#REFUSED TO LEAVE AND MADE ME OBSESS FOR AN ANNOYINGLY LONG TIME

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addispam..... come to me, please. I wish to draw you why can't you manifest yourself in my brain so I can't draw you

[angstyantoinette]

Yandere!Howl Jenkins Pendragon x Reader Headcanons

Warnings: Slight NSFW [mention], kidnapping, manipulation, toxic relationships. 

We all know that Howl is very much a ladies man; he knows exactly how to pull women in, and captivate them so that they fall in love with him easily. 

For Howl, it’s all a game. He catches the eye of a girl, no interest on his part of course. She just happens to be in his line of the game. He knows what to say, how to present himself to perfectly fluster and simultaneously intimidate every other person there. He doesn’t venture outside the castle often, and when he does, there’s an air of fear; there’s such awe left in his wake. 

And he loves it. This drama queen feeds off it.

But we also know that Howl is a runner. He cannot commit to anything, hating the restricting nature of feeling tied down. I mean, he abandoned his apprenticeship. With this in mind, Howl makes the most unlikely yandere. But he actually is highly dangerous, although he doesn’t really look like it.

He’s afraid of himself in a way. He understands that he is quite powerful, and after practically going rogue, Howl gets his kicks with spontaneity, with the complete unexpected in life. 

When he meets you, he expects you to give him all your attention, like everyone else. But you brushed past him, looking at his fancy clothes, his blonde hair, sapphire eyes, green jewels swinging from his ears, and the beautiful pendant around his neck. He was picturing it now in his mind, getting ready for the look of adoration, the tense of muscles, the scarlet blush upon your cheeks.

But you looked away. You gathered your belongings, perhaps stowing them away in your satchel, and you just looked away.

What?

Is that it?

You weren’t even interested in him. Howl was still so stunned he had nothing to say, no suave and seductive voice to tempt you into his charms. He was in awe of you; you looked at him with such indifference it made his head hurt. Not with heartache or pain or anything like that. But he could not deny that he wasn’t curious.

Well, of course, not only does this not sit too well with Howl, he is very much a delusional person in this kind of state. However, he is incredibly smart and calculating and he balances these two personalities scarily very well. 

Like I said before, Howl is a very dangerous yandere, and he thrives on his blantant misinterpretation of a mere womanizer to scamper away, unsuspected, unscathed, and free to do what he likes.

Howl doesn’t really hold on to grudges that much, or anything; when he loses interest, he tosses things away. Not all though. 

You, you, YOU. 

Why won’t you leave his weary mind after days of being apart? Why is his  conciousness telling him to look for you, and not relent until he’s succeeded in doing so? Despite all the signs, all of the telltale signs that shows he’s just a little too invested in you, he writes it off as his bad habits resurfacing to play another game. 

And, of course, Howl Jenkins shall oblige!

Howl is a patient man, make no mistake. He finds it enjoyable to watch things go down for a while; no matter how trivial, poking fun in plain sight at innocent civilians never gets old. 

When he finally gives in to trying to find you and play with you for a little while, Howl pushes aside all distractions to do so. That means traveling through counties and villages, towns and cities until he’s found you again.

Howl is desperate for love and affection that isn’t because of his looks. He really wants someone to love him, not the image he puts across, not just above the surface with his tantalizing blue eyes that pull you in and trap you. 

You saw through that. You barely gave him a second glance and while it peaked his interest initially, it annoyed him for days on end. Usually being teasing and indifferent to Calcifer’s complaining, he found himself snapping and getting easily annoyed. Markl began to subtly keep his distance on bad days. 

Now, though, he’s become delusional. In Howl’s mind, you are to blame for his interest, for his inability to keep his mind off of you. You are the sole reason for his burgeoning obsession that seems to be running the show. He tells himself that when he finds you, it’ll leave. This painful, utterly agonising sensation of having you in his grasp, playing his game will go far away. He’ll seduce you, definitely, take you to bed and have a good time and his obsession and all-consuming desire to play the game, just you and him will just...go. Poof.

Except when Howl does find you, he doesn’t feel like letting go of you. 

Ever. 

And while this does take him by surprise, it all starts to make sense for him. 

Because looking at you now, bundled up in his arms, crying in anger and confusion, he sees in the stars that this was meant to be. 

He waits until he’s sure you’re asleep [more like passed out from exhaustion-] to really, really get a good look at you. He notices for the first time your cheeks and how they’re squished against his pillows and wrapped up in his sheets so perfectly, it’s like you’ve been here many times before. He notes how relaxed your closed eyes seem to be, no furrowed brow or scrunched tight eyelids; just complete and utter serenity. 

You’re just so perfect. Could you be a god, some kind of deity perhaps?

He’s in love for the first time in a long time. He may have let it slip by then, selfish and uncaring, but now?

Oh no, Darling, you don’t stand a chance. Howl will do anything to keep you hidden from those bastards’ eyes  protect you, to love you and most of all, make you see that he’s the one for you.

 Always.

You sat in the boiling water filling the bathtub, limp and tired, unresponsive as Howl bustled around you, his task completely focused on getting you ready for bed. Once upon a time, you would have refused to call him by name; instead you settled for ‘bastard’, ‘prick’, and ‘I hate you’. 

You even tried to sleepily mutter these things under your breath, not caring now that you were being lifted out of the bath, and dressed in a white gown. You cared even less when feeling your mind slip away into a soft sleep, curling into your body with comfort, clinging onto Howl’s pillows.

However, in front of his ‘housemates’ [ you could only guess what a talking fireplace could have to do with his wacky moving castle ], you were frightened. Howl didn’t even have to say a word; he had you smiling and  acting somewhat normally in front of ‘Calcifer’ and the little boy, Markl, you thought his name was. 

But you could always feel the sliver of magic take a hold of your wrists from behind, a little voice telling you that staying here was for your best interest, what more could you want? It promised you eternal love, devotion and affection, coated with a sickly sweetness only Howl could pull off. 

All in all, you stopped resisting after a while. Howl was annoyingly patient it seemed, and it frustrated you to feel as though you were a child all over again. He smothered you, insisting on doing the most trivial of things for you, never snapping back at you, never doing anything to remotely answer back at you in the same manner whenever you resisted his help.

It didn’t click until you had cursed at him mercilessly, screeching and crying, pulling at your combed hair, that by acting like this; he looked better than you. He looked above you. Compared to your tantrums, Howl looked calm and collected and completely willing to help you in any way possible. 

But why was he doing all of this? 

Why did you wake up in his bed, with his lanky arms draped all over you as if you were lovers? Why was he spoiling you, letting you wear his clothes, feeding you? What was he trying to convince you of? 

“Darling, I have some new nightclothes for you. Do you want me to help you into them?” He was slower, more gentle tonight as he strolled around his room. He was delberate though, not forceful exactly, but it was more of an atmospherical warning. You could just tell; if little Y/N tried anything, something would happen. 

Some kind of spell, or perhaps even a curse to teach you a lesson.

Ah, there it was. Another gift. 

Did he think you’d simply tolerate him because of his lavish, his blatantly excessive gift-giving?

Why did he look at you with such sickening adoration on his flawless features? 

At last, his bustling seemed to cease and he took a longing glace back at you. He probably only meant it to last a few seconds but the longer he gazed, it just became a cold and glassy stare. 

You knew the feeling of ‘zoning out’ well, but his eyes became darker and darker. Some kind of shadow must have passed over him or something, because he snapped out of his eerie trance and threw himself onto the bed. 

You yelped in surprise, pulling your hands to your sides, hastily spreading them out on the soft quilt like spiders, your legs pushing your body back ever so slightly, eyes wide. 

Howl chuckled, but it was filled with a sinister undertone that you weren’t used to at all. He snapped his head to the right, his hands already unraveling a silk-encased package. 

“I saw these while in the town today and couldn’t help myself.” 

Pulling out the brand new nightclothes, you unwillingly let out a pleased gasp. It was a set of matching pyjamas. They were satin, smooth to the touch and a beautiful shade of emerald, not too bright at all, but not dark either. 

Sometimes, you enjoyed this sort of treatment from Howl, albeit, very guiltily. He was always polite, courteous and kind, willing to help you with anything, but you also couldn’t help but feel a sense of horror, lingering long after you fell asleep. As if it were some kind of parasite. You just couldn’t for the life of you place your finger on it. 

You had learned to never keep him waiting for anything; he was a busy man and as much as he liked to have free reign of his work, he liked to be organised too.

This time you had apparently spent too long admiring your gift rather than answering him.

“Isn’t it lovely, Y/N? I thought it would suit you divinely.”

“Y-yes, it’s beautiful, thanks so much H-Howl.” 

Not wasting any more time, he sat up from his previous position on the bed, and somehow managed to gracefully snatch the nightclothes away from your trembling hands, and shooting you a look as if to say, well, take your clothes off. That was the less sinister version. Howl’s eyes took on a new darkness that growled, or I’ll do it myself. 

Your hands flew to your neckline, undoing the small ribbon that held the soft cotton on you, and allowed Howl to thread his fingers through the material, travelling towards the bottom of the garment and pulling it over your head whilst you lifted your arms, feeling the comfort of the soft sleeves peel off your arms. 

The blush on your face was unmistakeable. It was another embarassment being bathed by him, but this? Stripping you out of your clothes? It didn’t help that he was aware of your inner battle, and having an annoying, but otherwise barely noticeable smile on his face. 

His hand reached over with the satin nightclothes, urging you to take them. You did, carefully so, slipping them on against your flushed body, his cerulean orbs watching intensely. 

As if he didn’t want the image to go away. 

When you had finished dressing yourself, you stood up and  tentatively walked to the mirror, even slightly stumbling on your feet, and gasped in pleased surprise. You looked...beautiful in the nightclothes. The satin felt so smooth on your skin, and the emerald shade brought out your e/c eyes nicely. 

A few moments later though, you gasped for a whole different reason. Howl slipped his hands around the front of your torso, letting them wander further and further down, reaching your thighs with a renewed urgency, pressing you back against his body.

“I didn’t hear a ‘thank you’, darling.” His tone was teasing, but you could detect a hint of anger, annoyance was it? As quickly as the shadows came they departed, leaving you at the mercy of the wizard Howl. 

“No matter,” he rasped against the nape of your neck, placing soft, heated kisses against your skin,”You can say thank you, whilst begging on your knees.”

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sorry about that ending, it just needed to come to an end before i drove myself mad with the procrastination :)

but what did you think of it?? there really isn’t enough Howl’s Moving Castle fics, let alone yandere ones, but i like how it came out. 

to the person who requested this, Howl, is 100000% the gentle dom we ALL NEED OKAY

[jawritter]

Twelve Days Of Christmas

Chapter 9

Summary: Dean never realized that Y/N missed Christmas until he turned off an annoying Christmas song on the radio on the way home from a hunt, now he will make it his personal mission to give her the Christmas he misses so much, and if he plays his cards right, maybe he will give her what he has wanted to give her for so many years, himself.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Written For: @spnchristmasbingo​​​​​​​​

Square Field: Sledding

Word Count: 1334

Warnings: Fluff, mild language, brief mention of John’s A+ parenting.

A/N: This is to help me catch up on my SPN Christmas Bingo card lol Chapter 10 will post tomorrow! I knew chapter will post every day until Christmas! I know I’m insane lol. This is a real time fic collection and all mistakes will be my own! Please do not copy my work! Hope you all enjoy these!!

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You stood at the top of the snow-covered hill, flat sled in hand, and watched as two teenagers boarded the sled next to you, sliding down without hesitation. 

The hill was higher than you expected. Normally heights didn't bother you. You'd flown plenty of times in your life. You'd even done a little rock climbing. This seemed very high. Maybe it was the sun glaring off of the snow that made it feel higher than what it actually was? 

Dean's hand came down heavily on your shoulder, and you turned to see his emerald green eyes staring down at you. His freckled face was slightly red from the cold.

"Ready Sweetheart?"

You gave him a short nod and dropped the sled to the ground. You were a hunter for fucks sake. You weren't about to let a little snowy hill be your demise. 

Once you had dropped yourself into place on the sled, Dean dropped down behind you; wrapping his arms securely around your waist.

A swarm of butterflies was set free in your stomach at the feel of his solid body behind your own, even threw the jackets and things you were wearing to stave off the cold. 

It didn't take much of a shove from either of you to get the sled moving. Dean's laugh pierced the air behind you, and you never wanted it to stop. It was the simple things about him that made you the happiest. Like the deep laugh, you rarely got to hear on a normal basis. 

"Come on, let's go again," he said, getting to his feet before helping you to your own before grabbing the sled. 

There was an almost childlike excitement on his face. There was no way you could have said no to him.

This was the first time Dean had ever been sledding, and as you prepared to go down again, you could see just how much Dean had been robbed as a child. 

John never bothered to take the kids sledding, or do any other fun activities with them. It was always his work, his obsession. It wasn't fair to them then, and it wasn't for now. It made Dean hard and turned him into the little grunt, the soldier, John's perfect little punching bag. 

You lost count of how many times the two of you had gone up and down that hill. When you were both finally so tired and cold you were both shivering, Dean decided to call it a day, but you had more fun than you could remember having in a very long time.

"I know it's late afternoon," Dean said as he climbed into Baby's warm interior. "But I could really go for some breakfast for supper." 

"Oh man, that sounds amazing," you agree, smiling at him as he pulled onto the main road and headed towards the little Waffle House that was just about three miles from the cabin the two of you were staying at.

Once you were both inside the warm restaurant, a cup of steaming coffee in hand, and your orders placed, you looked over at Dean who was looking through his text messages as he waited on his food. 

He looked ten years younger than he did when the two of you got here a few days ago. He was more relaxed, almost like a huge weight had been pulled off of his shoulders. It was the first time you could ever remember Dean being this at ease. You didn't want to go back to life once Christmas was over. You wanted him to have this all of the time, not just for a few days out of the year. 

"Sammy and Eileen are going to take a few days to get her moved into the bunker before we get back," he said, putting his phone away into his pocket, and reaching for your hand across the small table. "So when we get back we will have more people living with us again. It's been too quiet around there lately, it will be a nice change."

"So you're okay with a couple of newlyweds hanging around after they tie the knot, being disgustingly cute all over the place?"

Dean laughed in spite of himself, his thumb making little random patterns on the back of your hand. 

"Well, we will just have to be as annoyingly cute. Give ‘em a run for their money,” he said with a wink. 

A deep blush crept its way up your neck and all the way to the tips of your ears. So there was hope of him still being this close to you after you got home to the bunker? 

"I love it when you do that ya know?" 

"When I do what?" you asked him.

"Blush, it's adorable." 

Well damn if that didn't make it worse, and you hid your face in the bend of your arm. Dean reached across the table pulling your arm away from your face. 

"Don't hide from me pretty girl." 

Before you could respond the waitress appeared with your food, and Dean's eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning as his pile of food that appeared in front of him. 

"So, day 6, what did you think?" he asks, mouth stuffed full of waffles, looking more adorable than a grown man ever had a right to.

"I loved it, it's been years since I'd been sledding."

Dean smiled into his coffee as his eyes stayed trained on yours. 

"Good, cause I was a little afraid by now you would be ready to get rid of me," Dean said, eyes still locked on yours. 

"What! Hell no! In fact, I don't want to leave!"

The confession slipped out before you could stop yourself. To your surprise, Dean looked relieved. 

"You know," Dean said, shifting nervously in his seat. "This doesn't have to end when we go home. I mean, we can still, ya know, spend time together."

The shock must have shown on your face, because Dean scrambled for his words as he reached around the food that was still sitting in front of the two of you, grabbing your hand in his. 

"I mean, that's only if you still want to spend time with me. If you haven't noticed, I really, really like you Y/N."

Your mind was reeling. Sure, Dean had kissed you, a lot by now, but you had refused to look too far into it because Dean Winchester, "doesn't do relationships." You were inadvertently trying to protect yourself from impending heartbreak, and you hadn't even realized that until now. 

"Dean, I thought you said...I thought l…" 

Words failed you, but Dean seemed to catch on to where you were going. 

"I know, I said I don't do relationships, but baby things have changed. Chucks gone, Jacks in charge, things are as they should be. I don't have a big target hanging over my head anymore. Being with me isn't a death sentence anymore." 

You swallowed hard, your heart was hammering against your rib cage like a jackhammer. 

You had always dreamed Dean would notice you, would want to be with you, but you would never let yourself hope it would ever happen. 

"Baby, say something, please."

You blinked hard and nodded your head. "I would love that Dean, but only if you're sure you want this."

Dean smiled widely, leaning across the small table and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss that had your toes curling in your boots. 

You could almost feel the shift in things between you and Dean, like a promise, or a bond that was formed. It was something you could cling to, almost tangible. As real as Dean's hand that was laced in yours as he made his way back to your little side of Heaven for the night. 

He had always had your heart, but knowing you had his? That was the best Christmas present you could ever get and by far the most precious.

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[mythicamagic]

Yo! If you're still doing the sesskag kiss prompts, can I ask for 17 or 23? Thanks! 😊

17: a kiss on the underside of the jaw.

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He was a fool.

Sesshoumaru readily admitted this to himself at the cost of his pride. He truly was a fool.

Insidiously, the miko had wormed her way into every orifice of his mind despite every line of steel defence. There was no place where he was safe from her now.

Therefore, when she was away from him for a week- a cold, quiet week at that- but then proceeded to extend her absence longer, Sesshoumaru found himself stoically grim-faced and silent. Troublesome thoughts niggled consistently, worsening the longer her return delayed. But he was not sulking. Absolutely not. Nor brooding.

"Mi lord! Gah! I have found you at last!"

Well if she thought he was going to travel all the way to her, Kagome had another thing coming. He was not her faithful lapdog.

"Lord Sesshooooumaruuu?"

Yes, he was going to wait right there, sitting at the base of a tree. And he'd stew. Unless of course this mildly irritating green blob kept annoyingly darting up and down in front of his relaxed vision. Sesshoumaru lunged for it.

"Ach! Amn… Goof mornith' milord!" Jakem choked.

Sesshoumaru blinked and released him. "So it was you. Why have you come, Jaken?"

"There was no pressing matter exactly, sire. It's just that your mother...well she made some very rude remarks at your expense. I thought I should come here and get the story from you concerning why you haven't been at the Western Stronghold too much lately. Then I can set her straight!"

Golden eyes narrowed. "You presume to interrogate me?"

"NEVER MI LORD!"

"Inside voices, Jaken," he muttered flatly.

"Oh, forgive me," the kappa bowed. "Naturally you don't have to explain yourself, but what should I tell her in your absence?"

Sesshoumaru trailed his attention back to the cave he was sitting not too far away from. He refused to sit within it and pine. He'd been rather busy patrolling all week. He couldn't help it if his feet led him back to their spot at the end of the day, resulting in a haphazard attempt at watching over his territory.

"Tell her that what she suspects about my involvement with the woman is true," Sesshoumaru said calmly. Jaken started choking without any help from him now. "However, none may speak ill of the miko. That includes Mother."

"S-sire… I didn't want to believe it from the gossiping kappa demons, but did you really…"

Golden eyes slid shut.

"R-right, I'll keep my mouth shut. Well then, I shall relay your message at once!"

Watching him faithfully waddle away, something compelled Sesshoumaru to speak up. "Jaken."

"Yes sir?" he stopped.

"... This current arrangement will likely not last much longer," he uttered softly. "You may relay that too."

Jaken's cheeks glowed as he seemed pleased- so Sesshoumaru pelted him with a rock.

How irritating that the concept should bother him. However, he had the sinking feeling that Kagome would outgrow the need for him soon. Directing ageless attention to high branches where sunlight filtered through, Sesshoumaru took in a long breath. Sharp claws twitched.

He wondered what he'd do when she inevitably called for their little arrangement to end. Would he accept it with grace and dignity? Or would he lapse into old habits and become something jealous, dark and obsessive? Would he covet her- steal the miko away for himself despite her protests?

She likely thought that little encounter in the carriage had been a passing fancy on his end. Better she think that- than know he'd been watching her for some time. Sesshoumaru couldn't say when it had started- he'd merely been taking more notice of her.

And then he'd been trapped within Kagome's barrier.

It had happened about a month after her return to the past. Sesshoumaru had been minding his own business, walking through the forest with the intent to visit Rin, when he'd sensed a barrier be erected. It spread over a large distance in a dome shape, glowing bright pink.

Sesshoumaru had reached out to touch it- only to hiss and feel his own power stir, recognising how it potentially matched his own in strength. Then he'd heard a shout, and noticed the miko.

Kagome was fighting- alone no less. She launched arrows into lunging youkai and raced through the trees, not even noticing him. Something had piqued his interest, and he'd observed her the remainder of the fight as a hoard of demons kept coming.

When it was down to the last two oni demons- Kagome, bloodied and panting- had snapped and ordered them to 'wise up!' and 'get with the program!' He wasn't sure they really understood. However, she gestured around her to the carnage, telling them to back down unless they wanted to end up like their brethren.

And, miraculously- it had worked. They shifted and lowered their weapons, before reluctantly turning around and leaving. Kagome smiled and chose that moment to drop the barrier. It was then that Inuyasha's distant shouts could be heard.

Sesshoumaru's eyes had remained wide. Because he noticed- he noticed the split second of something unnamed on Kagome's face after hearing his half brothers swift arrival.

"I know you were just tryin' to protect the villagers but your damn barrier kept me from coming in, idiot! Look at you, you're a mess! You coulda died!"

"Oops," Kagome had giggled, waving it off.

She'd done it on purpose.

The miko had recklessly and selfishly created the dome with the express purpose of keeping everyone out. She had desired to kill the attacking demons on her own, without aid or interference.

And she'd taken charge so fast of two beings who were easily twice her size and potentially deadly in a fight.

Sesshoumaru's eyes had darkened and plumed red. Instincts clamoured in a rare moment of intrigue and desire. Fuck's sake, she was so fucking gorgeous.

Pale lips twitched and curved up at the sides. Yes, he truly was a fool for involving himself with her. But she'd been exquisite and wonderful in his hands, perfect in her capacity for cruel teasing and soft glides of her fingers. Kagome could also engage his mind and wits, challenging him and inviting the Daiyoukai to play and have fun with her. How silly. How...refreshing she'd been.

Were they all like that? Humans? He'd never made love to a mortal before- and wagered he never would again.

Hearing a foot drag over the earth, Sesshoumaru stiffened against the bark of the tree. Standing, he inhaled a lungful of her fragrance, before sliding his hungry gaze to hers.

Kagome looked changed after two weeks.

She wore what he understood to be 'red skinny jeans' along with a white shirt tucked in- giving her an appearance reminiscent of a priestess and yet not. A small sword had been tied to her hip, and a quiver of arrows slung over one shoulder. Her hair had been partially tied back in a half ponytail.

Sesshoumaru slid his gaze down to the sword, recognising Totosai's work. The miko approached him radiating confidence, and he walked with slower steps.

Ah, it had happened sooner than expected. A shrivelling, sinking sensation shamefully welled up inside his chest. Instincts resisted the thought, chanting; 'mine, mine, mine!'

But the truth of it was there in her kind, guarded eyes. When they stopped before one another, she reached up on tiptoe and brushed an achingly gentle caress of lips against the underside of his jaw in a youkai expression he'd taught her- Sesshoumaru bit the inside of his cheek.

What are you apologising for?

His claws automatically slid around her wrist, expression flickering.

Kagome gave a wan smile. "...We need to talk."

[yaimlight]

Part 3 - No

Rating: older teen (swearing and mild sex references)

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x female reader / Todoroki Shoto x female reader / Bakugou Katsuki x female reader x Todoroki Shoto

A/N: part of the Twos Company series but can be read on own. Rest of series can be found on AO3 here.

Part 1

Part 2

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���Happy Valentine’s Day!” you exclaimed loudly as you flung the door open, arms thrown wide and beaming. Shinso looked up from his book, his tired eyes narrowed and a bored look on his face. He rolled his eyes, huffing at you and then turned his attention back to what he was reading. Laughing you closed the door behind you, kicking your shoes off before making your way over to the bed.

He didn’t even look up at you as you climbed onto his bed, eyes fixed on the book in his hands. “Shinso,” you said teasingly, slowly crawling up towards him. His eyes briefly darted up to you before going back to his book. Smirking you crawled over him, settling over his lap and plucked the book from his hands. Huffing he finally looked up at you, folding his arms over his chest. “I was reading that,” he said flatly but you could see his lips curling up into a small smile.

“Well that’s just boring” you said dismissively, not even looking at the book as you closed it and dropped it onto the floor. His small smile fell back into a frown and you knew he was about to have a scold you so you got there first, shuffling back onto his thighs. “I have something much better,” you shoved your hand into your jacket pocket, letting out a triumphant cry as you pulled the lollipop out. You held the heart shaped sweet out to him, ‘be mine’ printed on the front of the glossy red lolly. He looked at it in utter disgust, arms remaining folded and refusing to move. “It’s a thank you, for getting rid of all those letters for me before Katsuki and Shoto got to class this morning,” you stated, wiggling the lolly at him in an attempt to get him to take it.

He had been a reluctant coconspirator this morning, getting rid of all the confession letters and cheap nasty chocolates before your class had arrived, leaving your boxes behind instead. He had bitched and moaned about the whole thing, trying to get you to do it yourself but you had wanted to spend the morning with the two other boys. Plus you had wanted to see the looks on their faces when they realised they didn’t have all the gaudy crap cluttering their desks like they normally would. You hadn’t been counting on there being more idiots trying to confess throughout the day and there had been a slight wobble, well more a cataclysm at how you had handled that situation but thankfully it was all smoothed out, all parties happy again.

You sat on his thighs, spinning the lolly between your fingers and smiling brightly, waiting for him to take it and finally he gave in. Huffing he snatched the sweet off you, unwrapping it quickly and shoving it into his mouth. Beaming you darted forward, placing a quick kiss on his bulging cheek before rolling off of him and flopping down onto the bed. He huffed at you, sucking noisily on the lollipop as you made yourself comfortable on you back, arms folded behind your head. “Honestly Shinso, thank you,” you spoke earnestly, tilting your head so you could look up at him.

“It’s fine,” he mumbled around the sweet though he still managed to sound just as grumpy. Smiling you let your eyes close, letting the gentle quiet and calm wash over you. Today had been annoyingly exhausting and you were happy for the reprieve, letting everything fade apart from the gentle hum of Shinso’s quirk. It was familiar and calming and didn’t inspire the same sort of hunger as Shoto and Katsuki’s did.

“I can’t believe how much shit those two idiots got though,” Shinso grumbled around the lollipop. Suddenly alert you pushed yourself up onto your elbows, eyes snapping open as you turned to look up at him in excitement and hope. “Did you keep them?” He frowned down at you, lips pursed but you just grinned back at him, barely keeping your excitement contained. Sighting he pulled the lolly from his lips and used it to gesture toward his desk. “Over there,” he sighed but you were moving before he had even finished talking. He let out a pained groan as you clambered over him, your knee digging into his stomach and nails catching on his chest but you didn’t stop to apologise.

How you had missed the stack of vibrant envelopes was beyond you but now that you had it in your sights you couldn’t see anything else. You practically flung yourself into his desk chair, snatching a hot pink envelope off the top. You were vaguely aware of Shinso grumbling as he pushed himself round to sit on the edge of the bed but he was not your priority right now. You quickly ripped the envelope open, glancing at the front only long enough to see Shoto’s name before you cast it aside and fumbled open the letter. The sickly sweet smell of roses filled the air, the cheap perfume filling your senses.

Ever since Ashido had brought up how bad last year’s Valentine’s Day had been you had been obsessing over these, desperate to see if they really were as bad as the others had lead you to believe. As your eyes darted across the page you were not disappointed. “Oh my god” you gasped, your voice shaking as you tried not to laugh. Clearing your throat, you sat up a little straighter and proceeded to read the poem out in a clear and melodic voice. “I think I was searching for treasures or stones in the clearest of pools when your face…when your face, like the moon in a well where I might wish…might well wish for the iced fire of your kiss; only on water my lips, where your face…where your face was reflected, lovely, not really there when I turned to look behind at the emptying air…the emptying air*”.

Letting the last word trailed off you finally looked up at Shinso, raising an eyebrow at him as you smirked. His face was scrunched up in a look of disgust. “Was that for Todoroki?” he asked, the judgment clear in his tone. Scoffing you held you hand over his small bin and set the thing up in flames, letting the ashes fall into the bin. “What gave it away?” you said sarcastically. It was well written and you got the sense that whoever had sent it wanted to convey a sense of longing but you also thought that the only reason they had picked it was because it mentioned both fire and ice. “Well at least it made some sort of sense,” Shinso mumbled before sticking the lolly back in his mouth and leaned back on his hands, legs splayed wide.

Snorting you went back to the pile, taking the next one off the top. This one was a soft pink, Katsuki’s name across the front. The letter you pulled out was heart shaped, the same shade of pink as the envelope and the writing in a glittering silver. It looked like something Katsuki would hate, blowing it up before he even looked at it and complaining the whole time. You were expecting it to be just as cringe as the last one but as your eyes flicked over one line to the next you found yourself smiling.

“What?” Shinso mumbled but you didn’t answer him, just looking up at him with a grin and holding out the letter towards him. Huffing he reluctantly pushed up off the bed and trudged over to you, hand held out for the letter. He slumped against the desk and snatched it from your hand. “Whose it for?” he mumbled around the lolly. “Katsuki,” you couldn’t keep the amusement out of you voice, eagerly waiting for his reaction and to your delight he actually read it out loud, his tired and deep voice muffled around the lolly still in his mouth. “Roses are red, and they are thorny. How ‘bout some head, cause you make me horny”.

The look of absolute horror on Shinso’s face had you laughing, your sides aching from it. “That’s disgusting,” he grumbled, going to throw it in the bin but you quickly moved forward, snatching it out of his hands. “No it’s amazing. Do you think they want to suck Katsuki’s dick or want him to suck theirs?” You asked as you reread through the short but amusing poem. “Oh god I do not need that image,” Shinso looked sick, one arm wrapped around his stomach and the other rubbing at his temples as he glared at you, as if this was all your fault. Well you suppose in a way it was but regardless of if he had taken the Valentine’s cards or not he still would have heard about them. Especially this one.

Shrugging you folded the letter back up, put it back in its envelope and tucking it into your jacket pocket. “Why are you keeping that?” he hissed in disbelief, looking down at you like you had gone crazy and in all honesty he wasn’t far off. “I’m going to tape it to Katsuki’s door,” you grinned up at him, eyes alight with mischief. Katsuki was bound to be flustered and angry and if anyone other than Shoto found it first he would have to spend all day with his friends teasing him. He would be angry, frustrated and defensive. It would be a perfect opportunity for you to be crude and teasing just to see that perfectly delectable blush on his cheeks. You could already feel how much amusement you were going to get out of it. “I thought you were supposed to like him”. You ignored his snarky comment, instead grabbing another letter and shoving it at him. He huffed as he took it off you but he still opened it.

The two of you spent the next twenty minutes reading through the letters, you taking great pleasure in setting them alight. Some of them were truly awful, not even rhyming and sickly sweet. You and Shinso would share the occasional one that you knew would make the other laugh or feel sick. Most of them were harmless, just girls and a surprising amount of guys gushing generic words of love but there were the odd few that were just a little worrying. One of them went into great detail about Katsuki’s chest and how his muscles glistened with sweat whilst another described how pretty Shoto looked whilst training. You didn’t like it one bit and you made a mental note to pay more attention to the people who hung around the two up and coming heroes whilst they were training.

“Listen to this” Shinso called, snapping your attention back to him and away from your plots of how to get rid of the other boy’s stalkers. At some point he had gone back to his bed, lounging across it with a stack of letters next to him, read ones discarded on the floor. He was sat up now though, a small smirk on his lips and instantly you were suspicious of what would have him looking so happy. He cleared his throat, his voice low and clear and his smile getting bigger with every word he spoke. “I watch from afar, your burning light calling to me like a flame calls a moth to its demise, but you do not see me for your heart beats for another. You can’t see how she hurts you so, her cruel intentions hidden behind her charming smile. You follow her blindly even though she so openly flaunts another’s affection before you. If you were mine I would cherish you like the shinning diamond you are. My devotion to you would know no bounds, my love a constant amongst the chaos but you do not see me, my love cast in shadows as she breaks your heart once more. So I watch from afar, craving your light as you follow blindly, the girl who would see you fall”.

The room feel into silence.

Shinso was grinning madly now and all you could do was stare at him dumbly with your mouth hanging open, the letter you had been holding falling to the floor forgotten. “The actual fuck,” you mumbled in disbelief. “Seems someone thinks you’re a bit of a bitch,” he teased, clearly amused at your dumbfounded expression. “I mean they’re not wrong”. Narrowing your eyes you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest and slumping back into the chair. “That’s rich coming from you,” you grumbled. Where the hell did these people get off? Making assumptions like that, treating you like trash to make themselves seem better. Suddenly all the humour you had found in reading the love confessions was gone, leaving a bitter and sour taste in your mouth and all you wanted was to set the whole lot on fire.

Shinso laughed at you once more, his smirk easing into a teasing smile and he chucked the letter onto the pile of discarded letters on his floor. “You can’t really blame people for thinking your stringing them both along though. Considering how you are with them,” he said offhandedly but his words made something twist in your chest. Was that really what it seemed like? Did people think you were leading them on for what, fun? Because you could? Did Katsuki and Shoto feel the same way?

It wasn’t your intention to make it seem like that, it’s just that you liked them both and it had all just kind of happened. It had never occurred to you before now that what you were doing could be considered cruel and the thought left you feeling sick, guilt twisting in your gut and making you second guess everything you had done today. Shoto knew it was you that had sent the chocolates but would he think they were just another meaningless flirtation? “I’m not stringing them along,” you mumbled, frowning sadly down at your socked feet. Your purposely mismatched socks that Momo had gifted you for Christmas, one to look like Katsuki’s hero costume and the other to look like Shoto’s. You had thought your feeling had been obvious, your genuine affection for the two would be heroes clear for everyone to see but apparently not.

Shinso sighed, the bed creaking as he shifted. The atmosphere had changed, the light and teasing air of things becoming serious and honestly a little bleak. And you had been having such a good day. “You know all this could be avoided if you just asked one of them out”. Your eyes went wide, head snapping up at Shinso’s exasperated words. He was frowning at you, tired eyes filled with a mix of emotions that you didn’t really care for. “No,” you growled out angrily, narrowing your own eyes as you glared at him. “Why?” he snapped, arms crossed over his chest.

This wasn’t the first time the two of you had had this conversation. Not even the first time this week. Things would be so much easier if you were the one to do the asking, to put aside the flirting and teasing and take the initiative. You could just pull one of them aside and say ‘go on a date with me’ and they would say yes. Hell you could probably get away with just telling them you were dating now but there was one important thing you would have to do before that and that was an impossible thing to do. Because for you to ask one of them out you would have to choose witch one you wanted to go out with the most and you couldn’t do that because you simply didn’t want one of them more than the other one.

It had been bad enough having to suffer through that broken look on Katsuki’s face when you had had to turn down spending New Years with him. You didn’t think you could stomach how he would look if you chose Shoto over him. Nor the look on Shoto’s face if you bushed him aside for the angry blonde. It wasn’t lost on you how lucky you were that the normally distant and oblivious teens had taken an interest in you, Ashido having told you that most people had given up trying to date them as they were so oblivious or against it. So you knew that for them to act the way do with you was nothing more than a small miracle but it also left you spoiled. You had spent so long without people touching you that now you had two people who seemed to crave it as much as you did it left you desperate, so enamoured with both of them that you couldn’t bring yourself to choose between the two.

Oh god this was hopeless.

Deciding to try and deflect Shinso’s questions you sighed dramatically, looking down your nose at him and levelling him with an unimpressed look. “That’s not how these things work Shinso. The guy asks the girl out not the other way round,” you said condescendingly, waving your hand between the two of you as you spoke. He arched an eyebrow at you, arms still crossed over his chest and making his arm muscles seem even bigger as they strained against the short sleeves of his t-shirt.

He really was good looking and not for the first time you thought about how much easier things would have been if you had fallen for him instead of Katsuki and Shoto. He knew everything there was to know about you and accepted it, despite all the horrors you had been wrapped up in over the years. “And it has nothing to do with the fact that if one of them actually grows a pair of balls and asks you out then you don’t have to make the decision of witch one to hurt”. You physically flinched at his words, his knowing and chiding tone making you feel guilty for trying to hide the truth.

Perhaps he knew you to well at this point, able to call you out on all your bullshit. Sighing you slumped back into the chair, arm flung over the back rest and legs dangling over the arm. “Exactly” you mumbled as you tipped your head back, flinging your other arm over your eyes in a childish attempt to block everything else out.

There had to be an easier way to do this that didn’t involve you having to choose between the two of them. You were running out of time. Finals were literally days away and you barely had a month before everyone graduated and you were shipped off to the next safe house. You scoffed at that. Safe house was putting it lightly. Where you were going was a newly built high security underground prison designed to be completely impenetrable and for the worst of the worst. This thing hidden so far out in the wilds of Alaska that no matter how hard people looked they would never find you.

You had a handful of weeks before your time ran out and you lost your chance forever.

Shinso huffed, the muffled sounds of him moving around and muttering to himself bringing a small smile to your lips. You would miss this when you were gone and it was a shame that you hadn’t gotten to spend as much time with him as you had hoped to, what with Katsuki practically frothing at the mouth every time he was so much as brought up in conversation let alone you brought him with you when you spent time with the blonde. You got that he was jealous but you couldn’t really see the problem he had with Shinso. Sure he could be rude and loved nothing more than to get under Katsuki’s skin but couldn’t he see that you were just friends?

Like a lightbulb going off you found your answer and you jolted up, startling Shinso with you sudden action. You smiled widely at him, eyes alight as you leaned forward. “What?” he asked hesitantly, eyeing you suspiciously. “Katsuki absolutely hates you and Shoto can only just about stand you,” you exclaimed, practically bouncing with excitement. His hesitance vanished, eyes narrowing and lips twisted into a frown. “Is this going somewhere?”

You pushed up and out of the chair, almost tripping over your own feet in your deprecation to get to him. You threw yourself at him, his tired eyes widening in panic as his arms shot out to grab hold of you. The two of you went tumbling back, Shinso ending up sprawled across his bed and you practically laying on top of him. You pushed yourself up onto your hands and knees, hovering over him and still grinning a little manically. “If they thought that you and I were going on a date it might encourage them to actually do something”.

You shifted your weight onto one hand, quickly tapping him on the end of the nose. It was a brilliant idea and you couldn’t believe you hadn’t thought of it before. It was probably wrong to deceive them like that but desperate times call for desperate measures and you were truly desperate at this point.

“No. Absolutely not,” he snapped, hands gripping at you tightly as he shoved you off of him and onto the bed before he stood, shoving a hand through his already messy hair and going to walk away from you. Groaning you sat up, hands darting out to grab at his arm and keeping him in place. “Shinso please. I haven’t got long left before I get shipped off to fucking Alaska. Please for me?” you begged him, eyes wide and pleading even though he wasn’t looking at you. It was a low blow, reminding him of your impending return to prison but you knew he wanted you to have memories to take back with you and though he was against it he would give in to you. Just like every time before.

Groaning he lifted a hand to his face, rubbing it over his eyes. The room fell into silence as you waited for his answer. You could feel the hum of his quick under your hand, almost pulsing like another heartbeat. It was slow and steady and strong, tempting and familiar though not in the way Katsuki’s and Shoto’s were. Your hunger for their power would probably never leave you but after having them at your disposal almost every day since you had arrived it had become less all consuming. Shinso’s was still some sort of comfort though and you would miss his gentle purple glow and the open ease in which he let you touch him.

“Fine but you owe me” he sighed, the tension in his shoulders easing as his hand fell and he turned to look at you with a sad almost smile. “Anything,” you promised and you were not surprised to realise you meant it. Shinso could ask you to move mountains and topple empires and you would, just so he knew how much you appreciate him and everything he had done for you in the last year.

Huffing out in laughter Shinso returned to the bed, slipping his arm from your as he went. He sat back against the headboard, arm slung over it and looking at you expectantly. Smiling softly you crawled up the bed, slotting against his side and wrapping an arm around his middle. His own arm draped across your shoulders, pulling you closer and you went willingly, soaking in as much of the physical contact you could get before you went god knows how long without it.

You fell into silence again, Shinso absentmindedly playing with your hair. At some point he had retrieved his book from the floor, holding it in one hand and using his fingers to awkwardly flip the pages. It was nice, relaxing even and you were content to stay there for a while. “So is there a plan for this or you just want me to go taunt your little guard dogs into action,” Shinso’s casual tone threw you, having thought you were done talking for now.

Tipping your head back you were surprised to find him already looking down at you. Nervously your eyes darted off to the side and to the now rather small stack of envelopes on his desk. As much as the idea of Shinso just storming up to you whilst you were with the other two teens seemed funny it was also a sure fire way for him to end up with a broken nose and either frost bite or third degree burns. Plus you didn’t want him to actually ask you out, you just wanted the hint of it. Wanted Katsuki and Shoto jealous and panicked enough to act quickly and without giving it to much thought.

Sighing you turned back to him, patting him gently on the chest and giving him your best look of fond exasperation. “I think we can be a little more subtle then that”. He huffed out a little laugh, lips curling up into a rare soft smile. Not as rare as either Katsuki’s or Shoto’s but still infrequent enough that you would cherish it for years to come. “No pink unicorns and picnics on the moon then,” he teased, his words startling your own huff of laughter out of you. “Unfortunately no,” you smiled, turning your gaze away from him and looking down at the book that now lay open and forgotten on his lap. Your eyes darted across the page, taking in the small snippet of story and you recognise it for what it is, a bloody and gruesome tale designed to leave the reader not only horrified and scared but haunted by the possibilities of what lurked in the dark.

If it was nightmares he was after you could give him that, no fiction needed just the story of how you had come to be here at U.A. It wouldn’t be much of a tale, no happy ending to speak of. Just a small glimmer of hope before bleak despair took over. Max would scream until he was red in face if you told Shinso everything, he was already angry enough when he found out how much the perpetually tired teen knew but there had been no point lying after he had forced the first truth from your lips and the subsequent beat down he had received afterwards.

Sighing you glanced at the clock that sat on his bedside table, the neon red numbers glowing brightly. “I should go,” you mumbled, reluctantly pushing away from Shinso’s warmth and shuffling off the bed. You had been due in Evans’ office almost an hour ago now and he would only give you so much time before he went looking for you. Normally you wouldn’t care but you had told Shoto where you were going and he and Katsuki would be the first people Evans went to, not even bothering to turn your tracker on and just assuming you would be with them like always.

Shinso didn’t say anything but you could feel his eyes on you as you headed towards the door, shoving your shoes back on with a pout. He seemed to sense the shift in your mood, something that was getting more frequent the closer the end of the school year got and thankfully he allowed you the time to gather your wits before heading off to the mandatory meeting with Evans’. Things had been rather tense between you and the detective since Christmas and you were not looking forward to another hour or so of the awkward and stilted small talk that would proceed him telling you what you really wanted to know.

Your father hand been spotted in South Korea not even a week ago, rather brazenly actually, even smiling at the security camera before leaving the bank he had just robbed. He wanted you to know he was coming for you, was dragging it out as probably some kind of punishment, leaving a trail of breadcrumbs behind just so you could see as he got closer and closer. It was worrying everyone, even the teachers were tense and on edge. Plans had been brought forward in reaction to his ever tightening grasp, your departure for Alaska now set to happen whilst the graduation ceremony took place instead of afterwards like it had been planned originally.

You, the detective and a select few heroes would slip out amongst the commotion and fan fair, using the whole thing as a diversion. It would be a shame you wouldn’t get to say goodbye, wouldn’t get to see your friends happy faces as they transition from heroes in training to actual licensed and fully qualified heroes but it was probably for the best. If you actually had to say goodbye to Katsuki and Shoto you didn’t think you would make it, braking down before the words even made it past your lips.

Shinso opened the door for you, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed and watching you intently as if he was looking for some sign that you were about to break and he would have to catch the pieces. Turning you offered him a smile, trying to make it as wide and playful as you could muster. “Lunch tomorrow?” you wiggled an eyebrow at him, tongue pocking out from between your lips. He huffed in amusement rolling his eyes at you but he was smiling softly again so you counted it as a win.

His smile turned into something wicked and you groaned at his next words, “sure you can help me cram for finals”. That was the last thing on your mind right now. Even if you did have to take the stupid tests, they didn’t change anything for you and at this point it all seemed like a gigantic waist of everyone’s time but not for Shinso, so if he wanted help you would give it to him but you wouldn’t be happy about it. “Fine but I will do it reluctantly with a lot of complaining and a fair amount of inappropriate comments” you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest and giving him a pointed look. “So no different to normal then”.

You stuck your tongue out at him, his laughter low and rumbling. The whole exchanged had lifted your spirits slightly and with a mumbled “night” you blew him a kiss and headed on your way, the gentle click of his door closing sounding before you had even made it to the end of the corridor.

The common room was full as you made your way through, people turning and calling out greetings as you passed and you made sure to smile back brightly, wishing them all good night as you went. Class B had gotten used to you coming and going months ago and they hardly payed you any attention now when you came breezing in like you lived there. You were lucky Vlad King didn’t kick you out on your ass every time he caught you despite how often he told you off for disappearing into Shinso’s room for hours at a time. The only reason you could think you got away with it was because they all knew that you and Shinso weren’t doing anything other than studying or sleeping. Well not sleeping in Shinso’s case.

The night was cool as you stepped outside, the sun already on its way to setting. Sighing you contemplated just saying fuck it and head back to the dorms and barge your way in to whatever Katsuki or Shoto were up to but Evans would just come looking and ruin all your fun. As if on queue your phone dinged loudly, signalling at text and you quickly retrieved it, already knowing who it was from and sure enough the detectives name was showing in a little text bubble. You huffed at his words, the threat of having only five minutes to show yourself before he went looking for you a real one that you had ignored many times before and had ended up almost being dragged to his office. You sent him a quick text, telling him you were coming before shoving the phone back into your pocket.

You shot your dorm a longing look as you hurried past, eyes darting up to where you knew Shoto’s room to be and finding the light on. You wondered if he had told Katsuki yet that you had been the one to gift them the chocolates or if he had kept that little bit of information to himself? Either way it didn’t really matter, you didn’t think it would make either of them suddenly want to ask you out. You could only hope that whatever you and Shinso ended up doing worked.

You had never been on a date before and rather liked the idea of your first one being with either Katsuki or Shoto. It would be a good memory to take with you when you left. You could only hope that it would end up being a good memory for them as well.

*Echo by Carol Ann Duffy

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Daisuzu after ep11 💴💗

OK we have Hoshiharu as well surprise surprise! @innovativestruggles this is your request of Suzue inviding Daisuke's bed at night so here ya go~ *there's a moment you'll think it'd turn into something explicit but in reality it's not so enjoy!*

That night Daisuke went to bed earlier after completing his business commitments, he was tired and reluctant of doing any other sorts of activities. He changed into his gray pajamas, brushed his teeth and tucked himself under the sheets, the same sheets Suzue brought him under a couple of days ago and he smiled a little. Now that he remembered it, it reminded him of the embarrassment he needed to undergo in order to avoid HEUSC's curiosity of trying to collect data on the things they were discussing during their stay at the mansion.

At least he was glad that everything was over; Kikuko was arrested, the AL was handed to MCPTF and everyone threw a big party to celebrate another marvelous win in the name of justice. Daisuke stayed just for a little bit because Kato and Hoshino got so drunk that they tied ties around their heads, climbed on the table and started singing incomprehensibly and although it looked funny, it wasn't for a person like him, the millionaire detective who got used to high-end types of gatherings. Besides, he couldn't allow himself to pass out in front of so many people, Kato was an exception though and it stayed at that.

When he arrived home, it was the first time that Suzue saw him after everything they've been going through. She stood at the entrance expectantly but refused to move any further because, although she felt enormous happiness upon seeing him coming back safe, she wanted to respect his boundaries and not to let her feelings get to her. Nonetheless, she couldn't completely deny them and that was prominent when the tears she was holding in for so long started falling down her face. Daisuke approached her with a bottle of Dom Perignon Champagne from 1973 and hugged her as if his life depended on it. The guilt of worrying her so much during their fight at the ship made him realize just how much Suzue meant to him and he wanted to let her know.

They drank the champagne in elegant thin glasses while the fireplace radiated with beautiful autumn-like atmosphere inside of their royal mansion. They talked and Suzue couldn't keep her hand away from his which Daisuke didn't mind. In fact, it made him calm and he felt a certain warmth filling his heart. He finally felt free after a long time; his days weren't boring and hollow anymore, his mother's murder has finally been solved and he made sure to check on his old man once a week. The doctors told him to give him some time for recovery since his memory was still damaged from the way Kikuko locked him out. Daisuke listened to their instructions and hoped for the best, everything he wanted was talk to his father the way he always used to.

Seeing Suzue's concerned expression made him sympathize and he invited her to sit with him on the sofa. Suzue blushed on the suggestion but she got up and sat down on his lap, with her legs crossed to his right. He placed one hand on her back while the other held her hand on her lap. Suzue leaned against his chest and Daisuke watched her eyes from below. She was beautiful like this and he snuggled his head into her right shoulder.

"He's going to be alright, I have a good feeling about this." Daisuke reassured.

"I can't believe that Mrs. Kikuko held him like this for 19 years. The sole thought of us sharing the same space during your absence sent chills down my spine."

"I know but now she's in a place where she belongs and you're safe. Please stop worrying, you've been doing this all day long."

He kissed her shoulder and she leaned her head on his.

"I know but it's hard to believe after everything we've been going through. She was so nice and I trusted her."

"Yes but she never really loved us. Everything she ever did was taking care of her own interests, money and adollium. And it meant so much more to her than my mother’s life or my father's well-being. This entire family was suffering because of her and her obsession with materialism clouded her mind."

...

"But that's why I have you and from now on there will never be a day where my motivations won't be aimed at anything else but our own happiness."

Suzue kissed him and this was actually the first time they ever shared a moment like this. Their lips parted and they looked at each other with big surprised eyes. Suzue started apologizing and getting up from her position but Daisuke pulled her back and kissed her more passionately. Suzue couldn't believe that he truly returned her feelings. After so many dangers and so many missions, he decided to show affection on the most carefree of events. He wasn't drunk, but she truly couldn't tell since his face was just as flush as when he used to exaggerate with his drink or two and she laughed a little. The blush was a nice contrast to his deep blue eyes and she leaned closer to capture his lips again but then he turned her around on her back and now she was laying on the sofa while he was hovering above her. He started to remove his waistcoat but then Suzue interrupted

"Don't you love this sofa? You're always talking about it as if it's one of your favorite items in the house."

Daisuke laughed under his breath, way to ruin the moment.

"I can buy a new sofa but I can't buy you. You are irreplaceable, my dear. Is that a satisfying enough reason for you?"

"Hm yes I think you're ri-" Daisuke caught her lips once again and continued leaving trails down her neck and collar bone.

Suzue removed his black striped tie, he unbuttoned her taupe-colored coat and the moment the situation started to heat up, Daisuke's phone ringed and he picked it up annoyingly.

On the other line was Kato who was talking somewhat slurishly "Kambe.. bout our movin' to England.. I just remembered bout the visas.. and travel insurance. I need to check everythin' before the final term.. so tell me when do you plan on leavin'. I be wantin' to do everything on time."

"You're planning on doing this drunk?"

"I'm not DRUNK Kambe.. I can still stand!"

"Congratulations on being one with the mankind, Kato-keibu."

Hoshino answered from the other side "Kambe-san! Please take care of sempai.. And don't let him go too far. You know how he can be."

"What does that even mean Hoshi?!" Haru sounded offended.

"Nothing.. besides the fact that you're reckless af.. which is hot."

"Reallyyyyyy~" Haru teased him and rustling could be heard through the phone.

"Guys can you leave the snogging for another time? I have something important to do."

"W-w-who is snogging?!" Hoshino sounded flustered.

"Who are you doing? Suzue-san?" Haru teased.

"It's really none of yo-"

"Ah-ah, don't try to deny it Kambe. I saw you two comin' from your room.. looking like a MESS!"

"Wait really?! Hoshino exclaimed surprised."

"Yup."

"I thought the two were related.. they looked similar tho."

"We're getting this all the time, it's for Suzue's decoy." Daisuke said.

"Oooooooo!" the guys replied in unison and Daisuke massaged his temples. Why was he even talking to the two drunks?

"Anyways, Kato, you have a week before departure and in the meantime you'll be able to organize everything. If there's a problem with time management you can contact me and I'll pay for the insurance if needed."

"Thanks Kambe! In moments like this I completely forget what of an asshole you can be. Say hi to Suzue for me."

Daisuke ended the call and sighed in defeat. He turned around expecting Suzue on the sofa but she wasn't there, great.

She came from the kitchen carrying two cups of Twinings Pure Camomile Tea and handed him the cup.

"It's been a long day and I thought you might need something for the relaxation."

"I'm sorry for this."

Suzue pecked his lips and stroked the back of his neck "You know that I love you all the same, no matter what happens."

Daisuke leaned and pressed their foreheads together "I'm going to miss you so much."

"Why?" Suzue was confused.

"You need to relax too, you deserve it. What do you say about a nice little vacation while I'm fighting crimes in the UK?"

"In this case I want to be in England for the vacation. What if something happens and I won't be able to help?" Suzue pouted and Daisuke smiled softly, she was so cute.

"That's the point of the vacation dear, you're supposed to enjoy yourself more. I'll be fine," Daisuke touched his earing device "HEUSC, give me the most luxurious destination to spend holidays in."

"However you say."

"Are you sure about this? You won't mind?" Suzue asked concerned.

"Of course. Besides, you never really got the chance to relax since you were too preoccupied with my mother's case."

"Place of your interest: Bora Bora, French Polynesia." HEUSC replied.

"Here, I'll book you the rest and everything you have to do is take the stuff you'll need. Don't forget the sunscreen, the sun is really strong out there."

Suzue looked sheepishly at her fingers fiddling "Thank you, I don't want to come across as ungrateful but I'd really appreciate if you joined me one day. That is, if you ever find the time."

"It's going to be difficult since the crime rate is getting higher because of the adollium smuggle. It's another challenge for all of us, but we will overcome that as well."

He took her hands in his "So yes, I'll join you for a day or more."

"Good enough for me." Suzue smiled and hugged him and he returned with the same warmth and comfort. They stayed like this for some time while Suzue held her head on his shoulder. It was a feeling she never wanted to forget.

And that's how it came about. They entered their own rooms, did their nightly routine and went to bed. And as much as he tried, Daisuke couldn't fall asleep because of all the things that went through his head. The world will be a more dangerous place from now on and adollium will be one of the key milestones in preserving the well-being of all people. Maybe the grandma was right, maybe the world wasn't mature enough for this kind of responsibility. Perhaps Kato helped him in bringing one of the most important decisions in his life, but then what? How can he proceed? What should he do? Was there a reason for him to be worried at all? He felt guilty for his family's project and troubles it brought for all of them. He could convince Suzue in his words but there was no way he could convince himself. He was hopeless.

But then he heard someone quietly entering his room and, being the only other person in the house, of course he concluded that it was Suzue. He heard her carefully inviding his bed, lying behind his back and placing her hands around him on his chest. Without a word, he took her smaller hand in his own and kissed her knuckles.

Maybe his life just became more difficult but as long as Suzue was there by his side, he could sleep without a worry in the world.

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[oikoneko]

Comte de saint-germain yandere headcanons:

Song: Happy Together - Filter

From the first time that I laid my eyes on Comte I instantly got yandere vibes and even when I dug up deeper in his character, he still gives me yandere vibes and he is a yandere with great potential (wtf?) so I made these up!

I'm not a writing blog and I know that my "writing" is absolute garbage.

I don't take requests, I'm sorry :(

Yandere type: delusional, obsessive, manipulative.

This behavior is due to him being alone for a really long time and being unable to find love.

So when you came, you were like the perfect person for him, you were beautiful, hardworking, intelligent and very nice, how could he not fall in love with you!

When you decide to stay at the mansion with him and everyone, he was beyond relieved, yes there was a plan B and no you wouldn't like it.

He knew that you would reciprocate his feelings, he is extremely handsome, charming, and loaded.

He will shower you with gifts, take you to ballrooms with him and will literally give you the whole world.

"If she won't love me for who I am, then a couple a dozen of gifts would sure make her love me!"

Everyone would notice how special you are to him and how he is treating you like a QUEEN.

But nobody actually cared since you are the only girl in here, so no wonder he is spoiling you.

Let's talk about jealousy ;)

Comte is, even canonly (is that a word?) a very jealous person, okay now how would he be as a yandere? An absolute monster

He wouldn't be that jealous at first because he would be almost SURE that you would love him back.

But when you didn't love him for him and even for his gifts and money, he started getting desperate and paranoid.

He would get kind of irritated when you spend too much time (in his opinion) with the other residents.

"She's just trying to make me jealous."

He would order Sebastian to let you have more off days, your rouge visits would last longer, your little tea time with him would be longer, forget about spending time with the others like you used to, he would be kind of annoyingly following you everywhere.

The other residents would know better than to actually be around you that much and make him get mad.

He is good at punishing them after all

The punishments for trying to steal you spending time with you is only for them, he would NEVER punish you, no, you're too sweet and pure to be punished.

He doesn't actually notice this like ever! He just thinks that he loves you and that's it.

This when you started getting kind of freaked out and stopped going to his room for tea and to give him rouge, you even told Sebastian that you would like to stop going to Comte's room all together.

Of course, Comte would know about this immediately from Sebastian, and from him being way too observant when it comes to you.

He would be delighted actually!

"MC is in love with me finally! She's so embarrassed and nervous to be around me!"

In his mind, you're now in a relationship with him and you distancing yourself from him is a confession of your love for him.

Because Comte believes that you two are "in love" he would try to convince you to stay and not go back to your time.

"You won't have to worry about getting up in the morning to go to work, forget about rent or fake friends! I will do everything for you, you won't have to worry about a single thing."

If you refused to stay, then you left him with no choice MC.

He will pretend to take you out in the day you're supposed to leave, saying that since it's your last day then you two have to go out for the last time

He will try to make you forget about the door. You're out in a nice, expensive restaurant eating the most delicious food ever, and drinking the finest wine you have ever tasted.

He is so charming that you will actually get distracted and listen to his stories about the past and how life used to be in this particular century... etc.

After a while you will get lightheaded and dizzy.

This is when you slowly start losing consciousness.

"Darling, you must be tired! Let's go home, I have a pleasant surprise for you."

[shigarakis-fifth-hand]

Bakugo x Reader; Catch Ya Later

Enjoy the series! <3 one two three

   Bakugo sat upright in the hospital chair, sleeping soundlessly with small, light snores. “Katsuki…” A nurturing voice interrupted his dreams, someone trying to wake him. “Ugh, fuck this kid. Katsuki!” Bakugo’s shoulder was grabbed and shook, waking him suddenly. 

“M-Mom?!” Katsuki looked up to see his parents, a terrible sight to see at 2 am. “What are you doing here?!” He asked loudly, picking himself up and dusting off his knees and hands. “Your teachers called us. Apparently you refused to leave and threatened a nurse.” Mitsuki explained as Bakugo rolled his eyes annoyingly. 

“Listen, Y/n is in surgery because of me. I can’t just… not be here when she gets out. I need her to see that I waited for her, and I need to be there for her. It’s my fault she’s here, it’d be terrible to sleep at the dorms while she’s here, alone and terrified.” Bakugo expressed, feeling guilt weighing down his stomach.

   “She’s not alone Katsuki, plus…” Mitsuki looked around at the nurses walking around the hospital, giving the boy the side-eye. “I’m pretty sure you’ve overused your welcome. You can come back to see your little crush tomorrow.” She smiled at her flustered son. 

“Now, let’s go.” Katsuki stood up and looked over at his two teachers who sat together. Aizawa nodded, giving the okay. Katsuki finally walked out, feeling his heartache with every step. He just wanted to see you again.

   Shoto and Shinso luckily got to stay, sitting across from each other in the uncomfortable hallway chairs. “So you and Bakugo are… fighting tomorrow night if I heard right?” Shinso asked curiously as Shoto nodded. “Uh, yeah. He said that Y/n confessed that she liked him or whatever. I think it’s time someone put him in his place.” He explained as Shinso nodded. “Hmm, I see. Where will you be fighting?” Shinso once again asked as Shoto chuckled.

 “The field outside of the dormitories just past the woods. Why?” Sho asked as the other laughed in return. “I just… I find this love triangle of yours so amusing. I didn’t know things like this happened in real life. No offense to you of course. I just never understood it.” Shinso kept talking as Shoto sat there next to him, unamused. This was no tv-show or story line.

   This was Shoto’s life. Y/n was his world, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. “Well it does. And it is. And I’m going to win.” Shoto leaned against the wall and shut his eyes, liking the silence of the hospital hallways compared to the dorms. There was no yelling, no laughing, and nobody getting up to get water in the middle of the night.

   Just as Sho was about to get relaxed though, Endeavor stormed through the doors. “Shoto! What are you doing here?”  He yelled, his loud voice making everything shake around him. “My friend just got out of surgery. What are you doing here?” He asked his father who glared at him angrily. “I just got a very angry text from your teacher’s phone saying that you weren’t going back to the dormitory. Do you know how important it is to get a good night’s sleep? If I stayed up all night whenever a fellow hero got injured, do you think I’d be the top hero? NO!” Shoto rolled his eyes as his father kept yelling.

 “Shoto, just go. He’s going to wake up everyone if he keeps going on like this. Don’t worry, I’ll tell her you wanted to stay.” Shinso comforted the red-and-white-haired boy. “F-Fine. Tell her I’ll be right back in the morning.” Sho told the boy across from him before walking alongside his dad out the door.

   “Like hell, I will.” Shinso laughing lightly, getting up and going inside of your hospital room. She sat there, mindlessly spacing out at the wall before he came in. “Shinso.” She smiled, fully opening her eyes. “How are you feeling?” He asked, hating the look of all the wires connected to you after your surgery. “I’ve felt better.” You grabbed his hand and smiled warmly at him. 

“Thank you for staying with me. I always get so lonely. Your dads are great, but they have classes tomorrow to teach and I know they need to be at least somewhat awake at their job.

   “Yeah, except let’s be honest. Aizawa is never fully awake.” Shinso joked, making you giggle. “Anyways, thank you.” You pulled his hand down, making him lean into you. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and ruffled his purple, fuzzy hair. “I know. I tried to make the other guys stay too, but neither wanted to stay the whole night as I did.. You know how insensitive teenage boys can be.” Shinso lied, trying his best not to smile. 

Little did any of them know that Shinso had sent all of the adults messages saying to come to get their child, hoping it would help his plan even more. He was going to make Y/n fall in love with him if it was the last thing he did, and not those two idiots that were going to physically fight over her.

   “Every boy except you Shinso. Thank you.” You mumbled, before closing your eyes, your hand tightly intertwined with his as you fell asleep. “I love you,” Shinso whispered as softly as he could, running his hand down your beautiful face. “So… much.” 

   The next morning, you recovered smoothly from your surgery and were allowed to heal at the dorms until further notice. Shinso and his fathers were more than happy to help you move some of your stuff there, and you were excited to be out of the hospital. Shinso sat at your side the entire time, only leaving to go to a few of his more important classes, and get you your homework that Aizawa left aside for his son to take to you. 

You appreciated it but noticed how neither Sho nor Bakugo came to see you, no matter even though you texted them that day. Maybe they were just busy, yes. That had to be it.

    Unknowing to you, the two boys you were thinking about were preparing themselves to fight. Just downstairs, Bakugo worked out in the gym, collecting sweat and lifting weights and warming up his muscles to the max.

   Todoroki sat in his room, finishing up the homework while he had the chance. He had been ignoring his phone all day, getting prepared for that night. He stretched out his muscles, warmed up with push-ups, and now was cleaning his room. He knew that the fight would get violent and that it was probably both would be leaving with injuries, especially since neither was the type to quit. Sho knew he had to win, not just the fight, but the ability to confess his love to you without Bakugo trying to mess everything up.

 That way, Shoto would be the only guy who had a crush on you, and he would be able to fully get into a relationship. At least… that’s what he thought.

   Shinso sat on the floor of his room, laying on the fuzzy carpet as he texted you. All he had to do was give the boys enough time to stir up trouble, and then he would bring you out to see the disaster. You’d get mad at both, end up running back to your room, and you’d be all Shinso’s. He planned what he would say, and how he would confess. Surprisingly, he wasn’t nervous like usual. He was excited.

   A few hours passed, the sun began to set, and it was time. Todoroki showed up early, leaning against the wall as he waited for his opponent to show. Bakugo, on the other hand, showed up late. He had a bad idea about this. At first, Shoto wasn’t even sure Katsuki was coming until he saw the spiky blonde hair approach him under the street lights.

   “Now, let’s handle the basics. Nothing too powerful or noisy, since we aren’t even supp-“ Todoroki was interrupted by Bakugo laughing. “You scared Half-and-Half? Or just stalling for time? You know… we could skip all the basics and you can just back out now.” Katsuki grunted as Todoroki shook hs head. “Fine, you say when and we start.” Bakugo chuckled, very aware now about how serious Shoto was. “Fine then. I say now.” And their long fight began.

   Shinso got up out of his room and walked down the long hallways connecting the 1-A and 2-A dorm rooms. Finally, he arrived at your door. A cute little whiteboard on the door that said ‘Hiii! Please knock!’ Now, the fight would be happening blocks down the road where it wouldn’t be so loud, so Shinso needed a good excuse to get you there.

   You opened the door to see your best friend standing there, smiling sleeping. “Hey Shin, what’s up?” You questioned him as he shook his head, wiping away a fake tear. “I just had a bad dream and need to take a walk. Want to join me?” He invited, extending his hand. Not wanting to leave your friend in a state of crisis, and also wanting to break some rules, you nodded. “Let me grab my shoes.” 

   Down the block, Katsuki and Shoto thrashed around, using their quirks to bruise, blister, break, and burn each other. It was nothing but painful for the both of them. Katsuki could feel his insides shaking due to the cold, and Todoroki winced at an explosion he took to the face, causing a very mild burn on his cheek. “Why are you doing this? You don’t have the connection I have with her!” Todoroki yelled at him from across the field. 

“Yes I do. I love her. I hurt her, and now I need to fight to get her back. It’s necessary.” Katsuki explained, heavily breathing and panting, about to pass out. “No you don't. Be her friend, be her best friend even. I don’t care. Just stay away from her romantically. I like her too much to let her go.” Todoroki tried to reason before a random explosion shot near his head. 

   “Shut up!! Shut!! Up!! I’m obsessed with her. The moment she walked in, my life changed. She finds the good in me. She makes me happy. I’m in college now, and I have yet to feel anything for anyone besides her. No celebrity crushes. No girlfriends. She proved to me that I can feel emotions. I’m never going to lose her to anyone.” Bakugo confessed, leaving Todoroki speechless. 

“Well then, I guess we will have to play the long game.” Bakugo prepared, watching the flames emerge from Shoto’s backside. He knew now that Todoroki was dead serious, but good thing that he was too. 

   Shinso and you made your way down the sidewalk slowly, just talking. You told him about how recovery was going, and even made sure to tell him how lonely you were. “Todoroki and Bakugo haven’t even talked to me since I began staying in the dormitories. It is nice though, everyone else has dropped by gifts and stuff in the mornings before school.” You smiled softly at the ground, reminded of all the flowers, gift cards, and food left at your doorstep.

 “They have been acting weird lately since the hospital. I guess you’ll have to talk to them, I’m not that close to them. Too annoying for my taste personally.” Shinso confessed as you giggled, thinking he was joking.

 “They can be a little much, but Shoto is always dying to help me with my homework, and take me shopping. Bakugo, on the other hand…” Shinso looked over to see your eyes sparkling as you smiled like an idiot, and clenched his fist.

   “He has anger issues, and can act like a jerk sometimes. Everyone has their own issues, some more than less. But he means well, and he tries. I think that’s all that matters really.” You thought out loud before you felt a hand on your shoulder. “What about me? What would you say I am?” He asked, turning you towards him as you noticed how close he was suddenly. “You’re nice, and friendly. I don’t know, you’re one of the bros. You were so welcoming into your home, and you’ve really treated me like a sister. You’re like a brother to me. Actually, I’d say you were my best friend.” You grinned at him as he smiled back. You were so naïve and innocent.

   “Best friend? Well…” Before Shinso could say anything, you heard a large explosion in the background. Turning, you saw familiar explosions and ice everywhere. Before you knew it, your legs picked up and you were sprinting towards the crash. “Hey, Y/n wait!” Shinso yelled, running after you, but unable to keep up. You ran blocks, full-on sprinting, until you turned to see a horrid image. Todoroki holding Bakugo’s body, Bakugo knocked out cold. “Oh my god! Shinso! Shinso!” You screamed at the top of your lungs before running to him. “We… We were training, and we went too hard. I hit him at a bad angel and he hit his head.” Sho explained as you examined Katsuki. 

Sure enough, a small stream of blood came from his arm, and another deep gash was on his leg. “Go get Aizawa.” You murmured, beginning to get your phone out of your back pocket. You looked up to see Shoto, still frozen as he stared at Katsuki’s body. “Go!” You screamed, now angry at Shoto.

   Finally, Shinso caught up with you, and froze as he saw Katsuki on the ground. “Help me!” You screamed before turning back to Katsuki. You ripped off a piece of your shirt and brought it to his arm. You made Shinso hold down the small strip of cloth while you dialed the paramedics. After calling, you began to shake the blonde. “Katsuki? Are you okay?” You tried shaking him, or smacking his face slightly, but he had no response. 

“Katsuki… please… please…” You began crying, not even noticing as Aizawa appeared next to you. “Y/n, get away from the body.” He instructed, beginning to pull you away before you pushed his arm away. “No! Please!” You kept staring at Bakugou as Shinso and then Sho had to pull you away from the body. “Please don’t take me away from him! Please!” You began sobbing, before you turned and hugged Shoto, desperate for some attention.

 “Please. Please.” You continued to cry, shutting your eyes tight as the sound of an ambulance filled your ears, but you didn’t care. Bakugo was hurt.

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[ithecrystaldragonheart]

A Tale of Swapped Bros

This is why I despise humans,Sesshomaru thought as he silently seethed from his perch in the tree.It hadn’t been enough that he had to face a doppelganger of Kikyo,(he refused to dwell in the emotions that evoked),but that thrice-damned priestess was responsible for the cursed artifact now hanging around his neck and that girl had somehow managed to scatter the Shikon jewel all over Japan.

His brother would probably laugh himself hoarse if he found out that a “mere human” had put a collar on him like some common dog despite his claims of being above them.

Humans were despicable and rarely lived long enough to make a significant impact...even Kikyo-

No.He would not think about that traitorous woman and he certainly wouldn’t think about how for just a moment he had been fooled into thinking that young girl was her.

That stunt with using the crow demon’s foot would have been mildly clever if she hadn’t,I repeat,somehow managed to scatter the Shikon jewel all over Japan.

It made him snarl just thinking about it.

If she didn’t make the endeavor of finding the shards significantly easier he would have set off immediately to find them himself,though if she proved to be as annoying as she seemed he might just risk it.

To all the world it seemed as if he was studying the scenery with a bored expression but as Kikyo had called it he was “brooding with the emotional expression of a mountain”.

Damn it,he did it again.It wasn’t even that clever or especially humorous,just a teasing exaggeration.

That human girl,Kagome,she had none of the elegance or discipline of Kikyo and even less shame if she insisted on running around with that short skirt. And what was her obsession with his ears?

That didn’t matter.He would simply follow her as she led him to the jewel shards and he would finally be able to became a full demon and shed his disgusting human half that had given him,(and his mother),nothing but grief and mockery.

He certainly wouldn’t make the mistake of getting attached to a human again.

~~~

“Aren’t you going to leave them in your time?”

Kagome paused and turned to him.It was still unsettling to see the stone-faced, silver-haired half-demon in her home and time.

Thankfully he had refrained from insulting her family up to now but she wouldn’t push her luck too far and hoped that these situations were few and far between.

“Leave what?” she asked and quickly thought of what he could be referring to, her bike and magazines coming to mind.

He gave her a bland look that he saved for when he thought she was being especially stupid,which hurt mostly because he was usually right.He didn’t have to be so mean about it though.

“The jewel shards.I sense no demons in your time,which is somewhat concerning for me,and only you and I can traverse through the well so this is the perfect place to hide them.” Sesshomaru explained in his doesn’t-sound-patronising-but-is-actually-patronising voice.

Again,he was right and she was left feeling like an idiot.She put her backpack down and sheepishly jogged back to her house.

“And while we’re on the subject,could you please wear more practical clothes.   I don’t care if you like flashing your undergarments at everyone but I prefer my traveling companions dressed sensibly.”

“SIT BOY!”

Crash!

“WOULD YOU STOP DOING THAT YOU IMPUDENT WENCH!”

~~~

The two brothers stared at each other,wondering who would be making the first move.

Inuyasha didn’t like that he would have to be on the defense and could feel the disapproval radiating off the younger sibling and the look of surprise and various other expressions he didn’t like on the humans he allied himself with.

“She’s really cute- “ the priestess started but he quickly cut her off.

“Not a word brat.Not.A.Word.” he threatened with no attempt to conceal his growl.

Never again would he relent on Rin’s request for a piggyback ride and would never again accept a flower crown of hers - at least not if there were witnesses around.

Jaken seemed to blame Rin more and instead praised his tolerance and patience for not killing her when she dared ask anything of the sort of him.

“I do admit that it’s a good look on you.” that cheeky monk remarked with that annoyingly innocent smile.

“At least we don’t have to be concerned about you wanting to hurt her.” added the demon hunter,seemingly trusting that he wouldn’t be able to immediately attack them so long as he was carrying Rin.

“Why won’t you let me do that,Sesshomaru?” Shippo pouted at the aloof and unamused half-demon.He had to snicker at the twitch that evoked in his brother.

The little girl stared at the group curiously,most likely because they dared joke about him to his face.

“Do you know these people,Inuyasha-niisama?”

Oh crap.Of all the times for her to use that stupid nickname she just had to pick now and he was now regretting his half-hearted attempts to get her to stop.It was hard to even be mad at her when he new that it was completely innocent.

Clearly they had the sense not to laugh out loud and push their luck but they didn’t really try to hide their expressions.Then the little fox proved once and for all he had no self-preservation and positively howled.

The infamously hot-headed dog demon general gently lowered Rin to the ground and approached with deceiving calmness.

Having brought this on himself the rest of party moved aside to leave him to his fate,the brat rolling on the ground and not even noticing his approaching doom.

Let’s just say Shippo didn’t dare laugh at him for a long while,his head smarting whenever the older demon was mentioned.

[salty-ironstrange-shipper]

For convenience’s sake, I’ve compiled my dark ironstrange/supremefamily headcanons

----

So I love the Dark!Stephen Headcannon, do you have any Dark!Tony or maybe some Dark!Ironstrange ones?

You guys have found my weakness

Some more dark!Stephen ones because I misread this at first (these are separate from the ones at the bottom)

Stephen reads Tony’s mind all the time. He always knows exactly what Tony wants to hear and how to manipulate his emotions. He plays with his insecurities constantly and often makes it seem as though the world is against them and all Tony has is him.

If someone who Tony cares about can be manipulated to his side, they’re fine. If they can’t, then prepare to watch him slowly convince Tony that you don’t actually care about him and are working against him.

Peter’s fine - he’s still young and fresh eyed, and Stephen has no trouble swaying him. But Rhodey and Pepper? Gone.

Pepper was easy - their relationship was already on the brink. He just pushed it over. But cutting off Rhodey involved weeks of prodding at their sore spots and the Accords and the rogue Avengers, and then it’s too late. Tony won’t even listen to him try to warn him away from Stephen. There’s nothing they can do.

Now onto what you actually asked for when I looked at it again

Dark!Tony

It started after Ultron and Wanda’s magic. Tony hated himself, hated destruction, hated what he’d done to the world. But instead of going the route of accountability and the Accords, he takes a different one — it was his job to protect the world, no matter the cost.

He obsessively builds weapons and uses them indiscriminately against his enemies — villains, terrorists, the UN when they tried to control him, the Avengers when they tried to stop him.

He realizes that he can’t protect the world like this. There are too many variables, too much out of his control. The only solution is to take it under his control.

He starts with New York, makes it his central hub. He strikes hard and fast, so fast that by the time whatever other superheros are left can even begin to respond, the city is his.

Drones that patrol the streets. Forced implants that know when you’re planning to hurt someone — or plotting against him. The city has never been safer.

He clears out the prisons and uses them as shelters for refugees, abuse victims, the homeless. After all, what are the prisoners going to use them for now that they’re dead?

It’s during a trip to one of these buildings — he always finds time for the people he’s so carefully protecting — that he finds a young boy (I’m fudging the timeline, not @ me) who tells him that his aunt and uncle died in the attack on New York and that he’s been shuffled around foster homes before ending up there. It’s not the nicest place, but there’s food and it’s warm and no one dares hurt anyone else.

Tony is so heartbroken by his story that he’s moved to take the boys home and raise him as his own. He won’t be having kids of his own now with Pepper dead, fallen when she tried to report his plans.

“What’s your name?” “Peter Parker.” “Well, now you’re going to be Peter Stark.”

And for a while Tony is happy. But it’s not long before he sets his sights on the rest of the country … with the help of a new ally.

Dark!Ironstrange/Dark!Supremefamily (look, two for the price of one)

Stephen Strange has been watching him, and he likes what he’s found. Like Tony, he’s certain that the best way to protect the world is to control it — and he thinks the easiest way to do that will be together.

Getting Tony Stark to the sanctum is easy. Quick portal under his feet. Convincing him is almost as easy. When he looks at Tony’s mind he sees the wreckage of Wanda’s magic. The remnants of her power are easily disposed of and replaced with his. From there, all it takes is his manipulation, his assurance that they want the same thing and will get it faster together. He sees it the moment Tony agrees.

Together, the rest of the states fall to them. Stephen is no longer welcome at Kamar-Taj — tends to happen when you kill most of the people at a place — and the tower has long been destroyed. So they build a new place out of what remains of the Compound, one that is equal parts magic and science.

At first, Stephen pays attention to Peter because he knows that Tony will like it and feel more connected to him — though it is not hard to connect to a man so lonely now that the world has turned it’s back on him — but he’s surprised to realize one day that he cares for him, is proud of his resilience in a world that has tired to destroy him and how he has managed to keep a sense of childlike wonder despite the odds.

Peter adores them both. He doesn’t understand why the rest of the world hates them. Don’t they know that Tony and Stephen are just trying to keep them safe?

But somehow Stephen is blind to his own feelings for Tony until they’re fighting the last vestiges of the heroes. It’s them against Captain America, War Machine, and Scarlett Witch. Thor and Bruce never returned from space (at least not that Tony knows of), and T'Challa is keeping Wakanda closed off and safe from them, ignoring pleas of help (he knows he can’t keep the world safe, only his people).

Stephen never thought that he would see Tony die. Tony Stark seemed as invincible as any human could, but he was still human. And when Wanda blasts him out of the sky, he knows what fear is. He makes her know what it is.

It’s almost poetic, he thinks. Wanda Maximoff started this with her visions and now the last of the resistance ends with her. It’s the last thought on his mind before Tony wakes up. When they kiss this time, it’s real.

… So this was more involved than I thought it would be, but I hope you liked it.

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I love the Dark!Supremefamily AU so much.. can you make some more headcanons for it please?

I meant to do more of these on the last one, but I got kind of carried away, so thanks for giving me a chance to do some more:

Stephen teaches Peter magic. “Don’t tell your dad.” Stephen warns. “It’ll be our father-son secret.” Peter kept his secret because it was the first time Stephen ever called him son.

Tony is extremely protective of Peter. If anyone so much of thinks of hurting him (or if Tony thinks they are …), Tony will know, and that person will soon find themselves wishing for death. Stephen makes it easier by monitoring the minds of the people around them.

One of the things Tony did when he took over was take control of companies - including the one that created the spider that bit Peter. Peter’s there one day with Tony, working on learning everything he needs to know for when he’s an adult when one of the spiders gets loose and bites Peter.

Tony is angry and terrified. Even Stephen’s assurance that Peter would be fine was worthless. He never left Peter’s side while he alternated between unbearable pain and unconsciousness. When Peter finally got through it okay - better than okay, Peter thought, looking at his newfound muscle with eyes that saw so much more - Tony wept in relief.

For years, Peter begged Tony to let him fight. There were still people who considered them villains, who didn’t understand their work, and he was eager to prove himself. Tony always said no.

When Tony finds out about the magic lessons Stephen was giving Peter, he was irate. But Stephen always had a way of bringing him around to his way of thinking. “Peter is young now. He won’t be for much longer. He needs to know how to protect himself in a world that will want him dead. Or would you keep him powerless for the rest of his life?”

Tony reluctantly let it go, but he still refused to let Peter fight. Peter begged Stephen to intervene on his behalf, but he only ever smiled and assured Peter that his time would come. Eventually, he gives in enough to say, “Ask him again after your birthday. You’ll be an adult then.”

So Peter waited until his 18th birthday. Tony had been spending more and more time away from him lately, planning something. Peter didn’t know what since by then the planet was more or less completely under their control, and Stephen was annoyingly enigmatic when he asked him.

But eventually his birthday did come. Starting with a ceremonial sacrifice by Stephen, they spend the entire day celebrating. Peter can’t help not thinking about it when he’s too busy enjoying the attention.

When sunset comes, Tony halts the party to make an announcement. “Now, for what is clearly the most important part of the evening, I have a gift for my son.” Peter sat up in his chair as Tony moved to the middle of the room where a black tube connecting the ceiling and floor. “Peter, as my present, I give to you-” the tube opened, revealing- “The Iron Spider.”

Peter stared at the suit - red and blue and, if you looked closely, gold mandalas that showed Stephen’s influence, with a spider in the center of the chest. “Are you serious?”

“Of course. You’re going to need it after all. Because next month Stephen and I will lead our new campaign as we set our eyes not on the ground, but on the sky, and leave Earth and the Solar System to continue our work of protecting the world. And Peter will be with us.”

Peter was speechless. Stephen just smiled and said “Happy birthday.”

Tony made a toast. “To … the future.”

Their guests followed his lead. “To the future!”

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Please please give me more dark!supreme family, I'm obsessed Ps. I love your blog

I’ve created a monster

Stephen is the fun dad by design. Early on in his and Tony’s relationship, he would manipulate him into doing things that were overly strict or made Peter upset so that he could be the nice one and help Peter out

Stephen dampens Peter’s memories of his family and past friends so that he’ll be more accepting of them

Tony’s birthday present to Peter was the Iron Spider suit, but Stephen’s was a bit different - Steve Rogers, the only surviving hero fighting them, who Stephen happily killed in a blood ritual that would grant Peter protection, simultaneously giving his son a gift and ridding their family of an enemy

Tony is careful to include Peter as much as he can in the decisions he makes and what it takes to be a leader (cough*dictator*cough)

Peter matures quickly. He knows that his dads and their empire have a lot of enemies, and that they might die one day and he would need to take over

Peter didn’t have a lot of friends. Tony and his A.I. took up his schooling, and he was never able to get into contact with the people he remembered. Once Stephen got involved, he started spending time with the sorcerers, but he still spends most of his time with his dads

Usually, Peter goes to Tony for comfort and Stephen for advice. Of course, Stephen’s advice is usually along the lines of “just send them to the dark dimension” but sometimes that’s what you want to hear

That’s all I’ve got for now

[fics-not-tragedies]

In a Week: Chapter 4 🌲

I’m gonna keep posting even though I’d be doing it only for myself, because I’m too proud of it to stop doing so.

Words:  3270; Warnings: none, unless we count nudity; Summary: Andrew challenge Flo for an adventure in the woods.

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Monday, 12:20am

“You’ve got to be joking…” Flo replied breathlessly, trailing behind him down the muddy trail, the need to kick her heeled boots off right there, right now absolutely unbearable.

“Absolutely not!”

She bit her lip when he kept moving in silence, a few steps ahead of her at all times, navigating through the woods like he spend here his entire life. She shook her head as he turned another left and ran a hand through his hair which was falling into his face. It made no sense to her, knowing that she could quite easily refuse him, go to her room and get a much-needed early night’s sleep - but she was following him anyway, on to the next stupid adventure. Despite all the uncertainty, she trusted him, trusted him in a way she shouldn’t have trusted a man she’d known for all of an hour. Her heart continued to pound.

“Why this?” She asked, catching up to him at last after stepping out of her shoes and moving on barefoot, carrying the boots in her hands. He was fun and she was typically not, but this, this crazy idea, was surely pushing the boundaries for both of them.

“Well…” he drawled, looking at her for the first time since they left the building, his eyes heavy with liquor, sleeplessness and something else, “There’s not much I haven’t done… em… but I’ve never been skinny dipping in the woods. Since you already asked.”

Without any further elaboration, Andrew pushed apart the thick bushes that led to a wide creek running in the middle of the woods with an outstretched palm, delighted to find no one there. He grinned widely at the revelation, pushing them further apart, encouraging her to move onto the patch of green grass covered in small flowers and more shrubs, his eyebrow raised expectantly. Flo rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, but passed under his long arm quickly, her bare feet sinking into the damp grass. She shuffled forward awkwardly as he moved behind her, the thick branches moving back to their places after he let go of them.

The pouring rain finally stopped and even though they were in the middle of the woods in the dead of the night she felt hot, her cheeks burning. Flo couldn’t tell if it was the sudden change of environment or the company, but she felt the blush that crept onto her face. The water was surprisingly tranquil and if she squinted hard enough she could make out the edges of the creek. The only light came from the windows of the hotel which was in far distance now, desperately trying to get through the thickness of the greenery and the moon who was right above them, still full and bright and mesmerizing. She caught Andrew staring at it with childish amazement, his lips parted, his nose reflecting the ethereal glow. He smiled, like he knew something that he wasn’t ready to share yet.

Andrew was feeling light-headed, giddy on the alcohol coursing through him, still tasting nicotine on his lips and utterly obsessed with the way Flo was looking at him as she set down her boots onto the grass near the smaller shrubs. She tiptoed closer to him, just a couple of steps, but he turned to face her quickly, her eyes green with hope. It was like he just found a four leaved clover.

“This is such a bad idea!” she giggled at once, burying her head in her hands.

“Why?”

“Well… we’re not supposed to be in here. It’s a damned forest. What if we get eaten by a bear?”

“Stop worrying woman. Live a little!”

“I’ve never done anything like this!”

“This is my scary moment of the night, Flo…” he chuckled, already taking off his shoes and popping them next to hers, his fingers raking his hair back again, “Remember, you just had yours…” he brushed all of his hair back, taming them with a hair band he had wrapped around his wrist, ���Em… people usually scream when I do that on stage in the middle of a gig” he giggled a little, trying to catch all of the loose hair that were flying around his face.

“Should I scream too?” She asked, her eyes glued to the swift and well thought movements of his hands.

“Do you want to?”

When she didn’t answer, Andrew began to fiddle with his shirt, the fabric straining against his arms as he moved, his fingers fumbling with the hem of it. He tried desperately to keep his composure. His stomach wasn’t completely flat and muscular like it had been in his youth and Andrew liked to blame it on the drinking but it had been a while since he felt this exposed in front of someone else. Now she was watching him, nothing else to distract them in the woods, and it made him suddenly nervous.

“So why do I have to join you?” She asked, swallowing, trying to tear her eyes from his body as he finally took his shirt over his head and threw it onto his boots. His chest was raised and his abs were there, not ridiculously defined, but definitely visible in the flattering moon light. His skin looked soft but there was a firmness too - the slope of his nose, his collarbone, the straightness of his neck, his incredible biceps. Flo had almost forgot what she’s been saying and she focused on keeping her eye contact now, afraid to look anywhere else, “You didn’t sing with me so why do I have to do this?!”

Andrew shrugged, a devilish smirk twitching in his lips, “You don’t have to… em… but you should. Unless you want to get eaten by bears” she tapped her foot and crossed her arms in response, rolling her eyes away from him, then sighed deeply, her own chest drawing his attention for a moment as she did, “I promise that I won’t look, Flo, honey… em… I can barely see anything in here.”

“But we got here somehow” she raised her eyebrows at him.

“I’m em… a man of the woods. Emm… some people even say I’m a fae” he laughed a little, his mouth forming into a wide grin. He cocked his head, loose strands of hair falling into his eyes over his sweaty forehead and gave her that genuine smile, another offer. Flo couldn’t quite understand. Never had a man shaken her quite like this, had her constantly begging for more when she simply couldn’t handle it.

“Are you a fae then?” She asked him, standing completely still for a moment, her brain still trying to process the situation. What was she doing?

Okay. Fine.

She squeezed her eyes closed tightly, squeaked and squirmed and then she was wiggling out of his flannel, then moving forward to take of her black dress, shaking her hair down over her shoulders and Andrew knew he just won. Just being here, looking at her, he won. He clapped appreciatively, silently admiring the lace of the bra she was wearing. Before she could change her mind, Flo reached around for the zip at the back of her dress. Her drunken fingers shook and she wobbled on the spot, clearly more tipsy than she realized.

Andrew watched and found her concentration face adorable as the material crawled further up her thighs, each attempt at entirely the wrong angle, “I uh… I can’t get this… bloody zip…”

“I can help…” Andrew announced before he even had time to think about his words, striding towards her through the dark as soon as she nodded in approval.

Flo turned her back for him and inhaled sharply as his body came close to hers. She felt the heat rising from his chest, her legs already threatening to give in as he pressed one of his large palms to the bottom of her spine to keep her from wobbling.

Andrew took note of the dark freckles spread all over her back, like a constellations too beautiful for only him to be seeing and he took a mental note to appreciate it fully, if he ever get the chance. Her hair smelt heavenly and the heat of her body only accented it.

Flo closed her eyes, each brush of his fingers threatening to send her spiraling. It was so hot and he was so hot, and she knew her entire body was trembling. She felt how he leaned closer to her, his lips hovering dangerously close to her neck for a moment as he shifted and she sighed in frustration, begging herself to hold it together.

Hurry up. Hurry up.

Andrew’s fingers itched to touch more of her so he tried to focus his mind elsewhere, the attraction growing agonizingly as every second passed. As much as he planned to be slick and smooth with this, he was drunk too and struggled to inch the zip down as well, the sight of her pale body under the moon glow pushing him further into complete intoxication. It was like he never been this close to a woman before.

A moment later, he finally got it right, dragging the zip down in one swift movement and Flo shimmied it quickly down her legs, glad to be free. Gathering courage again she turned to face him, her cheeks flushed but eyebrows raised in a challenge. His turn.

Finally able to step back and admire her, Andrew nearly lost his mind at the way her underwear hugged her body. He blinked repetitively, licked his lips and tried to think of something to say. Andrew he could fathom was how gorgeously sculpted her thighs were as they crossed, how full and inviting her lips looked when she smacked them together in the silence, how badly he wanted to have her.

“I’m keeping my underwear on” she announced, combing her fingers through her hair nonchalantly.

“And I’m telling you that em… putting your clothes on on wet underwear isn’t em… the best idea” he replied, focused now on hurrying out of his trousers. Flo rolled her eyes so far to the back of her head, Andrew was worried he’d never see them again, “I’m just trying to help!”

Finally undressed to his boxers, Andrew discarded the trousers with reckless abandon, covering his crotch out of decency. They could barely see each other, squinting so hard through the dark, but they were still focused on learning as much as they could.

“Fine!” She exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air, accepting that he was annoyingly right. She began inching the straps of her bra down her arms, “But… please turn around and put your hands over your eyes.”

Andrew chuckled to himself and turned. Though the need to watch her undress was simply destroying him, he didn’t want to disrespect her in any way so kept his hands firmly covering his eyes, no matter how ridiculous it seemed.

“I cannot believe I’m doing this…” she groaned. Flo unclasped her bra and shook it free, using one arm to cover as much as she could of her exposed breasts and the other to unhook her panties, tossing both aside. She tried to use her free hand to cover herself, but knew there was no real danger of him seeing her right now. And besides, she trusted that he wouldn’t peek.

“Andrew?”

“Flo?”

“I’m- I’m gonna get in now… wait for me to - to get in first… don’t move until I say…” she stuttered, her voice echoing as she inched further towards the creek.

“Yes, honey, take your time” he mumbled. Flo approached the water’s edge and slipped into the cold water as graceful as she possibly could. Being in the water was an instant relief. Not only did Flo feel no need to hide her body anymore, she felt strangely calm. She splashed around a little and bobbed in the water, dipping her head back to wet her hair, her eyes locked once again on a barely dressed Andrew with his back still turned and she admired his bubbly ass.

“Okay, I’m good” she decided, her fingers rippling on the top of the water as her legs kicked underneath her, the creek was surprisingly deep and she could deep her whole body in it, “I’m gonna turn around now.”

Andrew laughed, eager to join her, having not seen her face for longer than he was comfortable with now. He checked that she adjusted her gaze then hopped quickly out of his underwear. He could just see the edge of the creek, stepping carefully towards it, then dipping in the water, the coldness of it immediately covering his skin in goosebumps.

“What do we do now?” Flo asked quietly when she felt his presence right next to her, dipping her head and smoothing her straw hair back again, accepting that her makeup was too smudged to salvage.

They came to a halt when she was covered up to her neck and Flo squatted a little to cover her breasts, Andrew’s eyes reflecting the rippling water before he closed them.

“We can do whatever we want.”

They were each quiet for a moment, taking time to enjoy the stillness, the quiet, the company. Andrew was tired, he had been touring for so long. But part of him wished he could stay here forever, in the water with her, knowing the sound of her giggle could soothe him like no bed could.

Flo was strangely unemotional. How could she be sad when he was here, looking this way, being this wonderful? Now she felt a different happiness, like she’d been set free somehow. There was one thing she knew for sure, the old Flo was gone.

“Didn’t took long to em… take you wet tonight…” Andrew mumbled, closer to her than she realized he was, his words making her blush darker.

“Andrew!”

“I’m just joking!” He chuckled, but moved closer to her again, his tongue brushing over his bottom lip. She tilted her head to take him in, her wet hair heavy. They were inches apart now, their bodies mildly confused about what they wanted.

Andrew could hear her breathing, knew if he reached out even slightly that he’d be able to touch her and he ached to do so, but he wasn’t going to give in yet, because he wanted to know her better before he could lay his hands on her body. He loved the way he helped her this far, even though he didn’t knew what was the reason behind her coming to that hotel, charmed by her carefree nature when only an hour ago she was uneasy and cold instead.

Flo watched his shoulders dip in and out of the surface, the beads of moisture balancing on his collarbone. Her mind was dazed when she realized how badly she wanted his tall and tough body pressed against her, the heat and the intensity of his stare coaxing her even closer to giving in. Flo knew it was crazy, knew she was crazy, but she had this gut feeling that he was in fact crazy too.

Andrew thought of her like a siren, practically forcing him to kiss, touch, adore her. He was obsessed with even the stupidest of details - the curve of her shoulder, her long eyelashes, the smudge of her lipstick, the colour of her cheeks, all rosy and flushed. He groaned internally.

Her hands hovered over his chest for a moment, the softness of his smile almost breaking her, she played with the dark hair on his chest, curling them on her fingertips. She breathed him in, the cologne he was wearing all night hitting her hard. She tried to blink away the thought of his mouth on hers, tried to imagine anything but how bad she needed him tonight. But she couldn’t help herself, placing her hands slowly on the sides of his red, veiny neck, moving onto her tiptoes and he swallowed hard over and over, his lip between his teeth, his Adam’s apple bobbing violently. He was losing it.

She could smell the liquor they were drinking, could barely breathe as he sunk into her touch, as his leg brushed against hers ever so slightly. He hummed gently, his face relaxed, her hands on his neck weakening him more than he ever realized was possible. Andrew nose brushing against her forehead, his large hand toying with a strand or two of her wet hair to bring her closer.

It had to be her choice. She had to make the first move. But if she didn’t do it soon, he was going to explode, the need to feel her melt underneath him unbearable. His fingertips brushed her collarbone, feeling her soft skin. She trembled, her lips parting.

“Andrew…”

“Flo…”

She was gone, her fingers curling into his hair, her lips just about to brush his to end their honorable battle and then… something jumped out of the shrubs on the other side of the forest.

Flo jumped out of his touch violently, almost pushing him away out of fear that they been caught and they both blinked repeatedly, trying to see what scared them. They could hear something getting closer to them. It was far too sobering for Andrew, his throat dry, his head pounding. But neither of them had time to process the absence of each other fully. Instead, Andrew scrambled to the side of the creek, crawling out of it, sliding his pants onto his long legs. When he realized that she hadn’t moved, he began to laugh.

“Get out! I’m not looking!” He said, the laughter in his voice vibrating off the walls as he scrambled into his pants, quickly zipping them up.

“I don’t want you to see me!” She called back, bobbing to the edge of the creek ungracefully. He shook his head at the ridiculousness of her statement, considering the position they’d just been in.

“Catch!” He called, throwing her dress over his shoulder as she got to the edge, now able to climb out and quickly cover herself with it.

A wild creature roared from the opposite side of the creek, striding towards them. Flo’s fingers shook around the zipper and before she could think about moving, she found Andrew’s hand pulling her away, his laughter and the warmth of his touch giving her such comfort.

Monday, 12:45am

“I didn’t had the chance to grab your shoes, em… nor your underwear” Andrew purred quietly, holding her by the hand as they ran into the hotel through the back door, “I’m so sorry…”

“It’s okay…” she giggled, her fingers un-knotting her damp hair with ease, “we’ll go back for them tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Andrew asked, looking up sharply and meeting her eyes.

“Well I’ll still be here…” she nodded, trying to reassure him of something that she didn’t quite understand herself.

“Yeah, em… so will I…”

“So we’ll go back for them tomorrow, I doubt bears fancy lacy underwear” Flo giggled, too excited with the idea of another adventure with him to say goodbye already. Andrew smiled, his hair finally started to dry off and he smoothed it back, trying to remain calm in her presence which was getting more difficult with every longing stare she sent him.

“What’s next?” Flo asked curiously, her eyebrow arched. They stepped out into the corridor fearlessly with bare feet, wearing only half of their clothes and drunken smiles. Andrew skipped forward a little then turned back to her, replying in a thick drawl…

“I, em… I promised you I’d play you the piano, yes?”

[jessi-writes-fandoms]

A new beginning: An OC story

Chapter 2

Another week had passed and Remedy and Nightshade were feeling right at home. Nightshade was slowly starting to come out of her shell, mostly because Remedy would force her out of their room. Remedy had dragged Nightshade over to Swerve’s bar so she could meet some of the others, Remedy was sitting at the bar chatting and laughing with Swerve, Chromedome and Rewind, each of them exchanging stories and jokes. Meanwhile Nightshade was sitting by herself just trying to avoid the noise coming from the other side of the room. After some time Whirl had asked to join her, she happily allowed him to join her in the mild silence of the dark corner.

“You don’t talk much do you?” Nightshade Kept her gaze at the wall next to her. “this just isn’t really my scene you know?” Whirl tilted his helm in confusion. “Then why are you here? Wouldn’t you be happier somewhere else?” Nightshade gave a long sigh and looked over at the bar where Remedy and a few of the others were having a good time. “I wish I could be more open like Remedy, despite what she did back on Cybertron the thought of being hated never really occurred to her.” Whirl looked over at the others and just groaned. Popularity is overrated, sure she probably loves being everyone’s friend but she’ll learn that it’s not all happy fun time around here. Did they tell you guys about the sparkeater that was on board a while back?” Nightshade was snapped from her thoughts. “There was a what?!”

Over at the bar Remedy was telling everyone about the many planets she and Nightshade have been to on their runaway adventure over the past couple thousand years. “I gotta say my favorite planet we been to was Earth, we pretty much used our holo avatars the entirety we were there. It’s amazing no one found us, I mean weren’t a majority of Autobots and Decepticons on earth as well? Oh and the music that the organics have is amazing!” The others simply laughed and continued on asking more about their adventures. Swerve slid another glass of high grade to Remedy. “So what exactly do you plan to do when all this is over, you know the whole finding the knights of Cybertron thing?” Remedy’s sweet cheerful smile suddenly turned to a scared and sad frown, she then took a swig of the high grade. “Ratchet said I could still possibly be arrested for what I did and Nightshade could be killed.” The others stared at her in disbelief, Rewind then gave Remedy a small hug.

“They won’t hurt you guys, they just can’t! Nightshade doesn’t seem like the type to hurt anyone and you’re too cute to be locked away.” Remedy gave a weak smile and thanked her new friends for caring so much for her and Nightshade despite them still being strangers on the large ship. Suddenly Rodimus walked into the bar and sat next to Remedy. “Well helloooo nurse~ how are you enjoying your stay? What am I talking about, you love it here! Look at you being all social and getting so much attention, but I’m sure you’re used to that.” Remedy gave a questioning look, not sure exactly how to respond. “uh.... not really? I kinda been with one other bot for the past couple thousand years.” Rodimus simply gave her a sly smirk. “C’mon Rem a femme like you should get all the attention, you deserve it.” Remedy rolled her optics and turned away from the captain. “I don’t seek attention from anyone.” Rodimus let out a bored sigh but continued to pester the young nurse. “Look you’re an attractive bot I bet there’s someone on this ship you got the hots for.”

Remedy suddenly froze, a faint blush crawling across her face. Sure there was a certain mech who she had thoughts about but she just pushes them aside, besides she’d never tell Rodimus who it was anyway. Knowing him he would probably shout it on the comm system so the whole ship would know who she had feelings for. “I’m gonna go check on Nightshade, I will see you guys later.” She then got up from the bar and walked over to the dark corner where Remedy and Whirl were seated and Whirl left to leave the two alone to talk. Nightshade gave Remedy a concerned look. “What’s wrong? You were having so much fun with the others and Rodimus actually talked to you!” Remedy sighed and sat down across from her good friend. “He always talks to me and it’s always flirting and asking who I have a crush on.” Nightshade lowered her wings in sadness and darted her eyes from Remedy’s gaze. I guess it’s not surprising he would flirt with you, you’re so pretty and I can barely talk to anyone. Wait you don’t have a crush on him do you?!” Remedy raised her servos in defense. “No, hell no I would never- Why would you even assume I liked him?”

“I seen the way he looks at you, and you always said you were a sucker for smooth talkers. Remember the other day when he pulled you from the medbay just so he could ask you about your hobbies and interests, then he started using all those pick up lines?” Remedy Rolled her optics remembering that annoyingly long five minutes of Rodimus asking about her personal interests and saying something stupid. “He’s really annoying, Ultra Magnus must be losing his shit dealing with him. I just wish he wouldn’t ask personal questions about who I have a crush on.” Nightshade suddenly looked at Remedy, her wings perked up in curiosity. “Do you have a crush on someone? You can tell me I promise not to laugh or say anything I swear!” Remedy sighed and gave in. “Ok fine. There is a mech I been thinking a lot about lately. We kinda had an awkward first meeting but something about him made my spark skip a beat.” Nightshade pulled Remedy out of the bar and grabbed her shoulder. “Tell me who it is already!” Remedy took a deep breath and told Nightshade the whole thing. “It’s Drift, but it’s just a crush, a phase nothing more. I told you I can’t do relationships anymore, not after all the pain they’ve caused me.”

Later that night on the opposite side of the Lost Light Rodimus was going over some things with Drift. “So Magnus was saying we should stop at this next planet, no idea what the name of it is but- Drift are you even listening?” Drift had been in a daze the entirety Rodimus was speaking to him. He had been doing this a lot recently and it was starting to get on Rodimus’ nerves. “What’s with you lately, you’re constantly zoning out and ignoring everyone. Drift? DRIFT?!” Drift was pulled from his thoughts from Rodimus’ sudden outburst. “I’m sorry, I just can’t stop thinking about her.” Rodimus gave a questioning look to the ex con. “Who? If there’s someone keeping you from listening to me I’m gonna have a serious talk with them.” Drift sighed and decided to just come clean about the whole thing.

“It’s Remedy, we became friends but I think I like her more than that.” Rodimus simply sat there with his helm on his servo, bored out of his processor as Drift continued talking. “She’s sweet and so beautiful, she’s like an angel. When I look into her optics it’s like seeing the well of allsparks.” Rodimus let out an annoyed groan. “Yeah she’s very hot, funny you mention her because I talked to her over at Swerve’s and I asked her if she had any sort of feelings for anyone.” Drift tilted his helm slightly. “What did she say? did she say who she liked? who is it?” Rodimus leaned back in his chair and thought for a moment. “She didn’t say anything she just kinda got up and left. Swerve said something about her having a bunch of failed relationships and she refuses to let herself fall in love, some bullshit like that.” Drift’s expression changed from that of curiosity to sadness at this new information. “I should’ve known I wouldn’t have a chance with her, she probably wouldn’t feel the same way even if I was to tell her how I feel.”

“She’s a nurse all you gotta do is get hurt and maybe she’ll kiss you better!” Drift gave a deadpan look, he couldn’t believe Rodimus would suggest something so dumb, actually he could believe it. “Ok how about when we get to this next planet you ask her to go check it out with you, Magnus said It’s supposedly full of glowing flowers and amazing scenery. Swerve said she’s obsessed with beautiful scenery, he says despite her not looking for love around here she’s a hopeless romantic.” Drift let his thoughts take over, the kind of thoughts he had been experiencing a lot lately, Thoughts of He and Remedy walking servo in servo, looking into each other’s optics whispering sweet nothings to each other. He wanted no more than to just be with Remedy and make her happy. Seeing her smile made his spark jump and he wished he could see that smile forever. Her caring nature, how she saved the life of a Decepticon knowing it was wrong, she didn’t judge she simply saw someone in need and helped them. She was perfect in every way in his optics, he would one day ask her to be his sparkmate.

“When will we be arriving at this planet?” Rodimus was busy etching little doodles on the top of his desk but suddenly spoke. “I don’t know maybe 5 days or maybe even a week? You know me I barely pay attention to anything Ultra Magnus says. If I were you, I would talk to Remedy but play it cool, be smooth about it femmes love a smooth talking mech.” Drift looked over at Rodimus with skepticism clear on his face. “You’re a smooth talker and you’re still single.” Rodimus looked slightly hurt by that statement. “This isn’t about me, this is about you! Also before you ask Remedy out, you may wanna talk to Ratchet about it.” Drift gave a confused look. Rodimus simply gave a sly smirk. “Apparently Ratchet has known Remedy since she was a sparkling, he practically raised her so he’s basically like her sire. I bet he’s like one of those “dads” like they have on earth, the ones who tell guys they’re not allowed to date their daughter or whatever. Ratchet might throw a wrench at you if you ask Remedy out.” Rodimus then started laughing at the thought of Ratchet beating the shit out any mech who dares to ask out his adopted daughter.

Drift decided to take Rodimus’ advice and talk to Ratchet seeing as how he knew Remedy better than anyone else. He couldn’t help but worry that Ratchet might get angry at him for wanting to ask Remedy out, sure Ratchet had a bit of a temper at times but surely he wouldn’t actually hurt someone without a good reason. Drift stood outside the medbay contemplating wether or not he should go through with it or not, the thought of being told he can’t be with the one bot he so dearly cared about began to eat away at his spark. After a few moments he walked inside the large room. “Ratchet, there’s something I need to ask you.” Ratchet looked up from what he was doing. “What is it Drift I’m a little busy at the moment, Remedy needed a break so I told her to go get some rest.”

Drift stood there fidgeting with his digits, he thought about simply walking away but decided to just go through with it. “Ratchet, I was wondering if it would be alright if I asked Remedy out.” Ratchet looked up from his work with questioning look on his face. “Not sure why you’re asking my permission, Remedy is a full grown femme she can make her own decisions, I just don’t want her dating Rodimus.” Drift let out a relived sigh, at least he wouldn’t have to face being hit with a wrench. “I must warn you Drift that Remedy can be rather stubborn, when she wants something she’ll do whatever it takes to get it. She won’t back down from any conflict, she’s strong headed so if you and her get in an argument just save yourself the trouble and tell her she’s always right.” Drift nodded and thanked Ratchet before leaving the medbay to go recharge, tomorrow he would ask Remedy out on a date.

[ohtheseboysilove]

Wandering souls !Prologue! [ Roger Taylor x F!Reader ]

Words : 1,700 K +

Warnings : language, angst, broken heart, roger’s being a dick,

Summary : Soulmate!AU. Reader and Roger are soulmates. Reader is happy to finally find her other half. Roger don’t believe in these bullshits and don’t accepted her . But they quickly understand that they have no choice but to be around each other. . How reader is suppose to be happy with someone who don’t want anything to do with her ?

Note : I’m such a sucker for Soulmated!AU fanfic !! If you got any good ones about Queen and Borhap, please send the links to me ! Anyway so here is my new baby, probably a series with a lot of angst and drama on the menu, Roger is having too much fun for stop it for just one girl and Reader, who didn’t ask anything, find herself attracted to someone who don’t want anything to do with her. Yup, love definitively sucks.

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Roger Taylor always found this concept of soulmate unhealthy and absolutely unfair. He wished to never meet his. He loved his life the way it was, with different girls every night and endless fun in tours. A soulmate would just tied him up to someone and that was the last thing he wanted : to be dependant of a complete stranger only because the fucking universe decided they were the perfect match for each other, ever.

No one had a rational or scientific explanation about how soulmates worked, it was different for each couple. For some people it was love at first sight, they saw each other and nothing else mattered, that was for the lucky ones. For some other, they would definitively felt the inexplicable bond between them, stronger than with anyone else but needed time as they were still strangers. There were no rule, no manual to explain how it worked. You were connected to another person and each soulmates had a different level of connection with one other, a unique link between two peoples.

Roger thought it was boring and maybe a bit scary, he liked to make his own choices but that was something where he couldn’t have any control on it. What if he didn’t like his supposedly other half ?

Of course you will, even if take time, in the end, they will be the one.

That what this smartass of Brian May had answer to his interrogations. Brian was a bit obsess with this concept, he was an endless romantic and dreamt to meet his soulmate and live happily ever after. Bullshit.

One of Roger’s friend from school started sharing dreams with his soulmate when he met her, even during sleep they were connected. It, in all honestly, scared the shit out Roger, his friend told him it was fabulous, but for the drummer only fucking weirdo could enjoy that.

And there so many other stupid things that soulmates could shared with each other, it was completely ridiculous for Rog, this stranger person suddenly invading your life because it was supposed to be like this ? Not really the cup of tea of the hothead drummer.

You, on the other hand, it was something you found amazing. Thinking that somewhere in the world, was a person destined to you and only you was magic...and reassuring. You were shy and rather reserved person, a little bit to sensitive with your head always buried into your drawing book and your fingers busied with charcoals or paint brushes. Your mind were wandering somewhere else most of the time. Finding your soulmate would be such a relief, no more awkward dates with boys which in the end were assholes or just not for you. And you could refuse an perfect and eternal love ? Certainly not you.

So when the day of the encounter with your soulmate was finally here, after twenty-two years old of living on the planet heart, saying that you were excited was an understatement. You were thrilled and incredibly nervous. What if he or she didn’t like you ? Found you boring or ugly ? Not everyone ended up with his soulmate, you could still make the choice to not be involve with your other half but it was pretty rare and not a very pleasant life, something always missing deep inside you. All you wanted was to be happy and if this person was supposed to contribute to your happiness, you would accept it without any prejudice. Your eyes were watching with an adoring smile the tiny heart on your wrist glowing redder at every seconds, meaning your soulmate was close, probably in the same pub.

You couldn’t wait to meet your other half.

Roger, well, it was another story. He had finish a gig in a shitty pub and ended up in this one, more popular and younger when he saw his own heart inked on his wrist, which was usually empty of all colours, starting to change until it became almost full with deep red, he knew what that meant and he was pissed off.

“Hell, no !” He groaned annoyingly. His eyes were glued to his skin, feeling completely useless, he couldn’t stop the inevitable to happen. “Fucking stupid universe”

His friends and bandmates sitting around him glanced toward his direction to see what was annoying their drummer.

“Holy shit Rog !” Brian’s eyes were wide open, he wouldn’t have thought about Roger to be the second to find his soulmate, he had hope he would be himself as the first was John. People who weren’t totally opposed at the idea, not like him. “Is this really happening ?”

“Nothing it’s happening, forget about it” Mumbled the blond as he hid the shape under his white sleeve, head bended above his beer. He wouldn’t take any risk to share a glance with his supposed soulmate and ruined his life. “I’m gonna stay here until the colour left then I will be safe”

“You’re fucking ridiculous Roger” John rolled his eyes and shook his head. “You can’t avoid your meeting, it gonna happening anyway”

“Deaky is right darling, stop this nonsense and let look for your little lady...or man” Freddie winked at the drummer and stood up. “Come on”

“I am not moving from here Fred and you’re gonna do the same. Sit back” The blond tugged at his forearm but the singer purely and simply ignored him.

Freddie wandering around the pub, looking at everyone’s wrist more or less discretely. He was looking for a red heart without any writing in it. The initial of your soulmate appeared once you had meet him. It wasn’t really his place to do that, against his friend’s wishes but he believed in love and knew that he was doing the right thing for his friend, he would thanks him later.

“Oh darling, you’re perfect !” You turned your head quickly when someone grabbed your hand, staring amusingly at your heart tattoo. You knew he wasn’t your soulmate, you could feel it. “I have someone to introduce you”

“Do you know my soulmate ?” You asked shyly, his big and gentle eyes observing every inch of your face. He was intimidating but seemed rather nice.

“I do, honey. He is one of my best friend and a really nice chap, when he want to of course, he can be a pain in the ass sometime” You chuckled lightly, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you heartbeat was increasing in your chest. “Would you come with me and meet him ?”

You pinched your lips and glanced at your two friends who were wearing wide smiles on their faces, giving you thumbs up. You took a deep breath and nodded to the man, giving him a small smile. You were so nervous but followed him in the crowd anyway. The dark-haired man stopped in front of a booth where three men and two women where seated, you discretely wiped the sweat from your hands on your skirt and waited.

“Roger, I found her” The singer was exalting as he grabbed his friend’ shoulder, giving you the hint about which one was your soulmate but it was useless, you knew it was him. “Don’t be rude and say hi, you wanker”

You could only see his messy long blond locks as his head was still half hiding by his position, mumbling not very nice words to his friend. He finally raised his head and his gaze, two deep blue eyes locked with yours. He was incredibly beautiful, longs eyelashes and harmonious face, you found yourself very lucky. The second after your little checking out you felt like a violent electric currant flying through your body, fireworks exploding in your stomach, way more powerful than the butterflies you get when the cute barman offered you a drink few hours before. It was him without a doubt, you could feel yourself already craving for a contact, wondering how smooth could be his hand in yours.

The blond frowned when he looked at you, blinked multiple times seeming a bit shocked then brutally stood up.

“I’m sorry that my friend make you waste your time sweetheart” He grabbed the hand of the girl who was sitting next to him in the booth and smirked at you. “I don’t do this whole stupid soulmate stuff, I think it rather dull so...if you will excuse me, we had make some plan for the night” He winked at you and you watched him disappeared in the crowd, the leggy brunette clinging on him.

You swallowed quietly, eyes watering as the feeling of dejection replacing the excited one in your frame. A wave of sadness washed over you, shoulders drooping heavily at the realisation of what just happened.

“Darling, I am so sorry but don’t listen to this fucker, he will come around eventually” The singer gave you a sad smile and you could feel every gaze from the booth on you, awkwardly silent at Roger’s words.

“It’s fine” You chocked out pathetically and looked at your tattoo, the heart wasn’t red anymore, it was grey, matching your heart broken. You had imagine a million time the moment, finally meeting your soulmate but that...was obviously the worst scenario case. “I...I had to go, thank for...trying” You sniffled discretely as you felt a tear escaped your glassy eyes, it was your cue to leave.

“Wait !” The dark-haired man grabbed a note pad and a pen from his back pocket and gave it to you. “Your number darling, he is gonna need it one day or another”

“I don’t think so...he made it very clear” The loud music, the smoke and the crowned place was giving you anxiety and mixed the after shock of your rejection, it was almost unbearable. You just wanted to go home and forget about this stupid night.

“Please, Roger is stubborn as a mule but he will understand his mistake. London is a big city, if you left now we won’t be able to find you again” He smiled gently and slid the pen between your fingers.

“Okay” You wrote your number with your name next to it and put back the note pad in the man’s hands. “Goodbye”

You quickly walked to the exit, the shame and sadness drowning you to the ground. You weren’t sure if you would see your soulmate ever again. Or if you even wanted to.

[rogerblackwolf]

The Fox and the Huntsman

-Year 1889-

The man awoke suddenly to the blaring of the steamship's horn. He reluctantly gets dressed and heads up to the top deck, his eyes adjusting to the dawn light and the smell of seasalt teased his nose. He stretched because he didn't sleep well, the various vertebrae in his back were popping loud enough to be overheard by a pair of crewmen as they went about their morning duties. He then leaned against the rail to further awaken himself, the spray of the sea helped as did the rays of the sun as it made it's ascent above the horizon.

"Up early again, I see." The captain of the vessel said as he descended the steps from the helm of the steamship.

"Didn't sleep well." The man replied

"Nightmare?"

"Yes."

"Soldier's lives are hardly peaceful." The captain said

The man looked at him surprised before asking

"How did you know?"

"Remember when those rebels had an uprising back in 1828 in Brazil? I was in the Royal Marines back then, I just so happened to be in port during it all." The captain says showing a pin from the time.

"I was in the 66th." The man says

"At Maiwand?!" The captain asked stunned

"Yes."

A few moments of silence went by before the captain spoke once again.

"I don't think we've been properly introduced, Captain Howard Channing, at your humble service."

"Nathan Andrews. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." He says as they shake hands.

The two vets proceeded to chat while the ship continues on its course. The call "Land Hoe!" interrupts their conversation. Nathan looks out to see the horizon turn from ocean to a vast expanse of land, in response he goes below deck to his cabin to collect his things, including an letter with an official seal. He sits down on his bunk reading it one more time.

"Sergeant Nathan Andrews

By the order of the Elders, and the will of Her Majesty, Queen Victoria of England, you are to be sent to the colony of Hong Kong, China to hunt a vengeful spirit that has been causing trouble for many of the locals; one village in particular has expressed great concern about this spirit. Your mission is to travel to this village and determine the nature of this spirit. If it is possible, relocate it somewhere away from civilization; if the spirit is hostile you have permission to kill it. May your hunt be a success and your travels safe.

-Elder J."

Nathan then folded the letter and packed it away before checking his weapons. His single shot carbine, his 6 shot webley revolver, and finally his bayonet. As he did this, a second letter fell from his pack, this one from a woman he was engaged to in London. He had hoped this this hunt would be short so he could return quickly.

By the time he got back topside, Nathan realized that the steamhip had managed to dock.

Once the anchor was dropped and the gangplank lowered, Nathan was among the first to disembark along with several of the crew. The captain waved him off and wished him luck as Nathan surveyed his new surroundings. Unquestionably Hong Kong was a beautiful city, the streets were full of people from food vendors to clothing salesmen, and shops. The mountains however captivated and startled him reminding him of a time he wished he could forget.

Thankfully he was brought back to reality by a tapping on his shoulder. Nathan turned and was met with a short portly man dressed in a suit with a dark overcoat and a wide brimmed hat.

"Sergeant Andrews I presume?" He asks whilst nervously extending his hand.

"Yes." Nathan answered a little on edge

"Oh jolly good, I'm Reginald Collingwood. The Order saw fit to elect me as your guide and interpreter." The portly man explained as they shook hands. Mr. Collingwood then went on to explain the situation as he understood it from his own investigation.

"It started some weeks ago, the villagers all told me they witnessed a young woman come into town for supplies. The day after she left several young men became bedridden and had episodes of convulsions; I, myself, was able to cure this with some help from a local monk, curious fellow. Still though the villagers believe until this spirit is found and destroyed they will be in danger."

"Do you have any idea what I should be looking for? Aside for some strange woman?" Nathan asked

"Well I'm certain the villagers would be keen to assist you. We're heading there now." Reginald responded as he brought Nathan to a cart, the driver ready to take them to their destination.

The sun was directly above their heads by the time Nathan and Reginald had arrived at the village. With some assistance from the villagers the two Engishmen found themselves welcomed into the Elder's home. Nathan was fascinated by the many rituals that went into serving a single cup of tea, not to mention he was also served a bowl of rice with some sort of meat coated in a spicy sauce.

"Mr. Collingwood, I'd like to begin my hunt as soon as possible." Nathan insisted after they each had their fill

"Alright alright, I'll translate for you so don't worry." Reginald stated before asking the Elder about the spirit.

The elder and Reginald spoke for some time with Reginald stopping every so often to explain;

"He said that a mysterious woman came from the wilderness looking for rice, meat, and incense. She didn't leave til evening but when night came, the first of several young men began having convulsions and talking in their sleep. They kept saying the same thing.."Shen Li". Curious if you ask me." Reginald stated

"Is there nothing else he can tell us?" Nathan asked gesturing to the Elder.

"He said that the woman went North and the only place that he can think of is an old shrine that no one has visited in decades. Perhaps that would be a good place to start?" Reginald questioned

"Better than nothing." Nathan spoke.

After everything was said and done, the two men thanked the Elder for his help. Nathan decided to leave Reginald with the village for his safety, after all it was just an animal he was hunting. Taking his weapons, Nathan traversed to the northern parts of the countryside eventually arriving at the ruins of an old temple. The stonework was noticeable despite the multitude of vines and overgrowth, on the inside was wooden pillars holding up a stone roof and a shrine had freshly lit candles and incense.

"Someone was here...where are they now?" Nathan asked himself before deciding to lay in wait at the back of the temple. When night came so did the keeper of the shrine. Dressed in a loose white robe with long black hair, Nathan could barely make out a feminine figure in the low light. Only when he made himself known did he see her face, her eyes captured his attention the most. Their silver glow striking him in a way that made him blush embarrassed, even making him lower his weapon.

"Who are you and why are you here?" She asks in English.

"You speak English?" Nathan asked

"Should I not when faced with an English Man?" She replied.

"Hmph, you got me there." Nathan said.

"You have yet to answer my question." The woman responded.

"Right you are, I am Nathan Andrews and I was sent to hunt a spirit that may have come from this temple." He explains

"Do you intend to kill this spirit?" The woman asked as she locked eyes with him as if studying him

"If this spirit is a danger then yes...I won't hesitate." He said after a pause.

"We have not been introduced, I am Shen Li and I am a Hulijing, a fox spirit." She says, revealing her long tail and ears.

"I am Nathan Andrews. A Huntsman from England." Nathan said

"For being polite I will give you an explanation. You have earned that much." Shen Li says.

As Nathan sits with her, Shen Li explains that her magic is random in terms of enchanting men. In many cases men tend to forget her and move on with their lives due to her reclusive nature but sometimes men become annoyingly obsessed and refuse to leave her alone. Shen Li then goes on to say those particular men she tried to ignore but their cries and pleas are not deaf to her, she had to physically remove the enchantment herself. Thankfully there was a Englishman and a monk who cured the men she accidentally enchanted recently.

'Hmm, guess Reginald wasn't entirely useless.' Nathan thought.

"Well...what do you think? Am I a threat?" Shen Li asks him.

Nathan contemplated silently weighing the evidence of both her testimony and Reginald's investigation. As he thought he couldn't stop looking at her as if absentmindedly memorizing the curve of her cheeks, the smoothness of her skin, and her lengthy black hair but above all he found her eyes the most pleasing. He was so lost in them he didn't realize she was staring back at him, as if looking for something hidden.

"I think you're misunderstood, and despite your abilities you are not a threat. If you wish, I will gladly leave you be." Nathan says finally.

"I do enjoy my life here but it does get lonely. I would not be opposed to you returning whenever you wish. It is late, you may remain in the temple til morning. Get some rest, I must hunt for food." She says before turning into her fox form. Nathan would be surprised but he was already tired to begin with, he watched Shen as her silver fur glistened in the moonlight and with a pounce out the entranceway she was gone.

Once Nathan had lied down he began to slowly dose off but this night he didn't have any nightmares, for the first time in many months he was able to have a peaceful sleep. Nathan stirred from his slumber by the rays of morning, as he went about having some rations for breakfast he saw no sign of Shen. He decided to head back to the village since his work had been done, the only thing left to do was to deliver his report. As he traversed the path Nathan felt at ease, again a first in a long time. When he arrived back at the village he was welcomed by the people and Reginald.

"Mr. Andrews! Great to see you again old chap. Did you find the spirit?" He asked

"I did, and I have a report to write and send." Nathan responds

"Of course, at once." Reginald said as he showed Nathan to a office where he could write. It took maybe an hour before Nathan emerged once again and gave the letters to Reginald.

"You know what you have to do. Ensure the Order gets the report first. The second one I will not fault should it arrive late." Nathan said

"Yes of course, and where will you be going?" Reginald asked as the wagon was brought to the residence the two men were staying at.

"To have a chat with someone I met." Nathan said before he gave Reginald a handshake and a pat on his shoulder before walking back off into the woods.

Reginald also saw a silver furred fox sitting on a rock at the edge of the woods, even he could tell there was something not normal about it. When Nathan got close to the fox it let him pet it's head gently before both disappeared into the forest.

"Hmm, Curious." Reginald said to himself as the wagon leisurely made it's way to Hong Kong's port.

[strife-and-discord]

The Battle For His Heart

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Characters: Akechi Goro, Sakura Sojiro, Akira Kurusu (Persona 5 Protagonist), Morgana (Persona 5)

Summary: Goro's been at Leblanc for hours, not waiting for Kurusu or anything, it's just a nice working environment! However, that doesn't mean he doesn't want to spend some time with Kurusu when he gets home.

Unfortunately, Akira's distracted by other things when he gets home. Namely, dressing Morgana up in all the new clothes and accessories he just got him. Goro is less than pleased at not being the centre of attention.

A/N: yooooooooo what's this!!!! I've got a new fandom!!!!! Okay so this is my first time writing for Persona 5 but considering how obsessed I am with it at the moment it was about time. I gotta admit I had an absolute blast writing Goro, the whole "super polite on the outside but a bitch on the inside" is super fun. Anyway I had this idea on my mind and it's not too complicated so I thought it would be a good place to start, I don't think it's crack cause I believe Goro would totally do this but it is just a nice little humorous thing.

P.S Morgana doesn't talk cause by this point they are suspicious of Akechi so Mona doesn't talk in front of him.

It could be said by now that Goro Akechi had formed a habit. While the first visit to the back alley, coffee and curry cafe Leblanc had been planned for business reasons, the many subsequent visits less so. Goro likes to tell himself that it’s the best place to keep an eye on number one phantom thief suspect Akira Kurusu but he still finds himself drawn there even at times when he knows Kurusu won’t be there. Something about the place satisfies a part of Goro’s soul more than any other and while Sakura’s gruff attitude was mildly annoying at first, now that the old man’s warmed up to him a bit Goro must admit he enjoys the quiet company.

Although the place certainly draws him in with its rustic charm, even more tempting than the peace of the cafe is Kurusu himself. Goro’s well aware of how little time he’s spent with people of his own age group- As a child, it was because no one liked him, now it’s more that he doesn’t like anyone else- but the nights in Leblanc when it’s just him and Kurusu… and Kurusu makes him coffee just the way he likes it because he’s memorised Goro’s order by now and he teases Goro about always addressing him so formally with that oh so annoyingly smug but also stunningly beautiful grin and… and…

Goro jolts back to reality as if struck by lightning. What is he doing again? He blinks at the area around him, trying to piece together some clues. Oh right, he came to Leblanc to try and make a dent in the mountain of paperwork he’s got at the moment, however, he must’ve gotten distracted and dozed off. He’s not happy with where that little daydream about Kurusu was going, he is strictly Goro’s rival and anything else would be preposterous. It’s normal to notice a lot of small, intimate details about someone you’re spying on, right?

While Goro is distracted making a pathetic attempt at convincing himself Kurusu isn’t pretty a fresh cup of coffee clanks down gently enough not to spill but still rough enough to startle Goro out of thoughts… again.

“You look like you need a pick-me-up kid,” he looks up to see Sakura staring down at him with a frown, “It worries me sometimes how much work you always seem to have.”

Goro can’t help but scoff internally. Sakura’s hardly the first adult to say that to him and he has to resist telling him how useless his worry is, he did at least appreciate the coffee. “Ah, thank you Sakura-san! And please, you needn’t worry about me, I promise I’m not doing anything I don’t want to be doing.” He tries to end the statement with a reassuring grin but something tells him it won’t be enough to fool Sakura.

It doesn’t, going by the suspicious stare he gives Goro. “Tch, if you say so kid,” he grumbles, “Just try to spare enough time for being human.” with that, Sakura moves back behind the counter.

Spare some time for being human, hah! Sakura has no idea the kind of expectations that are on his shoulders. Goro’s not allowed to be just human, he has to be something more, something better, the Great Detective Prince Akechi Goro! Even with all that he does he knows there are still plenty who look down on him, people who prefer Shirogane over him, jealous peers, and snobbish adults who refuse to see him as anything other than a child. Time for being human is the one thing Goro can’t spare.

Just as Goro’s taking a mildly pissed off sip of his coffee, the little bell signifying someone’s arrival to the cafe rings and, like a trained dog, he can’t help but look up immediately to see who it is. More often than not he’s disappointed to see it’s just another of Sakura’s regulars, who Goro has surprisingly come to know and recognise. Eventually, there’s a point where he finds what he’s looking for, like right now, he sees that mop of unruly hair and the shine of glasses that often seem to mask the owner from Goro’s superior deductive skills.

Akira Kurusu walks into Leblanc for once wearing an expression Goro could identify. The other teen is clearly excited and if Kurusu wasn’t as subdued as he is Goro would expect him to have a spring in his step. For some frustrating reason, he can’t seem to tear his gaze away from Kurusu as he greets Sakura with a cheerful wave. Objectively speaking, he’s one of the plainest people Goro’s ever met, aside from the whole potential Phantom Thief thing. He barely says talks but Goro still finds himself hanging off every word he has to say and constantly longs for conversation. The whole situation is just ridiculous.

Despite said ridiculousness, Goro still prepared himself for the usual witty banter that was passed between him and Kurusu on the nights where they were fortunate enough to spend some time together. Kurusu, however, merely gave him a quick “hey Akechi” before turning back to the counter to pull out, of all things, that stupid cat, he’s always carrying around. Megan, Morgan...no that’s not it… Morgana!

“Kid, what the heck are you doing!? I’ve told you the cat ain’t meant to be down here,” Sakura scolds his young charge.

“There’s no one here but Akechi and he doesn’t mind, right?” Kurusu turns to look at him with a grin that says he has total faith he’ll agree.

“Oh uh… Of course not.” He smiles but he wonders if should feel flattered that Kurusu feels comfortable enough to goof off in front of him, or offended that he seems to have been disregarded.

Sakura scoffs, “Hmph, fine. Just don’t make a habit of it alright.”

“I won’t!” Kurusu responds cheerfully, “This is a special occasion.”

That was curious. What occasion could possibly include putting a cat on a cafe-bar? The right thing to do here would be to either simply ignore Kurusu and his feline antics in favour of actually getting some work done or to go home and finish whatever he needs there. Instead, Goro pretends to be working on something with his laptop when really he’s staring at Kurusu out the corner of his eye.

To his surprise he finds him reaching back into his bag and pulling out… tiny outfits? Wait a second... small outfits, that don’t quite seem to be made for a human, and it’s something to do with the cat… Kurusu must have bought clothing for Morgana.

As if on cue, Kurusu coos, not unlike a teenage girl, “Look what Ann and I got for Morgana!”

After displaying the items for Sakura he goes straight to work putting them on Morgana. Before long the cat is dolled up and Goro can’t help but be reminded of all the times he’s had to endure going through make up for his T.V interviews. He may have less than desirable feelings towards the feline at the moment but he could at least relate to its current torment. Although Morgana did seem to be handling it very well with only minimal squirming.

“I know you don’t like being manhandled but I promise it’ll be worth it, I’ll get you your favourite fatty tuna later as payment for modelling skills.” Almost as soon as Akira utters the words ‘fatty tuna’ Morgana settles down, Goro can’t help but be concerned with its apparent intelligence.

Goro tries to subtly watch the makeover process from the corner of his eye until Kurusu steps back from his creation. Morgana is fully adorned in a knitted, red and black, striped sweater vest, and a miniature jack frost style hat, it’s time for him to show off. Kurusu gets out his phone and a moment later Goro hears the cacophony of clicks signalling Kurusu’s impromptu photoshoot.

Sakura grumbles, “Hmph, well I guess he doesn’t look half bad.” With neither of them- annoyingly- paying attention to him Goro gives in to the urge to roll his eyes. Sakura clearly cares about Kurusu and his cat, why does the old man even bother to pretend anymore? Adults: always worrying more about their reputations then letting their families’ know they care.

“He looks amazing and you know it Sojiro, at this rate, he'll be a better model than Ann.”

“Tch, I think he’s got an unfair advantage being a cat and all.” Sojiro sighs, “It’s getting late and I still gotta make dinner for me and Futaba, I hope you don’t mind Akechi if I let Akira run the shop for the remainder of your visit.”

It takes Goro a moment to process that he’s being spoken to, “Oh, of course, Sakura-san, I don’t mind at all.” The smile he gives may be a little less fake than usual but it’s definitely not because he likes the idea of being alone with Kurusu.

Sakura waves as he takes his leave and Goro and Akira respond in kind. Normally, when Sakura leaves them alone like this, Kurusu would personally fix Goro a cup of his finest coffee (he’d always say) and they’d either play chess, have an intellectual discussion, or some combination of the two. However, Kurusu does not move behind the counter to put on his coffee-making apron tonight, nor does he get the chessboard from its place at the end of the counter. No, instead Kurusu pulls out another outfit from his bag of purchases and proceeds to start dressing Morgana in that one.

Goro can’t help but quietly seethe. Honestly, how many outfits does a cat need? None of these even look practical just stylish or cute. Neither of which is something a cat requires. If Kurusu had gotten the cat a sweater for the winter or some form of shoes maybe he’d be a bit more understanding.

Goro only has so much free time in the day and he chooses to spend a lot of it at Leblanc so is it too much to ask that Kurusu just pay him a bit of mind during this time? He has that damn cat on him every minute of the day. Kurusu is always vying for his attention at the worst possible times but when Goro’s present and not particularly busy he’d rather play dress-up with the cat… not that Goro cares that much…

… … Oh, who is he kidding of course he cares that goddamn much.

He’s so caught up in his internal rant that he barely catches Kurusu speaking to him. “Hey, do you mind if I go put my pyjamas on? it’d be more comfortable.”

Goro’s still always a little bit struck by how brief Kurusu is, even after all the time he’s known him. “Sure, I don’t mind at all.”

Kurusu makes his way upstairs, leaving Morgana on the counter. Goro honestly can’t understand how the thing doesn’t bolt as soon as Kurusu’s hands are off him, nonetheless, Morgana stays in his place on the countertop merely having a small bath.

Seeing how Morgana is distracted gives Goro an idea. It’s low even for his standards but quite frankly it’s been a long hard day and he can’t deny anymore that some attention from a cute boy would make him feel a lot better. And so, Goro taps into all of the stealth related skills he’s cultivated during his time in the metaverse in order to move quickly and quietly towards Morgana while he’s licking his paw. Like a predator catching his prey, Goro goes for the kill and grabs Morgana with both hands around his middle and keeping him at arm's length in case of any scratching attempts

The cat gives a yelp that, if Goro had been paying more attention, did not sound particularly catlike but didn’t lash out physically much to his gratefulness. Swiftly so as to be done before Kurusu comes back down he moves to the front of Leblanc and opens the door with his foot.

“I’m terribly sorry about this Morgana, I know it’s unpleasant, however, since you’re a cat and thus cannot understand me I’ll at least grace you with the truth of the matter.” Goro squats down with the cat. “We both seem to be top contenders for Kurusu’s attention but tonight you’ve managed to rise just a little bit higher than me and I did not come all this way just be ignored.”

Goro sighs and puts Morgana down, “In short, I want a little attention and to get it I need you gone for the time being.” He isn’t sure what the range for cats showing emotion is but he thinks if he had to say, Morgana is looking at him with pure disbelief.

He frowns at the cat, not liking the implication that it may be judging him. “Stop looking at me like that. You get to spend your whole days and nights with Kurusu surely you can just let me have this.”

He heads back inside and tries to recreate the way he was sitting to the best of his abilities, forgetting about the weirdly emotive cat. Kurusu comes down not a moment later and does a double-take when he notices his missing cat.

“Hey, where did Morgana go?’

Goro does his best to look innocent, “Oh, he started scratching at the door when you left, I thought he might need to go to the toilet or something so I let him out,” he tilts his head, “I hope that’s okay?”

Kurusu blinks for a moment or two before looking towards the door with a frown, “It’s odd of him to just leave. Maybe he was getting sick playing dress-up.”

“It is a lot to ask of a cat,” Goro points out.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Kurusu looks a bit glum and it’s almost enough to make him feel bad.

“Would a game of chess cheer you up? I should go home soon but I have time for one match if you’d like?” This is it. The moment of truth.

Kurusu perks up a bit, “Yeah… That sounds nice, I’ll go find Morgana later if he doesn’t come back.” He moves to get the chess supplies from behind the counter.

Goro smirks inwardly. Victory achieved.

[zrtranscripts]

Season 8, Mission 17: Red Right Hand

Worth Dyeing For?

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AMELIA SPENS: Janine, you do look dreadful.

JANINE DE LUCA: I'm perfectly able to participate in this mission, Miss Spens. The nanite control box was smashed, and the scientists on Dearg aren't answering our messages. But in the absence of a cure, I refuse to surrender to my illness.

AMELIA SPENS: Oh goodness, I wasn't suggesting you retire to bed. We need you on this mission. I was merely suggesting a little concealer might be in order? No one suits that "just climbed out of my death bed" pallor.

DUNCAN MACALLAN: For goodness sake, lass, have a little tact!

JANINE DE LUCA: You needn't concern yourself with Miss Spens' manner, Chief Macallan. Five and I are quite used to it.

AMELIA SPENS: And it's not lass, if you don't mind. It's Prime Minister.

DUNCAN MACALLAN: We don't recognize the authority of the British government here!

AMELIA SPENS: But I'm sure you recognize the authority of a fully-armed nuclear submarine parked off your coast. Besides, you lot are in no position to complain after the mess you've made of the mainland. There are red fungus infestations on beaches all down the west coast.

DUNCAN MACALLAN: That's got nae to do with us.

AMELIA SPENS: The fungal seed pods were carried on currents from this island and they left here on the day your people arrived, Janine. We burned most of them out before they could get a foothold, but Bangor was swamped before we knew it. [sighs] If I hadn't kept a burn cube aside for a special occasion, we could have lost the whole of Wales! And you lost the Edda, the only thing that might help us understand how to fight the fungus.

JANINE DE LUCA: We believe Jones may have had some help from someone on the island. That may be who has the Edda now.

AMELIA SPENS: And tracking down that someone will be my next priority. But first, we must discover the source of the red fungus. My sub has released a dye north of Mor Island into the same current that carried the seed pods to the mainland. If we follow the dye on the tide, we can locate the origin.

DUNCAN MACALLAN: I can see it. A bright green stain on the waves.

AMELIA SPENS: What are we waiting for? Let's go.

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DUNCAN MACALLAN: The green dye doesn't seem to be putting into land. It's following the curve of the shore. This could be a long run.

AMELIA SPENS: I'm sorry, are we inconveniencing you, Chief? Did you have something better to do with your day than save the entire United Kingdom? Maybe there's some minor theft or trespass that needs investigating?

DUNCAN MACALLAN: You were the one who wanted me to come on this run, if you remember.

AMELIA SPENS: For your local knowledge, not your stimulating conversation. You should take a leaf out of Five's book. Never a wasted word.

JANINE DE LUCA: Chief Macallan, did you tell anyone else where we were going?

DUNCAN MACALLAN: No. Uh, why would I?

JANINE DE LUCA: Because there's a figure on the moorland to our left, watching us. Miss Spens, my eyesight is not what it was. Can you describe what you see?

AMELIA SPENS: I can't make out much. The gray of their coat blends into the sky and the rocks behind them. I can see a broad purple stripe down the front. They have their hood pulled up to cover their face.

DUNCAN MACALLAN: Oh my Lord. A skincoat!

AMELIA SPENS: I beg your pardon?

DUNCAN MACALLAN: That's what they call the coat they're wearing. I haven't seen them for a long time. They were fishermen's coats originally, oiled with caraway to keep out the water. That's what gives them that pale green color.

JANINE DE LUCA: And the purple stripe?

DUNCAN MACALLAN: Aye, well, that's something else. The skincoat came to be a badge of office, you see, for those chosen to guard the island and its ways, the role of the coats passed down through families. It was all done away with when we appointed a modern police force.

AMELIA SPENS: Modern-ish.

JANINE DE LUCA: So what does it mean that someone's wearing one today, and watching us?

DUNCAN MACALLAN: Ach, I'd hoped it was just talk. Every since your torpedo uncovered the old sculpture, Prime Minister, some people have been saying it's a sign, a calling back to the old ways.

AMELIA SPENS: Why do the old ways always sound so sinister?

JANINE DE LUCA: It needn't necessarily be – oh. The person in the skincoat, they're gone. I didn't see them leave. Did you, Five?

AMELIA SPENS: Well, if they want to dress up in silly clothes and lurk about looking spooky, that's all very well. But we've got more important things to worry about. The leading edge of the dye is drawing ahead of us. We can't let it out of sight. Chop chop!

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AMELIA SPENS: The dye's leading us around another dreary, rock-strewn headland. How delightful. It escapes me why anyone would choose to live here.

DUNCAN MACALLAN: This place is in our blood. We've tended it for centuries and it's kept us safe. At least until you outsiders came along. No offense, Janine. But we did fine when we kept to ourselves and our old ways.

AMELIA SPENS: You kept yourself safe by sending your murderers off to kill people on the mainland.

DUNCAN MACALLAN: Aye, well, Jones never fitted in here.

AMELIA SPENS: And yet he seems obsessed with the island and its traditions.

JANINE DE LUCA: He was quite fixated on this king of the rocks ceremony of yours.

DUNCAN MACALLAN: "When gale blows and the moon shines, then gather at the silver pools. Swing around the rocks that stand. Give fruit to the sea to bless the land."

AMELIA SPENS: What?

DUNCAN MACALLAN: It's a rhyme about the king of the rocks. Bairns here learn it at their mother's breast. It explains how to do the ceremony. Gather at the rock pools on the night of the full moon. Pull the three standing stones upright if they've toppled, and dance around them. Then throw fruit from the cliffs into the ocean. In some ways, the king of the rocks is Mor Island. It's no wonder Jones was obsessed. It was the only piece of home he could keep with him.

JANINE DE LUCA: That, and the Edda.

AMELIA SPENS: I've had a team of the very best Norse scholars searching for sources on the missing fragment that Jones stole. We found a line drawing of the outside of the document. It's bound in white lamb leather embedded with rubies. Not the sort of thing that someone could hide in plain sight.

JANINE DE LUCA: I gather your men are conducting house to house searches?

DUNCAN MACALLAN: Which isnae going down too well.

AMELIA SPENS: I'm supremely uninterested in the islanders' delicate sensibilities. The Edda and the fungus, these are the only things that matter.

JANINE DE LUCA: We're one step closer to locating the fungus. The stream of dye is moving shoreward at last. Quick, we mustn't lose sight of it.

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AMELIA SPENS: You were right, Janine. The dye-stained waters are near to making landfall. We're very close to the source of the red fungus, and once my men have located the Edda, I can leave you people in peace. Not to say tedium.

DUNCAN MACALLAN: What about Janine's cure? I thought she was a friend of yours.

AMELIA SPENS: Oh, Janine will be just fine. The scientists will find a way to fix that nanite machine for her, or Five here will perform some last-minute death-defying rescue. You don't know the residents of Abel the way I do, Chief. They're annoyingly resilient.

DUNCAN MACALLAN: Is that a note of respect I hear?

AMELIA SPENS: Heaven forfend.

JANINE DE LUCA: Look! The dye is heading for that cave mouth.

DUNCAN MACALLAN: There's a disturbance in the water near the shore, can you see? It's churning like crazy!

[water splashes, zombies growl]

JANINE DE LUCA: Zombies, two of them. Probably stragglers from Jones' invasion force.

AMELIA SPENS: We can't let them cut us off from the cave mouth. It will be a month before we can conduct this experiment again.

JANINE DE LUCA: Then we will need to run.

~

[zombies growl]

DUNCAN MACALLAN: The zoms are still on our tail.

AMELIA SPENS: Can't you do something about them, Five? Lead them off down a side tunnel or something?

JANINE DE LUCA: These caves are a maze, Miss Spens. Five could become entirely lost.

AMELIA SPENS: But on the plus side, so could the zoms. Oh, they look awful covered in that green dye, as if someone's toy soldiers came to life and then started rotting.

JANINE DE LUCA: Look up on that ledge. It's very high, but isn't that a skincoat, Chief Macallan?

DUNCAN MACALLAN: Aye.

AMELIA SPENS: Just standing there watching us. You! What do you think you're doing?

DUNCAN MACALLAN: Gone again. Just faded back into the wall. Oh, this is troubling. The skincoats did keep justice here, but their idea of justice was often rough. Torture, and hunting men across the islands. I dinna like that someone wants to bring those traditions back.

JANINE DE LUCA: How did they get here before us? Ours was the most direct route, and we've been keeping a good pace!

DUNCAN MACALLAN: There could be more than one. Traditionally, there were nine skincoats. Nine guardians for the island.

JANINE DE LUCA: We've bigger things to worry about. The dye-filled stream is heading westward into that side tunnel. We must follow before we lose it.

DUNCAN MACALLAN: And before the zoms catch us!

~

AMELIA SPENS: I can't hear the zombies. Have we lost them?

JANINE DE LUCA: Perhaps they find these caverns as confusing as we do. Wait. I do recognize this cave. It's where you located Jones' original camp, Five.

DUNCAN MACALLAN: And look, we've reached our destination. The green dye is sinking into a borehole in the center, but I don't see any signs of your red fungus, Prime Minister.

JANINE DE LUCA: Five, help me to quarter the area. We must conduct a thorough search.

AMELIA SPENS: No need. Look up!

DUNCAN MACALLAN: At the cave roof? There's nothing up there but island pomegranates.

AMELIA SPENS: Those aren't pomegranates, they're seed pods. Can't you see the way the four leaves are folded open?

DUNCAN MACALLAN: Aye, I suppose. So what?

AMELIA SPENS: So that is the source of the fungal infection, you moron. There were pictures of those things in the Edda. The fungal spores were held inside.

JANINE DE LUCA: Five, didn't you say that Jones had a fire burning here when you found him? Perhaps the heat caused the pods to ripen.

DUNCAN MACALLAN: Oh. I suppose that explains why the Dearg scientists were so interested in them. They took some away for study years ago. I remember it because we all laughed at them in their hazmat suits, acting like the wee small things were dangerous when we'd had them on the island as long as anyone could remember.

JANINE DE LUCA: Do you mean to say these fungal pods are found in more than one location on the island?

DUNCAN MACALLAN: They're scattered about in the caves. No one paid them any mind.

AMELIA SPENS: And the scientists from Dearg were studying them years ago, before the zombie apocalypse?

DUNCAN MACALLAN: Aye, I think so.

AMELIA SPENS: Janine, your cure has become a lot more of a priority. Or should I say cover story. You need to go to Dearg immediately.

JANINE DE LUCA: They may not let us in. They've been refusing to respond to our comms requests.

AMELIA SPENS: Then you'll just have to find a way in without their help. We need to know what they're doing with the pods and why, and we must find out where the rest are located! [sighs] I suppose I'll be staying on this godforsaken rock longer than anticipated, or at least in my stateroom on the Undaunted. If we can't find and eradicate all the red fungus, the mainland will never be safe.

~