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whatsnewalycat · 2 years ago

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Psychomanteum / Chapter 8

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Chapter 8: Would You Rather

Chapter Summary: You and Dieter spend the day together.

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Word Count: 7k+

Content / Warnings: alternating POV, talk about addiction, grief, communication problems, confrontation, piv sex, homophobia, spanish homophobic slur, infertility, automatic writing, ghostie better back off, fluffy fluffy feeeeeeelings

Notes: Chapter title from "Would You Rather" by Phoebe Bridgers. Hey so about what I said when I started this series about putting out a chapter every week... I've found that it's not very realistic for me. It doesn't usually take me more than one or two weeks to finish writing a chapter, but I'll put them out when I'm done with them! Thank you so much for understanding and for reading. I appreciate you!!! Also I got a little behind on replying to people's nice comments, and if that's you, you'll be hearing from me tomorrow most likely lol THANKS AGAAAIN!

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When you wake up to the braying of your phone’s alarm, snuggled into the heat of Dieter’s naked body, the sun hasn’t even begun to peak over the horizon. The world is still drenched in darkness. His forehead rolls against the arch of your back as you breathe, the oil from his pores slick on the shared spot. Soft puffs of his sleeping breath spread over your spine and make you tingle.

You close your eyes and find that, if you’re still enough, you can feel the steady beat of his heart echo across your skin.

The night before replays in your head. Parker’s show. Dieter’s confrontation. The way he pushed you to your breaking point. The way he made it up to you.

You wonder if he’ll bring it up again, or if he considers the point of contention to be healed. If you’ll ever get the courage to tell him that it’s not just his wandering attention that hurt you. How do you tell him that his publicized cocaine binge picks away at your brain just as much?

You wonder if this stitched up wound will just be infected by lingering doubt and unasked questions. If your vigilant throat will keep the ache locked away in your chest. If an abscess will grow and rot until it’s too late for antibiotics and it swallows you whole.

The alarm goes off again.

I have to get up.

For a moment, you consider quietly gathering your clothes and slinking out of the room. The comfort of running away and hiding where it’s safe, at a distance far, far away from him, entices you. Maybe the overall net hurt of abandoning him would outweigh that of letting him in your life again.

Then you hear him snore, his slackened lips making a boioioing noise on the exhale. You take a deep breath, your intermingled scents wafting off the stark white sheets that were dampened by sex and sweat. The tickle of his bed head against the nape of your neck.

Your chest tightens.

Maybe the overall net joy of letting him in your life again would outweigh that of abandoning him.

You wriggle around to face him, drag your fingers through his hair, and kiss his forehead. His lungs expand at the contact. A dry hum sounds from his throat. You cup his cheek and drag your thumb against the grain of the gray patch in his beard, then press your lips to the tip of his nose. At this, he hums again and smiles.

“I have to go,” you whisper.

“No,” he croaks, one eye squinting open as he frowns, “Stay here, baby.”

His deep, sleep-drenched voice tugs at your heart. You sigh, “I have to work.”

“Lemme come with,” he mumbles, his limbs waking to pull you closer.

“Do you really want to?”

He hums and nods, “When do we gotta go?”

“Like now,” you chuckle.

Dieter groans and rolls onto his back, then stretches his hands and feet as far away from his body as they’ll go. When he sits up and gets out of bed, your eyes follow, admiring the soft edges of him in the darkness.

“Want some clothes so you don’t have to put a fucking tuxedo back on?” he asks you as he hovers over his open suitcase, rifling through its contents, then adds, “You fancy motherfucker?”

Sitting up and stretching, you yawn, “I suppose.”

He tosses a pair of drawstring sweatpants and a soft t-shirt onto the bed for you, then starts tugging on clothes. The bedside lamp clicks as you twist its knob. Its light floods the room.

You wince away from the brightness and stand up out of bed, “You really don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to. You can sleep in and come over later.”

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” he smirks at you, gaze dropping to your tits for one last peak before you pull his shirt over your head.

“No,” you scoff, “I just- y’know, I don’t want to make you think you have to-”

“Trust me, sweetheart,” he threads his arms through a black hoodie, “I want to.”

You walk around the bed and approach him, linking your hands behind his neck, “If you say so.”

His puffy, dark eyes meet yours and they linger for a tender moment. He leans forward and kisses your forehead, then in a mumbles against your skin, “You’re making me breakfast and coffee though.”

“Deal,” you chuckle.

Cool autumn air wafts into the apartment through the open windows, counteracting the heat that’s been radiating from the oven all morning. The two air masses dance and swirl with the music from your stereo and the steam rising from cookies laying out on the cooling rack. Dieter is sitting at the counter across from you, sketching and keeping you company while you bake.

“Would you rather freeze to death or be burned alive?” he asks without looking up from his paper.

You tilt your head to the side and scrunch your face up towards the ceiling, tapping your index finger to your chin, then shrug, “Freeze to death.”

“It would take so long, though,” Dieter glances up at you with a furrowed brow, “Wouldn’t you rather just,” he makes a hand gesture like an explosion, “Get it over with?”

“Mmm, no, I hear the delirium from hypothermia fucking rules,” you pick up one of the cookies off the plate between you and split it in half. The soft craters and layers inside are exposed.

With a frown, he sets down his pencil and grabs a cookie. He stares at it as he considers this, but then declares, “I’d still choose fire.”

“Interesting,” you nod in acknowledgment.

Dieter bites off a chunk of the cookie, moans and nods, then takes another bite before setting it down on the counter. He wipes the crumbs off his gray t-shirt, then picks up his pencil again.

“Would you rather take a vow of celibacy or a vow of silence?” you ask, then sink your teeth into the cookie’s thin crust. It gives way to the squishy middle. You hum and wiggle your shoulders in approval.

Dieter sits up straight, then shakes his head, “Burned alive.”

“Not an option,” you chuckle.

He crosses his arms and pushes his mouth to one side, then glances up at you, “Can I break the vow?”

“No, you physically cannot break the vow.”

“Fine,” he sighs, “Vow of silence.”

“Same,” you snort, taking another bite of cookie.

“Would you rather your crush be able to read your mind or have access to your internet history?”

“I’d never subject you to this horror show,” you point to your forehead, then ponder out loud, “But, on the other hand, if you had my internet history, you’d see how many times I’ve googled your name.”

After the words leave your mouth, you wince at yourself. All the blood rushes to your cheeks.

He raises his eyebrows and leans forward expectantly. A shit-eating grin spreads across his face as he asks, “Oh yeah?”

You bite down on the bottom lip of your smile and shake your head. He props his chin up on his fists and leans even closer.

You fold over onto the counter, hiding your face. The pencil clatters against the countertop, then his barstool squeaks and groans as he stands up and makes his way around the counter.

“That’s adorable,” he chuckles as his hands snake around your waist from behind. He mumbles against your neck, “You still have to answer the question, sweetheart.”

“Oh my god,” you shake your head. His fingertips tap against your belly as he waits patiently for you to continue.

“Internet history.”

“Agreed,” he responds. His lips tickle your neck, “Really, if you can read someone’s mind, you can ask them about their internet history and get all the details.”

“Bingo.”

The oven starts beeping, so he lets you go and returns to his seat while you pull out the sheet pans and plop them onto their designated spaces on the countertop, each marked by dark green hot pads. After tossing your oven mitts down and turning off the oven, you lean over the counter towards him again, “Would you rather get rich in a way that disappoints your family or just make enough money to live?”

“Well I already do one of those things, so,” he mutters. His eyes are narrowed in concentration as he shades the humanesque figure on his paper.

You frown at him, “Really? Your family doesn’t like that you’re a famous actor?”

“Nope,” he enunciates the P sound with a loud pop that draws your eyes to his plush lips, “Pa is very traditional, machismo. You know, with his upbringing, and being a Marine and all that, he thinks what I do is…” he stops drawing and gnashes his jaw to the side, trying to find the right word, finally settling on, “Shameful.”

You hum and nod. He resumes drawing. As he talks, you study the gentle tics that pinch and stretch his face.

“According to him, acting is something that gays and women do,” Dieter’s words are tinged with spite and exasperation, “ Maricón, he’d always call me. Which is like a, uh, slur for gay people. Fucking asshole ”

Fury on his behalf flares in your veins. Your vision tinges red when you imagine his father calling him this. You try to remain calm and neutral as you ask, “Is your whole family like that?”

“Mostly, yeah. Ma is supportive, but he doesn’t like it when she talks to me,” the corner of his mouth shrugs up into his cheek, “When I visit, he and my brother don’t talk to me, really. It, um… it’s pretty fucking shitty.”

“How many siblings do you have?”

“Just my older brother, Tomás. And he’s the golden child, you know. He’s just like Pa. A colonel in the marines and very,” he beats his fist against his chest and makes an exaggerated stern face, “manly.”

You nod sympathetically and meet his gaze, “That fucking sucks. I’m sorry, Dee.”

His lips purse into a pout and he sighs, “So yeah. Rich and disappointing, it is.”

The way his eyes seem to flatten at the mention of his family squeezes your heart into a pulp. You want to hold him and absorb all the bad, like a healing stone. You want him to feel peace and belonging. You want him to see that he deserves it.

“I think it’s really great that you followed your dreams instead of letting some sad asshole dictate your happiness,” you tell him, reaching across the counter to offer your hand.

“Thanks,” he takes it and gives you a squeeze, a wistful smile creeping across his face as he sighs, “What about you? Rich and disappointing or just enough to get by?”

“Mmm, well, I’m a disappointment and barely make enough to get by,” you smirk, “So I think I’d rather be rich about it.”

“Business isn’t going well?” he questions.

“I mean,” you scrunch up your face and shrug, “It’s fine. I’m able to make it work. But I lost a lot of clients when people had to start picking up versus delivery. And Ethan drained our savings buying blow before he died.”

“He did?” Dieter frowns. His thumb smooths a circle against yours. The motion soothes the uncomfortable stretch of opening up to him.

You nod and raise an eyebrow, “Also, I don’t know if you know this or not, but being a drug dealer doesn’t really come with life insurance or a retirement plan.”

“Oh, really?” he asks, voice dripping with sarcasm. A grin spreads across his face and warms you.

“I know, it’s kind of shocking,” you roll your eyes and smirk. The playlist broadcasting over your speakers ends. Quiet settles over the two of you. It’s just his thumb grazing yours, both of you staring at the clasped hands.

“You know, I can help you-”

“Absolutely not,” you shake your head.

He tilts his head and scrunches his nose up, “Why not?”

“I’m not gonna let my…” you falter here, mouth hanging open in limbo, unable to verbalize what the next word should be.

My what , exactly?

“Boyfriend?” he finishes.

Your gaze flicks to his and you see that his dark eyes are soft and hopeful. Heat creeps up your neck, onto your cheeks. Your heart starts pounding heavy in your chest. You can’t stop the giant smile from beaming across your face, “Is… that what you are? My boyfriend?”

His thumb works faster against your hand now. He shifts in his seat with a shrug, Adam’s apple bobbing as he inquires, “Is that what you want me to be?”

Regardless of the voice in your head telling you to play it cool, you can’t get the smile to dim, or lessen the giddiness that’s bubbling in your chest. His tongue darts out across his lower lip and he mirrors the goofy ass grin on your face, dimpling his cheeks.

You stammer, “That would be, um… that would be… yeah. Yes.”

“Ok,” he beams, “You’re my girlfriend, then.”

“Ok,” you try to clamp your lips between your teeth in an attempt to smother the smile, but fail. It breaks free and lights up your face.

“Fuck, come here,” he mumbles, pushing his stool back and making his way over to you. His palms cup your cheeks as he holds you against the counter, pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss is ripe with a hot, desperate kind of want. Its urgency drips down your back and settles between your thighs. Your hands creep up the loose cotton of his t-shirt, delighting in the heat of his body on your palms. He hums, leaning hard into your touch, tongue sliding soft and wet against yours.

A moan rumbles inside your throat. His hands trace the outline of your body, fingertips ghosting along the goosebumps lacing your arms, under the hem of the t-shirt you borrowed from him, trailing across the excitable skin of your abdomen. The gentle touch leaves quivering muscles in its wake, sparks of pleasure igniting a fire inside you.

“Bedroom,” you mumble against his mouth. He pulls back and grabs your hand, squeezing your palms together like he can’t stand to part the skin-to-skin contact for even a moment. A grin breaks out across your face as you watch the way he shuffles through the kitchen, down the hall, through your bedroom door.

You turn around to close the door, and his arms wrap around your waist. His lips press into the crook of your neck, then his tongue rolls against your pulse and you whisper, “Oh my god, Dee-”

“Mmm,” he hums, “Can’t fucking get enough of you, Lua, you know that?”

His teeth catch your earlobe and you gasp, a delicious ripple of ecstasy trickles down your spine. You anchor your hands in his hair, nodding in agreement. He drags his tongue along the shell of your ear. Your knees buckle beneath you as a rush of euphoria floods your brain.

Dieter pulls you back up, the puppeteer yanking your marionette strings taught. You turn around and barrage him with hungry kisses, urging him backwards.

Each blind step the two of you take is accented by lust-drenched panting. Both of you tug at the other's clothes, ripping off shirts and pants and underwear until there’s nothing left and he’s tumbling backwards onto your bed, pulling you down after him.

You clamber on top of him, settling your hips on his. A hand lands at the nape of your neck and he pulls you in for another kiss. You whine into the feeling of his mouth against your own. The thick length of his cock parts your swollen pussy lips and grinds against you, earning a moan from your throat as the flames of pleasure lap away at your insides.

You lean back enough to bring his face into focus. Your fingers comb through his hair as you study his face, admiring how his lust-blown eyes drag across every inch of your body. He bites his bottom lip and meets your gaze.

His hands slide up your thighs, hips thrusting upwards, and he purrs, “Fuck, you’re so goddamn beautiful,” he brings one hand to your cheek and brushes the pad of his thumb against your lips, “Just fucking look at you.”

Dieter’s words are dripping with raw wonderment. He’s looking up at you like you’re some kind of divine miracle he’s been blessed to witness. Your heart throbs in your chest.

You let yourself sink into the warmth this man evokes. It's like wading into a hot spring, the way it sears your skin and soothes your aching soul. Your fingertips trace the contours of his face in an attempt to etch this moment into your long-term memory. His eyelids flutter and his lips part. A smile creeps across your face.

He drops his hands to the tops of your thighs, caressing them as he grins up at you, “What’re you smiling about?”

“You’re really goddamn beautiful, too, Dee,” you coo, eyes flicking down to his lips for a moment before meeting his gaze again. Desire saturates his features, heating the air between you, reeling you both in until your foreheads press together.

When you capture his lips in yours, he groans into the kiss. He rolls his hips, sliding his slick, twitching cock over your clit. You reach down and guide him to your entrance. His mouth gapes open, breath hitching as you sink down onto him. Gravity lowers you down, the electric stretch of him pulling a whimper from your throat.

“Holy fucking shit,” he chokes out. His digits dig into your thighs. All ten pressure points radiate a sinful ache. You moan against his lips and start rutting up and down the length of him. And, fuck, every single nerve ending he rubs along floods you with a high-frequency pleasure that makes your ears buzz.

He hums, trailing hot, wet kisses from your mouth, to your jaw, to your neck. His lips vacuum seal against your pulse and he sucks the skin between his teeth. A shudder echoes down the middle and you run your fingers through his hair, cooing, “That’s so good, baby, yes- yes, fuck, Dee I fucking love it.”

With a wet pop, his mouth departs your neck and he rumbles, “Wanna leave my mark on you-“ his teeth bite down on the round of your shoulder. The sharp sting intertwines with the sheer ecstasy of him filling your cunt over and over again, and you let out a choked sob.

“Want everyone to know you’re fucking mine,” he growls, gripping your thighs even tighter. His greedy confession vibrates between the layers of your skin, “Aren’t you, Lua?”

You whimper and nod, swallowing hard, eyes fluttering shut as he starts to fuck up into you. His cock drags back and forth over something so fucking delicious, it overrides your brain, and all you can think is more of that, more, more. Your fucking heart races and you break out in a sweat.

“Tell me, baby,” his hands slide to your hips, where he tightens his grasp, “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Dee,” you mewl, “All fucking yours- oh my fucking god-”

“I’m yours, too, you know that?” he pants, “You know how much I fucking care about you?”

“Yes-” the word come out in a choked sob, and you whimper, “Fuck, that is so good, don’t fucking stop, baby.”

You fold over and press your lips to his, moaning into the kiss. Your hands roam to the sides of his face, thumbs grazing the patchy facial hair on his cheeks as you rest your sweaty forehead on his and take his cock.

“Your pussy is fucking perfect, Lua” he husks, voice bouncing with each thrust, “Like fucking heroin, I swear to fucking god-”

“God I fucking love it when you talk dirty to me,” you growl, then nuzzle against his neck, catching his salty skin between your teeth and sucking on it.

He moans and bucks his hips up into you. A muffled cry sounds from your throat as the shock wave of impact compounds on the already mounting pleasure and he starts panting, “Yeah? You fucking love that, baby? You like when I cram my fat cock in that sweet pussy then tell you how good it fucking feels? Hmm?”

Your wrecked sob is buried against his neck, the edges of your mind peeling up as the ecstasy at your center starts to throb and grow. You release his neck and hover above his mouth as you moan through gritted teeth, “Yes, I fucking love it, don’t stop-”

“I wouldn’t fucking dare. Won’t stop 'til I feel that tight cunt squeeze the ever loving fuck out of me-“

A gasp expands your lungs as a wave of pleasure starts to swell, “Oh- oh, holy shit- ”

“Yes- oh my god- that’s it, baby- there we go,“ Dieter purrs, driving into you at a maddening pace, “Fuck yes, that’s it.”

Ecstasy crashes down on you, and your whole body quivers under its impact, pulling a strangled noise from your throat. He moans and his hands fly to your face to pull you in for a needy kiss, snapping his hips against yours, gasping against your mouth as he finds his release.

Your bodies slow their writhing and go slack. All those tingling muscles relax. You rest your head on his chest and melt into a puddle on top of him, eyes drifting closed as a satisfied smile creeps across your face. Dieter hums and lays one hand on the small of your back while the other pets your hair.

In the noise’s inflection, you can hear him smiling, too.

The thud of his heartbeat against your cheek, the warmth of his skin flush on yours, the motion of his palm rubbing into the base of your spine, it leaves you weightless and euphoric.

Your bones buzz with this sensation that you can’t quite put your finger on.

Like when you were a kid biking around the deserted streets of your hometown on a summer night. Wind blowing through your hair, cooling your sticky, sweat-drenched skin. Laughing as you and your friends took turns trying to navigate your bikes without touching the handlebars. When time was meaningless because all that existed was the moment you were living.

It’s on the tip of your tongue, fluttering in your chest in an attempt to make itself known.

Dieter’s lips press against your forehead and he mumbles, “I could stay here forever.”

It hits you then. That feeling like sunshine and freedom and living.

Happiness.

Dieter is hunched over his sketchbook, eyes flicking up to the closed door that always seems to steep his soul in ice. The yellow, chewed-up pencil pinched between his fingers seems to move on instinct, skipping over his consciousness completely as the graphite tip glides across the buttery paper.

You’re only a few paces behind him, handing off a box of cannabis-laced apple cider donuts to a client, but the melodic tune of your chit chat seems miles away.

A dark wall. An antique mirror. A pallid, silver-haired man inside the mirror, staring at him with vacant eyes.

The door to your apartment shuts. A metallic thunk from the deadbolt jolts him out of his trance. As he studies the illustration made in his fugue state, his spine stiffens. He chucks the pencil across the counter and pushes the stool out behind him to stand.

Of course, he recognizes Ethan.

Not just from the flashes of his face that grip Dieter’s heart like a hawk’s talons, but from that hazy period between winning an Oscar and COVID-19 lockdown.

The tall, angular man who arrived at a rooftop party in Greenwich Village with armfuls of edibles that blew Dieter’s mind. Ethan was only there for a short time, but strangely enough, meeting him is one of the only remaining memories Dieter has from that night.

He approached Dieter, who was shoveling a pot brownie in his face over a garbage can, with a disarming smile as he pointed to the dessert, “Good, right?”

Dieter hummed and nodded, trying to quickly chew a mouthful in order to respond.

“No worries, man, sorry for sneaking up on ya while you’re eating,” he chuckled and waved one hand in a dismissive gesture, then pinched a joint between his full lips. The orange flame of the lighter illuminated his face as he lit it.

By this time, Dieter was able to swallow the brownie and clear his throat, wiping his chocolate-tinged fingertips on his dress pants before extending his hand, “Dieter Bravo.”

“Ethan,” he gave Dieter’s hand a firm shake, then held the joint out to him in offering.

Dieter accepted it, taking a few puffs as Ethan gave a sharp nod towards the party’s epicenter, all lit up and crowded, “Having fun?”

His eyes scanned the party, noting how nobody seemed to be dancing, and how everyone kept looking at their phones, as if waiting for another Saturday night party option. He shrugged and passed the joint back, “Something to do.”

“Fuck, dude, that bad?” Ethan laughed, the low notes coming out short little bursts from his belly. He took a puff off the joint and passed it to Dieter, “You’re an actor, right?”

“Yeah,” Dieter responded as he pinched the joint between his lips and inhaled.

“I like your shit, man,” Ethan grinned and took the joint back.

“Thanks,” he smiled and nodded in acknowledgement, then gestured to the display of edibles, “I like your shit, too. How is it… fudgy and crispy?”

“Fuckin’ a, right? My girl bakes everything, she’s a fuckin’ genius at that shit,” Ethan shook his head and grinned.

“Amazing,” Dieter nodded.

“So tell me-“ Ethan stopped to inhale, giving Dieter a moment to brace for whatever question the man was loading. On the exhale, he asked, “What’s your favorite shape?”

Dieter’s head jerked back and he laughed, “Favorite shape?”

“Weren’t expecting that one, were ya?” a shit-eating grin spread across Ethan’s face and he passed the joint.

“Well, no,” Dieter stammered and took a hit, then scratched his chin and shrugged, “but obviously it’s a triangle.”

“ Obviously , he says,” Ethan laughed and slapped his own knee, “That’s good shit. Triangles are fucking cool.”

“They are fucking cool, aren’t they?” Dieter chuckled and passed the joint.

Ethan took one more hit, then dropped it on the cement paver of the rooftop patio and smashed it with the toe of his shoe, “Listen man, I gotta dip, but if you ever wanna order anything, text me or gimme a call. I can deliver to most places within city limits.”

He held out a white business card that was completely blank except for a ten digit phone number handwritten in black ink. Dieter took it from him and nodded, “Right on.”

“Nice talkin’ to ya,” he gave a quick wave and turned to go.

“Wait-“ Dieter called out, then when Ethan turned around, he asked, “What’s your favorite shape?”

“Circle, hands down,” he answered.

Dieter met with Ethan every once in a while after this to buy edibles. He admired how easy-going the man was, and of course, the quality of the product. He never put much thought into the encounters, because at the time, they were just drug deals.

But now, as Dieter finds his infatuation with you growing wider as each second passes, he has been trying to remember more about your late husband. Any kind of clue to explain how the Ethan he met on that rooftop ended up trying to end both your lives.

There’s something lingering at the edge of his memory, fuzzy and out-of-focus. It weaves its way between the tendons in his neck and pulls them tight.

“Are you ok?” you come up from behind him and hesitantly rest your hand on his bicep.

When he glances over at you, you’re searching his face, eyes gleaming with concern. His shoulders slacken and he shakes his head, confessing, “I don’t know what the fuck just happened to me.”

“What do you mean?” you frown.

Dieter’s eyes dart between your face and the page. His throat feels tight when he swallows, then clears his throat, “I don’t know how to explain it. I was drawing, but I was totally fucking zoned out, and-”

Your gaze falls to his open sketchbook. You drop your hand loose to your side and take a step towards it. He sees your whole body go rigid as you study it.

“Did… did you go in that room?” you question, spinning around to face him. His stomach twists in a knot when he recognizes the fear in your eyes.

He stammers, “N-no, I wouldn’t…”

Your body relaxes as you process this information, brow furrowing as you sigh, “No, I know you wouldn’t.”

His nerve endings feel raw and exposed, skin crawling as the silence creeps into his ears like nails on a chalkboard.

“Is that what it looks like?” Dieter gestures to his sketchbook, then runs a hand through his hair.

You nod and fiddle with the drawstring of his pajama pants that you’re still wearing.

“I swear, Lua, I don’t know what happened, it was fucking weird,” he runs a hand down his face and shakes his head, “I- I didn’t mean to scare you or anything.”

“No, I know,” you step towards him, hooking your hands at the back of his neck, “I’m sorry.”

Dieter wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, eyes flicking to the doorway he despises, then back to your face, “No need to apologize, doll.”

Your eyebrows press together, gaze unblinking. One of your thumbs starts oscillating against the skin at the nape of his neck. The comfort of your embrace seeps into his bloodstream, sedating his adrenaline-fueled heart. His eyes blink shut and he takes a deep breath as his muscles start to slacken.

“Do… Do you need to leave?” you ask him quietly.

His eyes snap open and meet yours, brow furrowing as he frowns, “I’m not leaving you.”

A smile stretches across your lips and your face gets all flushed, then you stammer “I- I just mean- um, I don’t want you to feel like you have to be here-“

“Mmm, no, see,” Dieter smirks and brushes his thumb against your cheek, “We have plans for a shitty movie marathon and I fully intend on keeping that date.”

“Ok, but-”

“I think your boy just needs to mind his goddamn manners,” Dieter raises an eyebrow and nods towards the spare bedroom.

You tilt your head and frown thoughtfully, “Have you asked him to leave you alone?”

“Does- does that work?”

“I dunno, maybe? Maybe he doesn’t, like,” you scrunch your nose up and shrug, “Know ghost etiquette?”

He laughs and shakes his head, “Ghost etiquette?”

“I don’t fucking know!” you start laughing from your belly, head falling back towards the ceiling as the melody fills his heart to the brim. He just fucking beams at you as you bring your gaze back to his and smile, “I don’t know, I’m just…” your smile starts to fade and your eyes drop to the floor, “I’m sorry he’s fucking with you.”

He presses his forehead against yours and mumbles, “I’m fine, sweetheart, don’t worry.”

When the term of endearment rolls from his lips, it doesn’t taste like it has hundreds of times before. It’s gooey and saccharine, melting across his tongue like those chocolates that come in shiny red heart-shaped boxes.

You hum, fingers tangling in his hair as you pull him in for a kiss. Your lips are soft and warm, moving leisurely against his. And, fuck, this makes it all worth it. The nights he spent wide awake, aching with want, tortured by the thought of someone else touching you. Flying across the country to track you down and argue with you in the street. Even dealing with the intrusions from your dead husband.

When you pull back to meet his eyes, your hands cup his cheeks, thumbs grazing against his facial hair, “That was my last customer. Do you wanna run some errands with me?”

“Would you rather be abducted by aliens or stranded at sea?” Dieter asks. Your head is cradled by his belly, body stretched out across the grass, perpendicular to his.

You’re holding a blood red leaf above your head with one hand while the other is clasped warm against his. The sun hovers in the cloudless sky off to the west, heating him to comfort despite the crisp air on his face and the cool earth beneath his back. There’s a pile of plastic bags next to him, the results of this afternoon’s supply run. The two of you couldn’t resist stopping at the park across from your apartment to bask in the sun before starting on dinner.

“Abducted, hands down,” you answer, closing one eye as you move the leaf close to your face, then further away, “You?”

“Beam me up, baby.”

“Would you rather be trapped in a room with one million tarantulas for ten minutes or be forced to eat ten tarantulas in ten minutes?”

“Are they alive or dead?”

“Alive, obviously,” you drop your extended arm to your side and look over at him.

“Fuck that,” he groans, “Do I have to?”

You raise an eyebrow at him and smirk, “Them’s the rules.”

“Shit, I guess… I guess trap me in the room and hope one of them puts me out of my misery quickly,” he responds, stomach churning at the thought of eight million furry legs crawling around him.

“That’s a good point,” you frown, then look back up at the sky, “Same.”

“Would you rather never have kids, or have triplets that have to be in the same room as you until they turn 18?”

As soon as the question leaves his lips, his stomach flips with regret. Just one second too late, he remembers you telling him that you’re infertile. His body tenses as he tries to figure out how to shove his foot in his mouth at this angle.

You release a heavy sigh, then shake your head, “I, um…”

“I’m- fuck, I’m sorry,” he cranes his neck to look at you, “I’m an ass, I completely-”

“No, it’s ok,” you reassure him, although your somber tone implies that it is not , in fact, ok. With a shrug, you answer, “I’ve always wanted kids. Gimme the Velcro babies.”

The muscles in his throat tighten as he contemplates what to say next, smoothing a circle against the back of your hand with his thumb.

Dieter considers answering his “would you rather” question, but it morphs into “would you rather Lua think you don’t want kids when she does, or think you want kids when she can’t bear them?”

It’s more impossible than the tarantula question.

He also considers asking why you can’t have children. Not that the answer would affect his feelings for you. It’s just something that, like every other part of you, sits at the back of his brain, piquing his curiosity. He has this burning desire to unfold you and lay you flat, to hear all your stories ad nauseam, to memorize every single line of your verbal autobiography. He wants to know you better than he knows himself.

Instead of letting either of these things leave his mouth, or worse yet, changing the subject, Dieter waits. He stays quiet, but present, thumb grazing against your hand to reassure you that he’s there.

“I was a stepmom, though,” you say eventually, glancing up at him, “Ethan had two kids with his ex-wife.”

“Oh yeah? Do you still get to see them?”

“No,” you chuckle, “Miri didn’t really like Ethan having them, so I didn’t see them much. I think I spent more time with them when we were sitting shiva than the five years Ethan and I were together.”

Dieter hums in acknowledgment, then asks, “Why didn’t she like him having them?”

“What, besides our very legal business dealings?” you snort. After a beat of silence, you roll on your side to face him, “That’s… not true, actually. She doesn’t know about that.”

He studies your thoughtful expression. You tuck your interlaced hands between your cheek and his belly and avert your gaze, then start picking at individual blades of grass from the earth with your free hand, “Ethan was… an addict. She put up with a lot of shit before they split. And after they split, before we were together, there was a night where he got fucked up and left the kids at his apartment. They were only 4 and 8. Miri came to get them the next afternoon and they were still there alone. He said he completely forgot about them. They were all pretty fucked up about it.”

“Holy shit,” Dieter breathes.

“I know, it’s so fucked,” you shake your head, “So yeah, I get it. I never held that against her or anything. She was just trying to protect her kids.”

You glance up at him, surveying his face as he listens intently, then return your attention to ripping blades of grass from their roots, “When we got engaged, she tried to warn me. But I didn’t listen. I thought I knew him better. I did lines with him occasionally, and he didn’t go off the deep end like that, so I thought he changed. Or like it was different because he was with me, like I cured him or something,” you scoff and roll your eyes, “So dumb.”

“It’s not dumb,” Dieter frowns and squeezes your hand, “People change.”

You crinkle your nose and go silent.

A deep ache hollows out his chest. In that quiet moment, as he watches your face sag with skepticism, he vows to make a true believer out of you.

“Hey,” he mumbles.

Your eyes flick to his. Electricity trickles down his spine and capsizes his stomach.

“Thank you for sharing with me.”

A smile stretches across your face and you nuzzle against his hand, “You’re welcome, love.”

He licks his lips, takes a deep breath, then says, “And, um, thank you… for giving me another chance.”

You nod and hum in acknowledgment, but your smile falters a little as you search his face. Hurt still lingers in the background of your features. His guts twist when he recognizes it.

“Sleeping with Katie was… fuck, I regret it every goddamn day.”

“Dee, it’s ok,” you mutter, gaze dropping to the grass. You pinch a few at a time now, ripping them away, their corpses growing into a small, green haystack.

“ No , it’s not,” he asserts, and your eyes flit to his again as he spouts off, “You know why? Because I knew how I felt about you, and I did it anyway. And then I fucking-”

“Dieter-” you sit up and fold your legs under your body, releasing his hand to place a palm on his sternum.

He follows suit, pushing off the cool earth to cross his legs and lean close to you, “No, Lua, we have to clear the air. Otherwise it’ll keep fucking lingering and eating away at us.”

You think about this for a moment, brow furrowed as you pluck a few more blades of grass. Then you look up and meet his eyes, nodding, “Ok.”

“Ok,” he grins and straightens his spine, then beckons you closer, rumbling, “C’mere, beautiful.”

You crawl into his lap, wrapping your legs around him and linking your hands behind his neck. He can smell the notes of vanilla and macadamia wafting off your skin and hair, see the conflict of this intimate kind of confrontation creasing your forehead.

His fingers grip your sides gently and he sighs, “I fucked up. I went on a fucking bender. It was embarrassing, how I acted. I’m…” he shakes his head and meets your eyes as his face slackens, “Fuck, so ashamed. And I didn’t know-”

“It’s ok, love,” you assure him, pressing your forehead to his.

“But that’s what it was with Ethan, wasn’t it? Coke?”

You nod.

He slides his hands around your waist, cradling your spine in his interlaced hands, pulling you closer as he swears, “I promise that’s the last time.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you mumble.

The impact of your statement makes him wince.

“Listen, I know you don’t believe me. And that’s fine, Lua, it really is,” he pulls back to meet your eyes again, “I mean it, though.”

You search his face, then nod, “Ok.”

The two of you stay here like this, gaze locked, steeped in the heat of vulnerability. Dieter relishes the way this invisible tether between your soul and his seems to thicken and pull taut. Adoration swells his heart until his chest aches at the excess luggage.

“I, um…” you swallow hard, take a deep breath, then tell him quietly, “I’m sorry for icing you out.”

He hums in acknowledgment, pulling you closer until your bellies are pressed together.

You nuzzle into the crook of his neck and sigh against his skin, “I felt so… I don’t know, rejected? Like… embarrassed that I felt something when you didn’t.”

Dieter rests his cheek on your head and his eyelids flutter closed as he listens to you.

“It fucking hurt. And that scared the shit out of me,” you confess, your voice shaky and damp, “I didn’t think…” you sniffle and wriggle your face against the collar of his jacket, “I didn’t think I would feel like this again. Especially so soon.”

His arms squeeze around you, hugging you as he admits, “I didn’t think I would either.”

In the distance, he hears geese honking in their flock, flying south for the winter. A brisk gust of air rustles the plastic bags laying on the ground a few feet away. They’re filled with apples, snacks for tonight, dry ingredients that needed restocking, and deli sandwiches. His stomach rumbles and a chill raises goosebumps across his skin.

As if you can read his mind, you mumble, “I’m fucking freezing. Let’s go make some soup.”

[ Next Chapter ]

#dieter bravo x f!reader #dieter bravo x female reader #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x fem!reader #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x ofc #dieter bravo smut #dieter bravo fluff #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo x y/n #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fanfiction #psychomanteum

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jackals-ships · 6 months ago

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talking with @goldenworldsabound about knockout bullying and i was overcome, filled with an immediate Need to slap out a flash fic

“Breaksie says you've been sneaking out agaaain.~”

Knockout doesn't jump, and Jackal's reasonably sure it's only because he wakes up assuming that they're going to pop out at him at some point during the day. Like they have now! Complete with scampering and everything to slide across his desk.

He does fix them with a Look however, sitting pretty between fond amusement and vaguely disgruntled. Which, like, fair they've caught him in the middle of doing…something. Some Decepticon probably maybe important whatevers. “I don't know what you're talking about. Me? Sneaking off the ship to engage in the racing that Starscream specifically got onto me about? I would never.”

“Uh-huh.” They've clambered onto his keyboard now, ensuring that they're the center of his attention. “Sooooooo what's their name?” hands pillowed under their chin for maximum “just a little guy” energy.

“What's who’s name?”

“The human you're seeing!” He does twitch then and Jackal, being such a good friend, pretends they saw nothing. For now.

“Breaks didn't say as much buut Stars has been grumbling at me that he can't prove you're sneaking out but he's totally convinced you are. And like no one's gone “holy shit! aliens!” minus the usual dudes who go “holy shit aliens” soo I'm assuming you have someone helping you out. So what's their naaame?”

“...don't you have our illustrious Lord to go bother-” They cut him off with a laugh, high pitched and delighted. His attempts at deflecting confirming what they already knew and another thing they'd suspected.

“Oh my God you have a crush-” (“No-”) “No! No you do! You absolutely do! If you didn't you woulda immediately fed me some lines about “human pets bluh bluh mechs are better than the squishy things grr grumble rawr” like the other cons like to do!”

They're halfway to bouncing in glee while Knockout looks like he's experiencing his first ever migraine and or contemplating locking them in a drawer. On purpose this time instead of accidentally.

“Listen.” He's gone full having a moment, steepling his fingers and everything. “They're just a pet-” (“Mhm.”) “Just. A pet. To help me get into races and not draw suspicion. Like the Autobots do.” (“Mmmhm.”) “.....Their name is Void Light.” He tries to muffle it but they can hear the exact second his engine kicks on, rumbling out a deep purr.

“Uh-huh. Juust a pet. Yeah y'know Meg’s said similar about me and then a week later I was cuddling on him while we napped together-”

They're still cackling even as he scoops them up, depositing them firmly outside of his door.

A door which does no better muffling the loud embarrassed-happy roar of his engines. Oh this was gonna be fun.

#jackals barks #golden tag #transformers jackal voice i have woken up i have chosen violence <3 #truth coming out of her well to shame mankind? no. jackal coming out of the ceiling to bully knockout

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iustitians · 9 months ago

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ooc; headcanons/worldbuilding - on the Dragon Sovereign's Authority or lack thereof, and how it fucks with you

(whiny child voice) Moooom Neffi is turning a meme into a serious meta agaaain

Fontaine Archon Quest spoilers (4.2 in particular) below.

No really, this idea literally did start with a meme. Specifically, with this post that I accidentally ran into on Twitter. My first reaction was, presumably, similar to everyone else's. I laughed and was like "lmao yeah they kinda have a point". And then I started thinking. (Oh no.)

Exactly why was Neuvillette like this?

And as I thought about it more, I had a bit of an epiphany. Or maybe just a bunch of random thoughts, who knows. Anyway.

Even though Neuvillette's identity as the Hydro Dragon Sovereign is revealed to us in 4.1 and so is his negative attitude towards Celestia (he openly refers to the Heavenly Principles as the "First Usurper"), it is not until after completing Masquerade of the Guilty that his character story parts and voice lines about judging the Archons and the heavens, restoring the original order etc are unlocked. In addition, they are also generally worded in a more grandiose - and sometimes borderline hostile - tone than what is made available to us prior to 4.2. (With the exception of Neuvillette's final ascension quote, but quite frankly, it's literally a 4.2 spoiler that in my opinion should have been blocked by story progression as well. But maybe they just don't do that to ascension quotes. I dunno.)

Before we complete the 4.2 AQ, the most we get is Neuvillette mocking Venti and Zhongli for the fake Visions, which like... when you think about it, he kinda has a point lmao. The tone of his voice lines towards the Archons that unlock after completing said AQ also cannot be compared to his attitude towards Furina - whom he believes to be the Hydro Archon - throughout the Fontaine story. Yeah, he can find her exasperating at times, but there is no outright hostility, no talk of judging her someday - not to her face and not behind her back - and while he says that his Authority could be restored if the Archon were to disappear, he does not wish for it. He doesn't seem to want it to happen, and in fact seems kind of resigned to it not happening, believing the solution to be unrealistic. "I can't do much without my Authority unless the Archon were to disappear. But given the status quo, let's try to find a different way to deal with the prophecy. Anyway I need to go back to my office." Very different tone from stuff like "I shall fulfill my vow to judge all of The Seven, even if the sky should fall and the ground give way".

It's something that's been puzzling me for a little while now, and then I realized something. We can obviously go the easy route and say that, well, of course he didn't talk about doing things he did not have the power to do at the time. But I like to think that this goes deeper. So okay, bear with me for a moment.

The fact that, unlike the Archons, Neuvillette is not obligated to hand out Visions and only does so out of his own choice, and may also have actual control over who he grants a Vision to (unless we really want to insist that his first Vision being given to Furina of all people was a coincidence, which I mean... it might have been but I am not convinced), suggests that this power may actually be more native to the Dragon Sovereign Authority than anything else connected with being an Archon. This may be further supported by how the people from other nations - to our knowledge, at least - continue to receive Visions even after the Archon has handed over their Gnosis. (In addition, the people from Inazuma and Sumeru still got Visions in the 500 years during which Raiden and Kusanali did not hold their Gnoses.) After all - unlike the Gnosis, the Dragon Authority, tied to the Archon's Divine Throne, cannot be simply pawned off or stolen. So even after giving up the Gnosis, the Archons still possess the Authorities and continue to "impart shattered shards of their masteries" to humans, whether they are aware of and like it, or not.

(Plus, Neuvillette does not give half a shit about the Gnoses. He himself didn't know what they truly are until the Skirk Loredump™ and he casually handed the Hydro Gnosis over afterwards, further supporting the idea that those things are completely unrelated.)

What am I getting at here? Well, we know from the Inazuma Archon Quest what losing one's Vision does to a person. Having been deprived of what is essentially a piece of themselves, many of the victims of the Vision Hunt Decree lost their ambitions and goals in life, sometimes also some critical memories, could undergo a change in personality, and obviously no longer possessed the power that a Vision grants.

Which should sound a little familiar right now.

If this is what losing a Vision does, and if the theory that Visions are connected to Dragon Authorities is correct (which I will not call my theory by the way, I am not the first person to think this), then what if losing the Dragon Authority does the same to its original owner?

Thinking about it this way, that would explain a lot about the way Neuvillette was prior to regaining his Authority. His ambition and goal were either deeply concealed, or just simply missing, never once mentioned. His memories were very incomplete, to the point where he didn't even remember his connection to the Primordial Sea - which, if we want to believe the Vishap legend, he is the literal heart of, and even if we don't, said connection is still extremely close. His personality - as the Hydro Sovereign, rather than the Iudex - was certainly different, or rather it is, again, more appropriate to say that certain traits were missing. And, obviously, his power was very fragmented, as demonstrated by the way he struggled against the Primordial Seawater breaking free in the Fortress of Meropide.

This is also something that makes sense to do from Celestia's point of view. It's not impossible that they knew from the start that, even if the Sovereigns are killed, they can and will eventually be reborn, so they cannot be entirely removed as a potential danger that way. However, by stripping them of their power and ambition, Heavenly Principles not only had an additional tool to establish their own system and, in Neuvillette's words, "subdue and control the resentments and loathing of the world" - but also could neutralize the threat that the Sovereigns pose by depriving them of both the will and the means to stand against the heavens.

Without their Authorities, the Sovereigns are akin to humans who had lost their Visions. They are quite literally incomplete, and able to do little more than watch and wait while they hold on to their grudges and hatred (see also: Apep) or accept the ongoing status quo the way Neuvillette did. But give it back to one of them and they instantly begin to threaten to Fucking Get Celestia One Day - and the main reason why Neuvillette is not getting on that immediately, as he himself says, is because he sees watching over Fontaine as a duty (and in a way, a gift) granted and entrusted to him and wants to fulfill it first, so he will presumably remain in Fontaine for as long as it needs him. Because let's face it, if he were to leave right now, the country is screwed. He's not only the chief administrator, governor and judge, but also Fontaine's battery.

So, yeah. I don't really have a particularly meaningful and graceful way to close off my ramblings. Who knows, perhaps next update or next nation releases new information that either proves me right or completely and utterly wrong. Again, this post started with a meme. But still, this was a connection that I drew and found both interesting and potentially plausible, and so I decided to throw some words together to sort out my thoughts in a somewhat coherent way.

If you somehow read this to the end, I salute you.

#✦ ooc.#✦ headcanons.#✦ worldbuilding.#loud wheeze #enjoy whatever this is #they call me Neffi One Neuvi Meta Per Month on account of me writing one Neuvi meta per month

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sweetiebean00 · 15 days ago

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Keeper of The Coffee

Please humor me, I got inspired by a tik tok and it's spooky season, and I've always wanted to play around with a magical coffee shop au!!

The snow fell like ashes, the winter frost was freezing this year. Yet as the little shop warmed around her, she couldn't help the smile that grew on her lips. Even as her cheeks ached and itched from the chill she got from pressing her face against the glass. In a blink the sky had changed. Gray clouds fading to twinkling stars and an ever clear sky that let the moon pierce her windows in the most magical way. She breathed, it was gorgeous outside. The bell above the door chimed, like she had expected it would. Except the feeling of being squeezed, of being folded into pieces and whisked away never came. She frowned, staring at her hands as she waited the funny feeling she long since gotten used to. Yet there was no slide of darkness, no breath stolen from her chest as she was returned to the store floor.

She turned, staring to the customer who had entered and all at once she understood. Her face paled, ice cold shock running through her veins as her fingers started to shake. He was tall, probably taller if he wasn't hunkered down in the doorway. Plaitnum hair clung to his face, silver hoops dangling from his ears as he stumbled against the wall. His hand clinging to his side where red was growing beneath the gray fabric. He looked up, brows furrowed and eyes squinting through the light of her coffee shop before they were rolling back and she found herself running. As he fell, his body going limp, it was her turn to stumble as his entire weight settled on her. She swallowed, trying and failing to keep him on his feet. She grimaced as the both of them slammed into one of the tables, before he gently hit the floor with a rather solid thud.

Fuuuuuuck, this was not in the cards today! She flexed her fingers, chewing her cheek as he lay still on her marble flooring. She can't... he's bleeding on her floor. That's going to be such a-

"Focus Kali," She cursed herself, eyes squeezing shut as she took a deep breath. Only to smell the blood hanging in the air. Oh fucking wonderful. Just as the night was becoming peaceful, a patron will be bleeding out on her floor. Fabulous. "Okay, okay, we've done healing before Mari, we can do it again. Yes we can, first we need toooooo make sure he's.... breathing. Right, breathing, breathing is good."

Kali kneeled, hearing her knees pop as she floundered on where to put her hands as his chest wasn't rising and falling, but maybe it was and she was just... very bad at this. Summoning what panicked courage she had, she pressed her head against his chest. Hoping against hope this was normal and didn't look like she just stabbed someone and was trying to cuddle them if another customer came inside toni-

Oh gods, her head twisted on her neck, and she felt the twinge she'd be paying for later but first-! She breathed a sigh of relief when the lock on the door clicked. A sign flipping itself around and the lights around her still bright, but the ones deeming themselves unneeded turned down and slowly off. Oh Kali loved magic. Magic was the best thing that happened to her. Well... for the most part. If you discount the fact it came with her parents casually- focus, Kali!

He isn't breathing. She blinked, once, twice. He is most definitely not breathing, and there is not a beating heart beneath her ear and she cursed again. She didn't want to have to get rid of another body. Not agaaain, she sat up on her haunches. Fingers twisting in the fabric of her apron as she stared at the well, the now corpse on her floor making a mess. She thought she fixed that spell, adjusted the charm to ya know, not let dead people in. Maybe it wore off? She'd have to figure out and go through her books and recipies again after she took care of the....

Wait a minute, he's... he's still bleeding. He shouldn't tho, should he? She never actually studied proper human autonomy, it was just so boring and poking at organs made her uncomfortable and when they would spurt blood back she tended to get, well, queasy. She furrowed her brow, grabbing at his arm and lifting it only to let it drop over his face. It should by all rights and accounts hit him in the face, right?

Right?

Plot twist, it didn't. So... if he wasn't breathing, and his heart wasn't beating but he was still bleeding and somewaht in control of his limbs... what the fuck is in her store? She groaned, face burying in her hands before they ran into her hair. She still needed to heal him, needed to care for his wounds. And if he just so happened to be a very dangerous criminal or person, well. It wouldn't be the first body she turned into fertilizer. She took a breath, feeling the anxiety, the panic, and bewilderment settle themselves into bottles that she neatly put on the shelf in her mind as she moved to her kitchen. Digging throuhg the cupboard beneath her register for the little medicine pouch and tool bag holding her supply of potions and herbs.

She returned to his side within seconds, her eyes scanning him from head to toe now that the pesky emotions were buried away. Pale skin, sunken cheeks, unnaturally pretty features, no heart beat, no breathing, but bleeding and still in control of his anatomy... her mind supplied the answer as she bit the top of the flower from the stem. Spitting into the glass vial, she shook it, the words falling from her lips without much thought as the glass and saliva glowed a blue as she swirled it.

Vampire, the soulless immortal frozen in time. The undead made to walk the earth, the beings damned to live in shadows never touching the light.

She grabbed another vial, pulling the stopper and immediately tilting the vial of spit and flowers onto the top and turning it upside down until the pink mist floated in. When was the last time she saw a vampire? She put her finger into the vial now flashing a pink and blue before shaking it hard. Back when she was first trying to help people, she had been caught, exposed as a witch and the people were trying to burn her. She had been prepared for it, ready for what was to come when he stepped through the flames. His clothes were burning, embers dancing around them as sharp fingers reached up and ripped the metal binding her to the stake. He had been glowing, eyes reflecting the fire as he freed her. As he scooped her off her feet and stepped from the pyre set in the center of the town. She remembers the stares, the murmurs as he carried her through the gathered crowd. Remembers burying her face in the remains of his shirt. His words remained with her, even to this day.

Kali lifted the vial now glowing purple, perfect. She shifted on her knees, lifting his head into her lap. She moved the vial to his mouth, and it wasn't until she got his lips to part that she removed her finger blocking the tonic from escaping and knocked it down his throat. She murmured the chant, the words making a chill dance down her spine as goosebumps broke across her skin and she shivered. Feeling the cold down into her bones even as his chest and the wound pulsed with purple, with blue, with pink. He wasn't healed completely, wasn't back to perfect health. But he would be. Eventually.

#writing #angst #magic #vampires #cafe #coffee shop #coffee shop au #magical girl #spooky season #supernatural #mild blood #awkward #i will write this #humor #fluff

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otomelavenderhaze · 2 years ago

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I completely agree with you about Armin's route in AL, so I was wondering, if Armin had a route in MCLUL, a well-developed one, with a good plot, and good character development, how would you have liked it that the story unfolds on your route?

The issue has also much to do with how mcl is make too. Because let's think about it for a second, the only character that got something resembling an arc on UL was Nathaniel, most of the middle/ending it got to be handled "off screen" because they had other 4 routes to not greatly disturb cuz each episode needed to follow more or so the same core plot.

Like we had the "lets go to the beach episode", "let's feels jealous episode", "lets go on our first date and have, for some, first kiss episode", and while those seem to be fair and the practical way of doing it specially if you gonna gave to release one episode for all the characters every month, that have to share the same word count more or so... and honestly I don't know how they could improve this.

They could maybe change it to what they did to the Vampire one, like each route gets to be all released before another one gets release...... but then it wouldn't be mcl.

Maybe the idea should be have an actual team writing for mcl of 3 people that have similar understanding of how the story should play out and how those characters work - and then have one more people to direct and correct those people. And maybe take some more time to write the episodes? We don't need an episode every month, two in two months or a little more than that should be enough. Because they're developing the story, the events and such.

Because like, think about it, what happened with Armin on Hsl? We saw how they dealt with his "arc".

Like, you have recognized in your question that there's something wrong with how mcl has been developed so far, it's been falling short for a long time now, for it to change they need the right people to do so and more time to do so.

Maybe then, MAYBE, someone could've got Armin right and make something that would've been really good.

What I personally like about Rayan's route in ul is how light it is, how non predatory and relaxing feels like playing with him because there's nothing to make me doubt his feelings. But the drama from most of the routes concentrated on Nathaniel that time around. And well, doesn't mean that Rayan's route was flawless, it means it was comfortable and a smooth travel - which could actually be enough for me to also enjoy Armin's route.

But would still be doing to bare minimum. Rayan had a minor development related to "I will love agaaain" and the emotional beats actually had everything to do with Candy, but still- like Rayan is perfect, some would say too perfect, there's not much flavor on what they did with him in ul and they lost their hand on LL.

And I will not ignore there's also the abstract side of things, we all are different human beings with different opinions. What I think is good maybe not be same that you think is good or someone else in the fandom think it's good. It's difficult to be like "but it would be perfect" we don't know that.

It's easy to point out what is wrong with mcl, but actually fixing it is a difficult issue. Like I don't wanna pretend I know how to write or run the game better than anyone cuz I actually don't, but those are issues that I think a lot about and that's it.

#personal #ask

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selfships-in-spanish · 6 years ago

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That remote controlled vibrator is wicked! The boys are not cruel, however, as they wait until she has to go to a conference for her teaching certification. All day in the back of a dark auditorium listening to boring speakers tell her things she already knows. The boys spice things up by turning the vibrator on and off. She’s squirming in her seat, soaking wet. They send her dirty texts, telling her to touch herself. At lunch she flees to her hotel room and stays there. No one will notice.

ASKLFSLKFLS

ANON YOU SPEAK MY LANGUAGE

I’m gonna add a read more because this got out of hand. Again. >_>

Ona has to go to this stupid conference, again, and isn’t really thrilled about it. Those teacher conferences were fun the first times, getting some fresh views and knowledge from fellow colleagues, but after the “novelty” label fell off, they were the same over and over, telling her things she knew and also could prove how a different approach would be better; but she wouldn’t be listened anyways, which infuriated her.

Just let her get the damn certification and go back to stuffing her face with food.

But the Anderson brothers would make it interesting this time, or so they told her. They proposed their idea knowing the next morning she would have to leave for the entire day, and as much as it pained them to not have her at night, they could always play a little bit so make the wait more bearable. It’s a pity they wouldn’t be able to see her, they both found her blush so endearing.

And here she was, at the back of the dark auditorium with her head resting on her hand, a bored expression on her face. At this rate Ona was going to fall asleep, and she really didn’t get that much rest thanks to a certain pair of mischievous brothers… Ona sighed, willing to make some sense of the words being spoken and the sad and cringy powerpoint presentation. It was the third time she saw that particular powerpoint and she honestly knew it by memory. They didn’t even change the typo on the fourth slide… For real?

The vibration of her phone made her perk up, picking it up from its place on top of her crossed thigh. Maybe it was one of the brothers? Not likely, though, they had a busy schedule and weren’t able to be that much on the phone. Maybe it was Tina, asking her if the speaker man was the same bald guy from every year with those terrible jokes and ugly shirts…

Oh, it wasn’t Tina.

It surprised her that it was Richard asking. He was always so quiet and silent, so shy to be the one who started conversations. Little by little he got out of his shell, but there was so much work to do.

She was about to die of boredom.

😔 >>

Connor joined in in an instant. Ona smiled.

Connor sent a picture. Richard was looking at the floor, cheeks and even his ears aflame and flipping the bird to Connor. Gods, he was so damn cute.

😉 >>

She giggled, covering her mouth as some people turned to look at her. Oh damn. She peeked into the screen, seeing another message from Connor.

She could practically see and hear Richard’s sad face and pouty lips. Oh my God.

😘😘😘>>

They grew silent all of the sudden. Surely, duty in the form of a very tall and intimidating father called. They had work too and slacking off was not an option. Ona hoped Hank wouldn’t chastise them too much. She really should try to pay some attention, though… or sleep. Sleep was a good option too. Nobody would notice if she used her coat as a blanket and her scarf as a pillow…

In what felt like half an hour, which it was only 10 minutes, Ona was already plotting ways to make an escape or stop this boring madness. Nothing too viable came to mind and she cursed internally. She was in the middle of a big yawn when a sudden buzz began between her legs, making her let out a loud gasp in the middle of the yawn, sitting up straight. She immediately shut her mouth and covered it with her hand, the buzzing still there, very faint, but sending a pleasing hum through her body. A few people turned their attention to her and she awkwardly smiled and stretched her back and legs, as if she got a cramp. But oh, how far from the truth it was.

So they decided to use it now. Kinky little shits.

The tiny vibrator was snugly put on her clit, feeling it all day when she walked or shifted, it’s almost palpable weight present. And now it was sweet, sweet torture. Ona bit her lip, trying not to make a sound.

Gods, this was so wrong. She was surrounded by people! But it felt so right…

Her phone vibrated and with trembling hands, heart pounding, she looked at the notification. It was Connor. She went to the group chat, not sure if it was going to make matters better or worse.

😉>>

👿👿👿!!!!!!>>

Ona wiggled on her seat, trying so hard not to make a sound and gather attention on her squirming form. She was sure the people there could put two and two together and she was not about to send her reputation to hell.

Another buzz from the phone.

She could practically hear Connor’s purr.

Gods, he was so right. The buzzing of the tiny vibrator increased and she crossed her legs, trying to both feel it more and make herself inconspicuous. But she knew she could be… vocal. Hank’s amused gaze during breakfast told her that even if the walls were thick, her voice was loud. Ona could feel her cheeks burn, her body starting to sweat a little bit. Oh God.

“Miss, are you okay?”

Ona jolted on her seat. The man on her left, one seat away, looked at her in concern. Both the phone and toy were still buzzing, the flames of shame eating her away.

“Ah yes, uhm. Well, I’m actually a little bit dizzy, but I’m okay, really.”

“Then you should go to the bathroom and splash some cold water. These talks can be quite… dense. I’m Oliver.” The man had a gentle smile while he offered his hand to Ona.

“Y-yeah. That’s good advice, should do that. And quite dense is to put it mildly. I’m Ona.” She took it with a trembling hand, squeezing her legs.

“You’re trembling,” Oliver frowned. “Are you sure you are okay?”

“Yes!” Connor or Richard, whoever had the remote in his hand, turned it up a dial, annoyed for not receiving an answer. She hoped she just sounded very enthusiastic in her answer. “Yes, I am okay. I will go get some water, take your advice. Yeah!”

Oliver raised his eyebrows, not really convinced. Ona forcefully smiled at him and shoved her phone and papers on her bag, not giving a single damn if they got crumpled. She grabbed her coat, clutching it hard against her. Standing up was going to be difficult, she felt like a new born deer trying to get her legs to move.

“Are you sure? I can escort you and get help if you need it?”

“That’s very generous and kind of you, truly! But I am okay. I’ll see you in the hotel!” she just spat whatever came to her mind and stood up at the speed of light.

Ona waved goodbye at Oliver, silently making her way out of the row of chairs and into the nearest exist. She was biting her lip hard, trying not to let out a sound but was proven a very difficult task as it still buzzed and rubbed against her and it was pure madness.

The colder air of the corridor helped Ona regain some of her senses. She took a deep breath and headed to the building exit. She was going back to the hotel right now. That is, if her legs didn’t feel like jello.

Suddenly, the buzzing decreased to barely a hum. It was still there, but made her able to take a deep breath and gather her wits. Ona took this momentarily peace and ran to the exit, stopping a taxi to take her to the hotel.

Fuck the cute café right now.

Ona ventured a look at her phone and she felt her cheeks lit up the moment she read the filthiness that were Connor’s messages. How could such an angelic face like his be able to spill such sinfulness without batting an eyelid?

She had a moment where she almost doubled over and moaned in the middle of the taxi ride, but thank god she was able to maintain her act (and dignity). Once outside the hotel, she payed and thanked the driver, almost running inside the hall. Ona almost punched the elevator button, impatiently tapping her foot on the carpeted floor. The buzzing was back, she was soaking wet, and Jesus fucking Christ she was both going to ride the brothers the moment she saw them and then choke them both with her bare hands. Another message had her frowning.

She unlocked her hotel room door, tossing her bag and keys to the table. Ona stopped dead on her tracks when she saw who was on her bed.

“I told you she would be a very lovely shade of red.”

“Maybe it was too much? I really didn’t want her to be inconvenienced...”

“What the fuck?!”

Both brothers were lying on her hotel bed, Connor’s hands behind his head and Richard’s neatly folded in his lap. Ona noticed they took off their suit jackets and neatly hanged them on the chairs. They looked at her, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“You’re... not happy to see us?” Richard looked like a puppy you just scolded.

“How... when? But?” she forgot about the vibrator.

“We finished business early, and it seems we had to finish some other business over here. So we though, why not come pay our dearest sunshine a tiny visit?”

“How did they even let you get in?”

“They know us.”

“Oh.” Ona looked pensive, her gaze jumping from Connor to Richard. “So, we won’t be disturbed?”

“No, we won’t.”

Ona let a smile grace her lips.

“Take the fuck off your trousers and boxers. Both of you.” Both brothers took a sharp inhale, excited for what was to come. “Right now.”

They never took off their clothes this fast in their lives.

“And Connor, keep that remote close.”

“Yes ma’am.” He winked at her.

Maybe this year’s conference wasn’t that bad after all...

#dbh #detroit become human #rk800 #rk900 #rk800 x oc #rk900 x oc #rk800 x oc x rk900 #mafia au #ficlet #lemon #Anonymous #ask #THIS GOT OUT OF HAND AGAAAIN #and sorry for the mistakes and typos #I'm literally falling asleep on top of the keyboard #sdfdlfjdsjlkds

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geo-winchester · 3 years ago

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Hi luv it’s me agaaain, oh my god I’m soo exited w your respond at my request, I find writing difficult to me so I read and if there was any chance to make part 2, where they reveal their relationship and then the pregnancy to the avengers (especially her father, yea he’s gon be a 🤏mad, but he’ll get over it) And with number 16 on ur prompt list with fluff,

And I wanna say thank you and that I’m proud of you, since no one have ever said that to me so I know that people need that🙂

Send love🤍

THE RING

Prompt: 16. “what are you doing?” Takes a picture “Changing my lock screen”

A/N: hi love, I’m so glad you like the other request, again I’m sorry this took me a while and that maybe it’s a little short but I change of area in the hospital and it’s a little harder than the old area so when I’m done for the day I’m really tired, but I hope that you like this one and thank you for your love and support I hope you have a wonderful day!! Lots of love💙💙

HIM

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-Yn…- your father stood in the door, still in shock at what he was seeing, you jump from Bucky’s Bed, both of you look at Steve surprise and feeling guilty about it.

-Dad it’s not what it’s look like…

-Really cause it seems that my best friend was kissing my daughter- he said angrier.

-Ok, it is and I know that this seems bad but… I love him- you told him.

-Steve- Bucky said -I know this isn’t what you want to but I promise you that all my intentions with her are good, I love her and I’m going to take care of them- Steve look at him confuse.

-Them?- he said confuse -are you pregnant?- he finally asked you, when you nod, he didn’t said anything he only leaves the room.

-Well I think this could have been better- you said sitting again on the bed, he took your hand.

-Don’t worry- he smiled trying to comfort you -He’ll get over it

-What if he doesn’t, I probably screw up everything between you two and I finally have a father, I don’t want to loose it because I date his best friend.

-Hey- he make you look at him -you won’t lose him, he eventually calm down- he clean the tear on your eye -and for me, you don’t have to worry about me, because I’m not going anywhere, you’ll have to deal with me for the rest of your life.

-Promise?- he nod before he kiss you.

You like to say that your father calm down sooner than you thought but it’s been weeks since the day he found out, the rest of the avengers act like they were surprise of the news but then you found out that they have a bet, most of them have the suspicious about you two, and they were happy they won. Bucky was happy that he can have you without any secret. You look at the mirror you notice how your belly was starting to show up, you smile then you saw Bucky in the door as he held your phone.

-What are you doing?- he took another picture of you smiling.

-I’m changing my Lock Screen- he said -now I can put something I really really like- you laugh he bring you to his arms.

-Your such a dork.

-But you like it.

-Yes I do- you said.

Both of you were interrupted by Steve, he was standing on the door, he was looking at the both of you, Buck kiss your temple before he left giving you space. Steve sit beside you on the bed, they didn’t say anything for a moment, he was trying to find the correct words.

-Yn, I’m sorry- he said, you look at him -I know I should be doing this weeks ago but… your my kid, I don’t want that anything bad happen to you, I trust Bucky but I don’t want you to got hurt.

-I won’t- you said.

-I know- he said -it’s just that I panic.

-Why?

-I just got you, I never new what I miss until you get in to my life and I freak out because I was afraid to lose you.

-Dad- you said -You won’t lose me- you chuckle -I was afraid you’ll hate me.

-I could never hate you darling- he said as he hug you and kiss you -Im happy for you honey, and I’m excited to meet my grandkid- he giggles -God that feels weird- you laugh- I know that Bucky is outside waiting so I’m going to leave you alone.

-Dad…- he turns to you -I have an appointment tomorrow and Bucky have to deal with something, would you like to meet your grandkid?- you could see the excitement in his eyes.

-I love to.

When he leave Bucky get inside the room and lay next to you and put an arm around you and place his hand on your belly, he took the book next to the nightstand.

-So it’s time for your kid’s story time- he nod, he love to read to the baby.

-So, everything with Steve is good?

-Yes- you said -He’s going to go with me to the doctor’s appointment.

-I’m really happy he’s going- he said -before we do anything else, I need to ask you something- you look at him -Do you like my eyes- he said making you laugh, you took the book from his hands and read the tittle.

-I think I haven’t read this- you open it and a ring fall from it, you look at it before you look at Bucky -What?…

-This ring belong to my mother, I gave it to Steve when I went to the war, he keep it for me for all this time- he said -I know I should do this before but I want to spend the rest of my life with you…

-Bucky…

-Would you marry me?- you nod.

-Yes, of course I will marry you- you said before you kiss him -wait… you say that my father have it…

-Sorry but I’m an old school, I need to ask for his blessing- he said with a smile.

-I really love you.

-I’m glad you tell me, I have some doubts- he jokes making you laugh -I love you too, doll.

#bucky barns x reader #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female oc

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flamingredanon · 3 years ago

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He's terrified. Hands shaking as they hold onto right, his sweet ruby, while they both hide. Everything went wrong and it went wrong so fast. Another crash echoes nearby and he feels himself be pulled closer in response. There is no fighting this. If they're lucky they can hide and maybe survive.

But reginald has never been very lucky.

....

It started with henry vanishing on a heist. The new chief had done it before so reginald wasn't too worried, but he did have right do some looking. Just in case. And then he gets a call from the wall and apparently that's where henry was. Time was rushed so a good escape plan couldn't be made and they had to wing it.

And henry fell.

Reginald tried to catch him. He swears he did....but his gloves were wet from the snow and shaking from nerves and the other slipped. Henry fell...Henry died and it was reginald's fault.

He was in a fog after that. People whispered in the corridors (strange how the wall caught him, weird how the plan was so improvised, no one was there did Henry really slip) but he didn't hear them. Right helped. His dear ruby helped and he got reginald focused again.

Henry wanted them to reach the stars didn't he? He seemed so excited. Like they were calling him. Reginald could do this. Finish the plan and once they're in the stars....once they're there grief can follow. But grief wasn't all that followed.

Something else...something inhumane, chaos coated followed.

....

Before he muted his earpiece he was hearing evacuation plans. That a good half of those made it out....he doesnt want to think of the ones that didn't. About the parts of the station that had to be sealed off. Another crash (closer so close) and he feels right shaking against him. The other's cybernetics started glitching with the large amounts of chaos. They are both helpless.

The door to their hiding place is ripped away.

Chaos fills the room and brings new fear. Reginald is near hyperventilating and his grip is bone white on Right. His ruby's parts are sparking and a whimper escapes as fear and pain override his want to be silent. Two chaos tendrils wrap around them and pull them apart. Together but separate they are dragged to a familiar form.

"Fooooound yooooou twoooo....I misssssed yoooou booooth"

The form looked to be that of Henry, his snow white hair and pale skin, but those lifeless purple eyes and twisted smile said otherwise.

Reginald shook in fear as "Henry" hugged him and then Right, giving them each a kiss as he started walking back to what would of been their room.

The Toppat Space Station had started warping because of the sheer amount of chaos "Henry" was emitting, changing to a twisted chaotic version of what it once was.

"I am sooo glaaad I fooound yooou twooo! I waaas geeeting worrried I wooould neeeveeer seeee my loooves agaaain!" "Henry" happily chirped, Right and Reginald not knowing what to say but giving Henry a big smile, trying not to get on "his" bad side.

---

It had been several days since Reginald and Right were found, and while "Henry" did treat them like royalty, they both knew that this wasn't the shy young man they fell in love with.

Reginald felt hopeless, knowing there was no way out of the Space Station now and no way to escape.

But Right was deep in thought, recharging his cybernetics and only letting out a curious hum ever so often.

Reginald eventually got curious and got close to Right, thankfully "Henry" was in another part of the station and wouldn't be back for awhile.

"Love, what are you up to? You seem so deep in thought and I know when you get like this, you are thinking of something." Right gave a small sigh as he held Reginald close.

"I think I know how we defeat that chaos monster and save Henry at the same time." Reginald turned to look at Right with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"It seems that the natural chaos energy inside Henry took over when Henry hit the water, preserving Henry from death. Well whoever saved Henry and gave him cybernetics probably didn't know that his chaos energy was in charge, and thus the energy has an almost renewable resource now."

"The chaos energy most likely thinks that it is Henry now, and it isn't relinquishing control back to Henry. So we need to disable Henry's cybernetics long enough to drain the chaos energy and letting Henry get back control."

Reginald was surprised with how much Right knew, but with Right having his own breed of chaos energy, it did make some sense.

"So Righty, what do we need to do exactly to save Henry, our little Henny?" Reginald held Right's hands as the two began to think, plotting out an idea and facing this chaos together.

#lizzyask #henry stickmin #right hand man #reginald copperbottom #chaos #chaos energy #possession #death #cybernetics #tentacles #prisoner

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rainingpouringetc · 3 years ago

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RAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN 💫

CONGRATS ON 500 MI VIDAAA <3

YOU DESERVE EVETY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. YOUR CONTENT IS TOP TIER AND KM GLAD MORE POEPLE HAVE BEGUN TO SEE THAT. CONGRATS, ILYYYY

Ok could i mayhaps get snippets on the only boy I've loved before and I could forgive you, then (for never seeing it coming)

Also for "the only boy ive loved before"

I feel obligated to ask

.....do thomas and alastair start their thing cause Thomas wrote him a letter and someone mailed it like in the original?!

Oh could i also get a 🎶

OK THATS IT CONGRATS AGAAAIN

*sobbing* THANK YOU ILYSM <333

for ttobilb (i can't tell you how much fun writing this scene was):

“Hello there, Lightwood.” Thomas froze. Alastair. “Oh, and, er, other Lightwood,” he went on. Thomas squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, steeling himself.

Kit spoke up, saying, “Hello, Alastair! How’re you?”

Alastair let out a dry laugh. “Well, I was doing just fine until I almost got hit by a car.”

Thomas opened his eyes and looked pleadingly at him. Beside him, ever oblivious, Kit said, “You almost got hit by a car? That’s awful!”

“Indeed it is.” There was a lilt to Alastair’s voice, like he was trying not to laugh. It was the same voice from middle school, just a bit lower—it had the same rolling cadence, the vowels that changed shape halfway through his words as though he could not decide which accent to affect. Thomas realized with slight horror that Alastair was staring at him, waiting for him to say something.

“Right. Er… sorry. Still getting used to this lot, I suppose.”

“Well,” Alastair said, leaning through the window and causing Thomas’ heart to stop beating, “there are these handy devices called mirrors. You can and should use them in any parking lot anywhere. Consider it a helpful bit of advice.”

“Thanks,” Thomas breathed, and Alastair rocked back on his heels, drumming his fingers on the door before nodding and striding away.

Thomas inhaled deeply, willing his hands to work long enough to put the car into park. Kit was babbling again, blissfully unaware that Thomas was the one who had nearly run over Alastair—“Can you believe he almost got hit on the first day of school, Thomas, that’s simply outrageous bad luck.” He noticed suddenly that they weren’t moving and asked, “Aren’t we going home, Tom?”

“No,” Thomas said, glancing sideways at his cousin.

“Why ever not?”

“We’re waiting for all the cars to leave.”

as for your question: sorta? there is a letter involved, and alastair does find it and read it, and it does lead to shenanigans, but it isn't mailed exactly like in the original

and a song:

the moon song by beabadoobee and oscar lang

#ILYYY 💕#✉️#zia !!#500 celebration #ttobilb #artie's writing

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just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot · 4 years ago

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A Disasterous Loaf-Life

“Bread”

@weweregoddesses

Pairings: Romantic Dukexiety

TWs: Swearing, Remus being Remus, Sexual Innuendos, Phallic Shaped Bread Creatures, some angst but not too much, Pretty Brief Heated Makeout, mentions of a parasite that affects humans, Implied Sexual Activities Post Fic End (no actual sex tho),

Summary: Two Pining Dumbasses Make Bread.

(This is so long I just got super carried away)

“Remus, is there a reason you’ve kneaded your dough into the shape of an ass?”

Virgil watched with a fond sigh as the man next to him proudly stood over the booty bread he’d lovingly crafted over the last ten minutes.

“Not really,”, Remus cackled, raising his hands, “Except for this!”, and with that, he brought down his hands in a flurry of obscene slaps to the fake rear. Virgil maintained his composure for all of a minute before he had to physically restrain his snickering.

God dammit, this fucking guy! Thirteen years and Remus was still the one person who could make him laugh like the world wasn’t watching.

“Well, when you’re finishing pulverising your Glutenous Maximus, are you gonna finally tell me what you’re actually shaping your loaf into this time?”, Virgil snarked affectionately.

Remus rolled his eyes; his emo dork was spending far too much time with Patton lately.

“Same as the last time we did this, duuuh.”, he retorted, as if that were common knowledge.

Virgil’s eyes widened, “.... You’re not serious.”

“As serious as Naegleria Fowleri.”

“.. as what?!”

“Y’know, that fucked up brain eating amoeba that they found in that one Disney water park-”

“NEVERMIND!”, Virgil hastily shook the thought away as he tended to his own dough, “Don’t tell me, I’ll have nightmares for weeks...”

The hoodie clad mad looked Remus up and down as he folded his own purple dyed dough, “.... Are you really going to attempt the Cocktopus again? Seriously?”

Remus shrugged, already forming the eight ‘tentacles’ in stunningly graphic detail, “Why not? You’re making purple bread again, why don’t I do the same?”

Well, he had him there. Really, Virgil had gone to make his bread purple without even thinking about it. Perhaps just being next to Remus after all this time had subconsciously brought him back to that same summer day they’d spent in the kitchen side by side making bread together. Virgil could hear his mother’s old junkbox of a radio blaring Redbone’s Come and Get Your Love while he and Remus slung flour at each other and danced about in their socks trying not to slip.

Being back in the same house - now passed down to him - making bread once again with Remus brought back so many memories and emotions. Most of them good, though as he looked over to the man he still loved absolutely going to town on his bread sculpting, Virgil couldn’t help but remember how much guilt he still harboured; he’d never expected Remus to kiss him out of the blue back then, but Virgil also hadn’t expected to silently run off to his room to calm down, only to find Remus had left.

Not just his home, but his life. Virgil hadn’t wanted to face Remus, unsure of how to handle his feelings, but seeing the moving sign on the Duke family’s front lawn that next week as he watched the moving van leave just that little bit too quickly for Virgil to say goodbye had plagued his mind more often than he cared to admit.

A gross, gooey wetness on his cheek hauled him back to the present, only to realise Remus had finished a surprisingly glorious cocktopus and had slathered some of the egg wash on his cheek.

“Earth to Tickle-Me-Emo, you good??”

Virgil would’ve socked him in the arm if Remus’ concerned smile didn’t send his heart racing too hard to consider it. He wiped the mixture off his cheek, only mumbling back at Remus as he formed his purple mix into little loafs, “I’m fine, just stop covering my face in slimy shit.”

“..... Okay, now I know something’s up. You never leave me room for innuendos like that.”

Not even waiting to clean the residual flour off of his hand, Remus softly reached out and Virgil anxiously awaited the touch on his cheek.

But it never came.

He watched as Remus seemed to course correct and he used his thumb to draw a line down his forehead, whispering, “Simbaaaaa-”

“Okay, fuck ooooff!”, Virgil had snorted, fondly swatting at Remus.

“Come on, Virge! You looked like you were gonna blow a blood vessel, how could I not diffuse the tension a little?”, Remus snickered, though the silence that followed wasn’t so comfortable somehow. Virgil struggled to place it until he noticed Remus’ expression falter. He didn’t get the chance to ask what was wrong before Remus spoke up,

“This was a mistake, wasn’t it?”

A cold jolt shuddered along Virgil’s spine, rattling each vertebrae as it went.

“What’re you-”

“Why’d you invite me over, Virge?”

Truthfully, Virgil knew exactly why he had invited Remus from the outset; he wanted to see him again, drown in his presence, hopefully find out that he was single and still just as in love with Virgil after all these years as he was with Remus. But once Remus was there, single and right in front of him, he’d panicked - what else was new? - and resorted to turning their meeting into a catching up between old friends.

But people who are just friends don’t dream about being held by their friend at night, don’t fantasize about a future together, don’t lay awake at night regretting not having just taken the chance to be more when they had it.

They also don’t stare at their friend’s gorgeous toned body every chance they get, but that felt a little too pathetic to admit on top of everything else.

Virgil wasn’t aware of how quiet he’d been until Remus spoke again, “Here I am, thinking maybe you might want me back in your life for good, maybe even like me back if I was lucky....”, Remus paused forlornly, an expression that didn’t suit him in the slightest, “But even now you’re still anxious around me. Which, I mean, I get it. Why would you like me back after I just kissed you out of the blue like that-”

“But why would you want me-?!”

His voice wasn’t meant to come out so high pitched and whiny, but Virgil was more focused on trying to process what Remus had just said. Remus liked him still. After all this time. And yet, Virgil’s brain was still trying to ruin it.

“Remus, you… look at you!”, he gestured to all of him, “You’re still a fucking weirdo but you’re stupidly hot!”

Virgil kicked himself mentally, his hands raking through his hair and nails scraping his scalp, “Ugh, no! I mean! Fuck, Remus, I’ve been in love with you all this time! I haven’t even LOOKED at another guy in these last thirteen years, because whenever I even think about finding someone to settle down with, the only goddamn thing I can think about is how much I only want you-!”

The clattering of a knocked over kitchen table was the only warning Virgil got. Then all he could focus on was Remus’ arms wrapping around him, his breath cool against his neck.

“Then why’d you never tell me, you asshole?!”, Remus murmured against him.

Virgil wondered if he imagined the soft noise of relief Remus let out as Virgil hugged him.

“Because I’m the worst-”

“No.”, Remus cut him off, pulling back a little to give him an unimpressed look.

“No-?”

“No. Try again.”

Ah. It’d been years since Remus took this approach with him.

“,... Because I’m stupid-”

“Try agaaain.”, Remus droned, prodding one of the little purple loafs Virgil had lovingly been shaping from a circular loaf into a spider before all of this began.

“Dude, don’t poke my spiders-”

“Or what?”

Virgil narrowed his eyes, unable to stop the quirk of a grin, “Don’t you dare-”

Remus narrowed his gaze, grinning as he plunged a finger into another spider loaf. Virgil tried to stop him all the while Remus cackled and kept dotting them with holes. Finally, Virgil conceded,

“Fine! I was scared, okay-?!”

The silence hung heavier than both men anticipated. Virgil would’ve found Remus stopping dead with his finger shoved into the spider loaf’s ass hilarious if he wasn’t too busy shaking with nerves.

“I was scared.”, he repeated, quietly dropping onto one of the chairs around the table, “I liked you so much back then too, but emotions are the fucking worst when you’re a kid and I was still trying to work shit out.”

The scooting of a chair let Virgil know Remus had sat down too.

“My anxiety just got worse the longer I couldn’t see you, but every time I thought about facing you, I just kept thinking “well, he deserves better anyway-!””

Sick of hearing Virgil self deprecating further, Remus all but hauled Virgil into his lap, their faces inches from touching, eye contact unbreaking.

“Virge,”, Remus purred barely above a whisper, “I mean this in the nicest way possible..”

The way their lips brushed over each other send shockwaves along Virgil’s spine, “But shut the fuck up.”

The scrawnier man didn’t need to be told twice. The second Remus’ lips pressed against his own, Virgil had no intention of breaking the contact until he needed air. Not that he’d mind suffocation if it was Remus’ lips doing the smothering. His left hand threaded itself in Remus’ hair while the right held onto his firm bicep. Fucking hell, Remus had never been this solid when they were kids. Since when did real, unphotoshopped people have muscles like these-!?

All of a sudden, Virgil couldn’t care less as Remus’ hands caressed his hips, earning a gasp Remus was more than willing to use to deepen their kiss. He got no complaints from Virgil who reciprocated the intensity of their kiss with no hesitation. It’d already cost him thirteen years with the man he loved, Virgil wasn’t about to hold himself back anymore.

…. Okay maybe he should have held back a little.

A surge of panic jolted him free of the makeout headspace when he felt himself tipping back. Right, they were on one of the kitchen chairs. A chair meant to only support one person. Thankfully, Remus noticed and leant back. Instead of Virgil toppling to the floor, he wound up on top of Remus on the floor, hissing as his knees made contact with the tiles.

“Fucking hell-! Oh shit, Remus, you okay-?!”

Remus groaned and scrunched his eyes at the pain. Virgil immediately feared that Remus had done himself a serious injury, however the man he was using as a seat cracked an eye open and sighed theatrically,

“Well, at least I’m gonna die with a raging boner.”

Virgil sighed. He was fine.

“Come on, let’s get these dumb loaves in the oven and then you can be horny all you want-“

Remus didn’t waste a second. He barely gave Virgil a second to get off of him before he was up on his feet. A gasp made Virgil take a break from dusting flour off of himself.

“MY COCKTOPUS!!! IT’S DEAD!!!!”

Well, that’s not a phrase you hear everyday. Sure enough, when Virgil followed Remus’ gaze, the poor phallic sea demon he’d constructed had deflated somewhat; it’s many ‘’tentacles’’ had fallen over and flattened while the head of the beast was beginning to sag. Virgil was about to tell Remus to leave it be when he noted how genuinely upset Remus was.

Sighing, Virgil rolled his hoodie sleeves up to his elbows once more, “Alright, you can fix it, and THEN we’re making up for lost time..”

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... I have no excuses for this one, the idea came and I ran with it.

Special thanks to the ever wonderful and talented @accidental-sanders for helping flesh out this whole thing with me <3 Taglist: @somehow-i-got-an-account @cateye-glasses @fandomsofrandom @patton-cake @does-this-look-logicality-to-you @justalittlecorrupted @irritating-lady-knight @katlikethesword

#dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fanfic #virgil #remus #this is so fucking dumb #and i LOVE it #please do read the tags #and shoutout to my always wonderful partner for helping me nail down the plot #and for screeching COCKTOPUS in all caps #I know you love these boyfs so #I hope this lives up to what you hoped it'd be like #my fics

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legendary-cookies · 4 years ago

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It's that time again

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Wind, to Timekeeper when they first move in: Being stuck in a house full of children is not that bad.

Timekeeper:

Wind: [looks over to see the others screaming and running around while the kitchen is is on fire]

Wind, sighing: It is awful.

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Wind, pissed: Oh, f*ck me!

Fire: Gladly.

Wind: What

Fire: What

~~~~~~~~~

Ananas: H-

Pitaya: Ssshut up.

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Wind: I am tired.

Fire: Go take a nap or something.

Wind: Good idea. I am going to go take a nap.

Fire, startled: Wait, what?

Wind, leaving the room: I am going to go take a nap.

Fire:

Fire: Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?!

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Wind: There are no snacks left in this kitchen. Time to go grocery shopping.

Fire: I am literally rIGHT HERE

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Fire/Timekeeper: I have a plan but I need someone's help.

Moon: [spins a wheel with all their names on it]

Moon:

Moon: DE it's your turn.

DE: D*amnit!

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DE: Ananas is locked in the storage closet and it won't open.

Pitaya: That'sss great-

Millie: gives Pitaya a look

Pitaya: I mean- Oh no... We have to get Ananasss out of there...

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There are two types of people

DE, bumping into a table: Watch where you're f*cking going!

- - - -

Millie, bumping into a table: I am so sorry!-

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Sea: I'm cold.

Moon: Here, take my jacket.

- - - -

Wind: I am kind of cold.

Fire: WHAT?! [takes off jacket] I told you to bring more layers but of course you didn't listen- [piles scarves on Wind] -and now look, I've got to make sure you don't freeze to death! [takes Moon's hat] How long have you been cold? You should've said something sooner!

- - - -

Moon: I'm feeling cold.

Sea: Well damnit Moon, I can't control the weather.

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Sea: Can we talk about fish?

Moon: Of course we can.

Sea: They think they're better than me.

Moon: How dare they.

~~~~~~~~~

Pitaya: Ananasss is right.

Ananas: D-did you just?- You agreed to what I said? Oh my Millennial Tree...

~~~~~~~~~

Fire: I may or may not have set the kitchen on fire...

Sea: What?! What were you even trying to do?!

Fire: I- um... I was trying to make myself a bowl of cereal...

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Ananas: How come you've been abnormally nice to me lately?

Pitaya: What do you mean?

Ananas: You seem nicer than usual.

Pitaya: I'll punch you in the face of you want.

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Moon: [gets 8 hours of sleep minimum each night] I am so awake and ready for the day! The sun is beautiful and I am so happy to be alive!

Wind: I have had 30 minutes of sleep for the past five days and now I can smell sounds. Please kill me.

~~~~~~~~~

Wind: I used to have a lot of standards.

Wind: But then this chaotic demon of a cookie-

Wind: [gestures to Fire somehow setting water on fire]

Wind: -managed to drop kick them out a window and take their place.

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DE: Hand me a bottle.

Timekeeper: No.

DE: Timekeeper.

Timekeeper: But-

DE: Timekeeper, you've drank five bottles of wine and it's not even noon.

Timekeeper: Ugh, fine!

~~~~~~~~~

Moon: ...Do you ever feel

Fire: Like a plastic bag

Sea: Drifting through the wind

Moon: Wanting to start agaaain?

Wind: Yes.

Sea, concerned: Are you okay?

~~~~~~~~~

Ananas: Pitaya's been nice to me lately.

Millie: Isn't that good?

Ananas: No, it's scary.

~~~~~~~~~

Wind: What the hell are you doing?

Fire, drawing a pentagram: Oh, you told us to satanize the house.

Wind: Sanitize.

Moon, putting down candles: Oh.

Fire: Oh.

#incorrect quotes #sea fairy cookie #moonlight cookie #fire spirit cookie #wind archer cookie #millennial tree cookie #dark enchantress cookie #pitaya dragon cookie #ananas dragon cookie #timekeeper cookie

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spacial-tears · 4 years ago

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moooom. Cheese and Berri are doing the thing agaaain.

In the past four years, Kyuu had come to enjoy his life. Though his memories still resembled swiss cheese, he enjoyed filling the gaps with new ones and building a new sense of ‘self.’ All thanks to Tanya. If she hadn’t come to the shrine that day and refused to leave his side, he knew he’d have been a much less happy guardian.

Kyuu was planning the next shrine renovation, wanting to give Tanya more garden space and a bigger kitchen. After all... Every four years, Tanya got to celebrate her February 29th birthday “for real.” He wanted to make a big deal out of it. And yet, despite his high hopes for the future, Kyuu was greeted by despair. Giratina rose from a shadow in the corner, quick to demand that Kyuu prepare to have a formal meeting with him. When he had suggested having Tanya bring them tea, he was denied. Tanya, he was told, would not be allowed to attend this meeting.

For the next hour, 'Palkia’ met with the rest of the trio. Dialga had come too, her long purple hair in twin pigtails that rested on her shoulders. She was the one to explain the situation and insist that she be the one to deal with it. It felt strange to have Giratina come to his side, but Kyuu did convince Dia to let him handle the issue. After all, it involved his shrine maiden. He didn’t want either of them laying a cold hand on her. Even if the matter at hand was murder.

After being told that Gira and Kyuu would handle it, Dia pouted and left. But not without making them swear to eliminate Tanya before the end of the 29th. Any longer and she would threaten the flow of time. Tanya was timeless, Dia explained, and that was a danger when she was so near Palkia. It had gone unnoticed for so long, but now needed to be addressed. Gira took the oath on Kyuu’s behalf and the Time Dragon vanished.

“... I never said she was going to die. Just that I’d take care of it.” Kyuu hissed to Gira, “Don’t put words in my mouth.”

“I don’t think this either, Kyuu.” Giratina replied softly, “But there are too many anomalies at play. You not being a proper Palkia, the Distortion that still plagues this world, and now her... Only one of those weights can be safely and quickly lifted.”

Kyuu didn’t argue. Gira probably knew that he would sooner erase himself or his memories if it meant Tanya would be left untouched. But opening the path for a new Palkia would force Dimitri or Daisuke into the role. They were both married to their respective lowers, and Daisuke was a father now. He couldn’t ask one of them to give up their lives. Not now, after giving them four years of apparently false security.

But he couldn’t flat out agree to kill Tanya either.

“I need more time.” He ended up saying, “Don’t interfere.”

“And if you miss your deadline?” Gira asked with a sigh, knowing how very likely that was. “I will be forced to take action if you do.”

Which was fair. Kyuu lowered his head, debating for only a few seconds. “Then come for me. Lay a finger on her and I’ll sabotage this world myself.”

Gira knew that to be an empty threat. Otherwise, he would have probably killed Kyuu right then and there. Those hot and angry words came from a place of grief, not hatred for the world. So he let them be. With a nod and a slight bow, Giratina vanished into the shadows. Kyuu, left alone in the meeting room, exhaled an angry sigh.

“That’s not even 24 hours... Damn them. Backing me into a corner on purpose.” He hissed, covering his face, “I need to calm down. She’ll worry...”

Whichever solution was picked for this scenario, he didn’t want it to end with them both sad. Kyuu breathed in, calming his anger and sadness. Then, as he often did, he teleported out of the room and into the living room.

“Ta~nya! Dinner time! Did you make anything, or do you want for me to cook?”

Alternative Bad Ending: Letting Kyuu Cook.

#(kyuu) a leap year of love and angst

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grimoireofwritings · 4 years ago

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Hiii again!! I cant get enough with ur writing. Please if u dont mind making one., again? UMM where Langris is very jealous to the black bull bcoz his s/o (fem) (a member of black bull) and shes very close with them. Or just along the lines? Thank you agaaain!!

Hello again my dear!! No need to apologize, you can send in as much as your heart desires. I am deeply sorry this is sooooo shamefully late. Chronic health difficulties have gotten a bit complicated lately and I'm trying to be more consistent with this blog. Hopefully the scenario was worth the wait!

Also I headcanon William is the squad's therapist on many occasions, you can't change my mind 💀

Scenario: Langris Vaude's fem s/o is in the black bulls.. and he's jealous!!

No matter how much he pushed the aching itch at the front of his mind away, or brushed aside the little intrusive thoughts he experienced day by day, sometimes even going so far as to manifest them in little growls of frustration and the tightening of his jaw... Langris Vaude was failing horribly... Miserably, even, to set aside his personal emotions regarding the whereabouts of his partner.

She... With those gorgeous (e/c) sparkling hues that always lit up at the sight of something she loved.. and the way the sunlight often glimmered so flawlessly against the soft sheen of her hair - was far too beyond his reach for his comfort. Not only that, it completely wracked at his nerves on a daily basis.. that he... That person.. got to see her and her beauty far more than Langris ever did.

His brother. And the black bulls in general. So unworthy of her presence, her stunning grace. Not only that, he knew about his damn brother. And even he had to admit that he'd be a blind fool not to recognize such a gorgeous woman in his proximity. Considering that shameless flirting habit, it made him grit his teeth knowing that Finral was inevitably wooing her on a daily basis. Beyond his control.

"Does he even realize how lucky he is to be graced with her mere presence?? So undeserving.."

This had been Langris' current obsession for about a month now, and it haunted him, even going as far as losing sleep against his own will. It was getting to the point that he was grinding his teeth and mumbling to himself, much to the dismay and terror of his subordinates as he passed them by in the HQ's long hallways... Probably fearing for their lives being so close to his dangerous aura, permeating off of him like a toxin.

But after one last all-nighter of complete mental torture, he was done in, he had finally caved. It took a lot, and I mean a shit load of stress to force Langris into swallowing his pride. Something he was about to do that morning.

He knew Captain Vangeance was up, even at this ungodly hour. The man seemed to enjoy getting up at the crack of dawn to get a head start on his work load, for the sake of having spare time in the evenings to tend to his private garden. Yet here was he, concerningly deep and dark bags under his eyes, as he paced and debated with himself outside the Captain's door to his office, feeling held back by his own dignity on the line to actually knock.

Eventually though, his choice was made for him, as his mumbling was interrupted by the door opening up. There was his Captain, the same trademark amiable smile on his face as he appeared before him, seemingly in a bit of a preoccupied hurry. He halted completely though upon spotting his Vice Captain, raising a brow, before his expression immediately faltered into a look of concern at the sight of Langris appearing so unhinged. Was something going on that he had failed to notice?

"Langris, good morning. You look troubled. Is there something I can help you with?" He tilted his head expectantly, a friendly and welcoming look in his eyes behind that mask of his. Langris bit his lip.. somehow the open offer made him feel even more on edge than he'd expected. Geez.. why did his Captain have to be such an insufferable softie??

Giving a few reluctant grumbles, the shorter spacial mage gave a slow nod. "Yeah... I came for some.. advice" he said, begrudgingly managing to spit out the last word distastefully. And to his slight surprise, Vangeance didn't hesitate to give a nod and he opened up the door to his office, offering the space for the two of them. "Of course. Step inside."

There was a bit of an awkward quietness as they did just that, Langris being sure to avoid eye contact - as he instead focused on the sensation of a crisp breeze passing by through the opened windows and the faint scent of the flowers William cared for in his office. It brought "life" to the space, the Captain had said.. it had made Langris scoff.

He watched Vangeance approach his desk, but instead of circling around to take a seat, he settled for leaning back against the wooden mahogany top, letting it support his weight. "Alright. What's on your mind?" He asked. It honestly sometimes amazed Langris how the Captain managed to speak in a way that was both gentle and calming, yet straightforward and confident.

"I... Have.... A girlfriend..." He started after an agonizingly long pause. Each word seemed so painfully difficult to force out through gritted teeth. But after another few passing moments, the image popped into his tormented mind again. Finral... That ridiculous, stupid, idiotic grin on his face as he flirted in the most unbecoming, disrespectful way to his precious y/n. And that was it - his resolve broke. And his insecurities became less important than his need to vent.

"She's with the black bulls. She's a magic knight under Yami and... Sometimes I just get so pissed off that my damn good for nothing brother gets to spend far more time with her than I ever can. I'm so busy and swamped with work here that I hardly even have time to make plans.. and take her on dates. I want to treat her with the respect and care she deserves, but.. I can't. And that makes me afraid."

He was gritting his teeth, utterly humiliated as tears began to prick his eyes. Why? He figured it was probably because he hadn't actually talked about his feelings with someone in ages. Perhaps he'd repressed more than he realized.

"Afraid she'll abandon you for something or someone else..?" William prompted gently. And Langris nodded. "Yeah.. I mean, my brother. We all know he was the one out of my family that our peers preferred. I was better, I was praised, I was rewarded on a materialistic level for talent. But I was never.. liked. In the way he was. With that whole soft hearted sensitive guy display. She's around him, all day, every day.. and I just... I..."

He finally cracked a bit more and planted his face in his hands, unable to finish. Completely destraught. And he was forced in that moment to face his own inner ugliness - the insecurities and jealousy he felt so much shame for harboring at all.

William gave him a brief moment, both to ensure he had finished saying all he needed to express, and to truly consider those words. He hummed. "I see. It seems this is something that's been deeply disturbing you and impacting your health, even. A very painful and helpless situation, by the sound of it. It pains me to see you so destraught, Langris."

For a moment, as Vangeance removed his mask and placed it neatly beside him, Langris mistook a look of sympathy and empathy in those eyes for something as disgusting as pity. And he snapped, making an impulsive remark in his state of frightened vulnerability.

"Whatever. As if you have any experience with women to begin with, what with that face-"

He halted abruptly before he could finish. No, that was unacceptably harsh. "I apologize." He mumbled, a moment later. William Vangeance sighed deeply, brushing off the remark. It clearly stung but he was far more concerned about his underling than himself at that moment. "You're forgiven, Langris."

The Vice Captain began to shuffle and twitch nervously, this was going so much worse than he even thought possible. But that changed with William's next words.

"Langris. I think you ought to have a little more faith in your partner's judgement, and her decision making. Despite all the time she spends with the black bulls, and your brother, she still chose you, above them. She developed those special feelings for you, and at the end of the day, you are her person.. the person she loves. Trust that judgement of hers, and that she hand selected you for a reason. Women are smart like that, they hardly waste their time with someone they aren't interested in. I am positive she cherishes you, and thinks of you, every day."

He smiled, and even approached his subordinate with a warmth in his expression. "I think.. perhaps it would reassure you to reach out to her, a bit more. She understands you have a lot of responsibility, but with women, I've definitely perceived that they appreciate even the smallest gestures immensely. Send her hand written notes, flowers, or even sweets. Whatever you know she likes the most, and would appreciate as a gesture of affection. It will remind her that you're thinking of her, and likewise, I'm positive she will respond to you in a way that provides you some peace of mind. Rekindle that romance, and maybe even.. consider opening up to her about your feelings, like you have right now."

Langris interrupted, shaking his head stubbornly. "No. Then she'll know how weak I am" he stated. Vangeance chuckled, his smile softening. "Hmm.. I disagree. I can garuntee you that she will perceive such vulnerability as trust. She'll see that you trust her integrity to confide in her. That will strengthen your relationship with her more than anything else. I promise.. just try it once, and tell me how it works out."

Langris puffed a sigh through his cheeks. "Fine... Fine. Fine." He repeated the word, each time a bit more in defeat. "Listen.. I'll try it, but only because I'm desperate. And because I want to, not because you told me to."

With that, William held back a grin of amusement, and he nodded in satisfaction. "Of course. Hopefully, that will help you out. But besides that.. I think I'm going to give you some time off. Go see her, and spend some quality time by her side. I think it would do you some good."

Langris raised a brow, seemingly a bit confused. "But Captain, all my work-" he was interrupted by a hand, that was held upwards with a sense of finality. "No buts. Besides... Your quality of work is suffering anyway due to your current state of health. I'd rather you go take care of yourself first, then return to finish up your tasks properly. Until then, I'll take care of things. You have my word that everything will be fine."

Langris took a few long moments to ponder this, and his Captain's gesture. He started to realize more and more, working alongside Vangeance, why his squad was so fiercely loyal to him, and that their team was so successful to begin with.

"Alright. I'll accept your offer. Vangeance..."

He glanced up at his Captain sheepishly as he followed the scarred man towards the exit of his office.

"Thank you. Very much."

#langris vaude #black clover imagine #black clover scenario #black clover #scenario #william vangeance #the golden dawn #golden dawn

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imagine-lcorp · 5 years ago

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All the Rest (One Shot)

Request

Part 1. Lena x male reader. Reader is a speedster and reformed villain who became a hero for Lena. So when edge poisoned Lena reader gets really angry and gets Lena to the DEO and learns that Lena is pregnant with their baby and so reader waits until Alex says she’ll be okay and then Reader goes and gets his suit on and speeds over to edges office grabs him and smashes his window and hangs him off the side and tells him to confess? Part 2. The next day edge confesses about the lead poisoning and trying to kill Lena. Lena is happy to see edge going to jail. Then they show the video from a hidden camera in edges office where it shows reader threatening edge and Lena learns that reader did it. Reader tells Lena he is sorry for going evil and he’s worried Lena will leave him. Lena tell him it’s okay because edge needed to be stopped. Ends with a make up kiss and Lena tells reader about the baby. (Reader’s suit is like Zoom.)

A/N: Guyssss!! I’m so very excited to be writing your requests agaaain!! So now we start with the first one of this round, I hope you enjoy it and so much thanksssss to the person so sent this one, you know who you are, so it is here!! Finally!! Please let me know what you think!!!

Lena Luthor x Speedster M!R//Word Count: 2648

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The moment you heard Lena’s cracked message over the DEO speakers you didn’t even stop to think about what you were about to do. You put on your black suit and ran to where she was, and cursed when you realized your speed wouldn’t help you get up there where she needed you.

The whole thing happened too slow for your own liking. Supergirl’s blurred silhouette getting on the plane, the way it went down afterwards, Lena’s screams as the plane was cut in two. It was one of the rare occasions in your life when your powers felt useless. You were a bystander stuck on land.

Supergirl called then for you over the comms. She had Lena on one side of the plane and the chemicals on the other but she couldn’t hold both.

“Save the chemicals, not me.” You heard Lena scream and you hated they way she was always trying to put others before herself. The hero complex with it’s damn self sacrificing principle you could never understand. But if you had to play the hero for Lena you would do it, over and over until she was safe.

You ordered Supergirl to drop the chemicals. With your speed, you swore, you would be able to catch them before they touched the water. Then you ran across the them, grabbing every single bucket and putting them one by one at the edge of the water where they would do no harm. It was a matter of seconds. The chemicals, the city, the children and whoever, they were all saved, and you couldn’t care less about it. You saw Supergirl land gently on the ground on the other side and you quickly caught up.

You saw her smile the moment she caught you running towards her but at the first step she took you knew something was wrong. There were many things you loved about Lena Luthor and one of them was the way she always carried herself, with such grace and poise that it had to be impossible for her to miss a step. But she did and you were so surprised that even with your super speed you barely had time to stop her from hitting the floor.

“Lena!” You cradled her in your arms and looked for any sign of injury she could had have.

There were no visible signs of injury and as far as Supergirl knew nothing happened to her while they were on the plane.

It took you two seconds to go back to the DEO and a painful hour of waiting for Alex to finally talk to you.

“What happened?” You pushed as you paced around her office. The movement was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“She’s stable now. Don’t worry, she’s in good hands.” She sat, watching you intently. They hadn’t let you see her yet and it was clear that was getting on your nerves.

“Don’t tell me not to worry, Alex. Tell me what happened.”

“She was poisoned.”

“Poisoned how?”

“She had a mark on her arm, someone injected her, maybe before she was put on that plane. The symptoms were similar to lead poisoning but it was the same chemicals that affected the children. We’re treating her right now-”

“Was it Edge?” You just needed confirmation.

You had hear the news about the children getting sick in National City due to lead poisoning and about Morgan Edge’s friendly visit to the Luthor Hospital. Edge had showed up, pretending to care and using that as an excuse to hurt Lena’s image. After all, it was a well known fact that Lena had been the one to create the device that filler the earth’s atmosphere with it in order to avoid an alien invasion.

Edge would have done everything to get her out of the way and, if he wasn’t shy about poisoning children, you were sure as hell he had no problem with killing Lena with his same poison. How fitting would that have been? The apparent villain of the story dying by the consequences of her own doing.

“We don’t know that but, (Y/N), there’s something more. Lena, she’s…she is pregnant.” That finally made you stop.

Even with your speed, her words seemed to slowly sink in. “She’s what?”

“Pregnant, (Y/N). Lena is pregnant.” Alex punctuated each word and she no longer believed it had been a good idea to tell you about it as she saw your face draw into a frown.

“I wanna see her.” You demanded a second later.

Some people used to say that your story with Lena was some kind of a Beauty and the Beast type of story. It was laughable but you came to believe there was truth in all of that.

Lena was pretty much a beauty. You didn’t think one single person could look at her and not think she was an angel. But there was so much more. She had this confidence and elegance that made her stand in a room full of a thousand people. She knew what it was to walk that fine line between good and evil and still choose to do good for others. She had been the only person able to outsmart you and the only person you could say to actually have fallen in love with.

You, on the other hand, were a monster in some sense, never letting a tender heart get in the way of doing what had to be done.

You saw the world and the darkness that filled it. It was a brotherhood, full of killers. Thieves, fraudsters. Perverts, corrupt men. More and more criminals, with no shame or guilt or anything that could prove they were even human. They were all the same, scum infesting the earth just like the rest. You were no human either but at least you acknowledged it. A monster with a conscience and the power to stop further evil. The fastest man alive. That’s who you were. That’s what you were going to do.

“Are they gonna be alright?” You said to Alex without taking your eyes off Lena.

“They are both in the best hands.” Alex assured you again.

“Good. Take care of them. I’ll back in a minute.” You got up from your chair and were about to leave the room when she stopped you.

“(Y/N), where are you going?”

“I figured I need to grab some things for her. We are not leaving until you assure me they are completely fine.” You looked at her, putting a slight hint of concern in your expression.

She couldn’t read your face clearly but she knew you were more than worried about Lena. Furthermore, she knew what you were capable of but still she let you go. Not that she had a real choice.

But you were true to your word. Partially. You left and headed to the private apartment Lena and you shared. You took some clothes and toiletries for her and put them on a small bag. Then you returned to the DEO but not before taking a little detour to Edge’s office.

“Morgan Edge.” You called with your vibrating voice once you stepped inside his office. He looked up from his desk and he went pale.

It wasn’t your voice but your suit that gave you away. He had seen a couple of blurred pictures of it before and the rumors that came with it. All black and a mask with hollow eyes that could have matched a scarecrow’s face. Looking at you, right in the middle of his office in the middle of the night meant nothing good for him and he knew it.

“Wow, I though Halloween had already passed. Sorry, I don’t have candies.” He tried to hide the tremor in his own voice with a bravado.

“You are the man I am looking for.”

“Me? Sorry, who are you?”

“I know what you did.” You declared.

“What I did?” Edge scoffed. “And what exactly did I do?”

“Poisoned children, tried to drop chemical waste into the city’s waters, attempted murder.·

"So I guess you’re the new vigilante in town and have come to punish me for my so called crimes?” He mocked with a grin.

“No. I’m here to finish you.” He hadn’t fully caught what you had said but your next actions were clear enough.

With a swift motion you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him at the edge of his office window. Shards of glass went flying over the street and you left his body hanging fifty floors above the ground.

“W-wait!” He screamed. “You can’t kill me, if you do you are no better than I am, isn’t that right? Y-you are the hero.”

“I am no fucking hero.” You responded with a growl.

“No! Wait, please! What do you want? Whatever it is I’ll give it to you!”

“Your confession.” You said and he seemed to be more startled by your words than by his impending death. “I offer you a way out.”

You only needed to open your fist and let him fall. It was what he deserved, you thought, but Lena deserved more. She deserved justice and for once you realized this wouldn’t have been it. You had been angry but letting him die would have been to easy for you, for him. He needed to live and pay for what he had done.

“Confess to the police and this will be the only time you’ll have to see me. If you don’t, I assure you, I have plans for each day of the rest of your miserable life. This will be nothing compared to what I can do to you. Understood?”

When didn’t answer right away you pulled him back into the open air.

“Alright, alright! You win. I’ll do it.” He grabbed your arm and shouted frantically. You pulled him towards you, face to face.

“You better.” You said and tossed him back into his office.

That was the end of the night for you. You returned to Lena and sat beside her until the sun came up again. You stayed there watching the slow tempo of the rise and fall of her breathing. You had wanted to wake her up and talk to her about what had happened and about the baby, but thought against it. She needed rest and a peaceful sleep, now more than ever. You would both have a lot of time for that later.

Finally a new dawn came and Lena slowly started to wake up.

“I’m sorry.” She said once she recovered enough to remember what had happened during the night.

“Don’t worry about it.” You assured her. “But please, if you’re going against some bad guy, don’t go alone. You should call a professional and that means I would like you to call me before you rush into anything dangerous.” You tried to keep the lightness in your voice as you held her hand. It was ridiculous how soft you could be with her some times.

“I will.” She promised. “But, (Y/N), there’s something we need to talk.”

“I guess we all need to talk about something.” Kara came into the room, along with Alex, and carrying her bag. By the looks of it, she had been heading to work and, on a closer look, she didn’t look happy.

“We have some news.” Alex announced. “Edge confessed this morning to the police.”

Lena looked stunned. “I…I never thought I was going to hear something like that in my life.”

“Maybe he finally got a conscience.” You stepped out of your chair and faced the Danvers sisters.

“Maybe he got help getting one.” Kara opened her bag and pulled a tablet out. “(Y/N), can you explain this?”

A video started to play. It showed Edge’s office and him working over his desk. Nothing seemed to be wrong until a few seconds later, as the video showed a shattered window and Morgan Edge dangling from your arm above the street.

You snorted and rolled your eyes. “I think it is pretty self-explanatory.”

“(Y/N), what is it?” Lena couldn’t watch the video but by the tone of the conversation she guessed there was something wrong.

“I went after Edge and I convinced him of turning himself up to the police.”

“Convinced him? You mean, threatened him and then pushed him off his office.”

“Yes.” You admitted. “Yes, I did.”

“Do you realize what you’re saying?” Alex said.

“You’re acting just like him!” Kara raised her voice.

“Like him? Please, at least I had the decency of never hurting anyone who didn’t deserve it. Edge needed to be stopped and If I had known he was going to cause all this trouble I would have done it sooner. Now it’s done. You should be grateful.”

“This is not the way we do things, (Y/N). We could arrest you for this.” Kara pointed at you and you started to see red.

“And how do you exactly plan on doing that, uh? You can’t outrun the fastest man alive. Not you, not even Supergirl.” You looked directly at her. “I mean, you can keep trying. You have done it before, multiple times, and you have failed every single time. If I’m here it’s because I agreed to help and because of Lena, not because you have a hold on me.”

You hadn’t noticed the way you body had started to vibrate, ready for the fight, but Lena’s voice brought you back to reality. “You know he is right.”

“Lena-” Kara tried to say.

“No, let me finish, please.” She pulled herself up from the bed and faced the three of you. “(Y/N) is right. If he’s here is because we asked for his help and that’s what he did. His method may not suit the DEO or match the way we had done it ourselves but he did it to protect the city, to protect us, to protect me… and my baby.” There was a shift in the room after her last words. “Sometimes we don’t need a hero to fight for us but a monster to help us fight the darkness back.”

You three couldn’t have been more speechless even if you had lost your tongues.

“Now, I would like to talk to (Y/N) myself. If you don’t mind.” Lena finished.

Alex was the first one to move. She shook her head slightly and gently grabbed Kara by the arm. “We’ll leave you to it.” She said as both of them left the room.

“Are you mad at me?” You turned to look at her, a bit more worried than you could have admitted.

“No. I’m actually very proud.” Lena motioned to you to sit beside her. “You could have killed him but you didn’t.”

“Not that I didn’t want to.” You moved towards her and sat at her side.

“What made you change your mind?”

“You crossed my mind before I could drop him.” You looked at her. “To kill him would have been easy and I didn’t want to make it easy for him. And yes, I know a coerced confession isn’t necessarily fair but I thought about you and how I wanted you to see there was going to be justice for all his crimes. You deserved at least that after all the shit show he started.”

Lena smiled at you and placed a soft hand on the side of your face. “You’re going to be a great dad.”

“I’m gonna be a father.” Her words took you a bit by surprise but you smiled back and chuckled. “We’re pregnant. Oh dear, we are pregnant.”

Lena laughed as you kissed her again and again and again. The rest of the world instantly forgotten. They were your world now, let all the rest be damned.

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Imagine Katsuki Bakugo/Reader part 5

Previous part here:

Once again I remind you that English is not my main language. I am doing my best.

Also, there is a while since I last watched or read BNHA and some stuff might be outside of the anime's context.

You and Bakugo are now dating, you've had a very intense next day to your first kiss, training against each other. Aizawa saw you fight against him and for a slight moment he shows he is proud of you.

While studying with Bakugo, he explains to you that he thinks you are one of the most promissing heros he'd imagine, if only you were not so worried about your scars. You tell him about your insecurities with them, Bakugo says he likes them nontheless. You have your first night together.

When you open the door of your room, ready in uniform, the unexpected presence of Bakugo makes you let go a shriek. You blush at the sight of his red eyes.

"Hi." You say in a whisper.

"Let's go?" he says, kissing you in the cheek.

He had gone there to take you to class with him. You can barely get yourself to look at him straight, once it makes you remember his every touch on your skin the night before.

People seem surprized to see you arriving together, there are whispers full of questions coming around. Kirishima is clearly giving you thumbs up and Mina giggling along with Sero and Denki.

Aizawa takes one look at you and another at Bakugo to realize what is happening. It seems you will have some explanation to do.

When the class is over, your Uncle asks you to stay.

"So, are you going to tell me what is happening?"he asks.

"Bakugo and I we... we... it... it happened you know. I... I don't know what to say uncle. I am very sorry." you stutter.

Aizawa stares at you with a serious expression. You shrink as it seems you are going to get lectured again.

"Just don't let your grades fall." he says and grabs his sleeping bag. "And don't go soft on him in those trainings. He will kill you."

The moment he stands up you give him a hug. He freezes but then, taps you gently on the back.

The days go by as they were used to going, Mina coming to you to gossip, Sero and Denki taking to with them to do whatever dumb things they usually do, Kirishima taking you to their gaming sessions.

But every morning Bakugo comes to take you to classes and, during the time you are alone together he holds you close to him, gently, and sometimes kisses you when you are not expecting.

You have things in common that you didn't know before. You like some bands in common, and you think it is pretty cute how Bakugo still collects CDs and how excited he is when he shows them to you. Actually, you love his face when he is excitedly talking about anything, he looks like a little maniac, with that obsessed smile, but it is still cute.

How he is going to be the gratest hero of this time. How much he loved that new song the band launched. When he shows you tricks with his drumsticks. When he talks about strategy classes or the new workout he and Kirishima had come up with. When he teaches you how to play his favorite videogames. When he puts music for you to listen with him on the earphones.

There are so many things Bakugo likes talking about.

He also likes listening to you about the things you like. He always looks at you and asks more about them. (Which things are these? Take some time to picture it)

Every Saturday you go to the movies together and on Sundays, you train.

Bakugo wins most of the matches you have, but you do defeat him a couple of times. He always gets really mad at these, but he also congratulates you after giving you a cold shoulder for a couple of days (he never stops coming pick you up for class though).

Things continue like this perfectly until the finals get closer and you have to focus more and more in training and studying. You do it together, but don't get much time to spend on simple things that you enjoy doing. But you need to keep your promise to Aizawa.

"DAMN IT THIS FUCKING STRATEGY EXERCISE!" You scream, throwing your book to the other side of the room.

Bakugo stops what he is doing and smirks. He loves it when you get furious like this. He says it makes you pretty.

"What is up?" He asks taking his earphones off.

"This stupid exercise. I DON'T KNOW. I don't know how to solve this fucking situation." you say rubbing your eyes in stress.

Bakugo stands up and grabs your book to take a look at the exercise you were talking about. He, then, sits next to you and proceeds to explain.

"Elemental quirks have limits. It is easier to make the person overuse them and lose control or not being able to use it anymore, than it is to fight them straight up. I don't know what is your difficultty in this. This is actually what you do to me when you..." Bakugo swallows his breath and let go a grwol. "Win."

"Hmm, I see now." You say, letting go a sigh because now it seemed pretty obvious.

"You are just tired." he says, lifting you up in his arms. "Why don't we lay down a while? To rest."

He knells on the bed, while smiling at you.

"Yeah... to rest." you answer with a small giggle.

...

"I CAN'T BELIEVE WE ARE FREE!!" Kirishima screams excitedly, untying his tie and throwing it up.

"Say it for yourself. We didn't pass... again." says Denki leaning on Mina and letting go a sigh.

"Agaaain" she cries, putting her head down.

"Bakugo got the second best grade in the class!" says Sero, putting his hand in Bakugo's shoulder.

Bakugo seems to be exploding in rage while looking at the final results.

"Who got first place this time?! Midoriya or Todoroki?" asks Kirishima rushing to see the sheets.

"None of us." says Todoroki coming from behind you. "Y/n did. Congrats." He says, turning to you.

Midoriya comes to you, his eyes shining, but you are not certain if he is about to cry or if he is really happy about something.

"Congratulations." he is sobbing, he is probably going to cry. "Co-could you tell me what was the answer for question 2.4?"

"IT WAS C!" screams Bakugo, pulling you away from him.

"Actually... it was E." you say kind of embarassed.

You are pretty sure you've just seen Bakugo's soul coming out of his angry mouth, and also Midoriya's from his bubbly eyes. Actually, Todoroki also seemed to be pondering in disbelief.

"It... it was a tricky question." you say, trying to make Bakugo let go of your arm, but he is holding you really tight.

"Hey, I got this one right too!" you hear Kirishima yell, followed by an explosion, which was Bakugo furious about it.

He stomps away burning with rage.

"Hey, y/n." Midoriya calls you before you have the chance to go after him.

"Yeah?" you ask.

"So, we are thinking of celebrating the end of the semester in the city, eating some ramen, would you guys like to come too?" he asks.

"Us?" you stutter.

"Yeah, you and Kaachan. You are dating right?"

Your face turns red and you feel the impulse of running away. You really thought you and Bakugo had been doing a nice job in hiding it from everyone elese, but it seems you were really wrong.

"Of course they are coming too!" Kirishima says. "Bakugo loves spicy ramen, he wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Nice!" Midoriya says with a big smile.

"Bakugo and y/n are dating?" You hear Todoroki ask Midoriya as they leave.

"I was not sure until now." he answers with a giggle.

Damn him! He tricked you right.

...

Bakugo seems to still be giving you that silly "cold shoulder" he does when you beat him in anything.

You, him, Sero and Kirishima are walking around the buildings trying to find the restaurant Midoriya had told you about, but he doesn't seem to be actually good with directions.

"Dumb hair! Where the fuck are we?!" Bakugo asks infuriated.

"I think... i guess... in that direction... well..."you pity him trying to understand the map in his phone.

"We came from there!!" Bakugo screams and lots of people look at you.

You don't really enjoy having people looking at you when you are not wearing your special suit. You tend to always wear it, but Bakugo convinced you to wear some fresh clothes once the heat of the summer was really high.

When he sees you lifting your collar and crossing your arms to avoid the scars, he silently puts his arm over your shoulder. You smile as this makes you feel protected.

All of a sudden you hear the sound of glass crashing and ambulances coming rushing in the streets. People are screaming and running in every direction, and this gets you and Bakugo separated from the others. You are pushed by the crowd to a blocking.

There is a huge skyscraper burning in flames on the other side. The police holds people behind while the firefighters try to put it out but unssucessfully. Heroes are coming in and out of the building carring people, but you can see so many of them by the windows screaming for help.

"There are not enough heroes!" you hear someone scream.

"Look! There is Endeavor!"someone yells.

You see that giant man coming out of the building carring four people on his shoulders, and taking them to the paramedics. They cry and thank him but he doesn't stay to listen, he runs back to the building.

You see heroes coming out from windows and doors with rescuees. Mt Lady is using her hands to pick up people who are in higher floors, but the building is bigger than her.

"You have to tell her to step back! Her wheigh can cause the buiding to crash!" you hear a firefighter telling another hero.

Someone flies to her and she shrinks and starts crying.

"This is a mess." you hear Bakugo say. "Wait is that..."

You turn to the site he is looking. Yeah. Those are who Bakugo thinks: Midoriya, Todoroki, Uraraka, Tsuyu and Iida are there helping take people out of the building.

"Fucking Deku!" he screams, transpassing the police blocking with a jump.

"Damn it, Katsuki!" you say, following behind.

Bakugo doesn't listen to anyone screaming for him to stop, he just runs right into the bulding.

"What the fuck?! How come do you guys are always in trouble like this?" You ask Todoroki, having heared about all the things that had happened to class 1-A before you arrived.

"Welcome to the team?" Uraraka says with an erratic smile.

"We should not be doing this, we should not be doing this, we should not be doing this." You hear Iida saying while fastly coming in and out the building with people on his arms.

"We were passing by. They need all the help they can get. My f... my f... Endeavor, asked us to help. There are other civillians helping too, some guys from other classes, people with helpful quirks the other heroes know, we won't get in trouble this time." Todoroki explains to you. "You need to help, your quirk can take you places other people are not being cabable to reach."

You stare at him and sigh.

Fuck. Aizawa is going to kill you.

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