#YOUR ABILITIES FRIGHTEN AND AMAZE ME

[cryptonic0dreamer]

EXCUSE ME?!!!!!

I think I found something to do with my +300 LMK (seasons 1-3) screenshots (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[samodivaa]

You Are Art

Request : College!Bucky x Artist!Reader where Bucky is a nude model partner for life drawing.

Warnings - smut, soft sex Words - 2.3k AN - Me personally, would draw Soldat. ;o

All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique—because one eye sees, the other feels. And the human form that you need to draw will include a physiological precondition that is indispensable—intoxication, lust. If you can say your feelings for him in words, there would be no reason to paint him—you wouldn't have asked him to be your model.

Bucky grows pale as death, he gazes into your eyes with a strange, wild, reproachful look as his lips tremble and vainly endeavors to form some words, then his mouth twisted into an incongruous smile. “Should I…undress now?” His face gave evidence of suffering. You are considerably amazed. “Yeah if you are comfortable? Does something worry you?” “I have scars” Bucky says all this perfectly seriously, and without the slightest appearance of joking, indeed, he seems strangely gloomy.

“There is no need to-”you say, seriously and with deference. 

Never judge a work of art by its defects―Washington Allston “I want to, I promised you”

He interrupts suddenly, with a look of weariness, focusing on his lungs, on his ability to take a deep breath, to soothe with oxygen as the word rolls off his tongue. He is a handsome man, rather stout, with a very polite and dignified manner. He is always well dressed, and his clothes are always exquisite. Your conscience very soon informs you that is the proper narrative to tell. You met in the first semester, he is a business major looking to commission an artist for his project. You admit, that among the many silly and thoughtless actions of your life, the memory of that encounter comes prominently forward and reminds you that it lay long like a stone on your heart—ever since that, you stayed friends—it makes sense, doesn't it? For him to return the favor. There are a few seconds of dead silence before he goes to your small coach to undress. You eyes are flashing in a most unmistakable way, lips were all quiver as you observe his back muscles flexing. You try to speak, to reassure him, but can’t form words, a great weight seems to lie upon your breast, suffocating you. He’s quite tall with broad shoulders and an athletic physique that even his leather jacket cannot hide. You lick your lips, trying to quench the mental thirst for him—his belt clattering noisily as he unbuckles it, popping the buttons of his jeans open, followed by the low purr of his zipper coming undone, he drifts his hands down his sides and hooks both thumbs into his jeans, sliding them and the boxers down his legs. There is a frightened feeling, which makes him scowl and feel ashamed while removing his jacket and shirt until he is fully naked.

As you sit, your eyes turn to the blank canvas, squinting at it in the dwindling light, trying to concentrate. Then you gaze out the window, study the way snow clings to the spruce beside the building, and wonder how you will manage on your own once you have received your degree. With a sinking heart and a nervous tremor, he finally turns to face you. “So you just want me to sit here?” he whispers at last, drawing his breath with an effort, his nerves are terribly overstrained by now. He is sober, but the excitement of this chaotic situation—the strangest day of his life—has affected him so much that he was in a dazed, wild condition, which almost resembles drunkenness “Okay I will just sit here”

Bucky sits on the bar stool that is next to your canvas and his eyes fall upon yours, stop short, grow white as a sheet, and stares motionless, it is clear that his heart was beating painfully. He is gazing intently, but timidly, for a few seconds. Suddenly, as though bereft of his senses, he moves a bit, putting his hands on his tights. He knows that he won’t get hard—worry empties any dirty thoughts he might have. You are mesmerized by the tiny flecks of indigo in his blue eyes—you can drown in those eyes and it wouldn’t be the worst way to go. His beautiful features offer themselves to your gaze as you trail through them, annoyed at how attractive he looks—putting your mind into a darker cloud of irritation. In spite of this scornful reflection of his current mental state, he is looking cheerful as though he is suddenly set free from the terrible burden of worry and he gazes round. “Just don’t move I need to start with the sketch” You crack your fingers nervously before picking up the piece of charcoal—you stare at him, mentally measuring the propositions which helps you with the composition and scale. As an artist, you dip your brush in your own soul, you paint him with love—but you love him beyond words, beyond paint. And you hope Bucky will feel that once he sees the finished art. “Just tell me when you need a break” “Yeah, okay” he answers firmly, after a brief pause. Your voice is positively reflecting a sort of radiance on his face. You think, staring at him deliberately, that it is just another life painting, simply that's his body, his face, that are his eyes, his nose, and yet at the same time, It's a miracle, it's an ecstasy. And your only concern is to capture his beauty. “It is turning out amazing” you continue, pursuing the whirling ideas that chases each other in your brain “You are art, Bucky” He feels a hammering in his head and a faint smile shows on his face. His eyes are riveted upon yours, at first reluctantly and, as it is, resentfully, and then more and more intently.

Why isn't he saying anything? Did you need to say that out loud? The one time you try to implement that you like him and… So you torture yourself, fretting with questions, and finding a kind of enjoyment in it. And yet all these questions are not new, but suddenly confronting you, they are old familiar aches—it grips and rends your heart—maybe he just sees you as a friend.

It tortures your heart and mind, clamoring insistently for an answer, but you don’t dare turn your eyes to him for several moments. Bucky’s heart is beating violently, and his brain is in turmoil. At that moment something seems to sting him; in an instant a complete revulsion of feeling comes over him. He suffers passively, realizing that his cock is getting hard, but that he must do something, do it at once, and do it quickly. 

��Can we take a break now?”

“Of course” you are bewildered, and stare at him open-eyed. You spot it, you can’t miss such a big dick. He gets up and goes to sit on the couch, covering his private parts with his jacket. His thoughts stray aimlessly…he finds it hard to fix his mind on anything at that moment. He longs to forget himself altogether, to forget everything, and then to wake up and begin life anew.

“Things like that happen all the time, no need to be embarrassed. It is nature” Bucky ponders and rubs his forehead, strange to say, after long musing, a spontaneous and by chance, a fantastic idea comes to his mind—to be honest with you. “It is not because of nature” he says all at once, calmly, he has reached a final determination. That answer agitates you, but you keep uneasily seeking for some sinister significance. You get up, slowly moving closer to him, standing in front of his sitting form. Bucky looks at you, your yellow dress of some light silky material, but put on strangely awry, not properly hooked up, and torn open at the top of the skirt, full of colorful stains, close to the waist. You stare straight at him. For one instant, the look on your face, in your eyes, has him puzzled— then he recognizes it. Curiosity—you are shocked, stunned, or thrown into a maidenly fluster. You are curious, you want to hear more, searching his eyes, but couldn't read his thoughts beyond the fact that he is considering you, considering what to tell you. “It is because of you” He stills, but his confident smile doesn't waver.

There is no going back as he removes his jacket, inviting you to madness, to sit on his legs. The sight literally steals your breath. His defined body, his creaminess of his forehead and cheeks, and the determined line of his jaw, the soft vulnerability of his lips, slightly parted. You see the scars on his legs, but your gaze is more drawn to the long block stranding out from his pelvis.

The gorgeous curves of your body somehow delineated beneath taut fabric, his eyes wonder shamelessly to your pink lips simply begging to be kissed. Their shape is etched in his mind, he wants the taste to be imprinted on his senses. "Here? You want me to sit here, on your lap?" The word, weak though it is, accurately reflects your disbelief. Your legs feels suddenly heavy, drowsiness comes upon them.

"Right here. Right now.” 

At this time, the setting, his words and the whole picture are so truth-like and filled with details so delicate, so unexpectedly—it leaves a powerful impression on the overwrought and deranged nervous system. You straddle him, knees dug into the couch beneath you, the solid columns of his thighs hard against your soft limbs. Bucky adjusts his hold as his hands slide about your waist, beneath your dress. You gasp desperately, clenching your hands on his shoulders, fingers sinking deep.

Then he lifts one hand, sliding one finger beneath your chin. 

Your sensitive skin comes alive to his touch. He tips your face up so that your eyes lock on his with heavy lids, watching flaring passion light your eyes. Sparks of pure innocence and want flashes in the depths as he gently kneads, then sends his fingers of his other hand to glide over your silken back. Desire heightens, needs escalates—and he is in no rush, you are too important to rush—conquering your senses and body is not all that he wants. He wants you forever and even though he doesn’t have the talent of art, he has the one of love.

He takes possession of your lips, your mouth. His hard lips move on your, and you soften, not just your lips, but every muscle. Slow heat washes through your body. When he pulls back, you swallow, and drag in a desperately needed breath. It is all pleasure, simple love—you become softer—he becomes harder, needy. The touch of his eyes, the touch of his hands. Art. As he is savoring you again, the softness of your mouth is his to enjoy, you feel his desire, the hard, throbbing length pressing against your panties. The softness of your thighs pressing firmly on both sides of his legs as you slowly grind against his cock and you can feel him attempting to buck his hips up to meet yours. The tension, pouring off him in waves, eases, just a little. He sighs, and rests his forehead on yours. Your innocence is addictive, entrancing.

Bucky shivers, eyes shut tight―he lets a low, wickedly teasing laugh. “I love you”

His lips brushes your in an inexpressibly tender caress. You kiss him, sliding your hands up, framing his face, so you can let him know―let him feel―your response to his words.

“Are you okay with doing it like this?”he murmurs, his tone deep. You gaze at his eyes, slowly nodding. "Good" The word is a feral purr then his hand slid lower, to lightly caress, with just the barest touch, the sensitive skin, moving the panties aside and rubbing his fingers along your folds, stroking and sliding slowly into you. Sweet pleasure washes through you, making you moan softly. His thumb presses your clit, moving in slow circles as two fingers slide deeper, finding the spot that makes you tremble. There it is.

“I want you inside me, please” The smile on his face, curving those fascinating lips―you are flushed yet so bold with words. He withdraws his fingers. You lift your hips as he tugs and shifts them until he is aligned, but you don’t wait as you sink on his cock to the hilt. A muffled groan escapes your lips as his length stretches your walls and you move your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, rocking slowly onto his cock, the head of it hitting your deepest places. Bucky’s hands travel to massage your breast, eliciting unexpected loud moans from you. His eyes locked on your face. “Don’t slow don’t, keep on riding me”

He states, his voice very low, it sends a most peculiar thrill through you, he grabs at your hips, impatiently thrusts up hard into your core, urging you to continue. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes around the small studio as you keep the moderate pace.

“I will come, Bucky” You keep on hitting your cervix as your trusts become harder, your nubile breasts swing with the force of your body rocking. An impossible pleasure goes through you, cumming violently, your throbbing walls milking his cock as he keeps on trusting through your orgasm, moaning before filling you up with his cum. 

“I think that sex is a form of art” You kiss him long and soft, and when you pull yourself away, you touch his mouth with your fingers. “I suggest you not to think more, Bucky”

[weathertheraine]

Karasuno First Years: DnD Party AU!!

This is an AU I’ve had cooking for literally years so finally here’s something for it :DD I’ve built the first years as a level 4 party - just starting to get on their feet and not almost die on the daily.

Character backstories here!!

I have practically made character sheets for these guys but BE WARNED. They are not all 100% legal I have fudged things like Hinata needing a high strength score to multiclass out of Barbarian… but like. I don’t think I’ve cheated in any ways that a chill DM wouldn’t probably find a way to swing :P

IMMENSE ramblings under the cut about my reasonings for class/race/trait decisions if you’re interested in that :P

HINATA: HALFLING BARBARIAN/SORCERER

- Hinata as a Halfling not only gives him an even bigger height disadvantage than canon, but also has some INCREDIBLY fitting traits: ‘Lucky’ lets him reroll 1s, ‘Brave’ means he is resistant to being Frightened, and ‘Nimble’ means he can dodge through spaces occupied by creatures who are bigger than him (aka Human-sized), giving him extra manoeuvrability on the battlefield.

- I thought a barbarian’s Rage was also a great way of representing Hinata’s near-superhuman athletic abilities and determination on the court. For the duration, he has increased attack and strength abilities, and resistance to physical damage. The rage will end if he hasn’t attacked a hostile creature or taken damage since his last turn - a fun parallel to his need to stay in the action and constantly be touching the ball or he gets deflated (at least at first - this is their early days as a party, so they have some of their early flaws even if they’re young adults here instead of teens).

- ‘Reckless Attack’ is also fitting as it gives him advantage to attack but also gives his enemies advantage to attack HIM - this could serve as a version of decoy-ing, drawing attention and fire. As he levels up, he’ll also gain Extra Attack and Fast Movement (self explanatory) and Feral Instinct which makes him less likely to be Surprised, and more likely to be the first to jump into battle

- The most fun part though of course are his wild surges of magic, since he is a Wild Magic Barbarian. This means random magical effects can sometimes happen as a side-effect of his actions - things which can be helpful like ‘temporarily infuse your weapon with magic’, but can also be things like ‘deal necrotic damage to everyone around you, including your allies’. I think this is a really fun way of translating Hinata’s incredible abilities which at the beginning of the series, he has little control over. He can pull off amazing feats, but he can’t recreate them on demand, and sometimes it’s more of a hindrance than a help

- Narratively, he’s trying to learn to control his emerging magical abilities by multiclassing into Sorcerer and training with Kageyama. This means he can now cast spells on purpose as well as accidentally but it also increases the wackiness and power of the magical accidents he can cause. These now include gems like ‘involuntarily cast Fireball at 3rd level, centred on yourself’ and ‘you are transported to the Astral Plane until the start of your next turn’, but also ‘for the next minute, you can teleport 20 feet as a bonus action’

- As a sidenote Hinata also has by far the highest hitpoints, which represents the amount of time he’s able to get hit and keep on going, and the highest initiative which means he’s likely to be acting first in a fight

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KAGEYAMA: DROW SORCERER

- Kageyama HAD to be a sorcerer to me because that’s the class that has innate magical ability, which is the best parallel for his prodigy status and natural volleyball talents (as opposed to a wizard like Tsukishima who has to learn from a spellbook)

- As a sorcerer, Metamagic also gives him increased control over his spells, which I think is perfect for him as it represents his incredible control over the ball. I picked ‘Careful Spell’, which lets him essentially cast an AOE spell but avoid his allies, and ‘Seeking Spell’ which lets his spells bend around obstacles to reach their intended target.

- He takes the origin of the Clockwork Soul - this gives him the ‘Restore Balance’ ability which lets him remove ‘advantage’ from his enemies and remove ‘disadvantage’ from his allies. I saw this as a good way of representing his setting responsibilities of opening a good opportunity for his spikers; if the opposing side would have had an advantage, Kageyama can take that advantage away. It’s also a fun mirror to Hinata’s ‘Tides of Chaos’ ability, which lets him GAIN advantage.

- I also imagine him using a lot of buffing spells like ‘Enhance Ability’ and ‘Aid’, bringing the best out of his allies

- He’s a Drow/Dark Elf because I wanted him to be edgy (silly answer) - for real though, he has a terrifying reputation as Drow are considered automatically evil, and it’s a reputation he… only partially deserves. He IS a powerful and dangerous sorcerer, but he’s not evil, in fact he’s doing his best to do good in the ways he knows how, but his demeanour in combination with people’s assumptions mean that he’s never been able to keep a party or erase the negative rumours. Only now, with the other first years making an effort to understand him, is he starting to find more of a place in the world.

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TSUKISHIMA: HALF-ELF WIZARD

- Tsukki is a wizard because that’s the spellcasting class that studies magic from spellbooks and that’s just his vibe. I can imagine him being frustrated with Hinata and Kageyama’s natural sorcery abilities, in a parallel to his view of them as Volleyball Monsters who have innate power he just doesn’t have.

- I imagine him being a very by-the-book wizard in the beginning, mostly using utility spells like ‘Comprehend Languages’ and ‘Detect Magic’. He’s uncomfortable in combat and probably casts Magic Missile every turn because it’s one of the only spells that’s guaranteed to hit its target - this mirrors his early series attitude of playing it safe and coasting on his abilities instead of pushing to be better.

- As part of the start of his growth, he’s taking the path of chronurgy magic. This gives him ‘Chronal Shift’, which means he can force opponents or allies to re-roll certain actions, potentially turning a success into a failure or visa-versa after seeing how the original roll turns out. I think this is a fun representation of him coming into his blocking abilities, letting him essentially say ‘oh Ushiwaka spikes it in? Actually no he doesn’t, roll again’. At higher levels, he’ll even be able to dictate what the new roll is, and he can also cast spells but save their effects for later, which parallels his ability to form long-game strategies which don’t pay off for a while.

- I’ve also said he starts using spells like ‘Augury’ which lets him see whether the outcome of a certain action will be overall good or bad, and ‘Suggestion’, which lets him bait opponents to do what he wants - developing the strategic skills that will eventually make him a real asset in combat

- He’s a half-elf partly because Yamaguchi is human and Kageyama is an Elf - Tsukki is special, but he’s not THAT special, in a middle-ground when it comes to his natural talent. Yamaguchi definitely looks up to him as someone special and magical, but Tsukki doesn’t see himself that way compared to ‘real’ elves and ‘natural’ spellcasters.

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YAMAGUCHI: HUMAN FIGHTER/RANGER

- Since Yamaguchi is the most ‘normal’ of the first years and the only one not on the starting lineup in the show, it made sense to make him the most ‘normal’ option of a human fighter, which is a combination that’s sometimes considered basic or boring but can actually be invaluable when it’s used well. He considers himself the weakest link on the team at first because he isn’t magical like the others, but his martial abilities often give the team the edge in combat.

- Instead of the usual human ability increase, I gave him the feat of Martial Adept, letting him take Battle Master Manoeuvres. He has ‘Trip Attack’ and ‘Disarming Attack’ which means he can knock down and disarm enemies rather than just damaging them, giving his allies an opening to attack more easily. This is a great parallel to his pinch serving, which breaks up the opposing team’s formation and gives his teammates the opportunity to strike!

- As a Banneret fighter he ‘inspires greatness in others by committing great deeds in battle’, foreshadowing his role as eventual team captain!! He gains ‘Rallying Cry’ which bolsters his allies along with himself, and in the future he’ll be able to give them extra actions as well

- Yamaguchi has also taken a level of ‘Ranger’ now that the party is on the road, giving him survival and travelling skills that the other’s don’t have. It’s also starting to give him a small amount of magical power, which he doesn’t have the hang of yet (I’m fudging this a bit for narrative). I’m seeing this as a kind of parallel to his canon arc of finding a way to fight with what HE can do, finding his own niche that ends up being invaluable to the team.

- Yamaguchi also has by far the most balances stats and I think often ends up as the ‘face’ of the party even though he has the lowest Charisma score and would really rather ANYBODY else was doing the talking. But Kageyama is too likely to offend, Hinata can be overwhelming or accidentally confrontational, Yachi is too nervous, and Tsukki hates talking to people even more than Yamaguchi does. Poor Yamaguchi.

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YACHI: ROCK GNOME ARTIFICER

- To match her manager roll Yachi needed to be a support class, and I really like the idea of her being an artificer rather than a traditional spellcaster. Rather than always using innate magic, she’s learned a specific set of skills which allows her to create magical artefacts and potions, thus helping her party to be stronger even if she isn’t often in combat herself

- Being a rock gnome gives her more knowledge of magical technology, and allows her to ‘tinker’, constructing small clockwork devices with simple functions like starting a fire. being an artificer means she has ‘magical tinker’ as well, meaning she can infuse objects with a spark of magic to produce a small effect in a similar way.

- ‘Infuse Item’ gives her more powerful abilities along these lines, letting her imbue objects with magic. I gave her the infusions ‘Returning Weapon’ (a weapon can be summoned back to the user after being thrown), ‘Enhanced Weapon’ (this and the previous feel good for assisting Hinata and Yamaguchi,, ‘Replicate magical item’ (feels fitting for her smarts and the way she’s good at absorbing knowledge from what’s around her), and ‘Enhanced Arcane focus’ (good for assisting Tsukishima). Her different abilities mean she can be a huge help to all her teammates in different ways, just like as a manager she has different approaches to helping out the different team members

- She has the specialty ‘alchemist’ which lets her make potions and cast some healing spells. however, it also lets her create ‘experimental elixirs’, which have a random effect. though yachi is more level-headed than most on the team, she is still a member of karasuno with the capability of pushing the envelope and growing in exciting ways, so I felt like this was a fun way of representing her own passion and enthusiasm for trying new things, as well as fitting for someone who’s spent a lot of time with a wild-magic user like hinata

- ‘The Right Tool For The Job’ means with time, she can create the perfect tool for the task the party needs, showing her smarts and her ability to solve specific problems with the right solution - something I think she shows in the series with how she has such good advice for the team on many occasions.

- Yachi also has the highest wisdom of the party, meaning she’s the best at insight and reading emotional situations, such as telling when people are lying.

[merakiui]

Would you make a list ranking which unique magics and they potentials are hottest to you 👀

👀 OMG YES???? Thank you for this opportunity, anon!!! I have so many thoughts about the unique magics!!

Here is my grand list:

1. Off With Your Head - this one is very self-explanatory. The control, the collar, the way it makes you unable to use your magic, Riddle’s sheer mastery over it and how he uses it so often in the game……. orz immensely hot to me.

2. Snake Whisper - the hypnosis and helplessness of the target paired with Jamil’s very obvious lust for power and control. The way we makes you call him master as well……. so yummy!!!

3. Dark Fire - no one understands Rollo’s charm more than I do. What do you mean his UM is fueled by the fear and distress of others, thus making it stronger?!?!?! OTL that has so much potential. I love it so much.

4. Shock the Heart - I would’ve placed this one lower only because it has so much appeal and yet it can only be used once on a person, but perhaps you can argue that makes it even hotter. Regardless, I love everything about Jade’s UM. The magical chant, the way you must look into his eye, the beautiful imagery the manga blessed us with… 😵‍💫 being forced to tell the truth no matter what…….

5. Laugh With Me - another one that’s so great for control. Ruggie’s UM would be so great for (forced) mutual masturbation. But also,,, it has the potential to be used in such horrifying ways. >:)

6. Split Card - clones. Gangbang. Need I say anymore?

7. Doodle Suit - I like the mind games that can come from this. Not knowing what’s your reality and what’s fantasy whenever Trey uses his UM is so hot. T^T I NEED HIM.

8. Fae of Maleficence - I think it’s more so the overwhelming power and horrifying range of this UM that makes it so attractive. Malleus is terrifyingly strong and this UM always reminds me of that, amongst other moments in the plot. In Idia’s words, truly a final boss.

9. Life is Fun - Fellow’s UM………. WOW. Maybe it deserves to be higher on the list, but because I’ve yet to officially experience Fellow in the game I will place it within this humble top ten. :D even so, it has too much potential and I love it.

10. It’s a Deal - hear me out……. this is such an overpowered UM and it’s all Azul’s to use (and abuse) as he pleases. Having such a dangerous UM where, if not for the contract, he would be more susceptible to overblot. AAAAAAA HE’S SO FINE. The UM chant is amazing, tako’s greed, the amount of powers he can build up because there seems to be no limit to the amount of contracts he makes!!! So hot to me. <3

11. Fairest One of All - Vil’s UM…… the ability to place a curse on anything that can’t be lifted until the conditions are met. AAAAAA SO MUCH POTENTIAL. OTL

12. I See You - this one is frightening but very on brand for Rook Hunt. ^^;;;; it makes stalking darling so much easier, but something tells me Rook wouldn’t use his UM because it defeats the thrill of hunting darling himself.

13. Meet in a Dream - this one is more whimsical than it is hot, but it still has plenty of potential because dreams can be anything and everything. There’s never any logic to them. Also,,, I love the idea of darling constantly seeing a silver-haired prince in their dreams. The dream sex surely goes crazy. :)

14. King’s Roar - it’s so powerful omg,,, more so that than it is hot. The only circumstance I can think of in which it’s hot is if Leona’s using it to turn all of your clothes to sand, but why would he need magic for that when he can easily take them off himself. ;D

15. Sleep Kiss - Epel’s UM is so dainty and Victorian to me. The glass coffin…… that’s so pretty. orz the way it also puts you to sleep,,, somno with Epel?!?!?!

16. Bind the Heart - I’m sorry the ranking is so low, Floyb. >_< it’s another UM that’s very good in a fight. I like it a lot, especially the way he says it hehe.

17. Far Cry Cradle - this one is very interesting!! I absolutely see the vision with it. Just not a lot of horny vision, unless it’s a scenario where he casts it on your sex toy or something just to play that memory back. >:3c

18. Unleash Beast - this one is so cute to me. Jack turning into a wolf is adorable. OTL thinking about how mesmerized the kids must be if and when he uses his UM back home. How exciting it is to climb up on his back and be carried around everywhere. :D I just think it’s very sweet.

19. Bet the Limit - this is great for fighting, but for things other than that,,,, but I do love how strong it is. Deuce’s UM is so cool. >w<

20. Oasis Maker - I AM SO SORRY, KALIM….. T^T I love his UM. I think it’s so fun!! Alas, it isn’t very hot in that sense to me. However, there are so many other aspects to Kalim that make him so wonderful hehe.

21. Gate to Underworld - it was incredibly attractive in book six. That sort of power,,,, sometimes I wonder what would have happened if Idia and Ortho were successful in resetting the world. Outside of book six, the UM loses a few aura points. STYX Idia will forever be famous to me.

22. Living Bolt - apologies in advance to Sebek. His UM is so cool!!!! Just,,, not the hottest of UMs. WAAAA I’M SORRY, SEBEK!!!! OTL

[melliemell]

Sigma NSFW Headcanons

This man has me in a chokehold lately, damnit. f!reader, suggestive, oral sex, sappy sex, prolonged hand-holding, general sigma anxiety.

God… there are so many layers to this man.

Doesn’t really know how to express intimacy at first.

He’s been a manager long enough to know how important outwardly behaviour is; he’s well-composed and efficient to a frightening degree in the front– especially with work matters, but when it comes to attraction and romantic love, this man is a walking brick wall.

So confused, so stressed.

You would not be able to tell he’s interested in you at first because he won’t know it too. 

He’ll like your company, more so any time you show your dedication to your work or display any passions you have. There could be a lot he could learn from you since you seem to have a good grasp over your life (he doesn’t need to know how untrue that is, no sir)

But sometimes he’d find himself leaning closer, paying a bit more attention to you than he used to. The first time you caught him looking at you, really looking, you had a small smile playing at your lips as Sigma coughed and stumbled through the nearest excuse for not paying attention to your conversation. He couldn’t explain the warm sensations that crept over him every time you so much as smiled in his direction.

It was… it was a lot.

Sigma knew, objectively, how attraction worked. He just didn’t expect to find himself in this position.

He’d try to stifle these emotions, constantly battling with the idea he’s not impressive enough to win your affection. It would be a downward spiral.

You’ll need a lot of patience with him. Even if he wants these feelings of love and belonging, he’d still take time to accept he is deserving of them.

But when he does… oh boy.

Sigma’s a hugger, you can’t escape it.

Forget about any other sex position, He’ll always look for ways to completely wrap himself around you, bare skin to bare skin or feeling your breasts against his chest, breathing in your scent as he buries his face in your neck.

He won’t object to anything, and he’d be hard to read on his opinions, but he’d be more relaxed right against you.

There’s something comforting in being this close, wanting to not let go of the fear of losing something as beautiful as this. 

Losing you. 

He’d constantly be trying to figure out how to please you better and better. He knows it stems from fear rather than pure intentions, but he tries to mask it as best he can. It’s hard to believe you’re his.

Nothing beats lying close to each other, your hands running through his hair as he relaxes to your silly stories about your day. He won’t even notice your gentle coaxing until he suddenly finds himself in your embrace, cheek resting on your breast as you entangle his legs with yours.

Sometimes you doze off into the late afternoon together, but other times…

He’d be very aware of you, your every move, every breath. His fingers grazing the soft skin of your arm as he activates his ability– just to be sure, to know, whether you want him or not then and there. 

Honey, get ready for the sappiest love-making you’ve ever had

One moment you’re lying, Sigma’s gaze fixed on you with an absentminded smile, the next he’s leaning his forehead to yours, hands cupping your cheeks as you get pulled closer to him. 

Intense hand-holding during sex. 

Thrusting into you feels amazing, yes, but it’s not enough. It took a few experiments and discussions but he figured out he feels closer to you when he’s literarily glued to your body. Holding you, kissing you, burying his cock deeper into you as you clutch onto his back. 

Sigma’s also the type to speak during sex, surprisingly. He’d swipe your hair to the side and mumble anything between suppressed moans.

Nothing coherent, just sweet words and praises and lots of thanking you. He’d be pretty lost at that point, not being fully aware or caring enough to be embarrassed.

And boy does he get rosy-cheeked easily. 

Completely froze up the first time you brought up wanting to go down on him. Just– shut down. Blinking but not processing as you laughed at how flushed he got.

It took some coaxing, but when he finally found himself sitting down, you kneeling between his spread legs– it didn’t take long for him to become a mess.

And yes, he’s a moaner.

But the sneaky type, teeth biting into his lower lip to stifle any sounds, hands over his face when that doesn’t work quite as he wanted and he’s too embarrassed for you to see him like this, barely holding it together as your mouth on his cock builds up his pleasure more and more and more, oh god–

And he’s so pretty then– pale skin flushed all the way down his chest too, eyes tight shut. You might catch him peaking at you sometimes but direct eye contact, well– that would be the end of him.

Cums on the spot. Not even time to warn you, making him feel bad afterwards as you clean it off your face and chest. 

He feels very floaty after finishing, not exactly exhausted but you can tell he’s somewhere else for a bit. He’d reach over for your hand again but won’t move further than that until he comes back down. 

Very compliant at that moment, so you can abuse that to your advantage as you will.

But you usually end up dragging him to your chest and just… existing together. It’s a lovely feeling.

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hiii!!

May I request some Yandere Sonic with a ballerina reader??

A/n: any other hispanics not show up to work/school today?

Yandere Sonic x Ballerina Reader

Tw: yandere, obsessive, stalking, sonic being creepy. Forced affection, forced touch (not sexual)

The first time Sonic saw you, it was like something out of a dream.

You were in the middle of a dance, you legs grazing the floor with stunning elegance, defying gravity with a grace he'd never seen before. It was mesmerizing, how effortlessly you moved, how precise and fluid every motion was. The world seemed to slow as you spun.

He didn't know how long he'd been watching.

Minutes? Hours?

It didn't matter. You were beautiful.

Sonic isn’t the type to sit still. He's constantly moving, constantly seeking the next thrill. But when you appeared in his life, suddenly, he found himself stopping just to watch. He hid in the trees outside your studio, dashed past your performances just to get a glimpse, followed you home at night to make sure you were safe.

At first, he told himself it was nothing. Just curiosity. He was fascinated by your ability to move so flawlessly, almost inhumanly so. It was like you existed in your own world.

He started showing up at your practice sessions.

At first, it was subtle. Small things out of the corner of your eyes, a figure that would appear for maybe a second, but as soon as you focused on it, it was already gone.

And then, one day, you turned around, and there he was.

"Yo!" Sonic grinned, leaning against the bar like he belonged there. "You're crazy fast on your feet. Well, not as fast as me of course, but, still fast, y'know?"

You were startled, but not frightened. Sonic the Hedgehog is a hero, everyone knows that. He's saved the world more times than you could count, and he was standing right in front of you, acting like you were the coolest thing he'd ever seen.

"You... were watching me?" you ask, unsure whether to be flattered or weirded out.

"How could I not?" His grin widens, but there’s something sharp behind it. "You dancw well. Just had to come see it up close."

That’s how it started.

Sonic becomes a constant in your life.

You never invited him, hes just always there, before practice, during, after. He watched from the shadows, but the moment you look his way, he acts casual, like he just happened to be passing through.

"You're amazing," he told you one night, after walking you home.

"Thank you," you replied, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze.

His eyes gleamed in the moonlight. "You don't get it. I mean, you're really amazing. Icve never seen anyone move like you. It's like... you belong at my side."

Those words sent a chill down your spine.

It only got worse.

Your shoes go missing, only to mysteriously reappear in your locker, laces tied in a neat little bow. Your schedule, which you've never shared with anyone, seems to be known by Sonic down to the second. He's always there, waiting for you.

And then there are the notes.

Neatly folded pieces of paper, slipped into your dance bag, your locker, even your pocket when you aren't looking.

"Youre the only thing that can keep up with me."

"I need you to dance for me."

"You're the only one I want to see move."

You tell yourself it's just admiration. That Sonic is just... intense. But deep down, you know better.

The breaking point came after a late night rehearsal.

You were exhausted, muscles sore, feet aching as you stepped outside. The streets were quiet, and for once, you thought you were alone.

Until...

"Going home alone? That's dangerous, y'know."

Sonic's voice wass too close.

You spun around, heart racing, and there he is, standing inches from you. His usual easy-going grin is still there, but the false sense of calm is eerie.

"You've been working hard," he says, tilting his head. "Hurts, doesn't it? All that pressure, all those expectations... but you keep going. Just like me."

"I-I need to go home," you say, stepping back.

Sonic moves faster than you can react. In the blink of an eye, he's behind you, his breath hot against your ear.

"But you don't wanna leave yet, do you?" His voice is almost teasing, but there’s something possessive in it, something suffocating. "You belong out here, under the stars. Dancing just for me."

Your hands shake. "Sonic, you're scaring me."

For a moment, just a moment, his expression falters. Then he laughs, stepping away like nothing happened. "Ah, don't!....dont look at me like that. I'd never hurt you." His grin returns, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "I just... need you close, okay?"

You don't answer.

You don't have to.

Because Sonic had already decided.

From that night on, things spiralled out of control.

You see less of your friends because Sonic always intercepts them, leading them away with some excuse before they can reach you. Your performances start feeling wrong, you can sense him watching, always watching, his eyes tracking your every move.

You try to confront him, but it's useless. Sonic knows what you're thinking before you even open your mouth.

"Thinking about running?" he teases one evening, hanging upside down from a tree as you try to sneak away. "You won't get far."

"You can't do this," you whisper.

"Do what?" He hops down, landing inches from you. "Love you?"

Your stomach churns. "You're being delusional"

He laughs, but there's no humor in it. "Oh, delusional, really? Im not delusional, you just don't get it yet. But you will! Soon..."

You stopped showing up to practice.

Not because you want to, but because Sonic doesn't let you.

He keeps you close, always within reach. If you try to slip away, he's there in an instant, arms wrapped around you in a crushing embrace. "You don't need them, youre too good for them, the dont deserve you... You have me."

He's not lying.

You do have him.

You have Sonic when you wake up and find him curled beside you, despite locking your doors. You have Sonic when he carries you through the wind, the world blurring past as he whispers how only he can keep up with you.

You have Sonic when he grips your hands just a little too tightly, his voice trembling as he asks, "You love me too, right?"

You don't answer.

Because you don't know what would happen if you did.

A/n: just realized i accidentally changed tenses alotvin this, uhm, im not gonna change it because im lazy.

[madschiavelique]

Hi! So, modding has ruined me and as such I’d like to request the Origin Companions with a Lich Tav / S/O? Like, they did the whole process a while ago and only now with the Tadpole Sitch have they returned from death and have no idea what they’re doing and are far weaker than they expected. Maybe they show the companion a sign of “I love and trust you” by allowing them to (gently) hold their phylactery? Idk, fill how you see fit if you want :]

hi anon!! sorry it took so long but i wanted to make a bit of research for it to be accurate. i hope you'll like it!!

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ characters : shadowheart, astarion, gale, lae'zel, wyll, karlach

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ content warning : a bit of angst, but some comfort

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ words : 1.4k (250~ per characters)

( not proofread, english is not my first language ☆)

─ ‧ shadowheart :

at a first glance, you amazed her as much as terrified her. but it was mostly a terrified respect. because being a lich, aka an undead sorcerer who seeks to transcend death itself is in clear opposition to the cycle of life and death, which is a central theme of most faiths including Shar’s.

she swore you must have followed Shar herself though as, per her words, “the darkness that precedes you would make a fierce soldier in her eyes.”

chances are that Shadowheart will have to put some parts of her faith in question for you, but on the other hand she could simply see your powers as a sort of extension of Shar’s influence.

as time goes by however, she realises a lot of prejudices held against lichs such as being cold and goal driven can be wrong, especially when it comes about you.

she’d be very much interested in hearing you talk about the process of becoming a lich. she admires your patience and devotion so much, a person as old and wise as you has seen more than she ever will and she craves to know more about your life, before becoming a lich and during it.

if you ever allowed her to hold your phylactery, she would never doubt your sincerity ever again. she knows how much this act means for her, for you, for your relationship, and she would not forget it nor lower it for anything in Faerun.

─ ‧ astarion :

when astarion learns about you being a lich at the very beginning of your adventure, it is certain that you and him would bicker about your age.

“how old are you? i didn’t know mummies could have such deplorable fashion styles, but how could it be otherwise considering you’re older than most of Gale’s books“ he said, to which you’d answer “it pains me that i have lived long enough to see idiots like you being born.”

it’s really just a game of bickering at the beginning, especially when you underlined that most liches are more powerful than vampires.

this however brought a spark to him, because if you were indeed more powerful than most vampires, then you would be of great utility in helping him go against his master.

over time of you gaining back your powers and abilities, he found something absolutely breathtaking in your darkness, your devotion, your ambition to outlive anything in your path.

he would see an opportunity to live in eternity by your sides. all other mortals perish eventually, and the knowledge of having you by his sides for all eternity makes him impossibly happy.

you offering him to hold your phylactery would mean the world to him, because he knew that if he had such a thing, he would have gave it to you. it’s an incomparable proof of your trust for him, no one had ever allowed him such an honour and you can be sure he will value it greatly.

─ ‧ gale :

this man is a scholar, and it would be lying to say that apart from being frightened and pretty much offended that you are here, he is extremely curious. 

he obviously has a deep fascination of magic, particularly the forbidden type, and you are a literal gift from the skies to be in his path.

ethical boundaries aside, i don’t think he will be able to shut up. 

you will be bombarded by all types of questions about the whole entire process of becoming a lich, from your years to learning about the Arcane arts to the gathering the rare and powerful components needed for the creation of your phylactery. 

He will not let you rest, he needs answers he’s been pondering on for so long and you’re here with all the answers.

This however raises for him the question of morality and mortality, unless he takes the path of moving from Evocation to Necromancy, in which case one could say he found the perfect pair.

Having gale as your s/o while being a lich is something you didn’t expect, in the sense that being with gale made you feel understood and seen.

If you allow gale to touch your phylactery, he would jump to the ceiling. He would hold it gently and ask about each and every part of it, asking how you got the components, how you assembled it all and how it felt once you had completed the entire process. But most of all, he is extremely aware of what it means and how much of a token of trust and respect it is for you to allow him to handle such a precious object.

�� ‧ lae'zel :

Lae’zel’s first approach would most definitely be one of suspicion. Githyankis and their traditions consider others as weak or unnatural, especially those who use necromancy. Chances are her first thoughts about you gravitate around repulsion, since you alone represent a source of power that is so dishonorable.

She would take quite the time to let herself trust you. There is one thing she cannot deny about you that changes during your adventure : you’re powerful, very powerful. When you start gaining back some of your powers and offer proper almost overwhelming force of will, you’ve owned lae’zel’s respect (no matter of grudgingly she acknowledges you as a worthy potential partner). 

Plus, your immortality is an asset in battle that cannot be circumvented.

In the end, your strong senses of battle and unrelenting determination won her.

When you allowed her to handle your phylactery, she was confused as to what such an artefact was. But when you explained to her that your very remains of life and mortality were in that very object, her heart leaped in her chest. For you to offer your life and allow her to have it in her own hands proved to her that you were more trustworthy than any other allies and lovers.

─ ‧ wyll :

His original reaction to your situation would be disbelief. He’d only ever heard of Lichs in storybooks or tails one would mysteriously count in a tavern. But a real one, in the flesh ? that was a first for him.

The concept of necromancy alone is not one Wyll appreciates much. It defies moralities and mortality to bring back from the dead. He’s worked hard to defeat enemies in the past that used such methods to build armies and soulless soldiers, and he is frightened of having feelings for you when these questions pull to the front of his mind.

But his sense of forgiveness would take over. Along the road to Baldur’s Gate, during your many adventures, he saw how your dedication to getting the team out of a deadly situation was pure and true.

It’s hard for him to deconstruct so many beliefs he’s had on necromancy and lichs in general, but he’s willing to do it for you. He does fear that it will be an imbalance relationship, but he wants to try.

But this thought vanishes from his mind when you allow him to touch your phylactery. He’s heard of such artefacts, of what they hold within, and it undoubtedly makes his heart stammer. He’ll never ever doubt of your love for him, that is for certain.

─ ‧ karlach :

Karlach’s first impression of her s/o being a Lich would not be positive, since being a lich represents the concept of immortality at the cost of the soul, and it could be something she finds repulsive.

Because you had the choice to abandon your mortality, your life, and you took it while she never had a choice on her own mortality.

But when you started travelling together, fighting together, living together, she didn’t find you so bad after all. It felt like you were just one of them, just a person with ambitions and goals.

She realised the lengths at which you were ready to go for your companions, and it owned her trust and admiration.

And when you kept finding infernal iron and stopped anything you were all doing just to go see Dammon as soon as you could to get her heart fixed, she knew she could trust you and appreciate you.

She has her own fears of being with you though, the fatality of her own heart failing her in opposition to your eternity frightened her beyond belief. What will happen if she dies and you go on without her ? She is very much tormented about this question.

But she loves you, and she knows you love her.

When you allow her to touch your phylactery, she would crumble in tears as if you’re offering her a wedding ring. If she could take out her mechanical heart from her chest and give it to you without dying the same way you give her the last piece of life you own in this world, she would.

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Geto Confessing His Feelings On A Mission Assignment

Geto Suguru X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Suggestive themes, Gojo is a meddler

Word Count: 1k

(A/N:) With this I have officially made 300 posts! Oh my goodness how time flies! I write a lot for Gojo and Nanami that I haven't written anything for the Geto fangirls. So this is my gift to y'all! I do have an imagine in the works for several of the JJK guys so keep an eye out! I hope to start work on that soon! It's in my drafts I just have to find time to write it! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

You walked between Geto and Gojo down the side streets of Tokyo. Scrolling through your phone, you ignored the guys surrounding you while they shoved one another playfully. Gojo had a mischievous gleam in his bright blue eyes and Geto could only glare at his best friend. He regretted the day he had confessed the way he felt about you to the tall white haired sorcerer. And you oblivious to his feelings thought of him as a really good friend and fellow Jujutsu High student. Shoko had stayed behind on this particular mission, but little did you know it was Gojo's doing that you joined him and Geto.

"Let's check out this crepe place when we're done," you said showing both of them your phone screen. They weren't paying attention, still shoving at one another. You rolled your eyes elbowing both Gojo and Geto in the ribs. This time they started behaving themselves holding their throbbing sides.

"The curse should be right around here," Gojo said his eyes roving around.

Geto shrugged, hands in his pockets as he stood close by your side. You still weren't paying that much attention when Gojo started to walk off.

"I'll go this way and look around, you two go that way," he said pointing towards a park.

Geto glared at his friend who wiggled his fingers in reply. Geto flipped him off, causing Gojo to just laugh obnoxiously and continue onwards.

"Hey shouldn't we stick together," you argued, worried at what trouble Gojo could get himself into.

"I'll be fine," he chuckled. "I'm the strongest after all."

"More like hard headed egotistical jerk," you grumbled, causing Geto to snort.

"Guess it's just me and you now," Geto said before taking off walking. He lumbered along slowly, letting you catch up as he kept his hands stuck deep in his pockets.

"I guess Gojo will never change," you sighed.

"Of course not," Geto rolled his eyes. "From here on out he'll just get worse."

"Don't worry Geto," you grinned patting his head while you both walked side by side, "I'll kick him really hard if he gets too out of control."

He laughed, the overwhelming urge to take your hand making Geto keep his hands stuffed deep in his pockets. He kept having flashbacks to the first day you arrived at the school. You had never been among people that could see the things you could. It had frightened you and you found safety to see that you weren't the only one. Then your ability began to flourish and Geto was happy that you had become so comfortable with them. He also remembered how quickly he had become enamored by you. Of course Gojo had been the first to notice and wouldn't let Geto live it down, or forget it. He was bored with watching his dark haired friend not taking a chance on you. So Gojo had taken it upon himself to give Geto his chance, and this moment was of course one of his meddling schemes. Deep in thought, Geto didn't realize that he had been talking to him.

"Sorry?"

"First Gojo and now you are ignoring me," you pouted. "Do I have a disease or something? Am I even here?"

"N-no," Geto stammered. "You're perfect."

You flushed bright pink and he did the same when he realized what he just said.

"I mean...you're fine the way you are. And that you're amazing...and I'm sorry," Geto wanted to run and drown himself in the pond you both were walking around.

Seeing Geto so flustered honestly stunned you. It was sweet but it brought a side you never got to witness. Giving his arm a gentle squeeze, he quieted down, eyes wide and cheeks still blushing bright red.

"Thank you Geto," you soothed. "You don't have to explain yourself."

He sighed, cursing his best friend who had to be laughing his butt off right now while he took out the cursed spirit and Geto dealt with this. He had decided eventually he would tell you how he felt, but not anytime soon. So now Gojo's meddling had him confessing way sooner than he had wanted. Biting the bullet Geto took your hand and led you away from the crowds of people. Finding a quiet bench by a stream that fed into the pond he helped you to sit before he took the spot beside you. Looking down at his shoes instead of you, his stray lock of hair dangled down on one side of his face. You wanted to reach out and tuck it back behind his ear.

"Suguru?"

"I like you," he blurted. "I've liked you since the first time I saw you. I wasn't going to tell you but Gojo has been trying to force me into giving in and tell you. You weren't supposed to go on this mission, just me and him, and he talked them into letting you go. All because he wanted me to have some time alone with you."

You sucked in a breath, stunned that this was actually happening. The Suguru Geto was confessing and it had you giddy.

"I'm sorry for shoving this all on you. I didn't want to strain our friendship. I could live with you never knowing how I felt as long as we could remain friends."

You tapped Geto's shoulder and he looked up. The smile on your face had him realizing how much you cared about him.

"I am so relieved." Reaching out you tucked his hair back behind his ear. "I thought I was the only one who felt that way."

Geto melted, suddenly grabbing you and pulling you into a hug. You returned it gladly.

"I guess this means Gojo won," you whispered and Geto laughed.

"I say we let him guess if anything happened and refuse to tell him anything," Geto replied. You nodded eagerly. If you both could torture the sorcerer who seemed to know everything, you chalked it up as a win, and knowing how Geto felt about you was an added bonus. Geto suddenly stiffened before he stroked your cheek. He waited to see if you pulled away but you leaned into his touch. Unconsciously he leaned inward, taking your lips in a gentle kiss. You decided in that moment as Geto's soft lips caressed yours, that when you both were done torturing Gojo you would thank him. Because of him, the man you dreamed about had finally become yours and you couldn't be happier.

[winxanity-ii]

BITE ME

ship: omega!midoriya x fem!alpha!reader warnings: non-explicit (idk y'all i made it kinda angsty 😩) word count: 4.6k a/n: Y'all forgive me, I wanted to be mean to deku🫣 also, inspired by one of my fav bloggers @yanderenightmare AMAZING Alpha!Katsuki x Omega!Reader oneshot here. Plz check it out, y'all it's so well written i wanna snort it like coke 😩❤️❤️

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You've always known you were destined for greatness, coming from a long line of superhero alphas whose feats were the stuff of legend.

From the moment you could understand the world around you, your ears were filled with tales of valor and strength, stories of how your ancestors used their formidable quirks to save lives and maintain peace.

It was no surprise, then, that on your 5th birthday, amidst the excitement and anticipation, your own quirk manifested, revealing an ability to manipulate plants, control their growth at will, and harness their natural forces.

This power was not just an extension of your being; it was a testament to the lineage you hailed from, a legacy you were born to continue.

With each passing year, your pride swelled. It became not just a part of you but defined you.

By the time you presented as an alpha on your 15th birthday, you were fully entrenched in the belief system that had been passed down through generations.

The world, as you saw it, was divided among Alphas, Betas, and Omegas, with Alphas reigning supreme. To you, it was the natural order of things, a hierarchy that had always been and would always be.

High school became your kingdom, the sprawling hallways your dominion. You moved through the throngs of students like a predator, your Beta lackeys trailing behind, hanging onto your every word as if it were law.

They craved your approval, your attention, and you thrived on it—each detention, each act of rebellion, a badge of honor that solidified your place at the top.

Today was no different. You were walking down the crowded corridor, the noise of chattering students filling the air, when you spotted her: Uraraka Ochaco, the timid omega who somehow always managed to catch your eye in the most irritating way.

She was clutching her books to her chest like a lifeline, her head down as she tried to navigate the packed hallway, avoiding everyone's gaze.

A wicked smirk twisted your lips.

She looked like a deer caught in headlights, so utterly out of place among the alphas and betas that dominated the school.

It was almost too easy.

You cut through the crowd with a predatory grace, your lackeys snickering behind you as you made a beeline for her.

"Hey, Ochaco," you hissed, her name rolling off your tongue with a predatory sneer. The way her head snapped up, eyes wide and frightened, was almost laughable.

As you backed her into a corner, the crowd seeming to instinctively part around you as if sensing the brewing confrontation.

She tried to shrink away, her shoulders hunched as her back pressed against the wall, eyes darting around for an escape. "H-Hi, L/N-san," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper, like she was afraid even to speak.

"Oh, come on, you don't need to be so formal with me, Ochaco," you drawled mockingly, your voice dripping with false sweetness. You leaned in closer, your hand darting out to knock the books from her grip. They hit the ground with a dull thud, scattering papers everywhere. "We're just friends, right?"

The hallway was slowly emptying out as students hurried to lunch, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire. Your smirk widened as you took in her panicked expression.

It was just the two of you now, your lackeys standing a little way off, watching with cruel interest. And the sight of her, so vulnerable and afraid, only spurred you on.

"Oops, my bad~" you sung insincerely, leaning down to pick up one of her books only to toss it further down the hallway, your eyes never leaving her face. "You know, Ochaco, you're always so clumsy. It's almost like you don't belong here." The casual malice in your voice made her flinch, her hands trembling as she tried to gather her scattered belongings.

You stepped closer, invading her personal space, towering over her as you tapped her forehead lightly with your index finger. "You're an Omega, Ochaco. Do you know what that means?" you asked, your voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "It means you're nothing. Worthless. A waste of space among us Alphas."

Your lackeys laughed at your words, one of them chiming in, "And useless—don't forget how dumb they are without us! She couldn't even answer a simple question in class."

"Yeah, how embarrassing," you added with a cruel smile, your canines flashing in a display of undisputed dominance. The predatory glint in your eyes mirrored the sharpness of your words, each syllable aimed to wound. "Almost like your tiny Omega brain can't keep up with us, huh?"

She winced, her eyes welling up with unshed tears, but she bit her lip, trying to keep them from falling. You clicked your tongue in mock sympathy, reaching out to flick her cheek lightly, as if scolding a child. "There, there, there. No need to cry. It's just reality. You're here for nothing but our will and pleasure, and that's okay."

The sharp intake of her breath was satisfying, and you couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. "Always stumbling over your own feet, aren't you, Ochaco? It's like watching a toddler try to walk." You reached out again, this time brushing a stray tear from her cheek with the back of your hand. "Remember last time? When you actually tried to stand up for yourself? That was cute. Hilarious, but cute."

"Y-You're so mean to m-me, ____-chan," she hiccuped, her voice quivering like a delicate leaf in the wind, pressing herself further into the wall as if it could shield her from your words.

You could see the tears brimming in her wide brown eyes now, her lower lip trembling as she struggled to hold back the sobs threatening to escape.

The sight only made you feel more powerful, more in control. "Ah, will you ever get it? You're pathetic," you sneered, your voice low and harsh. "All you're good for is—"

"Hey!"

The sudden, sharp voice cut through the air like a whip, and you turned your head, irritation flashing in your eyes. Aizawa Shota stood there, arms crossed over his chest, his usually tired eyes narrowed in disapproval.

Your lackeys, ever the cowards, took a step back, their earlier bravado evaporating under the teacher's stern gaze. They exchanged nervous glances before slinking away, leaving you standing alone. "Tch, pussies," you muttered under your breath, rolling your eyes as they scurried off.

With a heavy sigh, you recognized the end of your entertainment and pushed yourself away from the tearful omega. "Here we go," you muttered with a scowl, bracing yourself for the inevitable lecture, not bothering to hide your annoyance.

Aizawa was an omega, yet despite this, there was an undeniable aura of authority around him, a quiet strength that demanded attention and obedience.

As he walked over, his eyes shifted to Ochaco, his expression softening slightly as he took in her tear-streaked face. "Uraraka-chan, are you alright?" he asked, his voice gentle in contrast to the harshness he had directed at you.

She nodded shakily, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand, still trembling. "Y-Yes, Aizawa-sensei."

"Good. Get to lunch." He waited until she had gathered her things and fled down the hall before turning his attention back to you.

"And you," he said, his voice hard again, eyes boring into yours with a quiet fury that had your pride roaring in your chest. "Detention," he stated firmly, leaving no room for argument.

Letting out a string of curses under your breath, you storm out of the detention room, the heavy wooden door slamming shut behind you with a thud.

The school corridors were mostly deserted now, bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun that filtered through the tall windows.

The detention shtick from Aizawa for bullying didn't faze you in the slightest.

What pissed you off was the inconvenience of missing your scheduled car pick-up, which meant now having to explain to your mother why you were late.

As you texted your driver that you were coming right out, you couldn't help but wonder how Aizawa had managed to catch you in the act.

It was usually an alpha or beta teacher patrolling the halls, and they always let you off with a mere slap on the wrist, dismissing your behavior as "growing hormones" or some other bullshit. But this time was different.

This time, Aizawa had seen through you, giving you a proper chewing out.

He'd gone on a long lecture about how unfair it was to use your secondary gender against Ochaco, spouting things like "respect" and "fair treatment" like you gave a damn about his bleeding-heart ideals.

You couldn't help but wonder if someone had tipped him off.

You rounded a corner, still simmering with anger, when a familiar, timid voice caught your attention. "T-Thank you for alerting the staff, once again."

You paused, curiosity piqued, as a deeper, unfamiliar voice replied, "It was no issue, but you need to understand I'm not going to always be around. You have to start standing up for yourself."

Peeking around the corner, you spotted Ochaco standing with a stranger. From your vantage point, you could only see his back and the unmistakable mess of fluffy green hair.

Ochaco stuttered out another thank you, giving him a short bow before hurrying away, her footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway.

Hidden from view, your gaze narrowed as the figure turned back to his locker to pack up for the day. The sight of his side profile—soft jawline, focused expression, and completely unaware of your presence—only fueled your anger further.

How dare he interfere and get you in trouble? Who did he think he was?

Seething in silence as you watched him leave, you made a silent vow to remember his face—to exact revenge when the opportunity presented itself.

No one challenged your authority without facing the consequences.

The encounter with the nameless savior did more than just bruise your ego; it sparked a fiery obsession within you. His unassuming demeanor and fluffy green hair, coupled with his audacity to challenge your dominance, marked him as your next target.

In the weeks that followed your initial encounter, every moment not spent in class or detention was dedicated to gathering information on him.

You observed him from a distance, noting his routines, his interactions, and the way he seemed to drift through the school, almost invisible to everyone but you.

It was during lunch one day, as you sat in the crowded cafeteria with your lackeys, that you spotted him again. He was at the other end of the room, sitting alone, his lunch tray untouched in front of him as he pored over a notebook, completely engrossed in whatever he was writing.

The sight of him, isolated yet content in his solitude, piqued your interest even further.

In a moment of passing curiosity, you leaned over to a Beta—Kaminari Denki—sitting next to you, one of the many who sought to curry favor with you. You asked nonchalantly, "Who's that?" nodding subtly in the direction of the green-haired Omega, not wanting to draw too much attention.

Denki's eyes lit up at the opportunity to provide information, eager to gain your approval. He darted his eyes towards the mentioned male, then back to you, a frown forming on his lips just looking at him alone left a bad taste in his mouth. "That's Midoriya Izuku," he said, his voice laced with a hint of disdain. "He's an Omega, but thinks he's something special. Always going on about being a hero, as if he could ever stand a chance."

Interest piqued, you continued to watch Izuku, your curiosity deepening with the Beta's every word. "He's a target for bullies, especially Bakugo Katsuki. But it's his own fault, always trying to play the hero, sticking his nose where it doesn't belong," Denki added, his frown deepening.

The mention of Katsuki, an alpha known for his volatile temperament, intrigued you further. "Bakugo, huh?" you mused more to yourself than to the Beta beside you.

"Yeah, and Midoriya just takes it. Never fights back. Thinks he’s being noble or something," Denki scoffed, shaking his head in disapproval. "It's pathetic, really. He's delusional; he thinks he can actually challenge an Alpha and make a difference."

This newfound information provided by the Beta painted a complex picture of Izuku that was both intriguing and slightly infuriating. Here was an Omega who dared to dream beyond his societal station, exhibiting a resilience and determination that was, in its own way, admirable.

Yet, according to the Beta, his actions were seen as foolish, a futile attempt at heroism.

As you turned your attention back to your meal, your thoughts churned.

Your gaze lingered on Izuku for a few moments longer before you turned back to your meal, your thoughts racing. The more you mulled over the Beta's words, the more your initial intrigue twisted into disdain.

Knowing Izuku was an Omega, the very notion that he dared to challenge the societal hierarchy—and by extension, you—ignited a deeper sense of animosity within you.

How dare he dream beyond his station, and more audaciously, act in ways that subtly defied the unspoken rules that governed your world?

The very idea that Izuku, with his quiet demeanor and lofty aspirations, could consider standing up to the likes of you or even imagine himself as a hero was almost laughable. It was a direct affront to the natural order, to the superiority you had been taught from birth was your birthright as an Alpha.

As lunch continued, you found yourself stealing glances at Izuku, each look fueling your growing resentment. His mere presence, the way he carried himself with a quiet confidence, unaware of or perhaps indifferent to the social turmoil around him, grated on you.

In your world, Omegas were subservient, not silently rebellious or aspirational beyond the roles prescribed to them. Izuku's defiance, however passive, was a blemish on the natural hierarchy you upheld.

You resolved then, with a cold certainty, to put Izuku Midoriya in his place. It wasn't just about reasserting your dominance anymore; it was about reinforcing the very principles that you believed made the world turn.

If Izuku represented a challenge to those principles, then it was your duty, as an Alpha and as a defender of the status quo, to quash that challenge.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch and pulling you from your reverie. As you stood up, tossing your trash into the bin, your mind was already weaving plans.

Midoriya Izuku, you're gonna learn your place...one way or another.

Finally, you found the right time to confront him.

It was a regular day, the sun sinking below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and pink as clubs dispersed for the evening.

You had meticulously positioned yourself near Izuku's locker, blending in with the dwindling crowd, waiting like a predator lying in wait for its prey.

Your eyes never left the spot where you knew he would appear, each passing minute only heightening your anticipation.

The hallway began to empty, the once-bustling corridors now quieting to a low murmur as students made their way home.

That's when you saw him moving with an almost cautious gait, his steps quiet and measured. He didn't notice you at first, too absorbed in gathering his things.

Perfect.

You watched him for a moment longer, letting the tension build, savoring the sense of control that came from knowing he was oblivious to the storm about to descend upon him. As he turned to leave, you chose that moment to step out from around the corner, your presence like a shadow creeping into his awareness.

"Izuku, was it?" you called out, your voice slicing through the lingering chatter of departing students. You took slow, deliberate steps toward him, each one echoing ominously in the almost empty corridor.

The sound made several remaining students glance your way, but seeing who you were, they quickly averted their gazes and hurried along, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire.

Izuku froze mid-step, his body tensing as he recognized your voice. His head turned, eyes wide and wary as he took in your approaching form.

For a split second, he looked almost hopeful that you might walk past him, that this confrontation could be avoided. But when your predatory smile widened, that hope faded, replaced by a resigned resolve that only served to fuel your desire to break him down.

Immediately, you sought to intimidate him, a tactic you knew all too well.

You wasted no time, your hand shooting out to knock his belongings from his grasp. The books and papers scattered across the floor, some of them sliding under the lockers with a harsh scraping sound. Izuku barely had time to react before you were upon him, using your smaller frame to back him up against the cold metal of his locker, effectively cornering him.

Despite the fact he was taller than you, he hunched his shoulders, his gaze flicking to the floor as if he could somehow make himself smaller, less noticeable, less of a target. But there was something in his eyes, a flicker of something that wasn't quite fear—was it defiance? Courage? Or merely resignation to yet another confrontation?

Your eyes narrowed as you studied him, your lips curling into a sneer. "It's come to my attention that a little Omega like you've been playing hero," you began, your tone dripping with mockery, each word laced with venom. You let the word "hero" hang in the air, your voice inflecting it with such disdain that it twisted the concept into something ugly and laughable.

"Standing up for those who can't stand up for themselves?" you continued, stepping closer, invading his space until there was barely a breath between you. "Is that it, Midoriya? Is that what you think you are? A hero?" You drawled the word out slowly, your lips pulling back in a cruel smile as you leaned in, eager to see his reaction to the bait you were laying out before him.

Izuku's jaw tightened, his eyes darting to the scattered papers on the floor, and then back to you. He straightened slightly, a flash of that defiance surfacing as he met your gaze head-on. "I'm just doing what's right..." he said quietly, his voice steady despite the slight tremor in his hands. "...helping those who need it."

You scoffed, your hand darting out to grip his chin, forcing him to look at you. "Helping?" you echoed, your voice a harsh whisper. "You really think you're some kind of hero, don't you? How dare you even think of being a hero and saving others when you can't even save yourself from a simple bully?"

You shoved his chin away roughly, satisfaction sparking in your chest as his head hit the locker with a soft thud. He winced but didn't back down, his green eyes glaring at you with a stubbornness that was both infuriating and oddly intriguing.

"Bakugo Katsuki, if I'm not mistaken, yeah?" you sneered, crossing your arms over your chest as you tilted your head to the side, your eyes gleaming with malice. "Isn't he the one who's always putting you in your place? Always reminding you of what you really are?"

Mentioning Katsuki was a low blow, an attempt to remind Izuku of his vulnerabilities and failures. You watched him closely, searching for any sign that your words had found their mark—a flicker of hurt, a moment of hesitation, something that would show he was affected.

His reaction was immediate. His usually slouched frame straightened, and he turned to face you fully, his expression unreadable, a blank mask that gave nothing away.

"Everyone deserves someone to stand up for them, no matter their status," Izuku replied, his voice steady and firm, a stark contrast to the mocking tone you had used.

Bingo.

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound sharp and echoing off the walls of the nearly empty hallway. "And what about you, Midoriya?" you taunted, taking a step closer, deliberately invading his personal space, your eyes gleaming with malicious amusement. "Who's gonna stand up for you?" You let the words hang in the air for a moment, watching as his gaze narrowed slightly, his fists clenching at his sides.

"Seems to me like you could use someone to protect you from, well... people like me," you sneered, your voice dripping with false sympathy. You leaned in, your breath brushing against his cheek as you whispered, "So tell me, how does it feel knowing no one's coming to save you?"

There was a slight narrowing of Izuku's eyes. However, his stance remained unchanged, unwavering in the face of your provocation. "I don't need saving. Not from you or anyone else," his voice carried a quiet confidence that seemed to fill the space between you, a confidence that made your stomach twist with irritation.

The boldness of his statement was grating, coming from someone you perceived to be just another Omega, someone who, by all accounts, should have been easy to dominate and intimidate.

Yet here he was, standing his ground, challenging the very foundations of the hierarchy you had been taught to uphold.

The audacity of his response fueled your anger further. With a swift movement, you shoved him into the locker, the metal clanging loudly as you gripped the front of his uniform, your face inches from his. "Careful, Omega," you growled, your voice a low, dangerous rumble, your nose flaring with barely restrained rage. "You might wanna watch your tone. Because from where I'm standing, you look like you need saving."

You expected him to cower under your grip, to look away, to show the fear you craved to see in his eyes. But instead, he did something that made your breath catch in your throat.

In a flash, the roles reversed.

Izuku's quick movement caught you off guard, and before you knew it, you were the one pressed against the lockers, his forearm pinning you there with surprising strength. The sudden shift left you momentarily stunned as you tried to comprehend what had just happened.

"I'm tired of people like you," he began, his voice calm, but there was a sharpness to it that cut through you like a blade, "thinking they're so much better than everyone else because of their second gender. Power isn't determined by your status. It's how you choose to wield it." There was a fire in his eyes, a smoldering intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

"You think you can intimidate and bully others just because you're an Alpha?" he continued, his voice rising slightly, a passionate edge creeping into his tone. "That's not strength. That's weakness."

Your inner Alpha bristled at the accusation, a growl building in your throat as you prepared to push him off, to reclaim your position, to put him back in his place. But then, Izuku did something completely unexpected, something that no amount of physical strength could have prepared you for.

He leaned in closer, his body pressing against yours, his presence overwhelming in a way that was almost confrontational, yet, it wasn't his proximity that disarmed you—it was the sudden wave of his Omega pheromones that enveloped you.

The scent hit you like a tidal wave, immediate and overwhelming, strikingly fresh and minty with an undeniably "green" essence to it. It was like standing in the heart of a rainforest just after a heavy downpour, surrounded by the lush, vibrant life of countless plants and trees, their leaves heavy with dew.

The smell of early morning grass, wet and alive, filled your nostrils, inexplicably drawing you in, making your mouth water and your gums tingle with a tender sensation as your canines instinctively elongated, reacting to the potent biological cues Izuku's pheromones were sending.

As the scent enveloped you, a warmth unfurled in your lower stomach—a sensation both foreign and intoxicating. It was as if Izuku's pheromones were reaching out, threading through your psyche for the dormant feral instincts.

Your legs wobbled slightly, a haze settling over your mind as the primal part of you responded to the Omega standing before you, challenging the very notion of Alpha superiority with nothing but his natural Omega essence.

His smirk, slight and knowing, seemed to say he was fully aware of the effect he was having on you, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and something darker. "You know…" he began, his voice now carrying a weight that demanded attention, "I've been watching you for some time. Your arrogance, your belief in your own superiority… it's quite extreme. Maybe even stronger than Kacchan's."

He took a step closer, his presence enveloping you in a way that felt both intrusive and enlightening. "I've never understood why Alphas like you are so haughty, acting as if they're the epitome of strength and power." His words were calm, almost contemplative, as if he were merely stating a fact, his fingers lightly tracing the line of your jaw, the touch sending a shiver down your spine.

You found yourself unable to move, not just because of the physical barrier he had placed between you and freedom moments ago, but because of the invisible hold his presence now commanded.

Your instincts screamed at you to fight back, to reclaim control, but your body refused to obey, your mind clouded by the overwhelming scent that seemed to seep into every fiber of your being.

Izuku leaned in slightly, his voice a whisper yet loud enough to echo in the now silent hallway, carrying a mix of amusement and a hint of something more profound. "The truth is… Alphas like you bend to the will of Omegas like��� me."

Before you could process his words fully, Izuku reached out, his fingers deftly catching a curl of your hair, twirling it gently between his fingers. The proximity allowed him to lean in close, his nose just inches from the side of your neck, where your scent gland pulsed with a mix of emotions.

"You're no longer in control here," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Izuku's eyes bore into yours, his gaze unwavering, a quiet determination burning in their depths. "Not anymore."

The intimacy of the gesture, the way he invaded your personal space, left you frozen, caught off guard by the intensity of the moment. His eyes, sharp and clear, met yours as he pulled back, leaving behind a confusing mix of emotions and an unexpected desire to hear more of what he had to say.

"Since you want control so badly," Izuku said, his voice lowering, a clear challenge in his tone, "then I'll show you how it feels to lose it." His eyes flashed with a distinctive Omega yellow, a bold sign of his defiance.

Instinctively, your eyes flashed red in response, a primal reaction to the challenge in front of you.

But despite your anger and the instinctual urge to assert your dominance, Izuku's pheromones had done their work. They wrapped around you, clouding your senses, leaving you momentarily incapacitated, unable to act on your aggression.

Izuku leaned closer, his eyes half-lidded, a wicked smirk spreading across his lips. "What's wrong? Not feeling so tough now, huh?" he teased, his voice a mocking whisper as he ran his nose along the sensitive spot of your scent glands causing you to hold back a shiver.

His mocking tone cut through the haze of pheromones, the humiliation of being outmaneuvered by an Omega sharp and bitter. The proximity, his scent mingling with yours, the heat of his breath against your skin—it all served to disorient and dominate, making it clear who held the power in this moment.

The irony wasn't lost on you.

Here you were, the Alpha, supposed to be in control, and yet Izuku, the so-called weak Omega, had turned the tables, leaving you completely at his mercy.

His actions were unlike anything you had ever experienced, challenging everything you thought you knew about Alphas and Omegas. Izuku was rewriting the rules, showing you that true power didn't come from brute strength or titles, but from the ability to turn the situation in your favor, no matter what.

He pulled back slightly, his lips curved into a satisfied smirk, his eyes gleaming with amusement at the effect he'd had on you. "I kind of like you like this—quiet, easy to handle," he murmured, his gaze sweeping over you, taking in your disheveled appearance, your shallow breaths.

You hadn't expected Izuku's pheromones to hit you so hard. It was as if your body was caught between two instincts: the need to dominate, to regain control, and a strange willingness to submit, to follow his lead.

The battle raging inside you was almost painful.

Izuku hummed softly to himself, muttering as if deliberating his next move. After a few moments, his eyes snapped back to you, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Hm, since you were so worried about my safety against Kacchan, how about you be a good Alpha and protect me, yeah?" he asked sarcastically, tilting his head.

Before you could react, Izuku forced your mouth open and tilted your head back, exposing your elongated canines. It took you a moment to realize what he was doing, but by then it was too late. He yanked you closer, pressing his neck to your mouth, forcing you to mark him.

The sensation was electric, overwhelming every sense you had. Your body moved on its own, instinct taking over as your canines sank into his skin. As your teeth pierced his skin, a bond formed between you two, something ancient and undeniable. It was a connection that went beyond the physical, reaching down to the very core of your being.

The moment was brief, yet it felt like it stretched on forever, marking him in the most primal way an Alpha could claim an Omega.

The rush of sensations was like nothing you'd ever felt before. Heat surged through your veins, filling you with a warmth that was both comforting and electrifying. It was as if every part of you was alive, buzzing with an energy that pulled you closer to him, connecting you in a way that was beyond words.

Your protective instincts, which had lain dormant, now surged to the forefront of your mind, chanting a relentless mantra of 'mine, mine, mine, mine.'

It was as terrifying as it was exhilarating.

Your arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer, as if you could somehow merge with him completely. You bit down harder, not out of anger, but to solidify this bond, to make it known to both of you that this connection was unbreakable.

It was a declaration, a promise that he was yours, and you were his, in a way that neither of you could deny...

As soon as the act was done, Izuku stepped back, a hand gently touching the spot you marked, his eyes gleaming with that Omega yellow. "See, not so good being on the other end, is it?" His voice was laced with a victorious tone, yet there was an undercurrent of something else—something that didn't match the triumphant look in his eyes.

You stood there, shocked, your own eyes still flashing red, a mix of anger and confusion swirling within you.

The implications of what just happened began to dawn on you slowly, the reality that you just marked an Omega—a clear sign of claiming him as yours.

What were you going to do now? The school's dynamics would shift undoubtedly once word got out. Typically, the marking of an Omega by an Alpha was a significant event, often announced and accompanied by a period of courtship, a public declaration of mutual respect and intention.

But this? This was entirely different.

An Alpha marking an Omega out of the blue, especially under such unconventional and unexpected circumstances, was unheard of.

And not just any Omega, but Midoriya Izuku, the one Omega who had stood up to you, challenged you in a way no one else dared.

Your interactions with Izuku had been minimal at best, characterized more by conflict than any form of camaraderie or courtship. The school would be buzzing with rumors and speculation, none of which would likely be favorable or understanding of the situation's complexity.

Izuku adjusted his uniform, the wicked smile never leaving his face. "Well, I guess this changes things, doesn't it? I'm curious to see how you'll handle this." With that, he picked up his things, leaving you alone in the corridor, your mind racing with thoughts.

You were so used to being in control, to having others bend to your will. Yet here you were, outmaneuvered by an Omega who not only challenged you but also forced you into a situation that you never imagined possible.

As you watched Izuku walk away, a part of you knew this was only the beginning. You had to figure out what this meant for you, for him, and for whatever strange, twisted relationship you now found yourselves in.

The school, your friends, your family—they would all have opinions on this, but for now, all you could do was stand there, trying to process the whirlwind of events that just unfolded.

This was not how you expected your day to end, marked by an Omega, your pride wounded, yet a part of you couldn't help but feel intrigued by what Izuku said.

What did this mean for you? And more importantly, how were you going to face him tomorrow?

A/N: omg y'all, i got it bad for izuku, but let me know if you'd like a part 2 👀

[oneatlatime]

Appa's Lost Days

Dare I hope?

You know, if ten year old me had turned on my TV to watch my weekly dose of Avatar and been greeted with a nearly two minute long uninterrupted sequence of a frightened and distressed animal being mistreated, that TV would have turned right back off again.

I don't buy that a ten tonne bison who has the leverage of his own weight as well as his airbending abilities would succumb to so few people.

Name one other character that Avatar has presented as so thoroughly without any redeeming characteristics. Even Zhao was at least kind of funny. Everything about the chucklehead on the left is rotten to the core. "What's your dad going to do when he finds out we broke his stuff while doing crime?" "Nothing. It's not his stuff; it's previous crime."

I thought beetle-headed was a commentary on their intelligence, but it's actually a description.

I'm rapidly coming to the conclusion that I should have waited to get my hopes up until I came to an episode called Appa's Found Days. Is this whole thing going to be a series of near misses with the Gaang?

You know, if I had a nickel for every time an animal companion on this show has been threatened with a trip to the butcher's, I'd have two nickels. In the space of two episodes.

This is not fun to watch guys.

Not if I break you first asshole.

The way this Nurse Ratched type circus guy says "earn it" is chilling.

Of course the Fire Nation would find a way to turn bending into animal abuse. Of course.

a) that cage is way too small b) who knew cabbage suction could be so cute?

Completely unsubtle parallel with the boy here, right down to the complete disregard they show to the threats thrown their way.

Stubborn and wilful are not adjectives I would use to describe Appa this episode, or ever.

Wind buffalo. Wind Buffalo. Really? Was Fart Cow taken?

That's a very relatable facial expression.

That makeup and costume is awful.

Now that's satisfying.

Is the Fire Nation kid voiced by Aang's voice actor?

Nevermind. THAT'S satisfying.

I was right - this episode is Appa always being a step behind the Gaang.

Baby Appas! This almost makes this episode worth it!

It's funny how a single feature can contribute so much to a character's design. Arrowless Aang is just some kid. Let me rephrase that, since such a big part of Aang's character is the fact that he's just some goofy kid. Arrowless Aang is indistinguishable from other kids for the first time this series, because every other time we've seen him on screen he's either the only child airbender with his arrows, or the only airbender left.

Lady monks. Nuns? I don't think I've seen those before.

Appa and Aang share a dreamscape? That could be useful.

There's dumb, there's really dumb, and then there's 'wake a completely asleep and therefore harmless unknown creature with threats of violence' dumb.

Close call for Iroh. Do you think he's suspected that Appa (and presumably the Avatar) haven been in Ba Sing Se this whole time?

Bipedal Appa is strange. A very effective fighter, but strange to look at.

I'm amazed that giant boar thing walked away from that.

And now they're hitting me with an 'Appa's given Up' montage. Someone who works on this show hates me.

*Heroically refrains from ranting about the impracticality of using white fabric for an active warrior's glove.*

"This could be our most important mission yet." Foreshadowing?

Did Suki and Appa actually meet at any point in the Warriors of Kyoshi episode?

Turns out 'Aang' is a magic word.

Appa kisses!

Appa is apparently legally banned from having anything good for more than five minutes. Although it's good writing that they're using a previously established weakness - Appa's shedding - to bring the danger ladies back in.

I guess they have Azula drop the line about her brother to remind the audience of who she is, but surely Suki's like "Who are you? Who's your brother? Why should I care?"

Azula going after the Kyoshi warriors is completely unnecessary right? The Avatar isn't there. Neither are Zuko and Iroh. It doesn't even net her Appa. She's just looking for someone to beat up.

WOW this is bad writing. Like really bad. My Immortal levels of bad.

Would it be too much to ask for the Kyoshi warriors to do even slightly ok against the Azula ladies? Couldn't they at least get a couple of hits in?

Kudos to Suki for essentially sacrificing herself and her warriors to save Appa. 'Most important mission yet' was a bit on the nose.

Out of options, Appa goes home. Ouch.

Someone explain this to me. Air Bison teething ring?

My what a human sounding cough you have buddy.

This is why you don't use Air Bison as guard dogs.

I like what this Guru is saying. Fear displacing trust but not love feels more accurate than how I usually see the consequences of trauma discussed.

The music playing throughout this sequence fits so well. I think it's some sort of metal thing you hit - I want to say a variation on tubular bells, and maybe something Glockenspiel adjacent? It's unlike anything I've heard in this show before and it fits so well that I'm nerding out a bit.

Disney princess Guru. Aang has Disney princess moments too. Maybe it's an Air Nomad thing?

No wonder the monks built a temple here. Even destroyed, it's gorgeous.

And Appa decides to trust again. I love it when an animal visibly comes to a decision about your trustworthiness.

This energy reading stuff makes sense given that Aang and Appa already share a dreamscape.

He IS a great beast. The best!

OH COME ON

Someone whip up a wanted poster for Long Feng: Cattle Rustler. It had also never occurred to me that he was an earthbender.

That flip move with the earthbending platform must have caused Appa to land on his back. I bet that hurt.

One of the times I am very grateful that the closing credits music is so upbeat.

Final Thoughts

@aboutiroh I see why you recommended I save my chocolate for this episode.

The Tale of Momo was really just a preparatory taste of things to come, huh? Almost a microcosm of this episode.

This is the first episode where I had to take breaks while watching. Especially the circus sequence, I think I got up twice to do things like get a cup of tea and stare randomly out windows at squirrels. I didn't even have to do that with Zuko Alone, despite freaking out a lot about it, because at least that episode took breaks from the child abuse to check in with Aang being miserable. This episode was unrelenting.

If I had seen this episode when I was the age of the target audience, this may well have turned me off the show for good. If my Mom had seen this episode, I would have been banned from watching the show entirely. Not a decision I'd agree with, but my Mom is the type of person who banned her kids from watching Bambi.

To watch through all of that unrelenting animal (at best) unhappiness, and still not get Appa back at the end of the episode? That's a bit much. It's not often that this show ends its episodes without at least a little bit of something positive.

Once again, the music did a lot of heavy lifting this episode. The animal noises weren't quite as emotive as the ones in Momo's Tale, but Appa's face is more expressive, and more was shown through his expression than through Momo's, so I feel like this episode had just as much non-verbal animal communication as Momo's Tale.

I think I'm renaming season 2 "the Suki redemption arc." I really didn't like the Warriors of Kyoshi episode, and I didn't like what her character did in that episode. But every time Suki appears in season 2? She absolutely nails it.

The show since losing Appa has taken to wallowing. Even with bright spots like the poetry bouncer, the overall tone since Appa's appanapping has been ever more dark. If this keeps up for many more episodes, it will no longer be fun to watch.

Somehow I don't think this one is going on my rewatch list.

[katzkinder]

Btw I think that while Tsuna will refer to Reborn as his mentor in polite company with people he isn’t familiar with, his primary mode of association with regards to his relationship with Reborn is that they’re friends.

Reborn meanwhile will almost always refer to Tsuna as his student no matter the circumstances and for him it’s about saying “back off, he’s under my protection”

Same with Dino

When he calls them his students to their faces, he’s saying “if it comes down to it, you can ask me for help. I’m a teacher; it’s my duty to protect you when you can’t do it alone”

But i don’t think that’s really something Tsuna understands because reborn doesn’t talk like a normal person. Use your words little man. Say it to his face because otherwise I think it’s pretty easy for Tsuna’s history of bullying and his own anxiety surrounding the possibility of Reborn’s disappearance from his life (that Future Arc basically is going to make a lifelong fear) to lead him down really negative paths of self thought, especially because Reborn is… The way he is.

Of course, if Reborn could use his words, he probably wouldn’t have spent so much of his life as a goddamn baby. Unfortunate that this also comes at the expense of Tsuna and Dino’s ability to look at him and feel secure that he loves them because, to Reborn, he thinks it’s perfectly obvious

But his gentle is something they’ve only ever experienced as something harsh. They don’t know just how cruel he can really be, because he really didn’t want them to.

He still doesn’t. He’s still a coward after all, and Tsuna’s bright and burning bravery in the form of his kindness and idealism is something that is equally frightening and enchanting to him. He can’t build himself a family, but the both of you can.

And before he knows it he’s part of Tsuna’s, the one with the little f, the one that will hold itself together whether Tsuna is mafia or not.

Basically, they’re all a mess and Tsuna and Dino are chasing approval they don’t realize has long been given to them. He’s not here because he doesn’t trust Tsuna to not screw it up, he’s here because he wants to be with him.

Something Dino understands and might even resent a little because despite Reborn’s rather abusive methods towards raising him, it’s only because of him that Dino was able to become anything, was able to defend his town, able to avenge his father. He looks at reborn and he sees his own salvation.

But he wasn’t good enough to keep him there with him, as part of his own family, and witnessing Tsuna grow and evolve and become the person he was always meant to be, he gets it. His little brother is truly an amazing person no other can compare to

Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Sweet nothings

Batman: "You are a beautiful and caring person. You have a smile that can melt even the hardest of hearts and a wonderful personality. Your laugh is contagious, and your hugs feel like heaven on earth. You have the ability to make anyone feel special and loved. You are loyal, dedicated, and have a deep sense of kindness and compassion. You are the kind of person that makes this world a better place. You make everyone around you feel loved and happy. You have a special gift of brightening up everyone's day. You're amazing."

Superman: "You are a kind and compassionate person, always willing to help those in need. You are also incredibly intelligent and have a great sense of humor. You are a person who is always evolving and growing and always up for an adventure. You have a strong sense of justice and are always standing up for what you believe in. You are a person who can always find the good in the world around them and always try to bring out the best in others. You are a person of great value, and the world is lucky to have you."

Aquaman: "You're like a big teddy bear. You're caring but very firm. You always have a plan, and you're very organized. You're a perfectionist, and you like being in control of everything. You are very patient and generous. You're a hard worker, and you always give your all in everything you do. You're very intelligent and you always think outside the box. You are a natural leader, and you are always there to help and support those around you. You are a very caring and kind person with a ton of love to give."

Wonder Woman: "The most charming, charismatic and wonderful person of the universe. You’re funny, kind, smart, and extremely cute. Every single thing you do is interesting and beautiful. Your presence always brings happiness and light to this world, and you’re an absolute delight to be around. You’re the best person ever, and i love you so much."

Shazam: "You’re one the most unique people I know. You don’t care what people think of you, and you aren’t afraid to be yourself. You’re smart, you’re compassionate, and have the ability to see things from different perspectives. You make an effort to always see other people’s side of things, even if it’s not easy to do so. And you stand up for what you believe in, even in the face of adversity. You’re an amazing person who brings a lot to the table, and I’m glad to know you."

Flash: "You are a unique and interesting person. You have a passion for life and can always find something positive and exciting to do. You are a true optimist and can see the best in any situation. You are also a compassionate and kind individual who finds a way to help those who need it the most. You are someone who is well respected and admired by those around you. You're also someone who is confident in who you are and what you want to accomplish. You're a true joy to be around, and it's no wonder people are drawn to you."

Nightwing: "You are a lovely, sweet-hearted and caring person who is very friendly and generous. You are always there to lend a helping hand to those in need and are always considerate towards the feelings of others. You are a person who likes to listen, and you always have the right words of encouragement and reassurance when someone is feeling down or needs a little pick-me-up. You are also a person who likes to have fun and always has a good sense of humor and a cheerful disposition. You are also a very confident and self-assured person who knows your own worth and values."

Red Hood: "I love the way you look when you’re scared, like a little scared animal. The way you look at me with that frightened look in your eyes makes me want to hold you in my arms and never let you go. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and you make the stars look dim. You’re the most perfect thing to ever exist, and I’ll never let anything happen to you again."

Red Robin: "You’re funny, kind, beautiful, brave, and caring. You’re honest and true. And you have an incredible smile. You make me feel so safe. You’re the whole package and can care for yourself better than most. You don’t need anyone’s approval, which is impressive. You’re one special person."

Robin: "There are many things to say about you. You have a large and beautiful mind with a deep imagination. You are intelligent, and you are driven to learn more and more about everything. You are very kind and thoughtful towards others, and you are always trying to make this world a better place. You have an enormous heart, and you have a strong vision for your future. You are a special and unique person with so much to offer the world. I am certain you will be a source of inspiration for many people, and your life will be one of purpose and meaning. I am so proud of you and your journey."

Batgirl: "You’re funny, kind, beautiful, brave and caring. You’re honest and true. And you have an incredible smile. You make me feel so safe. You’re the whole package."

Superboy: "You are my moon and stars. Your smile is as bright as the sun. You're as beautiful as a rainbow. You are everything in my life. You are my universe, and I would do anything for you. You make my heart so happy, and I'm so grateful to have you. You are a treasure, and I'm the luckiest person in the world to have you. You've shown me the meaning of true love, and I'll never stop loving you. You're the one for me, and no one can ever compare. I'm so proud of what we have."

[gay-dorito-dust]

Ooooooo what about shy reader is girlfriend of billy Batson and adopted daughter and protege of Wonder Woman. I think it’s cool that Zeus gives Y/n powers like Wonder Woman, even flying and lasso of truth. Her code name will be like “Athena” or something since Wonder Girl is taken 🤷🏻‍♀️ Just (superhero) fluff

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This went hella off request but still I hope you enjoy it either way. also this is a long as one, so buckle in for that. 🦦

Living not only as the daughter but also the protege to the one and only Diana Prince, aka Wonder Woman, was never an easy task as many of the adoring public that would’ve killed to be in your situation made it out to be. It was anything but an heavenly paradise that they think it was, the glitz and the glamour were merely an guise used to evade the prying eyes from the hardships of being the child of a prominent superhero.

Everyone knew your name, everyone knew your face as it was just as heavily publicised alongside your mother’s, but you soon grew to realise that no one ever truly cared about you other then when the person your bore the same last name with was involved. You weren’t as bold, as striking in beauty nor confidence as Diana, no. You were on the opposite side of the spectrum to her and that’s what made you a shadow in the eyes of the public; Prince in name but never in the way you held yourself. You were so vastly different from your mother that many weirdos came up with an obscenely obscured conspiracy theory that you weren’t actually Wonder Woman’s child, instead that you were just some random kid with a similar power set that she just so happened to take on out of sheer convenience.

You couldn’t help that you were shy, meek and insecure. And sure Diana was a wonderful mother to you, always empowering you, encouraging you and helping you hone your abilities and offering you grand advice when you felt lost in it all but how could you possibly tell her that all these issues of uncertainty and doubt stemmed from the pressure placed on your shoulders of being her daughter? You couldn’t but yet your mother always seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to you and your well being it seems.

‘Y/n, dear.’

‘Yeah?’

Diana pats the space next to her, ‘come.’ You sit yourself down next to her, your form slightly more hunched compared to her straight, prim and proper form. ‘You’re still at unrest with yourself.’ She started before casting her eyes towards you. ‘Being my child has only made you hate the skin that you’re in and despite not telling me outwardly, your body language tells me all I need to know about your struggles.’ Your breath hitched in your throat but you seemed to lack the backbone to say anything in that moment, allowing your mother the go ahead to continue.

‘You shouldn’t heed the words of the outside, gifting them residence with your head for they opinions on you are not your responsibility to change. For they would always remain the same no matter what one does to contradict their comments, I have long since learnt that some people are more then willing to die on their hills,’ she placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, ‘you’ve just got to learn to not let them crucify you on them. For every they would crack under the weight of having greatness pressure upon them whilst you on the other hand have found the tools to stabilise yourself despite it all and because of that, you are every bit worthy of the name Athena.’ You swore you could’ve cried right then and then but instead chose to cling on tightly to your mother like you did whilst young.

Moving onto Billy now and needless to say he was more then happy to be your vocal piece when your own words failed you, to protect you when you yourself couldn’t because it made him like as though he was actually worth someone amazing and a beautiful and as badass like you. When in actuality he was more then frightened of someone like Jon Kent or Damian Wayne, second generation heroes of famous parents just like you, would swoop in and take you from him because they understood your circumstance better then an orphan in a foster home of 5 ever could.

Sure he had a crush on your mum but so did practically everyone else but Billy felt extremely special when you chose him out of everyone else to date, he felt as though he had been touched by fate or by an higher deity when you accepted to become his girlfriend. The boy was practically all dopey smiles and heart eyes for weeks afterwards which warded a frightened looking Freddy away for awhile, who claimed that his best friend and brother had been replaced by a shapeshifting villain.

For those weeks Billy felt lighter then air whenever you were nearby, his eyes practically beaming with life, with love, with adoration, so much so that he could honestly care less that he was becoming a walking cliche because any time Billy got to spend with you were the highlights of his life, not day, life. You had the supposed tough guy hooked with every laugh, chuckle or unintentional snort that trickled sweetly from your lips like ambrosia. Billy was more then willing to make a fool out of himself just to hear it again as though it were the first time all over again.

He was willing to fulfil your every wish, hanging off your every word as though it were gospel. If you had an shrine Billy would worship at the foot of it every day just to catch a glimpse of your beautiful form. To Billy, despite not wanting to consider himself a hopeless romantic, you were moulded by Aphrodite’s hands, wielded together by Hephaestus, gifted by the likes of Zeus and Athena, blessed with a fiery tenacity to defend and protect what was rightfully yours by Ares.

You were perfection in incarnate to Billy and he would let you know that in the most subtlest of ways throughout everyday life but in the moments where you need his comfort most, that’s when he chose to open his mouth and say all things that he’s been wanting to say but never was given the right opportune moment to do so.

While Billy was there for you in your times of need, you never failed to be by his side during his own time of need. Whether it be family related or Shazam related, you were always sat by his side in respectful silence because you knew that for Billy, opening up about what was ailing him was particularly the hardest part, so when he does, you come packing with the advice your mother has given you and even your own that you’ve accumulated from similar experiences.

You’ve come to hold the trust Billy put in you as the highest regard you’ve ever received because after hearing his life story, trust, loyalty, vulnerability and having someone who was going to be a constant in his life were just only some of the many things he was deprived of thanks in due to the abandonment of his parents. Which never failed in making you made to the point where your control over your powers almost became out of wack if it weren’t for Billy reigning you in.

You’ve became Billy’s support system as he became yours that even in the heat of battle you both never strayed too far from one another unless it was absolutely necessary or that you could handle the opposition without putting yourselves under too much strain on your parts. But it’s impossible to deny that Shazam and Athena were one hell of a duo, a duo that was taking Philadelphia by storm.

Billy, in my personal opinion, would love to keep you tucked against his side but this would only occur in the safety of the his room, he’s not massive on PDA other then small instances where your holding hands, he’s fine with that but anything else was strictly for the both of you only. Even during the instances where Freddy accidentally walks in on you both cuddling and being too couple like for his taste as he’d only just make a face and a passing comment.

Don’t worry he loves you both but really? Pda in his and Billy’s shared room? Leave room for Jesus or Zeus if that’s what you were going to do.

Billy would muck about with your lasso of truth but end up getting caught in it and whilst you laugh your ass off, he’d look at you with soft eyes and say, ‘your laughter is what heaven sounds like.’ And you’d immediately become flustered by the sincerity of his words and how he looked at you whilst trapped within the glowing rope of your lasso. ‘That’s just the lasso making you speak that Billy.’

‘No it’s true! Everything about you is what I think elysium would be like. Your beauty is godly that even when you wake in the morning, you steal my breath and I’m stuck to wonder what makes me so special. You could have someone like Jon Kent or Damian Wayne, yet you choose me, stupid Billy Batson who can’t even speak on my own accord without some outer interference forcing me to. I don’t deserve you y/n/n. I really don’t but that don’t mean I don’t love you because I do.’ He chuckles as some tears brim his green-brown eyes as his next words came out as a breathless chuckle. ‘I fucking do, so much. The lasso may make me says these things but it’s call the lasso of truth for a reason y/n.’

You then would help him free from the lasso before cupping his cheeks, pressing your forehead against his own as you whispered your own truth against his lips.

‘You’re all I need, you’re all I’ve ever wanted, I don’t want a Jon Kent or Damian Wayne…all I need is you Billy Batson. For my heart belongs to you eternally.’

[just-someone-who-likes-to-write]

...Story Imagine...

((Another angst story with K'uk'ulkan/Namor))

When he first saw (Y/n), she was trying to escape surface dwellers that were hunting her down. She did her best to swim as far from them as possible to the depth, but they had advanced weapons and tools, they shot a spear that i jured her causing her movements to slow down, then shot a net that wrapped around her as she struggled, and while the net was pulling her towards their boat slowly her frightened eyes met his confused ones.

"P..PLEASE!!...THEY'RE GOING TO KILL ME!!"

She pleaded, and the king didn't waste any time to hold on to the top on the net and cut it with his spear before helping her out of it and taking her with him back to his cave, she was unable to swim alone so he wrapped his arms under leg and back and carried her, upon closer inspection, he noticed that littering around her body and face were (F/c) scales, her nails were sharp and her fingers were webbed, and her pupils were slit.

Because of her appearance and the danger she faced, he believed she was another kind who also lived underwater, so he instructed his people to heal her wounds while underwater. But he was shocked when he saw her walking in his cave, on the surface with no need of water masks like his people. The scales were gone, showing her smooth skin, her nails looked normal and her fingers weren't webbed, and her eyes no longer had the unnatural glow and pupils were round. K'uk'ulkan would have been taking a defence stand if he was so intrigued.

Then she explained to him.

"My name is (Y/n), I'm a mutant from the surface. There are many of us, but each one has different abilities. Mine allows me to live underwater, to breathe, swim, and even hunt. But... there are people who hate us and decide to hunt us for sport, I don't know how they found out about me, but when they did, they tried to corner me, I tried to escape in the water but they chased after me."

She was crying at the last part, her body shaking with fear. When he tried to comfort her, (Y/n) started to thank him.

"I don't know who you are or your people, but thank you so much for saving me. And I know I ask too much, but can I please stay here for a while? UNTIL it's safe for me to leave, and then you'll never see me again, and I promise never to speak of your people AND!! and I also promise that I'm going to work hard while staying."

"There is no need to thank me, and you may stay as long as you wish, I trust you'd never speak of my people as for your offer of help, there is no need for you are our guest."

"No, I insist!"

And so (Y/n) tried to be as helpful as possible. She first she was limited to cleaning up the cave, but there was so little she could do there, especially with the other maids already there. Then, she decided to push her limits to the other Talokanil, helping them move stuff, clean , and even offer to sharpen their weapons, which was a disaster since she had never even held one before, but her action did not go unnoticed by Namora and Attuma who found her endearing.

After months, K'uk'ulkan trusted her enough to show her Talokan and all his people. She was amazed by everything she saw, and the people were weary of her, but seeing that not only their king but also his most trusted lieutenants trusted her, they started to open more to her. And true to her words (Y/n) tried to be helpful to the Talokanil, she'd help move stuff and care for anyone who needed it, even playing and looking after the kids when the parents needed to do an arrands or just rest in general.

Seeing his people trust and get along with her filled K'uk'ulkan's heart with joy and relief. He had his suspicious at first with her since she was a surface dweller in the end, but seeing her now....

"How is your stay so far?" He asked her as she was accompanying him in one of his patrols.

"It's very well, Thank you so much for allowing me to stay, the city, the people everything, and everyone has been so amazing."

"That's good to hear, although, I'll be honest when I say I did not expect you to get along with everyone so fast, mostly due to you not understanding out language."

"The language barrier is challenging at times, but... forget it."

"No, tell me."

"It's silly."

"Nothing is silly whe it comes to how you feel or think, tell me, In yaxil tun."

"Well, I might not speak your language, but in some weird way, I feel so connected with everyone here that I don't even need to speak to understand them, to know what they mean. I never felt so connected back home, and I speak the same language." She joked, but he can hear the pain behind it.

"What of your fellow mutants?"

"What fellow mutants? Just because there are others there doesn't mean we get along well, most of them just keep to themselves and hiding, others cause chaos by stealing or even killing normal humans or each other."

".... Is that why you were hunted back then? They believed you to be one of those who cause destruction?"

"Not really, some normal humans hunt us the sake of "peace" others do it for fun."

She explained, and K'uk'ulkan said nothing, not trusting the words that would come out with the rage and disgust that he was feeling at the moment towards the surface. But (Y/n) mistook his frown for something else.

"But don't worry!" She quickly started explaining. "They'll never know of Talokan. When I leave, I'll make sure that they keep away from that area, I'll scare them away."

(Y/n) said the last part while holding her claws up and hissing playfully in an attempt to look intimidating. But K'uk'ulkan found it adorable. He cupped her face, taking her by surprise as a soft look showed on his face.

"There will be no need to all of that."

"I...I know that you are strong enough to keep your people safe, but there is no harm to be extra carful...you know."

"No, I meant there will be no need for you to leave."

"But, I overstayed my welcome-"

"You are always welcome in Talokan, not as a guest but as part of us, you have been one of us for a long time now, In yaxil tun. And I speak for all of us when I say.... please don't leave."

He said as he slowly placed his forehead against hers. (Y/n) said nothing as she understood what he was implying. Her heart was beating fast as she tried her best to stay calm, enjoying the moment, but then she broke the silence.

"Hmm..what does it mean?"

"What?"

"That word you keep calling me, what does it mean?"

He smiled at her, his eyes filled with adoration.

"My pearl, for your scales glitter beautifully under the light, like a pearl."

After that, (Y/n) became a long resident of Talokan, and not long after that, she became their king's lover and then queen. Everyone was overjoyed. They celebrated for days, happy that not only do they have such a caring queen but also happy that their king finally found someone to love and call his own, but there was one Talokanil who wasn't found of (Y/n) like everyone else.

((I'm using "they" pronounce because I'm not sure if I should make this person man or a woman))

When she first came, they paid her no mind, thinking her stay is temporary since their king allowed her to repay his kindness. But after K'uk'ulkan announced her as a partner, they were mot pleased and even had few attempts to break their relationship, but it only seemed to strengthen it. Then, came the marriage announcement, they then decided that since she is mot fit to be one of them then they will try to make her be one.

They followed her around and told her of what is expected of her, what she should do and shouldn't do, and even criticised her. It wasn't long until K'uk'ulkan found out and gave a severe lecture to then followed by a warning and demotion of their position. Which only fueled the hatred towards (Y/n).

The final straw was when the king announced the queen's pregnancy.

The child would not be a true Talokanil. The child will have blood of a surface dweller running through their veins، so they decided to fix it and make not only the future heir but also the Queen to be worthy of Talokan.

They just needed to catch the Queen alone, which proved difficult for the king was very protective of her, not leaving her side and when he did he made sure to leave Namora or Attuma by her side. They started to grow anxious as the due date came closer, (Y/n) was so big already, but it came to their favour. The Queen was no longer strong enough to swim as before, so most of her time was spent resting in the King's chamber, so everyone sure that she was safe there.

Taking their chance, they took a plant with which their ancestors were given the gift to live underwater and grinded it, and hid it in the Queen's drink. They knew the story of their king's origin. They believed that this would purify not only (Y/n) but also the babe in her belly.

Their joy was short-lived as (Y/n) collapsed to the ground with sharp pain that altered Namora, who was coincidentally outside to check on the Queen. She hurried to her side and helped her stand to rest on the bed, but (Y/n) fainted and she wasn't breathing which scared Namora, she noticed the culprit try to run away but she chased after them and pinned them against the wall and scene caught K'uk'ulkan attention, who demanded the reason for it, when his lieutenant explained to him he wasted no time who race to his room followed by healers who tried to keep up.

But when he reached there (Y/n) was gone, and only sign of her existing there was a small puddle of blood, which made his fear and anxiety rise. He demanded everyone to find her.

It was chaos everyone tried to find the Queen, the soldiers searched outside in the ocean, while the rest of the people searched the capital, and K'uk'ulkan went as far as searching the surface, they searched for weeks but there was no trace of her.

When the king finally confronted the criminal, making them stand in front of all Talokan so they knew who was the reason for their queen's disappearance as well as their future heir. When they tried pleading themselves, explaining how they only wanted the best for Talokan's future, they were met with shouts of rage, insults throw at them, and some people even tried to break through in order to harm the criminal. They were in such shock by everyone's reaction that they didn't notice when the king himself floated near them with his spear in hand, when they tried to plead themselves one last time they couldn't even finish the sentence before K'uk'ulkan sliced their head in two and ordered for the body to be feed to the sharks. But even killing the one responsible didn't ease the pain he felt.

K'uk'ulkan went into great depression.

He never stopped searching, and neither did his soldiers. At some point, he was so desperate that even if he found her body, it would be enough if it meant an end to this continuous fear and anxiety. To know where she is and what happened to her, but after 2 years, he gave up. He neglected his people for too long, and their lives were not as long as his own. He did think about leaving his territory to search for her elsewhere, but he couldn't risk his people's safty.

So he stayed spending his days painting a murals of his love's image outside and inside water, her smiling, running, helping his people, playing with the other children, her on thier wedding day and finally her pregnant with thier child. He dedicated an entire room just for her.

Years passed

Half his people disappeared and then returned. Humans came searching for vibranium. Meeting the Wakandan royalty and then kidnapping their princess, who found the room dedicated to his wife while snooping around.

"She is beautiful."

"She was."

"...I'm sorry for your Loss, may I ask what happened."

"She was deceived, and I couldn't protect her as I promised her to do."

"...And the child?"

He didn't answer, and Shuri knew not to press the matter.

The war happened, and K'uk'ulkan lost, deciding to finally allow himself to heal from the pain of loss and anger he felt as the black panther advised him to.

2 years passed after the alliance, and K'uk'ulkan heard the familiar sound of the shell that he gave the previous queen to connect with him. Thinking it is time, K'uk'ulkan took Namora and Attuma with him as well as a handful of his soldiers to go to Wakanda. And on the shore stood Shuri with few of her own protection, not that she needed it.

"Greetings, black panther."

"Namor."

"Did you finally see my reason and is ready to bring the surface dwellers to thier knees?"

"I did not summon here to talk of war because there isn't one."

"...Then why am I here?"

She looked hesitant to answer, or maybe not finding the best words to tell him.

"It's better if you see for yourself."

Following her back to her home. Shuri brought K'uk'ulkan to what looked like a medical lab where there was a large water contained with people in suits surrounding someone. But that did catch his attention first. What caught his attention was that the little boy, who looked almost 12 years old, standing in front of the container with his hands pressed against the glass as a look of worry crossed his face.

The boy toon a defensive stand when he saw K'uk'ulkan and his people with him. The boy hovered over the ground, making the king take notice of the wings on the boy's ankles.

It couldn't be....?

Shuri was quick to calm the boy and assure him that they were here to help, that they were friends, not enemies. The boy returned to the ground, but his eyes still narrowed at the Talokanil with suspicious in them. Shuri then went to the container to ask what was happening. They assured her that she had a stable condition, his attention turned to the container again, and when they all slowly stepped away he was not ready to what he saw.

There, lying down on medical underwater bed, was his (Y/n), but she looked so different that if he didn't half her image pinned in his mind, he probably wouldn't have recognised her. The (F/c) scales that used to litter her body now covered almost every spot, her legs, which were severly broken, her now fins, her long nails became even longer and sharper, her (H/c) hair is now white with hint of (F/c) against the light, her skin was paler.

"The little kid pulled her to one of our shores. She was bloodied and bruised. She almost lost her legs. From what we understood, an American explorer team was digging in secret under the sea when the cave that the boy and the mother were in collapsed, and one of the rocks fell on her."

Shuri explained.

"When she was brought to me, she looked exactly like the murals you showed me.... but when we put her in the water because she wasn't breathing, her appearance changed. And that boy over there further proves what I was suspecting, and from your reaction, I can assume it is...them."

Shuri advised him not to be near (Y/n) because her situation is still sensitive, so K'uk'ulkan decided to get closer to the boy. The kid was still weary of him, but when he showed him his wings, the boy's eyes widened in shock, surely because it was the first time he saw someone else like himself. The boy looked almost like an image of K'uk'ulkan, but his eyes were of his mother and when he was ready to fight his eyes became slit like his mother's, a true son of the serpent king.

K'uk'ulkan didn't immediately tell the boy who he was to him but tried to connect. He introduced him to Namora and Attuma, explained how they breathed underwater, and fought like him, that there was a whole civilization underwater where he could play with other kids his age and enjoy other people's company that being alone. Then finally asked...

"I rule the ocean and seas, yet I never came across you before, where were you and my-... I mean, your mother was living?"

"I never knew there were other people underwater. It has always been me and my mother ever since I could remember. She taught me everything I knew.....I...I once ...i once saw a family of humans and..."

The boy hesitated, but held his head hight and continued.

"And I asked mother if I have a father..."

His implications were obvious, making K'uk'ulkan smile warmly at the boy but said nothing, and he allowed him to continue.

"But she told me she doesn't know...." Before the king could say anything, the boy explained. "Mother said she has no memory of her past, she remembered is great pain and then me and it was only us ever since."

K'uk'ulkan is facing a great challenge. Even though he found his beloved again as well as their son, they didn't know who he was and what is he for them. He could try to connect with them, but after years of solitude and then suddenly being surrounded by so many people, all at once is overwhelming to them.

When he finally told Shuri the story of the day (Y/n) disappeared, she concluded that the plant had a heavy side affect on her since she was already a mutant who could breath and survive underwater, forcing her to change into a creature who could only live underwater water that even her appearance and autonomy changed. But she will find a way to help her return to her old self.

Meanwhile, K'uk'ulkan will try to connect with his son to try and make the boy trust him to be close enough to his mother in hopes that she will remember him again. It will be difficult, but he knows this time he will never give up and will make sure that this time no-one would harm his family again.

(( I didn't give the boy a name because, if I gave him a Mayan name, it wouldn't make sense because the reader doesn't know Mayan, and I didn't know if it would be appropriate to give him an American name. If you have ideas, feel free to send me in my ask box))

[lirarey]

I miss Roxanne and Megamind's relationship.

They're one of the best couples in DreamWorks, really. But it's more interesting to think that they probably had a mutual attraction early on in the movie. Just imagine a slightly different conversation between them, where Megamind isn't pretending to be Bernard. Sorry if this comes off a bit dark.

Megamind can't stand the constant pangs of conscience because of what happened to Metro Man and goes out to the park, where, of course, no one has walked for a long time. He walks slowly, not looking where he's going, and collides with Roxanne. The girl instinctively steps back from him, fear flashing across her face. Megamind winces: he was used to exchanging some kind of jokes with her, he seemed to enjoy making her smile, but he had never seen her so amazed and scared.

"What, you want to destroy me too?" she asks bitterly. "Go ahead. I don't have the strength to fight."

"No!" Megamind almost screams and is frightened by his own outburst of emotions. "This shouldn't have happened. Never. Roxanne, you know me, I've never put you in any danger."

"Metro Man thought the same," Roxanne mutters, clutching the script of the upcoming news broadcast to her chest. "We're all so used to the fact that your fights never end in anything serious. Good luck in your triumph of victory."

"I'm really sorry. I wish I could fix it, but I just don't know how."

"It might have been better if you had never been here."

The words feel like a slap in the face. Megamind lets out a ragged breath, trying to hide the pain.

"Good idea. This city definitely doesn't need aliens with uncontrollable abilities."

Roxanne suddenly claps her hand over her mouth, realizing what she had suggested.

"No, no, no, you're not going to..."

"Yes. Maybe at least my..." He doesn't finish the sentence, but it's clear what word he meant, "will make you and everyone else happy."

Megamind slowly starts to walk away, tears welling up in his throat. He is definitely at his lowest point in his life. No one has ever told him that before. Even prison wouldn’t be the worst punishment for him.

There is only one exit here. One and quite exciting.

"I was happy during our meetings!" the girl suddenly says, forcing him to stop. "I always knew that everything would end well, that I would come home and write a script for the next news broadcast. But now... I don’t know what to do. No one knows. But not this."

"People used to avoid me just because I was different. They were right. I couldn't become good. Useful to someone. My only way out is evil."

Roxanne ponders the word "useful". She may not be as smart as he is, but she remembers how easily he could cheer her up with his jokes. That quality could come in handy in...

"You could become a journalist. To instill faith in all that is good in people."

"I can't. I killed him." Megamind turns around, but his face isn't as sad anymore.

"But maybe if no one knew it was you..." Roxanne begins to think, as Megamind smiles slightly.

“I can do it,” the man nods to himself with satisfaction. “But why do you need it?”

"I'm tired of being afraid and thinking about the worst future. Let's face it, I never thought of you as a real villain," she admits awkwardly.

Surprisingly, Megamind doesn't take offense at her words.

"You really want to improve my reputation through the media?" Megamind asks.

"For some reason, I think I won’t regret it."

Megamind blinks rapidly, not believing his ears: she believed in him.

They would then begin a joint investigation, during which they would become even closer. Metro Man's hideout would still be found, and he could send a message to the journalists that he was fine, but wanted a quiet life. And then the almost canonical ending.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Moonlit Butterfly AU

Before Yosano went to war, she worked at a sweet shop.

Her father was in an accident and died while at hospital, and Yosano and her mother fell on hard times.

Wanting to help her mother out with the expenses, Yosano managed to get a job at a local sweet shop.

The owners were an elderly couple who welcomed her in with open arms. Yosano enjoyed her time there, their weren't too many customers and she was allowed to take free samples home.

There was one customer that was... Werid. His name was Doctor Mori, his... Daughter? Elise would follow him around like any other child but there was something off about her.

Something off about them both.

But Yosano remained polite, she wanted to keep her job after all. Doctor Mori was always polite back, he'd ask questions about how she was doing and her family.

Yosano never understood why he seemed so interested in her. In a way she was thankful for it, she was a lonely kid.

One day the owner accidentally ate something he was allergic too. Doctor Mori went to help him but all Yosano stood there frozen. All she could think about was that this man was going to die.

And she couldn't let it happen.

The next thing Yosano knew was that the owner was fine. Completly fine, he thanked Yosano for saving his life. But Yosano didn't know what she'd done.

Doctor Mori took her aside as the paramedics checked over the owner. He told her about a special power called abilities, and that Yosano has an ability.

Yosano didn't believe him at first, it sounded like something out of a fairytale. But it was true... She'd saved a man from the brink of death.

She had an ability.

Things changed after that, Yosano noticed her mother wasn't happy about the news. She seemed frightened, Yosano didn't get why. Wasn't it amazing? She saved a life.

Her mother didn't seem to think so.

Doctor Mori did though.

He was escatic, there was a look in his eye as he praised her efforts. Yosano didn't question it, she was just glad someone treated her like a person.

"Yosano, if you could would you like to help more people?" Yosano paused from where she was stacking toffee. "I would" she said simply before frowning. "But my mother won't want me too, she doesn't like my gift."

'I dont think she likes me either' thinks Yosano but she doesn't voice that. There's that look in Mori's eye again, his smile looks off.

"Oh don't worry about her, this is your decision. Would you like to help others with your gift?"

Yosano agreed.

She hadn't even hesitated.

She doesn't remember what happened next. All she knows is the next thing she knows was that she was walking into a soilders barracks.

A red haired man was reading a book in the corner and a white haired boy, around her age. Yosano went to him, extending her hand.

"I'm Aikko Yosano."

The boy didn't understand she was asking for his name, no one had asked for it before.

But than he gave her his "Atsushi, Atsushi Nakajima."

Atsushi's backstory