he kept his composure.

"How you give it best, Sebastian." You moaned lowly. By then he began to slam his hips into you. His hot dick thrashed back and forth inside of you, reclaiming your walls as his wonderland. He reached his same hand that gripped your breasts up to your neck, arching you back to his chest.

"Open." he demanded. You opened your mouth just enough for him to stick his tongue inside, roughly kissing you as he continued to drill inside of you. With your lips still together, you moaned in his mouth and bit his lip. With a smile, he let you bite as hard as you could before letting the kiss go. And in return, he pried his fangs and bit onto your neck, prying down just enough so he wouldn't draw blood but enough to have goosepimples scatter across your body.

The sounds of his hips slamming into your ass and your animalistic moans became the melody of the washroom. You tilted your headback so he had a firm grip of your neck as his dick playfully grazed your gspot. 

"I'm close, Sebastian~" you cried out, arms buckling from the pressure. The sensation was building in your pelvic area. You were about to orgasm again. With a smile, he quickly pulled out and repositioned himself so that you were facing him and your legs were wrapped around his waist.

"Wrap your arms around my neck." he hoisted you up to slide you down the length of his engorged member. With little to no effort, he bounced you up and down, drilling into you like he was going away for even longer this time. 

"Sebastian! Shit!" 

"Say it again." he bounced you up and down harder, making you feel all of him.

"Sebastian!" your breasts pressed against his chest as he took full control. Your face twisted and contorted at the rapid waves of pleasure overcoming your body. You whined, you moaned, you cursed, and you screamed, but you never wanted him to stop. You missed his dick just too much.

"Again." he brought you up, all the way up, so that only the tip of his dick was inside of you. And, in an instant, he dropped you back down. Lather, rinse, repeat, you were on a seesaw of lust you just didn't want to get off of.

"Dammit! Sebastian! Yes!" you cried out, whimpers escaping your perfect lips. "Yes. God, yes!"

Sebastian chuckled, pushing you down one final time before his seed shot inside of you. As he slid you up, he held you in midair, purposely allowing his seed to drip out of you and onto his polished shoes.

"You and I can both agree that there was no God here, correct?" he playfully winked at you, planting his lips on yours. He hoisted you up bridal style and smiled back down at you.

"Lets get you cleaned up." as you looked up at him, his warm smile was overshadowed by his burning demonic glare.

"I haven't even shown you what I wanted to do to you for teasing me so much the other night."

END

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Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru

The Cursed Trio | Living Waters

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Usually, you wouldn't mind time going fast. The faster it went, the closer to a break you got. But those two...when you were with those two, you begged the clock's hands to slow down. Swearing to give it anything it wanted, in return for just a few mere minutes. It didn't have to hours nor days nor months, not even years--- just a few minutes is all you asked for. Was that too much to ask?

You would never admit to them, especially not Gojo. But you've actually started to enjoy hanging out with them. They didn't even have to do anything, just being in their presence proved to be enough to scare away the aching loneliness that seemed to continuously plague you.

Back then, it never got this bad. Then again, you were easily able to speak to others. And while, the aid of Haibara and Geto have gotten you close to some kind of fluency, you still felt insecure enough to not speak publicly.

Not to say, you're silent as a lamb. (Iykyk) On the contrary, they've never seen you so talkative (not as in, you're being a chatterbox. It's just that back then you would utter out like a sentence or two depending on the person. The only time you spoke more than that was when you were cursing out Gojo in your native tongue. Now that I think about it, maybe that's why he annoyed you so much. That way he could hear you more. Huh.)

First year was turning out to be quite the breeze for all of you --- albeit, training sucked sometimes. To be more specific, training with Gojo was annoying. Not because you couldn't take it, more of a --- he just wouldn't stop talking!

It's like that's all he was born to do. Talk and talk and talk.

In spite of that, the silver fiend did have moments where his words would bubble out laughter out of you. He'd say something so out of pocket that you just couldn't stop yourself from laughing much to Geto's disapproval. (That's another thing you both have in common, you're both the literal incarnations of out of pocket shit. The both of you say things that would make the fucking Joker from Batman blush)

After training, you'd throw yourself besides Geto. Not too close, not too far. Just close enough to feel his warmth, and you'll just lay there for a moment. Taking in the sight of the blue sky and the dancing leaves...until Gojo proceeds to throw himself on you as always. The fucking bastard...

Eventually, he'd get off of you. Thanking you for being such a good cushion, to which you'll flip him off as you skip over to Geto, whom you've developed the habit of keeping a hold of at the ends of his uniform. It started out when they took you to one of Japan's major festivals, you don't remember which one, but what you do recall was the amount of anxiety you felt as you tried to transverse the crowds. Desperately trying to keep an eye on both their heads --- you were only so tall!

Next thing you know, you did it out of desperation. Not wanting to lose them again.

You'll never forget Geto's surprised expression that soon shifted into a genuinely sweet smile, one as soft as a cheery blossom petal. (Haibara actually took you to see these. This is where he told you to call him by his name)

Gojo likened you to a lost puppy, contrary to Ieiri's belief of you acting more of a cat (the others agreed you were more like a cat cuz I like cats better than dogs)

Speaking of Ieiri, both of you loved to go out shopping. She'd invite other girls from other schools to introduce, that's how you met Mei Mei and Utahime.

Surprisingly, you and Mei Mei seemed to get along. Mainly because your sense of fashion was incredibly similar. Elegant and timeless has always been the way to go. Also, you like money, she likes money --- what more could you ask for?

Also she spoke your language (she does business overseas to increase her profits so she makes it a habit to learn as many languages as she can. The more she knows the more opportunities she gets)

In a way, you understand her way of thinking. In spite of that, you disagreed with all of it. Good thing you knew when to keep your mouth shut, you had a feeling she'd be a lovely ally in the distant future.

As for Utahime, how could you not get along with her? The two of you fawn over cute animal cafes. She once took you to this Capybara one, as a treat for being such a good Kouhai, and you were over the moon. Mainly because you've never seen one and now you were feeding one!

This is actually the moment where Gojo crashed your hang out, stealing you away for serious big-boy business. You protested the entire way, shouting at Ieiri to give the other women your phone number just in case before letting yourself be whisked away by the toothpick

You glared at him, "Where's the rest of you?"

Cue in Geto greeting you with a bag of your favorite treats to make up for Gojo kidnapping you. Worked like a charm.

"Pig." "Shut up, Tampon." Cue Geto holding on to a table, laughing his ass off as Gojo stared at you over his sunglasses flabbergasted. You were the only person to ever leave him speechless, on multiple occasions.

He instantly burns red as he berates you, which you only roll your eyes at as you feast into your threats, "Says the mouthwash." Gojo and Geto look at one another, confusion written in their faces. Gojo speaks first,"Mouthwash?"

You hum in delight, nibbling on a mochi treat, "For the amount of women that had to suck you off and then spit it out like mouthwash."

Geto's not even in his chair anymore, he laughed so hard that he ripped the seat back and fell onto the concrete below. Gojo is now absolutely glaring at you with narrowed eyes, giving up when he couldn't think of a better come back.

When you get back to school, they have a tendency to escort you back to your dorm or if you're still feeling peckish, guide you to the question and hang around while you make yourself something to it. It's not even a conscious thing, they just do it out of sheer habit. The moment your eyes settle in the direction of the kitchen, they just know

There's a counter with some stools so they chill there, casually talking to one another about the most randomest of things while you dance around the kitchen gathering your ingredients

Gojo will steal some while you offer Geto some (and because you know Gojo likes to steal, you make it a habit to make a bigger portion.)

Often times, you can't really sleep so you like to wander about the school grounds. That's how you came across Nanami. He was sitting on a couch in the recreational room, wet towel over his eyes. He looked so tired, poor guy.

The moment he heard your footsteps, he snapped his head your way. Letting the towel fall onto his pants as his brain took a moment to charge enough to actually process your presence.

Even when tired, he's polite.

You have a fresh warm cup of some traditional drink from your home country, something that'll help you fall asleep and rather than drinking it yourself, you gift it to him. Of course, he'll reject. But we all know how stubborn you can be.

As he drinks, he'll actually talk to you about his day and the missions he had --- seems the more exhausted he is, the likelier he is to open his mouth.

Your drink helps him sleep whilst his voice lulls you to sleep

Eventually, the two of you fall into a routine of sorts. You'll find him trying to sleep in the recreational room, so you'll go and make him a drink from your home land. And as he sips on it, he'll talk until you fall asleep.

Nanami would be the first to wake up. Upon seeing you sleeping by his side, he'd pick you up. Quietly carrying you over to your down where he would tuck you into bed, whispering his thanks before leaving your room.

One time, Gojo caught the blonde in the act. Nanami had to calm him down before he destroyed the whole area. He happily placed you into the nuisance's arms, uttering a soft thank you to your sleepy ears, and left to go slumber.

Ah, your dorm room was simply just too far. Just the weight of you alone so hurting his arms (that's a lie if you ever knew one) ah, what are you saying brain? What about his dorm room? It is closer. In fact, it's right around this hallway that he's already been walking through since Nanami placed you into his arms.

There's barely anything in his room as he settles you down into his bed, draping a blanket over your figure. The velvety ones he knows you like (this isn't the first time, you found yourself asleep in his bed. The last time you were seeing god from all the amount of benadryl you took and somehow sneaked your way into his room. You will deny this day even to God himself)

You had made a comment that his sheets and blankets were just too scratchy. Not long after, all of his bed stuff had been replaced by satin and the good kind of cotton.

Setting his sunglasses on the nightstand beside the bed, he got ready to sleep.

Tugging the blanket up, he slid in beside you. An arm of his settling under the crook of your neck as talked a hand onto his sternum, feeling his heart under breath the fabric while you dreamt.

Even in your sleep, you shied away from complete touch. Yet you unconsciously allowed yourself the simple indulgence of a heart beat and the warmth of another besides your own.

The next day, when Geto woke up to wake his bestie up. He momentarily froze at the doorway before pulling out his phone to take a picture of the both of you. Snickering as he did so.

He'll always tease the both of you about that night, stating that he never took either of you as 'cuddle bugs'

And yet, the photo is his home wallpaper.

Hypocrite much?

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(A/N): I have yet to sleep but I have no regrets. These two make me want to die.

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[izzabela]

I have a request, can you write a different scenario for the Lin Kuei trio x female reader where each of the brothers goes on a mission and part of their mission is to get close to another female person/outworlder to gain information and the reader stumbles upon it mistaking it as cheating and runs off heartbroken and each of the brothers tries to find the reader to explain to them what really happened?

That was a mouth full, sorry 😅

It's Not What You Think! - Lin Kuei Siblings x fem!reader (scenario fic)

in which you stumble upon each brother in a... sleazy scene, and you're left at a loss for words

a/n: OH THIS WILL BE FUN, i adore funny plots, so this is no different than my other fic

ship[s]: bi han, kuai liang, tomas x fem!reader (scenario fic), jenshi mention

warning(s): suggestive ending(s)? no "y/n" bullshiyet, anti-betrayal, post-story mode, johnshi mention

Bi Han

Bi Han was furious, to say the least.

Though it had been almost two years since the events of the timeline's intersection, both Shang Tsung and Quan Chi were still at large. They both fled to different areas all across the realms, and at one point, Shang Tsung had appeared in Earthrealm for a bit to try and thieve Sento from one of the champions that defended Earthrealm.

Liu Kang, distressed with this revelation, left for Outworld to speak with Empress Mileena personally, pleading with her to have one of his own people find Shang Tsung in a secret mission. Of course, Mileena agreed (with the promise it wasn't another secret espionage), and the Fire God immediately called upon Bi Han for this task.

While he was known to take a decent amount of time on missions, it was for the sake of meticulousness and being thorough. His tactical brilliance allowed his missions to end more cleanly, making sure no loose ends were out to bite him in the neck later, so Liu Kang knew he would be ready for anything.

Fuck. That.

His wealth of knowledge in stealth, skills in death, and the art of killing were minuscule against the situation he found himself in. Shang Tsung's trail led to the red light district of Sun Do, and he was in the middle of the grimy, sleazy streets where the lowest of both men and women worked for keeps. It sickened him that he would need to get intertwined with such people in order to learn more about the villain who had burdened him with more stress, but he had no choice.

He knew you would understand, as you saw how fierce he was for you and your safety. After all, you two had been dating for one whole year, your bond was too strong to be broken. He did his best to make you happy, keep you happy, and by his side- this would be no different. He let out an annoyed gruff, adjusting himself to make sure his arms were out, and his already low-cut attire was able to show more. He loosened his bun and walked into this newfound battlefield, hoping his ice would quell the horrendous fire of disgust that burned in him.

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Although you were a mortal, you had many connections to the semi-immortal people of Edenia, many of them being royalty or figures related. Some names include: First Constable Li Mei, Supreme Commander Kitana, and the Matron Superior Tanya.

You remembered the first time you met them, all of them stumbling out the portal and onto the gravel of Wu Shi Academy. Unable to move them, you advised all the available healers and medics to set up camp right where they fell. Your talent in hydromancy was one thing, but your healing capabilities were another level of amazing. You were healing more people than most of the monks, and that gave you time to build rapport with these new faces.

That was two years ago, and now here you four were, in the busy streets of Sun Do, eating at a restaurant while talking about your lives.

Unbeknownst to Bi Han, you were drinking and enjoying the cheery atmosphere of the city, all four of you clearly having a blast to be away from the crushing responsibilities of life. However, your joy was short-lived when, past some restaurant-goers heads, you saw a familiar head of black hair, although his bun was loosely tied up and more of his hair fell over his face.

"Bi... Han?" You called out, abruptly standing up and following the familiar figure.

The man you have been dating for a year was in Sun Do, but not for leisure. You knew him a man rare with days off, so this was unexpected.

Li Mei and Tanya's head snap up, their vigilant eyes scanning the area, but you saw where he was headed. You decided to follow your instincts, and left the women clamoring your name as you pushed and shoved your way to where you saw him.

"Wait!" Kitana exclaimed, "Do not be so hasty, you do not have the means to defend yourself!"

Their worries and cries were drowned by the adrenaline building in your veins, and you turned the corner to quietly follow your dearest lover. Yes, you were a healer, but you were trained by Liu Kang as well, so you had some means to fight back. For this case, you decided to ensue a defensive position, watching him quietly.

You hid behind lazily stacked boxes, barrels, and the crowd that filled the street. Finally, the street cleared up, and you saw the most horrifying scene yet.

An escort in skimpy clothing, and her breasts practically about to fall out, was all over your lover. She lazily dragged her fingers across his chest and down close to his crotch, but it draws back to his black-silver mask. His eyes are hardened while she teases him amusingly.

"Everything comes at a price, cryomancer~" she draws out the "r" seductively, "If you so badly need it, monetary gains must be met."

Your breath hitched, and burning tears welled your eyes as anger began to affect your mastery of water. Your eyes began to burn, and blinking didn't help. You wipe them and rise from your hiding spot, but make a loud scene to reveal yourself. Both Bi Han and the escort lock eyes with you, and your tears began to leave your eyes. If Bi Han squinted hard enough, he could see vapors rise from where your tear stains were, your anger acting as a stove and reacting with your tears.

"Oh, how curious..." she drew out, "A lover, perhaps?" Her head rested on his chest and nuzzled into it.

Your heart shattered when Bi Han threw his arm over her shoulders, his other hand under her chin and turning her head away from you.

"A woman like her could not match my own status," and she smiles evilly at the response, taking his arm and leading him into one of the businesses that the escort worked.

Your cries echoed in the street, and you felt the warm arms of your friends pick you up from the dirty road. Your head immediately burrowed into the nearest shoulder, that being Tanya, who takes you into her arms and hugs you tightly. Li Mei glances at the opening in the wall, the "door" being a cheap beads and fabrics. She wanted to go after the Earthrealmer, but she'd have to leave a bookmark in this case.

"I don't want to be here anymore... but I do not wish to go home," you whisper hoarsely.

The women look amongst themselves and decide to take you to the palace, where Kitana explained to her sister and she graciously let you stay for as long as you need. While Li Mei could not enter further, Kitana took over completely as Tanya went to be by Mileena's side. You cry into your friend's lap, "why" and "how could he" leaving your lips angrily as you feel your grip on your magic grown unstable.

"My friend..." Kitana begins softly, "I do not know why Bi Han would do such a thing... but you must know that you are stronger than you let on. You defend your friends ardently and with loyalty, which is a rare type of strength unseen in many millennia, and I know you will grow stronger than this."

You continue to sob in her lap, and Kitana makes eye contact with her sister and Tanya, who stood outside of the room. They wanted to enter, but Kitana shakes her head and gently shoos them away. Tanya sighs, closing the door gently and leans on her lover's shoulder.

"It pains me to see her in such a state," she expressed, her hands locking with Mileena's.

Mileena was hurt seeing you in agony, but it hurt her more not being able to tell you the truth. She decides not to speak, your cries and sobs doing the talking for all four of you as the night let on.

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Bi Han beat the shit out of the escort as soon as he got the necessary information out of her. Along with her, he made sure to leave every one of these disgusting lowlifes in the wake of the Sun Do police force, so they could arrest every single one of them for prostitution and harboring dangerous illegals.

He escaped to the roofs, watching the Constables bust through the opening and taking every person in the building into police custody.

"Round them up!" Bi Han heard Li Mei's command, "No one is above imperial law."

With this, Bi Han bolts to the portal at the center of the city, practically crashing through it to get back home. He missed you dearly, wanted to explain everything, and hold you in his arms again. He wanted to apologize, rub your back as you sobbed, and kiss your lips to wipe the dirt that covered his.

Landing like a uncoordinated goose, he's flat on his back and meets the eyes of his brothers and Liu Kang. The Fire God extends a hand to him, lifting him up back to his feet.

"An... interesting entrance from our most skilled Grandmaster," he noted, "But no less welcome, my friend. I assume you found something."

He doesn't bother answering to him, though, and he simply grabs Liu Kang's collar. Kuai Liang is quick to grab his arms and hold him back, while Tomas guards Liu Kang's front.

"Did you mean to tell me she was there as well?!" he practically screams, "She was in front of me, almost compromising me!"

Tomas seems to realize what his brother was talking about, quickly filling him in on information he clearly missed, "Did she not tell you she would be in Outworld that night? She wrote about it in her letter to us!"

Bi Han digs into his memory and remembers the paper that lay on his desk. The stress that ate him alive made him forget about this date you set aside, and the words you had used to describe how excited you were to see your friends again.

"Fuck..." he cursed softly.

Kuai Liang let go of his brother before he demands Liu Kang to open the portal again. He sighs, smiling softly as he waved his hands to open a fiery gate.

"Explain to me your findings when you come back with her," he says, mentioning your name, "It has been a while since I have seen her as well."

He nods and rushes through the portal, meeting the blue sky of Edenia and the entire Umgadi force surrounding him. He looks across the steps and sees you and Tanya hugging, talking about something before you let go from the embrace.

He called your name and your head snapped to his voice. Your eyes are wide and tears are threatening to fall, but you look away and turn completely away from him. Tanya takes this into consideration and glares at Bi Han, ordering the priestesses into a protective and offensive rotation.

"Recall them, Matron Superior," Bi Han demanded, "I would like to speak with her myself."

"That is for her to decide," she hisses, "She is a friend to the crown, and any threat seen against such will be treated as so."

The priestesses are ready to attack, but you slip away from Tanya and walk to Bi Han yourself. Bi Han and the other priestesses are still, and you close the distance between your lover with eyes downcast. He removes his mask and wants to hug you, but you hold your hand up to stop him.

"Tell me..." you begin slowly, your teary eyes meeting his worried ones, "What were you doing that night? With a woman like her... saying those, awful things to me..."

Bi Han doesn't know what to do with his hands, wanting so badly to take you into his chest and tell you what he said meant nothing, it was to keep his front up, to save you and Earthrealm. But he puts his hands to his side and begins to speak.

"Liu Kang had me follow a trail, one that led to Shang Tsung. That snake was out of my grasp, shifting shape and getting away. However, I got some information on him thanks to that... whore."

You take note on how disgusted he looked, his head turning away from you as his face morphed into something indiscernible. He looked lost, disgusted, and most of all, defeated. You frown at him and take his hands in yours, and he uses this to hold you in his tight embrace.

"I did not mean a single thing that night," he said, feeling your chin wobble on his shoulder, "You were the only thing on my mind, and you still are. You consume my very being, everything I do is for the sole purpose of your happiness- nothing more or less."

You nod slowly, your hand placed on his cheek as you rubbed your thumb softly.

"Your word is my code- and just one thing uttered from your lips will silence me forever," his eyes shone with unshed tears, trying to keep up appearances in front of Tanya.

You just hug him, quietly crying in his arms as he hugged you back, his grip tightening on your waist. The weight he had on his chest finally left, and your presence was like a cleansing waterfall that washed away his sins.

You hear Tanya recall the formation, telling them to return to their posts. You didn't care what was happening though, as long as Bi Han's arms stayed around you as your tears fell.

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Kuai Liang

Kuai Liang sat in a booth seat along with Johnny and Kenshi, in "casual" conversation as they scanned the area for anything out of the ordinary in this tightly packed club. Music blasting, alcohol flooding his nose, and the feeling of sweaty bodies on him made him seethe with anger and disgust.

The three Earthrealm defenders were in a club in Los Angeles, your native town, and the last known location of both Quan Chi and Shang Tsung. Ever since the timeline convergence, all the realms have been busy trying to clean up the miscreants mess; for some reason, it let them to this huge club on the West Coast of the United States.

Liu Kang debriefed the men, saying that one of the Sisters of Shadow were in Earthrealm, in bars all over California to take the naive souls of men and women alike to fuel the black magic that Quan Chi practiced. In order to get close to them, and perhaps find the sorcerers once and for all, Liu Kang sent the three of them on this mission.

It pained him to be in your hometown without your knowledge, and it hurt him even more that he had to get close with another woman for the sake of Earthrealm. But that was the main reason he was here, to protect your future with him and the future of Earthrealm- in order to ensure that you two would have a home to come back to in the end. In order to carry out this mission flawlessly, he did not tell you, and that killed him inside.

You two had met just a year prior, you being plucked out of fighting in illegal fight clubs to serve Liu Kang as a future Champion. You accepted rather easily, thinking this was all a dream, but as you trained with them, you realized it was anything but.

Kuai Liang was drawn to your fighter spirit and spark for protection, not to mention your flawless beauty and grace as you fought. He saw you as an equal, and you were touched on how he didn't look at you like a failure. Of course, due to your history of betrayal and mistrust, you didn't place your love or faith in him quickly. However, with every kind word, gesture, and gift he offered you, every look of concern and worry, and his attention to you, your walls melted against his fiery love and you gave yourself to him.

How he hated to break your trust after such a life of turmoil, but he hoped you would understand. You knew of his loyalties, his fierce protection and eager to serve Earthrealm. He prayed to the elder gods every night the mission's length increased, hoping you'd understand. Tonight, it was put to the test.

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You sat at the bar alone, your friends having gone to the dance floor with a group of guys clearly fiending for one-night release. You sighed and swirled your drink in the cup, a mini vortex forming.

One minute, you were playing for keeps in illegal cage fights, the money barely enough for your shitty apartment in the bad side of L.A., now you were an elite fighter and Champion-to-be for a Fire God.

Crazy right?

Even crazier you found love in your master's great friend, Kuai Liang. You were already off-put on Liu Kang's kindness when he took you in, Kuai Liang made it no better. The way he took his time with training you, spending time with you, and waiting for you to trust him made your hardened heart soften. It had been a long time since someone was so patient with you, let alone accepted all of you.

So, when you recognize his iconic black bun in the crowded sea of sweaty bodies, you knew something was up. Kuai Liang was not one for the social scene, and clubbing was strictly off limits for him as a personal thing- what the hell was he doing in L.A. on a Friday night?

You decided to follow him, closing your tab and silently stalking him. From where you stood in the club, you could see where he sat. with Kenshi and Johnny in one of the booths near the dance floor. Your head followed his general path, and the sight before you made your heart stop.

Kuai Liang was letting another woman touch him, and her face was scarily close to his. She whispered something to your man, and he said something in her ear that illicit a horribly high-pitched giggle from her. You were fuming, and decided to confront them in the act.

"You bitch!" Grabbing onto her shoulder roughly, "The hell you think you're doing?!"

Kuai Liang's shocked face matched yours, but with his mission in mind, he grabbed onto the woman to protect her, not you. Was it possible a heart could break even more? Because if you thought it was broken, this completely shattered it.

"K-Kuai-," but all he does is huff and grunt at you.

"Who do you think you are?!" he shouted, people around you watched the scene unfold, "Creating a fucking scene..."

He never cursed, especially around you. He knew how to hold his tongue, and he never raised his voice at you even if he was pissed beyond the realms' saving. Your face morphed into hurt, betrayal, something Kuai Liang promised you to never do. Yet here he was, failing you.

"Silly girl," the woman hissed as she kicked your abdomen, "Leave us!"

You groaned as you picked yourself up, immediately escaping the messy scene and fleeing out of the club. Tears blurred your vision as you crashed into people on your way out, only having yourself to console the agony you were in.

Kuai watched as you left, and he swore he would make it up to you. No matter how long it took.

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Kuai Liang was an assassin. He was trained in the meticulous art of killing people swiftly and without noise.

So when Johnny and Kenshi found him, blood all over his dress shirt and pants, the demon's mutilated body slowly dissipating, they knew not to push his buttons.

"All of the information I gathered has been written down," he said without turning to his friends, handing them some paper.

"A-alrighty then, Kuai..." Johnny said nervously, a chuckle matching his tone.

"Go back to the Temple, there is something I need to do before heading home," he said calmly as he cleaned up, "Do not wait for me, explain to Lord Liu Kang the dilemma as well."

Kenshi nodded, and the couple looked at each other before turning their gaze to the clearly pissed-off man, watching him storm out to find you. They had a feeling on what was happening, but they didn't press further as they set off for the temple. Kuai Liang was outside the club, searching recklessly to find you in the summer night. Just a couple of blocks away, he heard your distinct cries in an alleyway, and he followed them and up, your body curled up in the fire escape of an apartment building.

Quietly, he tries to get to you and be by your side, but his kunai drops from the hidden hilt in his pants, giving away his position and it scares you. Your head snaps up and you get into defensive mode, your brows furrowed in anger as you snarled at him.

"What in the elder gods' names do you want, Scorpion?"

His hands are up, but he still tries to close in on you by slowly walking to you. You're cornered, and the crying has made you too exhausted to move.

"I know what you saw was, to say the least, alarming..." he begins, "However, please allow me to explain."

More tears welled in your eyes, "I trusted you, Kuai Liang. You knew my story, I gave you my heart- I confided in your warmth!"

Kuai Liang squats to your height, arms down as he watches your tears fall.

"How could you..." you sob again, your head thrown up facing the sky.

Kuai Liang watches your tears fall, and he gently used his hands to wipe your tears. He's surprised you don't shake away from him, so he used this opportunity to explain himself to you. From Liu Kang's plan, Quan Chi's legion of deadly female demons, up to now, he explained in great detail and softness for you to register despite your wails.

"Oh darling," he begged softly, "You know my promises to you- they're written in blood. If you so wish it, I will shed it for you- if it meant see you smile once more."

You wipe your tears and ask him with shaky words, "Swear on your family, swear that what happened meant nothing to you."

His hand wraps around yours and your foreheads touch, his warm breath on yours, "I swear to the elder gods above and the honor of my late father- she is dead to me."

You smile almost evilly, "Prove it."

Safe to say, your evening ended with more cries, but not in pain this time. Still, Kuai Liang would do anything to never see you cry so sadly like that- even if it meant more blood being spilt in your name.

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Tomas

Tomas, Kuai Liang, and Bi Han were in a neighboring village, just a mountain away near Fengjian, in an undercover mission that lead to Shang Tsung. Liu Kang got word from Raiden, who had visited home for a brief moment, that his people were talking about a strange man coming to and from the village for something unknown.

Not wanting to waste an opportunity, he called upon the Lin Kuei Grandmaster and his second-in-hands to try and apprehend him once more (not mimicking the Ying Fortress situation). What the brothers didn't know, though, was that the trail would lead to a small club, a front for Shang Tsung's hideout.

It was a music club, with weekly performances from many female singers and dancers from the neighboring villages in the region. Tomas, who knew you were an active and avid singer, hoped to the elder gods you weren't here to witness what he was doing.

In front of the long stage, he sat in a rounded booth seat with an "entertainer" by his side as she talked his ear off about every performance that went on. She was in a horrible costume, those Qipao costumes that the Westerners sold as costumes in cheap Halloween stores, her pale skin glowing softly under the warm light of the club. Tomas played into his role of a "traveling" foreigner, needing rest in this village and simply needing time to "destress" from his journey.

Tomas was dressed in some jeans and a gray shirt, a backpack on his other side to really sell the look. In his ear, provided by Sektor and Bi Han, was an earpiece to hear the commands of his brothers. He knew the woman next to him was connected to Shang Tsung, but all he was worried about was you.

He prayed to the elder gods that you would not worry. He prayed that you would believe in him, stay confident in him as he completed his mission, and hoped that you would forgive him when he eventually needed to tell you this entire debacle. He sighed, beginning to play his role into getting more information out of the woman.

He whispered dirty jokes, laughed quietly with her at her horrendous attempts of humor, and even held her close. While this was for the betterment of the realms, he would rather die than finish this mission. He was getting some useful information from her, and he could hear Kuai Liang and Bi Han talk to him over the earpiece, but his focus was brought away as he saw his prayers ignored.

You were here. Performing. In the middle of his mission as he was smack dab in the center of your sight. At first, he saw you smiling happily as your voice filled the room, but when your eyes met his, your will to perform left.

The Shang Tsung affiliate was all over Tomas (though you didn't know), kissing up his neck as he continued to hold her. People around you two were beginning to grow tired of the act, clamoring for you sing or begone. You tried to continue, voice slightly shaky as the lyrics left your mouth, but you were ultimately pulled backstage by the show manager. Behind the curtains, the sight broke your heart more and more.

Tomas's hand was locked in hers as she took him away, and a flirty smile was on his face as they both walked away from your direct line of sight. Too angry at what you witnessed, and growing depressed, you retired for the night and left to head back home.

Tomas was the most affectionate of his family, and you were drawn to his optimism despite the pain he had endured. Just like his brothers, he was loyal to an alarming degree, but you knew why. Having him lost his family, leaving his home country, and being put in a new place, he longed to have someone of his own.

Sure, his brothers were great, but you were the final piece to him. Your kind personality, joyful nature, and loving demeanor made him fall instantly, and you loved Tomas just as much. You were surprised to see how a man such as he, going through what he had gone through, still remained joyful and optimistic.

What he loved so much about you, though, was your talent in singing. Whether singing while cooking, bathing, or holding him, Tomas found your voice a safe haven. He vowed to always keep you happy, smiling, and most importantly, singing.

After this, though, he'd have a hard time hearing your bird song once more.

It was gone, along with your heart and the man you loved so dearly.

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Tomas stood over the bloodied woman's limp body, hunched like a hunted taken-down animal. He called his brothers to enter the room, and they too were met with the horrendous sight.

"By the elder gods..." Kuai Liang breathed, "Tomas, what in Earthrealm-."

His pupils were dilated heavily, his grey irises overtaking his eyes. He was breathing heavily, and his grip on his karambit made his knuckles turn white. He was seething, his hunter's instinct turned on and on high alert. He shoved past his brothers, not without Bi Han stopping him.

"Foolish brother," he hissed, "Why did you kill her? Lord Liu Kang needed her alive."

He breathed calmly and turned back to his brothers, who both stilled at how calm his demeanor was speaking to him, "She is alive, brothers. Take her immediately to Lord Liu Kang, I have personal matters to tend to."

Bi Han grabs the collar of his shirt, shaking him, "We have our duties to fulfill. If you so wish to abandon your role, the Lin Kuei will hunt you- I will hunt you."

Tomas takes his brother into his knees, his blade gently pressing into the kill spot on Bi Han's neck. Kuai Liang's breath hitched while Bi Han shook his head to stop his brother.

"I will accept whatever may befall me, but I need to do this, Bi Han," and he turns his head to see his youngest brother's face.

"Please," he begged.

He nodded, sighing in relief as he bolted out of the back room. Kuai Liang scoops the woman into his hands, while Bi Han watched in awe at his brother's will. He left the back room to find you, hoping to set things right.

He searched the village for your house, and saw you crying in the balcony in the back. You were fiddling with a leaf that fell from the large tree that hovered over the balcony. To get to you, he had to climb to see you.

"Love..." you heard him say behind you. You gasp as you shuffled away from him, but he doesn't relent.

"Love, what were you doing there?" he asked gently, coming closer, but you held your hand up.

"No, Tomas," you said defiantly, "You tell me what you were doing there. With that woman all over you, with your hands on her equally as eager, with me right in front of you..."

More tears fell as you sobbed more, and Tomas's heart broke even more at the pain he put on your heart. He silently fell onto your balcony and sat with his legs crossed over themselves. He reached for your hand, and you surprisingly accept it. He gently rubbed his thumb over it, slowly explaining everything.

"So, the club I performed every couple of months, was a front for s multidimensional threat?" you asked gently, wiping your tears.

Tomas nods, his hand cupping your cheek, "My love, no one could beat you. Hearing your voice break, your eyes look at me like that..." your hand held his, "Everything about you controls me, your voice a siren's song."

You smile weakly and kiss his cheek, "Listen to me, then, as I call you to me."

You lead him into your bedroom, and your voice commands the rest of the night as you two stay entangled in one another.

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guys my ipad is lagging after typing all this, long ass fic

still, i hope you enjoyed, especially you anon!

i'll see yall in the next fic!



[lunar-wandering]

names

i had a silly hc and had to write a 700 word drabble about it

“Yo, Mac!”

MK froze mid-step, expression dropping in horror.

Macaque tilted his head in confusion, and turned around just in time to see someone around MK’s age throw an arm over MK’s shoulders.

“Hey Mackenzie, how ya doing?”

“Uh, doing… great! Just fine, as always!” MK sneaked a glance at Macaque out of the corner of his eye, seeing the shadow monkey silently mouthing ‘Mackenzie???’ to himself.

Oh. He was so screwed.

“Good, good!” The person patted MK on the shoulder, before removing their arm, waving at him while they started to walk away. “Well, I’m kinda in a rush right now, but we should totally hang out sometime? Gravity arcade maybe? Eh, whatever, I’ll see you around!”

“See ya!” MK held his false cheery expression until the other was out of sight, then let it drop as he turned back to Macaque. “Please don’t tell Monkey King about this.”

“…Uh-huh. Sure. Uh. Who was that?” Macaque’s expression of confusion was slowly starting to turn into an amused smirk.

“Just an old classmate from, like, high-school I think, not sure, I really only hung out with Mei-”

“And why did he call you-”

“Listen.” MK clapped his hands together, held them in front of his face, and took a deep breath in, preparing himself. “Okay. So. Kids are mean, yeah? And my name is pretty long. Um. So when I was asked, y’know, what ‘MK’ stands for. I… kindasortaliedtothem-”

“You what-”

“And people believed it! I thought it’d get found out really quick, but like, even the teachers thought the system had just glitched out and written the wrong name on the attendance sheet! Man, I had people calling me Mackenzie for years-”

“Really fooled me too.” Mei chimed in, fiddling with her phone with a seemingly bored expression on her face.

“Yeah, Mei didn’t know- wait.” MK paused, turning to face her, “When did you get here?”

“About the same time Macaque collapsed to the ground.”

“About the same time Maca- what?” MK quickly turned his head back to stare at Macaque and- sure enough, he was down on the ground, arms wrapped around his chest, shaking with silent laughter. “What- when did he do that?”

“Dunno, he was like that when I got here.” Mei said, putting her phone in her pocket. “Anyways. I still cannot believe you didn’t tell me the truth until my 18th birthday-”

“Hey, I thought that if I treated it like some kind of grand important thing, you wouldn’t be angry at me!”

“Not that it worked. I still pranked the shit out of you once I stopped laughing.”

“I think I’m still finding glitter in my clothes- okay, I can’t stop thinking about it, do you think he’s okay?” MK said, pointing down at Macaque, “Like, is this normal?”

“Oh, yeah-” Wukong said, “He used to do this all the time, his body just kinda gives up on him when he really finds something funny.”

“Okay, so long as it’s- wait.” MK whirled around to point at Wukong, “When did you get here?!”

“Dragon Kid over here texted me that something was going on so I decided to come check it out.” Wukong said, “Soooo. What’s so funny that it’s got Maccie down on the ground anyways?”

“Nothing! I, uh-”

“MK was just telling him about he used to lie to people and tell them his nickname stood for ‘Mackenzie’.” Mei explained before MK could even get the chance to come up with an excuse.

Wukong let out some sort of amused sputter.

“M-Mackenzie? You- you know, you do kinda seem like, like an Mackenzie-” Wukong snorted, and then he was doubling over, slowly collapsing to the ground.

“Ah, both monkeys have fallen.” Mei said solemnly, pulling out her phone and snapping a picture of them as MK sighed.

“Welp, it’s official.” He said, “I’m never living this one down. Why does everyone always find it so funny anyways?”

Mei shrugged, not knowing the answer herself as she started sending the picture of the two monkeys on the ground to Red Son. Movement in the corner of his eye caught MK’s attention, and he turned to see Macaque seemingly forcing himself up again.

“Hey- hey, Kid.” He wheezed, “Just, just out of, y’know, curiosity and for like, comparison. What is?? Your actual name??”

“Oh, uh, it’s-”

[buggyjuggie]

Hi Hi! I recently found your blog and really liked your work.

I was wondering if I could request some HCs about a masc reader who stays up late and wakes up super early (ex. Staying up till 12am but waking up at 3) but somehow is usually very energetic and hyper?

The character(s) are up to you, if thats okay? I read through the rules and everything and I think this is okay, but feel free to ignore if I messed up anything! 🫶

──★ ˙ ̟Mk1 characters x Masc reader who wakes up early and goes to bed late

「 ✦ Johnny Cage ✦ 」

* Come on you know he definitely does the same thing.

* Doesn’t understand how your so energetic. If he wants to be anywhere near your energy level he NEEDS a crap ton of coffee.

* Easiest way he gets the both of you to sleep is by having a movie marathon or having a gym date and exhausting yourself’s.

* He always ends up going to bed/passing out first so you end up following him, even if Johnny can’t talk you still enjoy cuddling and being next to him.

* You end up picking him up from shoots and sets after long days, because your the only person he trusts that would still be awake at these hours.

* After a long day that was supposed to be about the both of you hanging out he ended up eating sugary snacks to stay awake and had the biggest sugar crash ever.

「 ✦ Liu Kang ✦ 」

* When he learned of your habit was really worried for you, despite the fact that he has spent eons alone Liu Kang still remembers when ordinary people should go to sleep.

* Always tries to somehow convince with his words of wisdom for you to go to sleep earlier (it almost never works but its worth a try)

* I think that a god like him doesn’t need sleep but one of the ways he gets you to sleep earlier is by cuddles. He’ll hug and use his natural body heat to lull you to sleep.

* Both of you are opposites of each other but manage to make it work he takes time to do exciting and adrenaline pumping activities and you enjoy spending time with him drinking tea, meditating and talking about anything that you can.

* Anytime he sees you being hyperactive it always puts a smile on his face, just is stuck in trance watching you and being happy that he gets to have this.

「 ✦ Li mei ✦ 」

* HOW?? JUST HOW??? she always asks herself.

* Being Sun Do’s first constable requires a strict schedule, despite the fact that she likes doing her job waking up early is not one of them.

* When she wakes up early Li mei tends to be grumpy and down she absolutely can’t understand how you getting so little sleep are in a good and cheery mood.

* She makes paper lanterns that help both of you fall asleep, they smell like lavender.

* If Li mei’s having a hard day she appreciates your energetic personality, it puts her in a good mood and help’s to keep her spirits high when struggling with Outworld’s conflicts.

* Let’s you take care of her spirit lion since both of you are very energetic and it has grown attached to you.

「 ✦ Mileena ✦ 」

* Thinks that you just have a hard time sleeping.

* Because of the way her base outfit is designed i think Mileena owns a lot of fuzzy and warm sweaters. She gives then to you as a hope that it’ll help you sleep better.

* Tries to do literally everything to get you to go bed earlier royal massages, big fancy beds with fluffy pillows, essential oils and whatnots.

* Is surprised that after all that your still full of energy, starts to think that it might be magic or a spell.

* You offered to do some of the more tedious jobs or her’s so that she can enjoy her time as empress, Milleena didnt like the idea of making you do her work but you still insisted by saying that if you let her, both of you will have more time to spend together and she caved.

* You sleep a lot in Mileenas room because she has a lot of flowers that help her fall asleep more calmly and keep her tarkat affliction from coming out. The flowers help you because they remind you of Mileena the happy memories and moments spent with her make for the most adorable dreams and even date ideas.

「 ✦ Havik ✦ 」

* An agent of chaos hell bent of causing mischief any where possible and a little to no sleep human who somehow is extremely energised to a concerning extent. I think thats a math made in heaven.

* Like Liu kang i don’t really think Havik needs to sleep yes he does get tired but doesn’t have adherent need for it.

* Thought at first that you were also from chaosrealm due to your high energy and hyperactivity.

* Noticed your how your sleeping was inconsistent but because he has never dated a human before he doesn’t do much about it, think’s that this is just how humans are.

* Still offers to let you rest or even rest with him if he sees that your starting to get tired or are gonna crash.

* Both of you are the most chaotic couple in world and he loves it.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Once again I’m so sorry this took so long to get out. I really really enjoyed writing this one especially because i got to write for any character i wanted so that helped me thing outside the box. I didn’t really have any specific way of integrating masculine terms or action i just mainly tried not to baby the reader.

Hope you enjoyed reading :3

[ddejavvu]

hey mei! for mvm maybe dbf!hotch x nanny!reader where he knows your dad is emotionally abusive and narcissistic but he doesn’t do anything because you asked him not to but then you show up to take care of jack so he can go have fun with the team and he sees you with bruises that’s enough for him. maybe he cancels his plans and takes care of you, maybe being softer with you than usual and it’s just safe and comfort and love you’ve been lacking but when you fall asleep he goes to pay your dad a little visit

so sorry if this is too long, definitely not projecting, definitely don’t spend all my time dreaming of hotch saving me from my dad 🙈

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

there's no sexual component to this blurb, but there is an age gap, and this contains mentions/themes of abusive parents, so if any of that is going to make you uncomfortable, don't click the extension! ugh i daydream about being his nanny TOO OFTEN

Aaron's waiting for you on the couch when you come downstairs. Jack had whisked you away for a quick tour of his clean room before Aaron had left, and you'd appreciated the bare carpet while you could. You know that by the end of the night it'll be littered in LEGOs, so it's a sight for sore eyes.

"Jack," Aaron smiles kindly at his son, "I saw that you hadn't cleaned up your bathroom yet. Why don't you do that, so that Y/N can use it if she needs to?"

"Okay!" Jack rushes back to his room, feet stomping on the carpet, "I'll be right back, Y/N!"

"Alright," You laugh, then turn back to Aaron, "He doesn't need to do that for me, y'know. You've got three bathrooms, I can use another one."

"I just needed to get him out of here," Aaron gestures to the spot beside him on the couch, "Sit, I want to talk to you."

Your stomach turns.

You lower yourself onto the couch, slowly, gently, "What about?"

"Can I see your wrist, please?" Aaron reaches for your hand, the one nearest him.

"Uh," You grip it subconsciously, feeling the deep ache of a bruise, "Why?"

"Because when you ruffled Jack's hair earlier your sleeve rode up, and it looked like you had a bruise there."

"You're gonna be late," You chuckle weakly, "Do you really want to be playing doctor right now?"

"I've already canceled my plans. Y/N," He begs, eyes pooling with worry, "Please?"

His touch against your wrist is the softest thing you've ever felt. It's like he's barely even there, but what you can feel is warmth, softness, love. He takes your sleeve carefully between his fingers, raising it just enough to see a deep purple splotch around your bone.

His jaw clenches, and Jack's feet come thundering back into the hallway.

"I'm finished-!"

"Go get into your pajamas," Aaron holds your wrist in his hand, covering the mark, "And think about what movie you wanna watch, okay buddy? I'm staying home tonight, we're gonna have a sleepover with Y/N."

The little boy lets out a cheery shout, racing back to change into his Toy Story pj's. You're offered a pair of Aaron's own, stretchy sweats and an old t-shirt that smells like him. Not like his cologne, not like his shampoo, but him.

It's a smell that you take solace in all throughout the movie, but you ping-pong between burying your nose in the shirt you're wearing and the one he's wearing. He draws you in closer when your nose hits his shoulder, and lays his temple against your own, skin flushed and comfortingly warm.

And if you wake at the sound of the door opening and see Aaron stepping out, gun holstered on his waist? You say nothing. Whether you have a dad come morning, you'll always have Aaron.

[yurimother]

Yen Press Licenses Yuri Harem Series 'I Don't Know Which is Love'

On February 17, Yen Press announced that it is acquired Oku Tamamushi's Yuri comedy series I Don't Know Which is Love (Dore ga Koi Ka ga Wakaranai) for English release. The first volume will be released in August 2023.

The publisher describes the manga:

With high school graduation approaching, Mei Soraike tries to confess her love to the best friend she has long harbored a secret crush for…only to have her hopes crushed instead. But a little heartbreak is fine—because she’ll absolutely, definitely, without a doubt get a girlfriend in college! Just as Mei sets her resolve, potential prospects start sidling up to her one by one…?!

I Don't Know Which is Love began serialization in Comic Cune in 2021. Media Factory publishes two volumes of the series in Japanese.

Tamamusi is a Japanese Yuri manga artist known for her series Akarui Koiku Soushitsu (Bright and Cheery Amnesia). Tamamusi has also contributed to Éclair and Whenever Our Eyes Meet (Shakaijin Yuri Anthology), both of which are also licensed by Yen Press. She has also contributed to Yuri Drill.

You can check out I Don't Know Which is Love when its first volume releases in English this August.

Source: Press Release

[quitealotofsodapop]

Different SWK/LEM verses ship names:

Post I decided to make after realising that i best not use the "shadowpeach" tag for every verses version of SWK/LEM ship.

Here's my complied ship names for the different variants of SWK/LEM across the Wukongverse. Ships with canon Macaques are easy enough and well established;

"Shadowpeach" = Lego Monkie Kid/LMK

"Peachbuds" = Meihouwang/Mei Hou Wang

"Jackpotshipping" = New Gods: Nezha Reborn film

But then comes the pairings with unconfirmed/fan-made Macaques;

For your brilliant service @latvian-spider : I have declared "Fruitiedads+shipping" = Monkey King Reborn. This now will be my official ship name + tag for Reborn!Sun Wukong and his Macaque. They are indeed dads to a fruitie (as spelt in the eng subtitles) boy.

"GreatSageandWarrior+shipping" = Hero is Back!SWK and LEM, as their nicknames in story are Dasheng (great sage) and Zhanshi (warrior) respectively. Also brings to mind a sort of a "King and his Knight"-sorta imagery. Unsure about this one.

"MeandmyShadow+shipping" = 2000s Cartoon/Journey the the West: Legends of the Monkey King. This SWK is initially convinced that his LEM is a manifestation of his thoughts/powers until the shadow monkey begins to gain the confidence to define themselves as separate entity. More qpr in nature.

"CherriesandOlives+shipping" = Netflix!The Monkey King and Macaque. Based on their nicknames among the other monkeys in the Wukongverse. Also a peek into their dynamic as a cheery (pun) sweetheart + a monkey with a bitter outlook on life.

"SunandMoonflamewar+shipping" = Smash Legends. Focused on the SWK and LEM Smash counterparts being e-celebrities + online rivals, and how their inital online interactions were not-so friendly.

I am welcome to further suggestions.

[lmksimp]

Gasspppp can i pls request red son or macaque with s/o with halo? Like she(can reader be female?) Is half angel and is immortal? And take care of them after they fight or when they are tired (HEAD CANON PLS)

@immortalme123

Hii! I finally received the motivation that I needed, and Omg this ask is so cute!! teehee

I'll add MK for a little bonus✨✨

I do enjoy your little headcanons and one-shots!

Pronouns: She / Her

MK

He fell or tripped and saw an angel! And That was the start of a blooming relationship

Just because of that past accident, you, our angel is always at MK's side <3

He was shocked to find out you were an angel and immortal. Wow, I guess that was a lucky draw, he kept asking you questions non-stop, and you let Mei stop him from exploding

There was one question that made you have some…trauma…flashbacks, He asked where were your wings, you flinched at that and showed lots of signs of discomfort with the topic, MK quickly picks that up and changed it to your halo, you smiled in glee, you were so lucky that MK knew.

Your halo intrigues MK at times, he has an urge just to touch it but knowing it isn't sensitive or any part of the body it's fine for you, You started to speak "A halo is a symbol of holiness, represented by a circle or arc of light around the head of a saint or holy person. Any circle of light can be described as a halo, even in a non-religious context; sometimes you'll see a glowing halo of light around the moon, for example." He's adoring you

Like I said you're at his side at all times, just to make sure he's safe and he makes sure that you are too! what a great BF

Whenever he gets injured you are there to quickly patch him up and cheer him on, you two are the power couple

When he gets extremely tired you would visit his apartment and take care of him! cuddles, your natural warmth, and others.

He enjoys your presence as it makes him feel calm, sleepy, and sometimes very energetic

Like I said, Power couple <33

RED SON

Seems like he got lucky, he met you at the food stand where he and his father worked (this takes place in season 2, revenge of the spider queen)

Now, he was slight uhm, how do I say this, slightly disgusted at the scent you had ( he doesn't like angels??? celestial- I don't even know anymore ), but he brushed it off and gave you the menu!

surprisingly you chose the INFERNO one and he got a bit shocked but happily gave you it, he asked you why would you choose it, and you simply replied "I always wanted to try something new! Maybe something spicy, I found other shops like yours but I think this one is the best!" you were cheery and red son didn't like it but he pushed that down and watched you eat in happiness

It felt like he just met an angel, though he dislikes he thinks he's one lucky of a person/demon to find someone like you that just randomly exists in the world.

SO! I think he's never seen an angel before- If I'm correct- If I'm not HELP- but he surely has grown to hate them, but you? You're different, just because of that little meet you two have grown a little blooming relationship!!

When you heard his shop got destroyed you were devastated but quick to comfort red son, your touches heal and give comfort to red son which he was glad to feel.

So he knew you were an angel already but decided to not say anything, you were glad not to explain the whole angel ordeal

He was super happy to find out you were an Immortal, finally, at least he doesn't need to spend his days alone.

Once he found out that you only have a halo and no wings, he decides to ask you which leads you to have tons of memories and trauma! how cool. /sarcasm

When you had your panic attack he helped you, well kinda, he doesn't know how to comfort someone in this kind of situation but he tried his best.

Redson likes observing your halo from time to time, it's very fascinating for him, how it glows in the dark, how it symbolizes your holiness. He does want to touch it though if you give him the permission

There is a chance that he might 'experiment' on it but nothing intense for you to get hurt and uncomfortable.

He will listen to your stories about what's it like being in the heavens or something or about your life, he will listen in curiosity and maybe with wonder.

Whenever you're by his side he feels warmed that you decide to stay by his side and cheer on for him, he does the same…but in a kind of different way, more aggressive to say but either way he will do the same

If he gets injured he'll be happy yet annoyed because he can clearly take care of himself! he doesn't always need you to heal him…but he does enjoy it if you still heal him, he's in denial sometimes…

you guys are a power couple I swear, man no one tries to stop you both considering both of you are some powerful entities- but either way, POWER COUPLEEE <3

He usually never sleeps, due to the fact he has some projects to work on, You have to force his ass to bed, and when he does agree you snuggle up into him as he tries to sleep, which was easy because of your presence and warmth. You both are personal heaters to each other! how cute

He sometimes enjoys and dislikes your presence, It makes him sleepy which he dislikes because he wants to continue his projects! you change his sleep schedule now and then, and youMan being near him makes him calm which is very uncanny because he's usually screaming- but you by his side hits differently.

He loves you so much but you don't have to baby him all the time- he silently enjoys it though…

[dreamin-gacha]

More Gacha World Redesigns

Kuku

-Part of of the gardening club (joins cooking club after events of main game)

-Her boss battle would be in the garden

-Lower big tails and more black in her design

Cheery (Mei)

-A gymnast and also part of the health committee

-Gyaru

-Lighter hair and brown eyes for a softer look.

Frost

-Performer, mostly uses snow animals and snow magic

-A hint of light green to even out the white and blues I used

-One long ponytail rather than two short ones.

Nekohime (Princess Elena)

-More Lolita elements

-A higher hairstyles

-The Princess of gacha kingdom (lightvale kingdom)

Sylph

-More flowy clothes

-Hints of yellow, white, and pink

-Darker green hair and brown eyes.

[itsabouttimex2]

Amazing job at writing the new part as always! It flows nicely and you can easily tell how familiar Macaque & MC without making him OOC. Honestly i admire your grasp at these characters and ability of doing something as complex as interactive series. I'm kinda curious how do you plan things and how far ahead but only if you want to share it ofc.

Going back to the actually piece- it actually made me look up the meanings of flowers despite the original thought of it only being because of the color association. Two first flowers have pretty easy and basic meaning. I can see why the edgy (/affectionate) mentor wouldn't want them near his home.

Freesia - friendship trust innocence

yellow roses - friendship, joy and similar stuff

The one choosen by Macaque are a little more interesting.

Tansies - immortality, resistance, "I declare against you", sometimes used in medicine

black dahlias - (warning of) betrayal, sadness, (not specified black ones: dignity, good luck, elegance)

I'm guessing the tansies are about him being bitter about the Wukong and their more practical use. Black dahlias could be about Monkey King but also some kind of foreshadowing depending on our choice. Or I'm reading into it too much.

Hopefully I'm not overthinking it or completely missing the point (and if i am, I'm really,really sorry). Just wanted to share it in case other readers didn't look it up + i know some people like to see their work analysed but if i'm going to far please let me know! Have a good day/night! :]

(Sorry for any mistakes and feel free to delete the ask)

Oh my god, thank you so much! That’s such a sweet thing to say! (Please never stop analyzing my work I put a lot of effort into it💜💜)

🌻🌻I’ll start with flowers: you are right on the money here. Freesia especially are bright and colorful blooms, coming in many different gorgeous colors. Yellow roses are just the same, bright and cheery and so similar to the sun.

And, given that freesia come in orange and yellow… it’s possible the potted plants were a living reminder of Sun Wukong that Macaque finally got sick of and ripped apart. Or he just took advantage of someone else shredding the innocent flowers and took something that Y/N worked hard on and changed it to his liking instead. (Written to be ambiguous as to which scenario occurred.)

Notably, the new flowers not only match his own personal feelings, but even his color scheme! Yellow, then red and black. Twice over do these flowers symbolize him, something he took and changed to make more suitable to his tastes and feelings.

But he’s not the one who takes care of them- no, it’s Y/N who is dedicated to seeing them grow.

His student tending and nurturing the flowers that represent Macaque, while Macaque destroys/allows the destruction of the flowers that represent his student. Huh. Funny.

Okay flower rant done.🌻🌻

Macaque is such an interesting character to write, given that there’s a spike of cruelty barbing out from almost every action he takes. I think a lot of people have forgotten that the man hasn’t had a redemption arc in canon- he displays zero regret for, say… manipulating and trying to kill MK. Or leveling the Dragon Palace of the East Sea. Or assaulting Tang, a strict non-combatant. Or holding Mei’s life hostage.

He doesn’t feel bad for doing any of these. If he does, he’s keeping tight-lipped about it. No apologies. No direct atonement.

And even on the extremely rare circumstance that he’s being “kind”, like deciding to stop torturing MK in Shadowplay, it comes across as almost “I’m bored with you, you aren’t fun anymore.”

He’s not a good guy. So even with Y/N, who he genuinely does care for, there’s this level of manipulation.

Like, he calls Y/N adorable, which sounds nice… but there’s almost a level of victim-blaming to it. No matter how roundabout his words, Macaque basically says to his own student: “If you looked different, people wouldn’t bother you, so let me change the way you look.”

And they trust him enough to agree.

Or letting them cook in fear outside his door when he’s clearly near enough to open it, but dropping the act when they start to break down.

He’s such an interesting character to write ugh I love it.

I had a lot of the routes planned pretty far out, actually, and I’ll give a few examples of what was planned:

Spider Demon Y/N was sort of naive and excitable, but was going to mature/sour after realizing that their beloved queen was, in fact, the bad guy. They were going to have to come to terms with her necessary defeat and their own part in betraying her, as well as living on after you’ve cut ties to your family. Then, readers were going to be able to pick one other henchman to convince to join the heroes.

Dragon Y/N was going to have to both gain Ao Guang’s (their father) approval to live on the surface, and decide how they felt about MK possessing the Ruyi Jingu Bang. They fought using two strings of beaded pearls, utilizing them as whips and grappling hooks to maneuver around the battle field. Also, they hated Macaque. Genuinely throwing hands on sight if they saw that edgy rat.

Heir/Proxy Y/N was going to be a pretty miserable and clingy person, having spent most of their life alone on account of both the LBD and Mayor’s influence. Overcoming their fears and anxieties of being unlovable was going to be a massive part of the journey, learning to love themself and be loved in turn. They were going to have to learn to master the powers forcibly implanted into their body, trying to prevent themself from being sacrificed for power to aid LBD’s onwards path to ‘destiny’.

Ne Zha’s Y/N was going to be cute and polite, very excited to explore the mortal realm outside the grasp of their overprotective mentor/brother. They were also going to have to deal with the first two lotus princes (also overprotective) and Ao Bing, who served as a dear friend.

Sun Wukong’s Y/N was going to be his estranged child who was bitter over ML inheriting the staff instead of them. They were going to despise him for never training them, having to find masters and teachers elsewhere all across the world. In turn, he was desperately trying to make amends and reestablish a strong bond with his cherished progeny, hoping to reconnect eventually.

Also Mei was going to call Y/N “Broth-Face”.

[klapetka]

Suguru Geto x reader pt. 5

heyy, another chapter, this one being a bit lazy

enjoyyy

art creds to: sso_s___ on twt

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A brutal headache throbbed in my skull, and my mouth felt dry. I managed to pry my eyes open just enough to see a pair of glowing blue eyes staring at me—Gojo, sitting backward on a chair across from the bed, watching me with that annoyingly optimistic grin. I noticed something cold and damp around my head and raised my hand to find a bandage with a cold compress. I tried to pull it off.

“You’re awake! Great news,” Satoru said brightly. “Suguru’s out grabbing us dinner, but he left me to keep an eye on you. You’ve only been out for a few hours.” His tone was cheery, as if I’d just had a nap instead of… well, whatever had happened. I pushed myself up, attempting to get out of bed.

“Whoa, what are you doing? You really shouldn’t be moving,” Gojo cautioned, standing up to stop me.

“I need to pee,” I muttered, taking small, unsteady steps toward the bathroom. The world spun as I stood, but I managed, only just realizing I wasn’t even in my own room—this was Suguru’s.

“Oh, okay then. Call if you need anything… but let’s hope you don’t!” he chuckled, rubbing his forehead with a nervous smile. Annoying as ever, I thought to myself.

As I dried my hands, I heard the door creak open, followed by Suguru’s voice.

“Where is she?” he sounded worried.

“In the bathroom,” Gojo replied as I came out, and there stood Suguru, his face full of concern. His shirt was streaked with dark stains—bloodstains. The sight jolted something in me, and before I knew it, tears pricked my eyes. He pulled me into a tight hug.

He guided me back to the bed, tucking me in and sitting at the edge. Gojo helped himself to food. “So, what exactly happened?” Satoru asked between bites, clearly unfazed.

Suguru explained in a steady voice, “You’ve got a concussion. Three stitches on your arm,” he gestured, “and two on your head.” I reached up and felt the crusty, stitched spot. That explained the blood on Suguru’s shirt. “Do you remember anything?” he asked.

“Bits and pieces…” I tried to gather my memories. “The curse wasn’t low-grade at all—it was way stronger than expected,” I began, their attention locked on me. “I had to channel so much more cursed energy… I even ended up creating a Domain Expansion.” They looked at each other in surprise. “I discovered this… new ability too, something I didn’t even know I could do. That’s how I defeated the curse, but… everything after that is just darkness.”

“That’s strange, a curse that powerful and no one sensed it?” Gojo frowned, looking suspicious.

“Yeah, it doesn’t add up,” Suguru agreed, rubbing my leg lightly.

Gojo sighed, getting up. “Alright, I’ll leave you two alone to rest. You take care,” he said, giving me a thumbs-up before he left. What a help, I thought dryly.

I turned to Suguru. “Could I have some water?” I didn’t want to get up again.

“Of course, here,” he handed me a bottle immediately. He’d been here the whole time, waiting. Watching over me.

“I’ll just grab a quick shower, and then I’ll be right here next to you, okay?” He stood up, taking off his bloodstained shirt. My headache faded for a moment as I caught his caring expression.

I reached over for my phone, spotting several missed calls and messages from Tori. She must have been worried out of her mind. I quickly texted her back, saying I was okay, just a bit banged up. A message from my mother appeared too: How are you? I wasn’t sure I was up for that conversation yet.

Suguru returned, toweling his hair dry, and sat back down. After a quiet moment, he looked at me thoughtfully. “Did you ever want to be a Jujutsu Sorcerer?” he asked, his tone softer than usual.

I blinked, caught off guard. “Where’s that coming from?”

“Just something I was thinking about,” he said, his gaze gentle but serious. “Did anyone ever ask you if you wanted this life?”

I paused, trying to understand his point. “I mean… Mei Mei found me. “I felt like that should be enough of an answer.

He nodded but looked unconvinced. “But did she ask if you wanted it?”

I stared at him, trying to find an answer. “I see curses, so it only makes sense I’d exorcize them, doesn’t it?”

He looked away, thinking. “Only because someone decided that. Would you still choose this, knowing you’d end up… well, like this?”

I was quiet, digesting his words. “It’s the right thing to do… isn’t it?”

He met my eyes and smiled faintly. “Yeah… I guess so.”

But his question hung in the air long after he’d dropped it, lingering in a way that wouldn’t be easily shaken.

Suguru’s question lingered, stirring something I hadn’t wanted to face. I lay back, listening to the soft hum of the room, trying to push the thought away. But Suguru’s steady presence beside me kept tugging me back to it, making me think about the choice I hadn’t really made.

I closed my eyes, letting exhaustion pull me under, but sleep was a fitful, restless thing. I kept seeing that room, my childhood bedroom where the Domain Expansion had taken me, the feeling of the Hollow wrapping around my hands as if it had always been there, waiting to be discovered. It felt like me and something else entirely. The sensations had been so vivid—the taste of fear, the flood of courage that had surged through me, even the spirit’s shock, its dread, somehow channeled through my own curse energy.

It was another day already and I was jolted awake by soft voices. Suguru and Gojo were talking, and their conversation was too interesting to ignore.

“...seriously worried about her, Satoru,” Suguru was saying quietly. “That curse’s power was way beyond what she should’ve faced alone.”

“You think it was a setup?” Gojo asked, his tone unusually serious.

“Maybe. Or maybe someone underestimated her, but I’m not so sure. Whoever assigned that mission had to know she’d have to push herself beyond her limit.” Suguru’s voice held a barely contained edge. “She could’ve been seriously hurt. Or worse.”

A heavy pause settled between them, thick with tension. I could feel their worry—Suguru’s anger barely held back, Gojo’s unusual quietness—and for a moment, I felt something else too, something sharp and unsettled pricking at my chest. Their concern felt real, and not just for my physical condition.

Trying to distract myself, I focused on the traces of my power I could feel lingering in the room, remnants of the Hollow still swirling faintly around my hands, though I hadn’t summoned it consciously. It responded to me, pulsing gently with my thoughts. The discovery felt strange, like unlocking a hidden door I hadn’t known existed.

I wanted to understand it better. I’d always thought my sensitivity to emotions was just… well, a curse of its own, not something I could control, much less use. But here it was—an energy that listened to me, that I could shape. I let a spark of my curse energy flow into it, and felt it thicken slightly, turning denser, like dark fog around my fingers. It pulsed, in sync with my heartbeat. A chill ran through me—exhilaration and a touch of fear. Could I actually control it?

Then Suguru’s voice snapped me back to the present. “You’re awake,” he said softly, his eyes catching mine. Gojo was watching me too, a faint smirk on his face.

“You guys should work on your whispering skills,” I said, my voice rough from sleep, trying to downplay the tension I’d felt in their conversation.

Suguru smiled faintly, his eyes soft. “Maybe we should. You gave us a scare.”

“So… about that curse,” I ventured, testing the waters. “You think someone… set me up?”

They exchanged a look. Suguru’s expression tightened, but Gojo gave me a nonchalant shrug. “I wouldn’t say set up, but maybe they thought a little push would reveal something interesting.” He glanced at my hands, where the Hollow’s faint shadow still lingered. “Seems like they were right.”

Suguru’s frown deepened. “Regardless, it was reckless. You shouldn’t have had to discover your power like that. And not alone.”

I looked down, feeling the weight of their concern. “I… didn’t even know I could do any of that,” I admitted. “It’s like something just clicked, and suddenly… it was there. The Hollow. My Domain. It was… terrifying, but I felt—”

“Stronger,” Gojo finished for me, a knowing glint in his eye.

I nodded, unsure of how much I wanted to reveal. “But I don’t know if I could control it again. It felt… raw, and I don’t know if I can handle it. What if I mess it up next time?”

“Power always feels like that at first,” Gojo said, leaning back. “Unpredictable. But that’s how you grow. You’ll learn to shape it.” He gave me a rare, genuine smile. “And you have us, remember?”

Suguru nodded. “You don’t have to face it alone. From now on, you won’t. That’s a promise.”

I felt something ease inside me. Maybe I didn’t have all the answers yet, and maybe the Hollow was as much a mystery to me as it was a strength. But with Suguru and Gojo here, somehow it felt like I could face whatever came next.

And whoever had underestimated me—or chosen me to face that curse alone—wouldn’t make that mistake again.

After another day of rest, the ache in my head had mostly faded. I still felt a little off balance, but the afternoon was sunny and warm—a perfect day to stretch my legs and breathe some fresh air. I decided to head over to the running circle, where I sometimes went to clear my head. The rhythm of footsteps on the track, the open sky—it always helped me feel grounded.

As I approached, I saw someone sprinting around the loop, her ponytail bouncing with every stride. A grin spread across my face as I recognized Tori, pushing herself with her usual intensity. She didn’t notice me right away, so I stood off to the side, watching her make another lap.

When she finally rounded the corner near me, her gaze landed on me, and she stumbled to a stop, her eyes wide. “Y/N!” she practically yelled, jogging over to me. She looked me over, a mixture of relief and irritation flashing across her face. “What are you doing out here? I thought you were still supposed to be resting!”

I laughed and held up my hands. “Don’t worry, I’m just here for some fresh air. And maybe to see a friendly face.”

Tori rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “Well, you could’ve told me you were coming. I would’ve slowed down, but I was about to pass out trying to run off my nerves over you!” She leaned in, giving me a quick but fierce hug. “I was so worried.”

I hugged her back, feeling the relief in her grip. “I’m sorry. Things got… complicated on the mission.”

She pulled back, her eyes full of curiosity. “Complicated? Did something happen? You’re not just ‘a little beat up’ like you texted, are you?”

“Well,” I started, looking away sheepishly, “I may have… pushed myself a little more than I expected. The curse was stronger than they thought, and I had to tap into some new abilities.”

Her eyes widened with awe. “New abilities? What are you, like, evolving?” she teased, but I could tell she was impressed.

“Something like that,” I replied, laughing a little. “Honestly, I didn’t even know I could do half of what happened. It was kind of terrifying.”

Tori’s look softened, and she nudged me with her elbow. “You’re way stronger than you think, Y/N. It’s crazy how everyone around you can see it, except you.” She paused, then added with a smile, “But that’s okay. I’ll just have to keep reminding you.”

I rolled my eyes, brushing off her praise, but her words gave me a strange sense of calm. Maybe I didn’t have everything figured out, and maybe this new power would take time to understand—but with friends like Tori around, I felt a little more prepared for whatever came next.

“Thanks, Tori,” I said softly, glancing back toward the running circle. “Now, come on. One more lap with me?”

As we walked around the running circle, Tori nudged me with a grin. “So... guess who’s still single?”

I gave her a sidelong glance, already knowing where this was headed. “Hmm, let me guess—someone tall, blond, and overly serious?”

She laughed, her cheeks turning pink. “Oh, come on! You don’t think he’s, I don’t know, maybe a little into me? I mean, he’s noticed me, right?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Tori, he definitely knows who you are. Besides, I’m sure he notices a lot more than you think.”

“Okay, but he barely talks! How am I supposed to know what he’s thinking?” she said, feigning frustration.

I smirked. “Maybe that’s a good thing. Means he’s not rejecting you either.”

Tori let out an exasperated sigh, then laughed. “You’re right, I’m reading too much into it. I just… I don’t know. Nanami’s so serious, but there’s something about him.”

I gave her a reassuring nudge. “You’re one of the only people who can make him laugh. I’d say that’s a good start.”

She lit up at that, a spark of hope in her eyes. “Maybe I will go for it. Just… you know, casually.”

“Yeah, casual sounds just like you,” I teased, earning another playful shove.

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[walpu]

Ratio who's desperate to see Arman again. The last they'd met, he'd realised that his lover didn't remember him anymore.

Arman who can recall everything, despite being an Aeon, frequently has migranes due to the overwhelming amount of memories that flood him.

Ratio used to comfort him when he did get headaches. Ah dammit, another painful memory.

Ratio who begs the Trailblazer to take him to see Herta and play the Simulated Universe.

Even if he cant see Arman for himself, Trailblazer can.

Arman who has a smile, which seemed more forced than the last Trailblazer saw him.

His smile drops the moment he hears of Ratio, sees him after months.

It takes a lot of difficulty, but Herta, Screwllum and Ruan Mei help him grab his body back, and reassemble it so that Arman could function in it again.

Ratio finally can hold his lover for the first time in months.

Oh, and his students were crying tears of joy, who wouldn't miss their cheery teacher who brought donuts even if they failed their semester?

THIS IS SO WHOLESOME THANKS GOD???

The SU trio would never shut up tho, always pestering Arman to talk about aeonhood

[gojotenshi]

No one should have found out that she was an omega, least of all the crown prince of Yuei.

But Izuku Midoriya was smart.

With two other lives on the line, Lia made the choice of accepting the deal given by the prince - her submission for his secrecy.

It should have been an easy arrangement, if not for the group of homicidal maniacs that had been using omegas as a bartering coin in order to take over the kingdom and the prince’s penchant for wanting more than she was willing to give.

Fate was just one big joke, was it not?

Chapter Two - every little lie gives me butterflies

a/n: kind of wanted to finish chapter four before posting this one here but that hasn't happened. this one is also a huge chapter and just thank you so much if you read it. Not beta'd

wc: 14858

warnings: omegaverse, alpha!izuku, spanking, fingering, hairpulling, manhandling, coercion, blackmail, general foul language, manipulative behavior, dubcon, omegaverse dynamics, omegaverse based sexism.

chapter 1

Lia was uncomfortable.

Which was kind of funny having into account that Izuku wasn’t doing anything, wasn’t even looking at her. But his presence was like a looming threat hanging over her head. One that she couldn’t ignore even if the sun was high on its perch and she doubted he would ever let the cheery facade slip when someone could catch him. The castle’s library was just next to the hall of records, and it was her territory in a way. Nezu had left her in charge when he had left for his mission, and it had made her feel so proud. Because the older man had trusted her, had thought her more than capable of handling the state of affairs while he was gone.

Maybe the prince was only there for a book, after all, he had made his way through the shelves and stacked books and was trying to find something. Lia should have approached him, should have helped him find whatever he was looking for because that was exactly the job of the library’s handler. Instead, she had ignored that he had even entered the large room and chose to focus on the book in front of her.

Or she would have if she could focus on the words instead of the scent of him, subdued in his contentment. Pine, leather and thunderstorms. It swirled in the air, wrapped around her like a cloak, soothing in a way that she couldn’t explain, really didn’t care to pin point, really. It would just give her a headache to wonder why his scent was so pleasant, why she couldn’t ignore it the same way she did for the rest of them.

Crown prince Izuku Midoriya was a menace.

One that had taken his pleasure and left her unfulfilled in the cold floor and claimed it was punishment. She had been so out of sorts that the thought of finishing herself off hadn’t even crossed her mind. It was a moment of weakness that she would be sure to repeat because if she didn’t… If she didn’t Ochako and Mina would suffer. They would get their lives thrown into disarray, the same lives they had fought over.

Ochako was up for another promotion soon, Lia was sure of it. Mina was flourishing so well under Aiwaza’s care, probably could finish up her apprenticeship soon after he was back from the diplomatic mission. How could Lia be selfish and put their efforts on the line? As betas they had the world in the palm of their hands, as omegas they would have been relegated to a private wing of someone’s estate. Even if the League hadn’t gone to Mei to search for them, being married off and hidden away was just the fate of her designation.

They were either wives or whores, there was no in between. Seemed like that rang very true in her case, after all, she was getting payment for sexual services. It just happened that the payment was silence and the service had been coerced, but hey, who was going to be bitter over it?

Lia was. So very bitter.

Her book was closed and she raised from the table near the window, the sun had warmed her skin but now it was time to actually do some work instead of ignoring Izuku… She paused, green eyes zeroing in the last space she had seen the prince in and finding it empty. Had he given up on looking for his book? But… His scent was still heavy in the air, in a way that told Lia that he hadn’t actually left the room, so where was he?

“I knew you had noticed me.” It was like she had been doused in cold water, muscles clenching suddenly, head turning so quickly she almost sprained her neck. Izuku was looking very pleased by her reaction, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the side of one of the shelves closest to her.

Silence met him, not because she didn’t want to speak but because blood was still rushing to her ears, heart on her throat at the fright he had just given her. Fucking menace.

“You don’t need to look like you saw a ghost.” Still that pleased drawl, it did manage to shake Lia out of her stupor, breath coming in a harsh huff.

“I saw a prince that has no qualms in sneaking his way around a room.”

Izuku tilted his head to the side, grinned at her as if she hadn’t just tried to insult him, as badly constructed as it had been. “Your attention just slipped, you do that sometimes you know. Get lost in your thoughts.”

Maybe she did. The brunette had quite a lot to think about, before it had been about getting her part of the ingredients for the concoction, making sure she acted like a beta and not an omega, get information on the League and try to think of a plan of attack. Now she had to add the fact that she had to keep an affair with the prince under wraps, the thoughts swirling inside her head about the possible situations he could put her in. Worst of all, she was going to have to lie to her friends about it. No way in hell was she going to tell Ochako and Mina that the crown prince was blackmailing her, she didn’t want to be accomplice in a murder attempt. Or worse yet, she didn’t want to have her friends giving up their lives so they could go to another town, one where the prince wasn’t as sharp.

“Do you want my attention in a public place, your highness?”

His reply was quick and sure. “Yes.”

Her mouth opened in surprise, eyes blinking before she caught herself. “Well, I can’t give it without making it seem strange I’m suddenly very close to the crown prince.”

Izuku did seem to mull that over. “I already spend enough time inside the library and hall of records, no one will think it weird that I started to get to better know the handler.” That was true. Nezu had once told her about all the regulars, the crown prince had been a proud mention. Lia had found out later that Nezu had started his tenure in the castle as the young princes’ tutor, only after they were grown up and found themselves lacking the need for teachings did the job of handler fall on his hands.

So yes, the prince did spend an awful amount of time in the library and hall of records. And with his propension to use moonclover to hid his scents, Lia had no doubts that she probably had thought herself alone the many times she had snuck up to read about the League.

“Nezu is the handler, your highness. I’m simply his helper.”

“Semantics.” He stuck his tongue out at her, which made her gasp in outrage, earning Lia a chuckle from the prince. How childish of him. “Though if you were just a helper, Nezu wouldn’t even have bothered to have you watch over both rooms, you know?”

She did. It didn’t matter because she wasn’t going to let him think he was getting away with his wills away from the cover of darkness and privacy. They were in the library, he could very well go spar if he wanted some attention. Or maybe he could go to the kitchen or laundry place, the maids there would certainly fawn over the alpha.

A soft sigh passed her lips “Fine, you have my attention, your highness. Which book were you looking for?”

That did spur him into action, feet moving until he was back on his previous spot, fingers tracing the spines. “I know there was a book about fire based quirks around here somewhere.”

“Oh.” His green eyes met hers, and Lia looked away in a guilty manner. It wasn’t like she had done anything wrong, really, anyone was free to request any books to take home as long as they were delivered safe and sound. It just happened that she had the one book that he had been looking for in her private chambers. The omega licked her lips and crossed her arms over her chest “You’ll have the book tomorrow, your highness.”

“Today.” He narrowed his gaze at her before that jovial mask slipped right into place. “You can just go grab it! Where is it?”

“You’re not entering my room.” He would only stink up the place, and last thing Lia needed was for her room to smell of leather, pine and lightening, that was for sure. It was bad enough that she seemed to find his scent in most of the places she frequented, let alone if he decided to scent anything while inside.

“I’ve been inside before, you really should have a better lock.” His amused voice had her shaking in anger. Lia had forgotten that the damn prince had violated her private space before, had seen her research, had made sure she couldn’t make his accusations sound like fairy tales. Lia opened her mouth to tell him off when he continued “Anyway, all I asked was for you to get it. I didn’t say I was going to go with you.”

Her rage didn’t die down fully, but it went from flames to embers. “I’m working, your highness. Besides that, I still haven’t finished up the book.” If his interest in it was anything like hers had been, well, he could wait a day or two for it to reach his hands. The League had attacked just five days ago, they still had to get rid of the omega they had kidnapped and then plan their next attack.

And the fact was that there hadn’t been no new registrations for unmated omegas since the last attack. And having into account that designation was rare as it was, well, it may very well be a couple of months before a new chance presented itself.

He seemed to ponder on that for what felt like a minute, and Lia was about to press him when he finally relented much to her surprise “Alright.” It seemed like such an easy thing, such a quick cave in. There had to be something coming, right? That wasn’t as surprising. “I’ll meet you later and we’ll share the book.”

Her mouth opened and closed, once, twice, thrice before Lia actually felt like she could talk instead of sputtering non sense. “Your highness, coming to my quarters during the night is highly improper.” If anyone saw him, her reputation would go up in flames.

Even if it was innocent. Even if she didn’t have their deal hanging over her head. Even if she wasn’t an omega in hiding. And the thing was… Lia didn’t trust him not to abuse having her in the privacy of her room. He had to be planning something, had to be scheming behind that sweet smile.

“I would offer mine, but I think you’d be even more opposed to that.” Was that mirth on his tone? God, Lia wanted to smack him across the head. Lia didn’t want him inside her room, didn’t want his scent on her precious space, not when it would only make it harder for her to differentiate between what she was feeling.

“The same room as before.” If he wasn’t going to drop it, she was going to make sure that they would be as far away from prying eyes as possible. And that little room was perfect.

No one had ever come across her and her friends before Izuku had confronted her. And no one had seen her leave after he had fucked her mouth and cum down her throat. Her traitor of a body heated at the memory, of the phantom weight of him on her tongue.

The prince seemed delighted by her giving up, smile becoming a touch more genuine, as if he really hadn’t expected her to actually compromise. It wasn’t like Lia had a choice, did she?

“Are you hiding a nest?”

No, she did have a choice.

“You know what, your highness?” her voice was dripping with barely contained fury “You can see that book in two days time. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have records to sort through.”

Lia took a few steps away from him before his words stopped her “So it is a nest.”

One, two, three… She worked on keeping her breathing even, counting until ten as she breathed in and out, slowly. Why was he being so insistent about that? “No, I don’t have a nest.” He seemed disappointed for a couple of seconds before he perked up again.

“Is it because you just don’t care for them or is it because of whatever you use to keep your scent under control? And you still haven’t told me exactly how that works.” The brunette let out a hiss, feet taking her in the opposite direction she had been heading so she could tug at his wrist.

“Can you not be so loud.” Green eyes looked down at her small fingers on his skin, making her let go of his arm like it had burned her. Maybe it had. Her fingers felt like they had found themselves touching something quite warm, tingles still shooting up her arm. Such a strange reaction.

He didn’t seem to be affected, though, so she guessed it had something to do with him being an alpha. Lia didn’t really make it a habit of touching random alphas, which meant that she had no bases of comparison. Though it could also be his quirk, couldn’t it? The green lightening that powered him up resting under the skin and turning him into a human version of a static magnet.

“You don’t have to worry so much, no one’s around.” Izuku laughed, free and light, like he didn’t have a care in the world. Which was the whole thing wasn’t it? The prince didn’t have to worry about shady deals and secrets, of keeping his identity a secret, of holding onto every scrap that life threw your way. Someone born with a silver spoon on their mouths could never understand the dangers of having to fight for a place. Not only was he the crown prince of Yuei, he was also an alpha, life was a sea of roses for him.

“I have to worry twofold, for me and for you.” Her head fell back, green eyes settling on the domed ceiling as if she was staring at the night sky, full of constellations and beauty. But no, the sun was still shining through the windows and Lia could see the white paint peeling in one of the corners. She was tired, it was like when Ochako had started to train her quirk, when she would float her friends. It was that same sensation of gravity taking hold of her body again, the sudden weight pulling her to earth. It was off putting and cold.

Suddenly his face was on her field of vision, chest pressing against the top of her head and his hands coming to rest on her hips. It was an oddly intimate position. It brought some semblance of warmth back into her bones.

“I think you’re putting too much on your shoulders.”

A snort escaped her “You can’t be serious, right?”

“I am.” His voice held some sort of finality, as if he was fully expecting her to be quiet and take his words as law. It might as well have been as he continued without allowing her to counter. “You’ve been acting as if you have no one to confide in, but you have your friends don’t you?”

Lia let her head fall back into pace so he couldn’t see the guilt in her eyes, the feeling that was growing inside of her with every word that fell from his lips. Yes, she could have told Ochako and Mina. Could have told them she had been studying the League, trying to get information into every single one of its members. That she was planning to construct a trap to catch them. That she would be using herself as bait.

But then they would want to participate. They would want to leave the lives they had built behind to aid her. They would have destroyed all the hard work just to support her. And Lia would not allow her friends to give up on their lives, couldn’t allow them to sacrifice themselves when only one would be more than enough. All Lia had to do was get close enough to their shadows. Shigaraki would be ideal with his decay quirk, but Dabi would work as well with the strength of his blue flames. It was crazy and dangerous and she would never ask that of her friends.

Never.

“Stop trying to get more ammunition for your blackmail.” Lia swallowed her guilt, buried it deep inside of her, arms crossing over her chest as a way to keep him away. It didn’t work, not when he pulled her even closer, back glued to his front as his hands kept her in place. If she was honest, she didn’t know if she’d have the strength to pull away from his comfort even if they weren’t.

There was frustration on his tone when he spoke again. “You have to trust someone eventually.”

She did. Lia trusted OChako and Mina, so much. They were her friends, her sisters, she would do anything for the two omegas. Even if that meant lying and keeping secrets. Even if it meant that she wasn’t going to allow them to accompany her in what could very well be a suicide mission.

With effort, and horrifyingly, with a whine from the omega inside, the brunette pulled away from the alpha, green eyes closing as she breathed out a soft sigh. At her endless silence, Izuku spoke again. “Some secrets are heavy if carried alone.”

Those words brought her attention back to him, he wasn’t just spewing words, she could feel it in her bones. The way that they seemed to ring heavy with truth, as if he was quite experienced in holding secrets. What a strange idea. That the crown prince would have secrets, would need to hide anything when his life was picture perfect. He could have anything he wanted with a snap of his fingers or a pretty word.

“Some secrets are deadly if spoken aloud.” Lia countered softly, fingers digging into her own arms as they clenched.

Izuku opened his mouth to speak, the doors to the library burst open with a resounding crash that had her startled.

“Deku.” It was a growl, and there was the sound of tiny explosions that made her worry about anything catching onto the books. But what could that mean? The prince didn’t seem as surprised or worried as she was. There was the scent of burning wood and salted caramel, thick and heavy in the air. Alpha, her mind supplied, not interested, but wary.

“Kacchan, you’re back!” his smile was pleased, his eyes held the same feeling, but there was apprehension there as well.

Lia turned to look at the newcomer, recognizing the blonde spiky hair and murderous scowl from the tales Nezu had told her about. Katsuki Bakougo, second in line to the throne, Izuku’s brother. So the explosions had been his quirk setting off, which she still didn’t understand why having into account he should be more than heavily in control of them.

“Yeah, you can bet your ass I’m back.” Crimson eyes didn’t even look her way as he stalked towards his brother, his frame larger than Izuku’s in width, but they were the same height. It just seemed like the blonde had more intent on bulking up muscle than the crown prince had. Or maybe Izuku’s body just wasn’t made for such muscle mass. They were still there under his skin though, she had been able to feel them through his pants when her hands had laid on his thighs that night. “Five fucking months touring the country while your ass was here playing perfect little prince.”

Izuku caught the fist coming to his face as if he had been expecting the attack, as if it was normal occurrence for him to be attacked by his brother. “I take it that it was boring? I thought you would have liked to spar with Shoto.”

A snort came from Katsuki, fist opening and clutching at Izuku’s hand before he was letting out an explosion that had Lia’s eyes widening and a wince leaving the green haired prince. That must have hurt, his glove ruined, some bits of melted leather sticking to the red skin.

“Fucking half and half didn’t even bother to leave his fucking room, claimed he was out with a cold.” Green lightening sparked on Izuky’s legs as he dodged the next attack by jumping away from his brother, fingers already getting rid of his gloves, and she couldn’t help but notice the scars that lined them. The crown prince rarely took his gloves off when he wasn’t sparring, and even that was a rare occasion if his brother wasn’t present. And having into account the three omegas had arrived just after the blonde had left for his diplomatic mission, well, there had never been such occasion before. And when he had taken them the other day, Lia had been more preoccupied with other parts of his anatomy to even focus on his hands.

The sound of another explosion took her out of her thoughts, green eyes going wide as large hands dripped with fireworks, singing the wood floor beneath. Fuck, Katsuki could burn the entire place to the ground if any of the explosions caught into one of the thousands of books that littered the space. Dry paper was the perfect kindling.

“Did you at least wish for a good recovery?” Izuku laughed as he dodged another punch, this one leaving a sizeable ring on the floor, making the omega pale. Why wasn’t the crown prince stopping his brother? Oh God, this was routine for the two of them, wasn’t it?

“’Course I did. Do you think I’m fucking dumb?” red eyes narrowed at green, shoulders being pushed back as the blonde approached his brother with quick strides. Katsuki’s fingers clenched and unclenched, and still Izuku held still with that same pleased smile in his lips.

“Nah, kacchan, I just know that you punch first and ask questions after.” It was a good humored jab that made the blonde huff in frustration.

“Yeah, yeah.” Another wiggle of his fingers and more mini explosions. Lia took a deep breath, shoulders tense as she approached the duo from behind. Izuku’s back was to the large windows, the light streaming in catching perfect shadows on the ground. Pale fingers reached out to touch the blackness on the ground, a second rang, then another and finally, Lia felt the weight of Katsuki’s body.

It was harder to control a living being, like a game of tug of war, both sides pulling. She had the advantage of his obvious disregard for her presence, his complete and utter surprise at the invisible strings coiling on him.

“Enough.” She ground out, sweat beading on her forehead at the pure effort of holding him still. He felt like a rabid animal in her senses, one that would maul her if left to his devices. “You’re going to start a fire.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Izuku’s amusement was clear on his tone, and if Lia didn’t have to concentrate hard on keeping his brother from moving a muscle, she certainly would have thrown him a glare of disbelief. Now was not the time to joke about things like that.

“What. The. Fuck.” A strong pull on her senses, a gasp falling from her lips as energy drained from her rapidly. Katsuki was strong and wild and fuck, she did not want to know what he would do when she let go of him.

“Kacchan say hi to Lia Castro, Nezu’s assistant.” The brunette blinked as the blonde actually moved his head to look at her, fuck, her grip was slipping and he was staring at her with the intent to murder front and center on his eyes. “Shadow puppeteering, isn’t it a cool quirk? I’ve only seen her use it on inanimate objects before, but I did think that she could use it on people too.”

Wait, he hadn’t been sure she could have used it on him and still he had been careful about it? How did his brain work? Where was he hiding all that brain power?

“Fucking let go of me.” Katsuki really didn’t have the tongue of a prince, did he? Lia had seen sailor’s with cleaner mouths than him. Her attention slipped for a second, enough that he could turn her way before the brunette was taking control of his body again. She didn’t know if the turn of her stomach was from her use of her quirk or from dread. “You can’t hold me forever, and when you fucking let go, I’m going to end your pitiful existence. Who the fuck do you think you are using your quirk on me?”

“Kacchan.” Izuku’s voice held a warning, but the blonde ignored it as if it was a mere whisper.

“I’m the fucking prince and you’re…” suddenly his weight wasn’t holding her down anymore, for a second, Lia thought that her quirk had finally whizzed out, that Katsuki would be charging towards her. Instead, it hadn’t been her quirk failing.

The sound of shattering glass was loud and suddenly there wasn’t a shadow beneath her fingers. There was only Izuku’s shape in front of the broken window “Ah, he’s going to be pissed.” It was said in such a nonchalant way that the brunette couldn’t help but blink, tentative steps taking her to the alpha’s side.

She peered over the edge, looking at the growling form of the blonde alpha on the ground “You threw him out of the window.” Another blink of her aqua eyes before they widened as it seemed Katsuki was getting ready to jump to the second floor once more. Shouldn’t he be hurt? It had been quite the fall.

A red haired male tackled and distracted him, and relief flooded her senses as he was further distracted by another group of people making their way to him, calling out his name.

“I would avoid him for a while.” Izuku’s voice was soft, and when Lia looked at him, his eyes were on her.

“Probably for the best.” Her skin felt tight, flesh so heavy on her bones. She had forgotten how straining it was to actually take control of something that would try and pull away from her control. If the prince hadn’t thrown his brother out of the window, her grip would have faltered in the next seconds, and she didn’t doubt that Katsuki would do well with his promises. “I… Thank you?”

“Is that a question?” there he was again. Amusement back in his tone, as if his brother hadn’t attacked him as a greeting, as if he hadn’t stopped him from attacking her.

“No?” Ah, she was too tired to play his games. “It’s just that you didn’t have to do that, he’s your brother after all.”

“How much longer until your quirk would have hit its limit?” he asked instead of supplying her with further information, she bit her lip and looked away.

“I don’t know.” It was an honest answer.

He didn’t seem pleased by it “You don’t even know the limits of your own quirk?”

Lia pressed her lips together, taking a deep breath because… well, because he was right. The brunette had no clues how long she could hold a living being under her control, hadn’t even trained her quirk after the experimentation period. How was she supposed to control someone in the League when she couldn’t even handle having Katsuki still for more than a minute, maybe a minute and a half?

“I’ll take that as a no.” His green eyes returned to his brother’s frame, half hidden by the group of friends that was obviously happy to have him back. Lia didn’t really see the appeal from the few moments she had spent with the second in line. “Kacchan doesn’t hold back for anyone. He would have gone after your throat for stopping him.”

That did not sound good at all. Yeah, Lia would really be avoiding the blonde like the plague if she could help it.

“What was I supposed to do? He was exploding left and right! A spark and the whole library would go up in flames.”

Izuku smiled then “I didn’t say you were wrong in stopping him, just… reckless. Father is going to be pissed we ruined the window again.”

“Again.” A pause as she remembered his words from before. “You also said it wouldn’t be the first time he started a fire.”

His smile was so charming and young, freckles dotting his cheeks in the most attractive of ways, her heart gave a pause before lurching back to life. “Wouldn’t be the first time we’d have to replace invaluable tomes because Kacchan couldn’t control his temper.”

Lia could definitively see that. Leather boots crunched glass as Izuku approached the broken window, stepping onto the ledge, green lightening once again sparkling around his legs. “I better go to him before he comes up.” His smile turned from charming to teasing “See you tonight, kitten.”

She didn’t have time to chide him about the nickname before he was taking a step forward, letting himself fall from the second floor and onto the ground. Laughter boomed from underneath the window alongside yells coming from the second in line.

“Ah, they’re fighting again.” For the third time that day, Lia was startled out of her skin. At least Nezu was a good surprise. He was back on his animal form, a large amalgamation of animal traits, largely of the rodent variety.

“They do that a lot?”

A nod of his head “Yes, quite frequently. Rather, I think prince Katsuki is quite annoyed his brother holds the win against him. Most of their fights end in draws, you see?”

She could see that. Izuku could be frightening with his quirk from what Ochako had told her, words whispered in the barracks about the crown prince being an absolute beast when it came to hand to hand combat. And then there was Katsuki with his temper and explosions, the brunette could definitively see him demolishing his opponents with a smile on his lips.

“I would have liked them to be more mindful of the property though.” Nezu sighed with a sigh before turning on his heel. “Nevertheless, put me up to date on the state of the library and hall of records, Miss Castro. I would like to know how things went in my absence.” He paused and looked at the glass littering the floor “We should also gather a broom and dustpan.”

“Of course, Sir.” Lia smiled at Nezu, though there was a lingering glance out of the window, towards the two figures running through the grounds, coming together from time to time to connect attacks. For a second, Lia had the weird thought that Izuku had thrown Katsuki out of the window to protect her from his wrath.

A laugh fell from her lips at the thought, Nezu’s dark eyes watching her curiously but not commenting. Of course the prince hadn’t done it for her, he probably only wanted to maintain his brother’s attention on whatever they had going on.

Shaking herself, she followed her superior towards the servant passages, where they could find some cleaning tools for the glass.

✧ — ⋆ — ✧

“I told you had to train your quirk.” Ochako looked cute pouting, round cheeks made rounder by the pursing of her lips. Lia sighed and swung her legs in time with the slow beating of her heart, sitting on top of the fence that separated the training grounds from the path to the castle.

Mina tilted her head to the side, bent over at her side, elbow on the flat surface “Ah, babe, we told you it would come to bite you in the ass.”

Tales of the broken window had been diffused through the castle quicker than Lia would have wanted. It seemed that everyone was keen on knowing exactly why the second in line had been thrown out of a second story window, and it seemed that Katsuki didn’t have any qualms in telling them. It usually was accompanied by some kind of threat against her person, something that had the maids giggling and her friends worried. So it seemed like the blonde could hold a grudge, uh…

“You know I don’t feel right using it.” The brunette guessed it could have been worse, after all, she could actually take away someone’s mind. Instead, it was like she hijacked the body. It felt exactly like playing marionettes. She had thought of using it on Izuku out of desperation. She had used it on Katsuki to prevent the library from being destroyed. Still, neither held a deep pleasure inside of her. Lia used her quirk out of necessity, not of want. “He’s kind of right being upset, it is a horrible thing to impose on anyone.”

Ochako huffed out a breath, fingerpads connecting together so she could release the ten rocks she had been floating above them. They fell to the ground with a resounding thud, dirt being kicked into the air as they lodged deep into it. “You speak as if you’ll use it for evil.”

“It has the possibility for that.” What if she was weak? What if she suddenly found herself with loose morals and desperation?

“You’ve only used it on sentient beings in self defense. It’s you, Lia, you can’t do what you aren’t wired for.” Mina’s voice was soft, body scooting over so she could lean her head against her arm, giving the brunette some comfort. Omegas were overall very tactile beings, and close proximity had always soothed her.

They both watched as Ochako touched every single rock once more, lips pressed together as she concentrated. Nothing happened, which meant that she was getting better in delaying the effects of her quirk. Mina continued “The prince seems unhinged. Kinda funny, really. I mean, if you aren’t on the end of his rage, I guess.” She stuck her tongue out “What would you have done if prince Izuku hadn’t thrown him out of the window?”

“Died?” a stifled laugh, but one born of desperation.

“Not an option, babe.” Slowly the rocks started to drift upward. “If you don’t want to use your quirk, fine. But you have to learn some sort of self defense. You can’t keep hiding away in your books and think they will magically protect you.”

“I hate when you’re right.” Lia had to hold herself on the fence as Mina pushed her with a laugh. “I know I should have learned a few tricks, it’s just that…” she had thought more about research than battle “I just am not good at it.”

“You may be bad at battling, but what about evasion?” Ochako touched her chest before jumping, the added weightlessness allowing her to reach the rocks floating above them. She had enough momentum to kick one into a nearby tree, startling the birds away from their nests. “You just need to be able to escape. Running isn’t just for cowards, you know?”

She had never thought about it that way. Cold seeped into her limbs as she thought about the fact that she would be going against the League in the near future. How could she think she had a chance against them when the fact was that she didn’t even know how to use her own quirk efficiently. Lia wouldn’t have to still them, she wanted to actually puppeteer one of them into murdering the others. She was a hypocrite, wasn’t she? Thinking herself above the morality of her quirk when the fact was that she was planning to use it for nefarious purposes. Revenge wasn’t really a noble cause was it?

“I know.” Retreat was a tactic used to regroup, make new strategies, go back into the field with a new outlook. “I guess I just never thought much about it all. I mean, betas don’t really need self defense, you know?”

And omegas were never taught it.

“But they have the choice to get it.” Mina poked her side “We can teach you.”

“Yeah, between Mina and me you can certainly catch a few points.” Ochako landed on top of the fence before sitting down next to her “And then maybe we can ask one of the guys to spar with you just so you get a feel for an opponent that’s bigger than you.”

One by one, the rocks tumbled down to earth. Ah, delayed release. Ochako really was getting so good with her quirk. Lia couldn’t be prouder.

“I’d say Kirishima or Kaminari.” Mina supplied with a thoughtful hum. Lia didn’t know either of the two that her friend had mentioned, but she also didn’t really make it a thing to get acquainted with the guards or soldiers. She knew the scholars and most regular servants, but besides that she hadn’t really tried to meet the people around her. The lesser ties the better. It would already hurt like a bitch to leave her two best friends.

“Kaminari would be better, he’s…” Ochako struggled with a word, Mina supplied it for her.

“Dumb?”

“Dense, Mina. Don’t be mean.” Laughter bloomed between the friends, and Lia’s heart was suddenly full of love for them. Mina and Ochako were worried about her, wanted to make sure that she was safe. It was nice and warm and she couldn’t have asked for better people, could she?

“What? I’m just saying the truth.” Pink curls were fluffed and a tongue was stuck out, which brought another round of laughter.

Of course it had to be ruined.

“You!” Three pair of eyes followed the sound of the voice to its source. Prince Katsuki Bakougo was standing on the other side of the field, to his right there was that red haired man again. He had a hand on the blonde’s shoulder, as if that would prevent him from walking towards the trio.

Katsuki shrugged the hand off his shoulders, hands splayed wide behind him. Lia tilted her head in confusion before her eyes widened as he propelled himself forward with twin explosions, eating the distance between them in just a few seconds. He was seething with anger, scowl turning a face that would be quite handsome into something terrifying. “Do you think you can use your stupid quirk on whoever you want? On me?”

“Last time I checked, quirk usage was permitted.” Ochako tilted her head to the side and Lia almost wanted to tell her to not make herself a target. But her friend could handle herself much better than the brunette ever could, plus, she had a point.

Crimson eyes narrowed at her friend “So they suddenly don’t teach manners to the rabble?”

His friend finally reached them, shaking his head before waving a hand at her friends. “Oh hey, Uraraka, Ashido.”

“Kiri, you can’t tell me you’re friends with him.” Mina puffed her cheeks in a fake pout. Kiri? Was this the Kirishima they had been speaking about? He looked so relaxed, even with a fuming prince next to him.

“Don’t fucking ignore me!” Kirishima clapped Katsuki on the back with a laugh.

“C’mon, Bakougo, you can’t still be pissed she got the drop no you.” That was not the sanest thing to say to the prince when mere hours had passed since their encounter. So it had been a blow to his ego that she had sneaked on him, not that she had used her quirk. That… sort of made sense with what she knew of him so far. “When you fight Deku you pay no attention to your surroundings, I’ve told you that’s a really bad flaw.”

“Fucking shut up.” Katsuki growled, pushing his friend away before taking a few steps towards her, palms crackling with barely contained explosions. “I’m just going to teach her a little lesson. That’s all.” Kirishima shook his head “Gotta make her learn her place in the hierarchy, you know?”

“Ah, it’s your funeral.” A shrug of thick shoulders, body leaning against one of the bigger boulders on the ground. His red gaze was warm as he appraised the three girls near the fence. “You really should learn about your subjects before threatening their friends.”

Fitful confusion appeared on the blonde’s face “Uh? What the fuck you’re talking about?” Ochako moved faster than Lia had seen her move before, made her wonder if she had never deactivated her quirk on herself. One moment she was next to her, the next she was touching Katsuki’s chest, his body loosing balance as he panicked by the sudden lack of weight.

Ochako grinned at him before simply pushing him upward, giving him enough momentum to actually rise at an alarming speed. “What the fuck?” he tried to use his explosions to get back into the ground, but he miscalculated, used to gravity taking its toll on his body. Lia winced as Katsuki hit the ground with an awful crack, oh god, please let him be alive.

Cursing was a relief. He was scratched up and bleeding but fine, that meant that they couldn’t blame Ochako of murdering the second in line, good, that was good. Katsuki cleaned the trail of blood that came from the cut on his forehead, staring at the red liquid with a frown before his murdering intent was square on her friend. “What the fuck is wrong with you women?”

“From what Lia told us, you were going to end up burning the library down. And right now you were about to attack an unarmed civilian.” Mina was careful with her words, but there was still some sort of glee behind them. “All they did was stop a dangerous situation from escalating, something that the prince should be more aware of.”

“If you’re dying for a fight, I’m free tomorrow at ten in the morning.” Ochako smiled sweetly at the prince “Unless you just like attacking people when they least expect it.”

His gaze narrowed “You’re on, cheeks. Going to fucking wipe the floor with your face.” With that he turned and started walking on the opposite direction, Kirishima giving a wave at the three omegas before following his friend.

Lia waited until they were out of earshot to speak. “That was…”

“So cool!” Mina finished for her with a wide grin, Ochako returning the smile and hugging her friends. “’Chako, I really need to watch the two of you fight! Bet it’s going to be the fight of the century.”

Another laugh “I don’t know about that.” A pause as she looked at the way the prince and Kirishima had gone “Hey, guys, he has a really strong scent, doesn’t he?”

Lia sniffed the air, there were hints of wet earth and iron, salted caramel and burning wood, but nothing overpowering. His scent had been strong when they had been in the library, but in an open field like the training grounds, she hadn’t really noticed it.

“I guess.” The darker brunette finally said, it somehow seemed like doom. First it had been the strength of Izuku’s scent to her, the way it seemed to seep into her pores whenever he was near. Now it seemed that Ochako was having a similar reaction to the other alpha prince.

“Don’t you think it’s weird he smells sweet with a kick? I mean, he just seems so…” Mina waved her hand “Prickly?”

“Salted caramel and burnt wood… And he smells like the air after an explosion, that stillness, you know? Like you’re holding your breath and your ears are ringing.” Ochako frowned “Is that even a smell?”

Lia didn’t laugh “No more than lightening is.”

Mina looked between the two of them “Maybe I need to read more, I want to be poetic like the two of you.”

That did bring a laugh out of Ochako and Lia.

✧ — ⋆ — ✧

The day had already been warm, and the night had only taken its mantle. It was good that her room had a window that she could leave open for the air to pass through, lowering the temperature of the room by a couple of degrees. It wasn’t enough but it was something.

Lia closed the book she had been reading with a groan, wondering exactly why she was even bothering with it when it didn’t seem to hold any kind of clues to Dabi’s quirk. Most of it had been first hands account of the Todoroki royal family, a pure line of fire wielders before an ice quirk had been added to the mix. She had thought that she could have gotten some kind of knowledge of the quirk’s drawbacks, so much fire power had to have some kind of downside, but nothing really gave her a glimpse into what it might be.

What if he didn’t have a drawback? Was that even possible?

No, there had to be something that she was missing. A puzzle piece that would shed light on the enigma that was Dabi. After all, even Shigaraki with his Decay quirk, a busted one at that, had the drawback of never being able to fully touch another, wasn’t that right?

There had to be balance in the world, so every strength came with a weakness. She just needed to find what it was, and that wouldn’t happen if she kept reading details about the feats of a royal line that would rather murder someone than accept their weaknesses. Perfection was a damn high objective to strive for. But from the accounts on the book, that was all that was permitted.

A muffled thud, then the sound of leather boots on wood. Lia blinked, brain trying to comprehend that the sound hadn’t come from outside the door but just behind her. From the window.

Slowly, heart hammering on her throat, the brunette turned on her seat only to be met with the pleased features of Izuku Midoriya. The prince was straightening his clothes, the fabric probably rumpled from when he had fucking jumped to her window. His scent was absent, so she guessed he had taken moonclover before deciding to do a bit more of breaking and entering.

Fucking menace.

“You really should close your window, kitten.” His voice was barely a drawl, slow but still teasing, rolling over his tongue and down her body. It was silk and honey, unbelievable soft and sweet.

“I never had to worry about intruders before, your highness.” She scowled at him, or was it at herself? At the fact that he had such an effect, that he could make goosebumps raise on her body just from some simple words and hooded tone.

Izuku smiled at her, distance being quickly eaten up by his long legs, bringing him to lean against the desk she kept in the corner of the room, a simple wooden one that could have passed by a table if it wasn’t by the ink pot and various papers and books across it. And there were twin drawers in each side, bracketing her legs when she sat in front of it, drawers that were usually locked and filled with the research she had done on the League. Kept away from prying eyes even if she was the only one who frequented her room.

Well, at least she had been.

Until Izuku had broken into her room that was.

“Wrong title.” Two fingers tapped her cheek drawing a frown of confusion to her features, his laugh only making it worse. “Did you forget already? The deal.”

“How can I forget it?” her lips pursed into a pout, arms crossing over her chest, and it didn’t escape her notice how his eyes dipped to the way her breasts were pushed together. Her sleeping gown was light and airy, it left her shoulders and decolletage bare to his gaze. It wasn’t like Lia had been expecting him to come, she had been ready to bed after finishing up the book, not a nightly visit.

Which did beg the question…

“What are you doing here?” green eyes rose to her own, his head tilting with that same smile, the one that made her wonder if she had missed some kind of joke that she should have been privy to.

“I told you I would come, didn’t I?”

Had he? The brunette tried to think about their interactions earlier in the day, but she didn’t remember anything that was close to a semblance of him telling her he would be coming to her room. After her obvious negation of the idea, mind you. “No?”

He laughed, green curls bobbing with the movements of his shoulders, his palm cupped her cheek, thumb running circles on the soft skin before he let go. “I told you I would see you tonight.”

Confusion, then a memory of a flippant remark. So that was what he had meant when he said that before jumping out of the window. Lia should probably be less surprised by the obvious disregard for the boundaries that she had been trying to set.

“I remember telling you I didn’t want you on my room, your high…” words got cut by his thumb quickly pressing between her parted lips, right against her tongue. The omega glared at the alpha, the texture of his leather gloves not really soft but also not rough either, it was an in between that was strange having in her mouth.

“I dare you to finish that.” He was still smiling as he took his finger out of her mouth, but there was an edge to it, a teasing that he still hadn’t let go of. That same feeling that she was missing some sort of cosmic joke.

Frustration licked at her senses, and if she was frustrated, she was going to make sure that he would be feeling the effects of it.

“Your highness.” A challenging stare, eyes set on his face wanting to see that stupid smile wiped from his lips. Instead, it widened, it grew sharper. Suddenly she wasn’t feeling so frustrated anymore, rather, it was more like she was feeling cornered. Small prey against the big predator that kept playing as a lamb.

“Brat.” It was pleased, that same slow drawl that had marked his first steps into her room. His fingers splayed on her cheek before running up to her hair, massaging into the scalp. It was making her confused once again. “I can’t believe that you already forgot one of the rules?”

“There are rules?” it was an innocent question, confusion deepening because she didn’t even remember there having been any kind of rules when they had discussed their deal. It was her submission for his silence, nothing more, and nothing less.

“Yes.” He was speaking as if she should have known it.

“Well, you never told me about any rules.” Lia shook his touch as she raised from the chair, huffing in irritation. His hand fell to his side, green eyes narrowing at her frame, as if he was hurt that she had taken a step away from him. It was easier this way, being away from him. It also helped that she couldn’t smell him, just the undertones of alpha that still clung to his skin. “So don’t look so upset, your highness.”

A thoughtful hum “Alright. I guess I did not voice the rest of the rules.” A wry smile was given “But I fully remember telling you what to call me.”

Knowledge only dawned on her after a full heartbeat later, words that had flamed her temper, ones that she had pointedly ignored and promptly forgot about. Lips opened as breath rushed past them, eyes widening at the realization that yes, they were completely alone, privacy contained by a thick wood door.

“There’s your smart brain working.” He slid into the chair without much preamble, and Lia wondered if he would be fine sitting in the simple piece of furniture. Wasn’t he used to padded seats? Something more luxurious?

“Still doesn’t mean you told me about other rules.” His fingers drummed on the surface of the desk, body relaxed and almost soft in the moonlight filtering through the window. It gave him a silver tint that was so pretty it almost hurt. He was rugged and soft at the same time, grace hidden beneath a slick frame.

Izuku patted his thigh with a hand, earning a curious glance.

“Come sit.” It wasn’t a request and it wasn’t voiced like one. His tone though not raised, had a certain hard quality to it. He was leaving no threads for her to pick apart, no way for her to willingly forget that he wasn’t requesting, he was demanding.

Lia sighed and sat down on his lap, hands resting on thick thighs as she tried to get comfortable, adjustments being made with wiggles of her hips that had him shaking in a barely contained chuckle. When she was finally settled, her arms came to cross over her chest. He watched her for what seemed like restless minutes but couldn’t be more than a couple of seconds, and then his right hand reached for the book that had laid forgotten on top of the desk.

“Don’t bother.” The brunette huffed out the words, staring at the book with disdain evident in her features. “All it talks about is the Todoroki line’s successes and accomplishments. The strength of their quirk, the blaze at which it burns.”

He regarded the book before placing it back on the desk “Is that why you were reading it?”

“Isn’t that why you were going to read it?” she countered, green eyes following the path his hand took to settle on her thigh, palm heavy and warm even through the leather and cotton of their garments. “Trying to find the chink in the armor that is Dabi’s powers?”

His free hand moved to put a strand of hair over her ear, fingers then threading through the rest of it, combing the tangles from the day, the ones that she had yet to brush before she braided her hip long hair. The feeling of him petting her hair was nice, comforting, almost domestic in a way. A slow soft purr was given, startling the both of them, snuffing it out as soon as it began.

“You can purr?” Izuku seemed delighted, his motions never faltering while the hand on her thigh squeezed once, as if he was reassuring her that his words were meant to be a praise.

“All omegas can purr.” It was a residue of the animal they had been, before they had evolved, left the furs and sharp teeth behind. The green haired prince gave a nod of his head, and from the corner of her eyes Lia could see just how pleased he was by the fact that he had managed to wrench it out of her.

“So is it just an hormonal thing? What you take, I mean.” He was distracted by his vein of reasoning now, and Lia could only blink as he continued. “It must be if you can still purr when feeling content, but your scent is definitively gone, as if you never had it in the first place. Which would also have to deal with the pheromones you exude.” He was getting excited at the new information. “I have so many questions on how you managed to do that.”

A sigh left her lips “Family recipe.” Was all she said. How could she begin to explain that she came from a line of omegas? That there had been trial and error to develop the concoction? That even after decades it hadn’t been perfected enough for safe consumption? That it took them a couple of months to make it good enough that they weren’t sick for days after it. If it hadn’t been for Mina’s quirk and knowledge of poisons and acids, they probably wouldn’t have made it.

He was silent, probably trying to prompt her into telling him more. But her lips were sealed, and the key was going to be taken to her grave. If the recipe fell into the wrong hands… What stopped pheromones and heats could very well be used to induce them. There were already drugs strong enough for that, aphrodisiacs and enhancers, but the opposite of such a strong potion would certainly line even the deepest pockets.

“You never answered me.” Lia said instead, shifting once more on his lap so she was slightly turned towards him. At his quizzical look, she just tilted her head “If you were or not trying to find Dabi’s weakness.”

“I was.” The words were easily out of his lips, she was jealous of how quick he had been to reply to her. “There has to be something.” The corners of his lips slid down in a displeased expression “Even my own quirk comes with drawbacks.” The last part was low, and if it hadn’t been for how close they were, the brunette probably wouldn’t have heard it.

Lia thought of the scars she had seen on his hand earlier, wondered if they followed a path up his arm, maybe even towards his chest and back? When he fucked her mouth he hadn’t taken any of his clothes off, rather, he’d just slipped them down enough for his length to be freed.

“He can raze entire villages to the ground.” The hand on her thigh was higher she noticed, and fingers clenched on the soft skin through her shift. It was forceful and bordering on painful “I have never seen such fire power before, not even from Shoto.” He let out a frustrated breath “There has to be a way of negating his quirk too.”

Lia looked at her fingers, thinking about the feeling of holding Katsuki down, the threads that had connected the two and allowed her to control his body. She could stop Dabi… maybe. A minute was enough time for someone to do enough damage, but she was still thinking of facing the League alone, so there would be no help.

“Do you think…” she paused trying to word things correctly “When will they have enough to attack?”

“Soon I would guess.” Izuku gave her a contemplating look “They still haven’t recovered from loosing three omegas they had promised for alliances, but they’re recouping ground quicker than expected.”

“They must be stopped.” It was a statement born from deep seated vengeance and the thought of what would happen if they weren’t stopped. How many more lives would be lost to the destruction they wrought if they were allowed to lead an entire nation?

“We’re working on that.” His tone was as soothing as his presence, and Lia thought about the political mission that his brother had left on, then Aiwaza and Nezu. They were trying to get their own alliances, furthering the connections of the kingdom so they could be led if need ever arose. “We could work even better if you admitted your plan to me.”

Lia blinked “My plan?” Her plan was malformed, an obvious glaring hole in it due to the fact she could barely use her quirk efficiently. Not when it came to living beings. Not when they pulled at the strings with such a vicious reaction. “It’s no plan, really.” Just an idea, a thought. Probably a glaring mistake.

“I take that as not yet.” Izuku was once more frustrated at her, Lia could tell, but it didn’t really matter. Whether or not she decided to share her little plan with him was up to her. “I’ll find out eventually.” It was a threat disguised as a promise, or maybe it was both, either way it left her a little breathless at the prospect.

It really wouldn’t do harm to tell the prince about the plan, but the brunette also didn’t wish to give him any more pieces of herself.

“I have to say, though, I’m disappointed there really wasn’t a nest.” His pointed stare diverted to the bed. Besides a few more pillows than was required, it was awfully well put together. It also smelled like clean linen.

“There’s no point in nesting when I have no scent.” She had tried a couple of times when she felt a little homesick, grief catching up to her and bringing her under. But they always felt so wrong she ended up tearing them apart with tears and sobs. Lia had given up the third time it had happened, sobs wracking her small body so hard she had eventually tired herself out and slept on the floor. “Just… The softness feels empty without a comforting scent.”

“Will you ever give it up?” the brunette stilled at the question. Pondered it over as her head fell back into his palm, he had stopped running it through her hair some time ago, choosing instead to hold it at the nape of her head.

“No.” It was a sad whisper, thoughts of what she would be loosing deep set inside of her. But there was so much more to be won by playing the part of the beta, even when she didn’t think she’d survive much if she went after the League. “The world isn’t kind to omegas.”

Izuku let his tongue swipe over the front of his teeth in contemplation “That is true.” It was a displeased sort of drawl “I’ll have to fix it then.”

Laughter knocked the air out of her “You can’t fix it what’s been broken for generations.”

His smile was lazy and predatory “I’ve spent my whole life exceeding expectations, kitten.” His confident tone made her daydream about how a world with less bias would be. How it would feel to be able to fully be herself, with her scent in the air and confidence in her stride. How Ochako could rub it in her rivals faces that they had been bested by an omega. How Mina could effortlessly weave her dangerous knowledge without worry of being called out for not being the meek submissive thing. The image was hazy, murky, like it was but a distant dream. Really distant, like the horizon you could never reach because it was just an imaginary line.

“I hope you manage it.” She began with a soft sigh, eyes falling to the sky she could see through her window. “But my faith is that you will fail.”

“Have faith in me, omega.”

Her eyes returned to him only to blink in surprise, her designation felt almost sinful coming out from his lips. Made her body warm in the strangest of ways. Instinct wasn’t suppressed by the concoction, and it had been made obvious from the beginning that Izuku Midoriya was a menace to it.

“I just know the world, alpha.” She hadn’t expected the growl that left his lips, or the tilt of her own voice as the word slipped past her own. It had been an attempt to ruffle his feathers, and it apparently had worked. Just not in the way that she had anticipated, not when she could feel the growing hardness against the back of her thighs.

“I think I just found a title I like better than Master.” He laughed, still a bit heavy with what she deduced was arousal, but it was amused and light. Lia really liked his laugh, a lot. He leaned forward, nose running over her jaw “Tell me, kitten, did you touch yourself after I left you?”

A flush arose on her cheeks at the mention of the hour or so they had spent together, when he had discovered her secret and blackmailed her into their current arrangement. “No.” She was truthful, and even more spiteful at the reminder of her unfulfilled arousal. “I actually didn’t think about doing it.” Not when she had been pissed off at him for denying her the orgasm that she had craved.

He seemed surprised at that “You don’t touch yourself?”

Oh god, she could feel the heat of her cheeks. Knew for a fact that the pink had turned red with her embarrassment. It didn’t help that his hand had decided to slip under her shift, the fabric bunching around his wrist as his fingers pressed in circles on her inner thigh. Lia opened her mouth, once, twice, only to close it and take a deep breath before she could actually answer him. “That’s not it.” A huff, warmth blooming in her center as he kept petting the inside of her thighs. He wasn’t even close to her core, but it was still really nice. Maybe it was the possibility of him touching her that, the anticipation, that had her holding her breath.

“So you do?”

Another huff, a beat of silence and a small “Yes.”

His hand shifted to her hip, the other sliding to the other side so he could pick her up and move her from his lap to the desk. The brunette was confused, legs pressing together as he grabbed her knees and tugged on them. It was obvious what he wanted her to do, but she didn’t really plan to have him stare at her cunt, that was way too embarrassing.

“Your highness.” Green eyes slid to her as his hands stilled, she blinked her eyes at the obvious displeasure on his face before she remembered the stupid title that he wanted her to call him. It wasn’t like she was doing it on purpose, or maybe it kind of was. The detail just kind of slipped away from her mind as if it wasn’t important.

“Pick a number.” His voice was light, fingers forgoing their place on her knee to wander up her thighs, nails lightly scrapping at the pale skin.

Lia didn’t really understand where it was going, head tilting to the side in contemplation. There had to be something planned, right? His touch was distracting “Uh… Seven?” that was a nice number, right? Her personal favorite was three, but for some reason, she didn’t think that he’d be pleased with it. He appeared thoughtful for a minute or so, as if he was throwing the number around his head. The sound of the chair scrapping against the floor had her jumping on her skin, eyes wide as she stared at Izuku as he raised to his feet.

It seemed she should have been worried as she easily flipped her over, bending her over the desk, the corner digging into her hips as her weight settled on it. The weirdest thing was the fact that she wasn’t bothered by the fact that Izuku was manhandling her, rather, she could feel that same warmth spread over her body, collecting between her legs. She didn’t really know what to think about it, neither did she have time to as her shift was pulled up her body, white fabric being bunched up at her waist. Though the night was warm, it still brought goosebumps across the skin that had been uncovered, head turning so she could look at him over her shoulder.

His hands splayed over her ass, one cheek in each hand, thumbs just close enough to her heat that it had Lia biting her lip. Strangely enough, his eyes moved to hers, smile on his face, it left her puzzled before she noticed from the corner of her eye as his right hand lifted from her, up, up and then in a resounding smack, down again.

It wasn’t painful per se, there was a sting that faded as quick as it came, warmth blooming across the reddened skin. What it had been was surprising, startling her into gasping much to his obvious pleasure. “What the fuck?”

His smile broadened into a grin “I was hoping you’d have picked higher.” He confessed with a teasing tilt to his tone, hands kneading her flesh almost absentmindely “Don’t think you’re going to learn with just seven hits.”

Lia blinked at him “Learn?”

A nod “How to properly address me, kitten.” Oh, the whole master thing. He did say that she was going to receive punishment for breaking that rule, didn’t he?

“I did address you properly.” A roll of her eyes and another hit of his hand, this time his left one. Redness and warmth spread over the left side of her ass making her squirm against the unyeilding surface of the desk. “And while we’re at it, you’re going to become aware of the rest of the rules.”

A roll of her eyes and a huff “Fine, whatever.”

Displeased with her dismissive behavior, his left hand raised from her body to tangle in her hair, grabbing a fistful of brown tresses and pulling until her back arched off the desk. “I would have never expected you to be such a brat.” Mirth was plainly displayed on his tone and it made her huff. “No, really. I knew you had a temper after I saw you put one or two soldiers down a peg. But I never thought you’d be this difficult.”

“So what? Gonna leave me hanging every time I don’t play the perfect little slave?”

“Where in our arrangement was written that I had to get you off?” he countered in a taunt that left her breathless, as if she had suddenly forgot to breathe. “I asked for your submission as a bargaining chip, kitten, I never said your pleasure mattered.”

She had just assumed it would matter. That it was an integral part of the whole damn thing, her submission meant this kind of stupid games, and now he was telling her that he was just going to get his fill and then leave her behind in the dust?

“You’re in luck, though, I’m nice.” That was a damn lie, he was a menace that was what he was, someone that made her rethink everything that went around her. Someone that left her reeling with how much she actually wanted him now that he was close. He could be her destruction, but in a way she kind of hoped that he could be her salvation too. A snort was given and Izuku hummed at the outburst “If you had behaved that first night, I would have made you come, kitten. I had planned on it.” A slight smile “Though I guess I’m very surprised a little virgin like you got wet just from sucking cock.”

Oh, his words were filthy and it left her squirming on his grasp at the feelings the words elicited in her.

“Who says I haven’t done everything but penetration before?”

“Have you?” his question was amused.

Lia tensed, pursed her lips together, thinking about lying, about telling him of the various experiences she had after her village was attacked. But in the end, Lia simply deflated and tiredly muttered “No.”

“Thought so.” She hated how smug he sounded, it shouldn’t bring the sort of delicious warmth that settled on her belly, but somehow it did. Lia was obviously hopeless when it came to the damn alpha, wasn’t she? How much easier her life would have been if he hadn’t noticed her, if she had kept a lower profile. “This is how this is going to work, kitten. You’re up for seven hits, and for each one, you’re going to repeat the rule I will tell you and apologize.”

“Ok.” Sounded easy enough, really, just spew back some words while he was hitting her ass. Easy. She had more than enough fat between the muscle and skin that his hands couldn’t hurt that much, right? A warning tug on her hair, what was he expecting? She was already starting to get sore from arching her bag for a while. Another few seconds of silence, stretchy but at the same time stiff, and then a groan from her as she remembered what he wanted. “Fine, ugh. Ok, master.” It was said with as much vitriol as she could muster.

“Better. We need to work on that attitude, though.” He mused with a chuckle before continuing “When alone, you will address me properly as master.” A pause as he added “Or alpha.”

A slap was given to her ass, short but packed with force, actually drawing a surprised hiss out of her at the sting. It ebbed away into warmth that settled strangely close to her core just by the thought of how she was at his mercy. “When alone, I’ll address you properly as Master or Alpha.” Lia parroted without much interest, adding after a beat of silence “I’m sorry, Master.”

He hummed pleased and slackened his hold, hand still on her hair but now Lia could settle better into the desk, releasing the strain in her muscles from having her back arched.

“Unless given permission, you are not to touch yourself.”

A hit. She repeated his words back to him with an added apology, said through clenched teeth because how dare he manipulate when she would be touching herself?! God, she wanted to hit him in the head. Her hands were clutching her own arms, trapped beneath her own weight, it wasn’t like she could find purchase anywhere else.

“You will be honest with me when you answer my questions.”

A third hit, another repeat of his words and the apology. So far Lia had been quite honest with him if she answered his questions, the other half she simply ignored that he had asked her a question. So it wasn’t like this one would be hard to keep.

“When we’re alone together, you’re going to obey my orders.”

Wasn’t that a given? Still, she parroted the words after he hit her ass and tacked on the apology like he wanted. Her skin was starting to get sensitive, each hit increasing in strength and leaving a lasting sting and warmth. Lia couldn’t help but think the combination of being under his control and the warmth in her skin was heady, leaving her brain somewhat fuzzy and her center aching. How could she be enjoying this humiliating display?

“That’s all the rules, actually.” He seemed amused by that fact, the brunette didn’t really care much about how many they were. He could have one hundred of them and she still would try and find loopholes to exploit. “So I guess now you just need to apologize.”

That would be easier. Lia hummed in agreement and wiggled her ass a little, drawing a laugh out of him, one that belied the strength behind his next hit. Lia hissed at the sting, his hand splaying against the sensitive skin and rubbing it in a soothing manner before his other hand came down with the exact same strength on the other cheek. Two consecutive apologies were given after a beat of silence, anticipation causing her to clench her muscles, made the final slap hurt like a bitch.

“I’m sorry, Master.” Tears had been brought to the corner of her eyes, not even near enough to spilling but all she could feel was the heat radiating from her abused skin… and straight into her cunt. And it was awfully humiliating how he grabbed both cheeks, hand finally leaving her hair to part them, give him a sight of her wet nether lips.

She wasn’t drenched, not by a wide margin. But she was still wet. Aroused. Turned on. It wasn’t even the spanking in itself that had caused it, though it did aid in some way. It was the knowledge that he was in control of it all. That he could do whatever pleased with her. It was ridiculous and she wanted to slap herself.

His thumb traced the outline of her, bringing a shiver to wrack across her body at the soft ministrations. “You liked this more than you thought you would, didn’t you?”

A non committal hum earned her another slap on the already abused skin of her ass, body squirming under the attention, breath coming out in a gasp. “Hey! You said seven.”

“That was before you decided to keep being a brat.” Lia huffed and tried to find her footing on the floor to right herself, that earned her yet another slap. “Is it hard to admit that you actually enjoy this?”

“Yes.” She was being petulant, in a way she knew it. But why did he want her to admit that the thought of doing this kind of things with him wasn’t unpleasant? That the way he kept controlled their time together was awfully arousing for some reason? She would never have expected that actually submitting to an alpha would have pleased her this much. It was silly and humiliating. Just how much she was actually enjoying it all.

Izuku laughed at that, body pressing against her own, weight settling on top of her and making want shoot through her veins like lightening. She could feel the outline of his erection against the soft flesh of her thighs, and that wasn’t even counting the absolute mass of him when compared to her smaller frame. He could destroy her if he wanted. She wanted him to destroy her.

The thought had her flushing a deep red, soft hiss escaping her when he pressed further against her thighs, the fabric of his shirt scrapping against her sore ass, it should have been unpleasant, instead, she found herself clenching in need. A hand wrapped around her throat while the other collected the wetness between her lower lips, trailed down until he found her clit. A bolt of pleasure shot through her, thighs pressing together to alleviate the dull ache of arousal that it elicited, her fingers curled against her palms and her teeth worried her bottom lip.

It was nice, good, she wanted more. But his weight on top of her prevented Lia from actually wiggling her hips to get him to move his fingers. To have him rubbing her clit and bringing her to orgasm. The one that he owed her since that night.

And yet, the fact that he was holding her still, making her take what he gave and unable to search for more was making her actually pant from desire. He could have done anything to her and she would have taken it. Her forehead pressed against the cool wood of the desk when he finally, fucking finally, started to rub soft circles on her clit, building up the coil of pleasure that started to gather right under her navel.

“Think you can cum just from having your clit rubbed?” his question was said in such a light tone that for a couple of seconds she could only blink at the wall. But the silence that fell on them was enough for her to understand that he did wish for an answer.

So she gave it to him with honesty “That’s how I do it, Master.” The title seemed to slip easier from her lips when there was pleasure clouding her judgment. The little pleased hum he gave washed over her like a caress, making her shudder underneath him.

“You never tried to have anything inside of you?”

How could she explain it to him without sounding stupid or weird? “My fingers just don’t cut it.” It was like she they were not enough, that she couldn’t get properly filled by them. Though she guessed most she had tried was two, but then the position had been weird…

Her train of thought got cut by his finger sinking into her core, green eyes blinking as her walls hugged the digit tightly, unused to the obstruction. It felt bigger than her own, after all, it was bigger. But there was also something kind of illicit brewing inside of her at the thought that it was his finger breaching her. “Oh.” Lia breathed out, clenching reflexively.

“Why?” his moved his hand, not to pull away but so his thumb could find her clit again, rubbing tiny circles on it that actually had her seeing stars behind her eyelids.

“Too short, too small, I don’t know.” Her voice was foreign to her, panted and heavy and too lewd to be her own. But it had fallen from her lips. “I tried two but it never felt as good as just rubbing my clit did.” She should be embarrassed that she was telling him all of that, but really, she was beyond rational thought by that point. All she could concentrate was the way he was touching her, with little circles on her clit that were becoming faster and his finger unyielding inside of her.

Her breath hitched as he slowly slipped a second finger inside, the stretch so delicious it had her trembling and panting in need. It felt so much nicer than her own fingers, his were thicker, longer, made her feel full in a way that she couldn’t understand but that brought her pleasure anyway. Lia whined when his thumb was removed from her clit, but it was for the greater good as he began to move his fingers.

Green eyes rolled to the back of her head at the sensation of them dragging in and out of her, aided by the fact that by then, she was drenched. “I think you just like to be stretched.” To prove his point, he parted his fingers inside of her, making her clench so hard on them she thought she would actually break them. He laughed breathely “That’s going to feel really good when it’s my cock spreading your tight cunt.”

The only thing dirtier than his words was the movement of his fingers. They were back together, thrusting in and out of her at a quickening pace that left her moaning and quivering underneath him, she probably would be trashing and trying to buck her hips if his weight didn’t keep her pinned. And that helplessness only aided the arousal swirling like a hurricane through her body.

“Would you like that, kitten? You’ve had it in your mouth before, didn’t you? You know just how much it’s going to stretch this tight little hole of yours.” He laughed at her high pitched whine, and fuck, it burned when he pushed a third finger inside. But it was a good kind of burn, one that was going to leave her sore and spent and oh so pleased.

“Please.” More of his weight rested on her, the hand on her throat tightened to the point breathing came a little harder. Together with the movement of his fingers it left her empty of everything but the burning arousal scorching paths through her veins.

She couldn’t move, couldn’t think. He was giving her what he thought he should give, nothing more and nothing less. Controlled, dominant, alpha. Her whines crescendoed alongside her moans, thighs quivering as she came closer and closer to the peak, to that sensation of tensing and relaxing at the same time.

Even the little twitches of pain that came from her still sensitive ass aided the arousal. God, she was in absolute purgatory, trying to reach heaven by any means possible.

“Please what?”

“Please, Master.” She chocked out between moans, fingers trying to find purchase on something but only meeting smooth wood.

It did seem that those were the combination of words that he wanted to hear, his thumb returned to her clit and after a particular hand thrust of his fingers, she was clenching around them with a chocked sob. Her body tensed as her high crashed and then she simply relaxed, boneless against the table because holy fuck, was that how every orgasm because of a partner felt like?

Izuku slipped his fingers from her, the sensation strange after being so full of them, feeling empty, clenching around nothing in reaction as well as aftershocks of her orgasm. The hand on her throat made a path towards her shoulder blades, keeping her against the desk. Like she was even thinking of moving a muscle for the next hour or so. Lia just felt so good, relaxed and content.

Her post orgasmic bliss was only heightened as suddenly his scent hit her out of nowhere, the scent blocker he had used wearing off. The brunette was hit by pine and leather and lightening, the scent enveloping her, darker with his arousal. And then she felt warmth hitting the back of her thighs and the curve of her ass. Curiosity made her look over her shoulder, breath hitching at the sight of the prince fisting his own cock, cum dribbling down the head and towards his fingers.

“Good girl.” His voice was satisfied, length softening in his grasp, and then his next words had instinct flaring up inside of her, loud purr echoing on the room. “Good omega.”

Her eyes closed, purring still rolling on her chest even as their combined release on her skin was starting to cool down, becoming stickier by the second. She was so blissed out she didn’t even notice him move around her room, not until he was cleaning the mess between her legs - her own cause; and the one on her thighs and ass - his own. The cloth on her ass brought a hiss about, purr dropping but still there.

“Yeah, you’re going to be sore for a few days.” He didn’t sound apologetic.

Lia snorted at him, eyes opening as she finally moved, straightening herself, shift falling back in place as she stood to her full height, it wasn’t much when the top of her head only reached his chin, but it was more than if she had been bent over the desk. “Don’t sound so smug.”

“Can’t help it.” He laughed, warm and jovial and ah, her purring was back to full volume. The brunette hoped that everyone near was asleep or that they mistook her for an overly friendly cat that snuck into the castle. “I made an omega purr.”

“Not by making my ass red.”

“No, by making you come around my fingers.”

Lia choked on a laugh, too at ease around Izuku in the haze of what had been the best orgasm she had… ever. Not that she had much grounds for comparison when the previous ones had been made by her fumbling fingers.

“You’re stinking up my room.” She chided instead of giving him a remark, it was also a wake up call for her because she wasn’t half as bothered by his scent permeatting her room as she thought she would be. And it was mortifying when she wondered if he would give her something with his scent for her to add to her bed.

“I didn’t think the moonclover would wear off so quickly.” He was kind of apologetic, but still pleased with himself, she could notice it in the way his eyes were still warm and shiny.

“The more you use it the less effective it becomes, that’s the side effect of moonclover.” But if you added a few more ingredients you could counteract it effectively, she could have told him, but then maybe she wouldn’t get to smell him and the omega in her whined at the mere thought.

“I’ll find a replacement.” Izuku promised while she just shrugged her shoulders.

“Just don’t scent my room and we’ll be fine.” Oh wow, she could be nonchallant it seemed. What was wrong with her? And why hadn’t she stopped purring yet?

The prince straddled the window he had come from before putting both legs on the other side, sitting on the windowsill with a grin “I’ll see you around, kitten.”

For the second time that day, he jumped out of the window, probably using his quirk to land safely or something of the sort. Lia didn’t bother to close the window, she still felt like her body was on another plane, so she just moved to the bed, discarding the cloth he had used to clean her, snorting as he had left it on top of her bed. Laying down, she fluffed a couple of the pillows and moved them until they were just right for her to settle into them. As her brain started to get rid of the fog from their encounter, realization swept over her at the fact that he hadn’t promised her he wouldn’t scent her room. Izuku had taken a page out of her book and simply redirected her attention to something else.

She couldn’t find it in herself to care, though it didn’t change a tested and true fact.

He was a fucking menace.