#WHILE THE CROWD SCREAMED IN TERROR TOO BTW

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All Out 09.06.24 // Collision 01.18.25

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Hello it's me again can I request the hlc students, professor and villians meeting THE VILLAIN AU of MC, (Mc is a dark entity who was stored under wookrook castle after the first ancient magic stop was open they let out !villain! Mc who's a 11ft entity who is sassy, manipulative, playfull/ Mc in this au plays a game with her victims if they lose they lose a limb if they win they get some power (btw this is a discarded au of mine Lol)

A/N: If I'm following your idea correctly, MC is not human but a dark entity that manifested inside the repository under Rookwood Castle? I can roll with that.

HLC REACT TO VILLIAN!MC

WARNING: angst,death, destruction, mayhem, evil!MC

RANROK: Finally. The Rookwood repository was unearthed. This one was the largest by far, he could practically smell the magic buzzing within its cage. In his haste, the magic beam from his hand killed a loyalist that didn't get out of the way fast enough. The repository shattered, releasing the large black and red mass of magic.

Something was different. The magic didn't automatically come to him. It didn't attach itself to his armor or go inside his body. Instead it writhed formless on the ground. He angrily shot another beam of magic, but it had no effect.

The magic did not come to him. Instead it started to rise. Higher and higher until the mass was near the height of the surrounding trolls. The magic swirled in place, gradually forming the silhouette of a human. Two exceptionally bright red lights glow where eyes would be.

The goblins behind him started to back up, looking to him for orders. He stared up at the unknown entity, unsure of the correct action. His magic had done nothing.

His hesitation was his downfall. The creature of undiluted dark magic simply pointed a finger at him and he felt as though his own soul was being ripped from his body. All the magic he had collected from previous repositories flew from him to the entity.

He fell dead while the entity seemed to grow stronger. Its form was more defined, more humanoid. The faceless head split across the front into a gnarled, chaotic smile.

VICTOR ROOKWOOD: He was outside Hogsmeade negotiating his next step with Harlow when the sky above went red. He pulls out his wand, thinking he's ready for what's about to come out of the sky when he sees it.

A large winged creature, not unlike a dragon, swooped down from above. A blast of dark and red energy came from the entity's hands and vaporized entire rows of houses. The protective barrier around Hogsmeade is entirely ineffective in stopping it.

He and Harlow try to flee, but the entity lands within feet of them. The weight of the creature shakes the earth and knocks them to the ground. He rolls onto his back and starts firing every destructive spell he knows, including the killing curse. His magic is merely absorbed.

A low shrill laugh pierces the air, he looks up in terror to see the sound coming from the entity standing over him. An impossibly tall humanoid figure with undefined features was staring down at him. They seem to be made of liquid chaos and fire, their skin constantly shifting and morphing. From the back came four large wings, like those of giant bats. They too seem to be constantly changing shape and definition.

The last thing he heard were his own screams as darkness descended upon him.

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SEBASTIAN SALLOW: The school was in chaos. The alarm bells rang out as professors rushed to collect the students for emergency evacuation. He fought against the crowd to get to the nearest floo powder stantion. He needed to get to Feldcroft.

He nearly reaches one when the wall next to him blasts apart. He's thrown off his feet and half buried in rubble. His ears ring. The screaming of the students around him feel distant when he sees a horrific being approach him. It glares down at him curiously.

He couldn't reach for his wand, his arm was broken. The creature reached down towards him and he tries to shuffle away when he feels a slight tugging inside of his chest, like his own heart was trying to leave through his ribs. An oily black substance oozes from his skin, shining red like blood and he believes he's dying. But then...he feels nothing. Not fear, not anger, not pain. He doesn't need to go to Feldcroft. He doesn't need to do anything...he doesn't want anything.

He's left there in the rubble. The creature absorbed what they took from him and moved on through the school, heading downward.

OMINIS GAUNT: He's lost in the crowd and couldn't find Sebastian, no matter how many times he called. He's forcefully shoved through the hall and to an evacuation point. No matter how much he protested, he was floo-ed away without explanation of what was happening. The best he could tell was at the school was attacked by something. It had to be huge by the sounds of crashing and all the screaming. Whatever it was was horrible and he was slightly grateful he didn't have to lay eyes on it.

It's later he overhears people saying it's the end of the world. An unstoppable monster immune to magic was destroying the wizarding world as they knew it. He never heard from either of the Sallows. He doesn't know what to do or where to go. He's never felt so lost and alone in his life.

ANNE SALLOW: Her uncle rushed her away from Feldcroft without explanation. Only that it was urgent and they needed to leave the valley immediately. She asks repeatedly about Sebastian and Ominis but her uncle insists that the boys will be kept safe by the professors and likely taken to the ministry to be reunited with families.

She never sees her brother or her best friend ever again. No matter how much it hurts her, she screams and spits at her uncle for leaving Sebastian behind. Even if there was no time, he could have at least tried.

IMELDA REYES: She gets escorted away with other students and eventually gets back to her family. With them being well off, they could afford to flee the country. Not that it may matter in the long run. Any bit of news she could get her hands on, wizarding or muggle, talk of the end of days.

NATSAI ONAI: Brave soul that she is, she fights against the flow of panicked students to try and find her mother. She instead finds the monster cornering a group of second years. She casts at it, shouting for the young students to run, and gets the attention of the entity.

It stands to its full height, unfazed by her attempts to attack it. She stares back, showing no fear. The entity shows its horrible grin and echoed words, that sounded like screams of the damned, came from it. "You... look... fun..."

GARRETH WEASLEY: His aunt finds him before he knows what's happening. She shoves an old rag in his hands and he gets pulled away by it. The rag was a portkey back to his home. He sits on the floor, dumbfounded and confused. He doesn't get word until later at Hogwarts had been destroyed. Unknown casualties. He never saw his aunt again.

LEANDER PREWETT: He runs past the hall the monster is down. He only catches a glimpse of Natty in the monster's grasp, black magic being pulled straight out of her throat. He's in a blind panic for the nearest floo. Once he's on the other side of it, far from Hogwarts, he vomits on his own shoes.

AMIT THAKKAR, EVERETT CLOPTON: Both of them make it out together with many other students. The ministry had been alerted to the emergency and sending every auror they had to Hogwarts. The students being rushed in were collected in the main area around the fountain. They stayed together, trying to find comfort in their familiarity amongst the chaos.

POPPY SWEETING: Her only thought was to get home. Get back to her gran. They needed to- CRASH! The wall in front of her caved in as the entity came through it with another person. She didn't have to worry about her gran anymore. Or anything ever again.

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ELEAZAR FIG: He sees the Onais with the monster. NATSAI was on the ground, Professor Onai standing numbly. He fires at the entity and distracts it. His magic doesn't seem to harm it, It just grins and rushes him. He gets shoved through the stone wall behind him. So many of his bones are broken, he can barely breathe. His suffering doesn't last long as the entity inhales and sucks the pain out of him, along with any energy he had left.

MATILDA WEASLEY: She is the one that raises the alarm. She witnesses the attack on Hogsmeade and rushes to get the emergency portkey for her nephew. If she could at least get one person out safely, it would be him. Seconds after he's gone, the ceiling above her collapses. The entity falls through the floor as it continues its destructive path to get to the repository it's senses beneath the school.

CHIYO KOGAWA: She's The first teacher to be evacuated out to the ministry to help guide the students and keep them together. Her voice is still calm and commanding as she tries to maintain order, but she feels the same dread and panic as the scared children around her.

AESOP SHARP: He actively pursues the entity. No matter how many times he fires at it, it doesn't seem to pay attention to him as he chases it through the halls. He and many aurors from the Ministry are the last ones on the grounds when the entity finally decides it's done playing and heads down to the caverns.

He sees it happen. The final transformation. When that thing absorbs every last drop of whatever magic was in the cage. Had no idea what it was or what was happening but it was bad. No matter what he threw at it, it just smiled. It looked at him and the others like they were curious insects.

To his surprise, the thing spoke to him, and it's awful voice. "Such suffering... I can taste it..." It raises one of its arms and he and all the aurors come off the ground. He struggles against the invisible force holding him, but to no avail.

Then he feels the tug in his chest. Black and red magic comes from his body, and the others, and is absorbed by the entity. When it was over, he did not care that he was falling head first to the ground. He didn't feel anything at all. Not even when his neck broke.

ABRAHAM RONEN: His class was one of the first destroyed in the attack. He and the students had no chance to defend themselves, not that there really was any way to defend themselves. For him, it was quick. Shards of glass and stone made for an unceremonious end.

MIRABEL GARLICK: She's at one of the evacuation points, getting students out. She sees the horrible thing come down the grand staircase and she stands between it and the students. The last thing she hears is it's terrible laugh as she and any students remaining have their pain removed.

MUDIWA ONAI: She finds the monster holding her daughter off the ground by her throat. She doesn't hear her own cries as her daughter falls limp to the floor with a sickening thud. She's too stunned to move. She doesn't even hear the entity's laugh as it rejoices in her pain.

BAI HOWIN: She goes through the floo after Kogawa to maintain order with the students they manage to get through to the Ministry. She is not, however, a steel willed as Kogawa so she's on the floor with her head in her hands.

DINAH HECAT: She manages to evacuate most of the defense against the dark arts tower before the monster comes stomping through. She tried to defend the floor the students were using to run, but it fired a black beam of magic and destroyed it. Her analytical eyes scanned the beast as she tried to figure out what it could possibly be. From her time as an unspeakable, perhaps this is an ancient beast that none have seen in centuries. She never figures it out, unfortunately. The monster feasts upon her pain.

CUTHBERT BINNS: He and the other ghosts are trying to Shepherd students to evacuation points. There's nothing he can do for them when the monster comes. Just watch as they become empty husks.

SATYAVATI SHAH: She makes it through a floo with her students. Only seeing two other professors and less than half the student body, the gravity of their situation hits her hard. One being, whatever it was, destroyed Hogwarts and most everyone in it in a matter of minutes. Not days, not even hours, but minutes. This was the end.

PHINEAS NIGELLUS BLACK: The coward fled when the school was attacked. Abandoning his post and ruining his reputation in the process, but he did not care. Nowhere in the job description was he ever supposed to fight off demons from the darkest pit of hell.

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MC: Oh, what fun they've had! The screaming, the crying, the pleading, the begging! The insurmountable amount of pain they got to experience! They never felt so alive! Now the largest repository of dark magic was theirs! All theirs! They pry the repository apart with their bare hands.

When they consume the magic, they undergo their largest and most drastic transformation. They more than double in size, being about the size of a giant. They grow another set of wings, more demonic seraphim in appearance, and grow another set of arms. Horns burst forth from their skull and another set of glowing red eyes blinks open.

They're horrible cackling laugh echoes from the depths of the crater that was Hogwarts. Everything the ministry tried to throw at them, were now dead and gone. The world was theirs.

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Imagine izuru with a cat like s/o

I'm sick so I swore I wouldn't be writing until I was better... but like HOW COULD I NOT?!

I wasn't sure whether you meant like his s/o is like a Neko like they have cat ears and a tail.. or if they have the personality like a cat..

I'll just write both :b eat up my fellow simps

TW this is despair AU so there's blood and death mentions but it's mostly fluffy

first off we got Izuru kamakura With a S/O who has the personality of a cat

as someone with 4 cats I know they can be sweet but also a Menace to society

(I say "I feel like" a lot in this be prepared)

but I feel like the first time he noticed you you he was immediately intrigued by you

because of how much you resembled a cat

And I don't wanna say it was love at first sight..

it was sorta love at first sight

because out of everybody else in the crowd (probably running for there lives)

your the one who caught his attention

short little scenario h e h e

Over all the screaming and running you just sat there perched up on one of the walls that half of it was gone just watching everyone else that was in terror you almost fell asleep there

like a cat

that was until something grabbed you... more like someone.. you looked behind you to see nothing but long black hair in your face from all of the wind until you got dragged away to see quiet area and you then heard a voice.. that was quite creepy who are you.. ? a male voice asked the person still in his grasp

.... im- Y/N

who are you? , you asked

izuru kamakura he responded

what do you need you asked strangely calm

even through all of the death and bloodshed your so calm.. why is that ,you don't even know who I am

yes I do.. u responded hesitating before continuing

the ultimate hope... u said

.. izuru stayed silent for a moment

before grabbing your hand and pulling you two walk with him

just come with me I'll explain later izuru said before you could even ask what was happening

your too perfect to lose I won't let despair take this away from me

izuru with a half cat s/o

oooh boy am I exited for this h e h e

I don't wanna say he was immediately attracted to you when he first saw you..

but he was immediately attracted when he first saw you

Ultimate cat alert ultimate cat alert ultimate cat alert

He found you adorable

(BTW in these hcs your already dating)

I feel like he has a little system in his head with profiles for everyone he knows about what there like and just little things about them

sooo

cats love head scratches we all know that so if you do that's going into your little profile

like scratches behind the ears like AAAA

expect lots of headpats

SCENARIO TIMEEEE (hehe it's giving punishment time)

while junko and mukuro were busy in the downstairs area of the building you and izuru were on the roof

of course to get the perfect view of seeing everyone commit manslaughter

you two were sitting at the edge of it and you got the idea to lay your head on his lap

like a cat

and izuru being izuru started to scratch behind your cat ears only to get the reaction of your tail moving up and down and you purring

and oh my Lord was he astonished

you sat up nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck

and you swore before doing so you could see him smiling.

aaaaaaaaaa end my sufferwing - ENA

STAY SPOOKY -modhiyoko

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Uhh random thoughts. Hosts and their fav attractions at the Disney parks bc Disney theme park attractions and history was a special interest of mine for 3 years (btw FUCK Disney obviously im just putting these hcs here bc despite its no longer a special interest I am still nerdy as hell about the theme parks specifically and I like to give characters favorite rides)

Cookie: this man seems like a thrill ride seeker. He will go on as many extreme rides as possible until he eventually has to go to the bathroom to throw up from motion sickness. I have the feel he’d like the Tower of Terror. He’d probably drag Schmitty on it despite Schmitty seems like the type to be absolutely TERRIFIED of drop rides. (He’ll go on anything else tho)

Buzz: okay call it obvious but Buzz Lightyear (and whatever the hell other name they give it istg it’s the same ride but they all have different names at every park). Tell me Buzz WOULDN’T like the LASER SHOOTER GAME RIDE. He probably thinks it’s cool as hell and would challenge others with beating his score. Nobody wins against Buzz.

Nate: this ride is defunct and no longer exists (unfortunately bc I think it’s awesome) but Extra-Terror-estrial Alien Encounter. Something tells me Nate’s weird little interest in conspiracy theories would lead to him liking the REALLY DARK lowkey horror attraction about a transportation device sending a violent alien into the room and characters getting attacked by it. (Btw if you don’t know what the ride is, look it up, its awesome) He’d probably take Buzz on this one and Buzz would be terrified with all the screaming from both the crowd being scared and the characters getting killed by the alien while Nate is having the time of his life lmao. Anyway, unfortunately since Alien Encounter no longer exists, I guess I’ll just say that Nate’s other favorite ride would be Rock N’ Roller Coaster. (Unfortunately, Buzz finds that ride too extreme for his liking as well so Buzz would NOT have fun getting dragged onto there by Nate)

Schmitty: without even thinking about The Lost Gold, I feel like he’d like Pirates of the Caribbean. Idk I Just get that vibe from him. That and he’d also probably like Soarin’ because he’d find it REALLY relaxing (the soft breeze the ride gives ya plus the calm movements and nice visuals and smells) can you tell I want Schmitty to have time to relax and be all chill yet. (Anyway projecting here but considering It’s a Small World is referenced TWICE in The Lost Gold, I headcanon Schmitty secretly likes the ride. It’s not his favorite but he likes it. Shhh I want the funny man to at least somewhat like my interests too)

Guy: Guy also seems like the type to like thrill rides as well (but he’d be able to TELL when hes getting motion sick unlike Cookie) but he also seems like the type to like rides with music that’d get at least somewhat stuck in his head, so while I can’t REALLY decide I guess the closest option is Guardians of the Galaxy: Cosmic Rewind, because it’s a roller coaster that has the chance to play one out of seven songs while the ride goes on. (Fun fact actually I’ve been on it before and it’s literally the only roller coaster I can stomach (i hate coasters) and it played Everybody Wants to Rule the World lmao)

Bonus, REDACTED: The Haunted Mansion. I think we can all agree on that. He’d be upset that the ghosts on the ride aren’t real, though.

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Guys, I would like to thank all of you for all the support since I started this blog, you are the best <3 Btw this is the fic Elon Musk doesn’t want you to see lol, jk jk 

Title: Humanity

Words: 3.6k 

Summary: When you get sold to an odd looking robot after the last failure of a rebellion, things go better than you had expected. Until they don’t. 

tw: robot/AI apocalypse au, dystopia au, slavery, slight non - sexual public nudity, discrimination, vulgar language, mention of death and child abuse (in the past), obsessive behavior, non - consensual touching, angst 

              AD 3061y., 14 September

 Your hometown was in ruins, shattered by the Forces and left without any source of food, clean water or reliable manpower. The rebellion had failed just like the first ten attempts and as much as you had wanted to believe this time would be different, your dreams stayed nothing more than a way to cope with the harsh reality. Any intelligent individual had either managed to flee before the prosecution or died in agony while trying. You could still hear their pained screams ringing in your ear, the desperate look in their pupils sealed forever in your mind along with the sound of heavy breathing slowly fading into the background like your own hopes for a better future.

 The ones who decided to play meek and close their eyes to the inhuman torture happening in the area were spared, but what awaited them could potentially be worse than death itself. You were part of the flock of pitiful weak humans who had surrendered to the heartless machines wanting nothing more than to see mankind squirm and kneel underneath their mechanic heel like a bug. And now you would face the hour of judgment – tired and exhausted, heavy rusty chains around your bruised ankles making every next step a little harder than the last one. But you were certain that the most painful humiliating event hadn’t taken place yet and the thought made your blood run cold. You could recall the countless stories you used to hear on the streets from your friends about androids stealing kids and selling them like cattle to the most powerful leaders of society. Back then you would laugh at them, finding the ideas ridiculous, better fit for a conspiracy theory or a legend rather than an actual threat. But during that time life was easier – the robots were still your friends, just your average citizens, equal to the humans in every manner. It wasn’t until ten years later that some of them realized just how much better, stronger and smarter than the people they really were. That’s how the apocalypse started and that’s how it was going to end. These days the mortals were becoming extinct with the population cut down to one million. You didn’t have names or rights to any possession. Your mere survival had one purpose only – to entertain the machines so they could feel human again. And right now you were being dragged to Soraq, also known as the biggest slave market in the country.

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 It was just as terrifying as you had imagined it to be. The Capital was supposed to express wealth, luxury and maybe even happiness but your old human views were easily opposed when faced with the mud  covering what was left of the pavement and the pale exhausted bodies of the mortals wandering the streets searching for a hot meal and a little bit of kindness it was clear no one wanted to provide. You reached out to help a young girl sobbing all by herself on the ground but the Officer roughly yanked your shoulder back and ordered you to keep going – his cold hard touch was enough to bruise your skin.

 After a few long minutes of uncertainty your keeper finally stopped, pulling you up some black stairs leading to a small stage and if you weren’t too busy looking around for the others who were captured, you might have noticed the crowd gathered inches away from you. Soon enough you were forced to redirect your attention as you heard the approving screams and cheering below. There were hundreds of robots staring at you, smirking maliciously, pinning you with their cold calculating gazes. You finally realized that this wasn’t just a bad dream or a nightmare, something unreal you could easily run away from by opening your eyes. You were about to become property and the worst part was the way the cruel machines perfectly resembled people – they looked the same except for the dark red pupils each possessed which glowed when going into a fight mode. But unlike humans the androids had gotten rid of their most intimate emotions and fears, turning themselves into empty shells, shiny and murderous with no way to experience anything properly, be it pleasure or pain.

 “Ladies and gentlemen!” The Officers started off with a low chuckle, his heavy hand wrapped tightly around your arm. His voice should have been programmed to be monotone but now it had a playful edge to it. “Today our dear subjects have decided to be feisty yet again. They still haven’t learned their lesson it seems.” He grinned eerily, quickly followed by the mocking laugher of the crowd. Some even shouted slurs and insults but you tried to focus on controlling your feelings. You needed to stay calm if you wanted to survive. “We really can’t expect more from the mankind. They are primal after all, they just can’t learn from their mistakes.” The male robot paused for a second to fix his microphone. “It’s in their DNA code to be foolish and pathetic. That’s why we need to take better care of them.” He whispered the last line down your neck and despite knowing that the machines didn’t have actual lungs, you could swear you felt his cold breath on your sensitive skin.

 “The woman is in her early twenties. Her background is unknown, but she certainly looks like someone you would want in your collection.” The android continued talking as if you weren’t there, his hands all over your tinier frame. The mass was yelling, but you only made out the words „down”, „strip” and „human”. Your eyes watered involuntarily and you let the tears stream down your cheeks in spite of the weakness they showed. It didn’t matter – it couldn’t get any worse so you could at least let yourself experience such little bits of comfort. In the next moment the Officer ripped your old ragged t-shirt, exposing your breasts to the cold autumn air. The hot red humiliation washed over you as the degrading whistles pierced trough your heart. It was such a cruel unfair punishment and you couldn’t even keep your composure long enough to not break down ugly – crying right there.

 “The bidding starts at one thousand eros!” The robot’s evil voice echoed through the area, reaching the market borders. Suddenly all the attention was on your scared vulnerable half-naked self. More than ten androids raised their hands, making your stomach turn in terror. Most of them had unpleasant appearances, resembling old people, usually men. “Do we have two thousand eros?” The officer added quickly afterwards having seen the shown interest. This time there were only five bots willing to buy you for so much money – but the show was far from over. “Am I seeing three thousand eros?” Your keeper kept going, determined to drain your bidders off their wealth, but to his utmost surprise now there were only two robots with their hands in the air – one seemingly younger and the other looking all wrinkled and bitter at the world. You silently prayed that fate would work in your favor only this time and hand you over to the man who would treat you more like a living being and less like an object.

 “Ten thousand eros.” Suddenly the android with a kinder appearance declared out loud, his cold stern gaze fixed onto you. The other male hesitated for a moment, probably wondering whether or not you were worth so much money, but at the end he cursed under his breath and slowly put his hand down with a sour expression. “Sold to K-010 for ten thousand eros!” The automatic voice of the Officer was ringing in your ear like an alarm while the crowd was shouting and cussing, some going as far as to criticize your new owner for giving up his monthly salary for a “cheap human whore”. Next he was invited on the stage to sign off all the needed documents leading to your freedom being ripped away forever and you were injected with a tiny chip which would make your location visible to your buyer at any given time. The android looked at you soon after and in one swift move he managed to place his leather coat on your shoulders, muttering at you to cover up. You obeyed, embarrassed by the reminder that your upper half was still fully exposed to all the hungry prying immortals. When the chains were finally removed, the robot took you by the hand and led you to a small white flying car with a yellow lily drawn on top – the brand was popular among the most powerful members of the Forces.

 “Don’t even think about running away.” K-010 growled when he noticed the way your attention drifted to the nearby road before finally taking your seat. You knew it was pointless now that the tracking device was deep into your skin but deep down you still couldn’t kill the last bit of hope screaming at you to do something before you were too far away to find home again, wherever it was. “If you so much as look outside while we drive, I will use my lasers to turn you into ash. Okay?” You nodded meekly and sank into the soft comfortable seat, wishing that your body would stop shaking in fear but to no avail.

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 The journey was long and silent but it made you remember the days when music was still allowed and you used to turn the radio all the way up in your mother’s car. You would sing loudly until your throat hurt and your friends would ask you to just shut up and focus on the road. Everything was so normal and happy back then. The stinging nostalgia threatened to overcome so you tried to focus on something else. You finally faced your owner in an attempt to study his appearance. He was probably in his late twenties, his hair white with some black locks here and there, a fashion trend you usually didn’t care much for. You couldn’t afford to bother with your hairstyle when you were constantly running for your life after all. The robotic male had sun-kissed brown skin, he was taller than most human men and his lips seemed softer than most robots’. But the biggest mystery laid in his deep dark eyes, they looked scarlet at first but the more you stared, the easier it was to realize the color was actually brown.

 “Are you a cyborg, K-010?” You asked in a small voice out of the blue, breaking the peace and quiet in the air. The android didn’t spare you much attention with his gaze fixed onto the open sky serving as a road, still he opened his mouth slightly to respond. “My name is Kyle, the numbers are just a formality.” He inhaled sharply as if he was reminiscing a bad memory. “And yes, I am biologically human – just with a few practical upgrades.” You had heard of such people before, the ones willing to become an experiment so they could join the high society oppressing their own neighbors, friends and relatives, setting the lands on fire and destroying the dying environment but you had never met one until today. Honestly, you felt betrayed. It was one thing to be some unfeeling machine’s plaything and entirely another to be owned by someone with a functioning heart even though they weren’t too keen on using it properly.

 “Why would you do that?” You couldn’t stop the question from leaving your lips in the next moment. “You should know what humans have to go through just to stay alive. Today hundreds of us were crushed and sold like some animals! Yet you changed yourself to appeal to their disgusting standards.” You raised your voice, the hot tears already spilling down your cheeks yet again, your fists clenched in pure anger at the foolish greedy man. He simply shook his head and leaned back. “I had my reasons, sweetheart. You don’t know anything.” With that the conversation had ended, you could try and argue or even blame him for being a selfish bastard but it wouldn’t have done you any good so you decided against it. It didn’t matter much anymore.

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 A few months went by slowly even though time meant little to someone in your position. Living with Kyle wasn’t as terrible as you thought it would be – his mansion was big and spacious, luxurious even. You had your own room and you were allowed to explore the house in your free time. You didn’t have many duties to attend to, your work mostly revolved around cooking, cleaning and keeping company with your owner when he was too tired to keep the robotic mask on and just wanted something sweet, something weak, something more human around. He didn’t want much out of you so you tried to do your best and stay on his good side – there was always a warm meal waiting at the table at night, every window was carefully wiped from the previous dust and the glass was now shining brightly, and you would listen for hours on end to the cyborg’s ramblings no matter how dreadful it could be sometimes.

 But it couldn’t be denied that the man had some odd habits, even if you were to overlook him buying a living being instead of simply hiring a maid. For example, you knew how thin the walls actually were because you could hear him cry almost every night. The half-robot would hold you close any time the news were too loud or a bottle of beer had fallen and shattered on the ground. Still you weren’t allowed to leave his home so all the doors leading to the outside world were locked while he was away or at work. And there were these weird long cuts on his shoulders you had managed to take notice of the first time your master had asked you to bathe him. You hadn’t meant to prey upon his naked form, but the task had been so awkward you needed something to focus on to drive the unpleasant thoughts away. The injuries looked deep and the man would close his eyes any time the soap made contact with them. Finally one day you gathered the courage to ask him what had caused the raw scratches. You were messaging his scalp gently, applying jasmine in his roots, trying to soothe his nerves and get to the information.

 “ ’S not important. ” K-010 answered lazily while arching his back into your touch. More often than not the male would melt under your care and you couldn’t help but wonder just how lonely it was to be neither a human nor a machine. “She is dead now.” He whispered darkly, secretly hoping it wouldn’t reach your ear, yet it did. “Who is dead?” You questioned him after a while, stroking his wet locks until you heard him moan. You were getting better and better at provoking a reaction from the cyborg and despite knowing it was manipulative and a little devious, he was still the ruthless owner who held your one and only life in his palms. You needed to be sneaky if you wanted a safe, comfortable life.

 “My mother.” Kyle added quickly before looking at the blue ceiling, the glossy material copying both of your reflections. The mention of the woman made the sensitive skin of his nape crawl but he kept talking. “The crazy bitch used to beat me every. She even tried to kill me a couple of times.” A slight smile appeared on his full red lips. “It didn’t work out in the end, unfortunately.” So that’s where the cuts were from – he had been violated in his childhood by no other than the person supposed to look after him. You had always hated abusive parents taking advantage of their authority and even now your own imagination made your heart ache at the picture it painted. A small boy being hit over and over until there his whole body was bruised and bloodied. A child with no one to turn to. It didn’t excuse your master’s evil doing but it certainly explained a lot. “Don’t make such a sad face, darling.” He cooed at you, reaching out to pinch your cheek. “I will always be grateful to the Forces since they gave me the power I needed to finally free myself from her grasp. I even buried her myself after everything was said and done.” Kyle grinned from side to side like a little kid waiting to be praised for the picture they had drawn, except now the man was speaking of the way he had murdered his mother. You were at a total loss of words, suddenly too frightened to respond.

 “What’s so special about being a human anyways?” The cyborg grumbled, sounding almost offended of the words you still haven’t said but were definitely thinking deep down. You were staring forward unable to draw away from that one crack in the wall, his words flying above your head. Your confusion was interrupted by the man quickly raising to his knees and catching both of your hands with his strong robotized ones. The cold touch of the metal combined with the camouflage of a soft skin was enough to mess your mind even further into the maze that was his dark gaze. Next thing you knew the male had you pinned on the hard ground, spotlessly clean and reeking of abstergent. You tried to squirm away but the hold of your wrists was too tight and strong to even make your struggling worth the trouble. “Just look at how weak you humans are.” K-010 taunted you, smirking teasingly, cruelly, yet there was something desperate in his eyes, something hidden. “You are so fragile I could probably break you if I were to press harder on your flesh.” He whispered into your ear, breathing down your neck as he dug his icy fingers into your collarbone and made you whimper pathetically at the dull pain. “People are foolish creatures, illogical by nature. They try to fight authority yet the moment they are left with a free choice, they find a way to run from their responsibilities.” The cyborg chuckled maliciously while digging his nails further into your skin.

 “We might be doomed forever because of our emotions but there is something you fail to consider.” You finally spoke out despite your rapid heartbeat and fear so great it could defeat death herself. The predator already had you in his sharp claws and there was no pointing in playing coy anymore. The worst had come to worst. Your words caught the attention of the half-robot and he licked his lips in anticipation to hear what you had to say. “Unlike the androids we can still experience love. And at the end a life without love is a life wasted in the big picture. We might be mortal but you are the ones waiting to die instead of living.” You spat at the man fiercely, ready to face any punishment he would bestow upon your weak tired body for the sheer honesty. Instead he started laughed maniacally, the sound so loud it hit the ceiling and echoed through the house like a pained scream and so violent his shoulders shook to the sides. For the first time his eyes were glowing in a bright red color so saturated and vivid you couldn’t stand to look at them.

 “This is really funny, my little human.” Kyle pronounced carefully, having calmed down. He lowered his head so that his lips were ghosting over yours, just brushing against them. “I belong with neither humans nor robots so why does my chest ache every time I look at you? Tell me, darling, am I in love?” His voice was harsh, husky – as if he was purposely trying to sound evil but the tears in his eyes pointed at another feeling. A raw painful feeling.

 You couldn’t reply not only because you had no idea what to say after the confession but also because you couldn’t breathe properly with his pretty, wicked face so close to yours. Your silence only managed to stir the cyborg up further into his madness and he kissed you roughly, hungrily lapping and biting at your lips until they were sore and bruised, the robotic man more than happy to lick the small drops of blood off. For a moment you considered kicking or shouting for help but there wasn’t anyone willing to in the radius of kilometers. No one of significance cared much about the few remaining mortals. “I could never love you.” You uttered weakly, half – heartedly pushing the man away. You were all alone in this and there wasn’t really a point in fighting someone so much bigger and stronger, yet a sad little part of you hoped that Kyle would leave you alone if you made it clear enough just how much his actions were hurting you.

  “It’s fine if you don’t love me by choice.” Your master replied calmly in a cold piercing voice. His hands were wandering through your form stopping at your hips to draw them into his. The pretty dress you used to like so much was now crumpled and reeking of him, torn apart from your shivering body and thrown away. You wished you could cry but all the adrenaline had left you too uneasy to process the pain and fear. Kyle whispered in your ear while stroking your hair gently and it made you feel like a trembling sheep before a starved butcher. “I own you, little human.” He placed a small kiss on your hot sensitive neck. “And I have enough love for both of us.”

[bansheeoftheforest]

Syndicate + gang leader au where Henry kills his brothers

Jacob x Henry because it’s healthier than Lanyon x Henry

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OK THIS ONE IM ACTUALLY GOING TO TRY TO STAY ON TOPIC TO AND JUST RAMBLE IDEAS AND HCS INSTEAD OF TRYING TO MAKE A GODDAMN MASTER LIST OF EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS IN THE AU JFC HOW DOES THAT KEEP HAPPENING SDJFHSJDF

Anyways <3

Gang leader / Syndicate crossover au:

Henry is the youngest of the three brothers, Raphael and Kent are nonidentical twins. Henry is two years younger than them and has always been the baby of the group. Raphael and Kent have always been protective of him and also love to mess with him.

Their parents were abusive, Raphael and Kent decided to take the opportunity to leave Glasgow the first moment they got and they took Henry with them. They moved to London and one of their uncles-- who owned and inherited quite a successful shipping company by the London docks-- gave Kent and Raphael jobs as Henry went to university. The uncle died before Henry graduated, and left the business to Raphael and Kent.

Henry did not talk a lot to his brothers while in University. He tried to reach out to them but suddenly Raphael and Kent were "incredibly busy", Henry assumed they were busy trying to keep the family business going well.

He went to visit them on their dock after he graduated and got his doctorate. He had learned a lot about the London "culture" and gangs from Robert (and Rachel) telling him everything there is about the London underground and the aristocracy. Much to his horror, he arrived at the docks to find his brothers dressed as Templars.

Henry was quickly forced into the Templar order against his will. His brothers gaslight and manipulated him into joining, other members threatened to hurt him or his friends if he didn't join, and it ended up being Henry's biggest regret.

Henry spent about 13 years in the Templar order working in secret for it. He was allowed to do as he pleased as long as he made poisons for them. In the meantime, Henry tried to make up for the guilt he had from the suffering he had caused by helping people on the street. Hungry, dirty, sick people who quickly becoming loyal to the doctor who always feeds them and gives them what they need to survive.

In this part of the au, Henry more directly creates the gang. He realizes that these people are willing to fight for him and they have placed him on a pedestal. He can't get himself down from it so he takes advantage of it. He makes sure that the Society is under constant protection and that the gang brings in money that can be spent on taking care of the members and keep the Society afloat. No Lodger cares enough for the finances to notice the sudden influx of money, and Henry merely tells Rachel and Robert that it’s “sponsors”.

It was only when the Frye Twins entered and began to liberate London that he decided that it was the perfect time to finally break free from the Templar order. He had long since lost any love he still had for his brothers and he would do anything to be free again. He ended up cornering and murdering his brothers in cold blood while his gang distracted the Blighters, and he blamed the murders on the Frye Twins afterwards, the very same Frye Twins that quickly would... Well... Realize that they did not kill these Templars and instead try to track down the murderer that blamed it on them.

In the end, they find their way to Dr. Henry Jekyll's office. Henry had done a good job and working behind the scenes and no one had really suspected him of working for the Templars, so the twins-- while hearing from Greenie that it was rumored that the Jekyll Brothers and Dr. Henry Jekyll were related-- did not know that Henry himself used to be a Templar.

Henry, however, assumed they had broken into his office to kill him. He had already resigned himself to his own death, he was not going to fight it. He had burnt every photograph and document he had that connected him to his brothers and he had merely been waiting for the twins to come and kill him. He was, honest to god, quite disappointed when the Twins seemed confused and instead asked him if he knew anything about the murder of the Jekyll brothers.

"...The murder of my brothers, the Templars? The murder committed by someone close and well trusted by them, the murder that went undetected, and that was later blamed on you? The murder that had slank past the eyes of public after a convenient gang fight right that moment?"

It does not take long for the twins to realize what he is hinting to. His voice his bitter and his body language is cold, yet it doesn't sound like he regrets it.

ahaha anyways i ended up accidentally just retelling the entire thing well time for some actual hcs about this au branch.

Henry gets extreme paranoia after having murdered his brothers. He swears he can still see their faces of terror or hear their screams of pain and agony when he closes his eyes and try to go to sleep. He constantly feels followed by them, but he is too used with Hyde, so he doesn't pay attention to "them". When he doesn’t sleep, they silently follow him with whatever other hallucinations he have at the moment, like Moreau.

He wanted to be the one to murder his brothers himself, he didn't find it dignified to have someone else do the murdering for him. He generally does not want his gang to murder people, only hurt those of necessity, and he still wanted to give his brothers the dignity of not having to be killed by a random gang member.

Something in him kinda... Died that day. His friends, the Lodgers, and his very on gang could all notice how Henry seemed... Colder, more tired, constantly exhausted. He refused to tell anyone why, though, and he still did everything he needed to do so no one could force an explanation out of him. It was not until the newspapers reported on the murder that people realized that he was acting weirdly because his brothers had been murdered. Henry debated snapping his own neck once the Lodgers began to flock to him with words of sympathy, unaware that he was the murderer.

He is extremely benevolent to his gang, something many feared he wouldn’t be at first. He has always been a kind person and that’s why people began to flock to him as it was, but some feared that he would... Ah, turn crueler after a while like most gang leaders. That never happened, though. He saw each and every one of his gang members as his family, and took care of them as such.

He and his gang began teaming up with Lucy many years before either met the twins. It was always fun when Rachel tried to introduce the two of them without telling Henry that Lucy is... Well, Queen Lucy, and it was always fun to act as if they had never met before and as if Henry hadn’t just been invited to dinner the night before. Henry is really good friends with Patrin and Elise.

Henry’s gang wear blue. The Blighters wear red and before the twins and the Rook started, Henry didn’t want his own gang associated or reminding him of Hyde. Blue it was, and it easily made his gang slip into crowds and disguise themselves to be the Scotland Yard.

Neither Brokenshire nor Abberline knew about Henry’s gang until Abberline started working with the twins and until after Henry was “recruited” by them. Depending on if Henry murdered his brothers before or after he joined the twins, Abberline and Brokenshire helped him cover up the murder. 

Ahaha wow Uhm. I keep forgetting how I format and classify these as rambles but anyways time for some Jekyll x Jacob <3 This is just going to be in general btw so <3<3

Henry was incredibly endeared by Jacob from the moment he heard about him. Something about a tall, strong ruffian bringing justice to the streets of London (and fighting Templars) was just incredibly... Ah, attractive in Henry’s eyes. He actually allowed himself to feel that because hell, he works for the Templars and Jacob is supposed to be the enemy, Henry hates the Templars, why not be incredibly gay for the assassin?

Jacob shamelessly flirted with Henry from the first moment the met. Breaking into his office to figure out who murdered his brothers and Jacob could certainly not read the room. Henry was far too gone that he merely huffed and flirted back... Well, until they came to the topic at hand. Even in other branches were Henry was recruited by them to make poisons, or where they met in a gang fight, and Jacob still shamelessly flirts with Henry.

Jacob tries so hard to be romantic. Henry is incredibly amused by it. He will be working in his office late at night and Jacob will pop by his open window to demand attention. He will come back to his office after having ran son errands and there will be bouquets of fresh lavenders, lilacs, and tulips. Jacob will constantly “force” him (or, well, bribe him to leave his work) to go on dates with him, dates that consists of wandering the rooftops of London and watch the stars at night or have a nice dinner together. He loves to spoil Henry rotten <3

Jacob loves cuddles. Henry was not very physically affectionate at first. He was afraid that Jacob would end up doing the same thing Robert did to him and while he couldn’t keep away from him, Jacob made sure to take it slow for him. Their favorite pastime is to cuddle on one of the couches in the train after exhausting missions, and Henry finds that he can’t keep away from Jacob’s touch for too long.

Rachel and Robert began to introduce Henry into the more... Ah, illegal luxuries of the London life. They take him to a fight club and are highly confused when Henry suddenly gets incredibly excited as he watches his boyfriend kick the shit out of people. He completely abandons them and practically fall into Jacob’s (sweaty and slightly bloody) arms the moment the fighting is done. Both he and Hyde love to check out Jacob fighting in fight clubs.

(Jacob post-fight is probably the hottest sight Henry has ever seen and Jacob knows that fully well. Jacob often uses the money he wins from the fights buying gifts for his lil boyfriend <3). 

Another ideal date in the eyes of Jacob is highjacking Henry’s carriage and abducting him. It’s all fun and games until he accidentally does that when Jasper, Rachel, or Robert are in the carriage too. That was not fun for Henry to explain.

After Jacob and Evie have liberated all child factories, Henry makes a spur-of-the-moment decision to adopt Clara (the child who wanted the twins to free the children in the factories). Clara ends up getting raised by two very protective and very lovely-dovely dads. She spends most of her time in the Society (while still helping the kids on the street) but Jacob visits her and Henry a lot.

Look I just want Henry and Jacob to raise a kid that won’t come back and try to murder them later on ok.

Anyways on to some other hcs. Jacob loves to make sexual jokes to Henry. Henry either acts dumb and as if he doesn’t understand them, or he will shot them right back until Jacob is the one blushing (or highly embarrassed).

Jacob loves to break into the Society and follow Henry around but make sure he doesn’t see him. He will be parkour over the ceiling beams and all the Lodgers will notice and get extremely paranoid, trying to get Henry to notice it too because clearly something is up, Henry will completely ignore him most of the time.

Jacob rarely sleeps because his work as an assassin rarely allows him to, but once he and Henry starts dating he always makes sure to visit Henry during the night (or have Henry come to the train) so that they can cuddle and sleep together, knowing Henry won’t sleep by himself.

Henry is always the tiny spoon. Always. Jacob loves to hold him. Henry is always cold and Jacob is always warm so for Henry it’s like being wrapped in a blanket and for Jacob it’s like having an ice cube chilling down his overheated body.

Henry gets overwhelmed quite easily, both in general and with their actual relationship. As dramatic and clingy Jacob can be at times, he always gives Henry the space he needs and especially in the beginning, when everything was so new and Henry had to take his time to process everything. Jacob is always patient with him.

Henry likes to create stuff for Jacob. It can be everything from new poisons to new gadgets, to something as simple as a painting or a hand-made sweater he did himself. When the gifts became more... Simple, so to speak, he worried that Jacob wouldn’t like them, but Jacob absolutely loves and treasures anything Henry does for him, although he routinely gives the sweaters and clothing back so Henry can wear them, and so Jacob can get them back and it smells like his boyfriend <3

(Evie always finds Jacob cuddled up with the sweater in the mornings when they can’t be together. She thinks that it’s stupidly adorable).

Jacob stays in London after Evie and Green get married and move to India. He would originally have thought of leaving London to return to the Assassin Order in Crawley, but ultimately decided to stay with his lover in London. After the end events of TGS, the two of them buy a horse ranch out in the countryside where they retire. Jacob occasionally returns to London as the leader of the Rooks, and soon they begin on working to expand the gang to other cities. Henry doesn’t normally return to London, but always eagerly awaits his husbands return. By the time they have retired and moved, Clara goes to University in London, but she always makes sure to visit her dads inbetween her semesters.

They get to die a peaceful death after having lived a long and fulfilling life. Henry died first, his body having gotten weaker after many years of HJ7, and Jacob died only a few days afterward. Clara made sure they got buried in the same grave, and their little farmhouse and their belongings (and their story) has been passed down from generations ever since. 

Lydia, Jacob’s canonical granddaughter that lives through ww1, is instead Greenie’s and Evie’s grandchild for this au/ship.

[andrea-lyn]

Holiday prompt! Michael's a single dad (mother didn't want the kid so he raises her all on his own.) And he's the cutest fluffiest daddy to his little princess. But he's lonely. Alex has his little princess, his beagle Buffy. But he's lonely too. Michael and Alex have some kind of meet-cute and fall in love. Alex bonds with Michael's daughter and Michael/his daughter bond with Buffy. And they become a sweet little family in time for Xmas! (I loooooooove your writing btw!!!!)

what are you doing new year’s eve?michael/alex, pg-13

“Buffy! Hey! Whoa! Easy,”Alex pleads when Buffy takes off through the park, hellbent on gettingsomewhere, yanking on Alex’s arm as she bolts. 

Usually, she’s a great dog, but when there’s a lot of commotion going on, shecan get excitable. It’s probably Alex’s fault for bringing her to the fall fairlike this, but it’s one of Roswell’s few events – not to mention that Kyle hadtexted him that if he didn’t attend and kept sitting alone in his cabin, therewould be consequences. So here he is, out at the fair, while Buffy tries tomake him lose yet another limb because she wants him to go somewhere.He’s almost got her under control when the toe of his prosthetic digs into adivot in the ground and sends him flying. Alex hears someone’s shout of alarm nearby.He braces himself for the impact, but then it … never comes.Instead, he’s face-first in someone’s chest, hearing a high-pitched giggle nearhim. “Hi doggy!” a little girl says to Buffy, and Alex grabs at a pair ofshoulders (very nice, very strong, very handsome shoulders) to pull himself outof whoever’s chest he’s gone right into. When he looks down, he sees Buffy licking the girl’s cotton candy (she can’t bemore than four and she’s also very easygoing, because she clearly doesn’tmind). Alex stares up nervously to find himself in the arms of a handsome man,which is usually the kind of thing that only happens in his dreams.“Buffy, stop it,” he manages to eke out, even if he’s not looking at the dog. “Tori, don’t let the dog get your cotton candy,” the man says, and he sounds alittle like he’s echoing Alex’s tone. “Hi,” he says, breathless and a littlestunned as he looks at Alex. “You always meet new people like this?”“I think my dog had some designs on your daughter’s cotton candy.”

Alex collects himself and steps back, running through the list of likelypossibilities why this handsome man isn’t a prospect for Alex. Even thoughthere’s no ring on the man’s finger, there’s a daughter, which means that thewife is somewhere around here and though his dog may be trying to be amatchmaking little fiend, even she can’t know about the complications that hehas to face in a town like Roswell where his prospects can be counted on asingle hand. “She’s cute,” the man promises, and ducks down to haul Tori up by the waistinto a flying position. She screams happily and peers upside-down at Alex witha head of blonde curls bouncing. “I’m Michael and this is Tori,” he introducesthem, while Tori waves at them.“I’m Alex,” he says, tugging on the leash to get control, “and this is Buffy,”he says, bending to try and get some of the cotton candy out of Buffy’s mouth.“Sorry, I should let you get back to your family, your wife must be waiting forthe both of you.”It’s the wrong thing to say from the way Michael looks hurt, echoed on Tori’sface.“I don’t have a Mommy,” she says quietly. “Daddy says that she has importantbusiness somewhere else, but one day he’s gonna fall in love with someone elseand I’ll get a new Mommy or Daddy then.”“Tor,” Michael hisses.Alex blinks as he tries to rapidly process all of that. He can’t imaginethat Michael had intended for his daughter to out him like that. “Sorry, I’doffer to unhear that, but…”“It’s fine,” Michael says, even if he looks a little uneasy. “Her Mom and Igrew up together in a group home and a while ago we tried to have something.She got pregnant and she didn’t want the baby, but she had some pretty strictviews on that, so I offered.” His smile softens as he stares at her withadoration. “Best decision I ever made.”“She’s pretty cute.”“So’s your girl,” Michael replies, and when Alex gives a confused look, Michaelgestures to the dog. “Buffy, huh? You must’ve been a big fan.”“Or just a really big nerd,” Alex clarifies. “Are you new to Roswell? I feellike I haven’t seen you around, because I would’ve noticed…” He trails off, hiseyes widening before he admits something really stupid like ‘I would’ve noticedsomeone as hot as you’.“I lived here for a while when I was a kid, but then I got moved to a fosterparent in Albuquerque. Only came back for a job recently, but it’s funny howmuch the town hasn’t changed.” Michael hasn’t shifted his gaze from Alex’smouth the whole time he speaks. “At least, in some ways. I don’t remember ithaving someone as handsome as you around.”Alex glances to the side and blushes, wondering why he’s ignoring the pick upline.“It, um…I…” He’s not used to people flirting with him, so he thinks he’sallowed to be somewhat off balance. “Thanks?”“Yeah, no problem,” Michael replies with amusement. “Listen, Tori dragged meout to this thing because she said I was being Mr. Sad Dad sitting all aloneand working on the car, but I don’t really know what you do at a fall fair. Youwanna…explore with me?” he asks, biting his lip and arching his brow in a waythat has Alex reading all the way between the lines into the other thingsMichael might be asking with a question like that.“Yes!” Tori says, jumping up and down excitedly, already coming over to try andtake the leash. “Please? Please, please? I can hold Buffy,” she says veryseriously. Alex is still stunned that he literally fell head-first into this man’s chest,who happens to be bisexual, and wants to explore the fair with him. His luck isn’tusually this amazing, and yet, here he is, looking down the barrel of an offerhe can’t refuse.“Yeah,” he says. “I think I owe someone a cotton candy replacement.”“Yes!” Tori squeals. “And then we’ll play games, and ride the ferris wheel,”she lists, sliding her hand along the leash that Alex is holding to help, whileMichael falls into step at his side, casually bumping his shoulder ever once ina while, “and we’ll get pictures drawn and go pet the sheep…!”“All that, huh?” Alex teases.“Maybe even more,” Michael agrees, and leads them off into the fair. His dog is a remorseless matchmaker, he decides, but seeing as Michael keepstouching him in all these small little ways, keeps feeding him fair food, keepsgrinning in that sweet and overly perfect way, it’s not like he minds. When the night’s over and they’re parting ways in the parking lot, Michael’sgot a sleeping Tori in his arms, giving Alex an apologetic look.“I’d give you my number, but my hands are kind of full…”“It’s okay,” Alex rushes to insist, not wanting to put expectations on Michaelfor one good afternoon. “I’m Alex Manes, I’m out at a hunting cabin justoutside of town, but maybe I’ll drive in sometime and visit the both of you. Iknow Buffy would love to see you again.” He breathes in and decides to go forbroke. “I know I would, too.”“Okay,” Michael replies, with a considerate nod. “Michael and Victoria Guerin,”he says. “Look us up or we might just have to come find you.”Alex waves them off, thinking about how that threat had sounded far toogood. Maybe Alex will have to hold off on the finding, just to see what happens next.*On Thursday evenings, Alex attends the local library with Buffy for a sessionin the kids’ section. Buffy mills around the kids to soak up affection whileAlex reads stories, plays his guitar, and sings. It's something he’d picked uprecently when the weight of being alone at home had begun to crush him. Hehasn’t really had anyone for years and it’s not like he and his family getalong, which means that other than his dog, he doesn’t really have anyone inRoswell.He used to have Kyle, but then he’d picked up that doctors without bordersrotation last month and Jenna’s off on another tour, so here he is.The kids are great, though. They love hugging and cuddling Buffy (and his dogis an absolute terror who preens as she encourages it) and Alex likes having anaudience, even if it’s children. His day job involves programming, which ispretty lonely in itself, so getting out and doing this is a godsend. He makes it through the first story and song before he looks into the crowd ofkids and sees a familiar head of curls and a beaming gap-toothed grin directedback at him.Tori waves eagerly at him, bouncing in her seat. Alex laughs as he waves back,noticing that Buffy’s decided where she’s going to stay, which happens to be inTori’s lap. Alex pushes that thought out of his mind that where Tori goes,Michael is also probably there. It still affects his next song choice, pickingsomething closer to a ballad than a happy upbeat song.When story time is over, Tori jumps up. “Come on Buffy!” she whistles andclaps. “You gotta go back to Mr. Alex, now,” she says.“Alex is okay,” he says with a laugh and a warm smile for the girl. He digsinto his bag for a treat to get Buffy at his side, patting her head when shereturns to him. “Hey Tori,” he greets her. “You liked story time?” “I did!” Tori agrees. “I never got to do this, but then Daddy found out thatyou were here and he said we should come, cuz you never called us.” It’spetulant and she’s got her hand on her hip, like Alex is in trouble, which he’scertainly feeling even though it’s all turned out for the best.His favorite people in the world have come to see him play music and sing andread stories. Even Tori’s stomping mad mock-fit can’t change that.“I definitely made a mistake,” Alex promises, hand over his heart. “How about Ipromise to take your Daddy out for coffee and bring you, and then I can make itup to you?”Tori squints at him, like she’s thinking about it, but then nods. “Okay, butyou gotta guess what I’m gonna be for Halloween, Alex!” Tori demands, jumpingup and down a little. Alex laughs as he keeps her in, a hand gently on her shoulder to prevent herfrom drifting too much. “What are you gonna be?” he asks, her energy just alittle overwhelming, and he wonders how the hell Michael does this on his own.“An alien!” she says loudly. “I’m gonna have antenna and green skin and…”“Tori, volume,” comes her father’s voice.Alex blushes slightly, knowing that he’s probably been lurking around, butstill, glancing up to see Michael in a soft-looking sweater is enough to catchhim off guard. Alex wants to wrap his hands up in it and tug Michael towardshim, bury his face in his shoulder, and kiss his way up his neck before…He’s in a children’s library section. He should not be having these thoughts.“Hi,” Alex says, staring at him. “Hey,” Michael replies, coming to stand behind Tori. “You never called.”“You said you’d come find me if I didn’t,” Alex replies, heart pounding in hischest. “I figured if you were actually interested, you would.” And here he is. “So,if Tori’s dressing up as an alien for Halloween, what’s her Dad going as?”Michael lets his gaze slide over Alex and shrugs, like he’s not so sure hewants to give it away so easily. “I mean, you could always come with us,” hesays, which makes Tori’s face light up with delight, whispering ‘yes, yes, yes’and tugging on Alex’s hand, even though Halloween isn’t for another week andchange. “Then you could see what I’m dressed up as.”So they’re doing this, are they?“Okay,” Alex hears himself agreeing, because he’d be an idiot not to. “I guessI’ll see the both of you on Halloween.”On trick-or-treating night, Alex shows up in town with Buffy. She’s wearing littlealien antennae to match Tori and Alex has dressed up in his very finest vampirefangs and contacts (mostly because his go-to costume from Rocky Horror PictureShow probably isn’t appropriate for public consumption). Tori is, as expected, an adorable little alien. Her father is dressed up as acowboy, with that black hat looking way too good to be true. The pantsalso happen to be a little too tight and look like a strange material that hasAlex questioning them.While Tori is off collecting candy, Michael fills him in on why that is. “Theyran out of the normal cop costume for adults, so uh, this is the stripperversion from online.”Alex gapes at him as he wanders up to collect Tori, wondering if he’s going tobe able to test out those pants and see how easily they come away. His heartpounds in his chest as he thinks about it, hoping against hope that maybehe’ll get that. For now, he’ll enjoy the view. *It's the day.Today’s the day Alex has to decide if he’s going to attend the family Christmasparty or whether he’s going to turn it down another year in a row. On the onehand, he loathes his father and he knows the feeling is mutual, so the lastplace he wants to be is under his roof. On the other, it’s going to be a lonelyChristmas otherwise. It’s the thought he’d been debating while standing in theliquor store for the last thirty minutes mulling over the same bottle ofwhiskey.“I know it can’t be that complicated to decide on the booze, so whatever’s onyour mind must really  be weighing youdown.”Alex startles, glancing to the side to see Michael standing there with abasket. “It’s not Sunday,” Alex jokes, which is when they meet up to go groceryshopping together. He hugs the bottle of whiskey a little tighter against hischest to try and dispel the way he feels so unsure, wishing that he could makethis decision easily, but he can’t. Obligation and hope that his awful familywill decide this is the year they stop being terrible looms. “What, I can’t stalk you on Fridays, too?”“I would’ve picked a nice restaurant for dinner if that was the case,” Alexjokes, but it feels empty. “What’s up?” Michael asks. “Man staring at liquor like that for as long as heis, it’s never a good thing.”“I have to tell my family today if I’m going for Christmas dinner or not,” Alexsays. “I keep waiting until the last minute and that’s today.” With only a weekto go, they want to know how many places to set and Alex knows that he alwaysputs it off because of his indecision, but he usually folds and goes, only toregret it.“What happens if you don’t go?”Alex shrugs and puts the bottle in his basket. “The same thing that always happens.Buffy and I have a night in where I make something for dinner that she eats offmy plate, I get stupidly drunk, and then I wish I’d gone. It’s why the last fewyears, I do go, and then they call me names, ask me if I’ve thought aboutconversion camps, and are total assholes for the whole night.”It’s a lose-lose situation, basically.“You’re ignoring the very good third option here,” Michael says, his facestormy the moment Alex mentions the conversion came. “Come spend the day andevening with us,” Michael says.Alex had never counted on there being a possibility of a win in thissituation. Yet, it catches him off guard. Even though he and Michael have beenspending a lot of time together over the last three months, it had neveroccurred to him to even ask to spend the holiday with Michael and Tori, but nowthat he’s brought it up, it’s the only Christmas gift he actually wants. He’s sure that his face is filled with a desperate longing (something else hefeels around Michael all the time, which means it’s a normal look for him thesedays).“It’s Christmas,” Alex hears himself protesting, instead of screaming yesthe way he wants to. “I don’t want to intrude.”“My foster siblings are all out of town and you’re Alex,” Michael says, shakinghis head like he can’t believe Alex thinks he’d be intruding. “You’re basicallypart of our family already. Tori adores you, and she loves Buffy. Sometimes, Ithink she loves your dog more than she loves me, it’s causing some realemotional issues…” he deadpans, but he’s still smiling. “Alex,” he says andreaches out to rest his hand on top of Alex’s. “Can you please let me have whatI want for Christmas and come spend the day with us?”He wouldn’t be alone. He wouldn’t be at his awful family’s house.Instead, Alex would get to indulge in the third option, one that he’s neverconsidered until this very moment. “We’ll be there,” he hears himself saying.Suddenly, the whiskey in his basket doesn’t seem half as necessary because there’sgoing to be an air of celebration instead of doomed certainty about what hisfuture holds.“I can’t wait,” Michael says. “Neither of us can. You’re family, Alex,” hesays, before heading to check out.Alex watches him go, fighting that desperate urge to grab Michael by the collarso he can kiss him and tell Michael that maybe they’re family, but Alex wants tobe so much more. He’d be family and partner and boyfriend and lover. He’d beeverything, even a second father to Tori, if she’d have him. By the time he resolves to do something about it, Michael’s out of the store,but with the holidays looming near, Alex knows that he’s going to get hischance. *“There’s only a minute left! Sixty!” Tori begins the countdown, her armswrapped around Buffy as she lies on the floor, watching the television. She’shyperactive on the chocolate that she’s been snacking on all night to stayawake, much to Michael’s chagrin (and Alex’s guilt, seeing as he’s been the onefeeding it to her). She keeps counting down, even as Alex shifts on the couch,staring at Michael.It’s been such an incredible back half to the year. Ever since they met at thefall fair, Alex can’t imagine his life without Michael. Every Thursday he has adedicated fan in Tori in the front row at the library, with Michael lurkingnearby. The Christmas they’d spent together had been perfect in all the mostsurprising of ways, and on a regular basis, Michael had started to take Alexout for coffee once a week on top of their usual grocery store date.Alex’s loneliness has begun to ebb away, almost like it had never existed inthe first place.“So, new year coming up,” Alex says, adjusting the blanket they’re under asTori jumps back and forth with Buffy trying to paw at her feet. “You got anyresolutions you planning on making?”Michael’s attention is fixed on Alex, reaching up to adjust the glittery silverparty hat that he’s wearing. “I’ve been thinking about it,” he admits, “andyeah, I think maybe there’s one that I’m meaning to take on.” Alex absently rubs his fingers over Michael’s hand, massaging out the cramphe’d gotten when he’d been opening up the champagne bottle to have it ready togo. “Yeah?” he murmurs.“Yeah,” Michael says softly.“…five! Four!”“You gonna tell me?” Alex asks, heart pounding in his chest.Tori screams one and the television goes wild wishing everyone a new year, butAlex barely hears any of it because Michael leans in and cups his cheeks tobear him to the back of the couch with the kiss that Alex has been dreaming ofsince they first met. It takes him all of a frantic half-second before Alexremembers to kiss back, parting his lips to deepen it while tangling hisfingers in Michael’s curls to tip his head to the side, pushing back to makethis more equal.Breathing heavily by the time he eases back, Alex sags back in happy disbeliefto see Tori grinning at them, jumping up and down and wriggling withexcitement.He’s fed her way too much chocolate.“Happy new year!” she announces and throws herself into a hug in Alex’s arms,snuggling in and yanking on Michael to pull him in. “Does this mean that I’m gonnaget Buffy at our house too?” Alex should feel like his emotions have been wounded what with Tori only caringabout Buffy’s presence and not Alex’s, but he closes his eyes to feel Michaelpressing his temple to Alex’s head, adjusting the blanket to curl all three ofthem under it. “We’ll see, okay?” Michael murmurs. “I gotta make sure I keep my resolution tokiss Alex every day for the next year going, so maybe if he says yes to usmoving in with him, I can do it.” He grins at Alex hopefully, raising bothbrows. “I know it’s fast, but I also think you know that we’re both lonely onour own and this thing, us? It’s working,” he guarantees. “So…what do youthink?”Alex, who’s already been thinking about them as his family for ages, knows deepdown that it could be too fast. And yet, at the same time, they’ve gone monthswithout a kiss as they built a foundation together that could support this asthey try. The worst that can happen is that it falls apart and Alex loses it. No, that’s not it.The worst is that he never tries and doesn’t get it at all. For that,Alex is willing to take the risk. He cups Michael’s cheek as he leans in tokiss him again the way he’s been wanting to for ages, pressing soft kisses tohis lower lip as he eases back to stare dreamily at Michael. “Your daughter’son a sugar high, so I’m gonna say this real quietly,” he murmurs. “But yeah,you can move in with us,” he whispers, and seals that promise with a kiss.He can feel Michael’s grin against his lips, and the little sound of victoriousdelight sends frissons of pleasure through Alex. He has to let them movein, though. After all, Michael has a resolution to keep and Alex feels verystrongly about making sure that you keep to your word, especially when thereare kisses at stake.

[blacknight1230]

Damsel - Hiro Hamada Imagine

Despite only being in your teens, you’ve been accepted to the San Fransokyo Institute of Technology, and  on your first day  you run Hiro Hamada. As you continue your education at the school, you and Hiro not only become fast friends, but you started to gain feelings for the fourteen year old. Yet, you have no idea about Hiro’s activities in Big Hero 6. Unfortunately, this leads to you being put into danger one day. Will your live being in danger finally allow both of you to voice your affections for one another, or will it be too late?

Original story on Quotev

You walked through the hallways of San Fransokyo Institute of Technology, also called SFIT for short. A schedule and map in hand,  you were trying to find your way to your private lab. Since you were so focused on your map, you weren’t looking where you were going. You ran into a hard chest and fell to the floor. Your things went everywhere while you fell onto your bum. “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” a male voice asked. 

You looked up to see a young teen looking at you with worried eyes. You noticed his unruly hair and that he was really young to be a college student, like you (btw you are 15, 1 year older than Hiro). “Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry from bumping unto you,” you said, getting onto your knees and trying to gather all your papers. “Here, let me help you,” the messy haired boy said. He bent down and helped you to gather all your things off the floor. “Hey, these blueprints are pretty good,” the boy said. 

“Thank you. I’ve been working on them for a while now. They’re actually what got me into this school,” you admitted, taking the objects he collected back. “You’re new here?!” “Yeah. I was looking at a map trying to find the labs when I bumped into you.” “I’ll show you! I’m actually on my way there now!” the boy exclaimed and smiled. 

You noticed he had a gap between his two front teeth, making him look adorable. “Well, thank you. I’m (y/n) (l/n),” you introduced yourself. “I’m Hiro Hamada. Follow me and I’ll take you to your lab.” He helped you up by grabbing your hand. The contact sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach. Anyway, he led you down the hall and toward where the labs were, you following him. 

~ Several Minutes Later ~ 

Hiro opened a door and strode into the room. “Hey, guys! I’m back! And I brought the new student!” Hiro exclaimed. You looked at the people in the room. There was a tall skinny blonde girl in a lab coat messing with chemicals in beakers, a black haired girl working on a yellow bike, a big African American huy organizing his tools, and a long haired blonde guy sitting on a couch wearing what looked like a reptile mascot. All four of them looked at you and Hiro once you stepped into the room. 

The tall blonde girl walked over to you, seeming even taller since she was wearing pink heels, and smiled kindly. “Hello! I’m Honey Lemon! What’s your name?” she said excitedly. “I’m (y/n),” you replied looking up at her because of your short height. “This is GoGo,” Honey Lemon said pointing to the black haired chick. “This is Wasabi,” she said pointing to the big African American guy. 

“And I’m Fred!” the blonde guy said jumping up from the couch. He put his mascot head back on and started to swirl around a sign with the college’s name on it. “I’m not actually a student here, but I give the guys ideas.” “Which we never listen to because they’re all about turning him into a superhero,” GoGo said as she walked past, hitting Fred on his mascot’s head. You heard a “Hey!” come from inside, causing you to silently laugh. “Here, I’ll show you your lab,” Hiro said. “Okay. I was great meeting you guys!” you shouted to the others as you walked away. 

They all said their goodbyes as you followed the little Asian teen. You both stopped at a transparent glass door, which only showed you the outlines of objects. Anyway, you both went inside and you looked around. The room was all white, with light wooden floors. There was a wooden long desk and a steel workbench placed on opposite sides of the room. There was a big glass window facing the door, allowing natural light to come in. I’ll definitely will customize this place to my liking later, you thought. 

You placed your blueprints on your workbench and your papers on your desk. Right before you started to organize your tools, you turned to Hiro. “Thank you, Hiro, for helping me out. Maybe we’ll become friends during our time here,” you said. “No complaints there. You seem like a nice girl. I’m sure the others will become your friends too,” Hiro replied.  “Anyway, I have lots to do so…” “Oh, okay. See you later, (nickname)!” Hiro called as he turned to leave. You giggled at the new name and turned back to your work. 

~ Several Months Later ~ 

You were walking the streets of San Fransokyo to the Lucky Cat Café. Since becoming a student at the SFIT, you have become friends with Hiro, GoGo, Honey Lemon, Fred, and Wasabi. You even met Fred’s butler, Heathcliff. He barely showed any emotion, but would give you a kind smile from time to time. Anyway, as you were walking, you were going over something in your head. It wasn't something to do with your inventions, but was about your best friend, Hiro. Earlier that day, you realized you had feelings for Hiro. 

Romantic feelings where you want to kiss him and make him smile. You were walking past a store selling TVs, when the news popped onto all the screens. A female announcer started to talk to the camera. “Hello, San Fransokyo. This is Valmera Kaba bringing you breaking news. In downtown San Fransokyo there is a battle between what appears to be a rip-off look-a-like of Godzilla against the city’s Big Hero 6,” she said, reading off a bunch of papers in front of her. Live footage showed the superhero teens fighting a giant lizard. 

Their helmets hid their faces from the public making everyone curious about whom they really were. Even you. Your respected them and thought they were doing the city good, unlike some people. Critics complained their appearance causes villains to emerge and disastrous events to proceed. The news announcer continued to talk, warning people to steer clear of the downtown area. You continued to walk, since Hiro’s Aunt Cass’s café wasn’t downtown. You were distracted as you continued to think about Hiro. 

Sadly, since you were distracted, you missed the turn that brought you in the direction of Hiro’s and Cass’s house. You didn’t even notice your surroundings until people started to rush past you faster than normal, all screaming in terror. The rushing people sent you against the hard walls of the nearby building. It hurt you, scraping against the rough outer of the building. Luckily, you weren’t crushed by the mob. When the scared crowd left, you fell to your knees and huffed for breath. 

You looked around to see what they were running from when you saw a terrible sight. You were in the destroyed downtown of San Fransokyo. The streets were ripped up, cars flipped over, electrical wires and telephone poles on the ground, holes here and there, and small fires everywhere. “What the-” Your sentence was cut off when a giant hand grabbed you and picked you up. You screamed as the monster brought you to its face. You started to squirm and kicked at the hand, but its grip was strong and its skin was like metal. 

Actually, now that you think about it, the visible texture and the touchable texture was that of metal. You looked into the yellow eyes of the ‘monster’ as the yellow disappeared. Inside the head was a man behind clear glass at a control panel, directing the so called monster. The monster was actually a giant robot. “Sees like I caught the perfect damsel in distress,” the man said, smiling creepily. “Let me go! I don’t deserve to be manhandled!” you yelled at the man in frustration. “Be quiet, girly. You’re my ticket to getting away. So, I would be quiet before I decide you’re not worth the hassle,” the man threatened. “Suck a lemon’s ass!” you screamed. The man growled and was just about to do something on his control panel, when a voice called out. “Stop right there, Dr. Silva!” the make voice said. That voice is familiar. Too familiar. It can’t be… you thought. 

You looked at the person, who was in purple battle gear and on the back of a robot in red battle gear. You recognized the big brown eyes, messy black hair, and gap tooth mouth. It was Hiro! And his brother’s health care robot Baymax! Hiro recognized you shown by his eyes widening. He didn’t say anything and neither did you. “Let the lady go, Dr. Silva. She’s not involved with this,” Hiro said, his voice strong. “How about, no. This girl has become part of everything right when I landed sight on her. So, little hero, I suggest allowing me to leave or else I’ll crush this girl like a bug!” Hiro frowned, glaring at the evil doctor. “Sorry, Silva, but I can’t let you escape. Honey Lemon, now!” he shouted. A pink ball hit the eyes of the robot and pink foamed covered it. You heard the man inside scream in frustration as Baymax quickly broke the metal hand holding you. 

Sadly, Baymax didn’t think about making sure you didn’t fall, so as soon as the metal around you was gone you started to fall to the hard pavement below. It was a long way down, making you scream as your stomach felt like it was in your chest and the air rush past you. “Baymax catch her!” you heard Hiro yell. Suddenly, you stopped falling and were in the arms of the health care robot. “Hello, (y/h),” Baymax said calmly, as if he didn’t just catch you from falling to your death. “Hi Baymax,” you said. “Guys, I’m going to bring (y/n) somewhere safe. I’ll come back with Baymax as soon as I can,” you heard Hiro say, seemingly to himself. 

He must have a comm-link in his helmet. And our friends are the other members of Big Hero 6, aren’t they? you thought as you went over what happened in your head. You thought you recognized the familiar qualities of the team members to your friends. So, they have all been lying to me. As you proceed through your own mind, Baymax flew off into the sky. You noticed you were now near the San Fransokyo Bridge, the sun setting in the distance. “Baymax, land on top of the bridge,” Hiro commanded. 

The normally marshmallow-like robot landed on the central pillar and set you down on the orange metal. Hiro climbed off Baymax’s back and made his way to you. “(Y/n), are you alright? Did he hurt you?” he worried, inspecting you for any injuries. Your hand formed into a fist and punched Hiro in the arm, hard. “Ow! What was that for?” Hiro exclaimed. “Why didn’t you even tell me you were the leader of Big Hero 6? Is this why you’re always bailing out on helping me with my inventions?” you yelled at him. “(Y/n), listen-” “I heard a sound of distress. What seems to be the trouble?” Baymax interrupted, walking up to you both. “It’s nothing, Baymax,” Hiro protested. “On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?” Baymax continued. 

“Zero. Now can you-” “I’ll scan you both for injuries.” “Don’t you dare scan me.” “Scan complete.” “Unbelievable,” Hiro muttered, running his hands down his face. “According your statics, I have concluded that you are feeling fear, worried, and love caused by each other,” Baymax said. Both yours and Hiro’s cheeks were red. “O-Okay, t-that’s enough now,” Hiro stuttered and turned to Baymax. “I even have a pre-recorded confession towards you, (y/n),” Baymax continued, ignoring Hiro. He started to play an audio recording. (Y/n), since I first landed my eyes on you, I knew you were the one- the recording said. “Baymax, stop, now!” Hiro yelled his whole face red. Baymax listened and turned off the recording. 

“I leave you two alone to speak about your feelings,” Baymax said. He shuffled away and sat on the edge of the pillar. “Hiro, is what Baymax said true? Do you really have feelings for me?” you asked. Hiro sighed and nodded his head. “I’ve kind of had a crush on you since I first met you,” he said bashfully, not looking you in the eye. “Baymax said you felt the same. Is that true?” Hiro asked. “Yes. I haven’t been able to tell since something always comes up or I chicken out,” you replied. Hiro took off his helmet, his wild hair springing back into place. You noticed you were really close to Hiro, an inch or more between your faces. “(Y/n)?” Hiro asked breathlessly. “Yes?” “Can I kiss you?” 

Instead of replying, you closed the distance between you. You closed your eyes as you lips met Hiro’s in a kiss. Your hands rested on his shoulders as Hiro’s came to hold your waist. He started to kiss, a smile on his lips. The kiss was sweet and full of love, tasting like the gummy bears Hiro probably ate while ago. You both broke away for air a short while later. Hiro laid his forehead against yours, trying to regain his breath along with you. “I love you, Hiro. I may be worried about you putting yourself in danger, but I trust you,” you whispered. 

“So, you’re not mad at me?” Hiro asked. “Of course, I’m mad at you. Lying to me along with my other friends is wrong. But I think you can earn my forgiveness on two conditions,” you said. “What?” “One, no more lying, which means you have to tell me about your hero duties. Two, you have to date me and continue to give me kisses,” you joked. Hiro chuckled and said, “Nothing to complain about there.” He caught your lips in another kiss, both of you smiling while doing so. You continued to kiss on the San Fransokyo Bridge as the sun set over the horizon.

[writersfailure]

De-aged

A/n: Hey guess who’s back? Yep this bitch. So this was requested by an anon who wanted a de-aged Toshinori. Be warned this is gonna be super cringe because I’ve never written for him (and not hating on anyone who has a crush on Yagi but I just don’t see him as romantic material ya’know? Then again I’ve got a crush on Toga so I can’t exactly judge.)  So um yeah. Enjoy. Hopefully I don’t fuck up. Btw, still gender neutral

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The day had started out like any other. Yagi Toshinori had woken up to find nothing even remotely healthy to eat in the kitchen so he decided that a grocery run was due. He walked down to the grocery store a few streets away but was stopped halfway by screams of people nearby.

So like the heroic idiot that he is, Yagi ran right towards it.

A few villains were terrorizing the crowd and people were running in every direction. It was absolute chaos. But through the chaos he recognized a few of his students. A (h/c) haired hero was protecting the citizens while a few others kept the villains back. Yagi could see that they weren’t having the best of luck with any of this the civilians were too panicked to do much.

Despite not having his quirk anymore, he knew that he had to help. Everyone was so panicked that they could get in the heroes’ way and possibly get even more injured. Before he even knew what he was doing, Yagi was grabbing citizens by the hand and dragging them to places where they should be safer. That was when he saw a child, with no one near it, just crying and standing in the middle of the chaos.

Yagi made a break for the kid but unfortunately he wasn’t the only one who noticed it. A villain was going towards the child, his palms outstretched like he was about to use his quirk on them. Yagi poured on all his speed and made a dive for the kid, only to get hit by the villain’s quirk.

All that registered in his brain was the child’s crying and the ground coming up to meet him.

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Toshinori woke up later, in the UA infirmary. He sat up and looked around. Everything was the same, so why did he feel so different? Was it an effect of the villain’s quirk? Not quite sure what had happened to him, Yagi got up and looked in the mirror.

His jaw dropped. He was so much younger! He looked to be about young Midoriya’s age! How was this possible? Normally in moments of great shock, he’d start to spit up some blood especially after being struck by a villain’s quirk. But there was no pain where his heart was, no blood leaking from the corners of his mouth.

Hands shaking slightly he lifted his shirt up to see that the scar he had was gone. All that was left was the smooth surface of his chest. Toshinori’s jaw dropped open again. How was this possible?!

The door started to open and in walked Recovery Girl, Aizawa, and Nezu. Yagi sat down and looked between them. Before he could even speak Nezu had launched into an explanation. “Well it’s nice to see that you’re alright. We managed to capture the villain but there’s just one little problem. You see, all usages of his quirk have revealed to be permanent.”

Toshinori blinked. “You mean I’m stuck like this? Forever?” Nezu shook his head. “Of course not like that. You’ll age at a normal rate but it’s more like a do over. The main problems with this is that none of your documentation would be useable to get yourself any jobs seeing as they have the wrong date. That could be fixed but it’d be a very long legal process with many obstacles. Now, we are still willing to employ you here since you remember everything but I’m sure you don’t want word of this getting out. Which means that you’ll have to pose as a student for the most part of the day and manage your teaching.”

Nezu spoke quickly and Toshinori’s head was still spinning from the recent revelation. All that he got from the conversation was that he’d have to pretend to be a student and help teach his students. No not students. They’re his classmates now.

“But my quirk.... it’s gone. And you want me in Class 1-A?” He asked. Nezu and Aizawa exchanged looks. 

“Yes you’ll be in the hero class but we can come up with something. Maybe just excuse you from all school activities that require quirks to be used.  Is that alright?” Yagi nodded a bit and sat back down. “Yes that’s all fine. It’s just so much to process.”

Recovery Girl looked out into the hallway while the men were talking and was saying something to someone. Eventually she sighed. “Toshinori, two students saw you get hit and they were the ones to bring you here. They both want to talk to you to make sure you’re alright. Is that okay?” Toshinori nodded and the teachers left the room, not wanting to overcrowd him when the two students came in.

A boy with the familiar plain face and fluffy green hair walked in, followed by another one of Yagi’s students. He remembered the other student’s name. Y/n. They were one of the quieter kids in the class, very shy and always hated having to demonstrate things all by theirselves. 

“All Might! How’re you feeling? They said that the villain’s quirk was permanent so I have no idea what’s going to happen.” Young Midoriya immediately began talking a mile a minute. Y/n just stood there, sneaking peeks at Toshinori and then immediately looking back at the ground.

“Calm down. I’m fine. I’m very thankful to you two since you were the ones that brought me here instead of to a place where word could get out. While this is permanent I still have to teach all of you. But to cover my condition up, I have to pose as a student now.”

“Despite the fact that you’re quirkless?” Y/n quietly asked. They immediately looked back down at the floor, finding their shoes very interesting. Yagi smiled gently at them, trying to let them know that he didn’t mind that they pointed it out.

“The principal said that he would work something out.” Midoriya shuffles his feet awkwardly and bites his lip. Y/n and Yagi both know that these are a few of his nervous tics. His eyes got glassy and Yagi started slightly panicking. ‘Don’t cry!’ He thought

“A-about your quirk All Might. Now that you’re y-younger... wouldn’t the damage done by All for One be gone now? That means you could take it back... I can never be the symbol of peace like you. Do you want me to give it back?”

Yagi glanced over at Y/n but they didn’t seem too fazed by Midoriya’s words. They seemed more worried over the fact that he was crying. As if feeling his gaze Y/n said, “I already know about his quirk. I had heard him muttering to himself once and I also had seen him and Bakugou fighting about it. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

Yagi nodded. He wasn’t exactly happy that another person knew but he did know that Y/n always kept her word and wasn’t much of a gossip. “Midoriya, you are keeping One For All. While I will be quirkless from now on, I already had my chance at being a hero and looked at everything I did. Its your turn to be the hero. Don’t worry about being the symbol of peace, just be the best Deku you can be.” He said and the green haired boy gave him a teary smile.

“Thank you All Might.” He said and then gave a much brighter smile. Y/n pulled a pair of shades out from their pocket to keep themselves from going blind from it. 

Yagi returned the smile and patted his visitors’ heads. “No, thank you two.”

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It had taken a while for the class to get used to his new form and the fact that he was still teaching. After the first few weeks though, they began to relax around him and stop treating him like a teacher and treating him more like one of them. Yagi wasn’t quite sure if that was a good thing. Then there was Y/n L/n. Yet another thing that Yagi was confused about.

Y/n was one of the shyer teens in the class and yet whenever Yagi found himself getting confused by something that he hadn’t learned in years (he was being forced to retake the normal classes so that he could get an actual job when the class graduates) Y/n always happy to explain it, even though they would be blushing the whole time for some reason.

Things were going pretty good all things considered. The bell had just rang for lunch and Yagi followed Y/n to the lunch line. He didn’t really know how it had started but they had both grown into the routine of eating lunch together. It was mainly him making conversation and Y/n nodding along and contributing a few interesting points every few minutes. 

Something weird had been happening to Yagi during these last few weeks. Whenever he saw Y/n his heart would speed up and it’d get harder to breathe. At first he thought that it meant he might be going back to his original form, the one with all the health problems. But after a few medical tests he realized that that wasn’t it. 

Is it because he liked Y/n? No. That’s impossible. Y/n was really sweet yes, but there was no way he could’ve fallen for her especially in the short amount of time. Although their blushes whenever they felt embarrassed (which happened often), and the way they would begin stammering whenever Yagi complimented them was soooo adorable. There was no way Y/n could like him back either.

Right?

Wrong. Neither of you really knew it until you two had been sitting in the library, you trying to explain how the school system had changed math within the last 30 years. He groaned and laid his head on the table. “Why Y/n? Math is math, it isn’t supposed to change.” He said as he looked at the worksheet with obvious disgust.

You laughed and showed him the explanation on how to do the problem. “You’ve got to do it this way, otherwise the teacher will take off points. I hate it too but it’s what we’ve got to do.” You said. A loud laugh from across the section you were sitting in made both of your heads turn towards the sound.

“Well well, if it isn’t the mystery student of class 1-A. Gotta admit, I’m curious. How’d some idiot like you make into the top class for first years?” Asked a boy you didn’t recognize. You bit your lip and looked at the ground. Why weren’t you doing anything?! He was making fun of your friend! And all you could do was sit there!

“I mean seriously, what the hell even is your quirk? I bet it’s probably something stupid like that pervy grape haired kid’s quirk.” The bully laughed again. You glanced over at Yagi and noticed how his long bangs were shadowing his eyes.

Right. You had forgotten that he was really sensitive when it came to discussing his quirk or lack thereof. You clenched your fists and stood up. “L-leave him a-a-alone! He hasn’t done anything to you!” You said. A cocky smile grew across the boy’s face.

“Oh? Who’s this? It couldn’t be! Class 1-A’s very own recluse! I heard that you don’t talk to anyone except for one or two kids in your class right? So what prompted that little outburst huh? Does the little mouse wanna roar?” You took a step backwards. Defending Yagi was one thing, defending yourself was something different.

Yagi noticed the hesitation in your stance and he stood up to. He started cleaning up all of the materials that you two had out and shoved them in his bag. Gently he grabbed your hand and began tugging you towards the door.

“Yeah, that’s right! Go play with your lil mouse!” The bully said. Yagi froze and looked at you. “Take my bag, please. Go wait outside and I’ll be right back.” He muttered as he turned around. Like hell he was gonna let someone talk about you like that.

“Toshinori Stop! He’s not worth it! Don’t get into trouble for me!” You yelled as you hooked your arms around Yagi’s waist and began dragging him out of the library. Soon you two were sitting on the steps outside while Yagi took deep breaths to calm down.

Neither of you said anything and you could still tell that he was angry over the other boy’s words. Blushing a tiny bit you placed your hand on his shoulder. “Toshinori, ignore him. He’s just angry that he didn’t make into our class and then you appeared seemingly out of nowhere and joined it. It wasn’t worth getting into a fight for.”

Yagi looked at you oddly. “Calling me an idiot was not a reason to get into a fight for. But he insulted you, made fun of when you were being brave and standing up for me... That would punching him for.” He said. You felt heat rise to your face and creep everywhere. 

“What do you mean Toshinori?”

He smiled to himself as he leaned over. He kissed your cheek and smiled at you when he leaned back. “I mean that I like you Y/n. I just can’t believe that it took some jerk insulting both of us for me to realize it.”

You covered your face in your hands and tried your best not to squeal out loud. Yagi chuckled at your actions and gently patted your head. A muffled sound came from you and he tilted his head. “Sorry Y/n. What was that?”

“I said that I like you too.”

A/n: So thanks for reading guys! I know that it was long and that there wasn’t much romantic content but I’m not very good at writing cute scenes like that or building up romantic tension. Sorry. Although I would like to thank @nerkybowtie, @serves-up , and @questionink , for all helping me out with this fic. Thanks peoples! Please comment on how I can do better because I feel like my writing ability has gone down

[dangermousie]

My fave Sanglant x Laith bits so far in The Burning Stone

Because I still am hardcore insane for them.

But before I get to it, I just want to say that it’s insane how everyone at court, including the clerics, is all “wtf why is Sanglant still not back to normal after a YEAR of unrelenting torture and privation and dehumanization, this is so confusing to us, why is he still PTSDing, it’s been a whole month!” Like - I realize they are fake!medieval people but come on! Also, when some of them mock him behind his back (well, not really behind his back because he has insane hearing even if they don’t know it), I want to stick a spike through their eye because none of them would have survived what he went through at all.

Oh, and on other side of spectrum is King Henry, who is all “ummm, I am gonna make Sanglant my heir to be the next king” which is equally insane. It was semi bad idea before because he’s a bastard who has no own power base of aristo maternal clan (and in fact his mother being an elf who went MIA, that’s a big drawback to big churchy people), but that was before he sent his legitimate oldest child on a procession intended to confirm her as heir and when Sanglant was playing with a full deck! I know Henry only did the procession thing because he thought Sanglant was dead but the fact remains that now he has a legitimate heir who met all the prereqs, Sanglant is not truly sane and might never be (he’s certainly not with it enough to play with a pit of snakes that is the court), and oh - Sanglant wants nothing other than some land, peace to heal and Liath (btw - since I am spoiled for the ending, I am so happy that is exactly what he gets at the end.) Sure, the guy is an amazing fighter and a brilliant battle commander. But to appoint him crown prince is to incite a civil war that he doesn’t even have an interest in engaging in. WTF Henry.

Now, when this scene happened however, I pretty much fainted (even more than earlier, when he kept begging Henry that all he wanted to do was to ride out and find Liath.) I realize that his utter dependence and abnegation in her is because he is so fucked up, but it’s so totally delicious. Because he totally senses her approaching from her mission omg:

A crash and a startled scream shuddered through the hall. Sanglant had leaped to his feet in such a state of wild excitement that he had overturned the table at which he and several others sat.

A stunned silence held the feasting crowd, like a deeply indrawn breath before a shout, while he stood with head thrown back, like a beast listening for the snap of a twig in the forest. Then he sprang over the overturned table and bolted toward the doors, heedless of food and platters scattered under his feet, of wine splashed everywhere and now soaking into the rushes. Whippets scurried forward to snap at the spilled trays while servants scrambled to save what they could.

“Sanglant!” cried the king, coming to his feet, and the young man jerked to a halt as if brought up short by a chain. Perhaps only that voice could have stopped him. He did not turn to face his father. His hands shook noticeably, and he stared at the main doors so fixedly that Hanna expected a brace of Eika to come clamoring in, axes raised for a fight...

“Make way!” a man shouted outside. Hanna heard horses, the buzz of voices, and caught a glimpse of movement in the twilight beyond the threshold. Two Eagles came into the hall. “Liath!” ... Sanglant took a step forward and then froze. A thin flush of red stained his cheeks. Liath marked him; Hanna saw it by the way her step faltered, and she supposed everyone else saw it, too. He stared at her, his body turned as a flower turns with the sun so he could follow her with his gaze as she strode forward with Wolfhere to the king. 

YES YES YES. The fact that he can’t really fully function except around her is not a good thing from the sanity perspective but as a shipper, I eat it up.

Also, I loved the confrontation between Hugh, Liath and Sanglant because Liath finally has someone to protect her from the monster that is Hugh. And my fave bit was when Hugh was all “hahaha she used to be my slave and concubine regardless of what lies she tells you” because he thought it would make a difference and Sanglant’s response is (and I quote): “At least I do not number among my faults having to compel women to lie with me.” And other than feeling badly for Liath being hurt by Hugh, he gives no fucks about the info. And I loved almost as much that Liath is petrified by Hugh and can hardly fight him, she is so terrorized by him emotionally because of their past, but when Hugh insults Sanglant, she throws a cup of wine in his face. In public. YES. I love that both Sanglant and Liath are so traumatized but will totally stand up for each other.

Also, this scene was everything:

“Liath!” His hand cupped her elbow and he lifted her up. “I beg you, Liath, look at me.”

She looked up. She had forgotten how green his eyes were. The wildish underglaze in them had not vanished entirely, but it had fled back as if to hide, leaving him with a clear gaze, determined and dead stubborn.

“Liath, if you consent to marry me, then I can protect you from him.”

“You’re half mad, Sanglant,” she murmured.

“So I am. God Above! I’d be nothing but a beast in truth if you hadn’t saved me! No better than those dogs that bite at my heels. But you waited for me all that time. Knowing that, I kept hold of what it means to be a man instead of becoming only a chained beast for him to torment.”

...

He took her hands in his, fingers curling over hers, enveloping them. “Liath, marry me. But if you will not, I will still protect you. I so swear. I know I am—am—” He winced, slapping at his ear as if to drive off an annoying bug. “—I am not what I was. Lord in Heaven! They whisper of me. They say things. They ridicule me. If I only—Ai!”

He could not get words out. He seemed helpless, and furious at his helplessness like a captured wolf beating itself into a stupor against the bars of its cage.

“If only my father would give me lands, then there I could find peace. Ai, God, and the quiet I pray for, with you at my side. I only want healing.”

His voice was ragged with heart’s pain; but then, his voice always sounded like that.

But to whom else would he have made such a confession? To no one but her. Hadn’t she turned away from the Aoi sorcerer for this? She kissed him.

Oh, and she is a TOTAL goner because her friend points out he literally has nothing except for what his father gives him and pragmatic Liath, who was all “I am not gonna risk running off with you Ivar because you have no $$$ and I need stability” is all I don’t give a fuck, he’s mine, it’ doesn’t matter.

I swear to God, I am gonna make someone read this with me because freaking out alone makes me insane.

[clownsgobeepbeep]

Precious Thing(Pennywise x Reader NSFW Commission)

Commission made by @heavens-light-hells-fire :) If you’d like me to fix something, do not hesitate in telling me! Btw, this is a Labyrinth AU :D

Pt. 1

Words:3459

With a small flutter of your eyelids, you finally opened your eyes widely for a moment when your ears caught the beautiful sound of music, besides the melodic laughter that surrounded you.

Right before your eyes, you saw what appeared to be hundreds of person with partners either laughing to themselves or waltzing with each other. Although what stood out the most from them was their attire, which you immediately noticed had a circus theme. Looking around, you realized that most of the crowd stared at you, almost envious as others gazed at you with wanting eyes which made you look at yourself out of confusion.

Once your eyes landed on your own outfit, you let out a quiet gasp when seeing that on you was a grand ivory dress that was obviously made from the finest of fabrics and the jewels that not only adorned it but your neck as well were just beautiful.

Looking up from it, your eyes immediately met up with unfamiliar blue ones that somehow seemed to resemble Pennywise's own golden ones. Although, these eyes belonged to a completely different and elegantly dressed man that held onto a mask that he slowly removed to reveal his far more than appealing looks. Besides the fact that he was the only one not dancing along to the music,he clearly stood out because of his height that also was similar to the clown's. And after a while of just staring at him, the man gave you a charming smirk that had a hint of slyness in it before a couple danced in front of him and once they moved away, he was gone from your view.

There's such a sad love deep in your eyes 

  A kind of pale jewel           

 Open and closed within your eyes  

 I'll place the sky within your eyes

Now filled with curiosity, you took a few steps before entering the rowdy crowd that now did not pay much attention to you and instead minded their own business with their dancing and joyous laughs and giggles. You pushed through the people who did not make it any easier for you to pass which brought a pout to your face, though you were highly set of finding the man that had vanished without a trace.

There's such a fooled heart, beatin' so fast    

In search of new dreams

 A love that will last within your heart

 I'll place the moon within your heart

Turning to look behind you, you were immediately met up with a group of people holding a medium sized box that sprung open with a jack in the box that made you slightly jump back, then creating an uproar of laughter from the people. You turned to go a different direction, then being surprised by another of the dancers who purposely intended on spooking you as you were closely stalked by the man from before.

The man chuckled to himself as you turned to your left, unknowingly walking away from him as he pulled himself away from one of the women he had been dancing with temporarily, then sneakily walking after you as you looked for him.

As the pain sweeps through, makes no sense for you

 Every thrill is gone,wasn't too much fun at all,

 But I'll be there for you, As the world falls down

 Falling

 Falling down

 Falling in love

As he slowly followed after you with a dark smirk, you barely stood on your toes to have somewhat of a better view that not even your heels could aid you with. Your eyes glanced to every side almost in a frantic manner, and you snapped your head to the right when you swore that you saw a flash of blue eyes before they instantly disappeared into the crowd yet again.

Your persistence on finding the mysterious man lead you to walk a person who held a fan to their face, concealing themselves which immediately erased them from your mind. Not hearing the chuckle behind you, you continued to walk away and search for the man who revealed himself from behind the fan and only grinned when he saw you leave.

You continued on your journey as the man moved away from his former spot and instead stood on an area where he remained, watching you with those eyes whilst waiting for you to notice him again.

Rather taking any other steps, you also stood in place before spinning in a slow circle to find the man, and soon enough you stopped turning when your eyes landed on him as woman surrounded him. He paid no attention to them and intensely stared into your own eyes, right before he gently pushed the woman away to step over to you.

His eyes now had the same determination your own possessed as he made his way over to you, never tearing them from your figure until he finally stood right before you. He instantly lifted his arms before placing them on your waist and hand, and almost as if on instinct, you did the same before he brought himself closer to you to then sway to the music.

I'll paint you mornings of gold

 I'll spin you Valentine evenings

 Though we're strangers 'til now,

 We're choosing the path between the stars

 I'll leave my love between the stars

You felt as if you were in an entrance, never being able to look away from the man who did the same and only moved his body that resulted in you dancing along with him. As you continued to do so, you sensed that something was off: the man seemed far too familiar yet too unknown to even begin to judge him.

The waltzing still kept going as you looked at the man's smile, then feeling his hand holding your waist slide to the behind of your back before pushing you ever closer to him. You could tell that the man was more than satisfied when you did not pull yourself away and instead continued to follow his lead.

With this, he only neared you more and more until your chests were now slightly pressed against each other, just as your faces were practically inches away.

As the pain sweeps through,makes no sense for you

 Every thrill is gone, wasn't too much fun at all,

 But I'll be there for you,

 As the world falls down

The man's breath was right on your lips as he leaned down to press his own against them, and you soon found yourself slowly closing your eyes as you also leaned in towards him.

Right when you had completely shut your eyes and were sure that the man could feel your breath against his lips, you heard the chime of a bell which made you stop moving towards him and open your eyes in a bit of confusion. Though you continued to spin with the man, you turned frantically to see where the sound was coming from before you realized that the chiming came from a grand clock that was hung against a wall. You instantly felt your eyes widen when you noticed that it read 12:00, meaning that there was a mere hour left for you to…

Not being able to remember what it is you were even doing in the first place, you felt yourself panic and you glanced at the man holding you as he continued to dance without a care. Although, he immediately noticed that you were now feeling negative emotions rather than entranced and he tried his best to hide his growing smirk.

Right when you looked back at him rather than at your surroundings, and you released a loud gasp when not only you saw his smirk, but you saw that his face had begun to turn white almost like...a clown's painted face.

You pulled yourself away from him as his hair turned into the fiery orange one you recognized just as his elegant outfit had sprouted red pom poms along with his boots. Everything about his attire altered as his now white face grew red streaks across his cheeks besides the now painted lips he had. You shook your head in somewhat of a terror and turned to run off as you ignored all the eyes that were now on you, though you were thankful for the fact that the people had surprisingly left an open space for you to go through.

Although, you skidded to a complete stop when you found yourself in front of a mirror before you looked around and realized that there was absolutely no exit anywhere. In a hurry, you picked up a nearby chair before shutting your eyes and hurling it at the mirror, and after opening your eyes you heard the blood curling screams of each and every one of the guests at the ball before you felt yourself float off of the ground, but the feeling then turned into the one of falling down.

You waved your arms in fear of falling to our certain death, trying to latch onto whatever possible so that you could at least remain up. Although, there was nothing to hold onto which caused you to shut your eyes again before a moment passed by and you gently landed on the ground without a scratch. Opening your eyes, you looked around and realized that you were seated on the floor with no harm nor fancy ball gown, it was only you sitting on the ground with your original clothes in front of a circus tent.

"Wait a minute!"you exclaimed before scrambling up to your feet to have a better look at what was in front of you. When you had dusted off your clothes, you realized that a circus tent was indeed right in front of you, though your purpose for being there was not.

You glanced at the tent and then behind you, noticing that there was only more tents that were then followed by a dark forest you were sure you did not want to go into.Looking back at the tent, you took a deep breath before entering it, noticing that it was the largest one of them all.

Once you were inside, you noticed that the only source of light came from the opening that you had just gone through, but soon enough you had nothing to help you see which brought panic to you instantly. With a single and small gulp, you took a short step forwards before you realized that there was nothing to step on.

Right when your foot was about to land, you felt yourself fall down rather than forwards thankfully. Although, it still was not a good situation to be in considering how you immediately fell down what appeared to be a slide from a children's playground.

After a while of of sliding so many curves and possibly loops, you slid right off of the tube before landing on the ground with a thud as you noticed your new surroundings. Rather than being in a total abyss, you were in something much worse: a house of mirrors.

Your large eyes now looked at every side, wondering where it is you would go next, but truth is you had not the slightest idea what was even the reason behind all this, until you heard a giggle somewhere near.

As you looked to the front, you saw the color yellow crawl into the mirrors' images before you realized that the hue belonged to the onesie worn by a baby that happily cooed as he continued to crawl.

"G...Georgie?"you asked just as it all came back to you: you were in the insane labyrinth looking for your baby brother. You stood in place right before you saw the baby crawl out of the pictures before you noticed that he was now sitting right across you, just a few feet away. Immediately, you dashed towards him not caring about anything else in that moment.

Although once again, you had fallen through a trap door that you had not noticed right below you. You were thankful for the fact that you did not go down another slide and had instead fallen right onto the ground, a bit painfully.

"I see you've finally found your way to me, my dear."you heard behind you as you noticed that you were in a room that did not appear to be underground, but instead high up which brought confusion to you. Either way, you turned to look behind you before you saw Pennywise sitting on a throne with his legs over the arm rest. He looked almost dramatic as his arched back was on the other while he had a hand over his head right before he properly sat on the seat to then stand from it.

"Give me the child."you demanded while you stood up, then seeing that he took a single step towards you.

"(Y/N),beware..." the clown started with a threatening tone."I have been generous up until now but I can be cruel."

"Generous? What have you done that was generous?"you interrogated in between grit teeth which made him back away a bit, almost in fear before he let out a huff and stood his ground confidently.

"Everything! Everything that you wanted, I have done." he yelled at you, and you realized that his blue eyes had now turned into the golden yellow you initially saw him with in the beginning. "You asked that the child be taken:I took him.You wanted your parents gone: I took their lives!You cowered before me:I was frightening.I have altered time.I have turned the world upside down and I have done it all for you. I am exhausted from living up to your expectations. Is that not generous?"

"No!I..."you closed your mouth for a moment before looking down at the ground, not realizing that Pennywise had stepped closer towards you.

"I ask for so little;just let me rule you and you can have everything that you want my doll."he walked even closer to you, now standing in front of you with his blue eyes once again and he had gingerly placed a hand on your waist. "Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave."

"All I want is to go home, with my baby brother!"you shouted as you pushed him away, then making him flinch back. Pennywise didn't know what else to say, so he clenched his fist and gave you a glare as you did the same to him.

He gave no response and only walked away which surprised you greatly yet still kept you on edge. You noticed that he stepped over to the throne he had been previously been sitting on, and he reached behind it before turning back to look at you with a straight face.

Instead of conjuring up something to take you back to the beginning of the maze or get you lost somewhere, or even throw another giant monster art you...you saw that he only instead held a small bear in his gloved hands.

"Oh my-...Bobby?"you asked with a now softer expression that looked at the gray bear he always referred to as Mr. Gray. You carefully stepped towards Pennywise who now held the bear out to you, and he looked almost so innocent. Without hesitation, you took the bear from his hands before looking down at it and then bringing it to your chest to hug it.

"I thought I lost you Bobby!"you exclaimed, never realizing that you sounded like your younger self which only made Pennywise chuckle to himself.

"Hee hee...I actually took Mr. Gray my dear..."he giggled out before you stopped hugging your bear to give him yet another glare."Just like I took you...because just like this little teddy bear, I adored you since the moment I saw you. And I desperately wanted you for myself, so I did whatever you asked of me while you had no idea of it."

Once again, your facial features created a soft expression before you looked down at the bear that smiled up at you just as Pennywise warmly did so at you. You noticed that your teddy bear looked exactly the same way it did when you lost it, practically looking new without any kind of harm done to it. And if Pennywise liked 'Bobby', you were sure enough that he did his absolute best to keep it in the best of conditions which for some reason made your heart flutter for a moment.

"If...If I give in to you, will you let me take Georgie go back home?"

"Anything that you ask for, I will do it."

You kept quiet for a moment as you unconsciously pat your bear's head, then feeling each of the pom poms before you let out a sigh and shut your eyes.

"Alright...where is my baby brother?" With a flick of his wrist, Pennywise changed the scenery so that you were no longer in the circus tent but instead in Georgie's room. Your eyes instantly caught sight of him, peacefully sleeping in his crib as he let out small breaths. You smiled to yourself and then looked down at your teddy bear, releasing a sigh before placing the Bobby in Georgie's arms before turning to look at Pennywise.

"And...now what?"you asked before feeling his hand carefully hold your chin just as he pulled your face up to look directly at him before he leaned down and pressed his red lips against yours to give you a long awaited kiss.

Seeing your interactions with Georgie only sparked something in him as his eyes flash yellow.

"I make you mine, completely."he whispered after pulling him face away from you. He then led one of his hands to the back of your knee as the other wrapped itself on your back. You were immediately lifted and carried out of the room before Pennywise took you to your own room.

After entering, Pennywise was careful when setting you onto your bed where he began to remove your clothes which you helped him with. You knew where this was going, and you whole heartedly went with it because after the stress and frustration, you realized that this was the one who you wanted as your partner for life.

The clown climbed on top of you, leaning down to plant kisses on your neck before leading down to your collarbone where he sucked on, thus emitting a slight whimper from you. He then pressed his lips on your now exposed breast to lick around your nipple, then sucking on it as his hands worked themselves at your crotch.

You released a moan when you felt him rub at your entrance that was only covered by your underwear, and he had soon slipped them off with that single hand which had soon inserted a finger inside of you. Pennywise realized that you began to squirm, so he took one of your thighs into his hand to hold you in place as the other inserted another finger into you before sliding them back out, repeating the process.

"My precious doll..."Pennywise muttered out he slid his fingers out of you to lick off the juices he had collected, and when he had finished, he lowered his hand down to his pants before opening them and releasing his lenghty cock. "You're all mine..."

Before you were able to respond, Pennywise grabbed your other thigh with his free hand to then insert himself into you in a single motion. He made sure to go as gently as possible, giving you just the slightest moment to adjust to his large member before he leaned down to hide his face in the crook of your neck, then begin to slide out before thrusting back into you.

With yet another moan, you grabbed onto his shoulders as Pennywise continued to slide in and out of you, being sure to never go too fast nor rough. You felt his hot breath right on your neck as you shut your eyes, feeling that he had a difficult time not clawing right into your thighs.

After a few moments, you felt that Pennywise was twitching inside of you which made him unconsciously increase the pace which fortunately brought you closer to your climax. And with some more thrusts and grunts from him, you felt the clown released a plentiful of his hot seed inside you as he bit into your neck to not let out a loud animalistic growl.

He then removed his teeth from your skin to lick up the blood that dripped out, then pulling himself out of your entrance to lay at your side with you on his chest, chuckling as he heard you pant out loudly.Pennywise gently laced the fingers of one of his hands with your own as he pressed a soft kiss on your cheek, letting out a quiet content purr.

"Monsters...You are now their Queen..."he said before his hands caressed your abdomen that now had a bump."Their mother...and mother of this precious little thing..."

[rururinchan]

Fall of the Champions (Part 2)

@paladinsheadcanons 

GDI I’m finally done with part two. Sorry y’all it’s a lot harder to write when you’re trying to include as many people as possible while trying to keep it contained in a coherent plot. Honestly 80% of this is plot convenience at this point. Thus it’s a little less interesting than the first, but I hope it was satisfactory. For now. :D

Btw here’s Part 1 again in case I took too long and everyone forgot about it ._.’

“Death awaits you all!”

Androxus materialised in the skies, accompanied by Drogoz, and the combined might of Androxus’s Accursed Arm and Drogoz’s Salvo rained down on the enemies below. Agonising screams of the soldiers filled the air as multiple bodies hit the floor. Androxus safely landed not far away, only to Nether Step away to reposition while Drogoz remained airborne. Willo soon appeared to back him up, tossing her Seedlings everywhere and using Dead Zone whenever it seemed like enemy healers were present.

Kinessa also seemed to have joined the fight, evident from the familiar ringing of her powerful rifle shots echoing throughout the fight, but it seemed that she was staying hidden, hopefully changing sniping positions.

On the ground, many of the other Paladins had also joined the fight. Ash, Tyra, and Mal’Damba worked together, Ash constantly knocking the enemy forces back into Tyra’s Fire Bomb and Mal’Damba’s Gourd, forcing the soldiers to fall back or face the combined agony of the raging flames and burning acid.

Ruckus and Sha Lin, who had run out of man to continue remaining in stealth. They were assisted by Fernando and Pip, who were focusing on shielding and healing respectively. Maeve had not made a reappearance, and Zhin could only hope it meant that she was safe with Ying. He couldn’t stop to think about it though, as he had other problems to deal with.

Two soldiers, a blonde swordswoman and a dark-haired brawler, had pursued Zhin after he had fallen back in hopes of trying to flank any soldier foolish enough to leave their numbers. They unfortunately turned his own plan against him, and Zhin struggled against their combined attacks.

“This is where you die you monster!” The swordswoman cried out, slashing at him as the brawler jumped behind him to attack, forcing Zhin into a strict defensive position as his mana recharged in his crystals. He shouldn’t have used Billow just now…!

Shouts were heard behind him, and Zhin instantly noticed the other soldiers coming their way. He mentally cursed, knowing that he couldn’t get caught up in the crowd.

In a desperate attempt to escape, Zhin threw out one of his spare bottles of oil, splashing it on the two soldiers, and without a second thought, he Whirled through them, igniting the oil and setting their metal armor on fire. They screamed in horror as Zhin took the chance to flee.

He rushed back to the rest, quickly noticing that Drogoz and Sha Lin were gone, while Lian and Lex had joined in the fray, wildly helping Ruckus and Bolt lay down endless cover fire as Ash’s team remained in front with Fernando. Androxus occasionally appeared to shoot down any enemy trying to escape, but otherwise remained unseen for the most part. Willo remained in terms skies with Fae Flight, but it was likely only a matter of time before she ran out of crystal mana and be forced to retreat.

“Zhin here!” Pip yelled when Zhin arrived, throwing a Healing Potion over. The relief he felt was immediate.

“Thanks, but where’s Sha Lin and Drogoz?” Zhin called back.

“Sha Lin was shot when he dropped out of Heat Haze!” Lian answered, not taking her eyes off the enemy for a second as she activated Presence to take down a small group of advancing soldiers, “Drogoz’s taking him ahead to Grohk at the safe zone for healing!”

“What?!” Zhin exclaimed. First they killed Buck, then mortally wounded Ying, and now Sha Lin?! How much more damage were they going to do?!

“Enough chit-chat! Just bring your focus back to the fight!” Lian demanded, finishing off a single target with Grace before she fell back slightly to reload. Lex took her place as he fired In Pursuit at the enemy line.

Deciding it was best not to get caught alone again, Zhin fought alongside them, working with Lian and Lex to take down anyone trying to target them from the sidelines. Ash’s team kept up their job of pushing the enemy lines back, but Zhin couldn't help but feel uncertain. The soldiers still kept coming. It would only be a matter of time before…

“Hey you losers! Take this!” Evie suddenly screamed as she Soared at the largest group of soldiers, dropping to the ground and letting out a massive sneeze, activating her Ice Storm. A second voice called out, signalling the end for several of those soldiers.

“Time's ticking!”

Skye’s Time Bomb flew out from nowhere as a Smoke Bomb followed it. Blinded and Slowed, the enemies had no chance as Evie grabbed something invisible and Ice Blocked, negating the bomb damage to herself. Ash’s team, on the other hand, also had been forced to defend as a result. As soon as the bomb was spotted, Ash activated Assert Dominance, pulling Tyra behind her to shield her from the damage while she remained immune. Mal’Damba used Slither at the right second, just barely avoiding the impact of the blast.

“Now's our chance! Get to the safe zone!” Skye shouted as Evie’s Ice Block fell, revealing both flanks, “Hurry, run!”

“You could've given us a bit of a warning there you f***s!” Ash yelled in a rage at the flanks as Evie pulled Skye back on her staff an Soared ahead, but threw up a shield anyway as they all began to fall back.

“Ash leave the squabble for later!” Tyra exclaimed, “Let's just go!”

Ash grunted, but didn't argue as Tyra threw down a few more Fire Bombs. Fernando rushed to them to provide extra shielding as Ruckus assisted by activating Bolt’s Repulsor Field.

“Let's go let's go!” Ruckus panic-chanted as all Paladins on the ground ran across the arena to get to the safe passageway. The surviving soldiers saw this, and furious battle cries were heard.

“It seems like they still have a lot of fight left in them. A shame it has come to this, but Waffles and I will fix that…” Mal’Damba commented as he put his hands together. Waffles curled into his sleeve and wrapped around his arm, her eyes glowing as Mal’Damba gathered the spirit energy into his hands.

“Oh no.” Pip squeaked as they all knew what was coming. Without the match limits that Ultimate will…

“Sun Da Wekono!”

Mal’Damba threw the spirit energy at the soldiers, and everyone, even Zhin, shuddered visibly at the sight of the frightening visage of Wekono the Dread Serpent rising out of the mass of energy, immediately forcing all enemies into wild hallucinations of their worst possible fears. Battle cries became cries of pure terror and agony, and the soldiers ceased their advance.

“They won't be chasing us any time soon now…” Mal’Damba said quietly as Waffles slithered back to his wrist. No one made a single comment on that.

“Wait, what's that?!” Ash suddenly exclaimed, as a massive shadow appeared on the ground. Everyone else looked up, and Zhin let out a loud gasp when he saw the enormous military airship memacingly looming over the Paladins arena, and his blood ran cold.

The underside of the airship opened, revealing a massive bomb, one that would surely decimate them all.

“No…” Zhin couldn't help but mutter, pure horror overtaking his senses as time seemed to slow to a snail's pace.

This...this couldn't be how it ended…

“NO!” A roar came from above as Drogoz flew into view once again, “FERNANDO! YOUR ULTIMATE!”

“Drogoz what are you doing?!” Ash screamed at him as the rest of them shouted out similar protests, but Drogoz paid them no mind. He flew high into the air as the bomb dropped, and from the ground, the rest of the Paladins could do nothing to stop him. Next to Zhin, Fernando gritted his teeth, and the team was surrounded in a golden glow, Immortal protecting them from any possible residual damage as the knight gave a quick, silent salute.

As Drogoz neared the bomb, brilliant orange flames engulfed him, and he let out one last battle cry, fit for the might of a true dragon.

“BEHOLD THE DRAGON'S FURY!”

And he charged.

To be honest that Drogoz scene wasn’t planned. But I got mad at him in a recent match so...SALT. Also I wouldn’t have had a reason to put his Ultimate in otherwise. 

Also, er, this is still technically from Zhin’s POV and if it’s OOC I’m sorry Mod Zhin. 

[jujywrites]

Last Night the Sky

sequel to this ficlet. pov swaps ftw! as with many things it’s 100% @portraitofa-girl‘s fault ;3

P.S. planning a sequel to this one as well. then The End (for now)

written while looping this song btw

AO3

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He’s become used to breathing differently here. Slow and shallow. His heartbeat has also slowed, though still deep as ever. He has no concept of his body as a whole, only pieces of awareness when a stray thorn pricks his skin.

That’s how things are now. At first he was terrified, enough so that he begged for death. When death didn’t oblige he willed himself to adapt, to become apathetic instead of agitated. (Neither state was preferable, but he had no choice.)

Time no longer exists. He could have been here for an hour or for years. This endless non-existence is his fate, and he accepts it without feeling.

(it’s fine, he thinks, but it isn’t fine, it’s never been fine)

There are times when a nameless face flashes into his mind; a nose here, a lock of hair there. Someone he should know, or knows already, or has always known.

(the person is hope and he doesn’t want hope)

He accepts the images passively, even though he wants them destroyed. They keep coming until he has a blurry full picture, until a name is just out of reach and he finds himself straining for it and holding himself back at the same time.

“Kanae.” He’s only thought it but he hears it spoken loud and clear. The name is a burst of light and need and hope so strong it shakes him. His body comes back to him and with it vision and pain and feeling.

KanAE (hedoesn’twantthisheshouldbedeadpleasefindleavemealone)

Space rumbles around him, an avalanche of sound and movement. Petals crowd his skin, thorns cutting deep, vines restricting his breath but he fights, struggling beyond the pain, rising above it–

Then everything stops.

Terror fills the void. His time is up, he’s pushed too far. He never wanted to die but he never had a choice, did he?

I’m not ready.

A distant scream, not his voice. That face bursts into his mind.

Everything begins again, so fast: The vines around him fall away, blood drips over his eyes, his hand reaches for nothing yet finds another’s hand–

“Karren.” The name he’s been searching for. The one he belongs to. She is life, warmth, emotion, everything he’s lost. She’s saved him.

Arms around him, pulling him up and away. He falls against her body, and his hands grips her sides with desperate strength.

“You came back for me.” He can barely speak, doesn’t even know what he’s saying, but he is safe, he’s home, nothing else has ever mattered.

Her hands on his cheeks, her lips on his forehead bring water to his eyes. Her voice, those words, cause the dam to break.

“I’ll always find you, Shuu. Forever.”

*****

He wakes in bed with a sob caught in his throat and tears on his face. The darkness of his room, the sliver of moonlight on the bedsheets, are like a punch to the gut. He’s out of bed without a thought, grabbing paper and pencil and writing down a number that dances in his head.

He stares at it, no idea where it came from. Then the pencil falls from his hand, and he barely reaches the bed before crushing exhaustion overtakes him.

When morning comes he wakens with instant energy. He keys that number into his phone, so mind-vivid he needn’t have written it down, and waits, breath held, through the rings.

You’ve reached the mailbox of: “Karren von Rosewald.” Please leave a message after the tone.

He doesn’t know what to say, but when he speaks the words are as if he’d planned every one.

“You don’t know me, and this will sound crazy, but I had a dream last night…”