#Combat Lifesaver Course

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I genuinely don't know, but considering gunpowder is about 75% potassium nitrate

I don't think this is the move

I call this the create a new problem technique

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Hey girly, my favorite fic of yours is “Madness” I absolutely adore jealous Elijah(and all my boys for that matter) I would like to request something smutty were reader is making Elijah jealous and than he demands to be shown some respect *wink* *wink*. I know you wrote a few fics like this but I L O V E that trope and I would like to see more if you have any ideas.

thankssss in advance, sending lots of hugs to you 🫶🏻

Chaos

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{Elijah Mikaelson x f!Reader} A punk-themed night out with the Mikaelsons reveals a side of Elijah you’ve never seen before... and a chance to push boundaries neither of you ever expected.

♡♡ Hello darling @hiddledede-heddlededo!! I adore exploring Elijah's wild, dominant side… so why not throw him into a setting that lets him fully unleash it?? ~ ♡♡

7.8k words - Warnings: smutt, Kol being a flirt, Klaus rocking a mohawk, Rebekah is only going so she can snack on a punk rocker, Elijah taking what he wants, mosh-pits, dom!Elijah, oral sex (f!receiving), little but of butt stuff (also f!receiving), a dash of sir kink, riding, blood drinking, commanding Elijah && lots of punk / metal vibes ...

I'll be tagging ya'll in the comments from now on... because tumblr is not built for tagging lots of users... if you want off the tag list just shoot me a DM!!! (I won't be offended ~xo)

The compound was alive with chaos. Heavy guitar riffs and screaming vocals blasted through the speakers, shaking the walls as you carefully applied your eyeliner at Rebekah's vanity. The faint scent of whiskey lingered in the air, mingling with the sharp tang of nail polish and the distinct musk of leather jackets piled in the corner.

Rebekah was rifling through her closet, tossing clothes haphazardly over her shoulder in search of something remotely punk or goth. A pair of fishnets flew through the air and landed on the bed.

"Rebekah, what are you doing?" you asked, pausing to set the eyeliner down and stand up.

"I can't find anything!" she wailed, slamming the closet doors shut with an air of theatrical defeat.

"Don't worry," you said, picking up the fishnets and smoothing them out with a small laugh. "I have a dress for you that matches the theme perfectly. But you should definitely wear these. They're sexy."

Rebekah snatched them up with a dramatic sigh of relief. "Thank you, darling. You're a lifesaver."

"Of course," you replied, flashing her a quick smile before turning back to the vanity. You picked through her cluttered makeup stash. "Do you have any dark lipstick? Deep red or black would be perfect."

Rebekah nodded, rummaging through a pile of scattered tubes as Kol came bursting through the door. He was a sight to behold. Decked out in all black, with ripped jeans, spiked bracelets glinting on his wrists, and combat boots that looked like they could survive a war. In one hand, he balanced a bottle of bourbon, while the other clutched a portable speaker blaring screeching guitar riffs.

"Are you ready?" he asked, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Almost. We're still deciding on outfits," you replied, laughing as he flung himself onto Rebekah's bed like a rockstar who'd just survived a long set.

Kol took a swig from the bourbon before offering it to you. "Liquid courage, darling?"

You hesitated for only a second before taking the bottle, pretending his playful charm wasn’t contagious. "Thanks, Kol," you said, the burn of the whiskey warming your throat.

He leaned back, plucking the eyeliner pencil you’d left on the vanity and spinning it between his fingers. "I remember when ladies used to color their eyes with coal and berries. Fashion has certainly changed," he mused, his tone light but teasing.

"Want to try it?" you asked.

"Why not?" Kol grinned mischievously.

You stepped closer, grabbing his chin gently. As you leaned in to line his eyes, you couldn’t help but laugh at the boyish excitement glinting in his dark irises. You tried to push thoughts of someone else’s dark, brooding gaze out of your mind.

As you finished lining Kol’s eyes, you smudged the edges just enough to give him a grungy, rebellious look. He turned to the mirror, tilting his head this way and that before flashing you a devilish grin.

"I must say, you’ve outdone yourself, darling," he said, striking a dramatic pose. "Do I look devastatingly handsome? Or perhaps... devastatingly misunderstood?"

"You look ridiculous," you said, laughing as you swatted his arm. "But it’s perfect for tonight."

Kol leaned back on the bed, his grin turning wicked. "Speaking of tonight, are you hoping to catch anyone’s eye? Or just hoping a certain someone finally notices how ravishing you look?"

You froze, your heart skipping a beat. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, don’t play coy with me," Kol said, wagging a finger. "You know exactly who I mean. A certain noble brother of mine who prefers brooding in corners over having any fun."

Your cheeks burned, and you turned back to the vanity, pretending to busy yourself with your makeup. "I have no idea what you’re talking about."

Kol let out a bark of laughter, swinging his legs off the bed and walking over to lean against the vanity beside you. "Come now, love. I see the way you look at Elijah… Like he hung the stars themselves. It’s positively nauseating."

You shot him a glare through the mirror. "Kol, drop it."  

"Why should I?" he asked with a wicked grin. "It’s not like you’re being subtle about it. Though, I’ll admit, my dear brother could use someone to rattle that insufferable composure of his."  

Rebekah breezed into the room, holding up a slinky black silk dress. "This the one you were talking about?"

You nodded, relieved for the distraction. "Yep. That one will look killer."

"Fantastic." She smiled, grabbing the bourbon from Kol and taking a swig.

You grabbed the black fishnet top and red leather mini skirt from the bed and held them up. "Kol, if you’re going to hang around, at least turn around while I change."

He smirked, raising his hands in mock surrender. "As you wish, my modest little dove," He spun on his heel, facing the wall.  

You rolled your eyes and disappeared into the walk-in closet. Once you were safely inside, you pressed your forehead against the wall, a groan escaping your lips. Of all the people to notice your attraction to Elijah, why did it have to be Kol?

You slipped off your shirt, replacing it with the fishnet top. The sheer fabric clung to your skin, and the bra underneath added just the right amount of daring to the look. As you wiggled into the red leather mini skirt, Kol’s voice broke through your focus.  

"Elijah, though," he mused aloud, clearly unable to keep quiet. "He’d probably combust at the sight of you in a skirt like that. All that decorum? Poof. Gone."  

You rolled your eyes, listening to Rebekah giggle as you tugged your skirt into place, the material hugging your hips snugly. "Kol, do you ever shut up?"  

"Not when there’s fun to be had," he quipped. "Though, if I’m being honest, I might have to lend Elijah a hand tonight. He could use the push."  

You groaned, reaching for your knee-high black boots. "Kol, whatever you’re scheming, just stop. Please."  

"Darling, I would never scheme," he said, the exaggerated indignation in his voice making it clear he was lying.  

After zipping up the boots and smoothing down your skirt, you turned toward him. "Alright, you can look now."

Kol spun around, and his eyes swept over you with a dramatic flourish. He let out a low whistle, his grin widening. "Well, well. Someone looks ravishing. Don't you think, sister?"

"Oh, yes." Rebekah laughed. "That outfit is positively sinful."

"I don't know," you said, biting back a smirk. "Do you think it's too much?"

Kol’s grin softened into something almost mischievously kind. "Darling, let me give you some advice: Elijah may act like he’s above all this chaos, but trust me, he notices. And he cares more than you think."

You frowned, checking yourself out one last time in the mirror, fiddling with a tube of lipstick. "He doesn’t even like this kind of thing. We have nothing in common, Kol. Why would he ever-"

"Please," Kol interrupted, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Elijah is the king of pretending not to care while secretly caring far too much. The trick is pulling him out of his little bubble. Tonight, my dear, you’ve got the perfect opportunity."

Your heart fluttered at the thought, but you quickly shoved it down. "Kol, you’re ridiculous."

"And you’re in denial," he shot back, winking as he plucked the lipstick from your hands and held it up. "Now, are we going with the deep red or black? Because trust me, Elijah won’t be able to take his eyes off you either way."

You snatched the lipstick back with a huff, trying to suppress the smile tugging at your lips. "You’re impossible."

"And you’re smitten," Kol said, his grin widening. "Now hurry up, or we’ll be late for the party. I have a reputation to uphold, after all."

As he sauntered out of the room, the sound of his laughter trailing behind him, you let out a shaky breath. Maybe Kol was right. Maybe tonight wasn’t just about wild music and dancing. Maybe it was your chance to show Elijah a side of yourself he’d never noticed before.

The thought sent a thrill through you, and you turned back to the mirror with renewed determination.

"Deep red it is," you murmured to yourself, a small smile playing on your lips.

You and Rebekah sat on the plush couch in the living room, passing a half-empty bottle of whiskey back and forth as the pounding music from Kol’s speaker vibrated through the walls. The anticipation of the night buzzed in the air, matching the light, happy buzz from the alcohol warming your veins.

"I cannot wait for tonight," Rebekah said, leaning back against the couch, her fishnet-clad legs stretched out in front of her. "It’s been ages since we’ve gone out like this."

You nodded, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "I can't remember the last time I went to a real party," you admitted.

The heavy thud of boots descending the stairs announced the arrival of Kol and Klaus. They entered the room like they were walking onto a stage, heads held high and swaggering grins on their faces. Klaus had his hair gelled up into a perfect mohawk. He was dressed in ripped jeans, chains, and a leather jacket adorned with pins. "How do I look?" he asked, spreading his arms wide.

"Ridiculous," Kol replied, but the pride shining in his eyes was undeniable.

Rebekah laughed, rising to her feet and twirling in a circle. Her black dress clung to her body, leaving little to the imagination, and the fishnets underneath made her legs look a mile long. "Well, what about me?"

"These headbangers will eat you alive," Klaus said, winking as he tossed her a leather jacket.

She caught it with ease, slipping it on and grinning at her brothers. "I plan on eating them, actually," she purred.

Kol flopped onto the couch beside you, throwing an arm over your shoulders. "What’s this? Are you two already tipsy? We haven’t even left yet!"

"Don’t worry about us," Rebekah said with a smirk. "We can handle ourselves better than you."

Kol opened his mouth to retort, but the conversation was cut short by the sound of Elijah clearing his throat from the doorway. The room fell silent as everyone turned to look at him.

Elijah stood there, his usual tailored suit in place, his tie perfectly knotted. His brow furrowed slightly as his gaze swept across the group, lingering briefly on Klaus’s mohawk, Kol’s eyeliner, and finally, the whiskey bottle in your hand.

"Well," he said, folding his arms, "I see you’ve all fully embraced the theme."

Klaus shrugged, tossing a casual grin in his brother's direction. "We’ve got to blend in, don’t we? Showing up out of place wouldn’t do."

"Of course," Elijah replied, his eyes never leaving yours. Your cheeks warmed under his gaze, and you took a quick sip from the bottle, hoping the alcohol would calm your racing heart.

"You should come with us, Elijah," Kol said, flashing a mischievous grin.

"Absolutely not," Elijah replied without hesitation, his tone calm but firm. His gaze shifted to Klaus’s mohawk, a flicker of disapproval crossing his features. "I think it’s clear I’m not suited for... whatever this is."

Kol clapped a hand over his chest in mock offense. "Oh, come now, brother. Where’s your sense of adventure? A little music, a little chaos. It might even loosen that tie of yours."

Elijah’s expression didn’t change, and he didn't miss a beat as he responded, "No, thank you."

You felt a pang of disappointment as his eyes moved away from you. He wasn't interested. Of course he wasn't. You took another sip of whiskey, trying not to dwell on the sting.

"Fine, if that's what you really want," Kol said, shrugging as he rose from the couch. He reached out and grabbed your hand, pulling you to your feet, a teasing smile on his lips. "The rest of us are off to find trouble. If you change your mind, you're welcome to join."

Klaus and Rebekah fell into step behind him as the four of you made your way toward the door. You paused briefly, looking back at Elijah. Your eyes met for a brief moment, and his expression softened slightly. He gave you a small, reassuring smile, and a spark of hope flared inside you.

Maybe Kol was right. Maybe you just needed to give him a reason. You stopped in the doorway, turning back to face him, a flurry of emotions swirling in your chest.

"It won't be the same without you," you said softly.

Elijah looked at you for a long moment, his expression shifting from conflict to quiet resolve. He sighed, stepping toward you, and his voice was soft when he spoke, "Perhaps a night out wouldn't be the worst thing in the world."

"That's the spirit!" Kol cheered, his grin widening.

Elijah rolled his eyes, but you could see the small, affectionate smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He glanced down at your outfit, his gaze sweeping across you. You felt heat rise to your cheeks, and you couldn't help but smile as his eyes met yours.

Elijah’s gaze lingered for a moment longer before looking away. He cleared his throat and straightened, the composed mask slipping back into place. "If I’m to join you, I should dress appropriately," he said, his tone carrying its usual calm authority.

"Meet us outside when you're ready," Kol called as Elijah disappeared up the stairs.

"Wonder what he'll come up with," Klaus said, an amused smirk curling his lips.

"An all black suit?" Rebekah mused, her lips twisting into a playful grin.

"A turtleneck and sunglasses?" Klaus added, chuckling at the image.

Minutes later, Elijah came strolling out of the compound wearing a long sleeve black shirt, dark jeans and black leather jacket. His hair was still slicked back, but there was a slight messiness to it. As if he'd ruffled his fingers through his hair, but still wanted to maintain some level of control.

"What do you think?" he asked, turning to face the group.

Klaus let out a snort of amusement. "You look almost... approachable. It’s unsettling."

You walked over to Elijah, feeling a small spark of bravery as you reached up and messed up his hair a bit more, causing it to fall into his eyes. "There. Now you're perfect," you said with a soft smile.

Elijah raised an eyebrow, but he was smiling. "Perfect for what?"

You shrugged. "Whatever you want," you replied.

His gaze drifted over your face, landing on your lips. You swallowed, suddenly aware of how close you were standing. You could smell the faint scent of his cologne, see the soft stubble along his jaw, feel the warmth radiating off his body. You were tempted to reach out and touch him, but you pulled back instead.

"So, are we ready?" Kol asked, breaking the tension.

You stepped back from Elijah, your heart racing. "Definitely."

The party was held in a massive warehouse, its towering ceilings lost in shadow and its walls covered in glowing graffiti under blacklights. Purple and blue lights flickered in rhythm with the pounding music, casting the packed crowd into a surreal, shifting glow. The scent of sweat and alcohol lingered in the air, mingling with the haze of fog and cigarette smoke.

Kol was a force of nature, pushing through the throng and carving a path to the center of the floor. He turned to face you and the others, raising his voice over the roar of the crowd. "What do you say? Shall we make our presence known?"

You nodded and let him drag you forward, laughing as the music grew louder and the bodies closed around you. Soon, you were swept up in the chaos. Your heart pounded in time with the bass, the rhythm coursing through your veins.

Elijah watched you disappear into the crowd, he let out a sigh.

"Having second thoughts, brother?" Klaus asked, a teasing smirk on his lips.

"Something like that," Elijah muttered, his gaze sweeping across the room. Everyone was slamming into each other, acting animalistic as they moved to whatever chaotic, screaming vocals were currently blasting through the speakers. He didn't understand how anyone could enjoy something like this.

Rebekah looped her arm through his and tugged him toward the makeshift bar. "Come on. I'm sure we can find a drink to your liking," she said, dragging him along.

Elijah let out a huff, allowing himself to be dragged across the room.

Rebekah's smile widened as she flagged down the bartender. "Two shots, please."

Elijah looked up at the rafters above them, wondering what he'd gotten himself into. "What exactly are we drinking?"

"Tequila," Rebekah said, placing two shot glasses on the counter. She picked one up, and held it out to him. "Bottoms up."

Elijah let out a resigned sigh and reached for the glass. "Fine. Bottoms up," he said, tapping his glass against hers.

The liquor burned his throat, but it did nothing to loosen the tension in his body. He felt the weight of a dozen gazes on him, the whispers and stares following him wherever he went.

"This place is crawling with vampires," he murmured, scanning the room.

"I know," Rebekah said, tossing back the last of her whiskey. "You worried for our human friend? Because you know she's safe as long as we're around."

Elijah glanced in the direction where he'd last seen you, and found the spot empty. A twinge of worry ran through him, and he leaned forward, raising his voice. "Where is she?"

"Relax," Rebekah said, laughing. "She's with Kol, he won't let anything happen to her."

Elijah felt his jaw tense. The thought of you being alone with Kol, in this crowd, filled him with a mixture of apprehension and jealousy. He shook his head, trying to focus on the task at hand.

Rebekah raised an eyebrow. "What's the matter? Worried about Kol? Or is there someone else on your mind?"

Elijah looked at her sharply. "No. Why would you say that?"

"Because you want her all to yourself," Klaus chimed in, ordering two drinks. One for himself and one for a heavily tattooed blonde that had been eyeing him for the past five minutes.

"I do not," Elijah insisted.

Rebekah scoffed. "Sure, keep telling yourself that. Just admit it, you like her. That's why you came tonight."

"I came because Kol was relentless and I had no choice," Elijah snapped.

Klaus snorted, turning to his sister. "What Elijah really means to say is 'I can't let Kol steal the girl I'm so obviously in love with,'" he said.

"I am not in love with anyone," Elijah insisted, ignoring the fact that his eyes were still searching for you in the crowd.

"Right," Klaus said, a smug smirk curling his lips. He leaned closer, lowering his voice. "Why don't you just tell her how you feel? Unless, of course, you're afraid she'll reject you. I wouldn't blame her. Who would ever want a boring stick-in-the-mud like you?"

Elijah gave Klaus a look that could have frozen hell, but his brother simply laughed, winking at the tattooed blonde.

"What do you think darling? Should my brother try his luck or continue to pine from a distance?" Klaus asked the blonde.

She leaned over the bar, her gaze sweeping over him. "I say he should try his luck," she purred, her fingers playing with the edge of Klaus' leather jacket. "But he looks too uptight. A few drinks might loosen him up."

"I am not uptight," Elijah protested, his eyes narrowing.

Klaus grinned, pulling the blonde closer. "Maybe we should show him how it's done," he murmured.

"I think that's a great idea," she said, her lips inches from his.

Elijah rolled his eyes, looking away from them as they started to make out. Rebekah let out a laugh and grabbed his hand, dragging him towards the dance floor.

"Yuck, let's get out of here," she said, weaving through the crowd.

He allowed himself to be dragged across the floor, his gaze landing on a familiar figure. You were dancing with Kol, your hands in the air, hips swaying to the music. Elijah couldn't look away.

Kol leaned in and said something to you. You laughed, shaking your head. Elijah felt a rush of envy, the sensation foreign and uncomfortable. Kol's hands slid around your waist, pulling you closer. You didn't resist, a small smile playing on your lips. Elijah gritted his teeth.

"Looks like Kol has stolen your girl," Rebekah said, glancing over her shoulder at him.

"She's not mine," Elijah replied, his eyes fixed on the pair.

Kol pulled you closer, his lips brushing your ear. The music changed, and the tempo increased, the lights flashing faster. The press of bodies forcing you closer together and Elijah lost sight of you. He could feel his temper rising, a strange sense of possessiveness overcoming him.

Rebekah smirked, shaking her head. "Go. Show her you can be fun, too," she said, giving him a nudge.

He hesitated, torn between his own anxieties and desire.Perhaps it was time to step out of his comfort zone, time to take a risk. Elijah swallowed, steeling his nerves. He could do this. He could show you that he wasn't some stuffy, uptight, boring old vampire. That he would fit in at a place like this.

Elijah looked back at his sister, who now had her arms wrapped around the neck of a man who had more pericings than skin. She was whispering something in his ear, and a grin spread across his face. She flashed Elijah a wink before vanishing into the crowd with the pierced man. It seemed everyone was getting a taste of the party tonight. Everyone but him.

The song changed, a pulsing beat thudding through the speakers. He caught sight of you and Kol just as the crowd surged, everyone around him began to thrash and he realised he was in the midst of a mosh pit.

His senses were overwhelmed, the press of bodies, the screaming music, the flashing lights. His instinct was to fight his way free, but the urge to see you, to have you see him, was stronger. He gritted his teeth and pushed forward, ignoring the elbows that collided with his ribs, the fists that struck his shoulder, the shoves and kicks from all sides. The chaos, the strobing lights, the deafening music, all of it swirled around him as he pressed on.

He saw you, a few feet away, your back pressed against Kol's chest, your arms in the air, head tilted back. A flash of heat rushed through him, and he pushed harder, shoving past the crowd. Kol saw him coming first, and he smiled, keeping his eyes on Elijah as he kissed your neck.

You let out a gasp, twisting to look at Kol. You were laughing, pushing on his chest. Elijah was close enough to hear your words. "You're an ass!"

"Oh, come on," Kol teased, his arms still tight around your waist. "Don't pretend you don't like it."

Your face was flushed, and you opened your mouth to respond, but the words died on your lips when you spotted Elijah. He stood a few feet away, his expression a mixture of anger and concern. Your gaze drifted over him, taking in his ruffled hair, his dark, smoldering eyes, the way his leather jacket hugged his muscular frame.

Kol's grin widened. "See something you like?" he purred, his voice carrying a teasing note.

Elijah ignored him, his eyes locked on yours. The tempo surged, bodies colliding in wild abandon. A rush of adrenaline flooded Elijah’s senses, and before he could second-guess himself, he reached for your hand. His grip was firm, but his touch sent an unexpected jolt through you, grounding you in the chaos.

"Elijah?" you called over the music, your voice laced with surprise.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled you into the fray, his movements uncharacteristically reckless. The crowd surged around you, a wave of bodies slamming and thrashing, and for a moment, you thought he might pull you free of it. But instead, Elijah stayed, his grip on your hand steady as he moved with you, matching the rhythm of the music.

Your laughter rang out as you realized what he was doing. Elijah Mikaelson. Always composed. Always in control….Was letting go. He moved with you, his usually precise steps turning wild as the music took over. The press of the crowd pushed you closer together, the heat of his body mingling with the fevered energy of the room.

You weren’t sure when it happened, but at some point, his hands found your waist. He steadied you as the pit surged again, his strength grounding you as you danced together, the frenzy building with each beat. His touch burned through the thin fabric of your top, and when you looked up, his eyes locked with yours.

The chaos seemed to dissolve into nothingness, the lights and music fading to a distant echo as the world narrowed to the two of you. You were breathing hard, your heart pounding, and you wondered if he could hear it, feel it.

As if sensing your thoughts, his hand moved from your waist to the base of your neck. His touch was gentle but firm as he pulled your mouth to his. The kiss was searing, a jolt of heat and desire rushing through you. He tasted of tequila and sin, his lips soft but demanding.

Your hands moved to his chest, the fabric of his shirt warm under your touch. You pressed closer, losing yourself in the kiss. The world blurred at the edges, but for the first time that night, you felt entirely clear.

When the kiss broke, the roar of the crowd and the chaos came rushing back. Elijah's chest was heaving, his breath hot against your cheek. Your hands slid down his arms, your fingers tangling with his. He lifted his head, his dark eyes meeting yours. You were both flushed and breathless, the weight of the moment hanging heavy between you.

The song changed, and someone behind him slammed into his back, shoving him against you. Your mouths met again, the kiss hungry and desperate, a need rising between the two of you. He pushed you backwards until you felt the cool, rough concrete against your back. His hand cradled the back of your head as his tongue traced the seam of your lips.

"Elijah," you moaned, parting your lips to let him in, your hands slid into his hair, pulling him closer.

He groaned, the sound deep and primal, vibrating out of him and into you. You kissed him back, pouring every ounce of longing and need into it, until you were both breathless. 

When you finally broke apart, your eyes were wide, your lips swollen and red. You couldn't speak, the intensity of the moment rendering you speechless.

Elijah's hands lingered on your hips, his gaze holding yours. "Do you want to get out of here?" he asked, his voice low and rough.

You swallowed, your heart pounding, and nodded. "Yes," you breathed, a slow, nervous smile spreading across your lips.

His hands tightened, his fingers digging into your skin. There was a flicker of hunger in his eyes, but it was tempered by something softer, more tender. He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. "Let's go home."

The two of you stumbled out of the warehouse, Elijah's hand gripping yours tightly. You couldn't stop smiling, the night still swirling in a haze around you. You passed Kol, who was surrounded by two women and a man, all of whom were practically drooling over him. He flashed you a wink as the four of them made their way to a dark corner.

The night air was a relief after the stifling heat of the warehouse, steam rising from your skin as you made your way down the street. You walked side-by-side, shoulders brushing, the silence between you thick with anticipation. You stole a glance at Elijah, his profile sharp in the glow of the streetlamps, and you felt a flutter of excitement in your stomach. You couldn't wait to see where the night would take you.

As the door to Elijah's room clicked shut, a sense of apprehension and nervousness fell over you. You'd never been in his room before, and the thought of being alone with him filled you with a mixture of exhilaration and apprehension.

You glanced around, taking in the neatly organized bookshelves, the leather couch and the large bed. Not a speck of dust, not a single sock or shirt lying about. You had expected nothing less from him.

You walked over to his bed, running your fingers across the smooth, soft comforter. Elijah stood a few feet away, watching you, his hands resting loosely at his sides, nervously twitching as he tried to maintain his composure.

"Are you alright?" you asked, turning to face him.

He nodded, swallowing. "I'm fine," he replied, his tone flat.

You could see the tension in his shoulders, the slight furrow of his brow, the way his jaw was clenched. He was nervous, you realized. Nervous about being alone with you, about crossing this invisible line between friends and... whatever this was.

You stepped toward him, placing a hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating rapidly. "Elijah," you said softly.

His eyes met yours, the uncertainty clear in their dark depths. You gave him a reassuring smile, letting your hand slide up his chest, until it rested against his neck. You could feel the muscles there tighten, the slight tremor that ran through him as you leaned in.

Your lips brushed his, a whisper of a kiss, and then his mouth was on yours, the kiss deep and intense. He guided you over to his couch, sitting down and pulling you into his lap. Your legs straddled him, and his hands ran along the smooth expanse of your thighs, gripping your hips as the kiss intensified.

A low, rumbling growl rose up in his chest, his desire for you clear in the way his lips claimed yours, his hands sliding under the hem of your shirt, the way his fingers dug into your soft skin. You always suspected he had it in him, a wild, rough passion that lay beneath the cool exterior. Now, as his hands roamed over your body, as his teeth nipped at your bottom lip, you knew it was true.

You wanted him to know that you liked it. You wanted him to know that he could be rough, that you would never break. That you could take everything he had to give.

"Don't hold back," you whispered against his lips.

He pulled back slightly, his gaze searching yours. "Are you sure?"

"I trust you," you murmured, your hand cupping his face.

"I could hurt you," he breathed, his voice strained.

You smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "You won't."

He studied you for a moment, and then a mischievous smirk curled his lips. He reached down, hooking his arms under your legs and standing. You let out a yelp of surprise, wrapping your arms around his neck as he carried you over to the bed.

He placed you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours. You felt a thrill run through you, anticipation coiling in the pit of your stomach. You watched as he stripped off his shirt, tossing it aside. You drank in the sight of his toned torso, the light sheen of sweat glistening across his chest, the flex of his muscles as he leaned down, his lips finding yours again.

"Stay here, just like this. I'll be right back," he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Where are you going?" you asked, propping yourself up on your elbows.

"Trust me, it will be worth it," he said, giving you a wink before slipping out of the room.

You settled back against the pillows, closing your eyes. Your mind was racing, replaying the events of the night, at first Kol's attempt at seduction and then Elijah's. A slow, content smile spread across your face. You could certainly get used to this.

A few moments later, you heard the door open and close. You opened your eyes, sitting up. Elijah had Kol's portable speaker in one hand and his phone in the other. You raised an eyebrow at him, confused.

"What are you doing?" you asked, watching as he set the speaker on the bedside table.

"Music," he replied, a playful grin tugging at his lips. He tapped the screen and a loud metal song began to play. "I confess, I've become a bit of a fan."

"Oh yeah?" you asked, amused.

He nodded, moving towards you. He climbed onto the bed, crawling up your body until he was hovering over you. "Mmhmm," he murmured, his lips ghosting along the shell of your ear. "It has a certain appeal. It's raw... primal. Much like what I'd like to do to you right now."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, heat pooling low in your belly. Your fingers threaded into his hair, bringing his mouth to yours. The kiss was rough, his lips and tongue demanding, his hands sliding under your shirt, pushing the fabric up and over your head. He tossed the shirt aside, his mouth moving to your neck, kissing and biting, leaving a trail of marks across your collarbone.

"Are you going to be my good girl?" he purred, his breath hot against your skin.

You moaned, arching into him. "Yes," you gasped, your fingers gripping his hair.

"Yes, what?" he asked, nipping at your jaw.

"Yes, sir," you breathed, your mind reeling at the newfound authority in his tone.

"Good," he murmured, his hands moving to your thighs. He pushed your skirt up, bunching the fabric around your waist. He groaned, his gaze drinking in the sight of your panties. "Such a pretty, little, soaked, innocent thing," he murmured.

You swallowed, a flush creeping up your cheeks. He looked up at you, his gaze intense, a hint of a smirk curling his lips. He moved down your body, his mouth pressing a line of hot, wet kisses across your abdomen, his fingers tracing circles on the insides of your thighs.

"You have no idea how much I've wanted this," he said, his voice rough with need.

You felt the heat of his breath against the fabric of your panties, and you shifted, lifting your hips, a soft whimper escaping your lips. You felt him smirk against your thigh, his hands hooking under your legs and gripping your hips, his fingertips digging into the flesh.

He pulled your panties down, tossing them aside. You heard the music change, a deep, thrumming beat filling the room, a bass-heavy song that you knew well. Elijah grinned, his tongue dragging along your slit, his gaze locking with yours. You gasped, your hips bucking against his mouth. He chuckled, the sound sending a rush of heat through you.

"Fuck," you moaned, your fingers threading into his hair.

He hummed, his tongue delving deeper, lapping at the slickness of your arousal, his fingers digging into your hips. You arched into him, panting, lost in the sensation of his mouth on you, his tongue working expertly. He sucked your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through you.

The song changed again, and he pulled back slightly, his mouth glistening with your arousal. He smirked, his thumb pressing against your swollen, aching clit. You let out a breathy moan, writhing beneath him.

"Do you like that, sweetheart?" he purred, rubbing small, slow circles around the sensitive bud.

You bit your lip, nodding. "Y-yes," you stammered.

"Good girl," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Now, come sit on my lap," he ordered.

You blinked, taken aback. You had no idea he was into this kind of thing, and you had to admit, it was a pleasant surprise. You watched as he sat back, unbuckling his belt, his cock straining against his pants. He undid the button and zipper, shoving his pants and boxers down just enough to free his erection.

You swallowed, staring at his impressive length. He smirked, his gaze fixed on yours as he gestured for you to join him. You moved towards him, and he gripped your arm, his grip firm but not painful, pulling you onto his lap, your knees on either side of his thighs.

You let out a shaky breath, bracing your hands on his shoulders. He smiled, his hands coming to rest on your hips. "Where has that wild thing from the mosh pit gone, hm?" he murmured, a hint of challenge in his voice.

You swallowed, your face warm. "Right here," you replied, rolling your hips, rubbing yourself along the length of his cock.

He groaned, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass. "Show me," he growled, his dark eyes flashing with hunger.

You shifted, reaching between the two of you and grasping his length. He let out a sharp hiss as you lined him up with your entrance, sinking down, taking him inch by inch, until you were fully seated. You both groaned, your forehead resting against his, your hands gripping his shoulders.

He took in the sight of your tits spilling from the low-cut bra you wore, the music playing, the sweat glistening on your skin. Something primal rose up in him. He gripped your hips, pulling you up and then slamming you back down, using his strength to set the pace. You moaned, your walls fluttering around him, his mouth pressed against your pulse, nipping at the delicate skin of your neck.

His grip was tight, his fingers bruising, and you found yourself wondering what he would think if you asked him to hold you down. To pin you under him and have his wicked way with you. If he would think less of you. Or perhaps if that's something he enjoyed, a new revelation to discover together.

Your slick began dripping down onto his balls, making you feel wet and messy. You could barely breathe, and you felt as though your entire body was on fire. You couldn't hold yourself back anymore, and a pathetic little cry escaped you.

Elijah's hands squeezed your ass, and he pulled you closer to him, so that his chest was pressed against yours.

"Look at me." He whispered, his lips brushing over your ear.

Your eyes fluttered open, and you stared into his deep, dark eyes. He smiled, his hands sliding up your back. He unclasped your bra, tugging the straps off your arms, tossing the bra aside. His lips immediately latched onto one of your breasts, his tongue swirling around the nipple.

The song changed again, the drumbeat surging around you, your hips moving to the rhythm. You cried out, throwing your head back as an orgasm began to build low in your belly, your walls tightening around his cock.

"Fuck," you cursed, clinging to him, your hips rocking desperately. You were close, the pressure mounting, your legs trembling. He growled, his lips still at your breast, his teeth grazing your nipple.

"You're not allowed to come, sweetheart. Not yet. I decide when," he groaned, his voice low and commanding.

A whine escaped you, your nails digging into his shoulder blades, a mixture of pleasure and frustration welling up within you. He smirked, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, nipping at your bottom lip. He licked the salt from your skin, his hands grasping the globes of your ass, guiding your movement, setting a slow, deliberate pace.

One of his hands moved between your cheeks, his fingers teasing your puckered hole. You let out a soft moan, and he smiled, watching your face contort in pleasure.

"Does that feel good, darling?" he asked, his tone gentle.

You nodded, unable to speak, your whole body tingling. This dominant side of him was something you'd only imagined in your wildest dreams, but even then, it seemed to pale in comparison. He was everything you'd hoped for and more.

He hummed, pushing a finger into you, pumping it slowly. You let out a desperate gasp, burying your face against his shoulder, grinding into his finger. Your breath was coming fast and shallow, your heart racing, and you realized you were dangerously close to the edge.

"Elijah," you whimpered, your nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders, your toes curling.

"Hmm?" he whispered, nibbling on your earlobe.

"Please, please, please, I can't- I'm gonna-" you babbled, your whole body shuddering.

He shushed you, kissing the top of your head. "It's okay, just try and hold on a little longer," he murmured.

You shook your head, unable to form a coherent thought. You were so wound up, the pleasure crashing over you in waves. All you could focus on was the feeling of his finger and cock, stretching you, filling you. You needed more.

Suddenly, he thrust into you, deeply and slowly, dragging himself out. It was maddening. You clenched around him, arching your back, moaning into his ear. He chuckled, repeating the motion, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. The music surged around you, the bass beating in time with your racing heart.

"E-Elijaah!" you cried, your walls fluttering around his length.

He chuckled at your desperation, his lips ghosting over your own, nipping at your bottom lip. "That's my girl," he murmured.

You moaned, his tongue darting into your mouth, silencing any retort you may have had. Everything snapped into place, all the tension and frustration of the night's events coming to a climax. You exploded, your body trembling, writhing, your orgasm crashing over you, drowning out everything else.

The intensity of your release shocked you. This was by far the most erotic thing you'd ever experienced. You were entirely his, wrung out, writhing on his cock, completely at his mercy. He watched you with an expression of pure satisfaction and awe, a smug grin curling his lips as he fucked into you, his rhythmic movements never stopping.

When the waves of pleasure finally receded, you collapsed against him, panting and spent. He cradled you, gently lowering you onto your back, covering your sweat-slicked body with his own. His weight pressed you into the mattress, his hips grinding into you. He kissed you, his mouth hot and demanding, stealing the breath from your lungs.

The music drowned out the filthy sounds of your bodies colliding, your moans and whimpers lost in the din of the bass. Your fingers gripped his biceps, your nails digging into his flesh. He grunted, leaning in and biting at your lip, his tongue darting past your parted lips. He kissed you fiercely, devouring you until your lungs burned for air.

You broke the kiss, inhaling sharply, trying to catch your breath. His vampiric nature was peeking through, fueled by his passions. You could feel his predatory gaze roaming over your exposed flesh, his gums bloody from where his fangs had nicked his own skin in a heated moment.

You moaned, watching his hips rise and fall, feeling the slap of his skin against your own. This rough, relentless fucking was everything you'd craved and more. You tilted your head up, offering your throat, arching into him. He flashed you a wicked, fanged smirk, his breath fanning over your neck, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

"Such a beautiful, sweet thing," he purred, taking your earlobe between his teeth. "Are you offering yourself to me, darling?"

Your lips curled into a smile as you breathed, "Yes."

Without warning, Elijah buried his fangs into the soft skin of your throat. A yelp tore from your lips, the shock mingling with the sensations his cock and fangs induced. His hands tightened on your ass, spreading you open, his hips picking up speed. The slight pain of his bite only heightened your pleasure.

"Oh, yes, yes! Fuck, yes!" you moaned, loud and unabashed, lost to the sensation, completely at his mercy.

Elijah sucked in a deep, guttural breath, his throat working as he drained a few mouthfuls of your blood. You dug your nails into his skin, grinding your hips up and into him, desperate to feel more. He growled low in his throat, his fangs sharp and tearing, his hips pounding into you, your name a frantic whisper falling from his lips.

A white-hot wave of heat flooded you, starting at the crown of your head and rushing down your body, between your legs and spreading up through your stomach and chest. The feeling was so intense that you fell off the edge, orgasm slamming into you. You cried out, trembling beneath him, your hips jerking wildly. He let out a sharp gasp, his whole body stiffening, his cock twitching as he came inside you, filling you with his cum.

A string of curses left your lips as you fell from your peak, Elijah gently licked at the puncture wounds on your throat, his fangs receding. You closed your eyes, taking a few steadying breaths, your heart pounding against your ribcage.

There were no words that could fully encapsulate the way you were feeling, so instead, you hugged him tightly to you, hoping he would understand.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, brushing the hair from your face. You smiled, trailing your fingertips over the taut muscles of his biceps. He hummed, looking down at you with a content, satisfied expression.

"Are you alright?" he murmured, his voice low and filled with genuine concern.

You nodded, your breath still coming in shallow gasps. "I think you’ve just ruined me for anyone else."

His eyes darkened, the faintest flicker of possessiveness returning. "Good," he said simply, making you chuckle.

The sound of the music still thudded softly in the background, but the world outside the two of you felt distant, inconsequential. Elijah shifted, his hands smoothing over your sides as he cradled you against him, kissing and nipping along your neck and jaw.

"Where have you been hiding this side of you?" you teased, your voice soft but playful.

Elijah chuckled, giving you a lopsided grin. "Darling, that's just the tip of the iceberg."

Your eyes widened, a nervous heat spreading across your cheeks. "Oh?" you inquired, your mind already racing at the implications.

He nodded, a dark glint in his eyes. "Mmhmm."

"So, I should probably delete Kol's number, huh?" you asked, teasing.

Elijah's eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched. He leaned in, resting his weight on his forearm, his lips a hair's breadth away from yours.

"Most definitely," he murmured, claiming your lips in a heated, passionate kiss.

Needless to say, you had no complaints.

I'll be tagging ya'll in the comments from now on... because tumblr is not built for tagging lots of users... if you want off the tag list just shoot me a DM!!! (I won't be offended ~xo)

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MHA: Bright Futures Ahead (AU)

Hope shines brightest in everyday heroism.

Bright Futures Ahead (明るい未来が待っている Akarui mirai ga matte iru) is an fanmade alternate universe created by NanNotFound based on the manga/anime series ‘My Hero Academia’ by Kohei Horikoshi.

Synopsis

In a world still shaped by quirks but no longer overrun by chaos, Bright Futures Ahead reimagines My Hero Academia through a gentler, more grounded lens. U.A. High has evolved into a prestigious five-year Hero Academy for students aged fifteen and up—an institution that prioritizes more than just power. Here, future heroes are trained not only to fight, but to thrive.

With a curriculum centered around emotional well-being, community involvement, real-world internships, and personal growth, U.A. offers its students a space to discover who they are—not just as heroes, but as people. While threats and challenges still exist, they no longer overshadow the everyday victories: a hard-won friendship, a newfound confidence, a quiet act of bravery.

Bright Futures Ahead trades all-out war for slice-of-life warmth, placing character development, relationships, and healing front and center. It’s a story about growing up in a world that believes in second chances, strong bonds, and the kind of heroism found in simply showing up—for others, and for yourself.

Cast

Main Characters

This AU follows my OCs as they basically tell the story through their eyes.

Information on these OCs coming soon.

U.A. Academy

U.A. Academy (UAアカデミー UA akademī) Welcome to U.A. Academy, the top hero-training institution in Japan—revamped, recharged, and ready for the next generation of heroes. A hybrid between elite hero high school and college-level development program, U.A. now operates as a vibrant three-year academy for students aged 15 to 18, blending rigorous training with real-world experience and personal discovery.

Here, students aren’t just learning to fight villains—they’re learning how to be heroes their way.

With colorful classes ranging from Quirk Theory & Control to Hero Branding, Rescue Strategy, and even Crisis Counseling 101, U.A. nurtures a wide range of hero paths—from flashiest frontline fighters to low-key lifesavers. Students can pursue specialized tracks, explore support roles, or even craft their own niche under the guidance of pro mentors.

The campus is lively and uniquely tailored: dorms, clubs, hero simulators, quirk-safe zones, and internship hubs fill the school with energy and opportunity. Friendships bloom, rivalries spark, and every student carves out their own heroic identity in a world that values both strength and heart.

Whether you dream of taking center stage or changing the world quietly from the wings, U.A. Academy is where heroes come into their own.

Your story starts here.

Classes

All Departments

Department of Heroics & Field Operations (Staff Lead: Aizawa, Kan)

Department of Strategy, Analysis & Support (Staff Lead: Snipe, Thirteen)

Department of Public Relations & Civic Heroism (Staff Lead: Present Mic, Mt. Lady)

Department of Heroics (Classes A & B)

“Courage in Action.” This department is for students training to become frontline heroes—the ones who respond to disasters, stop criminals, and lead on the battlefield. Focus: Combat training, quirk refinement, tactical response, rescue missions

Tracks: Frontline Hero, Rescue Specialist, Tactical Leader

Key Courses: Advanced Mobility, Crisis Scenario Simulations, Quirk Synergy, Legal & Ethical Use of Force

Ideal for: Students with high-impact quirks, strong leadership skills, or a passion for direct action

Department of Strategy (Classes C & D)

“Wisdom Behind the Mask.” This department molds heroes who operate off the front lines—supporting through planning, intelligence, invention, and emotional care. Focus: Support gear creation, strategy, tech development, quirk theory, mental health

Tracks: Support Engineer, Hero Analyst, Counselor Hero, Tactical Coordinator

Key Courses: Hero Tech Design, Psychological First Aid, Mission Planning, Quirk Compatibility Studies

Ideal for: Students with technical minds, problem-solving skills, or quirks better suited to support or analysis

Department of Public Relations (Class E & F)

“Heroism Starts with Connection.” Focused on social leadership, this department trains heroes who inspire through presence, education, and outreach. Focus: Media relations, community building, advocacy, disaster relief coordination, diplomacy

Tracks: Civic Hero, Media-Facing Hero, Hero Educator, Peace Facilitator

Key Courses: Public Speaking for Heroes, Community Service Integration, Hero Branding, Conflict Mediation

Ideal for: Students with charisma, empathy, or a desire to change society through influence and connection

Note: Each department has 2 classes with each class broken into years. Class 1A would be Heroics year 1, therefore years 1-3 would be seen as Class 1A, 2A, and 3A. There are a maximum of 26 students per class.

U.A. Staff

Principle - Nezu Vice Principle -

Head Nurse - Nurse Assistant 1 - Nurse Assistant 2 -

Chef - Lunch Rush

Guidance Counselor -

Heroics Dept. Lead - Eraserhead Heroics Dept. Co-Lead - Vlad King

Strategy Dept. Lead - Snipe Strategy Dept. Co-Lead - Thirteen

Public Dept. Lead - Present Mic Public Dept. Co-Lead - Mt. Lady

Class 1A Homeroom Teacher - Eraserhead Class 2A Homeroom Teacher - Cementoss Class 3A Homeroom Teacher - All Might Class 1B Homeroom Teacher - Vlad King Class 2B Homeroom Teacher - Edgeshot Class 3 B Homeroom Teacher - Endeavor

Class 1C Homeroom Teacher - Snipe Class 2C Homeroom Teacher - Ectoplasm Class 3C Homeroom Teacher - Kamui Woods Class 1D Homeroom Teacher - Thirteen Class 2D Homeroom Teacher - Class 3D Homeroom Teacher - Fatgum

Class 1E Homeroom Teacher - Present Mic Class 2E Homeroom Teacher - Midnight Class 3E Homeroom Teacher - Hawks Class 1F Homeroom Teacher - Mt. Lady Class 2F Homeroom Teacher - Mirko Class 3F Homeroom Teacher -

**Blank spots are open for OCs to fill.

U.A. Students (Main Cast)

Class 1A: Yuga Aoyama, Mina Ashido, Tsuyu Asui, Tenya Iida, Ochaco Uraraka, Mashirao Ojiro, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Koji Koda, Rikido Sato, Mezo Shoji, Kyoka Jiro, Hanta Sero, Fumikage Tokoyami, Shoto Todoroki, Toru Hagakure, Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya, Minoru Mineta, Momo Yaoyorozu, Hitoshi Shinsou + 3 incoming OCs, as well as 2 slots left available.

Class 1B: Yosetsu Awase, Sen Kaibara, Togaru Kamakiri, Shihai Kuroiro, Itsuka Kendo, Yui Kodai, Kinoko Komori, Ibara Shiozaki, Jurota Shishida, Nirengeki Shoda, Pony Tsunotori, Kosei Tsuburaba, Tesutetsu Tetsutetsu, Setsuna Tokage, Manga Fukidashi, Juzo Honenuki, Kojiro Bondo, Neito Monoma, Reiko Yanagi, Hiryu Rin, + 6 slots left available.

All other Classes are minus the following: 3 slots in Class 3A for Mirio Togata, Nejire Hado, and Tamaki Amajiki; 1 slot in Class 2D for Mei Hatsume.

** Notes: Thank you for reading. This is just basic information about my AU as I will be - keyword here - attempting to make an AU fanmanga set around my OCs. It’s really just an ambitious goal for fun so I’ll be taking my time with it. For now, I’ll be building OCs for it and just drawing for fun as I lay it all out.

As you can see, not too much is different between my AU and MHA. My AU basically just turns MHA into a ‘what-if’ scenario where the LOV isn’t as big a threat, All For One isn’t killing and taking quirks, and the governing body of the school isn’t training innocent kids to be soldiers for a war. 😂

If you read this and wanna insert your OC into this AU, just send me a message! I’d love to include others in this fun setting and see everyone’s unique OCs! 😀

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hey guys have you ever heard about the game Star Stealing Prince? <- that's a rly cool link

sweet dreams and not so sweet dreams

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Owl House prompt!

Human Darius carrying baby Hunter in a chest carrier. I love the art you did of that and would love a fic for it.

Also available on AO3.

The winter air was brisk as it caressed the visible skin on Darius’ face. He took a sip of his coffee as he waited for the bus, sighing at the warmth spreading throughout his body to combat the chill threatening to overtake it from the outside.

Thankfully, Hunter didn’t seem to have a problem with the cold – all bundled up and swaddled in the warmth his father radiated, comfortable enough to have fallen fast asleep with his cheek pressed to Darius’ chest. He was getting a little too old for a carrier, but Darius couldn’t deny how easy it was to carry around an overactive toddler in a sling soft enough to frequently knock him out. The positive reactions he’d experience from those observing him wasn’t exactly a downside either.

“Aw, how cute!”

“What a good dad.”   “That baby looks so sweet…”

Darius took another sip of his coffee, choosing to pretend he didn’t hear the whispers. If someone wasn’t talking directly to him, then he wouldn’t insert himself into the conversation unnecessarily.

“I wonder where the mom is… That poor baby.”

“That child is going to freeze to death! Clearly that man isn’t fit to be a father.”

Of course, not all the whispers were always good. Darius especially went out of his way to ignore those kinds. He didn’t need baseless critiques from strangers to cloud his mind and ruin his day.

He finished his coffee, threw away the cup, and checked his watch, starting to grow impatient at how late the bus was that morning. It was a good thing Hunter was asleep or Darius might have felt bad for having to feed him a later lunch than usual. 

When the bus finally arrived, Darius clambered on with the rest of the crowd, frowning at how little space was available for him to squeeze into. The seats were filled and so he stood up close to the front, hand gripped onto the handle above his head, trying his best to make sure no one bumped into Hunter by angling him away from everyone as much as possible. The jostle of the bus as it sped through traffic made that goal that much more difficult, and Darius considered himself lucky when at one point, Hunter’s carrier accidentally bumped one of the seats, but aside from a small murmur, Hunter did not make any indication his sleep was disturbed by the contact.

As dense as the crowd was, Darius would have held Hunter anyway had he not been in a carrier, but having his hands free to play defense against the bombardment of movement and people was a lifesaver. It would be a shame to have to get rid of it eventually, but Darius was going to make sure to use it for as long as he possibly could – whether that be when Hunter outgrew it or when Hunter was no longer small enough to want to do anything but run around in blissful freedom, unconfined to a fabric prison.

Darius exited the bus when it reached his stop, sighing in relief at the fresh air and unoccupied space all around him. He began walking to his destination, steps careful and calculated to make sure the stride was as even and uneventful as possible so as to not disturb Hunter. The last thing Darius wanted was to trip on a crack in the sidewalk and frighten Hunter awake with a fall.

It was a short walk, but the way the breeze picked up made him worry, and so just to be sure, Darius pulled his glove off just enough to press a finger against Hunter’s cheek. It wasn’t warm, but it didn’t feel to be uncomfortably cold, and Hunter’s sleep still appeared to be peaceful enough to where Darius could assume he was fine.

Being a father was a strange experience, and before, Darius never would have imagined himself in the position he was currently in – a single man with a toddler dangling from his chest that brought him constant worry alongside an overwhelming love. It wasn’t as if Darius hated kids in general, but parenthood had never been something he considered for himself until Hunter came along.

He certainly didn’t regret it. That sweet little boy with his face tucked into the fabric of Darius’ jacket was Darius’ entire world. He tried to imagine himself in that instance without the weight hanging off him and had to stop at the sense of mourning the idea brought about. A life without his son was a life he no longer wanted now that he’d experienced the love his presence brought about.

“I love you,” Darius whispered, leaning down to kiss the top of Hunter’s head.

He wasn’t sure if it was coincidence, but just after, he heard Hunter mumbled something and watched as he slowly came to, opening his eyes and yawning as he reawakened to the world.

“Have a good nap?” Darius asked.

“Mhm,” Hunter hummed, still groggy as he looked around to take in his new surroundings.

Darius smiled and continued walking down the block until he reached his destination, opening the door to the bakery and stepping inside, immediately getting assaulted by the warm heat of the building and the smell of freshly baked bread. Hunter experienced it all the same, realizing where they were and wiggling to indicate it was time for him to be let out. It would have been impossible for anyone to tell he’d just been sleeping with how much energy suddenly engulfed him in that moment.

Darius obliged the silent request and lifted Hunter from the carrier, setting him down on his feet on the floor and watching as he quickly ran up to the display case to take in the sight of all the sweet treats Darius knew he’d try and get him to buy.

“I want that one, daddy!” Hunter practically yelled, just as Darius expected, while pointing to something inside the case.

“Are you sure you want that one? You’re only getting one so you might want to look at everything first,” Darius reminded.

“Two?”

“One,” Darius gently said again. Hunter wasn’t a big eater and probably wouldn’t even make it all the way through one pastry.

“One,” Hunter whispered to himself, his face so close to the glass his breath fogged it up. Darius put a hand on his shoulder and directed him to take a step back.

It took a few seconds but Hunter finally decided, pointing to a different pastry than the first and excitedly announcing, “That one.”

Before he could change his mind again, Darius bought him the pastry along with one for himself and ushered Hunter over to a small table by the window, watching him climb onto the seat and waiting in case he needed help. When Hunter was situated, Darius took his own seat beside him and handed him his treat, which he happily began to consume like he hadn’t eaten a big breakfast just a few hours prior. 

Darius loved moments like that – moments where he could just sit somewhere peaceful and enjoy a domestic moment with his son. He was a busy man with a busy job, so he wanted to be able to take every opportunity possible to be there for Hunter to make up for that. He wanted Hunter to grow up knowing what it was like to have a parent willing to take him out and just enjoy a small treat with him every so often. Darius was careful to make sure Hunter understood he was loved, but he wanted to make sure he expressed it in all the little ways he could think of and not with just a simple statement followed by an aura of indifference that might possibly suggest otherwise, because that wasn’t what Hunter deserved.

“Is it good, daddy?”

Darius was pulled out of his thoughts, his eyes drawn to Hunter’s finger. He was pointing to the pastry in Darius’ hand, only a few bites taken out of it.

“Yes, it’s very good,” Darius assured, taking another bite as if to prove that point further, “Do you like yours?”

“Mhm!” Hunter hummed after taking another bite of his own, smile wide on his face and his little legs kicking under the table in glee.

Surprisingly, Hunter did end up finishing his food, but didn’t ask for anymore. He just sat and chatted Darius’ ear off while Darius cleaned up the table and tossed their garbage into the bin behind him. Then, Darius helped Hunter out of his seat and made sure his winter wrappings were still snug and warm around his body as they prepared to once again trek through the cold.

“Do you want to walk or be carried?” Darius asked.

Hunter thought about it for a few moments before tapping his feet against the floor and reaching up to slip his hand into Darius’.

“Walk,” he announced, body practically vibrating with pent up energy, barely even able to stand still.

Yeah, the carrier was a long shot, but Darius could still try. Maybe once they’ve walked enough, Hunter would get bored or tired and request to be carried, but until then, Darius squeezed his hand as they walked out the door and journeyed onwards to their next destination.

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@whokilledyanna Because of This post

Because I would type out a whole novel about this Faction, I will only introduce the Free Agent you get after meeting the faction, and the Faction itself.

~Kinstugi Salvage and Reclamation Company~

"Recover, Repair, Repurpose"

Started by the red oni "Uncle" Tsukuru Naosu, the Kintsugi Salvage and Reclamation company was founded about five years before the Hollow Zero disaster. The company specializes in retrieval of vehicles, machinery, and appliances from hollows, and the decontamination of such things.

After the Hollow Zero disaster, Uncle Naosu hired Langyi on, as well as repairing and hiring on a friend of hers, Hulse Brecher, a fellow Intelligent Construct.

Sometime in the past few years, a young woman covered in scars and a tattered uniform of some Defense Force squad began stealing parts and food from the dumpsters and vending machines around the salvage yard. Uncle Naosu managed to earn her trust enough to take her on as an Apprentice, and now she works and lives at the Salvage yard. She's not very personable, but she offered the name "Armurier." (She is one of Anby's sister's. the left side of her head is shaved, with her hair flopped over the right side.)

In the last couple weeks Uncle Naosu has also hired, under Hulse's suggestion, Mankali Aster, a Cow Thiren (And Monna's older sister) and Aaron Dinae (Her human best friend) after Hulse rescued the pair from a Hollow Raider gang that was using them to produce an army of Lumberjacks and Sweepers, among other Raider Constructs.

Now onto the main agent of the post;

~Agent; Langyi~

"While I question my Sister's Choice of Career, I am happy she is in good hands." - Officer Qingyi, Public Security Janus Quarter.

"She was able to get a car I gave up on Running with a Good whack of her wrench! She's a lifesaver!" - Resident of the Faunus Quarter

"She's always able to find time to get me new and refurbished parts for cheap. Kintsugi never lets me down!" - Billy Kid, Cunning Hares Odd-Job Agency.

"Langyi? She's the best Safety Officer I've seen since the first High Rise was built in the old Capital!" - 'Uncle' Tsukuru Naosu, President of the Kintsugi Salvage and Reclamation Co.

Langyi is an A Rank Ether-Anomaly agent, with a fighting style set around leading Basic attacks into Special and EX Special attacks, similar to Anby. She is based on Wizards and Witches, such as Morgan Le Fae and Merlin of Arthurian legend, The Baba Yaga of siberian folklore, Alchemists both fictional and historical, and, most importantly, modern iteration of them, as seen in DnD and Frieren.

She normally just hits things with her wrench, but can also energize the Ether container in her Wrench/Cane to send out Ether Shots, or in the case of her ultimate, an Ether Lightning Storm, like the Towers in those couple of commissions.

Where Qingyi is often subdued and calm, Langyi is Manic, often Cackling and excited to do weird, wild things. She is, in a word, unhinged. She love being unhinged, even when people are weirded out by it, and especially when they get startled by it. She's not afraid to speak her mind, and loudly speak it again if she is ignored. She is Kind, she is sweet, she is ever so slightly crazy.

Her and Fairy would get on like California and Fire.

Her W-Engine, called "Cast-Iron Cauldron," is a unlicensed recreation of the Public Security Combat Automaton W-Engine "Ice-Jade Teapot," Modified for Ether Storage and Excitement, rather than Electrical usage.

I would love to hear thoughts/opinions on her, and any suggestion you all might have.

(Drawn in Krita using Mouse and Keyboard. References used: Seth and Qingyi's offical artwork by Hoyoverse)

She's the only one I have finished Artwork of.

She is close to Qingyi's design, of course by the nature of her being one of Qingyi's sister's, but I feel the cloak, skirt, and hairstyle do enough to differentiate her beyond being another outfit for Qingyi.

Selection Voicelines: “Can’t you let an Old lady rest?” “Doing something Dangerous? I’ll keep my eye on you.” "This sounds like fun~" *Deranged Cackling*

Ultimate Voicelines: “You're not getting past me! *Witchy Cackling*” ("You shall not Pass!") “Don't leave! My Party's Just Begun!" ("Going so soon? I wouldn't Hear of it. Why, My little party's just begun!") "It is Not wise to pick a Fight with me! I've gone mad!" ("Tell me, old friend, when did you abandon wisdom for madness?")

Defeat Voicelines: "I feel like I'm melting ..." "01 ... I'm sorry ..." "Are the others ... safe?"

Chain Attack/Swap Voicelines: “Did you forget about Me~” “Old is Gold~ But you aren’t!” “Your fate is mine to Command~” “I don’t need Alchemy To Change your face!”

Special Swap Lines: (When swapping with Uncle Naosu) “Take a Load Off Sir!” (When swapping with Hulse Brecher) “Hulse, Let Me have a go at them!” (When swapping with Armurier {last name N/A}) “You’re too young for this Stress, Armurier!” (When swapping with Mankali Aster) “Mankali, stop being Bull headed!” (When swapping with Aaton Dinae) "Aaron, let your steps be alight!" Idle Voicelines: “Ah? Can I take a rest too?” “Are you tired? I find Coffee helps young ones like you.” “Hah! Young ones like you tire out so easily~”

[the-offside-rule]

Pedro Acosta (KTM) - Rehab Day

Requested: yes

Prompt: this ask

Warnings: none

The faint sound of an engine revving echoed in the background of the living room as Pedro Acosta stepped through the front door of his shared apartment with his girlfriend, Y/n. His boots clicked on the hardwood floor as he tossed his bag onto the hallway bench. It had been a long weekend of racing, but a quick message from Y/n had him smiling all the way back to their place. He wasn’t sure who had had the tougher weekend—him on the MotoGP circuit or her, sprinting through an F1 triple header. He took a deep breath, feeling the calmness of being back home wash over him.

Pedro made his way toward the living room, hearing the TV playing softly from inside. The sight he walked into made him pause and let out a laugh. There, slouched on the couch, was Y/n in what could only be described as her recovery attire. She had a hot water bottle carefully placed around her neck, eye patches under her eyes to combat the fatigue, and her hair clipped up. She was wearing the baggiest sweatshirt she could find and around her legs? Her 'compression trousers' as she called them, even though everyone else in the world called them compression boots. "Are you okay?" Pedro asked, grinning from ear to ear.

Y/n groaned loudly, her head sinking deeper into the cushions as she raised a hand in a weak wave of acknowledgment. "I’m never going to be okay again." She mumbled dramatically. "My neck has never been more sore in my entire life, Pedro. Triple headers should be illegal." Pedro chuckled, stepping into the room and leaning against the doorframe. "It wasn’t that bad, was it?"

"Oh, you have no idea." She said with a dramatic wince as she adjusted the water bottle around her neck. "You should try sitting in a cockpit for three days straight, barely getting a chance to stretch, with a neck that feels like it’s about to snap in half." Pedro smiled sympathetically. He knew she always gave 110% on the track, but he had no idea how tough it must be on her body. "Alright, I’ll take your word for it." He pushed off the doorframe and walked toward the kitchen. "You want anything to drink?" Y/n turned her head slightly to glance at him, still not moving from her position on the couch. "Peppermint tea, if you don’t mind." She smiled. "Of course, I’ll be right back." Pedro said with a wink, heading to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, Pedro returned to the living room with a steaming cup of peppermint tea in hand. He plopped down beside her on the couch, taking care not to spill any on the blanket draped across her lap. "Here you go, as ordered." He said, offering her the cup. Y/n slowly sat up and took the tea with a grateful smile. "You’re a lifesaver, you know that?" Pedro leaned back, stretching his long legs out in front of him as he glanced at the TV. All he was met with was her cockpit cam from the simulator for the next race weekend. "So what are you looking for?" He asked. "I kept losing time in turn 4, turn 8 and-" She paused, glancing at her notepad beside her. "Turn 12, so I need to see what I'm doing. I think I'm just not committing to the corner enough." She replied, crossing her arms. "You have to be the only person in motorsport that watches their simulator work outside of the factory or race week."

"More than likely." Y/n said, taking a sip of her tea and sighing. "But I wouldn't change it. I love this job too much." She paused, glancing over at him. "It’s just recovery days like this that remind me of how exhausting it can be." Pedro nodded in understanding, reaching over to gently squeeze her hand. "Well, you’ve earned your rest, no doubt. Just take it easy tonight." Y/n smiled at him, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten. "I will. Thanks for being so sweet."

"Always." Pedro said, settling in beside her. He gave her a little nudge. "But next time, maybe a massage?" Y/n grinned. "You're on."

[ortodelmondo]

Peter van Agtmael | Disco Night Sept. 11

Wounded' soldiers are treated during a combat lifesaving course that attempts to train soldiers to treat common wounds during simulated combat. South Carolina, USA. 2011.

[creative-anchorage]

When a wild orangutan in Sumatra recently suffered a facial wound, apparently after fighting with another male, he did something that caught the attention of the scientists observing him. The animal chewed the leaves of a liana vine – a plant not normally eaten by apes. Over several days, the orangutan carefully applied the juice to its wound, then covered it with a paste of chewed-up liana. The wound healed with only a faint scar. The tropical plant he selected has antibacterial and antioxidant properties and is known to alleviate pain, fever, bleeding and inflammation. [T]he scientists stated that this is “the first systematically documented case of active wound treatment by a wild animal” with a biologically active plant. To me, the behavior of the orangutan sounded familiar. As a historian [...] I was reminded of similar cases reported by Aristotle, Pliny the Elder, Aelian and other naturalists from antiquity. A remarkable body of accounts from ancient to medieval times describes self-medication by many different animals. The animals used plants to treat illness, repel parasites, neutralize poisons and heal wounds. ... Some of the earliest written examples of animal self-medication appear in Aristotle’s “History of Animals” from the fourth century BCE, such as the well-known habit of dogs to eat grass when ill, probably for purging and deworming. Aristotle also noted that after hibernation, bears seek wild garlic as their first food. It is rich in vitamin C, iron and magnesium, healthful nutrients after a long winter’s nap. The Latin name reflects this folk belief: Allium ursinum translates to “bear lily,” and the common name in many other languages refers to bears. ... When elephants accidentally swallowed chameleons hidden on green foliage, they ate olive leaves, a natural antibiotic to combat salmonella harbored by lizards. Pliny said ravens eat chameleons, but then ingest bay leaves to counter the lizards’ toxicity. Antibacterial bay leaves relieve diarrhea and gastrointestinal distress. Pliny noted that blackbirds, partridges, jays and pigeons also eat bay leaves for digestive problems. ... Of course, these premodern observations were folk knowledge, not formal science. But the stories reveal long-term observation and imitation of diverse animal species self-doctoring with bioactive plants. Just as traditional Indigenous ethnobotany is leading to lifesaving drugs today, scientific testing of the ancient and medieval claims could lead to discoveries of new therapeutic plants. Animal self-medication has become a rapidly growing scientific discipline. [...] One surprising observation is that finches and sparrows collect cigarette butts. The nicotine kills mites in bird nests. Some veterinarians even allow ailing dogs, horses and other domestic animals to choose their own prescriptions by sniffing various botanical compounds.

[marsipanda]

Phoebe! My reploid OC. (She's currently undrgoing a small redesign.)

Phoebe is a Virologist working for the Maverick hunters to look for a cure for the Sigma virus. She’s more often tucked away in the more obscure parts of the hunter HQ and her presence and work detail are top secret. As far as anyone knows beyond Signas, lifesaver and likely X, she is a mundane lab technician in the hunters research operations that occasionally helps out with reploid autopsies and other unpleasant sides of the medical ward.

(Continues in read more)

Phoebe has no currently known combat capabilities but is built as a specialist model for reploid medical science. One of her prime features is being able to modify her body temperature down as much to -80 degrees Celsius temps to handle medical samples without them thawing, while rapidly processing and analysing malicious codes and cataloguing her findings to a heavily guarded database. She has an internal drive built in to keep her research constantly up to date and backed up in case of emergency.

While she isn’t combat capable, she does have very quick reflexes and speed, opting to primarily evade and escape potentially violent encounters with mavericks. She is easy to startle and has an overly cautious exterior to her personality, however this doesn’t stop her from trying to be approachable and friendly, even having a cheeky, endearing playful side to those she lowers her guard around.

Built under the hand of the reploid scientist; Dr Elio, Phoebe is the youngest of 4 ‘Caladrius’ units built as specialist assistants for their father reploid unit. Each being a conduit and a ‘back up’ for the labs precious research data.

Elio however, gathered Sigmas attention by getting too close to comfort towards a huge breakthrough towards the cure. The doctor’s lab having long been infiltrated and spied on by the mavericks, Elio knew he had limited time, thus moved quick to protect his legacy and modified Phoebe hurriedly to act as a tool to do such.

As planned, Phoebe is the sole survivor of the inevitable attack upon the labs, dragged out the ruins barely alive and covered by the remains of her creator who sacrificed himself to keep her intact…. As well as everyone else to keep his research exclusive, unknown to Phoebe until later when she became suspect of being an accomplice to his plans where it was made clear to her that he was also responsible for the death of as many innocent reploids as the Mavericks were to avoid data leaks. Eventually her name was cleared, but of course she had no choice but to continue Elios research under the watchful eye of the hunters.

She strives for some semblance of a normal life and see’s her work with the hunters as a new chance to move on and redeem herself, while coming to terms with her creators actions and struggling with her guilt of being an unwitting tool to a horrible means to an end.

[rabbitcruiser]

U.S. Coast Guard Birthday 

Show your support for the brave men and women of the US Coast Guard who put their lives on the line to save ours, from fishing boats accidents to hurricanes.

US Coast Guard Birthday honors the courageous work of coast guards. When Hurricane Katrina struck the Atlantic coast of the United States in 2005, the US Coast Guards saved over 33,500 lives, an estimated 24,000 of these were rescued from peril in severely dangerous conditions. And that just scratches the surface of the important work that these brave men and women do. So get excited, because it is time to celebrate the US Coast Guard Birthday!

History of US Coast Guard Birthday

The history of the coast guard in the United States can be traced back to the year 1790 when it was established by the first Congress who allowed Secretary of the Treasury, Alexander Hamilton to combat smuggling and tariff evaders with his fleet of ten ships. Originally called the Revenue Marine Service, or Revenue Cutter Service, the service was combined in 1915 with the US Lifesaving Service to become the Coast Guard.

During times of peace, the US Coast Guard acts as part of the Department of Homeland Security and then becomes part of the Department of Defense in times of war. Now, with more than 230 years of history, this important entity offers a great deal of support through navigation, port security, environmental protection and wartime readiness.

In the United States, there are thousands of events nation-wide for people to get involved in and show their support. In the UK, although not directly associated with HM Coast Guard, the RNLI (Royal National Lifeboat Institution) is a charity organization with the sole aim of rescuing those in distress at sea. They launch over 6500 times a year, and have saved over 134,000 lives since their founding. Pakistan Coast Guard Day is celebrated on September 8.

So bake a cake, throw a party and get appropriately excited about celebrating and enjoying the US Coast Guard Birthday this summer!

How to Celebrate US Coast Guard Birthday

Have a blast with the observance of celebration of this important day. Join in on a wide variety of activities for the US Coast Guard Birthday, including some of these:

Throw a US Coast Guard Birthday Party

Those who have been members of the coast guard, who have benefited from the work of the coast guard, or even those who just appreciate it can celebrate by doing what people often do for birthdays – throw a party! Just like any party, the US Coast Guard Birthday deserves festive decorations such as balloons and streamers, some good music, a gathering of friends and, of course, a big cake!

Make it a coast guard themed party by decorating with boats, anchors and all sorts of sea-themed ideas, as well as employing the American flag and the US Coast Guard flag. The snacks can also be of a maritime theme, with a cake made in the shape of a ship, cookies decorated like life preservers, and even a bowl full of individually wrapped Life Savers candies! Don’t forget to play the US Coast Guard Theme Song in the background, “Semper Paratus”.

Learn More About the US Coast Guard

The US Coast Guard Birthday celebration is a great motivation to learn a bit more about this important service. Do a bit of online research, check out some books from the local library, or head on over to the National Coast Guard Museum in New London, Connecticut.

Make a US Coast Guard Birthday Playlist

Have loads of fun celebrating the US Coast Guard Birthday with music! Create a playlist that includes maritime and coastal themed songs, getting started with some of these tunes:

Beyond the Sea by Bobby Darin (1959)

(Sittin’ on the) Dock of the Bay by Otis Redding (1967)

If I Had a Boat by Lyle Lovett (1987)

Banana Boat (Day-O) by Harry Belafonte (1956)

Source

[blue4u2]

Here's the training the Army says is no longer mandatory

[3lub]

Here is the training that the Army says is no longer mandatory

Source: Task & Purpose

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[combatsportsinsurance789]

Combat Sports Insurance: Protecting Fighters in the Ring 🥊

Combat sports are more than just a display of strength, skill, and strategy; they’re a testament to the dedication and resilience of athletes who put their bodies on the line every time they step into the ring. Whether you're an MMA fighter, a boxer, or a martial artist, the physical risks associated with combat sports are undeniable. That's why having the right combat sports insurance is crucial. It provides a safety net, ensuring that you can focus on your craft while knowing you're financially protected in the event of injury or accidents.

In this article, we'll explore the importance of MMA health insurance, the role of an MMA insurance agency, and why martial arts insurance is essential for fighters. We'll also cover the key differences between an MMA insurance broker and other insurance providers to help you make the best decision for your needs. 🛡️

Why Combat Sports Insurance Matters 🏆

Combat sports come with a high level of physical risk. Fighters often endure intense training sessions, sparring matches, and competitive bouts that can lead to injuries ranging from minor bruises to serious, life-altering conditions. The nature of these sports—whether it's mixed martial arts, boxing, or traditional martial arts—puts fighters at risk for concussions, broken bones, torn ligaments, and more.

Combat sports insurance serves to protect athletes from the financial consequences of these injuries. It can cover medical expenses, loss of income due to injury, and even liability issues that may arise in the course of your fighting career. Without proper insurance, fighters may face a heavy financial burden when things go wrong, preventing them from continuing their training or competing.

Types of Insurance for MMA Fighters 🤕

Health Insurance One of the most essential types of insurance for MMA fighters is MMA health insurance. While regular health insurance covers general medical costs, MMA health insurance is specifically designed to cover the unique injuries that can occur in combat sports. This includes coverage for hospital visits, surgery, physical therapy, and recovery costs.Health insurance tailored for MMA fighters ensures that your medical bills are taken care of, and in some cases, even includes specialized services like chiropractic care, massage therapy, and other treatments that promote recovery.

Income Protection Insurance Another crucial form of insurance for MMA fighters is income protection insurance. Fighting is not just a hobby—it's a career. But what happens if an injury keeps you out of the ring for weeks, months, or even longer? With income protection insurance, you’ll receive a portion of your income while you recover. This can be a lifesaver, allowing you to focus on getting better rather than worrying about how you’ll pay your bills.

Accident and Injury Insurance Even if you're in great physical condition and train regularly, accidents can still happen. From a slipped knee during a fight to a dislocated shoulder from sparring, the potential for injury is always present. Martial arts insurance provides coverage for such incidents, helping to cover medical expenses and recovery costs, as well as any liability in case the injury affects others in a gym or event setting.

Liability Insurance Liability insurance is another important component of combat sports insurance. If you’re an instructor or coach running a martial arts academy or hosting a fight event, liability insurance protects you from lawsuits if someone gets hurt due to negligence or accidents during training or competition. This kind of insurance safeguards you from potential financial ruin in the event of a claim being filed against you.

The Role of an MMA Insurance Agency 🏢

An MMA insurance agency specializes in providing coverage for athletes involved in mixed martial arts. These agencies understand the unique risks and challenges faced by MMA fighters and other combat athletes, which makes them an invaluable resource when seeking insurance.

Choosing the right MMA insurance agency is important, as they will help you tailor a policy that fits your specific needs, whether you’re a professional fighter, amateur, or martial arts instructor. They can provide advice on the best types of insurance for your situation, helping you find affordable coverage that offers comprehensive protection.

Why You Should Work with an MMA Insurance Broker 🤝

An MMA insurance broker is another option to consider when searching for the best combat sports insurance. While an MMA insurance agency sells policies directly, an insurance broker works on your behalf to find the most suitable insurance options from various providers. They offer independent advice, ensuring that you get the best value for your money.

Working with an MMA insurance broker can be particularly beneficial if you’re unsure of what type of coverage you need or if you have specific requirements that aren’t covered by standard policies. Brokers have access to a range of insurance products and can help you compare policies and prices, ultimately recommending the most appropriate plan for your needs.

How to Choose the Right MMA Insurance for You 🤔

When it comes to protecting yourself in the ring, choosing the right combat sports insurance policy is a big decision. Here are some factors to keep in mind when selecting coverage:

Evaluate Your Needs: Are you a full-time professional fighter, a part-time athlete, or a coach? Your level of involvement in the sport will determine the type of insurance you need. Professional fighters may need more comprehensive coverage, including income protection and specialized health insurance. Casual fighters or instructors might prioritize liability and accident insurance.

Consider the Risks: Understand the types of injuries that are common in your sport. Whether you're involved in MMA, boxing, or traditional martial arts, make sure your insurance policy covers the most likely scenarios, including concussions, fractures, joint dislocations, and soft tissue injuries.

Compare Policies: Don’t settle for the first insurance policy you come across. Work with an MMA insurance broker or agency to shop around and compare the coverage options available. Look for policies that offer the best value, with a balance of affordability and comprehensive protection.

Check for Additional Benefits: Some insurance providers offer additional benefits, such as rehabilitation coverage, mental health support, and worldwide coverage if you compete internationally. Make sure your policy provides coverage that aligns with your needs and career.

Understand the Fine Print: Be sure to read the terms and conditions carefully, paying attention to exclusions, deductibles, and limitations. A good MMA health insurance policy should offer transparent coverage with minimal fine print. 🚨

The Importance of Insurance for MMA Fighters 🥋

For MMA fighters, insurance is not just about protecting yourself from financial loss—it’s about safeguarding your career. Combat sports are inherently risky, and the consequences of an injury can be far-reaching. Proper insurance ensures that you can continue to train, compete, and recover without the added stress of worrying about mounting medical bills or lost income.

Without insurance for MMA fighters, you may find yourself unable to pay for the medical attention you need after an injury. This could delay your recovery or even end your career prematurely. By securing the right insurance, you invest in both your physical health and your future as a fighter.

Conclusion 🎯

Combat sports are exhilarating, but they also come with inherent risks. Whether you're an MMA fighter, boxer, or martial artist, having the right insurance is essential to ensuring you can continue your career with peace of mind. Whether you choose an MMA insurance agency, work with an MMA insurance broker, or secure martial arts insurance, having proper coverage will help you navigate the challenges of the sport with confidence.

When it comes to protecting yourself in the ring, don’t leave anything to chance—ensure you're covered today! 💪🥇

For more information and to get a customized insurance quote, visit Combat Sports Insurance and protect your career!

[zhuzoorinfratech]

Why Should You Look for Wholesale Crash Barrier Suppliers in India?

Crash resistance barriers save lives by preventing dangerous vehicle trajectories while softening and redirecting impacts to drivers wherever possible.  

An improperly designed crash resistance barrier can make incidents even more dangerous by increasing the chance of rollover, stopping the vehicle too quickly, or shifting the car in unpredictable ways. One such solution is the metal beam crash barrier. This component is the core element in increasing road safety by wholesale Crash Barrier suppliers in India today. 

Metal Beam Crash Barriers Come in Two Variants: 

W-beam barrier and 

Thrie-beam barrier. 

The barriers we have on roads today are the product of research on thousands of crashes involving concrete and cable medians and guardrails. 

One of the most prominent features of road travel is the crash barriers. These steel constructions are designed to prevent the vehicles from leaving the road in the event of an incident while dissipating some of the impact energy. 

Guardrails and Barriers  

Drivers may swerve out of their lanes and off the road for many reasons. A car may stop too quickly in front of them, causing them to avoid a crash, fatigue, or not paying attention to the road, and inclement weather leads drivers to depart from the road every day. 

Traffic engineers have gathered data for almost as long as automobiles have been around to create safer driving environments. Measures have been inducted into highways that help drivers stay on the road during a crash and avoid rollovers and other dangers of off-road crashes. State and local agencies test different barriers and consult with engineers to create the safest and softest collisions possible for drivers who hit them. Crash barriers are an extremely useful tool to combat fatal auto crashes. 

Crash resistance barriers have been proven to save lives through thorough research in numerous independent studies. They have earned a reputation as lifesaving pieces of highway equipment that provide a shield not only to those involved directly in crashes but also to pedestrians and property. 

How do Crash Resistance Barriers Work?  

A guardrail or crash barrier primarily prevents drivers from exiting a road when the off-road environment would be increasingly dangerous than crashing into a barrier. However, suppose there is flat grassy land beyond the road's shoulder. In that case, forgoing a barrier may be a safer option. There are often steep drops, ditches, trees, or other obstacles that would be incredibly dangerous to drivers should they leave the road. Engineers will weigh the pros and cons of installing barriers or guardrails on any stretch of road that will offer the safest course for drivers. 

Crash barriers work by redistributing impact in less harmful ways to drivers and absorbing as much shock as possible to lighten any blow to the car. This intends to provide two or more layers of energy absorption before any impact is passed on to the vehicle's occupants. The first layer is the softening of the blow from the barrier itself. The guardrails and cement median barriers are angled in such a way and built to soak up and redirect energy. The second layer of shock absorption will be from your car, designed to crumple metal to soften the impact. Other safety features such as seatbelts and airbags will further multiply the safety of all in even seemingly intense crashes. 

Role of the Metal Beam Crash Barriers in Road Safety 

The metal beam crash barrier helps redirect vehicles that have strayed from the road and prevents them from colliding with the objects like trees, poles, etc. 

By absorbing and distributing the vehicle's collision force, it prevents severe accidents, minimizes injury and fatal risk to drivers, and improves the overall safety of roadways. 

Metal beam crash barriers are often installed in the median of divided highways to prevent vehicles from crossing over. 

Metal beam crash barriers also safeguard other roadside infrastructure and elements like traffic signs, utility poles, and other fixtures. By absorbing the impact force, they prevent vehicles from hitting these things directly. 

It has a reflective surface that also helps to enhance visibility during low-light conditions, and metal beam crash barriers are also helpful in giving drivers another caution to stay on the correct route; this helps them to recognize possible risks and road borders. 

Metal beam crash barriers need little maintenance and are made to last a long time. Because they are resistant to various adverse weather conditions and environmental elements, they are one of the most cost-effective options for long-term road safety. 

Generally, in the design and installation of crash barriers, the defined safety criteria and recommendations are followed. By adhering to these rules and standards, the barriers are guaranteed to satisfy particular crashworthiness standards, offering drivers and road users a dependable degree of safety. 

Metal beam crash barriers are often prefabricated and can be quickly installed along roadways. This significantly helps implement safety measures without causing any disturbance to traffic flow.