#Montra is his name

[deviousnarrator]

Final results came in-

So thanks to you guys, my Narrator finally has a name!

Votes were so close with each other my god- and also why is my birthday less then 5 days.. Please I DONT WANNA BE OLD

So I wanna thank to everyone who helped voted, I'd like you to be introduced to!

Montra

(Why did my auto correct say Montreal?? Damn autocorrect.. NO HIS NAME ISNT MONTREAL PLEASE ;W;)

(a bit of QnA)

Also for anyone who maybe curious, I do have my ask box open for any questions about my Narrator or Stanley and even Timekeeper designs

My Stanley is a work in progress still, for anyone who is wondering!

Anyone who maybe wondering, I am allowing people to draw them :D so don't be afraid if you want (just tag me if you wanna post it!)

Um yeah- I think theres an ask thingy- Idk how to get rid of it. HELP

[viti-ocs]

Anyone else have an idea for a character they want to create, but they need to finish the development of another character first?

[anim-ttrpgs]

🌤️ Share your favorite mechanic from a game you’re working on.

I have a lot of mechanics in Eureka that I really really really love and have hardly seen anything similar to them anywhere else, but for the purposes of this ask I’m going to be answering with one of the unique ones that we haven’t talked about on here yet: The Woo Roll.

The Woo Roll is a special roll named in honor of director John Woo, well-known for his bombastic and extravagant use of practical effects in shootout scenes. Eureka boasts exciting and realistically dangerous firearms combat, and what better way to make deadly firearms combat more exciting in a theater-of-the-mind or grid-based shootout than by adding flavor and flare that emulates Hardboiled?

Firstly, it should be noted that it’s actually relatively hard to hit a target in Eureka firearm combat, doing so requires a fairly high roll. That means that participants are going to be doing a lot of missing. Besides just having a higher Firearms skill, the best way to increase one’s chance to hit is by firing more bullets in a single turn in the hopes that at least one of those shots will roll high enough to hit, which is why automatic weapons are more powerful than others: It usually only takes one single bullet hitting to disable a human target, so even with a low Firearms skill, firing more bullets at once greatly increases the chance that at least one will hit.

However, realistically, most shootouts in Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy will be done using semi-automatic pistols, which are only capable of firing a maximum of 2 shots per turn. We don’t want to make our combat be just and endless boring montra of “shoot, miss, shoot, miss, shoot, miss”.

So, how do we make missed shots fun?

The answer is the Woo Roll.

The Woo Roll is one of the few rolls in Eureka that doesn’t use 2D6, it only uses 1 D6.

(Quick note for those unaware: While Eureka is NOT a PbtA game, it does use a similar system of “Failure, Partial Success, and Full Success”, three possible outcomes of a dice roll instead of just Success and Failure.)

When firing a gun, all bullets fired that turn are rolled separately (we have a special speed-rolling system for when you’re firing more than 3 bullets in one turn but that’s a different post). A Full Success(10+ on a 2D6 roll) is required to hit the intended target with any given bullet, a Partial Success(7-9) and a Failure(2-6) both miss. But this is where the Woo Roll comes in.

I’ll let the actual Eureka rulebook take it from here.

As you can see here, missed shots in Eureka still have some effect on the environment and situation, even if they do not kill their intended target. This ensures that a roll in firearm combat will always do something even if it is a miss, and reminds the players of one of the fundamental rules of gun safety: Don't just be sure of your target, be sure of what's behind your target! High-velocity lead doesn't stop being destructive just because it flew a little too far to the left!

The fact that a Woo Roll is much more likely to have a negative result if the shoot was a Failure vs a Partial Success means that handing someone a gun who has no idea how to use it can be more of a hazard than a benefit, but it's not impossible for them to get that one lucky shot that makes the difference. Likewise, a Woo Roll made from a Partial Success still has a small chance to cause disaster, so even very skilled shooters have to consider whether it's worth the risk to start firing bullets all over the place at all.

We also have tables the Narrator(Game Master) can roll on just in case the shootout runs out of Woo Roll Elements or it happens in place where no Woo Roll Elements would realistically be. Here's a sneak peak at the table for Negative Woo Rolls.

Note also that this is a 2D6 table, meaning that the results closest to 7 are much more likely than the results farthest from 7.

[revolutionale]

Revolution Tale Chapter 4 pt 2

4 (continued)

The night drew closely around the manor, dark and deep. Out there in the inky black where people were divided, you could almost taste the discontentment on the air. The cold stuck to skin and bone alike, leaving no doubt in the minds of the affected that a change would have to come. Whether naturally or by force was the only question left to answer. The night creped up the stone side of the house, looking for a way in, a way to carry its negative air to the people who resided within. But up on the second floor it was forced to shrink away from a bright light, and the sound of children laughing. Seven children to be exact, all brought from different corners of the world to live as siblings under one roof. 

The oldest was named Theodore who wore purple, then came Azelie in dark blue, and Cara in green. After that are Chun-hei and Fernando in yellow and orange respectively.Finally the two youngest, Lueam in light blue and then Frisk, who you know already. 

They all laughed and clapped for Frisk, who had just finished a performance to inform the other children of their day. Frisk bowed dramatically, and giggled. It had been a long day filled with adventure and new friends, and while it had been nice to see more of the world it was also comforting to be back in the nursery with their siblings. All thoughts of sadness and worry from earlier that evening had gone, replaced with the excitement of what tomorrow would bring.

“What is all this noise?” Nanny aksed from the door. She shifted a pitcher and basin in her arms skillfully, shutting the nursery door behind her with her foot. “Not having fun without me I hope.” She smiled warmly.  

“Nanny!” Chorused four of the seven children. Fernando and Chun-hei jumped to their feet and ran over to her, Azelie, Cara, and Luam, close behind. Frisk and Theodore stayed behind on the beds, watching from a distance. 

“Frisk was telling us about what happened today!” Chun-hei hopped along behind Nanny. 

“Is it true?” Azelie chimed in.

Nanny reached her destination, a table opposite the bed 

where Frisk sat. “Is what true?”She asked, putting a towel into the basin and pouring the warmed water from the pitcher over it.

“Did the monster save frisk?” 

Nanny set the pitcher to the side, “yes, I suppose he did 

Strange as it seems.” She said her voice, soft and confused. It was odd to her that a monster would go out of its way to protect a child, it was contrary to what the professor had told her, and the professor was never wrong. She shook her head slightly to clear it, “Frisk come over here please.” 

Frisk hopped down off the bed, doing as instructed. 

“You missed bathtime, so a quick wipe down will have to do.” She picked up the toddler and set them down in a chair, ringing out the towel and wiping the childs face. “Huh…you're practically clean, how odd. It’s like you already had a bath today.”

“Does that mean that monsters aren't really bad guys?” Cara aked from the other side of the table, Luam was beside her, just his eyes peeking up over the edge. 

“What has the professor told you?” Nanny put the rag back 

into the bowel, there was no point in cleaning a clean child.

“Monsters want to kill all humans,” They all recited, a montra they all had memorized. 

“But frisk said they are going to be friends with the monster.” Chun-hei countered.

“They also said all the monsters are nice. So are they bad guys or not?” Cara added. Beside her Luam signed. “And Luam wants to know if that means we can be friends with them too.” Cara translated. 

“It's not as simple as that.” 

From behind them came the voice of Theodore, one simple command. “Explain” 

Nanny sighed. She knew now that Theodore was invested there was no way she would get out of the conversation. Once he had the desire to know something, nothing could stop him till he had an answer.

“Listen my dears.” She sat down, placing Frisk in her lap, “The only thing you need to know is what the General tells you. He has everything under control, he knows what's best. All these thoughts on good or bad don't matter in the end.”

“But what about Frisk making friends with the monsters?” Fernando looked to Chun-hei and she nodded, “Yah, what about the general saying Frisk should be friends with them?”

“He has given Frisk a very important mission, even if it doesn't make sense, it's what he has decided. So it's what will be done. Alright?’

“Yes nanny.” The five of them coursed, Frisk and Theodore remaining silent.

“Good, let's get you all into bed.” She got to her feet as the children whined. “Now now, I let you stay up until Frisk got back. It's late. Time to sleep.”

.oO0Oo.

Grillbys pub was full of life and noise despite the late hour. From inside the light glowed warmly, inviting monsters off the streets for a bit of company and good food. It was a ramshackle building, like the others surrounding it, but on the outside was a nicely curved wooden sign stating its name proudly. It was probably the nicest looking bit of architecture in the slum, making the pub all the more inviting.

“FWAHAHAHAHA!” Undyne's laugh bellowed above the rest of the noise. “SANS!? A NANNY!?” 

“go ahead, laugh at my pain.” Sans grumbled, he was leaning over the bar, resting his boney cheek on its smooth polished surface. The coolness of the wood felt nice on his bruises. The candy had upped his hp, but it hasn't completely healed his injuries. He made a mental note to talk to Alphys, the recipe would need to be tweaked some.

“Oh man.” Undyne wiped a tear from her eye, “what an image. You walk around with a little human on your heels, the spitting image of a mother hen.”

Between them Papyrus was hiding his amused grin behind a mug of sarsaparilla. 

“it can't be that odd of an idea, i mean i did practically raise this guy.” Sans wrapped his arm around Papyrus shoulders, “he turned out pretty okay.”

“YOU MEAN GREAT,” Papyrus corrected.

“no one grater.” Sans amended. Grillby set a plate down on the bar in front of Sans, then held out a fork. “geeze grills, i only asked for a tomato, you didn't have to go cut it up and plate it.”

“Last time I gave you a whole tomato when you bit into it you squirted juice everywhere.” Grillby held out the fork again.

Sans took it, “you’ll have to fork-give me for that. It 

was overly ripe.” He skewered a wedge of tomato, “besides i’ve gotten kind of used to bein’ covered in tomato.”

“WELL I HAVE NOT, AND WE JUST GOT YOU CLEAN, SO YOU BETTER BE CAREFUL.” 

Sans held his fork with his pinky out, then daintily took a small bite of his food, finishing off his act by dabbing his mouth with a napkin. 

“STOP IT” Papyrus said, swatting the brim of Sans’ hat so it fell into his eyes, Sans laughed. 

“When’s the kid gonna show up?” Undyne asked. Sans 

paused, thinking back to the conversation. Did the General say anything about timing? 

“uh…tomorrow.” 

“I know, but what time tomorrow?” 

Sans Shrugged. “he didn't really say.” He took his hat off 

and ran a hand over his skull. “actually, with all the talkin’ he did, he didn't say much.” 

“So you don’t know anything? That doesn't give us much to start with.”

“i wouldn't say i don't know anything. i know that the professor didn't seem to like me very mu-wate.” Sans squinted suspiciously at Undyne. “what do you mean ‘not much to start with’?”

“For the plan.”

“what plan?”

“We trick the kid into giving us information on the enemy.”

Now it was Sans’ turn to look amused. “what?” 

“You gain the kids' trust, then trick them into giving up information. It's a simple plan.”

Sans laughed, “information? from a toddler?” 

“Yes.”

“a simple plan? no. a plan made by a simpleton…” Sans shrugged, and trailed off, eating more of his fruit. 

“What was that you just called me?” Undine got up from her stool, her grip on the bar made the wood creak.

Grillby laid his hand atop hers, causing her to hiss and pull her hand away. She shook it to cool it off, then glared over at Grillby. He pointed at a sign behind him that read

‘No fighting! 

‘Cool off or get burned.’

“If you break my bar I'll drag you up the mountain to chop me down a new tree to replace it. And you,” He turned to Sans, and glared, sparks flying from atop his head. Sans stopped snickering and put on a serious face. 

“sorry grills, i’ll behave.”

Grillby walked away to a new patron, not taking his gaze from Sans, pointing a finger at him accusatory.

The three friends sat in silence for a little bit. Undyne taking deep breaths trying to convince herself that taking Sans outside to dust him wasn't actually a great idea.

“Okay, as I was saying. You are going to gain the brats trust, then when it likes you, you get it to spill the beans.”

“alright, let me know how that works out for ya’.” Sans hopped down off his stool. “i'm goin’ ta’ bed.” He yawned.

“Oh no you dont.” Undyne quickly overtook him with her long strides, blocking his way out. “We still have to go talk to Asgore.”

Sans let out an annoyed moan, “haven’t i been interrogated enough for one day? can we do this tomorrow?”

“COME NOW SANS.” Papyrus placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. “ASGORE WAS KIND ENOUGH TO WAIT UNTILL NOW TO TALK TO YOU SO YOU COULD EAT AND CLEAN UP. LET'S NOT MAKE HIM WAIT ANY MORE.” 

Finally, Sans nodded in agreement. “fine. lets goat-ell asgore what i’ve been up to then.” 

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[pedanther]

Albert is a poet and he didn’t even know it:

Je vous en réponds: il roule des yeux de soupirant et module des sons d’amoureux; il aspire à la main de la fière Eugénie. Tiens, je viens de faire un vers! Parole d’honneur, ce n’est pas de ma faute. N’importe, je le répète: il aspire à la main de la fière Eugénie.

I am certain of it; his languishing looks and modulated tones when addressing Mademoiselle Danglars fully proclaim his intentions. He aspires to the hand of the proud Eugenie.

I guarantee it. He rolls his eyes and groans like a lover. He aspires to the hand of the proud Eugénie. Huh! That’s a perfect anapestic line! I promise you, it wasn’t intentional. No matter, I’ll repeat it: he aspires to the hand of the proud Eugénie.

Two different theories about the subject of “elle était charmante ainsi”:

elle était assise sur un sofa, dans un angle, les jambes croisées sous elle, et s’était fait, pour ainsi dire, un nid, dans les étoffes de soie rayées et brodées les plus riches de l’Orient. Près d’elle était l’instrument dont les sons l’avaient dénoncée; elle était charmante ainsi.

She was sitting on a sofa placed in an angle of the room, with her legs crossed under her in the Eastern fashion, and seemed to have made for herself, as it were, a kind of nest in the rich Indian silks which enveloped her. Near her was the instrument on which she had just been playing; it was elegantly fashioned, and worthy of its mistress.

She was seated on a sofa, in corner of the room, he legs crossed under her, having built as it were a nest for herself in the richest striped and embroidered materials of the East. Near her was the instrument, the sound of which had betrayed her presence. It was a delightful picture.

These are... not really the same thing:

En apercevant Monte-Cristo, elle se souleva avec ce double sourire de fille et d’amante qui n’appartenait qu’à elle

On perceiving Monte Cristo, she arose and welcomed him with a smile peculiar to herself, expressive at once of the most implicit obedience and also of the deepest love.

When she saw Monte Cristo, she raised herself up with a smile that was at once that of a daughter and a lover, unique to herself.

This one struck me because I read the older translation and wondered when they had been seated:

Monte-Cristo montra à Albert deux pliants, et chacun alla chercher le sien pour l’approcher d’une espèce de guéridon, dont un narguilé faisait le centre, et que chargeaient des fleurs naturelles, des dessins, des albums de musique.

Monte Cristo and Morcerf drew their seats towards a small table, on which were arranged music, drawings, and vases of flowers.

Monte Cristo showed Albert two folding stools, and each of them went to take one and draw it up to a kind of pedestal table, with a hookah as its centrepiece, surrounded by natural flowers, drawing and albums of music.

Again, these are not really the same thing:

—Si jeune, signora, dit Albert cédant malgré lui à la puissance de la banalité, comment avez-vous pu souffrir?»

“So young,” said Albert, forgetting at the moment the Count’s command that he should ask no questions of the slave herself, “is it possible that you can have known what suffering is except by name?”

“How can someone as young as you, Signora, have known suffering?” Albert asked, succumbing despite himself to the force of banality.

[thaiamulets-co]

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[all-on-the-wall-productions]

Hitting the bottom

Even though I don't see them anymore I keep them in my mind and remember above the struggles they have gone through and the price they paidI lost control of my life In 1973 In 1979 I was diagnosed with acute chronic schizophrenia. I spent 3 years of my life in Scarborough general hospital on the 10th floor In those 3 years I never have got a pass . From then on I have been suffering I turned to drugs kill the pain at all cost was my montra And for 30 years That followed Me My life was totally out of control in fact I was insane I pushed all my friends away No matter how hard they try to help me I couldn't stop drinking and drugging I can't count how many times I relapse and ended up either Locked up in a psychiatric Ward Or Locked up in jail..... In Vancouver I was a homeless helpless hopeless,. Man I was in an abandoned hotel just outside the gastown Then I was usually Using heroin And wine. I have just done a hit And I was drinking wine I could barely walk. When I collapsed it was on my back Choking on my vomit I couldn't move I thought I was going to die right there A friend that I had been travelling with Turn me on my side And shove my backpack against me so I wouldn't roll over back on my back This guy save my life This was an act of mercy.

As I was lying there I pray to God or whoever else you want to call it him whatever it doesn't matter I was relying on a higher power I prayed that if you got me about Out of this I will never do it again. A miracle happened and survive the night I never saw that guy again. And for the next 3 months I was in severe withdraw I didn't go for treatment I didn't use any Methadone I was clean for speed months Anyway when I woke up in the morning I found myself in Vancouver general hospital. That's where I dried out. That was clean But I wasn't clear Even though Add promised that it would never use heroin again I kicked it I made it back to Ontario I wanna came back I was homeless I started using speed Nevertheless I hit bottom jagain.... It took me I had a brush with death again. I tried to move Home. My mother called the police I wasn't arrested That was taken back to Scarborough general. A hard time kicking speed I was getting over confident Saying To myself Hey I Kicked junk and speed I thought I was clear... But that was bullshit I was kidding myself I started drinking again heavily And using crack Fuck wouldn't you know it I was on that shit again And I kept using it When to rehab. I was newly married With my daughter on our way Although I was on drugs I managed to keep my family together. But that didn't last long because I was stealing and I was using it was seething That all montre came back to me kill the pain at all cost It was in After my son was born My wife Sophie got really sick I couldn't look after her and my kids to the children's aid was called I was forced to go into rehab 1st I was detox which was hell maybe you know the place on talking about It's called hell Trying to make some money And I rob somebody and it assaulted them I spent the next 18 months under house arrest My little brother had to give me a note just to go To my meetings in the hospital nowhere else was I allowed to go outside I was lucky my brother had a An apartment close to the hospital.... My brother is my best friend. I finally surrendered When I met My Hire power his name was Paul Hyman I will never forget him... You told me that quitting drugs is Easy I got pissed off so you kidding me He said no he said The Secret is not to take the 1st one It's easy to refuse the 1st one even if it 's free And this became my new montra He told me a little bit about his story And I had thought I bottom this guy had been through hell as well but he recovered I finally got clean in 2007. It didn't take long for me to save up enough money for something I've been waiting for for 20 years I bought a nice motorcycle it didn't take me long to realise it all started again But this time I was clean I want to meetings they should go to 90 meetings in 90 days while I went To 2 meetings every dayI was doing very well when I was asked to stand up and tell my storyThis is the story I said to themNo I am telling youI loveYour motherAnd thought about her oftenAnd because I love her I love you tooMaybe you have a hard life maybeThat this is the end of itBut that's my storyAnd I'm sticking to it. And you know I have faith that you can do this to no matter

[witch-hazels-musings]

nightmares

Includes: Childe, Albedo, Xiao

Warnings -> STRONG emotional images (panic attack, spectral hands grasping at character, feeling of overwhelming fear and dread) -> leads to comfort

Synopsis: Nightmares plague the characters sleep and they wake up startled - the reader comforts them 

I’m a SUCKER for painful things man - I want to put them through hell just to pull them back up again ... 

Anthology

Childe

He was drowning, suffocating by the thousands of hands pulling him deeper into the terrifying darkness he ran from. Their nails dug into his skin, pulling it back to reveal the horrors laying underneath. The thousands of vile acts he had done in service of the Tsaritsa, for the Fatui, now pouring from him and feeding the hunger of the hands, urging them to dig deeper into him until there was nothing left. 

He reached out toward the distant light, gasping and desperate. 

Childe...

The light called to him, speaking his name as if he were worth more than being a simple tool, a means to an end. The dirty hands grabbed at his face, he struggled with every ounce of his strength to get away. The fear of seeing what lay beyond the reach of the light spurring his determination. He screamed and nothing came out, instead his mouth filled with bloody fingers. 

Childe violently awoke, lurching forward with incredible force and urgency. He was drenched in sweat and fiercely forced air into his lungs. When he felt a hand on his arm he jerked away stumbling from the bed in heartbreaking distress. 

“Childe …” he heard your voice, saw your hand reaching out to him, saw how you looked at him as if he were some wild animal: fearfully.  “It’s me … do you see me.” he watched as you moved the sheets from your legs. “You’re safe, it’s okay.” you moved toward the edge of the bed, “Put the knife down.” He looked down into his hand and saw he was gripping onto the knife which he kept in the nightstand. His fingers wrapped so tightly around it that they had turned a painful shade of white. 

The beating of his heart continued to race even as he straightened himself out, even as he rubbed the sweat from his forehead. 

“I’m okay …” he spoke the words more to himself than to you, like a montra he recited every day. I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay. 

He heard the bed creak and, returning his attention to you, he saw you making your way toward him, hands open in an attempt to show him you didn’t mean any harm. 

“Is it okay? Can I come to you?” the words are covered in honey, and he knew you were trying to cover up the hesitation of your steps. He placed the knife on the windowsill and nodded, making sure you knew he wouldn’t hurt you. 

The feeling of your arms wrapping around him was akin to a drug. You provided him with comfort he’d never known, the sensation of your face resting against his chest, he reveled in it. Your voice had this magical power of reaching him no matter where he was, or what he was. 

“Your heart is beating so fast. That must have been one intense dream.” your lips connect with the space over his beating heart. 

“You can’t imagine,” he breathes into your hair, resting his face in it’s wild locks. He lets your scent fill him up, and this connection helps to calm him. 

“Do you want to tell me about it?” you shift your head making him lift his own, you stare at one another in the moonlit room before he finally answers your question. 

“I don’t want to make my fears your own,” he places a kiss on your forehead. 

“I’m pretty tough, I can handle it.” you squeeze your arms around him in a playful manner which elicited a chuckle from Childe. “But, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I’ll always listen, if you ever change your mind.” 

His heart rate slowed, thanks to the proximity of your own giving it the ability to match it’s pace. 

“Thanks,” He scooped you up and led you back to the bed, and once you got settled in between the sheets he slid down to rest his head against your chest. There he was able to drift back into a peaceful sleep by the rhythmic thumping of your heart and the movement of your fingers in his hair. 

Albedo

There was a long hallway, incredibly long, unending. His footsteps echoed off the walls and when he glanced upward he couldn’t find the ceiling. A child was laughing further down the passage, and he followed after it until he reached a blinding light, without hesitation he stepped through it. 

On the other side was a bustling city filled with laughing citizens weaving between one another, going about their day under the warmth of the sun. As he walked through the streets, he noted how the citizens didn’t seem to mind him. A woman stumbled before him and he reached out his hand to help her, when she turned to thank him her face contorted into uncomfortable, inhumane shapes. She screamed causing Albedo to stumble backwards and, in unison, every citizen stared at him, their mouths open, screaming. Their voices culminated into an unholy sound which unraveled his soul. 

Suddenly, shackles appeared around his wrists, his ankles, his neck. Their icy touch seeping into his skin. When he touched them the screaming only grew louder which caused him to cover his ears, tears falling from his eyes onto the stones below, which were now covered in snow. He looked up and saw burning buildings. Screaming families desperately trying to hold onto their children as the walls crumbled around them. He looked onward, and without warning the ground beneath him opened up and swallowed him whole. 

Albedo, in a hysterical fit, pushed himself off of his chest and onto his knees. His arms extended to keep him from the mattress and he watched how it became damp from the sweat dripping off of him. His heart was beating way too fast, he couldn’t breath, his chest felt tight and it began to make him panic. 

“Albedo?” a voice called to him, but the beating in his ears made it impossible to hear. He felt a hand slide along his back and it caused him to sit up suddenly, smacking the hand away from him. When his eyes saw you in the darkness he wondered what face he must be making based on the way you looked at him. 

“Albedo …” you called again. He grasped at his chest hoping he could find a way to pull the invisible weight off of him. His breathing still erratic. “Hey, look at me.” you told him, and when he looked at you he saw you were now sitting closer to him, your hand extended to his chest. The warmth of your fingers broke through the chill smothering his body and he watched as you pulled his hand to your chest. 

“Do you feel my heartbeat? Feel my breathing.” and he did. The even in and out of your chest, the steady thump of your heartbeat. He felt them. “That’s it, match my rhythm.” You placed your other hand on his shoulder, which provided him another way to ground himself. The images started to fade from his mind and were replaced by the outline of your frame, illuminated by the soft light from the bedside table. 

You looked at him and gave him a warm smile. “Keep breathing, I’m here.” You stroke his face and that’s when he learns he had been crying. He pressed his face into your palm, breathing in the sweet smell of your skin. “I’m here, and I’ll be here until you’re ready to sleep again.” 

You stayed with him even as the sun started to fill your room and birds chirped out morning salutations. 

Xiao 

An epic battle raged around him, the sounds of victorious and pained screams mixing with the clashing of swords and heavy claymores. He was running quickly through the mass of bodies thrusting and flying through the air. His mind focused and clear, it had to be if they were expected to win. 

To his left he saw the flash of red fabric, to his right he heard the booming voice of another and when he found the source he smiled to himself. It seemed that even through all of this the yaksha’s were able to relish and live. He felt his heart move at their elegant movements, how they used the strength of one another to quell the mania of the world. Xiao continued to run, his movements turning into a blur at the speed. In fact, he ran so fast that time seemed to move with him until he came skidding to a stop in an open field. 

He looked behind him confused as to how he got here, wondering if he had passed through some portal or door. He was alerted to a shriek and turned forward only to feel a sharp stabbing sensation pierce his chest. It propelled him backwards and as he fell, red strings claimed him. They wrapped around him, completely enveloping him and held him suspended. Again, there was a shriek. He turned his head and wished that he hadn’t. He saw the face of his kin pleading and begging to another before being struck down violently. Their body ripping in half before him. The yaksha decorated in purple garments turned and with a great thrust of their weapon impaled another. Xiao watched as their body, bathed in blue light, went limp and with the flick of the wrist were tossed into oblivion. 

Xiao writhed and pulled at the strings capturing his limbs, he spat and yelled but couldn’t escape. His head shook violently, unable to deal with the scene in front of him, and unable to do anything to stop it. He closed his eyes letting his angry tears drop into the black water slowly rising over his body. 

“Xiao,” a voice called out and when he opened his eyes he saw the dangling bodies of his yaksha family impaled against the nothingness which drowned him. 

He awoke in a fit. He felt the scream spill from his throat as he lurched upward. Around him things began to fall to the floor, toppling back to the ground as if a huge gust of wind had picked everything up all at once. Before his eyes a piece of paper fluttered past him before slipping under the trunk next to the window. Something touched his shoulder and in a second he had the perpetrator in a tight hold, one hand viciously wrapped around their wrist and the other gripping onto an arm. 

“It’s me, it’s me!” his eyes were clouded, but he knew the voice. “Come back … it’s me.” The breath in his lungs was hot, almost as if he had been standing next to an active volcano. His mouth was heaving in an attempt to grasp back to reality, to still his overworked mind. The sound of humming filled the room, it’s soft, slow tone pulling him in. He focused on it, taking the tune in as if it were a lifeline, the only light in the dark space which surrounded him.  After a bit, his eyesight began to clear and when he saw you, eyes closed humming to him, and his hand digging into your wrist he quickly let go.  

“You’re back,” you whisper, sending him a soft, ‘i’m relieved’ smile. 

He crawled off of the bed and made his way to the window, desperately in need for some fresh air, and an escape. 

“Whatever you saw in your dream, must have been very frightening.” your voice stilled his movements. “I’ll be here when you decide to come back,” he looks back at you, your legs crossed, hands resting in the blanket. The moonlight illuminates the space there, casting white shadows along your chest and face. You look like an ethereal being in this moment, and there is a call in his chest to return to you. 

His heart is still so heavy, and even though his breath has returned to a normal state, buzzing energy continues running through his veins. He looks at your wrist and can see a bruise beginning to form. He can’t risk letting his energy out with you near him, it’s too dangerous. Even though he feels the stab in his chest, he slips out the window and into the night sky. 

In the morning when you wake up you find qingxin flowers resting on the table next to the bed. You lift them and inhale their scent. 

“How did you sleep?” you turn to see Xiao perched in the window, his eyes downcast. 

“Alright,” you sniff the flowers again, “you came back.” 

He huffs at you and looks back out the window. His back resting against the windowsill, one leg bent so he can rest his arm on it, the other dangling over the edge. Sliding out of the bed you make your way over to him, taking up the space at his side. He looks at you and you can see he is looking at the bruise on your wrist. Placing his head in his palm he reaches down and grabs onto your wrist with the other. His fingers brush over the darkening skin. 

“Welcome back.” you whisper into the wind. 

[bts-trash-blog]

Too Sweet~Jungkook

Day 25 Of Kinkmas Rope Bunny

Pairing: Sub!Jungkook x Fem!reader

Wanring: Pegging, mommy kin, bondage 

An: LAST DAY took my long af, also this is  kinda like a sqeal to my first ever sub!idol story on here, Sweets. I hope you like it.

PREV....

Ever since that day, where he had gotten all dressed up for you he had gotten a liking walking around in panties and a one of his large hoodies.  He enjoyed the feeling of them, how tight they were around his cock, he also had been looking into different kinks of his since that night.  He had proclaimed himself to be a rope bunny, it was after he saw this bunny plush on tiktok. His eyes were bright when he saw it, he was in your lap, sweater paws wrapped around his phone as your chin rested on his shoulder You watched as he got out of the app and right to google, ordering one. It was black and white, the ears were each over a foot long, he had even bought a bunny tail buttplug, bunny ears and necklaces that said bun on it. All while sitting in your lap. It had made you growl in his ear and toss him onto the couch.

When they arrived, it happened to be around your birthday so he had surprised you, ears, tail  and collar on, and his hands were tied with the bunny ears, his crotch grinding against it when you walked in. From that day on he loved his arms being bound, his thighs burning from the way they were tied apart.

So it was no surprise he wanted to surprise you on Christmas.

He had been learning,teaching himself to tie knots, to tie himself up. Though he needed help, and though it was embarrassing he knew he could reach out to his best friend. Jimin. He knew Jimin was also a fairly submissive person in the bedroom, so he knew though the teasing would be light, there would be no disguest. So here he is, body bent on  his knees cafes and thighs tied together with pastel pink rope that then tied up and around his waist. His hair falling in his eyes, his upper arms tied to his chest, and his bunny had his wrist tied. He was practically imboile as Jimin stepped back and smirked at his friend.

“If she doesn’t jump your bones and fuck you till your dead then I will.” Jungkook let out a whine, his cock hardening agasint his lace pnaties as Jimin chuckles and gabs the bow, pressing it to  the top of his head. His ears on the top of his head slightly fell, making Jimin chuckle as Jungkooked sighed.

“Think she’ll like it?”

“I think she’ll love it, but I think she’ll be pissed you let me see you like this.” his words had Jungkooks face turning to a bright red as Jimin said his goodbyes, as you walked in Jimin was walking out. Your head tilted to the side as Jimin sweaked and rushed out.

“What the fu-” You shake your head, taking a deep breath walking in you call for your boyfriend, hearing his panic yelp making you rush to he he was on his side, eyes wide as he looks up at you. “Why the fuck was Jimin her when you are li-did he help woyu?”

“I’m your christmas present.”He mumbled sheepishly, feeling vulnerable, having fallen over and not being able to get back up, mobility completely gone as he watched you move forward.

“I could’ve helped wrap you..you’re too sweet baby.” You mumble body trailing further into your bedroom, finger running across his cheek as you let out a laugh. “But you let Jimin do this to you, see you like this?”

“I’m sorry Y/n.”

“Not my name.” You growled, hands running through his hair, hand pulling a clump of hair, the bow falling off along with the ears making him whine. You growled again at his cheek as you nipped at his skin making him whine as you tugged harder.

“I’m sorry mommy, so sorry bunny is sorry.” his words were like a montra, his eyes watering as you moved away to your side table, he could move and see you, grabbing your strap pulling your pants off and putting it on and a bottle of lube caught your eye that was already on the bed. He felt you climb on the bed behind him, he felt your hands on him as you siddly pulled the lace down around his cheeks, spreading them You saw the slick of lube already around his hole making you growl, hand moving to spack against him as he felt you move him closer to you. The feeling of the bulbous head of his favorite cock of your had him whining as you slap his thigh making him jolt.

“What did Jimin finger fuck you open too?”you mumbled making him shake his head, you hand moving the silicon cock to rub against his opening. Hearing him let out a gasp when you had trusted your strap into him, crying out in pain mixed with pleasure as you saw him shake his head again as you let out a laugh.”What? You not answer must mean Jimin fucked you open.”

“No. No bunny only lets mommy touch his hole. Only mommy and my fingers.”

“Sure..you're too sweet for me...so you got all sweet on Jimin.” You grumbled, deeply fucking in to him, his body still on his side, his cock being jutted into the plush his hands were still hanging onto.His eyes watering as one of yourhands girrped his thigh the other spreading his cheeks apart, moving faster and faster as he let out a cry when you slapped his thigh with. The feeling of the rope around him, burning at his skin had him craving more.

“No.”

“Maybe I should call him back heer, let him fuck you.” Your words had him trying to catch his breath, as you saw him shake his head, rapidly. “Huh? He could fuck your hole realy good, maybe I could fuck him open while he fucks you.” Something in him snapped, as he let out a cry, especially when you thrusted the full strap into him.

“NO. No, no only mommy. Only bunny. Mommy only fucks bunny.” His words had you pausing as you pulled your strap out making him let out a sob as you moved him around. His eyes were full of tears as you moved him from his side, onto his back, though the way they had tied his legs made it impossible to keep his back on the bed. You shook your head, and lifted them off of the bed bending his body in half, lucky you could still reach him this way, the bunny plush now resting on his cock.

“Possessive bunny?” You wondered out loud, making him sniffle and nod as you awkwardly shifted him around so you could slip your strap into his hole. His head rolls back as you move the head into and out of him, again and again.”Then how do you think I feel that my bunny had someone else wrap him up? Have someone else see you like this.” Your words were soft as he sniffled and looked at you.

“I’m sorry, so sorry mommy.” He said again and again as you did slow shallow thrust, again and again making him whimper with each one.

“Only my sweets, you are mine.”

[storytimewithcort]

Waking Up

Waking Up

Fandom: The Outer Words

Basic Summary: Max wakes up after the first night he and his Captain sleep together and ruminates about the sky, destiny, and his Captain of course. 

Pairing: Vicar Max x Fem reader/OC

Warnings: Kisses need to be warned? a bit of cuddling, implication of additional smut. They are totally naked the whole story, but they’re covered up. I just want to acknowledge it. 😃

 A/n: I have been determined to finish a story, I have so many WIPs it’s embarrassing. I haven’t been able to finish a story in forever. I sat down to write something else and then word vomited this story instead. I like it, but it isn’t at all how I expected it to go. The Captain’s name is Ceony. I love her.

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Max awoke that morning much like every other morning on the Unreliable. He always seemed to wake up facing the window in his quarters. He rather enjoyed the beauty of it.  Most mornings he marveled at the dark, infinite space beyond the window. The floating rocks that seemed undisturbed by the inky vacuum of space, or the vast colors and cosmic rainbows of nearby planets’ atmospheres. He felt like a small speck adrift in the emptiness. It was so frighteningly beautiful, yet comforting, in its infinity. 

This morning however quickly proved to be quite different. As he moved to roll over, he found something blocking him. There was another person in his bed spooning up to his back. 

Ah yes. The captain, he remembered. Last night was quite...unexpected, but not unwanted. In fact, in the moment, there was nothing in all the galaxies he wanted more. He recalled how she looked at him and whispered, "Are you sure?" Her lips were slightly chapped from Monarch's dry air, hair both matted and stuck up after removing her helmet. A large but faded bruise span across her left shoulder to the base of her neck from a mantiqueen that was just a second faster than her dodge, and a small acid burn scar sat just above the low neckline of her tank top. She looked an absolute mess, and yet, the single most beautiful person he'd ever seen. "Yes. Absolutely." Was all he said and she was in his arms immediately.

He could barely believe it even happened. If she wasn't still sleeping in his bed, he'd have a hard time accepting he just slept with his captain. Ceony was essentially his boss. He hadn't thought himself the type of man to break such a social taboo. 'Your employer' had to be on every list of people you should not have sex with. And yet, he realized, it didn't feel taboo at all. It felt…natural, it felt right, it felt...destined. 

However, he didn't believe in destiny anymore. The Plan was a fallacy. And certainly if it was real, it wouldn't allow him such a wonderful woman in his bed. His sins were too high.

Still, she was in his bed. She was sleeping soundly, pressed as close to his back as she could manage, with one arm wrapped around his waist. He smiled at the idea that maybe she slept more soundly by his side. His first few mornings on the Unreliable were met with Ceony complaining how she couldn't seem to sleep well since being thawed out. If spooning him gave her some amount of needed relaxation he was honored to provide for her. The little noises she made in her sleep were more than enough payment. 

Max didn't want to disturb her, but he pushed her away enough to roll over and face her. She mumbled softly before snuggling up to him again. He couldn't stop the surge of adoration he felt seeing how snuggly she was. He knew she was a soft heart beneath the rough exterior, but a cuddler? That surprised him for a moment, until he remembered how long she'd been without physical comforts. Even if she was asleep for those seventy odd years, her body must have registered the loneliness of being locked away for so long. Lucky for her, he found himself in a rather indulgent mood. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head gently. He was content to lay here with her for as long as possible. 

Long as possible, it turns out, was a very short amount of time. 

Three knocks rattled his door. "Good morning Mr. Max, uh...I hope I'm not waking you." Parvati called out, soundly slightly unsure if she should have knocked at all. As far as Max was concerned, she shouldn't have. 

"What is it Miss Holcomb?" Wincing at how loud his voice was so close to his sleeping captain. 

"Well, have you seen the Captain? She said she'd go into Byzantium with me this morning and I can't seem to find her." He could practically hear Parvati twisting her hands nervously. "Oh she didn't go out without me did she?" 

He glanced down to Ceony, debating internally if he should wake her, but it wasn't needed. Her eyes were open and she was looking up at him. "Good morning Max." she whispered. 

"Good morning Captain" he responded in a quieter version of how he greeted her every morning. He felt his heart thud loudly when she smiled so sweetly at him in return. "Should I let miss Holcomb know you're here?"  

She does not answer, per say, instead leaning toward to kiss him softly. Her kiss was so tentative that he found himself wanting to reassure her. As she pulled back from the kiss he surged back to her, reconnecting their lips. He smiled against her lips as he weaved a hand through her hair. He held her to him hoping this caress would relay all of his blossoming feelings for her. After a moment Ceony hummed into the kiss, her confidence blooming and she deepened the kiss and moved even closer to intertwine their legs. Their kiss felt like a conversation all it's own. 

Perhaps this was her way of answering his question with a question of her own. The tentative, will he kiss me back? Does he want me still? Are we a couple or will we never speak of this again? 

So of course he answered with his own kiss, I'll kiss you as much as you like, I might just want you every day for the rest of my life, I'll tell if you tell. 

Parting from her, even to breathe, was a travesty, but it was worth it when Ceony called out, "Hey, P! I'm so sorry I'm running late. I had a late night here with Max. How about I meet you by ADA in fifteen minutes, alright?" He couldn't explain the amount of pride that flowed through him as she snuggled back to him. Kissing his collar bone contentedly, "Guess you got yourself a girlfriend, Maximilian. Want to celebrate with a quickie?" 

He's pretty certain that Parvati tripped over her words in shock as she agreed to the Captain's request. However, he didn't pay any attention. He was far too busy pulling Ceony back to his lips. He rolled them both over so he was laying over her. How convenient they were both still naked. They didn't have much time after all. 

Max always had thought the infinite darkness of space was beautiful. He's convinced now that the most beautiful entity in the galaxy is his Captain as she writhes beneath him panting his name like a montra, her legs hooked around his hips, her finger rubbing herself as he slides so perfectly in and out of her with a passion he hadn't thought himself capable of. But Ceony had always had a magical way of pushing him past his perceived limits. And Law, he was forever thankful for that. For her. 

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Thanks!

[plutosmut]

[12:45 am]

warnings: hand kink, clit play, cockwarming, dom!iida, finger sucking, cumming on homework, fake concern, small amount of degradation.

the loud ringing that seemed to never end woke the ravenette out of his sleep. it was way past midnight and any sane person would know not to bother him as he got his full eight hours. "y/n." he announced, he rubbed the squint out of his eyes. now he knew, you weren't sane. "you have reached the phone of tenya iida, state your purpose for disturbing my sleep." he questioned, the deepness of his sleepy voice sending a chill straight to your core. "hi iida, i just...okay.. listen" you stuttered through your sentence. as much as the buff boy loved you he would not lose sleep over you, his thumb hovered over the end call button, well until you started speaking again. "iida i really need help! i cant seem to focus on my hero history and i wanna get a good grade." as class representative for the third year class, he couldnt just let his fellow student fail a course she struggled in. "ill be there in five(5) minutes." with that he hung up the phone, throwing on a more appropriate outfit of sweatpants and dark green shirt he found perfectly ironed. you waited for iidas five minutes, head stuck deep in your textbook as you tried not to zone out again, your mind filled with the thoughts of what you would beg your boyfriend to do to you. a knock at your door signaled to you that your big buff boyfriend had arrived. curling your fingers in the direction of your door, the mahogany wood swung open, iida standing their looking extremely tired and extremely sexy all at once. "i forget you can do that" he mutters to himself as he walks in, his eyes scanning the walls of the numerous pictures of you both together making memories. you stood up to greet him with a chaste kiss, though you knew you wanted to do something more sinful. "now what do you need help with?" he stood right beside you, strong arms leaning on the desk as he looked over your work so far. while your boyfriend explained whatever was on your page in great detail, the only thing that seemed to be in your head was the thought of him railing you. "y/n, you aren't listening." he sighed and walked behind you. "hehe, caught in the act huh?" you giggled nervously, if there was one thing iida never played about, it was education. "thats a punishable offense my doll." he groaned, his muscular hands reached up to take off his glasses, you knew what was about to come next. to be honest, it excited you.

four orgasms. so far youve had four orgasms from his hands alone. you were glued to iida's lap, his thick length inside of you, moving against your walls as he fucked up into you. "please~" you moaned hoping the male would take pity on you. "whats wrong princess? does it feel too good for you? hmm?" he questioned in your ear, you nodded. your words were slurred and slurped because of iida's long fingers embetted deep in your mouth, your tongue swirling around them obediently.

"you're like a bitch in heat! how did a study session turn into this?" iida groaned, his hips began to stutter. the feeling was the best thing youve ever experienced. "god iida" iida's name fell from your lips in such a montra that even he memorized. "you feel so great." iida held your hips close before letting himself inside you. his left hand exited your mouth, your drool soaked his fingers, his right hand made its way away from your clit and rested itself on your hips.

taking a few moments to collect yourself and your thoughts, you sighed. "whats the matter my love?" iida questioned as he slowly lifted you off of him. "nothing, its just, now my papers are all messy." you looked at the strewn papers, all covered in one fluid or another. "thats okay, we have all night to make sure you get those notes right." he licked the shell of your ear.

tonight was going to be a long study session, and you were ready.

[trashdeviant]

Chapter 1

Venom/Eddie x Reader

Tw: cussing, violence

Another round clocks you in the jaw; the rebound keeping you from darting out of the way of the following blow. The crowd roars in suspense, but not loud enough to drown out the pumping of your heart beating in your ears. You shake your head at the bleat of a bell that signals the end of this round before your opponent could crack your skull open. Bloodied spit shoots out the side of your mouth as you return to your corner.

“Get to your corner!” The referee waves his arm dismissively at the mass glaring you down.

You had plenty of bulk, but they looked like a mountain compared to you. There was a split in your eyebrow you hadn’t noticed before. Cold hands shove a bottle of water into yours. The condensation wets your palms and drips down your face as you desperately down the freezing beverage in an attempt to cool yourself off. There’s another split down the middle of your bottom lips. The stinging only amplified your adrenaline.

You hadn’t realized your brother had been talking to you until he lightly smacks the side of your head. You turn to him, almost dazed.

“Look, boss, it ain’t even that much! When they take you down, just stay down. You hear me? Aye! Aye, boss!” That wasn’t what you were looking to hear. You had already turned back to the middle of the ring. He sounds his frustration behind you before he snatches the empty bottle out of the way.

You finally begin to control your breathing when the bell rings once more. The both of you raise fists and circle each other. Your hands shoot out to reach for them as you lunge hesitantly. Just as you had predicted they were quick to react to your flawed grapple. As they tangle with you-their arms over yours-you raise your knee to push them back. Your hands gripped on the back of their neck with a vice as you rinse and repeat. You can feel them struggle against your grip as you give their nose one last thrust of your knee before you let them push you back.

A shot that lucky wont come as easily next time. You put your hands back up and await their retaliation. The light almost blinds you as they swing at you. Their ponytail flicks at your face as you dodge and pass them. Their other arm swings behind them and catches you on the cheek. Hard.

That was going to leave one hell of a bruise. They quickly come back with another wild swing and all you can do is block your face as they begin to corner you. You could barely hear the voice behind you scream your name to go down. They take the advantage to connect their fist to your stomach. It almost encourages you to double over, but you hold your breath. It was all or nothing.

You surprise them with a swing of your own. Despite their heat unrelenting you manage to find an opening. Suddenly your positions were reversed. Your blood pumping and your fists flaring, you kept your pattern. ‘Boom-boom-Pop!’ you kept repeating to yourself. A mental montra you drilled into your head for years. They were beginning to grow tired if their curling figure was of any indication. You managed one last uppercut that sends them spiraling to the ground as the bell signals your victory. Dopamine never felt so good. You take in the moment as you watch your opponent tire out on the ground and listen to the audience both cheer for you and scream in disagreement. You could see your brother lose it in the crowd...

“You stubborn ass-”

“Shut up and give me my winnings, Raffie.” He only scoffs and slaps a hefty wad into your palm. You smile to yourself as you feel it and quickly count out a good amount and then some.

Rafael cackles at your pleased expression, “Heh, feel that? Legit thought you were done for. You already looked dead tired.”

“Ha, when you fight someone like that–you can’t get tired.” you joked dryly as you two swayed into the night outside of the building. Adjusting your hoodie you feel him playfully punch at your shoulder. “For real though,” he looks at you casually, “you should learn when to fuckin’ quit. Each fight so far has been bigger than the last one.”

You could only squint at him, your lips tugged in a smirk, “Aren’t you the one getting me these g-”

“Shh!” He smiles a little, embarrassed, and pushes at you. You retaliate by ruffling his curly hair and laugh along with him.

Nights after a fight were usually like this. You, being pretty banged up, and your brother pretending he’s stern when he tells you to be careful. It was refreshing. Although he wasn’t blood related. You two had met in highschool when you were quite the handful. You felt a little guilty dragging him into this kind of business, but he insisted. It paid plenty for rent and although you could never find yourself getting used to the nausea it came with, you somehow enjoyed fighting.

“Damn, boss,” a nickname that manifested easily with your attitude, “Want to go buy some ice for that real quick?”

You were out of ice, but would rather be planting face-first into your mattress right about now, “Nah, pretty sure we got some peas in the freezer.” It was incredibly dark out and the fact that he could see the redness beginning to swell, it spiked a bit of your insecurity. You shook it off and made it to your apartment complex.

Entering your room felt like ecstasy for the soul. Rafael had already passed you to grab the peas as you toed off your shoes and got comfortable on the couch. That meant sweats and no top. You hold your hand out as a chilled bag is placed in your grasp from behind you. After wrapping it with your hoodie you gently place it against your cheek, wincing in discomfort. Raf is kind enough to turn the TV on for you as you put your legs up on half of the couch with your feet tucked under a blanket. Your kin just about to make himself comfortable-

You give your brother a pitiful look, “Raffie can you go microwave me some pizza?”

He sighs and hangs his head before lazily dragging himself to the fridge. A smirk tugs at your lips again, “Aye, why are you tired? I’m the one fighting!” An exaggerated groan is your only response. You chuckle at the fact that he wouldn’t dare deny your right to leftover pizza before you return your attention to the screen.

“-Four bodies were found in an alley. The heads have yet to be discovered as this appears to be yet another victim of the Demon of San Francisco, Ven-”

“Bah…” You flicked through the channels before landing on some wildly inappropriate cartoon.

Venom made both you and your brother nervous. It didn’t take a genius to see the pattern he had. He searched for those who do bad deeds. To some goody-two-shoes it would appear that he had it out for just anyone, but you knew those who were actually in danger. You feared that you were one of them with how you and your brother were involved in an underground fight club. The only hope you both clinged to was the fact that gambling was harmless. Mostly.

The scent of cheesy jalapenos and meat wafted your senses and successfully interrupted your thoughts. You greedily take a bite simultaneously with Raf. You were full of regret one minute in. Your busted lip was searing! You muffle a complaint before dropping the peas and booking it to the sink to cool off your lip.

You whine as you could hear Raf laugh at you from the living room. Your middle finger flashes him before you rush to the fridge to drown your mouth in milk straight from the gallon.

He was almost hysterical, “No hay vaso!?”

Your eyes roll as you finally cool down. Once you return and push your plate towards him you notice something. Both plates only had one pizza. He usually ate two. That bastard.

“You-”, you smack him upside the head. Your glare could turn a man to stone. Unfortunately, he only seemed to laugh in the face of death.

You make a dramatic show of retreating to your room as he eats. Living with him taught you that he would make it up to you in the morning so you weren’t terribly pissed off.

The moment your face hits the pillow, sleep cushions your fall...

Sweat beads down your throat. You were at the height of your capabilities and it felt victorious. Your audience chanting your name and your opposer struggling to get back up. There wasn’t a scratch on you either. This high was absolutely addicting and you couldn’t help yourself. You leaned against the ropes and rose to boast and flex-the crowd going wild. Just as you were asking for more out of the audience there was a gut wrenching pull that brought you back to the middle of the stage.

The lights were suddenly blinding and your opponent looked more fierce than usual. Eyes dark and mouth seething. There was a thin layer muffling the sound of the crowd. Something wasn’t right…

Everything was warped and the corners of your vision were dark. Despite everything feeling slower, your heart was panicking. You duck when the hulking silhouette swings at you and immediately put your fists up, trying to keep your head in the game-or keep your head in general.

It was more of a game of cat and mouse. You kept focusing on dodging and keeping a distance. There was no way in hell you were going to get them beneath you. It was almost like they were growing by the second. You shook your head and tried at throwing a punch at their stomach. Now something definitely wasn’t right. Your arms felt heavy with each hit. It was suffocating and felt like you were being drawn in.

Your opponent had made zero effort to block your punches. The crowd was still muffled, but grew louder. Things were getting darker and darker. The figure in front of you began to grow just as dark before you saw nothing but the white of its eyes as they morphed into something else. It narrowed at you and all you could do was watch as its stomach engulfed your fist.

Something was opening and suddenly there was pain in your stomach that felt closer to the ache of fear. You were being pulled into what felt like your death. Your breathing all but disappeared and your heart was a screaming mess. This was it-this was your last fight-nowhere to run-

Your name brings you crashing to the surface. You’re damn near hyperventilating, but you were just thankful to be able to breathe again. Everything was still dark, but you slowly recognized it as your room.

“Y-you’re in your room, boss-it’s me Rafael...”

You turned to Raf holding his aching nose with one hand while the other was held out to you defensively. He watched your eyes dart left and right as you took your time to calm down. Your body was shaking and sticky from sweat.

“A nightmare…” He tried his best to bring you back from those. You shook your head and grabbed his hand to anchor yourself. “I’m sorry.”, it was what you could muster for now. Apparently your mouth sounded as dry as it felt considering Raf released a hand from his undamaged nose to pass you his half empty bottle of water.

Finishing the bottle, you toss it randomly in the distance. Raf was always awkward at this point and it showed.

“Hungry?” your head motioned ‘no’.

“...TV?” You take a moment, but decide you would rather watch something than try to go back to sleep.

With that he grabs some pain meds from the nightstand and another water bottle before he walks you to the living room to cuddle and enjoy a show or two.

Unfortunately he passes out in the middle of an episode, but you can’t find it in yourself to complain. Quietly, you shimmy out from his tight hold and make your way to the bathroom.

Your sticky body makes you grimace. With how tired you were it was almost a challenge to get everything off. Regardless you make it to the valve of the shower and trigger the showerhead. Heated water pours out and you carefully step in. You relished in the heat and almost doze off. But you got busy and cleansed yourself of your stench.

Half an hour later you were out and drying yourself off before putting on fresh clothing. Something casual considering it was already morning. You throw on some underwear, pants, a nerdy shirt, and your hoodie. Hiding your bruise was the least of your worries. People seemed to mind their own business whether or not you actually hid anything. You decided you would go out and grab some ice to kill time since you weren’t heading back to sleep anytime soon. Dressed and out the door, you put on some tunes on your phone. You tuck your earbuds into your ears and leave the building; heading to a nearby convenience store. The back of your mind is hopeful that Raf rubs your shoulders when you get back.

There was a dangerous moment where you almost walked into a pole, but you made it. Passing through the door you made an invaulatory map of the store. A group of teenages over by the snacks and a women by the coffee makers. You almost missed the brooding man by the freezers as you made your way towards the candy aisle. You grabbed a packet of gum before making your way towards the cashier.

“What?” It was a hushed tone, but your gaze followed the whisper towards the man staring down a bag of tater tots. Suddenly he turned to look at you, but naturally you turned away, whether you were embarrassed of staring or just scared of interaction with someone so sketchy.

You continued your travels, paying for both the gum and the ice. Currently you were struggling with your hold on the ice outside of the store. You winced when you tried to carry it as you usually did. Flashes of your previous fight reminded you that you were still very sore. Sighing, you considered walking back in to ask for a big bag to carry it in.

“Need some help there?” he sounded casual and yet nervous. It was the brooding man with the tater tots. Maybe he was tired.

You couldn’t really give a fuck if he was as dangerous as he looked, at the moment, you were just happy to get some help. You would be more worried if you didn’t know how to defend yourself. “Please?” A relieved sigh left you as he picked up the bag and held it over his shoulder with ease.

“Thanks uh-”

“Eddie.”

“Eddie.”, you mimic.

“And you are...?”, something in you stirred at that, but you ignored it and answered respectively with your name.

“I don’t live too far if that helps.” The least you could do was provide a bit of conversation. You made sure to leave an earbud out so you could hear him. “It’s no problem. I don’t live far either.” You nod in acknowledgement. A small moment of silence follows persistently.

“What’s with the bruise, if you don’t mind me asking?”, his voice makes you jump lightly; not expecting him to ask that question.

Damn, you pretty much forgot about that now that it only hurt to touch. You weren’t about to tell him your nightly activities. Skillfully, you lie through your teeth, “I’m real clumsy. Vertigo acts up out of nowhere sometimes.” you throw in an embarrassed chuckle for affect. Too busy patting yourself on the back you fail to see through his smile that masked how unconvinced he really was.

You eyed the exaggerated amount of tater tots and chocolate he had bought. It didn’t really match his figure. Instead of commenting you simply dig into your pocket and retrieve your pack of gum, pulling out a strip and unwrapping it, “Gum?”, you offered.

He shrugs and lets you feed it to him. His hands were occupied anyways. You smile playfully at the gesture and his awkwardness as he thanks you.

“Anytime.” You finally turn to him as you reach the apartment complex. You mentally groan at the fact that you were about to carry the ice up the stairs to your apartment. With your hands out to him, you gesture towards the ice, “I’m not about to make you go up the stairs with that thing, but thanks for the help, Eddie.”

“It really isn’t a problem, please, I insist.” Somehow that made you smile. You didn’t argue as you would be the same way.

“Any ideas how I could thank you?” If not you could probably throw him a fake ass ‘IOU’. Or maybe just offer him some breakfast.

There was a beat of silence where he made an expression you didn’t have time to read. “You hungry?” smooth.

As if on cue there was a smell seducing the hell out of your senses. Your brother was making french toast. “Yeah, I could eat.” you chuckled, knowing he could smell it too.

You make it to your room just after that and open the door; the aroma amplifying and the sound of sizzling makes your mouth water at the thought of bacon. You hold the door out to Eddie.

“My treat?” You joked as he beamed.

“How generous.”

He set the ice into the freezer and shimmied awkwardly into the scene where he was met with a confused curly-haired man with a spatula in one hand and a plate of food in the other. He appeared to be wearing nothing but boxers and a frilly apron. You were leaning against his shoulder innocently.

“Eddie, this is my brother, Rafael, Raf, this is Eddie.” Following that introduction, you snagged the plate and handed it to Eddie before gesturing to him to sit next to you on the couch in front of the TV. He complies and for a moment or two, the silence was painful. Raf tosses you some chocolate syrup, a small salt shaker of sugar-cinnamon and whipped cream that he threw blindly in the direction of the living room. You had to be quick to catch them, but had a horrifying second in which you had to catch the chocolate syrup from the top of Eddie’s head before it could land on his plate. You sigh an apology, however, Eddie just chuckles a little, surprised and impressed.

“So is bringing home random guys going to be a thing or…?” You could tell your shit-faced brother was smirking from the kitchen as he fixes your plate. Eddie huffs in amusement behind your bickering. You were just thankful that he could break the ice-pun intended.

You debated throwing a spoon at him, “Is you wearing my things going to be a thing or…?” you fired back before gawking at the plate in front of you. He snickers, “Looks better on me.” and belatedly joins you two with a bunch of french toast in his mouth. It appears the newcomer stole his plate regardless of being capable of making another one.

“So are you going to tell us more about yourself, Eddie.” despite his muffled voice, you sensed something suspicious about his question.

Setting down the chocolate syrup he just drowned his french toast in, he clears his throat, “I’m a journalist, I write articles for the-” Rafael burps shamelessly, “Daily Globe…” Eddie smiles, obviously trying to be polite. He takes a forkful of his breakfast as Raf opens his mouth again, “Oh you’re the guy that did the Eddie Brock show, huh?”

“The Eddie Brock Report, yeah,”, he corrects, “that was me.” Another forkful just a beat later.

“Thats cool-”, you tried to offer before your brother decided to butt in again, “-Yeah real cool. Didn’t that show get cancelled?” Eddie was visibly uncomfortable and evidently irritated which struck a chord with you.

Although it seemed like Eddie had plenty to say in response to that, you slam your hand on the table to take the attention off of him, “Hey, Raffie!” You gave him a quick stare that only the two of you could decipher as ‘We’re going to have a fucking talk later’. “Mind making me some more bacon, please?”

It was more of an excuse to keep him out of the conversation for the most part. Raf rolls his eyes before taking the hint. You took the moment to pat Eddie on the shoulder apologetically. He seemed to understand the gesture as he nods in acknowledgement.

With a defeated sigh you take a break from questions, “Cool jacket.” He looks down as if he forgot he even had it on.

“Thanks. Your hoodies nice.” He was totally just being nice. Your hoodie was ancient. You didn’t comment though, “Thanks, you’re too kind.”

“I aim to please.”

“Naturally. You lift or...?” You poke at the bulk in his bicep through the aforementioned jacket.

“Oh uh yeah,” He removes his jacket to smirk and bulge his arms beneath your touch, “Working out ‘s been helping me through somethings actually.”

Snorting, you remove your hoodie to flex the muscle you were hiding beneath the fabric.

“I kind of do too… in a way.” It was almost second nature for you to try to compete.

“Oh damn-”

“Bacon’s done, boss, I’m going to take a shit-”

‘Ever so charming…’

Raf swiftly abandons the kitchen leaving a concerned Eddie with an unamused kin. You hang your head. Just as you were getting to the flow of a conversation.

“Is he going to be alright?” There was something in his voice that sounded like concern, but closer to relief. You didn’t blame him as you were just the same.

“Yeah…” You look down at his empty plate and the pile of bacon you weren’t really going to eat.

With a wavering sigh, you gesture to the bacon, “Want the rest?”

You were already grabbing the tubbawear when he answered, “Sure…”

There was a selfish part of you that didn’t want to kick him out, but you compromised by taking a sharpie and writing your number on the side of the container with a small smiley face next to a subtle ‘text me’. Once you hand it to him he glances at the message on the tubbawear before looking back at you.

“You should probably head out. I’m really sorry about Raf, but uh,” you were suddenly nervous, “I hope we can try this again sometime…”

You just met the man, but the guilt decided that you should try to make it up to him anyways. That and maybe the fact that you’ve been in a bit of a dry spell and this man certainly looked appetizing. You mentally slap yourself.

He sent his gaze towards the direction Rafael had left before returning to meet your hopeful eyes. It seemed he was throwing you a bone, “Sure, I’d love to try this again. Maybe not here though…”

“Yeah, totally uh we’ll figure something out.” wow, could you have sounded any more awkward and desperate? Regardless, there was a snarky comment here and there before you actually got him out the door. You pressed your head against the door as guilt hit you like a truck. It almost made you want to scream. You try to calm yourself down before you go say something stupid to Raf.

Look, your face? Isn’t very pretty after that last fight. You’re still a little cut up and that bruise looks like near-death! Someone actually took a little interest in you this morning. Not to mention, he didn’t look too bad! Bed head, five o'clock shadow, and all! That jawline was something nobody could miss…

You doubt he would have been so nervous if a ‘certain someone’ hadn’t been there. Raf never usually acted like this anyways.

You sigh through your nose before pulling off your shirt and pushing yourself to face your unbearable brother. The heater was on in your room and with the conversation you were about to have, you were not in the mood to feel suffocated. When you see him he is face down on the bed, brooding. With a roll of your eyes, you sit next to him and pat his back. You try to sound sweet, but it comes out a little irritated, “Raffie?”

No answer.

“Want to talk about your little break down earlier?”

A muffled protest.

You groan, “Raf stop being a little girl…”, using whatever force you could muster, you push him onto his back to look at you. Much to your displeasure, your arms were still sore so you only managed to get him on his side. If not for the soreness you could certainly bench press him. Raf blinks at you with brown-hazel eyes in what you hope is guilt.

“Raf, please tell me why you freaked out on Eddie like that?” Your voice was tired, but seemed to finally get him to speak.

“You don’t even know him…” His eyes narrow.

“And you think you do? You never even watched his show. The hell did you embarrass me like that for?”

He scoffs.

“Is this about Jessie?”

Raf answers your suspicions when he avoids your gaze. You demonstrate your disappointment in a stern voice, “Raf, that shit was a long time ago. I’ve moved on from it and you shouldn’t even-”

“Yeah and I get that you won’t change your mind-I promise I fuckin do, but-”

“Do you really ‘cause I’m tired of you bringing it up.” It was practically hissed at him.

“Alright-alright you know what? It’s whatever at this point, right? I won’t bring it up anymore, but like I’m just sayin’ I’m tired of you being stubborn n’ shit when it shouldn’t even have to be a problem! And I mean I don’t want to drag you into things you don’t want to do, but I just feel like we could be like how we were back then when we were doing crazy shit together you ‘member? I miss that! We-”

“I don’t care about that shit anymore-I’m doing my own thing, Raf, you shouldn’t be caring this much about this anymore.”

“Yeah well you shouldn’t be wanting to fuck random motherfuckers off the stree-” Your hand stung and Rafael held the side of his head. You couldn’t tell apart any emotion that was flowing through him at this point.

“I’m old enough to make these decisions, Raf.”

“Sure don’t act like it.” That made your blood boil.

“Says the one crying like a little bitch the moment I want some closeness,” Rafael opens his mouth to speak, but you quickly shut him up, “Grow the fuck up cause I’m not about to stand here while you talk me down like I’m a fucking dumbass.” Your voice wavers in strength.

You refuse to give him the chance to respond to that, figuring the power in you was beginning to grow too sensitive by the second. As you leave the room you’re sure to slam the door shut. Before you could break you grab your hoodie and your phone off of the counter and rush out the door. Looking down at the notification made your chest sting, but managed to cheer you up enough to smile thankfully. It was an unknown number, but you knew who it was regardless.

[:Hey, holding up okay?]

A huff leaves your worn figure before you text back a small ‘yeah, what’s up?’ before adding him to your contacts and trugging out of the complex for a walk.

Maybe it would calm your nerves and distract you from feeling watched.

[highdollarroller]

Welcome Back

INVOLVED: Roller Husser, Jennifer Husser, Desna Simms, Polly Marks, & Annalise Zayas  LOCATION: D & D Salon; Sarasota, Florida TIME FRAME: - NOTES: Roller comes back to town, scoping out the business nearby the clinic and inadvertently Polly is arrested during his visit.

Roller stepped foot in D & D Nail Salon, which subsequently sat in the same plaza as Suncoast Clinic. He walked into the salon much like he owned it taking a look around at the staff, whistling softly at them. “Who open for a manicure?” he asked them as he stood in the doorway. 

Jennifer looked up hearing the chime of the door and she smirked seeing her brother-in-law stroll in. She got up from her chair chuckling lightly at the man and said “this is Bryce’s brother” hugging him gently to her side. “What are you doin’ here?” she asked amused. “When did you get back from Tallahassee?” 

Polly turned and smirked as a well muscled man entered the salon. “Well… well, we're all open sugar." She commented, the southern charmer accent strong in the red headed woman.  Eyes rolling over the man, she laid her hand on the flat of her check swishing her hips softly to invisible music. She moved forward and offered the not so unfamiliar stranger the back of her hand.  "I'm Polly. Enchanté." She said, dropping into the perfect curtsey. 

Desna chuckled as she  held her hair back away from her chest, allowing Quiet Ann to spritz her liberally with water. Her  laughter melted into a puddle, the moment the mini giant walked in.   Posing ass youngsters, she thought rolling her eyes. There was nothing worse than a white boy who had aspirations of being a rapper. Eh. Rolling back into an upright position,  her back arched. Oh lord, she thought picking up a towel. It was worse than she thought. He was a Husser. 

Quiet Ann lowered the spray bottle, slowly her lip curdling into a perfect scowl. She sized the newcomer up, Versace down. Gym rat. Cock sure. HUSSIER. Je vais devoir tirer sur ce gars dans les couilles. She thought moving back to her station. 

“Just got back in town” Roller said, paying Jenn no real attention as he eyed the thick framed woman picking up a towel before him. He walked forward a bit and licked his lips “you gon’ take care of me baby?” He asked the chocolate skinned woman, smirking all the while. 

Desna patted her neck then dabbed down deliberately across her chest before drying her hands with the towel. "Sure my station is right here." She said using the towel to point toward her spot.  She tossed the towel in the cleaning bag and swayed over to take her seat. 

“Uncle daddy got you working at that clinic already?” Jennifer asked Roller, moving to follow up behind him as he sat down at Desna’s station. 

Roller licked his lips slowly as he moved towards the woman’s station. Hearing his sister-in-law he looked back at her as he pulled his pants leg up a bit and sat down in the chair. “Yeah, he needed someone with my talents to run the business” he said smoothly. He turned to the pretty chocolate thing in front of him and smirked “y’all take cash or credit?” He asked her.

Desna hummed, taking the younger man's hand in her's. She ran her hand over his knuckles, the feel of them confirmed his Hussier lineage. While the massage of his palm proved more unclear. Smooth yet calloused. She grabbed the file, surveying him at his comment. Credit card this nigga was fresh out the joint… "We prefer cash and avoiding felonies".

Smirking lightly Jennifer walked past the two and said “this is Desna” gesturing the woman, as she looked at Roller. 

Roller smirked a little and said “all right Desna” in a calm tone. “Mind if I call you D?” He asked her curiously.

Desna raised her eyebrows. Holding his hand in her's. "Honey, you can call me whatever you want. As long as you tip big" she said with a roll of her neck. "Okay.." 

Polly snapped her finger, "oka_ah!" She said rolling her tongue. 

Jennifer chimed with a “okay” back to Desna as she sat in her station cleaning up the space. 

Roller looked at Desna and then to the other women behind her chiming in. “Shh shh” he said slyly, telling the other women to shut up. “A lady ‘bout her paper” he said looking back down at Desna “I like that”.

Desna rolled her eyes, lips twisted into a pout. She smooth the file over his fingernails filing them down. "So." She said glancing up at the man. "What were  you doing in Tallahassee? Is that where you're from?"

Roller watched the woman file his nails before he looked at her. “Self evaluating” he replied back to her slyly. “9 months of self evaluation and isolation” he said, looking up at Jennifer. “It was therapeutic.”

Jennifer looked at Roller and chuckled “is that what y’all do in the pen?” She asked him, giving him a knowing look as she moved to place various bottles of nail polish back where they belong. 

Desna slowed listening then stopped her filing, cackling with amusement.  Her chest rose and fell "Is that so?" She said, catching her breath. "Boy you play three much." 

Roller eyes snapped towards Jennifer “aye, chill” he said to her knowingly. She was telling too much of his business to the streets right now. He looked over at Desna “a smile” he commented. “This is light work, I usually play harder on dates.”

Desna pursed her lips.  "On a date?" She resumed her filing, finishing his thumb she places his hand in the soaking bowl. "I thought you were on an isolated retreat." she said sticking out her tongue. Chucking as she started, his other had. 

“Was” Roller reminded her “my mind was freed” he told her so “so it’s open to wander” he explained as his eyes rolled over her mounds and curves again. He sat up a bit checking her out on the other side before he looked back down at her work. 

Desna nodded her understanding, moving to pick up the cuticle pusher.  She laid his hand in the bowl, then retrieved the one that had been soaking.  “So you out here wildin now. Already a working Hussier and living your best life. This explains the party Uncle daddy is throwing tonight.” She said, shaking her ass in the seat.  “After the morning I’ve had I can wait.” 

Polly moved over to her chair bumping Desna’s shoulder with a bony hip. “Ohhh… I wasn’t sure you were going to go sugar.  But I have this new dress from Vera Wang.  I’ve been dying to wear.” He squealed both hands going to her chest. 

Roller chuckled “I’m pretty tamed actually” he corrected her, lying through his teeth. “Oh you gone come and shake yo thing huh?” He asked her with a smirk. “Good,” he said with a deep voice. As Polly moved over he looked up at her with a smirk on his face, Vera Wang, sure.

Jennifer chuckled as she moved around the salon freely. Shaking her head a little at Polly’s comment. 

Desna stilled her hand, and tried to keep the bitch please look off her face. “I can’t wait to see you wearing either poly bird. Or shaking it, girl.” She said swatting the woman on the side.   Head shaking she went back to work on the younger man’s hands.  “Tame as a barracuda I bet.” Desna quipped, pushing back the cuticles on his ring.  The deep rumble of his voice, viberated up through his large hands. Desna thought again how laughable the word tame was in reference to the grown boy in front of her. Giggling, swirling her more than ample hips in the chair again. “I’mma do a little something… something.” She winked.  “And if it's an open bar we might teach the dancers a thing or three.”

Polly smiled warmly down at Desna.  With a look of shock, “You know Vera Wang?” She asked Roller, with a smile.  “A man of many interests, I see.” She said moving over to speak with Quiet Ann. 

“I should be asking you that Polly” Roller replied back to her, licking his lips slowly. At her comment he dipped his head hiding his dimples and amusement before he leaned his head back up, playing it cool. He nodded his head slowly. “We will see,” he said to her. 

Polly laughed, “Roller…”  She said exhaudrating his name.  “It's a  fashion designer, silly.” 

Desna moved on to trimming his nails.  She laid his hand out in front of her, and dug around in the alcohol solution for the clippers. “Love and Hate” she read from off the knuckles of his fingers.  “Which one hits harder?” She asked, drawing up his right hand to begin the trim. 

Laying his hand out for her he smirked at Polly nodding his head, duh bitch, swirling in Roller’s mind. Looking back at Desna he looked at his knuckles “about the same” he said easily “especially these days” he replied. 

“He has a mean right hook” Jennifer tossed out, as she began to file her own nails gently looking them over. 

“Mhm” Desna hummed, doubting with her entire soul this man loved anything but himself.  At Jenn’s comment, her head swiveled in her direction and rolled her eyes so hard the socket of her eyes hurt. “Shut up!” She said, before laughing loudly again. “No, no now every tattoo has a story.  So..”  she said, eyeing her new client, “Was there a reason for these?” She asked,  tracing his tattoos with her nails.

Roller looked at Jenn, looking around Desna then back at the woman. “Um” he said, moving his shoulders from side to side before he said “the two things that drive and divide the world” he shrugged. “Doesn’t need an explanation honestly. Whose Dean?” He asked looking into her eyes. 

Desna clipped his thumb and pointer finger then paused to listen to his explanation. “Untrue. It does need an explanation. Unless your dumb ass that just likes have random shit drawn into your skin” she levied a searching look, then smiled sweetly.  “But there is some depth to your reason.  You’re not lying  But -For a Hussier - I would have thought you would have put love and money. If that’s not Uncle Daddies montra it should be.” She went back to work snipping down the rest of his nails. “Dean is the love of my life.” She said with a moment of hesitation. 

Roller listened to the woman as she spoke and he continued to watch her face as well. “Money is good, yeah” he agreed, leaving off his other thoughts about the topic. “I ain’t uncle daddy” he clarified with her simply. “Lucky dude, Dean,” he said, eyeing her tattoo. “Must be a cool dude, you done tattooed his name and shit” he breathed. 

“Preach!” Desna chanted, “Give me enough cash and at this point I can buy love” She laughed. “No,” She said, squinting at the man as she moved to his other hand. “I didn’t mean any disrespect. And like you and I both know.  Money is important. Getting it and keeping it.” As the words came from her mouth, Polly said the words allowed while Quiet Ann mouth along. “I should hope he knows so.” Desna went on after a moment. “Literally the best man I’ve ever known. Second to none.  Giving, takes care of me, and has always been my biggest supporter.” 

Jennifer looked to Quiet-Ann and Polly, smirking a little at the thought of Dean. Over the years he’d managed to become someone special to all of them actually. 

Roller nodded his head at her “it’s cool” he said ignoring everything else she’d said “yeah keeping it can be a bitch and a half, I guess that’s why people shouldn’t bank so much on it” he said. As she explained to him who Dean is he nodded slowly at her “hope he stays that way” he said sensibly. 

“Touche’” Desna said, with a heavy and sober sigh . His words were a fever dream of the rich. “And easier said than done for most of us.”  She said honestly, picking up the file again she evened out her tips, “He has been that way for the better part of 20 years. I should be safe.”  

“Twenty-Years?” Roller questioned “marry that bitch” he replied simply. “Fuck y’all waitin’ on, God to return?” he asked her. 

Desna burst out laughing. "Sir, who says I'm not married? She said side-eying him.  "No. Dean is my brother. D and D in the shop name stands for us. Desna and Dean."  

Roller jerked his neck “your brother” he repeated “oh I see” he said nodding his head. “Dean is your brother…” he said again. “So I guess you not married” he said. 

"Not yet. I don't have time for a husband." Desna said, reviewing her handy work.  "Did you want a clear top coat?"

Roller nodded his head at her and said “is the work complete without it?” 

Desna placed oil in the palm of her hand and began to massage the man's arms.  She needed his forearms lightly, reading the word as she went. "Nope." She said, shaking her head.  "Carpe DIEM? What does that mean?" 

At her question Roller looked at the tattoo and then to her “seize the day” he said to her, giving her it’s simplest meaning. His phone buzzed and he looked down before he looked back up at her. 

Desna reapplied oil to her hands and nodded "okay" She thought, moving over to his free hand. "I like that…" she finished then laid his hand down  and used a cotton ball to go over his fingernails. picking up the bottle of clear top coat she knocked in the palm of her hand before twisting the top off the bottles.

“Oh yeah” Roller said to her as he looked around the place, it wasn’t bad but it could have been better. “You the boss huh?” he asked her. 

Desna started with his pinky and lovingly began to apply an even coat of polish. She glared up and looked around the shop and the women in it, before going back to her labors. "Yes sir." She sang with a proud smirk. "It's our place.  But yes, I'm the boss." 

Roller around again nodding his head at her as she explained that she in fact owns the stop and that the other women worked for her. Just taking note of that in his own head. 

Desna worked in silence for a while. Taking care not to get polish on the flesh around his fingertip. "Would you like a pedicure as well."  

“Why not” Roller said to her simply “you kinda good with your hands” he complimented. 

Desna grimaced, rolling her eyes.   "Mhm" she mouthed, finishing his nails. "Quiet Ann, would you set him up for me?"  

Roller looked over at the dyke and he tilted his head, looking back at Desna. He pursed his lips however, it would do he guessed. 

Quiet Ann flexed her chin towards Desna acknowledging her request.  She rose to her feet, returning Roller’s gaze. Trouble. Was written all over this Eminem what to be. The quicker he was out the shop the more comfortable she would be.  Ann unshouldered the bat,  resting it by door, then cracked her knuckles. She moved to the pedicure chair, turning on the tap. She would normally do the pedicures herself, but look at the undercarriage of a set of balls wasn’t on her to do list for the day.  She let the water run over her hands, checking the temperature, then smirked as she threw in two over large handfuls of tavender scented water softener.  Hell, he might actually like. 

“Desna.” Polly sung, a wide smirk on her face, she rubbed her hands together. “I have got something for you. I picked up last night. I saw it and it had your name written all over it” 

Desna rose from her station, smoother her hands over her waist, beaconing Roller to follow her over to the pedicure station. She swayed across to the bowl, bending to check the temperature herself. “I hope you like it hot?” She threw back at the man, but for turning to face Polly. “Polly, I don't need anything -” She said matter of fact knowing the wicked ways of her friend. “What do you mean it had my name written on it? They haven’t started making Desna dollars yet?”

“Desna Dollar, Sug. That will be the day. No.. It’s an air conditioner for Dean.” She giggled. 

“Oh…” Desna said voice lighting, she moved to Roller’s side to help him remove his shoes. She went down easily in the stilettos, she wore, undoing his laces.  “Thank you Polly. Do I even want to ask where you found it?” 

Roller followed behind the thicker framed woman, watching her as she assisted in preparation of his pedicure. He looked at the woman who was assigned the job again before he stroked his beard and looked towards the owner and the redhead. As she moved to unlace his shoes he lowered himself in the chair stretching his long legs. 

“It just happened to be a gift from one of the seniors I work with.” Polly rang her hands together, eyes shift noticeably under Desna’s questions.    

Desna removed the man’s shoe and sock. The cupped the foot in her hand, rubbing over it lightly then, worked his pant leg up over his well formed calves. She had to give it to the boy. He worked out.  Lowering his foot in the water, she chuckled darkly, pivoting on her heels, she glanced over at Polly.  “I had it right.  I don’t want to know.” She interjected, cutting off any further explanation. “Thank you, Polly. Dean will love it. You know how hot his room gets at night.”  “Be careful your nails are still wet.” She chastised, returning her attention to her client, She patted the side of his leg softly, then repeated the process of removing his foot wear and added his other leg to the water. She went back up to a standing position easily, “Shit Polly, you know I have to pick up my car. Where is the air conditioner? Did you need me to pick it up?” She adjusted the arm of Roller’s chair, laying his arms on the rest, as she inspected his fingers, “massage?” She asked the over-sized man satisfied he hand messed his nails. 

Roller watched the attentive way the woman removed his shoes and rolled up his pants and he smirked to himself. He only looked up to Polly when he really started to overhear the conversation they were having with one another. He looked around slowly before he looked back at Polly amused. When Desna asked him if he wanted a massage he said “why not” easily. 

Polly swatted her hand dismissively at Desna.  “Sug.  I’ll keep at my house until you can get by. “By the way… how much you think it’s going to cost to get your car running- ”

Desna smirked, pushing the buttons of the massage chair the man was seated in.  “The magic finger will take good care of you.” The chair came to life, the mechanisms behind the leather cover, moving up the man’s back.  “No-” Desna turned, snapping her sharpened manicured nails at her longtime friend.  she turned and snapped her perfectly sculpted nails, “No- Not today, yesterday or tomorrow.  You want to help me Pual?  Let’s see how we can get more but in these empty seats.” 

Roller smirked at the woman lightly, offering her a head nod as the seat began to do its job. He began to relax a little more as he looked down at the one they called Quiet Ann. He looked back up at the other women as they spoke, intensely listening. 

Jennifer looked between Polly and Desna, shaking her head a bit as she stood upright from her chair, sitting her nail file down against her station. “Come over here” she said, gesturing the women towards the office, before ushering them towards it. 

Quiet Ann eyes widened with an innocent that seemed real enough to the untrained eye. "What?" She asked a dainty run towards the private office entrances. 

Desna rolled her eyes and sighed as Jenn stepped in to meditate.  She moved over to her station grabbing her bag before swaying into the close space of intersacom.  "Jenn what was all that about?" She asked, dropping her bag by the corner of her desk.  She picked up the huge pile of past due stamped bills. She riffled through the mail playing her favorite game of who gets paid this week. Settling on the light bill, she dropped the rest and slid into her office chair. 

“We can’t get people in chairs because of conversations like that” Jennifer said to the two women as she sat down in a chair looking out at the nearly empty establishment. She looked at her brother-in-law and said “besides, I really wanted to say that Roller” she smirked looking at Desna then back at her brother-in-law “sees something he wants…” 

Quiet Ann entered the office. The insistent ushering hadn’t included her directly but when did it ever.  She closed the door to the room, with a firm push, then moved over to the blinds, raising them up to better keep an eye on the salon floor.  The best idea she ever had.  The one way glass let them see out while keeping prying eyes at bay. She thought folding her arms over her chest, she kept her eyes firmly planted on Roller. 

Desna cackled, clucking her tongue.  “Please- that is a lie from the pits of hell.  Most of these heffas love some good gossip.”  She said, opening the check book on her desk. She wrote of the check, pausing over the date line as she contemplated putting the wrong date on the check on purpose. She felt more than saw Jenn looking towards her, she pursed her lips and mumbled, “A mix tape…”  

Polly moved over to stand beside Quiet Ann. Surveying the new addition to the strip mall.  “Mhm..” She said with a sly smirk, agreeing with Jenn.  “He’s a big boy Desna… A real big boy.”

Jennifer looked at Polly and chuckled “mhm, a real big boy” she replied back to her. “And I am not even going to comment back to that mixtape jab” she said pointing a perfectly manicured nail at Desna. “What’s wrong with roller?” she asked her. 

Desna groaned, then filled in the correct date. The bill had to be paid, there was no use in dodging it. She cut her eyes at Jenn. ”A Hussier through and through.  For starters his name is Roller.” She said, shaking his head. 

Polly folded over laughing. “Oh.. Desna. I can’t believe you. It’s the pnk dick. Isn’t it.” She said her tone smug. 

“What’s wrong with a pink dick?” Jennifer asked looking over at Polly. 

Ann dropped her arms, eyes still on the younger man.  “She wants a black dick.” She said, once again having to state the obvious. 

“Woah .. Woah.” Desna said, waving her hands.  “I am right here.  I can hear y'all. And don’t tell me what kind of dick I want.” She told them, “I just don’t have time for thug love wanna be.” 

“As a woman who has experienced a rainbow of pensises” she said with a sly chuckle. “All of them are black once you turn the lights off” she mused, before she began to laugh. 

Desna gave Jenn a withering look as she rose to her feet. “That maybe but I am a business woman. And in the cold light of day. That wanna to be Hussier ain’t gonna take me where I wanna go.” She told the girls, eyeing the man suspiciously. 

“We could double date,” Jennifer said playfully back to Desna.

“Or we could not.”  Desna said back, turning on her friend, as she moved back towards the door. 

“I’d snuggle to that pink dick, if it got me a gold watch.” Polly told the room, no hint of playfulness in her voice. 

Desna swat her with the papers in her hand and chuckled as she pulled the office door open. 

Quiet Ann shook her head. Sighing as she stepped up and lowered the binds. Hiding the one way glass from sight. No one knew about it and she wanted to keep it that way.  

“Polly” Jennifer said with a shake of her head as they walked out of the office. She moved back to her station and began to organize to pass time. 

Roller looked up as the woman returned, shifting in his seat as he looked Desna up and down slowly. He needed her, preferably in his bed but in a perfect world at his side and beckoning call like the other chicks in his life. 

Polly smirked looking back at Desna as she moved past her.  Eye going back to the salon floor she ran directly into the over predatory stare Roller.  She chuckled a bit more, licking her lips as she slipped back into her perfect southern accent, “Did you need anything sugar?” She asked Roller looking towards her best friend and boss. 

Quiet Ann smiled at the woman’s antics as she left the office. She took the Newports from her top pocket, slipping one of the squares between her lips.  She was almost to her perch by the door when she caught sight of the 3 black and white cruisers just outside the shop's doors. “5 - 0.” She hissed, pointing at the windows.  

There was only one person they could be here for.  Desna rushed towards the door, eyes widening. She didn’t even look back as she barked instructions. “Polly Go!” She yelled, pointing towards the back of the shop.  “Get out of here now.” She ordered, only concern heavy in her voice. 

Polly’s hand covered her mouth as cold recognition came over her. “I’m sorry…” She said, apologize eyes watering as she looked between the women. Quiet Ann, Jenn, then back to Desna.  “I’m so sorry.”

“Polly Go!” Both Desna and Anne screamed trying to get the woman to move. 

Polly started, and rushed towards the back door.  Only she was too late.  Two large cops came in the back way. “Polly Marks, you are under arrest.”  The biggest of the two cops said, taking the woman by the arm.  Polly squirmed  and turned futally to go back the other way,  Only the cops were coming in the front of the shop by this point, pushing past Desna and Quiet Ann. Hot tears were falling now as a bone deep fear set in. 

Desna yelled,  move towards her friend, “you don’t have to grab her like that. Polly. Don’t struggle.” She said, trying to calm the woman. “Don’t worry Polly I’m going to get you out. Okay.” She said, trying to keep the woman’s attention focused on her and not the men pulling her out of the shop. “I promise Polly we are coming to get you.” She promised again, even as they bodily pushed her out of the shop door. 

Roller looked at some of the items that were displayed near him and he sat a bottle back down before he looked up hearing the words “5-0” leave one of the women. He watched as the officer drug the red hair out of the building and he said “damn” with a headshake. “Y’all some real gangster up in here” a smirk on his face. 

Desna hand went to the side of her head. How was she going to get Polly out of jail? Was already the most pressing thought on her mind.  She swirled back to look at the smirking giant still propped up in the pedicure chair.  “Shut up!” She hissed, not finding a damn thing funny. 

Jennifer licked her lips “what are we going to do?” she asked her curiously, eyes moving over to Roller and the few other people in the building. “You and quiet Ann should go..” she suggested “and I’ll stay and run things” she told them. They all couldn’t go and leave the shop closed for the day they needed whatever they’d make. 

Desna moved towards Jennifer grabbing her hand for support. “I don’t know Jenn. “Ummm” She said, hand going to her forehead. “They have to set her bond first. Then we can get her out. If I can find the money..” She tossed around her option mentally for a moment, sighed, frowning as she made the only decision she could.  Squeezing Jenn hand, she let the woman go and moved off towards her office.  “For right now, Ann, take me to Willy,I need to ask his ass for a favor.  

Jennifer looked at the woman and nodded “okay” she told her simply what else could there have been said in the moment. At Desna’s words she moved before Roller and sat down, she placed a pair of gloves on and looked up at him. “Here, let me get you out of here” she breathed as she prepared to complete his pedicure herself. 

“You know they ain’t let her ass go” Roller said looking down at Jenn, he relaxed more. “Not off that shit y’all was talking ‘bout” he told her in a gruff voice. “Damn I need one of these chairs at home” he said looking down at it. “Hit me up with you girl tho” he added looking back down. “Let me take her up out this tied ass shit” he said gesturing to the building. 

Jennifer looked up at Roller and she sighed “do you think I need that right now?” she asked him seriously. She smacked her teeth at him and shook her head “I tried, she’s not biting. She knows whose family you belong to” she told him as she began to scrub his feet. “Besides we will be out of this building one day and into another, watch” she replied. 

Roller chuckled at that “hard to get” he said to him as he stroked his beard and leaned his head back. “I like a chase” he smirked to himself as he thought about it. “We’ll see….” 

[histoireettralala]

Michel Ney & Aglaé Auguié (1/2)

“Michel Ney fut sans doute de tous les maréchaux de l’Empire celui dont le mariage fut le plus directement provoqué par le clan Bonaparte-Beauharnais. Il n’était pas trop chaud pour le régime du pouvoir personnel; il s’agissait de l’arracher à ses rêveries républicaines par quelque brillant établissement qui le rehaussât à ses propres yeux. Sous le Consulat, Ney était fort et grand gaillard, rouge de teint et de poil, prompt à la colère comme au plaisir, à qui l’on connaissait deux passions: la guerre et la flûte. Les femmes ne venaient qu’après, sans pourtant qu’il les dédaignât. Il avait notamment une liaison assez voyante avec une aventurière spirituelle et jolie qui avait déjà été, entre autres, la maîtresse de Marescot et de Moreau. Cette idylle sans innocence battait son plein au moment où s’échafaudait, entre Hortense, Joséphine et Napoléon, le projet qui devait décider du bonheur de Ney.

On ne se moquait assurément pas du jeune général en lui offrant la main de Mlle Auguié, une des plus chères créations de Mme Campan, dont elle était la nièce. Bien que simple bourgeoise et fille d’un receveur des finances, cette jeune personne appartenait au monde de l’Ancien Régime plutôt qu’à la Société républicaine. Sa mère, ancienne demoiselle de la chambre de Marie-Antoinette, avait montré un grand dévouement à la personne de la reine pendant la Révolution, et, traquée pour ce fait même, s’était tuée en se jetant par une fenêtre quelques jours avant le 9 Thermidor.

Une première entrevue ne donna pas de résultat définitif. Aglaé Auguié, qu’on appelait toujours du joli diminutif d’Eglé, fut plus impressionnée par la réputation militaire de Ney que par son physique un peu rude. De son côté, le général ne montra pas d’empressement excessif. Mais Joséphine veillait, et le mariage fut conclu après quelques hésitations de part et d’autre. La cérémonie eut lieu dans la propriété de M. Auguié, à Grignon, le 5 août 1802. La jeune femme était grande, agréablement tournée quoique un peu maigre. Son visage était éclairé par deux magnifiques yeux noirs qui lui valurent plus tard d’inspirer une passion assez comique à un ambassadeur du shah de Perse. Elle était la meilleure amie d’Hortense de Beauharnais qui l’a dépeinte “remplie de bonté, de sensibilité, et d’agréments”. Les ménages Ney et Louis Bonaparte restèrent très liés pendant longtemps. On se réunissait plusieurs fois par semaine pour prendre le thé et suivre les leçons de dessin d’Isabey. Dans cet art, Eglé ne brillait guère. D’ailleurs, elle n’avait jamais eu beaucoup de dispositions pour l’étude, et elle donnait parfois l’impression de n’être pas aussi parfaitement rompue aux usages du monde que les autres élèves de sa tante.

Attachée à l’Impératrice Joséphine en qualité de dame du Palais, la maréchale Ney montra une sincère affection à sa maîtresse dont une calomnie d’antichambre faillit lui faire perdre la confiance. Tout au début de l’Empire, on lui prêta une liaison avec Napoléon qui avait paru quelquefois empressé auprès d’elle. Joséphine accorda de l’importance à ces bruits et se plaignit à sa fille de la perfidie de la maréchale. Une franche explication établit que celle-ci n’éprouvait à l’égard de l’Empereur qu’un sentiment de crainte, et l’incident fut clos. Lors du divorce impérial, la duchesse d’Elchingen voulut suivre dans sa retraite l’Impératrice répudiée et se heurta à l’opposition violente de son mari, qui lui enjoignit par écrit de donner sa démission. Elle obéit à contre-coeur et fut nommée peu après dame du Palais de la nouvelle souveraine. “

Louis Chardigny, Les Maréchaux de Napoléon, Bibliothèque Napoléonienne, P. 212-214.

“Of all the marshals of the Empire Michel Ney was undoubtedly the one whose marriage was most directly provoked by the Bonaparte-Beauharnais clan. He was not keen on a personal power regime; it was about dragging him out of his Republican daydreams with some brilliant set up which would raise him in his own eyes. Under the Consulate, Ney was a strong, tall fellow, red of complexion and hair, quick to anger and pleasure, who had two known passions: war and the flute. Women came only after, yet he did not disdain them. In particular, he had a rather conspicuous affair with a pretty, witty adventurous woman who had already been, among others, the mistress of Marescot and Moreau. This innocence-free idyll was in full swing as Hortense, Josephine, and Napoleon were putting together the project that was to decide Ney’s happiness.

The young general certainly wasn't made fun of when he was offered the hand of Miss Auguié, one of Mme Campan's dearest creations, and her niece. Although a simple bourgeois and daughter of a tax collector, this young person belonged to the world of the Old Regime rather than to the Republican Society. Her mother, a former lady of Marie-Antoinette's, had shown great devotion to the person of the queen during the Revolution, and, hunted down for this very fact, had killed herself by throwing herself out of a window a few days before the 9 Thermidor.

A first meeting did not give a conclusive result. Aglaé Auguié, who was always called by the pretty nickname "Eglé", was more impressed by Ney's military reputation than by his rough looks. For his part, the general did not show excessive eagerness. But Josephine was watching, and the marriage was concluded after some hesitation on both sides. The ceremony took place in the property of Mr. Auguié, in Grignon, on August 5, 1802. The young woman was tall, good looking although a little thin. His face was lit by two beautiful black eyes which later earned her a somewhat comical passion from an ambassador of the Shah of Persia. She was the best friend of Hortense de Beauharnais who portrayed her "full of kindness, sensitivity, and agreeableness". The Ney and Louis Bonaparte households remained closely linked for a long time. They used to meet several times a week for tea and  for Isabey's drawing lessons. In this art, Eglé hardly shone. Besides, she had never had much of a disposition for study, and she sometimes gave the impression of not being as well versed in the customs of the world as her aunt's other students.

Attached to the Empress Joséphine as Dame du Palais, the Maréchale Ney showed sincere affection to her mistress whose trust she almost lost because of antechamber slander. At the very beginning of the Empire, some people ascribed to her an affair with Napoleon, who had sometimes seemed eager around her. Josephine attached importance to these rumors and complained to her daughter of the Maréchale's treachery. A frank explanation established that all the lady felt towards the Emperor was some feeling of fear, and the incident was over. During the imperial divorce, the Duchess of Elchingen wanted to follow the repudiated Empress into her retirement and met with violent opposition from her husband, who ordered her in writing to resign. She reluctantly obeyed and was named shortly after Dame du Palais of the new sovereign."

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[gothfoxx]

I read this fic recently where after giving izuku his quirk, all might works him way to hard, forces him to hide his pain from others, and hurts him when he can't hide it. All the while, izuku thinks its normal, and that all might is just trying to help him. could you do a one shot where dadzawa finds out and goes all "you will never touch this child again" mode? please i need comfort after all the angst.

Anon if it’s the fic I’m thinking of...I understand, here’s some comfort and if I can fit it in some Dadzawa fluff🖤

Also I’m using this song as inspiration cause it fits the way Aizawa would be feeling during the whole thing

Also sorry for my sins, I wanted to make it DAD Dadzawa 🙏

All of the students were back with their families for golden week so Aizawa was taking his time to get back home from the meeting with Ally Cat and the other vigilantes. He was going across an alcove that held a hidden beach when he heard the sound of retching. Normally that wouldn’t be enough to draw him in, drunks weren’t worth the trouble if they weren’t causing problems, what did have him looking down into the alcove was the sob that followed. It was the sob of a child, a child he had thought was safely at home with their mother.

Midoriya Izuku was huddling into the back of the alcove, right up against the rock of the short cliff, shivering and dry heaving. He was covered in dark marks and smudges, his shirt was way too thin for the weather and his wasn’t wearing any shoes. In the dark his hair and the smudges looked black while his pale skin looked sickly in the moonlight. Aizawa’s instincts had him jumping down the cliff in an instant, that probably wasn’t the best idea because the small boy flinched and curled into himself like he expected a blow. From here Aizawa could smell iron along with the bile. Midoriya was bleeding.

“Midoriya?” No response, “Midoriya?” Still nothing. Aizawa sat down in front of the boy, minding the sick, and tried again, “Izuku?” The kid’s head snapped up at the use of his first name. “S-Sensei? Why are y-you he-here?” Midoriya asked with chattering teeth. Thanking kami that he was in civilian clothes Aizawa took off his coat and draped it over his student’s trembling shoulders. “Well kid I could ask you that same question, I’m a off duty underground hero. What’s your reason?” He gently reached out and tilted Midoriya’s head so the light hit him better, the kid had a black eye that was swollen shut and a busted lip. “Who did this to you?” His voice remained calm but the instincts that made him jump down here were yelling at him to take this kid and book it. There was a crunch in the sand behind him just as Midoriya’s eyes grew wide and he gasped out “All Might”.

The crunch turned out to be a stray dog that came up to sniff them, whimpering into Midoriya’s side while the boy took to slowly petting its head. It didn’t take an idiot to put together the clues, the kid had a quirk he couldn’t control, he seemed unused to praise, he and Yagi knew each other before class, the low self worth, the clear aftermath of a harsh beating, and the fear at being found by Yagi. Obviously Midoriya was being abused by his father, a man who claimed that the boy was not in fact his. Aizawa had looked into the kid, he knew the boy got his quirk late and he wasn’t a stranger to a father leaving because of a quirk. It was plausible that a dead-beat might come back once he thought his kid was worth something now. “Midoriya does your mother know where you are?” He hopes that she doesn’t, that she wasn’t letting this happen. The boy stiffens and the dog whimpers again trying to snuggle the kid. “N-no, she d-doesn’t n-n-know. She i-is out of town.” Midoriya’s answer rings with a hollow note. “Mid- Izuku, where are you stay while she’s out of town?” The gut feeling is eating at him now chanting a montra of ‘grab him and run, hide’ and he was so close to giving in.

Midoriya didn’t get a chance to answer because another crunch in the sand, this one much heavier announced the arrival of someone else. The dog stood in the kid’s lap and growled. The figure standing behind Aizawa was the skeletal form of Toshinori Yagi. It wasn’t the Yagi or All Might Aizawa was used to and annoyed by, this Yagi had looked less like death was at his door and more like he was the reaper coming to collect his bounty. “Midoriya you shouldn’t run off like that, look you’ve worried this poor man and his dog. Come along we need to go back to the agency.” And if Aizawa hadn’t grown up hearing the same tone of fake concern from his mother or afterwards when dealing with domestic abuse cases he might have fallen for it. Standing up to his full height and letting all the protective rage and childhood fear fuel the fire behind his glare Aizawa growled out, “he isn’t going back with you. He’s never going with you anywhere again! I don’t care if he is your kid or not Yagi, you are never laying a hand on him or going near him again! I’ll make sure of it!” All Might blinks in shock then recognition, “Hello Aizawa, didn’t take you as a dog person. Now why can’t I take my charge back with me? He’s my responsibility.” The titan asked, the threat in Aizawa’s words either not taken seriously or not understood. “Because Yagi, he was scared to death that it was you when I found him. He’s terrified and covered in injuries and blood. You are not getting him back ever.” The anger and panic in his gut turned from a hot feverish wild fire to a freezing acidic poison that laced his every word. He would fight the world’s number one, the devil himself, to protect Izuku.

After a great time of staring each other down All Might yields and takes a step back. “Fine, keep him, but I’ll always be there. He can’t escape his destiny and we’ll always be connected.” He states the last bit towards the boy still cowering behind the dog. The dog growls again and lowers into a fighting stance. “His destiny is his to decide. Being his father doesn’t automatically his dad, it doesn’t make you connected. Don’t ever think it does.” Aizawa declares with the wisdom of someone who had to find that knowledge firsthand. All Might scofts and walks away a dismissive wave of his hand.

Aizawa stands there for a long while making sure the skeletal was really gone before he turns back to the two behind him. Izuku is staring with his one good eye like the world had just flipped upside down. As gently as he can muster Aizawa starts talking to Izuku “Hey kid, it’s going to be okay. I know it might not make sense now but you’re safe now, what was happening with you and him was not how anyone should treat you. I won’t let him make you think it’s okay just because you share dna. I won’t let him hurt you again, you’re safe.” The kid still looks so lost but he nods, it looks like it causes him pain though.

“Okay first thing first, medical care.” The boy opens his mouth to argue, “Kid you look worse than I did at USJ please don’t try to fight me on this.” Aizawa pleads as he pulls out his phone and calls Ally Cat, they should still be awake and they have a car. The conversation is short and to the point, Cat will be picking them up with a change of clothes and some flip-flops for the kid and a leash for the stray. “Thanks for doing this Cat, I know it’s short notice.” “All emergencies are short notice Eraser, I got your back.” “See you soon” “you know it” And with that everything is set into motion, slowly but in motion non the less. He looks back at Izuku after he hangs up, the kid is dozing off with his hands in the dog’s fur. If it wasn’t for the injuries and time of night Aizawa could pretend that they were just at the beach for the peaceful silence. He figured he could take them to a different beach, make better memories, once the kid wasn’t beat to hell and back. “Huh, guess I have a kid and dog now. Mic and everyone aren’t going to let me live this down.” He muses just as a black mini-van pulls to the side of the road above them. “Cat must have been worried” he huffs as he carefully scoops up Izuku and heads around the side of the aclove and up to the road, dog loyaly following.

Izuku had three cracked ribs, neck and shoulder injuries like that of a retired boxer, and a fractured cheek bone. The doctor was suspicious of the duo when they came into the hospital but after Aizawa showed him his hero ID and explained it as an abuse case the worried anger faded. Aizawa didn’t blame the man for thinking the worst. As they waited for more tests to come back and the boy to wake up from the use of a healing quirk Aizawa called Nezu to inform him about what had happened and they made plans to have Yagi removed from the school quickly & quietly. After that the kid was still sleeping and the doctors saw he wouldn’t be waking for a least another hour or two so Aizawa texted Cat about the dog.

E: is it chipped

A: nope

E: can your friends have it checked over and chipped today?

A: sure but it’s not an it she’s a lovely shiba mix

E: ok thanks

A: anytime, you adopting just the dog or?

E: he has a mom

A: :/ you know what I mean

E: yeah I do and yeah

A: cool! I get to be the cool auncle! Dibs!

E: why are all my friends like this?

A: cause you like the affection:p

E: no you

He ignores the next text because Izuku wakes up. The kid looks lost again, just rotating his arm with the iv in it and mumbling to himself. “Hey champ, you fell asleep before we got you here.” Aizawa explains slowly because the pain meds might be messing with the kid’s head. The kid just looks up at him with pinched eyebrows and confusion,”we?” His voice is so small and dry, Aizawa grabs a cup and fills it up from the sink in the room they are in. “Yeah my friend drove us here. They took the dog to a vet to get checked over too.” He elaborates as Izuku drinks the water. “If you want to we can keep her, the dog I mean, she isn’t chipped and my friend thought you might want to keep her.” He asks a bit unsure of how to address what happened without causing the kid more stress. “But the dorms don’t allow pets if it’s not for a quirk or medical reasons.” The kid says sadly. And that wasn’t going to stand on Aizawa’s watch, he claimed this kid and he was going to be the best guardian he could be. “She doesn’t have to stay at the dorms, she can live at home.” He assures the kid.

But now the kid is tearing up and the man did not know what he did wrong or how to set things right. “I don’t have anywhere else to take her, mom got caught in a villain attack at work. The whole building came down. Yagi-Sensei had been letting me stay at this agency.” And just fuck, Aizawa hadn’t been told Ms Midoriya had passed and he had a feeling non of the other staff did either. “Izuku, you don’t have to ever go back with him but you can’t not have a home. After tonight I think Yagi will sign his parental rights over to me but only if you are okay with it. If not then we can figure out something else or make you a ward like Er-“ He stops mid sentence as Izuku hugs him, burying his bandaged cheeks into Aizawa’s neck. All The man can do as the kid clings to him is cling back, he had no idea when the last time an adult showed this kid love so he held the boy close. “He- he’s not my d-dad Aizawa-Sensei, my dad g-g-gave me up years ago. Yagi-Sensei du-doesn’t have p-parental rights.” The kid admits as he sobs, his voice just barely above a whisper. “I didn’t want to be alone.” Izuku confesses, breaking the heart of the man holding him.

When doctors give them the okay and Izuku has gotten himself back together enough to put on the clothes Cat had brought Aizawa has Cat take them to His apartment near U.A. the shiba is waiting in the back of the van with a shiny red leather collar. Izuku and the dog fall asleep quickly. “So Sho, this mean you’re gonna petition for custody?” Cat asks as they drive, careful to not to wake the kid with the sudden sound. “Don’t have to, circumstances have changed. I’ll just have to file for adoption.” He sighs, he knows they won’t pry into it while everything is still happening so he feels safe enough to let them know. “Cool, just remember I called dibs on being the cool auncle. I’m spoiling him and that sweet pup.” They remind the tired man as he spots the apartment building up ahead. “You’ll have to fight Mic but I think being spoiled by both of you idiots will be good for him.” He laughs softly as he pictures the gift war that’s bound to happen now. “Don’t worry Mr Dad, I think you’ll spoil him enough before we can. You gave him a dog and he’s not even your kitten yet.” They tease.

It’s been three weeks and Izuku settles into his new bedroom with his new dog, Kēki, the room is kind of baren but he didn’t have a lot to decorate with yet. He’d thrown out or given away most of his hero merchandise, only keeping a few things his mom gave him. He was looking forward to the next week, Shota had told him that the papers were in and that by that time they would approve the adoption. Soon Izuku would be Midoriya-Aizawa Izuku, he wouldn’t have thought he’d like living with his teacher but the man gave off the same soft caring aura Izuku’s mom had...just in a quiet way. While the man wasn’t very physically affectionate he did listen when Izuku needed him, he asked questions about Izuku’s interests and goals and just overall made the kid feel like he mattered.

Izuku loves his dad, he hadn’t really known his birth dad so it was easy to give that title to the man that had taken him in so readily. Life was looking up, All might had been let go from U.A. and wasn’t allowed to teach ever again. Grand Torino had reached out in condolences when he heard that his non-grandson had lost his mother, the old man offered to watch him if the situation ever occurred. So now Izuku had a dad, most of the staff of his school as aunts and uncles, some odd vigilante that called themself his ‘auncle’, Kēki, and a grandpa! He still missed his mom but his dad had sent him to therapy to work through what All Might had put him through and Izuku had discovered he had some deeper issues of self worth and expecting abuse from those around him. So things were steadily getting better, not noticeably but he was just starting.

“Izuku! Kēki! I brought home dinner!” Shota called as he locked the door back. An exicited kid and dog bound into the front room looking so happy that Shota had to blink away from their brightness. “Come one lets eat while it’s still hot.” He laughs as he carries the bags of take out to the coffee table by the couch. As they dig in a feeling of rightness surrounds them. “Thanks dad.” “No problem Champ”

Kēki is a shiba mix with an all brown coat with a white tail that makes her look like chocolate cake with a dollop of white frosting this the name cake. Ally Cat wasn’t meant for more than just a throw away line but then they needed a car so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ hope you liked it anon