#I think she'd still have her quirks - like her hair would be just a little bit more feminine but still short with longer sideburns

[sysig]

I think that if GLaDOS had a human body for whatever reason (insert your own justification here) that she wouldn’t actually look like Caroline

I think she’d look like Cave

[mapis-putellas]

𝑫𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔

Pairing: Alexia putellas x reader

Words: 2264

Warnings: alcohol

Summary: You’re drunk, and therefore very curious as to whether or not Alexia would still love you if you were a worm.

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"Amor? I have ordered dinner. Is there-" Alexia cuts herself off mid sentence as she pauses in the threshold of the living room, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. You were standing just by the front door tucking your keys into the small purse you had hooked over your shoulder, dressed in a way that suggests it was evident you were heading out and not ready for the movie night Alexia had been planning.

"Where are you going?" She asks, lips slipping into a small frown.

You look up at the sound of her voice, your lips quirking up into a small smile as you walk over to her. "Out with Mapi, remember? I told you when you got home." You reach to take the hands she'd folded against her chest.

Alexia frowns, momentarily thinking back to when she'd gotten home a little over an hour ago before adamantly shaking her head. "No, you didn't." She insists.

"Baby, I did. I promise," you laugh softly, knowing just how scatterbrained she sometimes got after a long day of training and media duties. "Mapi and I have had this planned for a few weeks. Drinks and dinner. You were invited too but you said no." You attempt to jog her memory.

Alexia desperately wracks her mind in hopes to remember said conversation she can't remember taking place, but inevitably she comes up empty.

"You don't remember, do you?" You tease softy, letting go of one of her hands and playfully poking her nose, Alexia batting away your hand away with a quiet huff.

"No." She grumbles, her lips forming a pout that you were quick to kiss away. Her arms circle your shoulders, your own looping around her waist and squeezing softly in return.

"How long will you be?" She murmurs, the tips of her fingers trailing through the ends of your hair.

You purse your lips for a second in thought. "I'm not sure babe," you shrug. "A few hours? Maybe more?"

With Mapi in charge of drinks, it was highly likely you'll be out till at least midnight. When you say that girl could drink, you mean it with everything in you.

Alexia nods with a soft exhale. "Vale. I will save you dinner. Just in case." She murmurs, both looking and sounding a little disappointed over the fact you wouldn't be staying in with her.

Truth be told, you were too, though probably not as much.

Of course you absolutely adored Alexia, and given the chance you would spend every single night and day with her for the rest of your life. But Mapi was your best friend. Your best friend who you hadn't hung out with in months and had already rejected numerous invitations from before agreeing to this one a few weeks ago, so it would be extremely unfair to cancel on her now, and plus, you had been looking forward to it.

"You can come with us, you know." You say as you play idly with the waistband of her sweats, not wanting her to feel left out.

Alexia scrunches up her nose before shaking her head, the very answer you'd expected. She never liked to drink during the season, and when forced out with her team for celebrations, she would always stick to water. No matter how much Mapi tries and convinces her otherwise.

"No, amor. It is okay. I will stay here. Watch a game, maybe." She murmurs as she cups your cheeks, trailing her thumbs over the soft skin just briefly before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"Are you sure?" You ask as she pulls away, tilting your head to the side.

Alexia smiles. "Sí. I am sure. I will see you later, vale? Be safe."

You lean up on your tiptoes and peck her lips before pulling away and making your way over to the front door. "I will. Promise. I love you." You smile.

"Te amo, bebé."

Alexia watches you go before collapsing onto the couch with a quiet sigh. She felt pathetic for missing you already, having every intention prior to spending the night with you curled up on this very couch.

It was just one night, she reminds herself. Get over it.

*

It was way past midnight when Alexia finally hears the front door open and close, the muffled voices of you and Mapi filling her ears as she pulls out her headphones and sets both them and her phone onto her nightstand.

"Amor?" Alexia calls as she slides out of bed, crossing her bare arms against her chest as she makes her way out of the room. She finds you both still in the entryway of your shared apartment, talking loudly between yourselves as you lean on one another to futilely attempt to kick off your shoes. Neither one of you were particularly successful.

"Amor?" She tries again.

Your head whips round at the sound of her voice, eyes lighting up as you stumble over to her and all but throw your arms around her shoulders. Alexia catches you with no more than a soft grunt as your chest collides none too gently with her own, her arms instinctively looping around your waist.

"Hi baby, I missed you!" You slur, lips upturned into a crooked grin as you stare up at her. Alexia can't help but smile back as she loosely tucks a damp strand of hair out of your face.

"I missed you too bebé. Did you have fun?" She questions, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from you. Her eyes seem to instinctively flicker over to Mapi as you ramble animatedly about your night, the Spaniard still struggling to kick off her shoes as she stumbles and lets out quiet curses beneath her breath.

"-so much fun!" You finish off your drunk ramble as your head flops dramatically against her chest, Alexia humming response as she leans forward and brushes her lips against your forehead in a gentle kiss.

"Oh!" You cry suddenly as you whip your head up from her chest, Alexia's eyes widening in surprise as she stares down at you. You let out a quiet hiccup as you pat her face softly, Alexia grimacing subtly at the clamminess of your fingers.

"Mapi is sleeping here." You tell her 'sternly'.

Alexia's eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Mapi has her own house, no?"

"Yes but-" you hiccup. "But we want a sleepover, and Ingrid isn't home."

Alexia goes to speak again, but was promptly cut off by Mapi who now successfully had her shoes off and was stumbling to her feet.

"Sleepover!" She suddenly yells, Alexia visibly startling at the sound is she glances between the two of you unsurely.

"Sleepover!" You mimic, yanking yourself out of Alexia's hold. The blonde tries not to pout at the loss as she instinctively crosses her arms against her chest.

"Sleepover?" She repeats unsurely.

"Mhhh," you nod, sounding determined. "I am sleeping in bed with Mapi." 

"Qué?" Alexia frowns. You were choosing to sleep in bed with Mapi as opposed to her?

"Me and-" another hiccup. "Me and Mapi are going to have a sleepover, together."

Alexia's eyebrows furrow. "Why?"

"Because she'll be lonely by herself." You say, sounding genuinely annoyed that she didn't already know the answer to your question. It makes Alexia pause unsurely before she dares to speak again.

"But then I will be lonely." She futilely attempts to convince.

"It is-" you hiccup. "okay." You attempt to reassure though Alexia didn't find much comfort in your words.

She knows it wasn't rational to argue with you when you were the drunk. You were stubborn. So much so it was sometimes concerning. But Alexia had been by herself all night. She'd missed you, more so than she was willing to admit out loud and she couldn't quite find it in her to admit defeat just yet. 

"Please?" She finds herself pleading, sounding so unlike herself it makes her feel sick.

You hesitate, looking visibly unsure on what your next move should be. It was like deep down you knew something was wrong, but you were way too intoxicated to really figure it out.

Eventually, it appears as though your drunkenness wins out anyway, Alexia letting out a quiet exhale as she watches you tighten your grasp around Mapi's hand. "It's just for one night." You slur, sounding more convinced than Alexia feels.

She nods anyway, no longer willing to try and convince you otherwise when it was clear you had already made up your mind. Both you and Mapi soon disappear down the hall and into the guest room, the door slamming behind you a little harder than Alexia deems necessary. Swallowing yet another wince, she heads towards the front door and makes quick work of locking up for the night.

A night alone it was.

*

Alexia has no idea what time it is when the bedroom door of your shared room slowly creaks open, the hallway light shining in and illuminating the left side of the large bed she'd been left to sleep in alone. She sits up on her elbow, lips quirking up into a hopeful smile when she see's you tentatively peek your head through the gap the partially open door had created.

"Ale?" You murmur, not quite sounding fully sober but definitely not as intoxicated as you once had been.

"I'm here." Alexia assures quietly.

You step properly into the room before quietly closing the door behind you. "Mapi snores," you grumble as you stumble over to her and climb into bed, Alexia immediately bombarded by your body collapsing down onto her own forcing her head back onto its pillow. She loosely secures her arms around your waist as you continue talking.

"And she kicks." You nestle your head into her chest, your exhale of content seeping through the material of her shirt and hitting her skin. "You're much more comfortable."

Alexia raises an eyebrow. "I am?" She murmurs into the top of your head, her hand slipping beneath your shirt and resting on the bare skin of your back.

"Mhhh," You murmur, heavy lids fluttering closed. "It's sleepy time now."

"Okay." Alexia accepts with ease. You were still in the shirt you'd gone out in, and it was clear you hadn't brushed your teeth either, but she figures convincing you to get properly ready for bed now would only be pointless considering it appears as though you were only moments away from falling asleep. With the knowledge she had no choice other than to deal with it, she presses one last kiss to the top of your head before allowing her own eyes to close.

"Alexia?" Your quiet voice fills the room just as Alexia was on the brink of sleep.

"Mhh?"

"I love you."

Alexia smiles as she absentmindedly begins trailing the palm of her hand over the length of your back. "I love you too, bebé." She murmurs.

A few moments pass.

“Alexia?"

The blonde just about manages to refrain from groaning. "Sí, mi amor?"

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?" You ask with genuine curiosity.

Alexia's eyes whip open as she lifts her head off of her pillow. "Qué?"

You lift your head up off of her chest. It was too dark to see your face fully, but she could just about make out the outline of your features.

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?" You ask again, your voice becoming more insistent.

Alexia groans quietly as she drops her head back onto her pillow. "What does that even mean?" She grumbles, lifting one of her hands to rub at her eye.

"It means," you scoot up her body slightly as you clumsily cup her cheeks. Her lips pucker at the action, and she can't help but smile when you lean in and press a somewhat uncoordinated kiss to them. "If I was a worm, would you still love me?" You repeat yourself for the third time as you pull away.

"Amor, I-"

"Would you?"

"I don't-"

You sit up suddenly, legs straddling her hips as you cross your arms over your chest. "You wouldn't, would you?"

Alexia is baffled at the sudden anger in your voice. She forces herself to sit up too, arms winding around your waist effectively holding your chest flush against her own. "I never said that." She defends herself as she presses her lips against your cheek.

"But you didn't not say that either." You grumble, the pout audible in your words.

Alexia sighs heavily as she glances at the clock. Three thirty in the morning was not the time to be having this conversation.

"Amor, I would love you no matter what." She explains, hoping to end this conversation here so she could finally get some sleep.

Your arms uncross as you lean properly against her and rest your head on her shoulder. "Even if I was  worm?" You ask quietly.

Alexia nods as she cups the back of your head and grazes the pad of her thumb over your scalp, smiling at the deep sigh of content that falls from your lips. "Sí. Even if you were a worm." She placates, and you hum in satisfaction as you clutch tightly to the back of her grey tank top.

"I would love you if you were a worm too." You murmur sleepily, and Alexia huffs out a breath of amusement as she settles back against her pillow. 

"I am glad, amor."

"Alexia?"

Alexia groans. "Bebé, it's late. Go to sleep."

"But I'm hungry!" You complain loudly.

Alexia sighs. Of course you were.

**

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[azrakaban]

Augophile - Theodore Nott

N: RIGHT BITCHES! IT'S AU O'CLOCK! This is my first soulmate au, sorry if it's cringe <3 p.s. English is my first language but sorry anyway if there's any miss spellings

Requests: Still open <3

Requested by: Piss_Witch

Summary: AU where once you turn sixteen, you lose the ability to see colours until you meet your soulmate. But what if they don't want to see your colours?

Warnings: Angsty (a bit?), injury detail, i villainise McLaggen again <3 (He's racist for like one line and is a grade A asshole), mentions of amnesia, fluffy ending <3

Ships mentioned: Panstoria, Bluna

Dynamics: Grumpy X sunshine, miscommunication, soulmates, friends to lovers, tall and calm, short and excitable

Soul-mate. Soul-mate. Soul-mate.

Your heart beat in time with the words you'd been hearing all week long, unable to shake the excitable feeling that comes with approaching your sixteenth birthday.

Sweet sixteen held a meaning within teenagers, but a different one for magical teens such as yourself.

Having seen colours all your life, you were only partially prepared to lose sight of them all. You remembered Pansy's sixteenth, when she'd come downstairs crying.

"MY BI FLAG LOOKS LIKE SOME WEIRD ASS STRAIGHT FLAG!" She had sobbed, and you had comforted her until Astoria came into the room, and suddenly colours were visible again.

Your other friends weren't quite as lucky. Mattheo was unable to see colours, he stated plainly, while Theodore vehemently denied being able to see any colours at all. Just fifty shades of grey.

Draco was the youngest of the boys, and hadn't yet had his sixteenth. Blaise however was lucky, having been passing Ravenclaw dorm at the same time as a certain Luna Lovegood the week after his birthday.

And now here you were, in the week leading up to your birthday, saying your final goodbyes to colours.

"I'm going to miss seeing brown." You said idly as you fiddled with a blanket, lying across a couch in the Slytherin common room.

Draco snorted. "You'll miss brown? Why? It's such a boring colour." You sat up, indignant. "It's not. Cinnamon, trees in autumn, gingerbread, old vinyls, paper, vintage cars, antique bookshelves..." You listed, and a smile quirked at the corner of Theodore's mouth as he read.

"I think I'm just going to miss all the colours." You confessed.

"Our little Augophile." Blaise chuckled. You gave him a confused look. "Someone who loves colours." You thought for a second. "Sounds about right." You grinned.

The corner of Theo's mouth quirked again, but he looked back down to his book.

"I don't know if I'm ready." You said, sighing. The atmosphere of the room shifted instantly. "What do you mean?" Pansy said, unsticking herself from Astoria for a second.

"I mean I'm nervous. What if we're too similar? What if I hate them?" You said, stressing. "What if they hate me? WHAT IF IT'S DRACO." You yelled the last part, horrified. The others laughed.

Draco grimaced. "Thanks, l/n." You smiled. "Any time ferret." He glared at you, but you were too busy spiralling. 

"What do you want in a soulmate anyway, y/n?" Lorenzo asked, looking mildly curious. 

"Umm... nice, able to cook, ideally he'd be able to read, but given people like Crabbe and Goyle go to this school, that's not a guarantee..." You said, recieving a laugh. "My friends need to like him, and he needs to be willing to defend me." You said, finishing. (DON'T. MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER.)

"So... the bare minimum?" Mattheo said sarcastically. "Omg, babe, the bare minimum? You shouldn't have..." He rolled his eyes, laughing.

"I'm just kind of praying to a spiritual thing or whatever that they're not an asshole. That would suck." You said, fiddling with your hair.

Theo gently pulled your hand away from your hair. "You'll make your hair greasy." He said, not looking up.

You smiled and turned back to the conversation. "Look, y/n, I find it unlikely that the universe would give someone like you a bad person as a soulmate. I mean, that would be like you and me being together. Or you and Theo. It just wouldn't work." Mattheo said, shaking his head with a smirk.

"Right?!" You said, laughing softly. Theo stiffened slightly, unnoticed by everyone but the elder Riddle, who sat back reading a muggle book you had leant him.

You noticed Tom's smirk and turned to look at him. "What's on your mind Tomothy?" You said, smiling.

"Just Tom is fine, n/n. And I am merely amused by two characters in this story. Neil and Todd I believe? The two of them seem... rather well matched." Tom said idly. You smiled as Mattheo craned his neck to look at the book.

"Dead Poet's society?" He said, wrinkling his nose. "How do they write if they're dead? Ghosts don't have a present form to write with..." He frowned.

You laughed. "They don't write the poetry. Well, they do, but later on. They're obsessed with a poet called John Keats." Mattheo interrupted you.

"Sounds boooring, I don't wanna know." He said, groaning. Tom rolled his eyes as your smile faltered slightly. Theo noted that.

"I want to know." He said, placing his book carefully to the side, 'The secret history'.

You smiled. He had no idea what he was getting into.

You then spent the next two hours explaining the plot of dead poets to Theodore, who was, surprisingly, an avid listener. He asked questions in the right place, and although his expression didn't say much, he didn't move away or interrupt you, so you assumed he was interested.

"So... to be clear, they were never actually together, but you wish Neil and Todd were?" Theodore concluded. You nodded, brushing tears away from your eyes. A sniffle was heard from behind you, and you turned to see Lorenzo wiping his eyes with a tissue.

"My poor little homosexuals..." He said, looking genuinely sad. You and Theo exchanged a look, trying to work out if he was serious or not, which apparently he was, as you found out later. Theo awkwardly patted his back, trying to console him to the best of his ability.

You giggled to yourself, picking up your book and heading upstairs.

Theodore called after you. "Y/N!"

You turned, looking back at him from the steps to your dorm. "Yeah?"

"You're coming to the match tomorrow right?" He said hesitantly. "Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Matt's been pushing us hard, should be a good game." He continued, trying to gauge your reaction.

You nodded, smiling. "Oh yeah. I'll be there." You said, waving before you headed up to bed.

Theodore smiled to himself, before picking up his book again. You'd be there.

"TEN POINTS TO SLYTHERIN!" Lee Jordan's voice rang out across the stadium, amplified by his magical megaphone. You looked on excitedly as Enzo scored another goal for Slytherin, taking the lead from Gryffindor.

Gryffindor were clearly starting to get slightly worried, and their new beaters, Kirke and Sloper were clearly losing their nerve. They needed a distraction from the game, to give Gryffindor a lead.

They needed to take out someone who the entire Slytherin team would care about enough to stop the game for a moment.

They needed to take out you.

Throughout the game, Theodore's eyes flickered to you, making sure you were still watching. And every time he looked, there you were, eyes trained on the game and a happy smile on your face.

Theodore batted a bludger at Ginny Weasley, which Sloper deflected perfectly... until it wasn't perfect anymore.

The bludger came speeding towards you, too fast for you to move.

There was a sickening crunch, and then everything went black.

one week later

"-Mr Nott you need to leave, she needs rest and she'll probably be rather disorentated when she wakes-"

"-I don't care, I'm not leaving her like this."

"Huh?" You mumbled, eyes fluttering slightly before they opened a fraction.

A face swam into vision, looking down at you with a concerned frown. You felt a flash of something in your chest, and then the face came into colour.

"Careful, Mr Nott, she will be emotionally fragile after such damage." The woman's voice tutted as she bustled away.

It took you a minute of squinting to bypass the amnesia before a name came to you.

"Teddy?" You mumbled, and the figure rolled their eyes with a small smile.

"You haven't called me that since we were eight, y/n." The figure said, sitting back in the chair beside the hospital bed you were apparently in.

Right, y/n... that must be you. 'Teddy' frowned.

"Yes it's you, why wouldn't you be y/n?" He said, looking concerned, and you realised you had spoken aloud.

"She probably has some level of amnesia, from her head injury. She's also on a lot of pain meds, and may be a little honest." The lady said, bustling away near you. Teddy's mouth set into a hard line.

"Quel maledotto idiota. Non guarda dove sta colpendo quella dannata cosa, no, la colpisce semplicemente ovunque gli piaccia dannatamente." He grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose as he lapsed into his mothertongue. (That fucking idiot.  He doesn't look where he's hitting the damn thing, no, he just hits it wherever he damn well pleases)

"Uh, sorry, I don't speak Ravioli." You said, peering up at him curiously. "What did you say?"

"It doesn't matter." He said, shaking his head. "What do you remember from Saturday?" He said, looking at you intently.

You wrestled with your brain for a moment, trying to bypass your amnesia. "I remember walking to the quidditch stadium... and watching you. You were very good." You said absent mindedly, not noticing how that surprised him.

"I didn't know you were watching me particularly tesoro." He smirked, and you frowned. That name had stirred something in you... THEO! That was his name.

"I always do, I don't want any of you guys to get hurt, you're my best friends." You said, seeming confused as Theo's smirk dropped.

Right. Of course you wouldn't be watching just him. That would have been ridiculous. So why did he feel disappointed?

"But that's all I remember. What else happened?" You said, looking interested.

Theo hesitated. Did he tell you? Aw what the hell, you were going to find out anyway.

"You were watching the game with Pansy when an unnamed beater on the Gryffindor team threw a hissy fit and hit a bludger at you. I say unnamed because although I know exactly who it was that hit it, I couldn't be bothered to learn his name. Perhaps you can identify him?" Theo nodded towards a figure lying in a bed a few beds down to your right.

You craned your neck to see. They seemed to have a broken nose, and several bruises covering their face, making them look like some strange purple smurf.

"The grumpy lady said I have amnesia right? So honestly, given he looks like a bruised potato, I have no idea who that is." You said, smiling slightly, before looking again, this time noticing the patients name written on a get well soon card. 

"Actually, now that you mention it, a name does come to mind... A Jack Sloper I think?" 

Theo frowned, looking at the boy again. "If he's that recognisable, Tom and I clearly didn't do a good enough job." 

You giggled. "It's on his card, Teddy. His get well soon card. He probably needs all the well wishes he can get, given his current state."

Theo's lip twitched, and you saw a hint of a smile. "Glad to be of service." You smiled, which then flipped into a frown. "But... the scottish lady... what's her name... Old MacDonald?" At that Theodore laughed, a deep laugh that was all all too rare noise. 

"McGonagall, y/n." You beamed. "Right, thanks!" He shook his head, smiling at you. "Anyway, McGonagall, there's no way she let you get away with this." At that, Theo winced. 

"That bad huh?" He grimaced, and you braced for impact. "Two months detention." He said, shaking his head. You sighed. "Not expelled then." Theo looked shocked. "God no tesoro, she was rather sympathetic to my cause actually." You straightened. "Which was?" 

Theo frowned. "He hurt you y/n, I couldn't just let him get away with no repercussions." You looked confused. "You didn't beat up that Hufflepuff guy when he broke our blonde friends name..." You searched for a name, racking your brain. 

"Astoria, and I won't tell her you forgot her name, lest she murder you in cold blood." Theo chuckled lowly. You smiled gratefully, then remembered your question. "So, why'd you beat up Sloper and not the Hufflepuff when he hurt Astoria?" You asked softly, fiddling with your pale cream bedsheets.

"Perché Astoria non sei tu." He rolled his eyes. (Because Astoria isn't you.) 

You frowned. "There you go again with the ravioli. What's special about me? I can't mean much more than her." Theo hesitated, as if he'd made a mistake. "You're not special. I've just known you longer, you're an obligation, not a choice, y/n." He replied, voice slightly cold. 

That hurt, and he saw it in your face, internally cursing himself. This is why it was stupid to be close to you, he'd just end up hurting you with stupid words and silly lies and ridiculous promises.    

"I know. Don't worry." You whispered, eyes roving over the vibrant colours of the flowers on Sloper's bedside. "But you don't need to fight for me, Theo." Unknowingly, that hurt Theo. 

You'd said you wanted a soulmate who would defend you, and now that he'd done it for you, you were saying you didn't need him to. Clearly you didn't want him to be like your ideal soulmate. You didn't want him. And not only that, he was Theo again. Not Teddy. Just Theo, what everyone else called him. Well, everyone else he cared even a little for. 

"I know, don't worry." He replied coldly, standing and leaving. You felt horrible. He'd fought for you, risked his safety, and you'd rebuked him. You hoped he wasn't too upset over it. Something in you felt wrong when he was upset. 

He came back in after a moment. "Y/N, I'm sorry." He sighed. "This has probably been a lot for you. And I know what you're saying, don't feel bad. I gotta go to detention though, okay Tesoro? I'll see you later solare." He kissed your forehead and then left. And everything felt better. (Darling, sunshine)

A month had passed since you were freed from the jail of the hospital wing and you were flying high, except for the fact that you had hardly seen Theo, given his two months detention. You missed your best friend, least of all because of the major crush you'd been harbouring for a year or so.

You had been reminded of the existence of soulmates, but were still not sure how people knew they were soulmates, and hadn't wanted to ask for fear of being thought stupid. Unfortunately, you were about to find out. Or, think so.

"Y/N!" A voice called after you as you walked out of class. You span, and noticed Cormac McLaggen watching you with an unreadable expression. 

"Yeah?" You replied uncertainly. 

"Can I talk to you for a moment? It's really important." He called. You nodded carefully, following him. 

"I know this must come as a shock, but we're soulmates." You started. "What?" You were confused.

"I know, it shocked me too, I had no idea, it doesn't feel real. I'm so happy, though. I knew we were meant to be together." He said excitedly, smirking. "How... How do you know?" You asked, trying to look indifferent. 

"Well, I know you forgot how soulmates work, but the man in the relationship can always tell. You feel this weird pull towards her, and then you just know. I know you can feel it too." He said, so convincingly. 

You looked at him. He looked so convinced, so excited. How could you tell him you couldn't feel it? "Yes, I feel it." You said, trying to sound convinced. He looked surprised for a second, before his face relaxed. "Good, good! So, can I take you out?" 

You thought for a second. He was your soulmate after all. "Okay, sure." You put on a bright smile. 

"Awesome, meet me in Hogsmeade this weekend then." He said, walking away. Was that it? Your soulmate? You thought it would be more. A magical flash of light, some weird pull... but nothing. But he was. He was. So you would push through. 

(A month later)

You were in your dorm bathroom with Pansy and Astoria, getting ready for a date with Cormac. He wasn't a perfect soulmate, but he was okay? Right? He forced you to spend an awful lot of time with him. As a result, you'd barely seen your friends since he spoke to you the first time. As for Theo... you hadn't seen him properly since the hospital wing, besides a few group hangouts, due to his detention, which had finally ended tonight. And you missed him. 

"-Y/N!" A voice called you and you snapped out of your thoughts. "Hmm? Yes sorry?" 

"I was asking how it felt for you when you first saw colours again. You know, when you first looked at McLaggen." Astoria said, smiling.

You frowned. "What?" Pansy looked confused. 

"You know, when you look at your soulmate, and the colour comes back into your life after the grey." Pansy said, trying to prompt your memory. "Maybe your memory still isn't all there." She said sympathetically. 

"When you turned sixteen, you would have lost the ability to see colours for a bit, until you saw McLaggen." Astoria explained, smiling. "I was asking how it felt for you to see colours again." 

You froze, tensing up. You had been able to see colours before you see Cormac. You had been able to see colours way before then. Oh god. Why had Cormac lied to you?

"Y/N? So, how'd it feel?" You jerked back into consciousness. "Umm, yeah, it felt good." You said, and realised they were watching you. You noticed your expression had dropped and upped the wattage of your smile. That put them off for a little, at least until you were gone. 

You decided to wait near the library, which was where Cormac had said he'd meet you. Let the waiting begin. As you waited, you began to wonder. Was Cormac even your soulmate like he said he was? He'd have no reason to lie about that. And even so, if you'd always been able to see colours, maybe your soulmate was dead? That made sense. Maybe your soulmate was dead, and Cormac knew, so he replaced him. 

You frowned. That was ridiculous, nearly Aaron Warner level delusional. And McLaggen still wasn't there for you to ask. 

And little did you know, he wouldn't be for quite a while. 

Theo's POV

Finally, a night without detention. It had been a seriously long time since he'd had a free night, and he revelled in it. Not that it hadn't been worth it, Sloper would be much careful with his bat now, and he'd managed to get an apology to you. Not without Theo threatening him though and Tom glaring at him ominously. 

Although having to babysit a load of excitable and enthusiastic first years was not the way anybody would want to spend every Tuesday. How were they so happy? And enthusiastic? And not absolutely drowning in homework? No, Theo couldn't understand it. But hey, they were at least invested in learning chess, which he taught them with great patience. Tom, not so much. 

He had been asked to tutor second years, and reduced a poor Ravenclaw girl to tears, earning him another additional day of detention. 

Theo slid down onto a couch in the common room with Blaise to his left. Dracp clapped him on the back, grinning. "Welcome back to having a social life, Nott." Theo grimaced slightly, but let a smile grace his face.

"Catch me up then, what did I miss?" He said, trying to seem nonchalant, when in reality, he was dying to know the castle gossip. Not that he'd ever tell Pansy and Astoria, they'd hound him for eternity. 

"Umm... let me think. Oh yeah, so, Anna Dbrovnik in 7th year had a pregnancy scare, but it was okay because it turned out she hadn't even had sex, Lavender Brown has a crush on Ron Weasley, and Y/N and Cormac McLaggen started dating." Astoria reeled off, noticing Theo's face harden and him sit up at her last words. 

"What?" He said lethally quietly. "Oh yeah, turns out he's her soulmate, which none of us really saw coming, and now they're going out. Weird right?" Pansy continued brightly, obviously aware of what she'd just done.

"I didn't know it was possible to have two soulmates." Theo said quietly. Seven heads turned his way. "Alright man, what the flip?" Said Lorenzo, earning a badly disguised giggle from Mattheo. 

"Y/N's my soulmate, and now I find out I have to share her with McLaggen?" Theo spat bitterly. Some cruel trick of nature. "That's not possible. Everyone only has one soulmate, it's written into the laws of the universe or something." Tom said, trying to appear indifferent. 

"So that means either you're lying, which I doubt, or McLaggen is. WHAT A LITTLE WHORE!" Astoria screeched, furious on your behalf. "Alright, calm down babe." Pansy grabbed her shoulders, pulling Astoria back and kissing her head. 

"I WILL NOT BE SILENT! SOME UGLY GRYFFINDOR HOE HAS DECIEVED MY BEST FRIEND!" Astoria said, voice raising in decibels with each syllable. 

Pansy thought for a second, and then realised something. "She already knows."

There was a sharp intake of breath from several people, before Blaise asked the all important question. "How do you know?" 

Pansy slid down onto the sofa. "She froze up when we asked her how it felt to find out McLaggen was her soulmate. We mentioned the whole colours thing and she looked so confused, she clearly didn't know that that's how it works. How did we not see that?" Pansy groaned. 

Theo coughed. "So... if she knew he wasn't her soulmate and knew he'd been lying to her, why did she still go to him?" He said, trying to douse the flame burning in his chest with water. 

"Knowing Y/N, that's not going to be a date for her, it's going to be a confrontation." Draco smirked. The water became gasoline, the fire burning it's way through his body before reaching his brain and shocking him into motion.

"I have to tell Y/N. I have to at least talk to her, even if she rejects me." Theo said, standing quickly. Pansy scoffed. "Yeah, as if she's about to reject you." Astoria giggled, and Theo froze. 

"What?"

Theo, you're almost as blind as Astoria without contacts." Astoria stopped giggling and glared at her girlfriend, who gave her an apologetic look. "Y/N's had an itty bitty massive crush on you since you were kids, Theo." Pansy said, rubbing his shoulder sympathetically. "So don't screw this up, or we'll all hit you to Pluto." She said brightly. Theo turned to the group. 

"That true? You'd all hit me to Pluto if I hurt her?" There was a collective silence, and Theo exhaled. "Wow, thanks guys." He said sarcastically. 

"I'd only hit you to mars, but that's because of cracky joints." Enzo offered. Theo rolled his eyes, standing and leaving the common room, speed walking down corridors to try and find you. 

"WRONG WAY! SHE'S AT THE LIBRARY!" Pansy called after him. He flushed, before turning and running the correct way. 

...

Your POV

You had been waiting just under half an hour for McLaggen, with him still no show. You sighed quietly, before beginning to walk away from the library, wandering aimlessly towards the Gryffindor common room to try check on him. 

You had barely got a corridor away when McLaggen appeared infront of you, chest heaving and out of breath. "GOT- HELD- UP- WITH- UH... HOMEWORK!" He wheezed, catching his breath. Your eyes quickly roved over him, taking in his appearance. You noticed his half done belt, and a lipstick print on his ruffled collar, his rumpled shirt.

You didn't have to be a Ravenclaw to work that one out. But instead of feeling upset, or angry, or mad.. you felt nothing. Maybe a little disappointed, given you thought he was better than that, but honestly? Recent events had dissipated the few shreds of respect you still had for him. 

"Yes, I'm sure homework can be incredible distracting." You said quietly. He didn't appear to notice. "Right so, shall we go?" He said presumptuously. You shook your head. 

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you." You said nervously. He groaned. "Y/N, you talk too much, we'll be late." He said, rolling his eyes, gripping your wrist and attempting to pull you along. A few students looked on at this. You bit back a retort, wrenching your wrist from his grip. 

"Why'd you tell me we're soulmates?" You asked carefully. He turned, shock evident on his face as his hand became clammy. "Because we are, babe. Come along now." He said through gritted teeth. You shook your head vehemently, as Theodore and a few of your other friends came around the corner, out of breath, Theodore in front.

"I could see colours before I saw you. You took advantage of me, and you lied to me. I want to know why." You took a step closer, glaring at him. 

He took a step back, a smirk crossing his face, which you felt a burning urge to slap. "Calm it, Y/N, or I'll think you're confused. You sure you don't need to see madam Pomfrey?" He said in mock sympathy, obviously trying to get a laugh out of his audience. No-one laughed. 

Theo stepped forward, coming to stand beside you. "You can do this, Tesoro. Don't let him gaslight you." He whispered to you. You smiled. Cormac frowned.

"What are you saying to her?" He glared. 

"I'm telling her the best way to dismember you without getting caught." Theo deadpanned, smirking at you with that signature look of his. You grinned up at him, and Tom raised an eyebrow. "You're talking about method five right?" He said, frowning.

Theo rolled his eyes. "I was being sarcastic, but yes, if I was to tell her I'd use that one." Tom nodded and returned to his position against the wall. 

"You're being stupid, Y/N. You know I'm your soulmate, so stop being so ridiculous." He scoffed, pulling you towards him. Theo gently pulled you back, pulling McLaggen's hands off of you with such force that he winced. 

"You don't touch her, Signor Piccolo Cazzo." Theo taunted, glaring. He pushed you behind him. "You don't get to walze in here, gaslight her and act like she's the problem. È incredibile e tu non meriti di pulirle le scarpe." (Mr Small dick) (She's incredible, and you are not worth of wiping her shoes.)

McLaggen clenched his fists, clearly not knowing what Theo was saying, but getting the gist of it. "Look it's none of your goddamn business Nott, just fuck off back to your own country." You started at that, walking forward and slapping him across the face. Cormac reeled. 

"FUCK Y/N? WHY WOULD YOU HIT YOUR SOULMATE?" He yelled, clearly playing the victim. No-one came to help him. 

"She's not your fucking soulmate." Theo said, lethally quiet. You were surprised. How did he know that?

"YOU CAN'T PROVE THAT NOTT, CAN YOU? HOW DO YOU KNOW?" McLaggen taunted him. And that was Theo's breaking point. 

"BECAUSE SHE'S MY SOULMATE. SHE'S MEANT TO BE MINE, AND I'M FUCKING HERS, AND MERLIN DAMN ME IF I LET A STRONZO LIKE YOU STEAL HER HEART." Theo exploded, towering over McLaggen. 

You froze. Looking at Theo. Looking at McLaggen. Looking at Theo. Him looking at you.

 "It's you." 

It wasn't a question. It was barely a statement. It was a truth, unknown until now. 

"Whatever. You were a fucking bet anyway." Cormac said, rolling his eyes. At that, Theo turned, and you gripped his wrist, pulling him away from McLaggen. 

"I don't want you to get in trouble." You whispered to him. 

"Solare, right now I couldn't care less." He murmured to you. You smiled, shaking your head. "I don't think we need to do anything." You gestured to a furious Ravenclaw girl. 

"You said you'd broken up." She glared at Cormac. "Y/N, girl, I swear I wouldn't have gone near him if I'd known you were still together." She said, turning to you apologetically. You shook your head, smiling. 

"Don't worry." She smiled gratefully, before her friends dragged him off, no doubt to violently insult him.

You turned back to Theo, before you hugged him tightly. He started, before he wrapped you into a hug, putting his chin on your head. (Before someone says something about being a pick me short girl, I'm literally 5'2 irl lol I'm basing this off of my height and experiences (or lack of)

"So..." You whispered, looking up at him. He smiled down at you, that small smile reserved only for you. 

"I know." He exhaled. 

"Why didn't you tell me? It's not like you didn't have time, hell, you must have known like eight months?" You said, upset. 

"I wanted you to come to me because you like me, not because we habe some soul connection. And I was pretty sure I was the last guy around that you'd want as your soulmate. When you described your ideal soulmate, you said someone willing to defend you, and when I did, you told me I didn't need to. I was confused, Bella." He said desperately.

"I told you you didn't need to because I hate seeing you hurt! It physically pains me, Teddy." Theo tightened his hold on you at that. "I really really care about you Theo, and that's probably because I'm desperately in love with you." You said, cheeks warming as you looked down. "You feel right. And you were the first thing I saw when I woke up, which is why I was always able to see colours." You realised.

You felt a hand on your chin, tilting your face up before a pair of lips met your forehead. Then your nose. Then each of your cheeks. The corner of your mouth. And finally, your lips.

Your first kiss with Theo was everything you had imagined in your little daydreams before bed to help you fall asleep. Except, this time, your brain hadn't just skipped to the good part, you had actually gone through and experienced all the build up. And god was it worth it. 

He pulled back after a moment, and your lips chased his, eliciting a chuckle from him as he kissed you back. 

"I love you like you are my oxygen. My sunshine." He murmurs to you, holding you close and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You giggled.

"We've both been such idiots." You whispered, smiling. 

"Thank god Pansy told me you love me or this would have been mortifying." He smirked, laughing lowly. You gasped. 

"PANSY!" You struggled against the hands around your waist, attempting to get to her. "THEO- LET- ME- GO!" You glared at your soulmate as he chuckled.  

"Much as I'd love to see you try fight, love, I don't want you to hurt your friends." You glared. "WHY?!"

"You'd be sad in the morning." He said, smiling. 

"Seriously? That's your only objection?" Pansy looked unimpressed. 

Theo shrugged. "If it makes her happy." He smiled down at you, where you had given up in your attempts to escape and were relaxing back into his warmth. 

"Damn you and your stupid perfectness." You whispered to him, , and he leaned down and kissed you until you were smiling again.

A/N: My first soulmate AU! GAH! Hope you enjoyed, please leave a like, comment or reblog if you did, requests still open, have a good one <3

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[foreingersgod]

Kiss Me ? . CC

pairings: caitlin clark x reader

synopsis: caitlin should be focusing on practice, but she finds it incredibly hard to take her focus off of you

“please baby can we just go home?” caitlin groaned from the gymnasium floor, the ball that was once in her hands now bouncing carelessly on the ground.

you rolled your eyes with a brief chuckle, moving your eyes from your phone to look at her pleading expression. you adjusted yourself in your seat as you watched her drag over to your spot on the sidelines.

caitlin had been in and out of the gym, going to practices and running drills nonstop recently, and it was starting to drive her crazy. she loved basketball and she felt more than comfortable when she was playing, but damn did she miss you even more. the longer she spent at the gym was more time spent away from you, and lately it was taking a toll on her. most days she just wanted to stay in bed with you and never leave. and even though you would absolutely love that, you’d feel guilty if you were the reason she wasn’t sticking to her schedule.

you tried to be a supportive and motivating girlfriend by doing everything you could. you'd do homework on the bleachers and come to practice with her to keep her company, packing her a small lunch and making sure her water bottle was filled. and, on days you couldn't attend, you'd write her a small note and put it in her duffle bag for a small pick-me-up.

but unlike you had hoped, your company had only made it more difficult for her to stay focused. caitlin found every excuse in the book to wander over in your direction. sometimes it was to tell you joke, other times she claimed she wanted to help you with homework, and most of the time it was just to touch you in some sort of way. kiss your cheek, rest her head on your shoulder, rub her hand along your thigh...any sort of touch, you name it and she'd abandon her drills just to do it.

"cait, we've only been here for like 20 minutes" you chuckled when she sat down in front of you, her head lolling back to rest in your lap "you need to practice"

"but i miss you" she whined with a pout "i'll practice tomorrow"

"yea you said that yesterday. and the day before that...and the day before that..." you teased as your hands instinctively came up to play with her hair, fingers toying with her head band and ponytail. she laughed at that, shaking her head although she knew it was true. you were her weak spot, that was clear "come on babe, just a little while longer and we can go home. what can i do to motivate you?"

"i dunno" she shrugged as she sat up, pulling up her socks and hoisting herself up. she pondered for a moment, eyes traveling across the room in deep thought before her face lit up excitedly "oh, i think i have an idea"

"hm?" you questioned, expecting her to ask you to run drills or pass her the balls to shoot.

"kiss me" she said, hands on her hips proudly, sly smirk tugging at her lips.

"kiss you?" your eyebrow quirked up, letting her know that you were beyond confused "how's that gonna get you to focus on practicing?"

"okay okay hear me out-" she defended, but you were still skeptical. hearing her out probably didn't entail anything good, you thought.

"alright, i'm listening" you egged her on "let's hear this idea of yours"

"so i'm thinking," the smile on her lips now even bigger "that every time i make a shot...you reward me by kissing me! it's a win-win, really, you know cause i get a kiss for doing a good job, and you get to kiss a basketball superstar"

that earned a dramatic eyeroll from you, although you couldn't suppress the lovesick grin that formed as well. she was quite creative, you knew, but you hadn't expected this sort of ploy from her. through an infectious fit of laughter, you saw her waiting for a genuine response with the repetitive tapping of her foot on the varnished floor. as corny as it was, you couldn't help but give into her plan.

"okay fine, you dork" you sighed playfully as you stood up, walking over to her "but only if you make it, no distractions"

"yes ma'am" she saluted, rushing over to her discarded ball to get started as quick as possible.

and so it started, a pattern consisting of deep kisses and effortless three pointers. you'd watch her take her position at the curved line, knees and elbows bending ever so slightly before she shot the ball straight through the net, she was flying through each shot with ease. then, after retrieving the ball, she'd jog over to you giddily, lips puckering as she waited for her promised kiss. and each time you'd smile as your arms looped around her neck and your lips pressed into hers. that feeling would never get old.

time seemed to fly by as you two continued your little routine, 20 minutes soon turned into 40 and then into over an hour. it felt as though you could have done this all day long, missing the feeling of her lips every time she ran back to the three-point line. and maybe you could have, but cailtin began to get tired, her shots getting sloppier with each passing minute. you knew that the both of you were ready to head home and get some much-needed rest.

caitlin slumped down into a seat, wiping her forehead with her exceptionally sweaty gatorade towel before pulling a spare hoodie over her head. meanwhile you helped her collect her things to make it a little easier for her. with a comforting hand on the small of her back, you guided her out of the gymnasium and made your seemingly long trek out to the car.

you got behind the wheel with an exhausted slump, caitlin already buckling herself up in the passenger's seat. you turned on the a.c. to a medium setting, just the way cailtin liked it, and turned the radio to her favorite station. she hummed, heart swelling as the fact that you knew her so well. the cold air emitting from the vents soothed her almost instantly, causing her to flutter eyes shut in content.

"babe?" you called out to an oddly quiet car, normally she was a chatter box after practice, never letting you get a moment of silence. you never complained, you loved everything she had to say "baby?"

still there was no response, only the soft buzz of a taylor swift song in the background. you shifted your eyes off the road for a quick second to look to your right to inspect the situation. you could have sworn your heart exploded in that moment, seeing her sleepy state in her seat. she had sunk deep into the leather fabric, one arm propped on the center console to hold up her head. her lips were parted ever so slightly as soft breathes escaped her, one of her hoodie strings caught between her teeth. she was completely knocked out. if your hands weren't steering, you would have taken a picture. she looked so soft and sweet, the perfect depiction of your girl.

in the public eye, she was most known to be strong and resilient no matter what was thrown at her. and it was more than true, caitlin was the toughest person you knew. but what most people didn't get to see, was this side of her, gentle caitlin who let her guard down. the caitlin who snores and drools when she sleeps, the cailtin that would turn down practice just to be with you.

the cailtin that can't help but smile when you reach over, eyes still closed as you run your thumb across her cheekbone, wanting the feeling of your touch to last forever.

[kirby0strombolli]

★彡ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɴᴇ - ᴍᴀᴅɪꜱᴏɴ ʙᴇᴇʀ ★彡

madison beer x fem!reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ. ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ɢʀᴀᴅᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴜʀɴꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʟᴜꜱᴛ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: SMUT, ᴄᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ, ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ɪᴅᴋ.

The bass of the party thumped through the walls as Madison made her way down the hallway, weaving past laughing guests with a casual drink in her hand.

She wasn’t supposed to be here—not in this part of the house, anyway. But when she’d overheard you complaining about struggling with the zipper on your dress, she hadn’t been able to resist.

“I’ll help!” she’d offered, tone dripping with artificial sweetness as she’d pushed past a few lingering party goers, eyes already set on the closed bathroom door.

You barely glanced over your shoulder when she stepped inside, face tight with annoyance. “I’m fine—”

“Too late,” she cut you off, stepping into the small space and shutting the door behind her. She leaned back against it, a small smirk playing at her lips. “Turn around.”

With a huff, you shot her a glare in the mirror, but it only seemed to amuse her more. Reluctantly, you shifted, exposing the bare skin of your back. “Just zip it up and go away, Madison.”

She clicked her tongue, moving closer, her fingers brushing against the delicate curve of your spine. “That’s no way to talk to your best friend,” she teased, her voice a low murmur.

The air between you crackled with tension, suffocating and thick, like it always did when she got too close.

You stood rigid, fighting the shiver that threatened to betray you as she tugged the zipper up inch by inch, her fingertips trailing along your skin far more than necessary. She leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Wouldn’t want your pretty little dress to fall apart in front of everyone, would we?” she whispered, her breath hot against your neck.

Your breath caught, and you hated yourself for the way your body reacted, heat pooling between your thighs. But Madison didn’t need to know that. You jerked away, spinning around to face her, cheeks flushed.

“Get away from me,” you snapped, voice shaking, but she didn’t move. If anything, she looked pleased. The corner of her mouth quirked up as she stared you down, eyes dark with something dangerous.

“What’s the matter?” she taunted softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face, her fingers lingering on your cheek. “You don’t like it when I’m this close?”

You swallowed hard, refusing to back down. “I hate you,” you spat, your words lacking the force you wanted them to have.

“Sure,” she drawled, her gaze dropping pointedly to your parted lips, making your pulse stutter. “That's not what you were moaning in my ear last night.”

You paused, blinking at her, the words sinking in slowly. Wait, what? Last night? Your mind scrambled, trying to remember—there was no way you’d been that reckless, right?

You froze, confusion washing over you for a second. Last night? Then it hit you. Oh no. You’d fallen asleep on the video call with her.

Madison’s smirk deepened as the realization hit you like a truck. Oh, God. Your cheeks flushed crimson as the memory of your vivid wet dream from last night came flooding back—the one where she'd had you pinned beneath her, whispering filthy things in your ear...

Madison raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying your sudden silence. “Ah, there it is. Remember now?” she teased, leaning in closer, her breath hot against your skin.

You stammered, trying to find a comeback, but all you could think about was the dream—and how it had felt so real. Your body still remembered every detail.

You thought it had all been in your head.

Madison’s smirk widened as she leaned in, clearly enjoying your embarrassment. “Guess you’re not as good at hiding it as you think,” she whispered, her breath hot against your skin.

And then, with a smug little smile, she stepped back, leaving you standing there, shaking with frustration and something else entirely.

Back in the main room, you tried to pull yourself together, pasting on a smile as the music blared around you.

Madison was already back to her social butterfly routine, all bright laughter and easy charm.

Everyone thought the two of you were best friends, inseparable, the perfect picture of 'celebrity best friends'.

They’d be shocked if they knew the truth—that every sugary smile was just a mask for the simmering hatred underneath.

You spotted her leaning against the bar, surrounded by a small group of admirers, tossing her hair back and batting her eyelashes as she effortlessly flirted with them.

It was infuriating, how easily she played the role, making people gravitate toward her. But you knew her game. You’d played it a hundred times before—pushing each other to the edge, daring one another to snap.

But tonight, something was different.

Her gaze met yours across the room, and for a moment, the world narrowed to just the two of you. The smirk on her lips sent a shiver down your spine.

But then, with a newfound confidence, instead of looking away or shrinking back like you usually would, you lifted your chin, heart pounding as you locked eyes.

You could see the challenge there, the dare in the way she stared you down, daring you to make a move.

So you did.

With deliberate, confident strides, you pushed off the wall and made your way through the crowd, ignoring the way her gaze sharpened as you closed the distance.

You didn’t stop until you were standing right beside the guy she had been toying with—a tall, broad-shouldered man with a lazy grin and an aura that screamed trouble.

But as you approached, his eyes flickered to you, interest sparking in them. Madison’s gaze hardened, her smirk faltering for just a second.

You didn’t stop until you were right beside him, slipping into his personal space effortlessly. You leaned in, close enough that your lips brushed the shell of his ear, and whispered something low and teasing—something only he could hear.

Whatever you said made him grin, his eyes lighting up with amusement.

Then, without missing a beat, you turned your head and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to get your point across.

You smiled sweetly at him, then shot a pointed look at Madison before turning on your heel and walking away, your heart racing with satisfaction.

You could feel Madison’s eyes burning into your back as you went, and you knew she wouldn’t let it slide.

The satisfaction of seeing Madison’s expression—the fury and disbelief warring in her eyes—almost made you want to laugh out loud.

But you didn’t get far.

You barely made it a few steps before a hand shot out, gripping your wrist, nails digging into your skin with enough force to make you stumble.

You turned sharply, heart pounding, to find Madison standing there, her face twisted into a dangerous scowl.

“Really? Him?” Madison snapped, her irritation clear.

You smirked, leaning back with a cocky shrug. “What’s wrong?” you taunted, tilting your head slightly, eyes glinting with challenge. “Jealous?”

“Jealous?” Madison almost laughed, her voice edged with venom. “We’re not together. We’re not anything.”

“Right,” you drawled, letting your gaze drop to her lips, before flicking back up to her angry eyes. “Just enemies. With benefits.”

She paused before answering, “And nothing more,” she spat back, though the crackle of tension between you told a different story.

Your smirk only grew as you watched her squirm, knowing she was struggling to deny what was brewing beneath the surface.

"Is that so?” you murmured, voice dripping with challenge.

Something shifted in her gaze, her lips dropping just a fraction. “Yes,” she said slowly, but there was a faint quiver in her voice.

~

“Then how can you explain all the flirting ?” you shot back, stepping closer until your chests were almost brushing.

Her lips parted, but no words came out. You pressed forward, cornering her against the wall, watching as her breath quickened.

“See?” you murmured, dropping your voice to a low, taunting whisper. “Not so confident now, huh?”.

Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she looked away, jaw clenched tight. But she didn’t push you away. She didn’t even deny it.

“Shut up,” she whispered, but the tremor in her voice gave her away.

“You want me to stop?” you asked softly, leaning in until your lips brushed her ear. “Or do you want to fuck me like you hate me?”

Her gaze snapped back to yours, wide and dark, a storm brewing in her eyes. She stared at you for a long, tense moment, the air between you electric.

Then, slowly, a smirk curled her lips, innocence slipping away as her expression shifted to something bolder, more seductive, and undeniably confident.

Her breath hitched for a second, but she quickly recovered, that smirk never faltering.

"Stop?" she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement. "I think we both know the answer to that."

Her hand slid up your arm, grip tightening. "I want to make you regret asking."

Before you could respond, she crashed her lips against yours, the kiss hungry and demanding, needy.

You melted against her, surrendering to the heat of the moment, knowing there was no turning back.

And just like that, the night shifted.

Madison’s grip closed around your arm, and before you could protest she was yanking you toward the same bathroom you had just met in earlier.

The door slammed shut behind you, the music from the party muffled by the thick walls.

Her eyes were blazing with something dark, a mix of anger and desire that sent a rush of adrenaline through you.

Without a word, she spun you around, pressing your body hard against the sink, your reflection staring back at you in the mirror.

The cool surface of the counter dug into your hips as her hand reached for the zipper of your dress.

You whimpered softly as she harshly began to tug it down, the sound of the zipper echoing in the small space, your skin prickling with a mix of fear and anticipation.

"Not so confident now, are you dollface?" she mocked, voice low and dangerous, stroking your face softly, tucking the tray strands of hair behind your ear.

Before you could respond, she yanked the zipper the rest of the way down, exposing the bare skin of your back, harshly tugging it all the way down, dress pooling around your ankles, leaving you in your pretty, lacy panties and matching bra.

You were about to snap something back at her, but then you felt it—something hard pressing against you as she leaned in, her breath hot against your neck. It wasn’t her body… it was something else.

Your eyes widened as realization hit you. She had a strap-on.

The sensation of it against your skin sent a sudden jolt of heat straight to your core, and despite the situation, your body betrayed you.

You felt yourself getting wet, desire pooling low in your stomach as Madison's hand slid down to your waist, her grip possessive and firm.

She slowly discarded her own skirt, long enough to hide the strap-on - but short enough to show off her curves.

“You’re soaked already,” she whispered into your ear, as she yanked your panties to the side, gently rubbing against you, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Guess you like it when I’m in control."

You tried to keep your composure, tried to fight back the heat flooding through your body, but it was impossible.

Her fingers grazed over your skin, sending shivers down your spine as she pressed the hard length of the strap-on against you more firmly, teasing you, making you squirm beneath her touch.

In front of the mirror, Madison slowly began to strip, slowly unbuttoning her tight blouse, one button at a time, the fabric of her skimpy top sliding off her shoulders, teasing you with glimpses of her skin.

She caught your gaze, a wicked smile dancing on her lips as she slowly bought one of your hands to cup her breasts, your nails tracing over the soft curves, inviting you to admire her as she shedded her own bra, naked except for the strap on.

"Is this what you wanted?" she taunted, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "You were practically begging for it back there."

You bit down on your lip, eyes darting around her body in the mirror trying to hold back the moan building in your throat, but she wasn’t going to let you off easy.

Her hand slipped down between your legs, covered by the thin layer of your panties, her fingers barely grazing you, and it was enough to make your knees buckle.

Madison smirked, her breath hot against your neck. "Admit it. You love this."

Your body was on fire, the tension from the night crashing down on you all at once.

You hated her for this, for making you feel so powerless, but at the same time, you couldn’t deny how much you wanted it—wanted her.

"Madi- please," You whine, unable to resist her anymore. You wanted her.

Fuck, you needed her.

"S'ok baby," She murmured into your ear, holding your needy gaze in the mirror with a lustful one of her own, "I need to hear you say it."

Madison pressed even harder, the strap on digging into you now, making you grind against it involuntarily, quietly moaning her name.

"I need you, please," You practically whimper, knees trembling.

“That’s all you had to say, baby,” she replied, turning your face sideways, nails grazing your jaw.

She captured your lips in a kiss, one hand gripping your waist while the other caressing your jaw, smirking against your mouth as the kiss deepened. The warmth of her body pressed against yours sent shivers down your spine.

Madison’s grip on your waist tightened as she pushed you forward once again, bending you over the sink, your face turned to the side, lips still locked in the kiss.

As she pulled away, Madison gently kissed your cheek, her lips lingering for just a moment before she hooked a finger under the waistline of your panties.

With a torturous pace, she dragged them down your legs, leaving them tangled around your ankles along with your dress.

The mirror in front of you reflected the lust in her eyes, the barely controlled desire as she positioned herself behind you, leaving kisses on your back, as your pussy glistened, the strap on lingering so close to your cunt.

Without warning, she thrust into you, the sudden intrusion stealing the breath from your lungs.

Your head snapped back, a soft moan escaping your lips before you could stop it.

The rhythm of the music from the party outside pounded through the walls, syncing with the brutal pace Madison set, each thrust pushing you harder against the sink, the cold surface biting into your skin.

You let out a strangled moan, hands grasping at the edge of the counter top as Madison, with a confident smirk, effortlessly unclipped your bra with one hand.

The fabric slipped away, revealing your full breasts, one of your hands going to cup it straight away, head dropping as lust flooded through you, Madison's relentless pace never failing.

“Look at yourself,” she ordered, her voice a low growl. She grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head up so your eyes were forced to meet the reflection in the mirror.

Your gaze locked on yourself, disheveled and breathless, your mouth hanging slightly open as she took you from behind, her hips slamming into yours with a fierce intensity.

But then your eyes found Madison’s in the reflection, and the sight of her undid you. You were a moaning mess.

And she had no intention of stopping.

Her dark eyes were filled with raw need, her lips parted in a mix of concentration and lust. She looked completely in control, like this was exactly where she wanted you—where she always wanted you.

Her hand moved from your waist, trailing up your body until it reached your throat, wrapping around it possessively. The pressure was just enough to make your breath hitch, your pulse racing beneath her fingers.

“See how perfect you look when I fuck you?” she whispered, her voice rough with desire.

You tried to look away, to break free from the intensity of her gaze, but she held you there, her hand tightening around your throat as her hips continued to pound into you.

The sound of your bodies moving in time with the music from the party outside filled the air, the bass line vibrating through the walls, syncing with every thrust.

Your moans came out strangled now, one hand steadying yourself as you reached behind you, running your hands up and down her body, pulling her closer.

“Yes,” you whined, breathless. “Yes, fuck— you fuck me so good.”

As Madison’s thrusts became erratic, you felt yourself teetering on the edge, your body tightening around her, the intensity of everything making it impossible to hold back.

"Let me come, Please, I'll be good I promise," You beg, looking up at her with wide eyes through the mirror, your eyes into rolling into the back of your head as she thumbs your clit at an ungodly pace.

She smirks, keeping her eyes on yours in the mirror. “Good? That’s a big promise, sweetheart,” she murmurs, slowing her movements just enough to make you squirm.

“Show me how good you can be, and maybe I’ll think about it.”

Her hand stays firmly in place, but her thumb eases to a torturously slow rhythm. "Keep those eyes on me," she whispers, leaning in closer, her breath hot against your neck.

Every nerve feels like it’s on fire, and you bite your lip, trying not to make a sound as she watches you, teasingly, through the mirror.

You whimper, barely able to form words, but manage to gasp out, “Please, Madison... I’ll do anything. Just—let me come. I need you.”

She studies you in the mirror, her smirk softening just a little. “Anything, huh?” she murmurs, her thumb pressing down harder as her pace quickens.

With a final, sharp thrust, the wave of pleasure crashed over you, your moan echoing off the walls as you came hard, your hands gripping the counter for support.

Madison’s breath was just as ragged, her pace slowing as she rode out the last of your orgasm, her hands still firm on your body. But then something shifted.

She hesitated, her dominant persona flickering as you caught a glimpse of something vulnerable in her expression—something that made her shy away just as you began to regain your breath.

You turned your head, catching her gaze in the mirror, and saw the crack in her confident facade. "What’s wrong?" you asked, breathless but intrigued.

She didn’t answer, just pulled back slightly, like she was suddenly unsure. That hesitation was all you needed to take control.

In one smooth motion, you spun around, pushing her back toward the counter until she was sitting on the edge of the sink.

Her legs were spread, and she looked at you, eyes wide and uncertain for the first time that night. But you weren’t about to let her slip away.

Gripping her thighs, you spread her legs even wider, your fingers pressing into her soft skin as you positioned yourself between them,seating yourself on your knees, looking up expectantly.

Madison’s breathing hitched, her chest rising and falling as you leaned in, your face just inches from her covered pussy.

You could see how wet she was, her juices leaking out from the sides of the strap-on, how the power she’d had over you just moments ago had turned into a desperate need of her own.

Before you could dive into her need, there was one thing standing between you and what you wanted.

Your eyes flicked to the strap-on still secured around her waist, the only barrier left between you and her bare, glistening skin.

A slow, teasing smile spread across your face as you slowly rose, lips inches from hers before smashing your lips over each others, grasping her head tightly, the other tracing shapes on her thigh.

Then, pulling away from the kiss, you lower yourself down on your knees, this time reaching for the strap.

But instead of unbuckling it the usual way, you leaned in close, maintaining intense eye contact with her the entire time.

She watched, wide-eyed, her lips parting in anticipation as you brought your mouth to the leather straps that held the harness in place.

You bit down gently, your teeth hooking onto the buckle, tugging it loose with deliberate slowness.

Madison’s chest heaved, her breath ragged as you worked, the combination of your touch and the unwavering eye contact driving her crazy.

You could see the way her body reacted—the way her muscles tensed, the way her hips lifted slightly, begging for more.

Once you had the strap undone, you gently yanked the harness away with your teeth, your eyes never leaving hers.

The tension in the air between you both was electric, the heat from her body radiating against your skin. Madison swallowed hard, completely at your mercy now, her vulnerability laid bare for you to see.

The leather fell to the floor, leaving her exposed before you. You smirked, eyes flicking down to her glistening core, then back up to meet her gaze.

"Much better," you murmured, the corner of your mouth lifting as you moved closer, positioning yourself right where she wanted you most.

~

“Looks like someone’s not as in control as she thought,” you murmured, your lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, teasing her, making her squirm.

Madison opened her mouth to say something, but the words died in her throat as you leaned forward, your breath hot against her core, hovering just close enough to feel the heat radiating off her but not quite touching.

Her hips bucked involuntarily, and you smirked, savoring the way she melted under your control now.

“y/n…” she whispered, her voice trembling with need, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter.

You didn’t give her what she wanted right away, teasing her with soft kisses along her thighs, making her writhe with anticipation.

Her slickness coated her inner thighs, and you felt her trembling under your touch. You looked up, meeting her eyes as she watched you, desperate for more, completely undone in a way she hadn’t been moments before.

“Tell me what you want,” you whispered, your lips brushing over her clit, sending a shock through her body.

Madison’s head fell back, her fingers tangling in your hair as she gasped. “Y-you.” she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“That’s right, baby,” you teased, your voice low and seductive, as you finally buried yourself between her thighs, tasting her, drawing out a soft moan.

As your tongue moved ceaselessly over her clit, Madison's grip on your hair tightened, pulling gently yet firmly, sending shivers down your spine.

Her thighs wrapped around your head, trapping you in place, the warmth of her body surrounding you as you continued your relentless rhythm.

Each flick of your tongue drew out breathless gasps from her, her hips bucking against you as she chased her release.

“Please,” she gasped quietly, her voice barely a whisper. Your eyes flicked up to her—her hair disheveled, mouth wide open, and chest heaving as she trembled above you, desperate for more.

You hummed gently against her, still lapping up her juices, the vibrations traveling straight to Madison’s core.

She let out a breathless moan, her hips grinding harder against your face, pushing you deeper into her.

Her grip on your hair tightened, tugging harder and harder, the sting only adding to the pleasure you had to see her fall apart.

Each desperate movement from her sent a surge of heat through you, her breaths becoming erratic, her thighs quivering around your head.

You could feel her getting closer again, her body trembling as she neared the edge.

Madison’s head fell back, her fingers pulling you even tighter against her.

"Fuck—don't stop," she gasped, her voice ragged.

And then, with a strangled cry, she came, her juices spilling over your lips and chin, leaving you soaked as she rode out the wave of pleasure, grinding on your face with reckless abandon.

You didn’t even try to deny how much you enjoyed it.

As Madison’s climax washed over her, her thighs trembled around your head, squeezing gently as she came down from her high.

You pulled back slightly, relishing the taste of her on your lips, and looked up at her, a satisfied grin spreading across your face as you looked up at her.

Leaning forward, you pressed soft kisses against her trembling thighs, savoring the moment.

'Did so good for me sweetheart,' You murmur, nose brushing against her thighs as you kissed them.

She mumbled something inaudible, her voice still breathless, before cupping your face and pulling you in for a kiss.

The taste of her lingered on your lips, a mix of sweetness and salt that sent warmth coursing through you.

Your fingers slid up to the back of her neck, pulling her in close.

Her lips met yours in a firm, hungry kiss, no hesitation. You melted into it, your hands instinctively gripping her waist, pulling her even closer.

You teased her bottom lip with your teeth, and she gasped softly, making you smirk against her mouth.

Your hands roamed down her sides, fingers brushing her bare waist, the touch sparking heat between you both.

Both of you were still breathless, skin flushed, and hearts racing as you kissed, the warmth of Madison’s body pressed against yours.

The taste of her still lingered on your lips as the kiss deepened, her hands roaming over your bare skin.

As the kiss broke, you felt her smirk against your lips. Madison leaned back slightly, her eyes dark with satisfaction, but there was a flicker of something softer there too.

“You look so good like this,” she whispered, thighs closing around your body, drawing you closer as she softly traced patterns down your chest.

You hummed, still catching your breath, as her hands slipped down to cup your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“We should go,” you murmured, knowing you didn’t mean that one bit; you wanted more.

Madison chuckled softly. “In a minute.” She bent down, her lips brushing against your collarbone, trailing kisses down your chest, her hands still firmly holding your hips.

She made her way lower, her eyes flicking up to meet yours, teasingly slow.

But just as you felt the familiar heat building again, she stopped and stood back up, grinning at your frustrated expression.

“You’re gonna have to wait, baby,” she said with a wink, turning to grab her clothes from the floor, leaving you standing there, bare and lustful.

thank u @issysh3ll for the divider!

ghostface finale coming halloween

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New Year Blues | Yandere Shoto Todoroki

The glow of the extended break was beginning to fade. The city's typical hustle and bustle has returned with an air of dread. The employees of various companies begrudgingly returned to their grave-like posts. The only one unaffected seemed to be a little girl on a cashmere carpet happily engaging in a reenactment of a successfully violent coup 'de tat. Her hair was in an intricate set of braids beautifully highlighting the few and far between pearly white strands. A slither of color from her father's hair. It was one of the only telling signs that they were related at all. That and the shape of her nose. Otherwise she'd been told she was like her other parent.

That brought a kind of comfort to Shoto. A comfort only a divorced Father could understand. The ache he fostered when met with those familiar eyes. Or the mannerisms he could spot a mile away.

Any other divorcee would have to be fighting their own mixed emotions of disdain, regret, and pain but not Shoto. No, because Shoto was different than most if not everyone. Shoto wouldn't give up.

"Papa, will you play with me?"

"Sorry, Snowbell, I'm waiting for someone special."

The girl sighed as she collected her scattered toys," If it's who I think it is, I should start packing up."

"You do not have to, I have all the time to wait."

"Maybe you do but they don't."

That caught his attention, "They don't?"

From his position on his armchair he brought a tentative fist to his mouth; concealing a hidden expression as his daughter explained.

"Yeah, the guys we've been hanging out with sometimes. The ones with the long black hair and the redhead with the creepy smile."

His daughter's nonchalant response fed wood to the flame Shoto had started. Like burning ethanol it was silent and unseen; quickly preparing to singe the remains of his distastes. He took a drag out of a sleek container, barely inhaling the crystallized dust from within. He hides a clearing sniff with a cough into his hand. Placing the container back in his suit pocket, he coughed into the fist of his hand as he smoothed over the small lump in his suit's chest pocket. The potential energy coursing through his veins made for an easy comfort. The crystalline chemical bubbling within his blood made enduring the pain that much easier with the thoughts of his latest power.

Shoto Todoroki was no average divorced Father, he was also one of the selected owners of the latest leap in human technology. With a simple sniff, the latest creation allowed those with quirks to strengthen their abilities while adding more. It wasn't approved and will never be by most governments but that just meant more freedom for those in the market for them.

And all the time in the world to do as he pleased.

"Papa you have to use the girl voice!"

He chuckled, "But I don't have one."

She pouted. "Yes, you do!

They went back and forth, successfully distracting them both from the impending arrival they both had been celebrating. Only remembering the ring of the grand bell on the home's double door's ringing throughout the home.

"Still in your PJs....don't tell me your father conveniently let you play with your gifts again…at the exact time I’ve come to pick you up?"

"But he played with me this time."

A pensive glare was shot past the little girl's head at the man gathering dolls on the floor. Rolling of eyes returned to their soft and endearing gaze on the little girl.

Scooped into loving arms and endless kisses Yuki could only return in half. She barely registered the ghost of a smile on her Father's face as he put back her dolls all wrong. She'd have to spend ten extra minutes reorganizing them. How unfortunate.

"Hope you had a Merry Christmas, (Y/n)."

Scoffing it didn't take long for Yuki's other parent to cross the threshold, to help the little girl pack. Shoto hovered nearby, picking at the nerves he once was married to in his own childish game of keep-away.

"Happy Hannukah to you too, slug."

It was endearing in its special way. The opposite greetings and the derogatory nickname. In a moment of peace, Shoto was told it was because some slugs were a myriad of patterns and colors like his hair. He was also told that they could be poisonous. What he remembers most though-is that (Y/n) hates slugs.

"My chef fixed more than enough food for me. You know how often I'm out, would you mind taking some of it off my hands?"

An innocent question. Was met with a sneer and a judgmental look down and up his person.

As if they didn't already know him from top to bottom. 

"We'll be fine. We have plenty of snacks at home."

After a lengthy trip up the marble stairs, once again the divorced couple were folding their daughter's clothes side by side. Shoto stole a glance or two at the face of his former partner. Biting back the urge to compliment such an enticing side profile, he took a more tactical approach.

"I heard you've been entertaining some...new company."

"If this is your way of getting me to talk to you I suggest you pick something else."

"I'm serious," he took the folded pants out of their clutches placing them in the small suitcase below. "tell me."

A spiteful glare and his silent urging lowered a wall closed to him more often now. Watching with joy and resentment as a genuine smile appeared.

"I've been making some new and interesting friends lately."

"Friends?"

"Yes. Back in the day you know I wasn't allowed many other than yours."

The jab hurt him more than he expected. Reminded of all the arguments centered around this exact topic. He hid it well behind his apathetic gaze hiding the flutter in his movements.

"But now that I'm able to make them I...actually have more fun during the off-days."

"That's good."

He refuses to let it show how much it irks him that the beauty of that beloved smile wasn't caused by him. He thought it better to change the subject but Yuki had decided to join with her own two-sense.

"It's real good. Especially since they show me new tricks all the time."

"New Tricks?"

"Yeah," she added her improperly folded socks into the bag. ", Lumi is always teaching me cool things and giving me gifts."

"Yuki..."

The warning was clear in their tone but Shoto pressed.

"What kind of gifts?"

"The kind that cut people real good!"

"Yuki, what'd I say about describing cooking utensils that way?"

"Not to say it like that but Nark says it was cute."

Shoto held back a groan, "Nark?"

Before anyone else could speak Yuki had abandoned the task of folding to jump over the suitcase and onto the bed. Successfully stomping all over the unfolded clothes, clumsily trudging towards her Father with a smile on her face.

"Mister Shalnark is a master at video games!"

The way her face lit up made Shoto grit his teeth as he listened to her rattling off all the achievements this other man had.

"He has the coolest setup! He's got a 5K 18-inch rounded screen! With a light-up keyboard that matches the beat of whatever song you want to play!"

"Oh really?"

"Yeah and he's always lets me play during the movie nights and-"

"Yuki!"

The scolding had Yuki bashfully looking down. Shoto was curious if he'd have been able to hear any more than that. As instructed Yuki was told to get down from the bed and help pack the rest of her suitcase.

Sooner than he would have liked Yuki was safely strapped in her car seat dozing into a nap while Shoto barely assisted with the remaining luggage.

"Now we're leaving," (Y/n) heaved a large Teddy bear in the back of their trunk, "finally."

With a final huff, they returned to the driver's side of the door, where Shoto was waiting. He had a small gift bag in his hand and a polite smile on his face.

"While I'm sure you're busy to get back to your-" He rolled his eyes at the name. "-friends. I have a gift for you."

(Y/n) gave a blank stare that had Shoto hurriedly handing the gift bag over.

"Think of it as a Happy New Year’s gift."

"Wow, it’s....keys for a new snowmobile. Yay."

"Keep looking. There's more."

More unraveling of gift wrapping tissue revealed a slip of paper holding more weight than an average civilian's salary without being more than a feather.

"An all-expenses-paid trip to the 'Elite Lodging within the Wintergreen Domesphere’....that's a great gift–"

That brought a smile to Shoto's face which immediately dropped the second he got the look. The look he's gotten far too often since his separation.

"For your partner but I'm not...not anymore."

(Y/n) dropped the key and the ticket back into the bag. With a pitying smile, they pushed the bag back into his chest waiting for him to gingerly cradle it in his hands. Refusing to watch him sulk (Y/n) turned back to their car opened the door and got their seat belt on. With their hands on the steering wheel, they sent a worried glance at him through the window.

His head was hanging low, his two-toned fringe bangs covering his eyes and the pained expression that was on his face. What (Y/n) could see was how Shoto’s ungloved hands held the gift bag.

Holding wasn't the right word. More like squeezing. Fearing the violent warning of small clear ice gleaming against the bag (Y/n) turned off the property promptly.

Hoping what they saw was a figment of their imagination.

_______

Not all employees dreaded their return to the workplace. Some are basking in the afterglow of the holiday season. Fulfilled with the love of their family and friends and constantly reminded of their latest gifts it may be hard for some to put anything less than a smile on their face.

“Hiya Boss!” Said an excited minion, with black hair, and brown almond eyes. Waving in tandem with their glowing smile it felt natural during this time. 

FWOOSH.

For what felt natural at a moment of happiness was a crime in the eyes of an angered Todoroki Shoto. Even the few screams and sounds of rushing steps in the direction of the blazing employee weren’t enough to rouse the raging villain. 

On a warpath, he did the gentleman’s stomp – a directed speed walk–forcing his employees to guess his foul mood from the distant fire he was leaving behind. 

The slam of the door alerted his other partners of the raging villain, varying many different reactions. 

“So my guess is they turned you down?”

One such reaction was from his brother, who covered a dry laugh as he rubbed a hand against his beard. His feet were on the long, oval-shaped table taking the place in front of him; whereas others had files of paperwork instead. Blistered hands were behind his head sporting another shade of dye than last month. If Todoroki was in a better mood he’d have insulted him on it but he feared what crossed his mind was plenty more violent.

“Do you need to be here? This is an important meeting.”

His brother sighed, “Yeah, who else is going to stop you from burning up your branch leaders?”

Todoroki let his piercing glare shift to the attending employees, who refused to look anywhere but him suddenly finding the the wooden taint of the table incredibly interesting. The smirk from his brother made him groan, adjusting his tie before speaking. 

“All of you. Dismissed until next Week. Same time.”

As soon as he finished speaking the branch leaders hurriedly shot from their seats and ran to the exit of the conference room. Leaving nothing but an abandoned plate of bagels and a few pens Todoroki was alone once again. 

“Hey, are you going to sit here and sulk all day? That was all you had to do today, right?”

Alone with his brother. 

“It was.”

“Then you should go! Do something that will get the edge off.”

Todoroki made an exasperated face, making his brother sigh again. Bouncing from his seat the now-green-haired brother took Todoroki under his arm shaking him as he poked his finger into his chest.

“Like maybe cutting down those new ‘friends’ that have been bothering you!”

Todoroki removed the arm from around his shoulder, walking across the room towards the exit. Smoothly dodging the hand that reached for the back of his jacket. 

“I can’t it’s too obvious. They told me they wouldn’t speak to me again if I did that too.”

“Hmm.” His brother held his chin, stroking his beard as he thought. Todoroki shook his head, reaching for the door stopping when his brother snapped his fingers. 

“Hey! Why don’t you take it out on those ‘extras’ that have been watching them lately?”

Todoroki hesitated. “But I was planning on saving that for when it escalated…”

His brother waved his hand and blew an indignant puff of air past his lips. 

“Please, they would just be suspicious that way too. Do yourself a favor and treat yourself! The New Year can’t start with you being so glum!” 

Todoroki returned his gaze to the door handle he’d been holding for a while. He released his grip, revealing the misshapen handle that matched the shape of his fist. It brought a smile to his face.

“Thank you, Natsuo. I think I’ll do that.”

“No problem little brother have a good New Year.”

[anxiously-going]

Body Swap

A transporter accident has left Jim and Bones in a bit of an odd predicament, namely swapping bodies. The outside perspective of his own body, leads to some uncomfortable thoughts for Bones.

Len sat over his own body and began kneading thr base of his neck. There was something surreal about the whole thing, but at the moment, he just felt guilty about it. It wasn't his fault, he knew that much. Transporter accidents happen. He was just thankful it was him and Jim that where the ones who managed to get their bodies swapped.

He and Jim knew each other well enough, knew the allergies and tricky joints and all the little quirks about what caused malfunction in each other's bodies, that the hardest part, up to this point, was having to face each other and be met with the realization that they did indeed occupy each other's bodies.

Unfortunately there was little to do to prevent a migraine episode in Len's body. Jim had been there for countless such episodes, fetching cold packs, meds, water, whatever Len needed. He knew how to handle them from the outside, but the outside he was not.

"Kid, you gotta breathe," Len admonished gently, pushing his hand into his hair. "There ya go, darlin'."

"I dunno how you deal with this," Jim complained, face still half burried in the pillow.

Len chuckled faintly. "It probably feels worse because you're not used to it. It's different from the stress headaches your used it."

"It's worse than the stress headaches I'm used to. Those don't usually make me nauseous."

"I know, darlin'," Len answered soflty, his accent sounded odd in Jim's voice, but he tried not to focus too hard on that. "Meds should be kickin' in soon."

He shifted tactics a little and began kneading his back, just between the shoulder, where he knew Jim tended to carry his tension. Len had been described as broad shouldered before, he remembered the offers from the football coaches, even the basketball coaches told him he'd make a great quarterback when he tried out for the team, but seeing it from the outside was different.

He wasn't sure if it made it better or worse.

He remebered being confused the first time Jocleyn had pointed out the weight gain to him. He hadn't been able to keep any weight on him during his university and med school years, due to the stress of it all. Once he'd graduated and things settled down as he fell into his new normal working thr clinic with his dad is when the comments had started. He'd been confused at first, he'd still been a perfectly healthy weight, probably healthier than he had been before. But Jocelyn hadn't seen it that way.

It was a battle thay only Jim knew the bare minimum about. Just enough to be able to help him avoid relapse.

He'd known it had caused him to pick up some unhealthy thinking, known it had warped how he viewed his own body, but he didn't realize just how much till he truly saw his own body from the outside.

He really was a completely normal and healthy weight. Hell, if a patient came in with the same build and appeared, Len would probably even call them fit.

It hurt to realize how much Jocelyn had done to him. He knew she'd been abusive, of course he did. He'd had that epiphany many times over during the Academy and the early days of his friendship with Jim.

But it hurt that he was still having them. Hurt that he'd loved her so much and she'd still been so cruel to him. Hurt that...it still hurt. Even after all this time, realizing how poorly she treated, him in so many different ways, it still hurt to realize a new unkindness.

He genuinely didn't know if it was worse to consider that the abuse had been intentional or worse to consider she didn't even see it for what it was herself.

"Bones."

Len started, the sound of his own voice calling his name, shocking him back to the moment. He glanced down and found Jim reaching out for him, pouting like an infant, making a face Len didn't know his face could make.

He smiled fondly and laid down, letting Jim snuggle into his arms. He held Jim close and tried not to think about the weight of his own body on his chest, he closed his eyes and reminded himself it was Jim he was holding.

He was with Jim and they were both healthy and that's all that mattered.

[littlebluepillthatmakesppsmall]

A short little princess POV fic taking place after the 'Leave The Cabin Together' Ending

The princess sighed as she lounged on a park bench where she decided to to stop and the rest mid walk, she basked in the sun feeling particularly cat-like and wondering how much of that feeling stemmed from part of her that had been the witch, or maybe the beast, she wasn't sure.

After they had decided to leave the cabin she'd slowly regained her memory of all the different loops her and quiet had restarted, he ussually brought down the knife during their final confrontation, didn't know it changed last time but whatever it was had led to their escape

She wasn't sure if Quite had regained those memories too, and it wasn't exactly keen on bringing it up. Reminding one's lover of the many, many different ways you had either killed him or been killed by him didn't seem like it would be fun dinner conversation, and it didn't really matter. All of those perspectives had been her, and they were her now, whether he remembered all of the loops or just the last one he'd accepted the whole of her and they were together outside of that awful construct the crow has set up.

After a frankly incomprehensible to her more Mortal-like mind amount of time spent mostly trapped in the cabin she was going to enjoy the world outside of it to be fullest and that was a change that Quiet had no say in.

Which was why she had spontaneously decided to lay down on a bench in the middle of her walk.

Although she should probably go now, quiet was making dinner, and she had become quite fond of eating in her time outside of the construct.

It was so many different foods to try so many different ways to prepare the same ingredients to get something different, she suppose the fact that she liked it was fitting, although if you left it up and quiet he would just prepare the same meal every day. Princess wouldn't fault him for it. That was his nature. She'd convinced him to try making curry today, so she would like to be back before that got cold.

"Come to think of it, the only thing I ever ate inside the construct WAS Quiet." she shuddered, feeling of rush of guilt, Quiet still made jokes about it whenever she complimented his cooking. She didn't know how he was so much more okay with that memory than she was, or maybe it was his way of coping. She knew what had happened in the construct affected him the one time she had tried to cook watching her weird a knife had reminded him so much of the Razor that she'd had to fight the urge to filet him.

She didn't like thinking about that.

She should go home and give her Birdy a hug.

The Princess sat up and stretched taking some time to look over her body making sure there were no changes that would make her life difficult, a stray thought from Quiet or the prejudice of a passing the stranger could end up with her going home in a very different state than she had left.

The changes weren't extreme as they had once been, she usually remained mostly ‘human’ but if she didn't pay attention she could end up missing that she had a different body type, was in a completely different outfit, or was acting pretty differently.

Luckily the personality changes didn't effect her core personality anymore, she supposed to she was was to established for that, but she still ended up with urges and quirks based on how people thought she should act, it was something she had to pay attention to.

For example, with a bit of self-examination, she found herself inexplicably dirtier, a layer of grit on her face, her hair unkempt as if she hadn't taken the time to brush it this morning. Even her dress was notably more tattered than it had been when she laid it down.

"Damn it, that's another outfit ruined! Someone must have thought I was homeless. Uhg, can't someone just want to relax on a bench?"

It also explained why she was so hungry.

The princess stood unthinlingly rubbing her stomach in anticipation of the meal that awaited her at home, her hunger only growing as the strangers that passed her saw the gesture and interpreted it, mixed with it was a wave of cramps, nausea and other belly related sensations that one might associate with a unkempt young woman.

Deciding not to push her luck and have to deal with the philosophical implications of someone deciding that she was pregnant, Princess turned and begin the short trek back home projecting confidence in a way that she hoped might repair her clothes if people saw it.

By the time she was home she found her dress had ended up as a suit, she was wearing high heels a knee-length skirt that matched the black jacket and button down blue shirt that and now covered her noticeably taller form.

"A bit too much confidence, I guess." She shrugged "At least Quiet will like it, he always seems to enjoy when I'm big and strong"

[choccy-zefirka]

"Please," whined the Apostate, clutching his long, tattered cloak close to his torso. "I need passage to Rivain! I hear they treat mages much better there! I can't stay here, in the South!"

His hand clutched ever more desperately at the folds of threadbare fabric on his chest. With a peculiar flicker in her narrowed eyes, Captain took in each long, slender finger. Particularly the index and the middle, which he had pressed together.

He had the hands of a mage, all right. Elegant where hers were broad and callused from heaving rigging ropes and clutching at the wheel even in a raging storm. Well-groomed, despite the man's otherwise sorry state. Neatly trimmed nails.

Just at that moment, the wind that had been gently rocking her docked vessel on sloshing waves, whirled into a stronger gust, and blew the sorry, frayed cloak off the Apostate's shoulders. He winced as the salty spray splashed his face, all of his features revealed. Well, not all of them; not as much as the Captain would have liked.

He was tall, slim, more delicate than any of the Captain's crew. Sweet; almost fragile. Quite perfect.

She rested her hands on that inward hourglass curve between her cushiony, corset-packed bosom and her lush broad hips.

"Oh, I will take you to Rivain, little mage," she said, her voice a silky purr. "If you keep me company during those long, long still nights out at sea."

She leaned towards him, pressing her toned, sunkissed forearms slightly against her sides, so that her breasts rose even higher in her trusty leather bodice. His gaze flicked to their soft, gentle swell, the beckoning shadow between... His throat contracted in a hungry swallow, and he nodded. Eager and fast.

Oh, she was in no rush, though.

"Welcome aboard! Make yourself at home. I will summon you to my quarters as soon as I am free."

And so she did. Once her men were done loading the ship with the cargo of precious southern timber and furs, which they'd traded for Rivaini delicacies — coffee, sugar, tea, rum, and so much more — and she'd barked her orders to set course back home, she sent her cabin girl for her passenger. The one man whose company she wanted tonight.

He found her sat cross-legged at a tiny table, her rapier unstrapped from her bodice, her practical pants swapped for a broad silken sash that she'd tied carelessly around her hips, and her foot swaying impatiently in the air. Aside from her chair, there was but one other, bolted solid to the floor just as the rest of the furniture, and with very... peculiar arm rests.

"There are... shackles attached," mumbled the Apostate, in lieu of greeting.

The Captain grinned lazily at him.

"I reserve a special seat for my special guests. But only if they find it special as well. You don't have to put your hands in there, pet. If this reminds you of your wicked Southern Templars..."

"No, I — " the Apostate flicked his tongue over his lips, heat rising to his cheeks. "I do think it's very special... And please call me pet again."

"Aw, and such a good pet you are."

The Captain motioned generously to the chair; and after the Apostate made himself as cozy as he could — disregarding the shackles, the upholstery was quite soft and comfortable — she sauntered over to snap the irons closed. Her chest came level with his face as she did that, warmth radiating from it with every heartbeat — so close, yet out of touch.

The Apostate gulped, and then erupted into a string of tiny, rapid-fire breaths. A pet indeed — panting and whining at the back of his throat.

"Not now," the Captain chuckled, running her hand through his hair.

The massaging motion of her big, coarse fingers sent such a jolt through the Apostate that tiny specks of electricity bounced from under his fingertips. The Captain quirked her eyebrow at the sight and bit into her plump lower lip, before sauntering over to the liquor cabinet — a lavish, ornate affair that was custom-carved into her cabin's wall. From its depths, she brought out a stout little bottle, with contents that were pitch-black yet also glittered like volcanic sand — and a single glass to accompany it.

"What is that?" the Apostate asked breathlessly.

Grinning again, the Captain poured out a starry trickle into the glass and took the first long, well-savored swallow. The liquid shot through her like a jolt of magic, and for a moment, she could not speak or breathe, allowing the warm afterglow to envelop her.

"A love potion, made according to an old Seer's recipe," she explained, as soon as she found her breath again. "Or maybe just a mixture of rum, elfroot and juices from a drake's mating gland. Or both. One and the same. Who can say?"

At the mention of a mating gland, the Apostate flushed even deeper — and the sensation of his own blood rising in a tidal wave drowned him completely when the Captain raised the half-empty glass to his lips and he drank after her, eager and greedy. Lapping up the very last drop, as pets are meant to do.

In the drink's wake, all the edges and angles in the Captain's quarters seemed to grow soft, all wrapped in the same plush upholstery. And the blood-red heat pulsated through both their bodies, making each both terribly and giddily aware that their naked flesh was wrapped in some silly, unnecessary clothes.

The Apostate squirmed in his bonds, arching his back as much as he could before falling deep into his seat again. The Captain, meanwhile, perched herself on the table, facing him, and ran her hand slowly down her heaving chest: the final touch needed before her bodice could strain no more, and her breasts were free.

The sound that the Apostate let out, as she continued to caress herself, pinching her nipple and never breaking eye contact, was very much like a bark.

"Lovely, my pet," she laughed, slipping off the table's edge and leaning over him again. "Just lovely."

There was enough room on the upholstered seat for her to press her knee into the plush, as she pushed her breasts within his mouth's reach. He met her with an eager, nimble tongue, moaning in between each ravenous kiss, each circular dance over blush-scorched skin. Even if there was so much of her that she almost smothered him.

She echoed his little noises as well, shifting her pose a little so she could grind up and down his quivering knee: sash against robe, fabric rubbing fabric where flesh longed to rub flesh. And in between it all, she slid her hand back to the arm rest, and with a little click, barely audible among their intermingling heavy breaths, one shackle came loose.

She wove her hand into his hair again, softly pulling and tugging, so that he looked up from his feverish feast and read in her heavy-lidded, glazed-over eyes what was being asked of him. He smiled a loopy drunken smile, and moved his freed hand between her legs, unraveling the sash's knot in the process. The little rustling sliver slipped off the slope of her buttocks, leaving nothing to cover her curling dark bush, or to conceal how wet she was getting.

Inhaling her scent deeply, the Apostate summoned the electrical sparks again — a little extra bite, a little extra shudder, as he entered her, and she cursed with voracious glee, as a sea Captain should curse, and she got her first round of payment for letting him board her ship. But a loyal pet deserves a reward, and she was not about to disregard the bulge under the Apostate's robes. Her hands might have been more worn-down and rugged than his, but she had many voyages' worth of knowledge of stroking —

***

Turning as crimson as her gambeson's sleeves, Cassandra snaps the book shut. She almost follows her frantic impulse to toss it under her bed; but Cole has a... knack for finding things under there, and she cannot let him.

This is far too outrageous; this just cannot do! If Cole were to decipher her thoughts on the matter; oh, Andraste have mercy on her sinful soul.

Most of the time, when engrossed in her forbidden times of smut, she does not imagine herself in the characters' place. They are simply actors, coming alive on the page (no, she shan't linger on the phrasing), twirling and bowing and creating cheeky little tales for her secret amusement. But lately — just about since she first started noticing how the sun gilds the loose strands of the Lord Inquisitor's hair, and washes the tips of his delicate leaf-shaped ears in the softest translucent pink; how his pale-yellow eyes burn like molten metal when he casts his magic, how shadows pool beneath his sharp clavicles when he stumbles out of his tent, blinking in displeasure like a disturbed cat — lately, that changed.

She cannot help but picture herself in the place of the women (it is not like the authors go into much detail to describe their eye or hair color anyway, focusing instead on breasts and buttocks and, Maker forgive her, needy dripping folds). And... him, Inquisitor Lavellan, in place of the men.

The rational part of her, the solid metal core within, knows that it makes no sense. Is offensive even. She is no dubious pirate captain; the only times she ever set foot on a ship's deck was in service of the Divine. She does not have a suffocating amount of... breast roundness. Maker, trying to fit armor over that would have been a nightmare. And she certainly would never make the mistake of keeping the Inquisitor prisoner ever again!

Although... Her forearms are rather toned, if she allows herself a lapse into vanity. Dedicated warrior training has molded her body into something... somewhat close to the woman in the book. Her hands, too, are callused and hardened by always carrying a sword; unladylike, her uncle would say, but perhaps it would not matter if she hid her fingers in the strands of that golden hair.

Oh, if she were to sequester herself in the Inquisitor's throne room, ordering all the pesky nobles to clear out, and climb onto that podium, put her knee onto the throne seat, and pin him underneath her... His mouth on her chest, his hand traveling along the lower reaches of her stomach... He does also have such slender fingers. And the way they glow sometimes when he's preparing to unleash a magical hailstorm. It is so tempting to imagine the chilling trail his touch might leave over her flushed body...

But... What kind of protector, what kind of shield-bearer, what kind of loyal advisor, would wish to hear her Herald, who stood by her side as they protected countless innocents, whimper and pant like a dog underneath her? What kind of... dare she say... friend would feel aroused by the thought?

She buries her face in her hands. Perhaps now it ought to be Bull's turn to hit her with a stick.

***

Usually, the books that appear on their shelves — lovely little companions to the tomes they brought in themselves from the waking world — are in pristine condition. Lovingly bound, sometimes even emitting a refreshing fragrance other than the usual delightful scent of old paper... Perhaps a whiff of pine sap, or sea salt, or heady, sweltering afternoon in a summer orchard; whatever the spirits associate with the last location when the book's real-world twin was last read. They are not real books, after all, not each and every one of them, at least; a lot are just tangible manifestations of books that might exist somewhere out there, in someone's library beyond the Veil. And in most cases, these manifestations are impeccable. An idea of a book in it's purest form.

But this one, which manifested on Emmrich's desk one day — as books tend to do in this miraculous place — is battered and dog-eared, and even has scribbles on the margins. Most remarkably of all, these notes, left by a rather clumsy, yet forceful hand, are in Nevarran. This is what intrigues Emmrich the most, initially. This is why he leafs through the hapless volume... And the more he takes in, the more his pulse quickens, the more blood blooms bright-red underneath his skin. The more he hopes Manfred is off exploring the concept of "fetch" with Assan — because if his dear wisp of curiosity is drawn to... this, how is he going to explain himself?

He can barely face the judgement of his own conscience. Whatever gave him the notion that it would be appropriate to read the words "sun-kissed skin" and "toned forearms" and instantly, vividly, imagine Rook? Rook, an actual seafarer, who experimented with the magic currents that swirl all around the Lighthouse, and conjured up a ghostly ship much like the one in the story, to better illustrate her own dramatic retellings of her adventures... Rook, in whose cabin Emmrich would gladly be locked and bound, like that lucky apostate, kissing and caressing every inch that she would allow...

Ludicrous. Preposterous. Wrong. She is half his age, and she put so much trust in him, that night in the Gardens, when he confessed his fear of death, and she, for a precious, quiet moment, stepped out of her usual playful, carefree demeanor like out of a discarded robe — No! No! Not like that! — and confessed to him that she has fears of her own, and thinks it's admirable to talk about them so openly... To tarnish that beautiful vulnerability by imagining her pulling at his hair, offering him a "love potion" after she drank from it, noticing that he's —

That does it. The book goes deep into the back drawer. The book club will not be hearing about this.

[airplanned]

Castletown Academy 6

It’s the wedding!  Zelda is both nervous and smitten.  Which is bad, because there’s nothing between them.

---

Zelda made a point to not spend too long primping, but she did spend a longer than she should have combing Ralphie's hair.  His cow-lick in the back simply would not stay down, which usually wasn't an issue, but now that she'd gotten the rest of his hair to lie flat, the way just one section popped straight up was rather obvious.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, trying to sound light to distract from how frustrated she was getting with his hair and how nervous she was getting at the thought of her approaching wedding.

A slow smile spread across Ralphie's face in the mirror.  "Flora's really going to be my sister?"

"Your step-sister.  Are you excited?"

"Yeah."

"I'm glad."  Suddenly, the cow-lick didn't seem so bad.  None of this seemed bad.  "What about Link?  What do you think of him?"

His smile slipped a little bit.  "He's okay."

"Just okay?"

He thought a moment.  "He's going to me my...step-dad?"

Her hands stilled over his head.  She took him by the shoulders and turned him around so she could look him in the eyes.  "Not all dads are like your father," she said.

He lowered his eyes.  

"Link wants what's best for you.  He already cares about you, and I think he understands you.  But you are allowed to spend as much or as little time with him as you want.  And if you really don't like him, say the word and he's gone.  Deal?"

"Okay," he said.  It sounded hesitant, but he still had a voice, so that was something. 

They weren't obnoxiously early to their appointment with the judge.  She would have looked immensely pathetic sitting around anxiously waiting for her betrothed.

Ten minutes early.  That was reasonable.

Link had beat her there and was in the middle of tucking one of Flora's braids into place, a rubber band between his teeth and flowers about to fall off the bench beside him.

That meant Flora saw Zelda and Ralphie first.  She gasped and tried to run up to them, but Link still had hold of her hair, so her attempt at running ended up jerking her head backwards.

First, he checked her head and neck to make sure she was okay, and then he looked up, his eyes widening.  He stood to be polite, while still trying to get the braid back into place as quickly as possible.

"Don't bounce around so much, it'll fall out again." And then Flora was free.

"You look so pretty!"

Zelda smiled and bent low.  Talking to children was something she could handle.  "You look pretty too."  Flora had a green dress with lots of netting in the skirt.  As she did a twirl, hidden sparkles of what must be rhinestones caught the light.

"Daddy wouldn't let me get dressed until we got here.  He thought I'd get dirty."

"My mom combed my hair fifty times," Ralphie said.  "I'm not supposed to touch it."

"You look like a statue," Flora announced.  He kind of did.  Zelda had added gel.  Had she added too much gel?

"Like a statue in a good way," Link said.  "I like your suspenders."

Ralphie grinned.

And then Link's attention turned to Zelda.  In his movements was a strand of uncertainty that hadn't been there when he'd talked to the children.  He passed her a small bouquet of silent princesses as if he were offering her flowers on a first date.  She didn't let her hands shake as she took them.

"You look lovely."

"Thank you," she said.  Then because she was a fool, she said, "I've worn this dress before.  My godmother hosts elaborate teas, and this has gotten compliments in the past, and it was this or my other white dress, which is a bit too formal.  It's long and strapless and--anyway.  I thought about buying a new dress, but I probably would have fretted about finding the perfect dress all week and then ended up just wearing this anyway."

Link's smile quirked.  Then he leaned closer, and Zelda sucked in a breath.

"You're nervous."

"I--You can't prove that."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"No.  I think I'll just be nervous."

That made him smile, and, oh, his smile was nice.  His eyes were very blue, like the flower in his button hole.

She was being so weird.  This was probably difficult for him after the death of his wife to have a second, low effort wedding with someone he didn't love.  It was probably difficult for him, but she was the one being weird.  She needed to step it up.

Link checked his watch, then announced, "Okay! Kids come here."  There were still some flowers on the bench, and he came up with a single silent princess and a straight pin, which he bent down and, with gentle hands, attached it to Ralphie's suspenders over his heart.  "This is so we all match," he explained.  "People will know we go together.  And if any of us get lost in the building, they can just find the other people with blue flowers."  Ralphie seemed to stand up straighter, his chest puffing out.  "Yeah.  That looks good."  

Link tried to use the same care when inserting the last silent princess into the coil of braids at the back of Flora's head, but she was bouncing a bit too much, and he just ended up shoving it into place.

"Okay, now.  Since you are standing up for your mom and you are standing up for me, you both have very important jobs.  I need you to hold onto these boxes, and keep them very very safe, and when the judge asks, you're going to hand them over.  I'm trusting you both not to lose them, but we've got--" He checked his watch.  "--Two minutes, so I think we'll be good.  Can I count on you?"

He looked both kids in the eyes, one after the other, and they both gave solemn nods, clutching the ring boxes to their chests.

"Thank you."The clerk called their names, and they were swept into the process of showing their identification and signing forms.  The clerk had clearly done this a million times, and the careful, standardized procedure of it all soothed Zelda's nerves.

Then they were walking before the judge.  It looked like a normal court room, with the judge at a raised desk and set benches to either side of the aisle.  A few people moved about the edges of the room, but distant and discreet.  The judge smiled at them and at the children, and Zelda handed over their paperwork.  And then the judge was talking--a joyful preable about people coming together in love and pledging their lives to one another.

It made her feel like a fake.

Link took her hand and squeezed, and she gripped onto him as tight as she dared.

"Do you, Zelda, take Link to be your spouse and live together as partners, to treat him with love and respect and build a family that grows stronger as time passes?"

That she could agree to.  "I do."

"Do you, Link, take Zelda to be your spouse and live together as partners, to treat her with love and respect and build a family that grows stronger as time passes?"

His full attention bore into her, all even-tempered kindness and unearned fondness.  "I do."

Her heart squeezed.  But he was just doing what he could for his daughter, and he was just being kind, and she was just thankful he'd agreed to this without taking and taking and taking, and she was just getting caught up in the moment.

She had an awkward second when Ralphie handed Link's ring to her, because she tried to put it on Link's finger while still holding her flowers. Link took them from her, and held them in his free hand until she was done, then handed them back while she whispered her thanks.  Then he was taking her hand and sliding a ring into place.  The stones glinted like the sparkles in Flora's dress.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife."

Whew!  She smiled in relief, and in the distance a scattering of random people clapped for them.

The judge gave Link a knowing look and jerked his head in her direction.

Oh.  Oh right.

Again, Link looked shy.  But he moved in and rested a hand against her hip.  His lips pressed to hers, soft and brief, too brief, and her hand came up to cup his jaw--her hand with a new ring on it.

The kids were both dancing as they skipped back out of the courtroom, her hand in Link's.

It was only as they left and she felt the soothing warmth of relief and a tell-tale blush in her cheeks that Zelda finally had the ware-with-all to take in her surroundings, and that's when she caught sight of a couple sitting in the back, and she nearly stumbled in surprise.

The woman beamed and clapped her hands in silent, excited applause.  She hadn't known her husband's plan or didn't care, because while she seemed to want Zelda to see her, the man slid low in his seat and half covered his face, peeking out at her, as if a seven-foot-tall Zonai man could hide.

[paxesoterica]

Started catching up on Delicious in Dungeon/Dungeon Meshi watching (from just before the fight with the Red Dragon to Laios's party parting ways with Toshiro and Kabru).

>I've seen spoilers before about the party finding Falin and the resurrection ritual, but my goodness I still got chills watching it firsthand.

>I may or may not have been twirling a lock of hair around my finger, kicking my feet, and giggling while watching Marcille, dressed in blood-drenched robes, matter-of-factly explain that she's secretly a specialist in forbidden magic, and that she'd be using it to bring Falin back.

>Chilchuck seems to be a bit of tsun.

>Marcille you fool! Falin is *not* a little kid anymore and does *not* want you to see her as such! sigh I suppose even powerful mages can still be useless lesbians (yes I've heard there's some background trauma there too, but I haven't got that far yet, so shhh).

>I love terrifying and surreal imagery.

>I know for a fact Chilchuck is a dad with adult daughters so I can only imagine the sheer embarrassment as Senshi gave him The Talk.

>Poor Falin. : (

>Of course they used petrified!Marcille to help with food prep.

> Okay, now that I've gotten to know more about Kabru: Kabru × Laios shippers? I see your vision.

> Falin as a spellcasting dragon-griffon hybrid is pretty damn dangerous! No wonder Toshiro and Laios argued about what to do.

>WHOAH, HEY!

>So, I know there's apparently been a lot of Discourse(TM) about the fight between Laios and Toshiro, and honestly, I'm not sure why: one's socially awkward because he has trouble with social cues and understanding people when they're being indirect, the other's socially awkward because he can't speak his mind and bottles his feelings to avoid conflict. The whole thing made me more sad than anything else, but at least there seems to be hope that their friendship is salvageable.

>Kabru you silly goose! If only you hadn't been recovering from, y'know, being dead, you could have overheard Laios and Toshiro hashing things out and realized you don't need to fake it to get on Laios's good side! I hope he doesn't feel too disconcerted when he realizes he could probably have even avoided disclosing whatever background trauma he has and just said eating monsters makes him uncomfortable, and still been accepted by Laios. Hopefully he'll avoid making similar mistakes to Toshiro in his relationship with Laios.

>A couple things I will criticize Toshiro for: I don't think he's suitable for Falin, not because he's a bad guy, but because I think that, either he doesn't really understand her or he's too willing to overlook that she has similar quirks to her brother, and so any marriage would not be as happy as he'd suppose, and he'd just end up bottling up his real feelings about it again. This may not seem too dissimilar to how Marcille also tends to ignore Falin having similar quirks to Laios, and I wouldn't be surprised if the contrast wasn't deliberate, but in Marcille's case, she's shown a willingness to try to work with Laios at his level, and gradually seems to be respecting him more, and hopefully that will lead her to being more honest about how she views Falin, which will ultimately strengthen their bond.

>The other thing is that leaving a party member like Asebi behind is pretty callous (even if I can appreciate that searching for her is dangerous in the group's current circumstances). I haven't seen much, if any, fandom talk about Asebi, so I'm guessing she's not a major character, but I hope that's because Laios's party is somehow able to return her to the surface over the course of a single episode, and not because the party finds her as monster chow.

>My current observations about the show suggest that the cast is a bunch of socially awkward people driven by intense passion for their special interests, so it's small wonder that it's become popular.

[orangepanic]

Decided to lean into the age gap - Irosami

His next kiss was softer than Asami had thought, yet no less passionate. It almost felt like he was tasting her. Savoring her, committing the feel of her lips to memory, as if---

"Wait," Asami said as she pulled away, "you're saying goodbye?"

General Iroh looked away.

"Iroh? Why? What changed?" Asami searched his handsome face for answers. After months of build up, of quiet jokes and subtle touches and eyes that lingered just a little too long they'd finally cracked. A chance meeting in this small and untraveled staircase in City Hall after a rainstorm and suddenly they'd been wrapped in each other's arms, all heat and lips and tender wanting. His fingers tangled in her hair as he pressed her into the wall with his body. Spirits, how she'd dreamed of this. And yet somehow she still wasn't enough.

"I'm sorry," said Iroh. "I would if I... but I can't. I can't do that to you."

"Do what? Iroh, I said yes. I want this. I want you, whatever that comes with. Is it your family?"

"Don't agree to things you don't understand," he said sharply. "You have no idea, Asami. None."

Asami took his hand, so hot in her own. "Then tell me," she said. "Don't be like the others. Talk to me, Iroh. I'm not Daddy's little girl anymore. I can handle myself. Let me make my own choice."

General Iroh met her eyes. His own seemed darker now, more bronze than bright gold. "I'm older than I look," he said hesitantly.

Asami quirked an eyebrow. "Like 25?"

Iroh grimaced. "No."

"Thirty?"

He shook his head.

Asami frowned at him, taking in his smooth skin and thick hair. "You can't be older than 36 or so," she said. "You don't look any older than Mako and he's the same age as me."

Iroh took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, as if steeling himself. "Asami," he said, "I---"

"Just tell me, Iroh," she said. She squeezed his hand. "Please."

"I'm five thousand years old."

Asami scrunched her brows together. She must not have heard that right. "Excuse me?"

"Five thousand," Iroh repeated, "or close enough. I've forgotten my true age, and those who knew it are long dead. Like the first Avatar I once sought the spirits, and like the first Avatar I was given gifts. But my gifts are more like a curse. I never age. I do not die. I will look always as I am, a young man, yet anyone reasonable will see I am far too old to love."

Asami was silent for a moment, taking that in. Five thousand years? That was a really, really long time. On the other hand...

"You must be really good in bed," she said.

Iroh's eyes flew open. "W-what?"

Asami gave him a sultry grin. "All that experience. You must have learned a thing or two... right? I mean, you're a very good kisser." And he was. Far better than the 18-year-olds she'd dated.

"I, um, I." Iroh's face got steadily redder. "I suppose, I, uh, yes. I've been around. Some."

Asami squeezed his hand again. "So what's not to love? Are you hungry? I bet you know all the best places and dishes since you've been around so long. You've probably tried everything."

"Well, there is this shop over on 8th that has authentic Fire Nation food just like they made it back in the---"

"Great!" said Asami. She tugged Iroh down towards the door and he stumbled after. "I'm starving. Then if you're up for it I can see if five thousand years of experience is enough to beat me at Pai Sho. Hardly anyone can. My money's on me but prove me wrong."

General Iroh chuckled behind her as they raced out again into the steaming summer night. "I think you'll find I have a few surprises for you," he said.

Asami smiled. "Good."

Thanks to @krastbannert for the idea!

[kiwisfics]

Summary: Flirting and fangs.

A/N: Kryptonians have fangs in my heart. Reader has a metagene, but it isn't mentioned what it is. No alter ego or anything for reader in this. Still not great with writing kisses recently and I don't know why. Their meeting is basically how he meets Tana.

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“Hey, Kon…”

[Name] froze the second she stepped into the apartment, blinking rapidly in equal parts shock and awe.

She’d had a crush on him from the moment she'd met him, even if it had only been in the briefest of passing. It was hard not to, unfortunately. Despite the constant flirting and the fact that he’d—literally—picked her up with no warning and no real reason other than, well, flirting, she knew enough about the person he was beyond that on account of the company she kept with those close to Superman. Multiple occasions of his willingness to sacrifice himself were more than enough to overshadow his exhausting display of hormones.

And, okay, it was a little entertaining. And a nice ego boost on a bad day.

They'd talked constantly after their first meeting, enough that she'd grown comfortable enough with him to push open his door upon arriving, since he'd said to do just that.

She hadn’t counted on walking in on him shirtless.

She was a simple person. A simple person who might have enjoyed staring at attractive men a little more than most people, but she was positive that staring at him would have been a natural response to anyone. He was the definition of chiseled, and that came from someone who spent time around those considered at the peak of human performance.

“Oh, you're early.”

She might have guessed he'd just woken up, considering the state of his hair—and his state of dress—but all else was forgotten as he yawned, revealing perfectly white teeth embellished with a set of fangs.

And she could have died then and there, because, yes, her metagene and luck had given her access to the company of some of the most attractive men she'd ever seen, both in pretty boy and ruggedly handsome terms, but she couldn’t ever remember seeing someone so attractive up close that also had a set of fangs.

It made sense, she reasoned.

Superman had a set, but she hadn’t ever been in a room with the big man, and Supergirl had a set, but she’d never noticed them as something to focus on. But Conner's sharp set of canines had her cheeks turning red for an inexplicable reason.

Why was that so attractive?

“Something wrong?”

“Nope. Definitely not.” Her hurried response might have been a little too obvious, especially when Kon was more than capable of hearing her quickening pulse.

Judging by his quirked brow, he was already fully aware of her state, and if his grin was any indication, he was starting to realize why she was so flustered.

He was the worst.

He made a show of pulling on his shirt, every movement of muscle beneath his skin making her heartbeat simultaneously feel like it was going to pound out of her chest and about to stop.

And if her newfound knowledge of exactly what was under his shirt wasn’t enough, she knew that he had fangs now, too.

“You know that’s not fair.”

“No idea what you’re talking about.” His grin was wide enough to show the fangs—arguably more attractive than even his bare chest had been.

It was hardly sophisticated, but when her eyes couldn’t look away, it was all she could think to comment on, “You have fangs.”

His grin fell just enough to make his confusion obvious. “Yeah?”

“Never saw them before.”

Again, his grin widened, “Is that why your heart is beating so fast?”

The worst. He was absolutely the worst.

“So what if it is?”

“Awe, no need to get so defensive.”

She shouldn’t have been surprised. Considering how they’d met and his constant flirting throughout the extent of their friendship, of course her obvious admiration would amp up his already exhausting teasing.

“Lay off, man. You already know you’re hot. GBS’s viewer base has been very clear about that.”

“Sure, but that didn’t mean that you found me hot.”

“What does that matter? You only satisfied if every woman on Earth is attracted to you?”

 “I think I’d be satisfied with just you.”

She blinked.

“That would mean more if you weren’t constantly flirting with every woman that you lay eyes on.”

“C’mon, I’m being serious here.”

She scoffed, “You’re flirting. Again. Doesn’t seem much different from normal.” She wouldn’t lie. Different or not, she was far happier to respond to the flirting than usual. “If you really are being more serious than normal, I wouldn’t mind if you acted on it.”

He never made it easy to forget, even with his power and heroics, that he was young—even younger than he seemed—but the way he lit up at her response was so juvenile, like a kid whose crush said they liked them back.

Actually, wait, maybe that was what was happening here.

“You’re serious. You’re actually serious.”

“I tried to tell you that, but no, I can’t ever be serious.”

“Well, if you’re going to be annoying about it, don’t expect me to follow through with that invitation.”

“No, wait!” He almost seemed genuinely panicked, which was more than a little amusing, considering how low the stakes were.

“Oh, relax Kon. I’m just teasing you. It’s taking you long enough to make your move though, you know?”

“Impatient, huh?”

“Hardly.” In contrast to the claim, she tilted her head upward the moment he leaned closer.

“Well, if you’re not interested…”

She grabbed the front of his shirt as he began to move away, “Conner Kent, if you don’t kiss me right now, I’m gonna kill you. And you better use those fangs, or so help me.”

An amused breath hit her in the face, “Yes ma’am.” And then his lips met her own.

She shouldn’t have been surprised that he was well-practiced, still with a clumsy eagerness that she’d expect from someone like him. His lips were slightly chapped, and that was all she was able to think before they slotted against her own perfectly, drowning out any other thoughts.

He pulled back enough to sink his teeth into her bottom lip, earning nothing short of a whine in response. The chuff of a laugh that escaped him at the noise was cut off by her own bite.

The second her teeth sank in, a growl rumbled in his chest and the hand that had been resting innocently against her jaw moved seamlessly to tangle in her hair.

“Oh, wow.”

“Yeah?”

“Didn’t mean to say that out loud. But yeah. That’s good.”

“Back at ya.” His hand remained in her hair, the grip tilting her forehead against his, “So… up for round two?”

“Up for as many as you can handle, SB.”

“That a challenge?”

She grinned, “Absolutely.”

[anticomedygarden]

how to trick your friends (don't worry, you're still a good person)

Five years ago, Remus and Lily may have convinced their boyfriends that it was proper for purebloods to give gifts on Thanksgiving.

@kaymardsa look what i did!

also on ao3

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Remus supposed he should feel bad about this, and he did. A little. A bit. Definitely more than none.

But as they got closer and closer to the holiday, and the pile of brightly wrapped gifts in their closet steadily grew, he couldn't help but laugh to himself, especially knowing that a few blocks away, Lily was doing the same thing.

So when they pulled up to James and Lily's flat on the night before Thanksgiving, Sirius toting a bag with an expansion charm to rival Santa Claus, Remus just sat back and watched him dump it out next to James' pile on the floor by the couch, grinning when he caught Lily's mirthful eye.

Then, Sirius and James disappeared into the kitchen to do the lord knows what, and Mary looked up from the couch and said, "Are you two really still doing that? At this point, it's just mean."

Marlene made a humming noise from her place on Dorcas' lap next to Mary. "I don't know, it's not like it's hurting anyone." Odd stance for the blonde, considering there wasn't a gift for her in the pile.

"Right," Lily said, pointing to Marlene. Remus stifled a laugh as she shifted her gaze to Mary. "And if you want those gold earrings you liked at Tift's, you'll keep your mouth shut."

Comically, Mary's mouth popped open in surprised glee, and she mimed zipping her lips. So much for principles.

Which - it was fine. It wasn't that bad of a lie. Besides, it wasn't like either of the boys couldn't afford it, and they did enjoy giving gifts. Honestly, Remus was more worried how Sirius would react when he found out his boyfriend had been lying to him. If he found out, and that was a big if. Thinking back on it, Remus was still shocked they'd believed it in the first place.

Five years ago

"...And every single year, Petunia would fall asleep on the car ride home, so, of course, I would shove marshmallows from Aunt Lyla's yams in her pockets." Lily snickered. "She'd be so pissed when she woke up, but I still did it every year."

On the other side of the table, Remus laughed into his eggs, as did Sirius. Across from them, James' face seemed to be going through a mix of amusement and absolute admiration at his girlfriend.

Since it was the night before fall break, they'd been sharing each of their Thanksgiving traditions, and Remus had to say, Lily's took the cake.

"All right, that's the best one," Sirius snorted. "Anyone else got any?"

Remus cleared his throat around the last few chuckles. "My Uncle Edgar used to give us all gifts on Thanksgiving, and they were always awful, you know, socks, sunglasses, he even gave me a toothbrush once."

"A toothbrush?" James said incredulously. "What?"

Remus laughed. "Right? And it wasn't like the man was poor, he was actually pretty well off, so I don't know what the hell he was thinking."

If he'd expected more laughter, he was disappointed. Rather, Sirius and James were glancing at each other with furrowed brows. "Thanksgiving gift?" James murmured. "Is that a thing muggles do?"

Remus opened his mouth to tell him that, no, that wasn't normal and his uncle had just been a man with some quirks, but Lily beat him to the punch. "Actually, purebloods are supposed to give their muggle born and halfblood friends gifts on Thanksgiving. Isn't that right, Remus?"

There was a very brief debate in his mind. "Yeah, it's an old public welfare tradition from when purebloods staked us in the streets." Lily snorted into her pumpkin juice, but apparently there wasn't enough sarcasm in his voice because both James and Sirius' eyes went wide.

"Really?" Sirius said after opening and closing his mouth a few times.

Lily turned to him with shocked glee written all over her face. "Of course, have you not heard of it?"

With one last look at the other black haired boy, James gave a nervous laugh. "Of course we have."

Then, there was movement under the table, and Sirius shook his head. "Yeah, me, too."

Lily gave him a look full of bewilderment, like she couldn't believe her lie had worked, before the conversation moved on, and he forgot about it entirely.

At least until four days later, when two different owls arrived, both with books and enough chocolate to last him to Christmas.

Now

A couple hours later found the group in various places in the living room, Marlene and Dorcas squished into one large purple armchair, James and Lily in the black loveseat, and Mary and a recently arrived Peter on the light gray couch. Remus was lying on the floor between Sirius' legs with his head resting on his boyfriend's chest and Sirius with his back to the loveseat. They were all stuffed full, though it was only a precursor to the dinner they would have tomorrow at Effie and Monty's.

Remus may have been a werewolf, but he had definitely outgrown whatever it was that made teenage boys able to eat so much, because as he laid there with Sirius gently playing with his fingers, it was all he could do not to throw up.

Then James said, "Let's open presents!" and it quickly became apparent everyone else was in the same boat as him.

"I'm so full," Dorcas groaned. "I don't think I can move."

Above them, James shifted. "That's what wands are for."

A moment later, two boxes, one with turkey wrapping paper and the other covered in dancing elves, dropped into his lap.

He really should feel bad.

But it was too funny.

And it has been going on for five years. It would just be awkward to tell them now.

Somehow, he managed to sit and lift his arms to open the paper, as did everyone else. Well, everyone except Marlene.

("How come Regulus and McKinnon don't have to partake in this little tradition?" Sirius grumbled, looking through the shelves of a muggle department store.

Remus thought fast. "Marlene's family doesn't celebrate muggle holidays." He paused. "And if we made Regulus participate in muggle holiday gift giving, he'd probably give us poison.")

The first gift was from James, a collection of the works of O'Henry and, of course, chocolate. He looked up at James with a minimally guilt-tinged smile. "Thank you."

His friends' hazel eyes were soft. "You're welcome."

Back on the floor, Sirius tapped him on the thigh. "Open mine."

"Yes, boss," he said, getting a light kick to the ankle in response. He opened the other box.

His gift from Sirius was, as usual, incredibly thoughtful. This year, it was a brown leather notebook, pristine and marked with his initials.

He felt Sirius put his lips next to his ear. "For all those thoughts, Moony."

Remus turned his head to kiss him, this time with a bit more guilt. He really should tell him the truth. "Thank you, baby, I love it."

In lieu of a 'you're welcome,' Sirius slipped him the tongue.

Next year. He'd tell him next year.

Just then, the front door opened, showing Regulus Black with snow dusting his shoulders and inky black hair. "Sorry I'm late. Boss wouldn't let me leave."

They all offered up greetings, groaned out through full stomachs.

"There's still plenty of food in the kitchen," James announced.

Behind Remus, Sirius shifted to better speak to his brother. "Be fast, I have something for you this year."

There was a scuffling noise, presumably from Regulus kicking off his shoes. "Does that mean you're finally dropping the charade?"

Then, unaware of the bomb he'd just dropped, the younger Black walked right into the kitchen without a backward glance.

Remus sat frozen and felt Sirius sitting stock still behind him, too. Was this really how their relationship would end, with a five year fib revealed by his would-be brother-in-law?

Wait. Why had Sirius frozen? And why hadn't he or James said anything?

With a dawning horror, Remus turned around to face his boyfriend. "You knew?"

After a brief pause, Sirius nodded slowly. "Yeah, we know."

A gasp went around the room. "If you knew, why are you still doing it?" Peter asked, a Honeyduke's container held in one hand and a jumper on his lap.

Lily made a noise of agreement.

"We liked it," James said honestly. "It's fun to give you guys shit."

Remus knew his friend well enough by now to know that he wasn't lying which only made him feel worse.

"And it was a pretty great prank, you have to admit." That one came from his boyfriend, and he laughed, the rest of the room soon to join in.

"How'd you figure it out?" Mary asked.

Sirius snorted. "I asked Remus' dad what he was getting him for Thanksgiving, and he acted like I was insane."

Remus groaned. "My dad was in on it?"

"Yep." Sirius giggled.

"Have you known the whole time?" Marlene asked.

"Yes," James and Sirius said in tandem.

That was when Regulus reappeared out of the kitchen door a plate of food in his hands. "They believed it for three years."

"You little jerk," Sirius exclaimed, flicking a piece of wrapping paper at him. "Fucking snitch. Whose side are you on?"

Regulus smirked at him, making himself comfortable on the floor in front of Mary. "Not yours."

Sirius threw another bit of paper at him, starting an absolute war, and everyone quickly forgot about the gift debacle but were pleasantly reminded a year later at the next Thanksgiving.

[sketchfanda]

Kirishima's Mystique:Skater Girl

There were more than a few words one could use to describe a girl like Jackie Lynn Thomas of which to name some in particular. Chill, pretty, sexy, laidback and of course THICC as eff are among those that come to mind. But for someone usually cool as an ocean breeze, she was in a mood that was anything but. Hence why she'd be more than happy to take some part time job in the summer in Japan to be a surfing instructor.

She had to say it was quite the climate around these parts especially at this time of the year. The beaches all having the ideal 3 S: sun, sand and surf all in ideal pristine condition making for some premium waves to ride and catch. Which would normally do the bottom heavy babe wonders for her mood but she was still feeling a little sour and why you might ask? Well it was to do with a boy back home you see, that Jackie thought might be going somewhere in terms of a potential relationship and commitment. But it didn't quite workout that way for one reason or another and right now she needed some space.

But damn if she wasn't feeling the slightest bit lonesome, sure she wasn't looking for a committed sort of union right now but she sure as hell wasn't going to settle for some random fling!! She wasn't a slut who just spread her legs for any guy, or hell even just any girl but hey least she was making a friend or two while she was here. Case in point a regular bestie she clicked with immediately who was a fellow instructor in the surf class and damn if she wasn't a hell of a looker. But then again it wasn't everyday you taught and rode waves alongside the one and only Maya Diva, Jagua del Toro's Lady of the Waves, current exchange student at UA high school.

Jackie:*sipped her drink as she and Maya sat by a local beachside diner on their break on a cozy bench under the shade of a tree. The chill babe softly sighing.*"I got to be honest with you Maya, I'm not having a bad time here but I know I seriously got to do something to just forget that deadbeat back home....."*The aqua streaked blonde mumbled to herself, pinching her brow. Stupid indecisive pretty boys and their unintentional Latin magnetism.*

Maya:*sitting in a way that just naturally oozed her raw sex appeal, rocking her quirkless form look as her and Jackie were turning heads in their surfwear. Eyeing the chill gal with concern while stealthily checking out her bombshell body.* "Would it be too direct for me to say you seriously need to get laid? Because I might have a solution to your problem...."*The shapeshifting babe grinned sensually as Jackie gave her a look of curiosity. The blue haired babe knew she had her, hook and line, now to see if she could reel in.*

Jackie:"It's not a gigolo or something is it? I mean I've heard there are a lot of dudes who got all sorts of weird quirks when it comes their junk or just sex in general but you know I'm not that sort of girl..." *That she certainly wasn't. Hell she left quite a string of putdowns on wanna be Casanovas and flirts who tried picking her up thinking she'd be an easy time. Don't let that thicc body and cool attitude fool you, this girl could be a shark. Which Maya knew made her ideal...*

Maya:*waved her off as she reassured her.*"Nah trust me, this guy is a total teddy bear. You know I mentioned my relationship before right?" *Maya's inner minx felt giddy as Jackie nodded. Oh yes the blonde had been told that Maya was in a threesome relationship with a guy and a girl. But she hadn't quite told her ALL the juicy, spicy details...yet.*

Jackie:"Yeah at your school right? What's that got to with helping out my problem?"*She knew she should suspicious, wary even. More so as Maya gave her a look she could recall seeing the blue haired shapeshifting bombshell was no stranger to pulling. The kind she made when she was likely on the phone to said guy and or girl. Or when she got a no doubt sexy text or picture from them.*

Maya:"Well you see me and my girl love to, what's the word? Oh yeah put our ma out to stud. Believe you me nothing gets me and Pinky so damn wet than seeing himbo rut another girl so bad that he wants to make sure she's getting a bun in her oven. Oh and you my bottom heavy babelicious work of art, I think are just the kind of girl who'd enjoy what he's packing..."*the shapeshifting hottie couldn't help but giggle at jackie's reaction. Yeah lot of women learning for the first time about her, Mina and their kink with their chivalrous stud always got looks like that. But she knew she had curiosity, morbid as it was. Now she had to keep her attention.*

Jackie:"Hold up just to be clear. You're basically telling me you and your co-girlfriend like to have your boyfriend bang other girls? You're saying you're pimping him out to me?" *She could hardly comprehend how Maya was so casual about it. Yet all the same she could feel her snatch quiver and pulse. Arousal flowing as her mind subconsciously wondered what this boyfriend was like. To be able to handle two girls at the same time so well that they even needed extra bodies just to keep him satisfied.*

Maya:*her inner devil screamed Sinker and Jackpot, knowing she had her now. Everyone knows what happens with cats and curiosity but never the part about satisfaction. And Jackie was sure to be getting it plenty. Taking out a pen and paper as she drew-up a rough map and wrote out details like a date and time, handing it to her.* "Oooh yeah, well we prefer to say put him out to stud, pimping implies we'd be making money from it. Our only price is the show we get and if you want to be the next headline act? Just come to the time and place right here."

Jackie shot Maya a suspicious look but accepted the scrap of paper all the same. Putting it away for safe keeping later as they enjoyed the rest of their break and finished off their surf classes for the day before they parted ways. At least for now as Jackie was soon on her fateful skateboard, making her way through the crowds as she had Dead Kennedys playing on her headphones. Soon finding herself at the address, one of UA's College campus dorms as she went to a certain floor and door number and knocked.

It seemed like maybe nobody was home at first before the chill babe certainly heard the approach of voices and footsteps. Definitely no turning back now as the door opened to show none other than Maya who was rocking her au naturale sclay blue form. While standing beside in all her cotton Candy pink glory was Mina Ashido herself and the horned girl eyed snd sized up, clearly liking what she was seeing. Sharing a look with her girlfriend as they grinned and gently pulled Jackie into the apartment and shut the door behind him.

Jackie couldn’t help but blush, she wasn’t usually bicurious but damn if Mina and Maya together could make a girl turn heads and questiin her own sexuality. The fact they were both we earring tank tops and booty shorts certainly was a factor in that as they brought her into a bedroom. This had to be their boyfriend’s for sure as the decor just screamed absolute fitness and machismo. And from the sounds of it, he seemed to be in the bathroom having a shower as she turned to fsce the naughty pair.

Mina:”You know Maya told me so much about you but seeing you in person is a whole other story. I just know Eiji is gonna LOVE you..” *The acid maker purred affectionately as she ran her hands along Jackie’s curves. Getting a good feel of her waist and hips as she made her twitch and squirm. There was no doubt about it, Mina was comfy with other girls as she was with her and Maya’s man. Talk about your dirty pair.*

Maya:”Knew you’d like Pinky and now that Jackie here has your seal of approval, we got the next stage here. Welcome to Casa Amore Jackie girl, now all you got to do is stand there looking pretty while the man of the hour makes his entrance. Then the fun really begins.. *Jackie had a feeling it was too late to backdown now. She pretty much consented the moment she knocked on the door as she turned to the door to the bathroom, seeing no steam or hearing the sounds of the shower running. Her pulse racing as she felt the anticipation tingle within as the door opened. Out stepping Kirishima with his sculpted Herculean body glistening sparkly clean and his modesty preserved by a towel around his waist.*

Kirishima:”Hey girls sorry to keep you waiting, you know I got to get the post workout scent off and I…”*The sturdy stud paused in the middle of his sentence as he noticed they had company. Seeing Jackie who looked at him like she was laying eyes on a work of art. Blushing slightly as he himself found it too easy to look at her and why not? She was a feast for the eyes and she wasn't even naked...yet.*"Hi uh, let me guess, friend of Mina or Maya's"

Jackie:*simply nodded in reply to his query, seeing him grasp his towel around his waist as she took in the view of his upper torso. Those powerful arms, those warm, inviting pecs and those abs. But of course the face was a work of art itself, not overly pretty and angel-faced but certainly not too rugged and macho, if anything it struck an ideal balance between cute and handsome.*"Yeah and right about now...I'm really glad to be so..."*Her voice coming out with a rather husky sensual whisper as she walked up to him close and personal.*

Jackie wasn't sure what had come over her but seeing Kirishima in his current state just seemed to flip a switch in her brain. Suddenly her dry spell issues and her hang-ups back in Echo Creek were becoming a thing of the past. Her face kissing distance from the sturdy hero as she caressed his chest and abs with one hand, the other gently grasping the towel preserving his modesty. Sensual blue eyes locked on curious crimson blood red as she closed the distance between them.

There was a lot she could've said then and there, all variations one way of another of telling this Adonis of a caveman to drop the towel, take that cock and bang her goddamn brains out. But as they say actions spoke much louder than words and this guy was clearly god at reading body language. Any shock or what not gone from his eyes as instead they became soft but determined as his own free hand moved to gently grasp the back of her head. The thicc cutie softly moaning as she soon found her lips being pressed to his as they kissed, proceeding to make out.

Mina and Maya of course were still in the room watching with voyeuristic delight, not that it was bothering her none. Oh no, she was on cloud 9 and it was honestly quite a turn-on, as she and Kirishima deepened their lip-lock. Their tongues dancing together as she traced and felt those shark-like teeth of his. Before she heard the sound of his towel dropping and found his now bare cock pressing itself between her juicy thighs.

her blue eyes glanced downed, a sensual awe filling her as she could tell it was quite a bit of length and girth, pressing against the camel tone of her denim shorts. Unable to help herself as she squeezed and rubbed her thighs against that meat stick as she gasped find Kirishima pulling her shirt up to whip out her tits. A sensual shudder escaping her as she sensually but her lower lip to find the himbo kiss along her neck and grasp her now exposed boobs a firm squeeze. It was surreal to her how much just this fore play alone was making her feel orgasmic before she soon found it getting even better.

Jackie found herself being gently pushed and laid back onto the bed behind them, their lips pressing to each other once more as her tits pressed and rubbed up against those firm pecs. Moaning and gasping as she found that hunk of sexual meat pressing and rubbing against her slit, sticky warm nectar coating that length and girth with plenty of lubrication. Before she soon broke their kiss to let out a deepthroated moan as she felt it penetrate her, inch after inch of Kirishima’s Lil’ Riot sinking into her as it hit just the right sweet spots. Causing her nerves to surge with absolute bliss and pleasure as spine tingling ecstasy flooded her brain.

To think she was cumming from just the penetration when Kirishima soon really got going, his powerful muscles flexing as he pumped his hips. A slow and steady rhythm that to Jackie felt akin to rolling down a hill or swimming out to catch a wave to ride as she held onto those strong powerful arms pinned beside her head. Looking down in awe at their connected loins to see her stomach swollen with the bulge of his cock indicating his size and depth. That womb hammer really standing out as she tucked her tummy, showing off quite the set of abs and highlighting his length and girth all the more.

Jackie:*looks at Kirishima, her blue eyes locked in his blood red ones as they flowed with lust. Sensually biting her lip as she massaged his arms before wrapping hers around his shoulders. Her voice a sexy husky whisper as she was lost in the absolute sexual bliss.*”Mm handsome I’ve only just met you and you’ve made my day. So you take thick juicy meat and fuck, me, hard.”*the moment she said that, she knew her world was about to get rocked.*

Rocked it certainly did as she soon found Kirishima's pelvic thrusts picking up a nice steady increase in intensity and speed. Not to mention force as his hips pumped away like the drill of a jackhammer, those heavy balls slapping her jiggling booty as she curled her spine and toes, holding on for dear life. Hearts glowing in her eyes as orgasms rocked her one after another, her stomach's bulge going up and down in tempo to this biological sex machine who couldn't help but lavish attention on her bouncing tits. Deep-throated moans escaping her as she felt those sharp pointy teeth of his graze her booby skin sensually, her nips being licked and suckled on as if trying to coax milk out of them.

How she loved every second of it, being held in the embrace of such a caveman, yet showered with such passionate sensual affection. Those hands of his working so firmly on her tits and her ass, to say nothing of how he was quite the kisser. Their tongues dancing together in a sloppy tango of spit swapping as that cock continued to work away at moulding the walls of her pussy to its shape. That length and girth hammering out all those annoying little memories buzzing in her head about her woes back in Echo creek especially in regards to that insensitive two timing jackass.

It was a rush of ecstasy on par with the adrenaline she'd feel from riding a high tidal wave or nailing some major tricks and air in the skate park. Seconds to minutes passing their way into hours as Kirishima fucked her raw and with passionate abandon, going from their intimate missionary to a sideways spooning before she found herself grasping and biting the bedsheets as he took her prone bone style. Her apple-bottomed booty jiggling with every delicious impact of their loins as her spine tingled with every orgasm rocking her brain as it hit that sort of primal switch deep inside. Deep subconscious desires equating herself as a bitch in heat being mounted and claimed by an absolute unit of an alpha male as he was rutting her like he intended put a baby inside her. A thought that she absolutely found herself embracing, thinking of herself going around with her belly swelling as it grew with a child from this passionate caveman.

A thought that only made her arousal skyrocket all the more especially as she felt him bite down on her shoulder, their bodies shuddering as they came together. Her pussy squirting as it erupted like a volcano spewing magma, in tandem with that juicy sex meat of his proceeding to pump his baby batter into her womb, ensuring her over was definitely getting some buns inside. Before the skater girl gasped in the midst of her high to find not only had Kirishima not pulled out yet but he was still hard and ready to go. Before she looked aside to see Mina and Maya looming over like a pair of erotic menaces, shamelessly nude as their respective pink and blue bombshells made it clear they were very turned on at this little act of erotic acquaintance between their alpha male and their newfound sex bestie and down to fuck.

Not that Jackie was in any position to protest as her state of horniness was hitting sexual nirvana with the addition of two very equally horny babes. A constant tangle of limbs and torsos as they shifted between combinations of 2 to 3 on one or taking turns one on one whenever someone needed to catch their breath. More so especially when Jackie was given a show of a neat little trick Kirishima could pull off by focusing 1% of his quirk on his dick, ensuring his Lil' Riot wasn't being left out of this game of adult twister. One moment one of them would be getting fucked by that himbo doggy style as she ate out another girl's pussy, the next ould see one sitting on his face as he ate them out while another rode him cowgirl style and made out with the other.

Or gave him a tag team blowjob or boobjob, even jerk him off with their ass which was all the more fun for him given he had 3 prime qualities of buns to hotdog his meat between. For Jackie of course this being her first time being so lewd, each and every position or combination was an unreal but thrilling experience such as having her head hang off the edge of the bed as her newfound bull facefucked her, that glorious hunk of juicy meat pounding her mouth and throat like it was an oral pussy. Her tongue tasting the sublime mix of his seed and the pussy juices of herself, Mina and Maya who of course were no slouches in lavishing her and their man with pornographic affection either. Currently enjoying riding their Red Riot himbo stud in reverse cowgirl as he enjoyed the view of her glorious backside, jiggling booty and all while the alien queen and the lady of the waves were either playing with her tits or kissing her with sloppy passion, tongues dancing together.

Hours ticked on that it wasn't until a few orgasms later that Jackie found herself seeing what time it was as se heard her phone going off. Picking up the vibrating device as she saw a notification indicating a text message, the chill babe frowning as she felt her mood soured to see it was from her ex. oh so now the indecisive simp was looking to make amends? She knew he had his chances and he damn well blew it, quite frankly after today especially, she was considering living and working in japan full time just to have the space and distance between her and that jackass.

Just before she considered deleting the text message and blocking him of course, she looked over to see Kirishima sitting on the bed, that sweet teddy bear of a muscle mountain concerned. Even as Mina and Maya were performing a tandem fellatio on him which made Jackie smile sensually before her brain went off with a lightbulb. Getting a wonderful idea as she typed her response to her ex before setting her phone onto photo and video mode. Seriously feeling her pussy gush at what sort of naughty act she was about to commence as she set her phone on a stand at just the right angle and went back into the fray.

"Hey Diaz, here's what I have to show you about your message. Get. WRECKED!!" was what her text read as her ex would soon get flooded with a series of pictures and videos of Jackie in her latest round of fun with Mina, Maya and their himbo stud. Saucy images one after another spamming his phone with the intent to NTR and cuckold the guy. The cotton candy/bubble gum duo of course adding to it as they took some pretty sweet shots and angles of Jackie's one on ones with their Red Riot. The extreme sports hottie gladly and lustfully declaring herself Kirishima's property which was especially evident by the shark like bite marks marking her skin and the overflow of seed pouring from their conjoined loins.

Suffice to say once Jackie sent one final lewd selfie of her, Mina and Maya resting and laying atop or beside Kirishima, she officially called it quits with her ex and blocked him. Deleting his number as she basked in the welcome afterglow, reminding herself to make plans about moving and setting up residency in Japan. After all, it would help to stay close to her two new besties and the new man in their life. Especially if every other time after this first would just as good,if not better......

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resonance || izuku x oc

In a world where nearly everyone possesses unique, powerful quirks, Izuku Midoriya thought he was destined for an ordinary life—until he unlocks a volatile, dangerous ability: the power to take and manipulate the quirks of others with Polarize.

But as he struggles to master this unpredictable gift, the line between hero and villain blurs. How can he become a hero when his quirk tempts him to strip others of their power?

This is not the story of a rising hero. This is the story of a boy walking the razor-thin edge between salvation and destruction, as he battles to control a power that could save his world—or tear it apart.

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Failure was never an option. This, she knows.

Rin Kirigaya knows it from her bones. Much like how she knows pain, knows neglect, and knows the grief of losing something she never had. Even though loss is the price of love, one she'll pay again and again and again . 

Rin’s awake before her alarm rings. She puts her phone in silent, getting ready in haste. Today is the day , after all. The Saints Out Shining Orphanage is a complete hour away from Yueei, and she couldn’t afford to be late. 

“Ree-san!” A tiny voice calls out from down the hall, breaking the stillness of the early morning. 

Rin pauses, her fingers tightening on the straps of her backpack. She knows who it is before she even turns around.

A small girl, no older than six, comes barreling down the hallway, her bedhead sticking out in every direction. Her mismatched socks barely cling to her feet as she skids to a stop in front of Rin, wide eyes filled with excitement.

“Good morning, Haruka,” Rin says softly, her voice just above a whisper. She kneels down to the child’s level, smoothing out her frizzy hair. “What are you doing up so early? You should still be in bed.”

Haruka shakes her head vigorously, clutching the edge of Rin’s shirt. “I wanted to see you before you left! You’re going to Yueei today, right? The hero school?”

Rin hesitates for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, today’s the big day.”

Haruka’s eyes sparkle with awe. “Will you be a hero, Ree-san? Like All Might?”

The question catches Rin off guard, though she keeps her expression steady. A hero. The word feels heavy, laden with expectations she’s not sure she can meet. She had always told herself that she'd become something more , more than what anyone bothered to think of her, but–

“I’ll try,” Rin finally says, brushing a strand of hair behind Haruka’s ear. “But I have to go now. It’s a long trip, and I don’t want to be late.”

Haruka lets go of her shirt reluctantly, her face falling slightly. “Okay... but you’ll come back, right? You’ll visit us?”

Chuckling, Rin shook her head. “Today’s the exam day, Haruka-chan. I’m not going off to become a hero right away.” If only it were that easy.

She stands and gives the little girl a small smile before turning toward the door. The other children are still asleep, the staff barely stirring. Rin slips out of the orphanage quietly, the cold morning air biting at her skin as she steps outside.

Saints Out Shining Orphanage —what a name, Rin thinks as she walks down the dimly lit street. A place that claimed to raise heroes, yet the children inside were barely cared for. But the Saints didn’t shine for everyone. Some were left in the dark, forgotten. Like her.

Rin quickens her pace, her mind on the journey ahead. She’d wager that most students in Yueei had never known what it was like to be abandoned. They didn't understand the weight of surviving alone. But that didn't matter. She would make them see.

Failure is not an option . Not for her.

And it wasn’t going to start today. 

Rin stepped off the train, her nerves threatening to get the best of her as she approached the towering gates of U.A. High. The sight of the grand building, where so many hopefuls would soon become heroes, brought a lump to her throat. The school loomed over the city like a fortress of hope, a symbol of everything she wanted to achieve—but also of everything she could lose.

There were other students present, of course, with a plethora of quirks– mutations, emitters, and transformations. A good number were already using their quirks in practice, probably from nerves. 

Rin felt a familiar twinge in her stomach as she watched the other students casually display their quirks. Some showed off their fire abilities, others sent small bursts of electricity between their fingers, and a few had strange animalistic features—wings, tails, claws. The air was filled with energy, tension, and anticipation. For many of them, using their quirks seemed as natural as breathing, and it made her painfully aware of her own hesitation.

Rin's quirk, Manilecule , emitted a soft purple pulse on her hand, forming a solid disk as she looked at it. It wasn’t much—the biggest disk she could produce was just large enough to cover her body as a shield—but it had potential. Years of self-study had made her realize that her quirk was more complex than she initially thought. She wasn’t simply generating shields from nowhere. She was manipulating molecules, pulling them together and creating solid objects by bonding the atoms in the air and ground around her.

When she was younger, Rin thought her quirk was limited to just defense, a simple shield she could throw up to protect herself or others. Little Rin, with her bright hazel eyes and boundless optimism, had called it Shield —a straightforward name for what she assumed was a straightforward power. But as she grew older, as her understanding of chemistry and physics deepened, Rin began to understand the true intricacies of her quirk.

It wasn’t just Shield . She was rearranging molecular structures at a basic level, bonding atoms together to create temporary constructs, though the migraines that came with prolonged use of her quirk served as a reminder of its complexity—and its limits. She still had a long way to go before she could fully harness it. But one thing was clear: Manilecule was no ordinary quirk.

Rin's hand pulsed again, the purple hue intensifying for a moment before the disk wavered. She dispelled it with a sigh, rubbing her temple as the faint signs of a migraine started to creep in. She could feel the mental strain building.

You need to control this better, she told herself. If she was going to succeed at U.A., she needed to push her limits while keeping herself in check. 

Busy inside her own head, Rin didn’t see the cracked piece of pavement sticking out in front of her. Her thoughts were still swirling between the pain of her fading migraine and the adrenaline of the upcoming exam, so she didn’t notice the uneven ground until it was too late.

She was about to trip—

But instead, Rin found herself momentarily suspended in midair, as if gravity had suddenly lost its hold on her. For a second, she blinked, confused, before a sharp voice rang out:

“ Release! ”

In an instant, she was slammed back down onto the pavement, her knees hitting the ground with a harsh thud. Grimacing, she braced herself on her arms, feeling the impact reverberate through her body.

Before she could fully gather her bearings, she heard a panicked yelp from behind.

“I’m so sorry—!”

Rin turned her head, still rubbing her sore arms, and saw a girl rushing toward her, her hands raised in apology. She was small and wide-eyed, clearly flustered. Rin’s mind quickly pieced it together—this girl had used her quirk to momentarily levitate her and then let go too soon.

“I didn’t mean to—oh no, are you okay? I thought you were going to fall, and I panicked, so I used my quirk without thinking—” The girl’s words tumbled out in a rapid stream, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Rin shook her head slightly, standing up and brushing the dust off her knees. “It’s fine. No harm done,” she said, trying to muster a reassuring smile despite the ache in her legs. “Thanks for trying to help.”

The girl gave her a sheepish look, still clearly nervous. “I should’ve been more careful… I didn’t even think about how you’d land.”

Rin waved off the apology, taking a deep breath. “Seriously, it’s okay. What’s your name?”

The girl looked up, blinking, then smiled shyly. “I’m Ochako Uraraka. I just… don’t usually use my quirk on people.”

“Kirigaya Rin,” she introduced herself, rubbing her shoulder where she’d landed awkwardly. “Your quirk—what does it do exactly?”

“Oh!” Ochako perked up slightly. “It lets me manipulate the gravity around small objects and people. I can lift them up, make them float, but it doesn’t last long– otherwise I start throwing up. I, um… haven’t really practiced it on people that much, so it’s a bit tricky.”

Rin nodded. “It’ll come with practice. You saved me from falling on my face, so that’s something.”

Ochako laughed nervously. “Well, at least I didn’t drop you too hard.”

The two shared a brief smile before Rin straightened, her mind refocusing on the exam. 

“I should get going,” Rin said, glancing toward the entrance. “But thanks again, Ochako-san. Goodluck.”

Ochako smiled, eyes determined. “You too!”

Yueei looks even more impressive from the inside, if that were even possible. The sleek, towering walls of the entrance hall gleamed in the sunlight filtering through the massive windows, and the sheer size of the place was overwhelming. Everything about it exudes an aura of greatness, as if the very walls themselves held the weight of all the heroes who had passed through these halls before. Rin’s breath caught in her throat as she took it all in.

Students milled about, their excitement palpable. Some were whispering in awe, others were already moving in groups, forming bonds and chatting about the upcoming entrance exam. There were a few who walked with the confidence of people who had known they were destined for this their whole lives, their heads held high and proud. It was clear that this school wasn’t just a dream to them—it was their birthright.

Rin felt a small pang of uncertainty but quickly brushed it away. I made it here, she reminded herself. I could do this. She kept her head down, her nerves creeping higher with each step, but she reminded herself to breathe.

The buzzing of the crowd grew louder as students filed into the auditorium, gathering for what was likely the welcome assembly. Rin followed, feeling the weight of anticipation settle over her again. The vastness of the place, combined with the atmosphere of possibility, was almost overwhelming. But there was also a spark of something else—excitement. The idea that anything could happen here.

The written test was both easier and harder than Rin had expected. As she worked through the questions, she felt a strange mix of confidence and doubt. The essays had come naturally to her—she had always been good at articulating her thoughts on paper, especially when it came to topics like ethics and heroism. Writing about what it meant to be a hero, the importance of responsibility, and the weight of power had flowed from her mind almost effortlessly. She was sure those answers would impress the examiners. Math flowed over her easily, she loved her numbers.

But then came the science portion.

Rin had studied hard, pouring over textbooks and notes in the weeks leading up to the exam. She knew that understanding the science behind quirks, as well as the physics of hero work, was crucial. Yet, as she read the more complex questions, especially those related to advanced chemistry and molecular structures, her confidence wavered. Despite her quirk’s connection to manipulating molecules, the technical details often slipped through her grasp.

She scribbled answers as best as she could, her mind racing to connect what she knew about chemistry with the more theoretical questions. But by the time she reached the final page, she couldn’t help but feel that her responses were lacking. There were gaps in her understanding, and she knew it.

By the time the exam ended, Rin let out a quiet sigh, leaning back in her chair. She wasn’t sure how she’d done. The essays felt strong, she’s never worried about math in her life, but the sciences… she wasn’t so sure. The uncertainty gnawed at her, but she pushed it aside. There was no point in dwelling on it now.

As the proctors collected the exams, Rin glanced around the room. Some students looked completely at ease, like the test had been a breeze for them. Others wore the same tired expression she imagined she had. It was done now, and all she could do was wait for the results.

“WHAT’S UP YUEEI CANDIDATES?” 

Rin jumped out of her musings, wincing. Dear God, it’s Present Mic. 

“Thanks for tunin’ in to me, your school DJ! C’mon, lemme hear ya!”

Oh God . It was Rin’s weakness! (one of many) Awkwardness!

Feeling sorry for Present Mic, Rin gave a weak clap, the sound echoing in the quiet auditorium. Slowly, other students followed her lead, and claps trickled in from around the room. By the looks of it, it made Present Mic’s day. His grin stretched wide across his face as he beamed with pride, his usual energetic self magnified by the small gesture of support.

Rin smiled.

"Alriiiight!" Present Mic drawled, his voice booming once more. "Let’s get to the main show! Let’s talk about how the practical exam is going to go, okay?"

Instantly, Rin’s back straightened, her attention fully locked onto the pro hero. This was it—the moment she had been waiting for. The practical exam was where she could prove herself, show that she belonged here with the future heroes of the world.

“The exam will take place in different battle centers, each of you will be assigned to one,” Present Mic explained, the giant screen behind him lighting up with various maps and locations. “Your task? To take down as many villain robots as you can! Each type of robot is worth different points depending on their difficulty. But be careful, some of these bots are built to be tougher than others!”

Rin leaned forward in her seat, her fingers gripping the edge of the chair as she listened intently. She needed to know every detail—every possible advantage she could take to maximize her score. This wasn’t just about brute force; it was about strategy, about knowing when to use her quirk and when to hold back.

“Excuse me sir!” Someone from the front shot up their hand. “I have a question.”

“Hit me,” Mic nodded. 

“On the printout,” the boy continued, his tone growing more intense as he held up the paper, “you’ve listed four types of villains, not three.”

A hush fell over the auditorium as the boy’s voice carried through the space.

“With all due respect,” he went on, adjusting his glasses once more, “if this is an error on official Yueei materials, it is shameful. We are exemplary students. We expect the best from Japan's most notable school.”

The air around them tensed as murmurs rippled through the crowd, some students exchanging confused glances. Rin glanced down at her own printout, eyes scanning the page. Sure enough, there it was—four types of villain bots listed, but Present Mic had only talked about three. Still, she frowned, eyeing the boy warily. Yueei was the best school in Japan. It didn’t make mistakes.

Present Mic blinked, clearly caught off guard by the pointed critique. For a brief moment, his usual exuberance faltered. But he quickly recovered, flashing a wide grin as he raised both hands in mock surrender.

“Whoa there, four-eyes! No need to go full throttle on me!” he said, his voice still carrying its usual energy. “You’re right, there are four types listed, but the fourth one’s special.” He pointed to the large screen behind him as it flickered, showing the image of a massive, towering robot. “That big guy right there? That’s the Zero Pointer . It's not worth any points, but you’ll wanna keep your eyes peeled, ‘cause if you get in its way, you’re in for a world of hurt! Avoid it if you can, but… if you’re feeling brave, you might just find another way to shine.”

A mix of relief and tension filled the room. The students leaned back in their seats, some letting out quiet sighs, while others, like the boy who had asked the question, remained stiff and alert.

Rin felt a rush of understanding hit her. The Zero Pointer. It was a distraction, a trap for those too focused on brute force, but… if there was no point value to it, if someone got caught in its path, would stepping in to help score more than defeating a regular bot? Are there other ways to gain points? Or is the presence of the Zero Pointer wrecking havoc the trick in and of itself?

Her mind raced with possibilities, and she realized that this exam was more complex than just smashing through enemies. It was about being smart, thinking like a hero, and knowing when to fight and when to help.

The boy sat down with a sharp nod, seemingly satisfied with the answer, though his face remained serious.

Present Mic clapped his hands together. “And with that, we’re all clear! Now, get ready to show us what you’re made of out there! PLUS ULTRA!”

As the students began filing out of the auditorium to head to their assigned testing areas, Rin’s mind raced. She knew her quirk had limitations. The migraines, the strain it caused on her body—but she also knew that if she could focus on strategy, she could make up for any weaknesses in her quirk.

“All applicants, please proceed to your designated battle centers. The practical exam will begin shortly.” 

The time had come.

Rin followed the crowd as they made their way to their respective testing grounds. The closer they got, the more her heart pounded in her chest. Battle Center E was a sprawling mock city, designed to simulate real-world environments where heroes would operate. 

Rin stood at the starting line, her gaze fixed forward as she waited for the signal. Her heart raced, but she grounded herself by flicking her hands. 

The countdown began.

"Three..."

She clenched her fists, feeling her quirk bristle beneath her skin.

"Two..."

Her breath steadied, her focus sharpening.

"One…"

Failure is not an option. 

"START!"

The gates flung open, thus the chaos began.

Rin bolted forward, her legs carrying her into the mock city as students scattered in every direction, quirk energy lighting up the streets. She spotted her first target—a one-point villain bot crawling along the side of a building. Without hesitation, she summoned a purple disk from her hand, angled it just right, and with a swift flick of her wrist— slice —the bot crumbled to pieces.

Grinning, she barely had time to admire her handiwork. In a world filled with quirks, very rarely were people allowed to actually use them in public. But here, today, there were no restrictions—just the rush of adrenaline and the need to prove herself.

But there was no time to stop. She needed more points. Fast.

Rin weaved between buildings, dodging chunks of flying debris and the flashing lights of quirk attacks from other students. The city was alive with battle—robots towering over buildings, energy blasts cutting through the air. Larger villain bots loomed in the distance, but Rin knew better than to rush into them head-on. She had to be smart about it, pace herself, and conserve her strength for the right moment.

She made quick work of a few more one-pointers, her disks slicing through their metal exteriors with surgical precision. Each time she used her quirk, she could feel the strain slowly building in her head—a faint pressure that warned her not to overdo it. Her quirk was effective, but prolonged use would take a toll. She couldn't afford to waste energy on showmanship. Every move had to count.

After taking down her seventh two-pointer bot, Rin paused for a brief moment, catching her breath as she surveyed the battlefield. The damages around her were immense—robot parts littered the streets, smoke rising from the destroyed bots and buildings that had been used as collateral. It was like something out of a war zone.

Her mind wandered for a moment, wondering just how ruch Yueei must be able to afford such elaborate tests every year. The sheer destruction seemed absurd—were they rebuilding the city after every exam, or were there different locations for each one? Rin shook her head, pushing the thought aside. Focus. She needed to focus.

As she turned to move again, a loud rumble echoed through the mock city, shaking the ground beneath her feet. Students nearby gasped, their eyes widening as they looked toward the source of the sound.

The Zero Pointer.

Rin's heart skipped a beat as the massive, lumbering machine came into view. It towered over the buildings, its size and power dwarfing the other villain bots she had been fighting. Around her, students scrambled to get out of its path, knowing full well that it wasn’t worth any points—and that getting too close could end their chances in the exam.

No points, Rin reminded herself. Don’t waste time on it. 

But as she began to turn away, something caught her eye. A girl— Ochako —was trapped under a pile of rubble, struggling to get free. She was too close to the Zero Pointer, and it was moving in her direction, its giant mechanical foot ready to crush everything in its path.

Fuck.Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! 

Rin hesitated for only a second. The logical part of her screamed to keep moving, to focus on the points and avoid unnecessary risks. Totally unnecessary! Yueei wouldn’t put their prospective students in danger, right? But–

But the rest of her— the worrier, the concerned friend, the girl who wanted to be seen—knew what she had to do.

Without a second thought, she bolts toward Ochako Uraraka.

Okay, now what?

Shield!

But was it strong enough?  

Rin grabbed Ochako's outstretched arm, her fingers trembling as the weight of the situation bore down on her. The ground beneath them quaked as the Zero Pointer drew closer, the mechanical behemoth’s foot looming above, casting a dark shadow over them both.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! 

Ignoring the searing pain shooting through her skull—her quirk always did this when she pushed it too far—Rin threw her other hand into the air. The familiar purple energy sparked to life, swirling above them before forming a dome-like shield, a solid barrier encasing them in a protective bubble.

But was it strong enough? 

The migraine hit her almost instantly, sharp and unforgiving, like a hammer pounding inside her head. Come on, hold it together, she begged herself. Please, hold! 

Her world slowed to a crawl as the Zero Pointer’s foot came crashing down, but just as it was about to slam into her shield with an earth-shaking force, it stopped. The massive machine froze in place, and Rin blinked in confusion.

“TIME’S UP!” Present Mic's voice boomed over the loudspeakers, signaling the end of the exam.

Ochako’s voice reached her, faint and panicked. “Rin! Are you okay?”

Rin let out a breathless laugh, her body sagging with relief. “Yeah,” she said, barely believing it herself. Holy shit. She turned toward ochako, who was still pinned under the rubble, and sent her a wide grin. “That was—wait, you’re still stuck!”

As if only just realizing it herself, ochako blinked in surprise, her cheeks flushing. “Oh! Yeah... Erm...”

Before either of them could react, a loud, booming voice interrupted the moment, making them both squeal in surprise. “ARE YOU GUYS ALRIGHT?!”

Rin whipped her head up and saw a tall boy flying above them, riding a gust of wind that whirled around him like a small tornado. His voice was as loud as the wind he was controlling, and he seemed to be practically beaming with energy.

“Here! Let me help you!” he shouted enthusiastically, clearly not fazed by the destruction around him.

Before Rin could say a word, the tornado expanded, swirling toward them. With a sudden whoosh, both she and ochako, along with the rubble, were lifted into the air. Rin’s stomach dropped, and despite every ounce of dignity she could muster, she found herself letting out a very undignified scream.

“PUT ME DOWN!” she yelled, her voice cracking as she was swept up by the wind.

Beside her, ochako was also floating helplessly, but she seemed a bit more composed, blinking in surprise at their sudden ascent. “Oh, wow! We’re flying!”

Rin, on the other hand, wasn’t nearly as thrilled. (There totally weren't tears in her eyes) “I noticed!”

The boy, still grinning, guided them safely back to the ground, the tornado shrinking away as soon as their feet touched the pavement. “There you go! All safe and sound!” He landed beside them, dusting off his hands as if it was the most casual thing in the world.

ochako smiled at him, looking far more collected than Rin felt. “Thanks! That was really cool.”

“Yeah... sure... thanks for the ride,” Rin muttered, still catching her breath, her heart racing from the unexpected flight. She wasn’t exactly fond of being swept up in tornadoes, but at least ochako werwasn’t trapped under rubble anymore.

“No problem!” the boy beamed. “Glad to help out! Name’s Yoarashi Inasa, by the way. Good luck with the rest of the day!” He waved at them before dashing off, leaving a small whirlwind in his wake as he hurried to assist other students.

As the adrenaline slowly ebbed from her veins, Rin groaned, rubbing her temples. “That... was not how I thought today was going to go.”

Ochako chuckled softly, finally standing free from the rubble, thanks to Yoarashi’s help. “Could’ve been worse,” she offered with a smile. “At least we’re not squashed.”

Rin snorted, the absurdity of the situation finally hitting her. “You’re right. I guess we survived.”

The two girls made eye contact, and as if a spell had been cast, both of them suddenly burst into hysterical laughter. The kind of laughter that comes when the tension breaks after a moment of intense stress. The adrenaline, the chaos of the exam, the giant robots, the near-crushing moment—it all felt like something out of a ridiculous dream now.

Rin doubled over, clutching her stomach, her laugh uncontrollable. ochako wasn’t much better, wiping tears from her eyes as she tried to calm down but kept getting swept back into the giggles.

“Can you—” Rin gasped between laughs. “Can you believe… we almost got flattened… and then just flew out of it like—like it was nothing?”

ochako nodded, struggling to catch her breath. “And you—you screaming to be put down!”

Rin groaned, laughing even harder. “Don’t remind me! It wasn’t my finest moment! I’m scared of heights!”

Rin was scared of a lot of things.

They stood there for a few minutes, their laughter echoing in the now quiet aftermath of the exam. Other students passed by, some giving them confused looks, but the two girls were too lost in the hilarity of the situation to care.

When the laughter finally subsided, the two of them were left leaning against each other for support, catching their breath, a shared bond formed in the chaos of the day.

“Well,” Rin said, still grinning, “I don’t know about you, but that was one hell of an entrance exam.”

Ochako nodded, a tired but happy smile on her face. “Definitely unforgettable.”

Rin may have been sore for the next three whole days, every muscle in her body protesting with every step she took. Her arms ached from using her quirk so much, her legs felt like jelly, and her head still throbbed from the overexertion. But despite the physical toll, her mood was on an entirely different level.

She floated through those days like she was walking on air, the memory of the exam replaying in her mind over and over again. But despite the lingering high, doubt gnawed at her. Did I pass? Was I disqualified? Her thoughts kept cycling, overanalyzing every moment. Should I have shielded ochako-san, even though the Zero Pointer stopped before it crushed her? What if they thought I wasted time? What if I failed? 

The possibility sent her spiraling. She had no backup plan. No alternate path to follow if this didn’t work out.

Plan A was becoming a pro-hero by getting into Yueei.

There was no Plan B.

Her entire future hinged on that exam. If she didn’t make it, if all the pain and effort amounted to nothing, what would she do? She had no wealthy family to fall back on, no safety net waiting to catch her. What would the kids at the orphanage think? What about Haruka-chan? Would she see me as a failure too? 

Rin clenched her fists as she walked home from the train station, her body still sore but her mind racing. Every step felt heavier as her thoughts spiraled deeper. Stop it, she told herself, trying to shake off the doubt. You did your best. That has to count for something, right? 

But even as she tried to calm herself, the fear of rejection loomed larger. If she didn’t get in, it wasn’t just her dream that would be shattered—it was the one thing she was holding onto, the one thing she believed would give her life meaning.

Rin took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Focus on what you can control, she reminded herself. She just had to wait.

It arrived exactly one week later.

A small envelope, stamped with the official Yueei. High emblem was left in the orphanage’s mailbox that morning. Rin stood frozen for a moment, staring at it, her heart hammering in her chest. The envelope felt impossibly heavy in her hands. This was it—the moment she had been waiting for, dreading, obsessing over.

“Ree-san!” Yusuke’s voice called out. “Reeeeee-san!”

“Later!” Rin yelled back, already spinning on her heel. She hurried upstairs, taking the steps two at a time— “No running!” —ignoring the distant reprimand from one of the caretakers. Her hands shook as she clutched the envelope to her chest, her pulse racing. I have to see. I have to know. 

She slammed her bedroom door shut, her breath coming in shallow gasps, grateful that her roommate, Mei, wasn’t around. The small room felt like it was closing in on her as she stared down at the envelope.

For a moment, she stood there, clutching the letter to her chest, her mind racing through a hundred scenarios. Slowly, she slid a trembling finger under the seal, tearing the envelope open. Inside, she found a small, familiar device. She recognized it immediately. The same device the ochako had talked about through text that same morning—the one that held their results.

Rin's heart pounded in her ears as she pressed the button on the device, her hands shaking.

The screen flickered to life, and her stomach twisted with nerves. Then, the room filled with Present Mic’s booming voice.

“Yo, Rin Kirigaya! Congratulations! You did it!”

Her breath caught in her throat, her legs wobbling. Did it? 

"You showed some real hero instincts out there!" Present Mic’s voice continued, as animated as ever. "Not only did you rack up enough combat points to pass, but you also earned a big boost in rescue points ! Jumping in to save your classmate from that Zero Pointer? That’s what being a hero’s all about!"

Rin could barely breathe. She had passed. As Present Mic’s final words, “Welcome to Yueei High!” echoed in the now quiet room, the screen went dark, leaving Rin in stunned silence.

Her pulse pounded in her ears, her chest heaving as the weight of the moment settled in. She had done it. She had really done it.

Her eyes drifted down to the letter that had come with the device. In her haze of emotions, she hadn’t noticed the fine print. There, printed neatly in bold letters, was something that made her heart leap even higher:

Welcome to Class I-A.

Her fingers trembled as she traced the letters, barely able to believe her eyes. 

A small, disbelieving laugh escaped her lips. This was the class of heroes. The class that would be led by the best teachers and have the most challenging experiences. It was everything she had dreamed of, and everything she had feared she might not be worthy of.

With the letter clutched tightly in her hands, she let out a long, shaky breath and leaned back against the wall, staring at the ceiling with a dazed smile.

She’s in.

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