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hibiscusseaart · 2 months ago

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huge ass post with MadaTobi Babies

its finally done, its almost 1 am, I started at 7 pm

OK SO HERE THEY ARE

So a little lore and then I'm gonna introduce them.

As you may remember from my earlier post, Tobirama (they married when he was 19) after the marriage, decided to create a child to tie Madara to him and the village stronger just in case Madara would try to leave the village. He couldn't destroy the village if there's his kid running around, right?

So Tobirama started learning biology pretty early in their marriage + Itama (@oh-no-its-bird 's one) helped a lot too. Mito helped with the seals to make an incubator. Tobirama didn't want a surrogate mother just because he was afraid that Madara would get attached to the mother of his children and he didn’t want that (plus he's jealous but doesn't realise it 🤭).

He created some sort of very real transformation jutsu that would trick his body to think that he has ovaries and he'd get the eggs that way! But he couldn't keep uterus and ect for 9 months, plus this jutsu is HARD to keep on for very long periods of time. It's easier to make a few organs from chakra that could produce real eggs than a whole new system. Plus Tobirama really didn't want to get pregnant and he wasn't sure he wouldn't fuck up his own body. Tobirama, with as gray morale as his, could just scrap failed embryo and start anew. He can't do that with his own body.

Anyway, incubator it is!

At first he did all of that in secret, stealing Madara's sperm (that's... a thing now) for his first experiments while they had sex. (Tobirama fucking Madara real hard that he’d pass out after and then take samples) ANYWAY

So he announced about his plans when the first stable and pretty healthy embryo was ready.

The first baby, Motoko! The melanin quee. She got all of it. Nothing left for her brother or sister. Ofc she's not THAT dark skinned, but she is for an Uchiha who are mostly white as a paper in canon.

(Tobirama is 21 for reference)

Her name literally means "Experiment seed first". Tobirama named this project this way for secrecy if someone would overhear his talks with Itama and Mito. It’d be Uchiha clan head’s child so hush-hush.

The name meanings + kanji! Hope I got them right, I have no japanese knowledge

oh and there is flirting with past and time in general in this name so it might be Tobirama reminiscing his first timeline. Like Motoko didn't even EXIST before.

So when he presented the embryo to Madara and Hashirama, they were ecstatic of course.

Madara almost cried. Hashirama became a river of tears.

Madara never really hoped for his own children since he married Tobirama cuz, well, they're both men. Doesn't really work that way. But Tobirama made it work and Madara is in love all over again.

Madara refuses to leave their future baby for a long time, just looking at them in the incubator. But the baby doesn’t need much there so Tobirama makes him leave and live a life while they’re waiting when the kid is ready.

Oh and Madara was SO against the name that basically means “experiment seed 1”. But when Tobirama asked if he got smth better, he ran away to his compound and tried to find the PERFECT names. He got lost in so many variations and never really decided. So when the kid was “born” (Tobirama just… took her out of the incubator*) and medics checked her, Madara took her in his hands, started crying and while he was having “A moment” Tobirama wrote her name as Motoko, cuz they needed it for administration and Uchiha clan.

*come to think about it, wouldn’t it fuck up a kid a bit? i mean, children develop under pressure of their mother’s organs and they’re in tight position. maybe test tube kids don’t really like to be wrapped in cloth? as i know ppl do that with newborns to imitate feelings like they’re in the womb.

But this name also can be read as “Festival child” so its kinda cute? Madara def told her that that’s exactly what her name means. No seed 1.

Interesting thing, when Tobirama made the baby, he thought he’d make a boy first, a heir. But something went wrong and the kid developed to be a girl. Tobirama was confused why. But technically, the kid is a boy with XY chromosomes but bc of their development and being a genetic experiment something went wrong and they developed as a female (its a real thing btw).

In the long run it didn’t really matter except that Motoko can’t have her own kids bc of all hormonal weirdness. And I don’t think that Tobirama would figure all of that out. He’d think he made some mistake when choosing gender, but kid was born healthy after all. Ofc when they found out that Motoko can’t have kids Tobirama will blame himself, that he ruined his daughter’s life. But she’s would be ok, she had her little siblings growing up and other clan kids so she’s done babysitting.

Okay for her personality! I think she’s kinda like Shisui? Very happy kid, spoiled rotten by her uncles (Hashirama and Izuna compete who is THE BEST uncle) and Tou-san (Madara). Btw Tobirama refuses to be called Kaa-san or any motherly terms. He’s barely holding a kunai in his pockets when Madara calls him wife.

But she’s also very Uchiha with temper and protectiveness. She was trained to be very much Uchiha cuz she’s the future clan head so her jutsu’s are strongly fire natured. Oh and her secondary nature is eath! She took it from the Senju side :)

Good sensor, but not as strong as her other siblings. Have really good chakra reserves and vicious on the battlefield.

Surprisingly looks really like Madara and Izuna’s mom. Her face is all that. Has soft dark hair and soft features. Considered to be very beautiful among Uchihas.

Oh and as you can see, I wrote that she has the Mangekyo. She got it when she was around 14. She was already really strong and cuz of her family, she got cocky. So, you ask me, who died? I think it’d be her female teammate (maybe from Hatake clan? idk I take suggestions) who she was in love with.

So yeah, she got a reality check. Because she got Mangekyo, Tobirama didn’t want her baby to lose her sight, so he improved his own seals that helped him with his albinism. Seals improve his sight and protect from the sun. So he drew Motoko tattoos on her face, like his. Years later it’d be a new feature of the main line.

But before that, when Motoko is 12 and Tobirama is 29, after 8 years of research (and possibly sealing/killing Black Zetsu in the meantime) he decided to try to make another kid. He still wanted a boy.

And he was successful. Meet Akemori! The Music King

The name was suggested by Hashirama. It means “red forest”. Red eyes, plus he sensed that the kid has a bit of mokuton!

But on the downside, Akemori was born an albino. Tobirama himself was really lucky, cuz he had a strong health and I hc that he still has healing abilities, but not as strong as Hashirama’s. But it still helped him in his childhood.

Not for Akemori tho. He was a sickly child, almost blind and burned on the sun easily. Tobirama had to put seals on him when he was about 3 years old. But even then his eyesight was still poor. Seals can’t fix everything.

Tobirama, once again, feels guilty that he didn’t notice any mistakes when he was creating the child.

And being born almost blind in Uchiha clan of all people wasn’t really nice. Though he is still clan head’s child and has a whole bunch of very powerful adults to protect him. Plus his older sister who loves him very much and wants to protect him from any harm.

But because of health issues Akemori was never really trained in shinobi arts. Well, he was trained (his fathers are literally… them) just that he could protect himself, but no one expected him to go on missions or even become a shinobi at all. Uchiha elders treated him as a potential political marriage pawn (even though Madara and Tobirama would never let them do that). Akemori caught on that and never had the motivation to become a shinobi at all. He was offended and said that he’d NEVER become a shinobi.

Madara was a little mad at that, cuz they’re SHINOBI clan, what the hell. But he shut up the second Tobirama sent him The Look. Tobirama was ok with Akemori’s wishes, like his twin and himself are shinobi by necessity, but they finds more joy in research.

Akemori was trained in Mokuton by Hashirama of course, even though Senju elders bitched about him selling clan secrets to Uchiha. But Hokage does what he wants.

Akemori’s mokuton isn’t as strong as Hashirama’s, plus he never really wanted to fight. But he was good with plants so he joined Itama-oji in his research a lot! Especially since Hashirama is busy with Hokage stuff, Itama was delighted to get a new helper.

Akemori is also a really good sensor because, like Tobirama, he had to compensate his bad eyesight. Basically, Akemori is a very Tobirama’s kid.

Surprisingly, he awakened the Sharingan! He was 6 and some foreign ninja (prob Kumo) thought it’d be cool to steal a kid with the Sharingan. Because of his naturally red eyes Akemori got stolen. Ofc when Tobirama felt his kid out of Konoha bonds, he sounded the alarm in the whole Uchiha clan to check on their kids whereabouts and was first to chase the kidnappers.

Kumo nin were killed by a very mad Tobirama and bc of the stress Akemori awakened the Sharingan. It wasn’t much of a use for him, since he’s not a shinobi. But at least Uchihas acknowledge him as a fellow Uchiha and not just Tobirama’s carbon copy.

(btw noone outside immediate family actually KNOWS where the kids coming from. They don't see any pregnant women in the main line house or anyone in the clan with the same time who gave birth these days. Tobirama himself or god forbid Madara aren't ever seen pregnant. Where the fuck kids are coming from? Do they just spawn in the house or what)

(they basically do spawn)

Sharingan helps Akemori to actually see! At least he could see something and could read. But stll, its not really strong, cuz not trained enough.

Basically Akemori is a perfect mix between Senju and Uchiha with Sharingan and Mokuton, but he was nerfed by albinism.

Being almost blind boy who can navigate only with his sensing, doesn’t gives him much hobbies. Ofc he helps Itama and he studies plants and medicine a lot with him, but he still needs a hobby. Books don’t work for him, any type of handicrafts too cuz he can’t just use Sharingan all the time, his head hurts and sometimes he doesn't want to remember a whole book perfectly. He’s also not very interested in training as a hobby.

So in his tweens while Itama and he were traveling (with Uchiha escort (prob Motoko) just in case) to the near town for some medicine and plants, he noticed (heard) a group of musicians and he fell in love.

Itama immediately bought him an instrument (maybe Biwa?).

And now the second son of Uchiha Madara became a musician! Isn’t it fun. Elders are furious.

Madara was baffled but “You do you, son. When you learn, show us? Oh and maybe you can copy someone else’s playing, but be discreet. They may not like that you’d try to copy their music. Shinobi don’t really like when we copy their jutsus too”

With age he learned to play several instruments (I take suggestions on which ones). Some people even thought that he’s trained to become geisha (he's not, he's just a pretty boy who plays music for fun).

When he grow old enough, Itama started to give him weed for inspiration and to relax. Akemori is prone to quiet anxiety attacks after he was kidnapped.

Okay, the final kid. She was born 4 years later after Akemori.

Nari! The pout queen

Madara finally got to name his kid. Her name means “Calm, harmonic village”. Yeah he decided to name his kid after a village. It's still better than Konohamaru

And she’s the final kid, because Tobirama finally got it and produced a “normal” healthy kid. Plus he's not sure how many kids (3) and students (another 4 and Kagami) he can actually handle.

She has very Uchiha coloring, but Tobirama’s facial features. She also inherited his stare.

She’s the baby of the family, but she grew up slightly strict and serious cuz she stayed a lot with Tobirama, cuz he decided he won’t spend another maternity leave out of the Tower. The first two times were a disaster when he came back.

Tobirama left on maternity leaves just cuz he needed to monitor his kids health, especially Akemori’s. Idk about Konoha maternity leaves, but they should be really short, since well shinobi are needed all year long and they can’t wait for mother-shinobi to spend a whole year on that. Though on the other side, mothers need time to recover or they won’t be able to perform good on their missions (plus they probably have a milk smell lol). Who knows, maybe Tobirama was the one who drafted a law about at least one year maternity leave. He got very popular among kunoichi (can you believe that I just remembered that this word exists)

Nari is really like Izuna, but got her temper under control. Maybe think of teen Kakashi but without dead fathers and angst. But also brat.

Her chakra is water nature and she has 0 affinity with fire. Still she did produce great fireball as their traditions dictated, even though it took her many trials and errors. After that she decided that she hates traditions like that. Got really rebellious in her teens, about 13 and even tried to challenge her sister (25) for the clan head position. She didn’t win ofc and was bitter about it.

Also because her sister and brother both have seals, she always dreamed of the same, cuz as a baby she thought that it’s something special for their family. But Tobirama doesn’t think she needs them cuz her sight is perfect and her skin is pale, but it doesn’t burn like Akemori’s.

It triggered interest for seals in general cuz “FINE if you won’t give me seals, I’ll just make them myself!”

Tobirama was completely okay with it. He always strives to encourage kids when they want to learn something new. So he sicked her at Mito. Though his aunt was quite happy to teach her niece sealing art.

also idk why i write evil near her. she's just a brat. though she has the potential to become Azula ish

And that’s it!

I will write more about them later cuz im tired. I have some other ideas I wanna expand. Like Tobirama introducing his pups to his Hatake aunt (did i tell you that i LOVE Hatakes?),

Oh and fun little sketches close ups for a treat

i love this Hashirama with the kids, ugh he's so father

if you have any questions you can send them to my ask box!

#madatobi #hibiscusseaart mdtb time travel marriage au #my art #senju tobirama #madara uchiha #madatobi babies #mdtb #time travel #tbmd #tobimada #naruto #btw Izuna was so baffled when Tobirama made one kid #what’s to say about others. Though he loves them very much cuz they’re still aniki’s kids.#pls be nice i spend a lot of time on this post #tobirama and itama are twins #@oh-no-its-bird 's weed itama

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heartpiratedrabbles · 11 months ago

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Insecurities

Prompt: Buggy with all his insecurities pushes you away on your 1 year anniversary

NSFW

~ Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Buggy X Fem Reader

You hummed happily looking down at your creation, it had been a scrapbook of all the adventures with your lover throughout the year. You can’t quite say the two of you are dating, Buggy had always refused the outright commitment. But it wasn’t a secret that when he started sleeping with you he had stopped looking for one-night stands, nor was it a secret that when another person looked at you they would befall injury soon after. And for now, you were content with just being close to him.

As you flip through the pages you can’t help but smile at all the memories, the small pictures, notes, and knickknacks that could be glued down seemed like an organized mess. Alvida, despite her cold exterior had helped you put it all together and helped with distracting Buggy when he’d come looking for you. After your final flip through you gingerly close the book, placing it in a box, and wrap it in striped paper, topping it with a bow.

Throughout the year Buggy had his ups and downs, you learned quickly what topics to avoid, and while he went crazy for you, you could always tell he kept himself at a distance. The sex was wild and he’d like to leave marks on your body to make sure any wandering eyes knew you were taken, but any words of affirmation would make him withdraw for a couple days. You were hoping that now that it had been a full year he would realize you were serious about this, even if he refused to commit fully to the title.

You walk towards the Captains room that you two had shared at this point for a couple months. You still had a hammock and chest in the females quarters but more often than not the Captain would pull you to his bed, refusing to let you go.

As you get into the room you close the door and start getting ready for the other gift you had prepared, a rather skimpy jester outfit with lingerie underneath. You knew how much he liked to undress you, teasing you every so slowly piece by piece. The anticipation of what was to come had started to make you wet. You push your thoughts to the side as you continue to prepare the room, candles dimly lit the room and you placed the wrapped gift on the clown vanity before going to the bed. Buggy’s meeting should be ending any minute now and you're sure Alvida had hinted at him to find you.

As you get comfortable you grab the fluffy handcuffs he had jokingly bought a while back and silk ribbon, tying it around your eyes before restraining yourself. You lay down, arms above your head, impatiently waiting for what was to come.

~~~

Buggy was angry, the meeting with Crocodile and Mihawk hadn’t gone as planned. They had made jabs at his nose and how he runs his Delivery Service. On top of all that Alvida kept making snide remarks about looking for Y/N. And the thought of you also made him frustrated, you never acted how he thought you would.

Buggy took his time prodding you and pushing you over time, and every single time you had come back with a smile. At some point, Buggy had been worried about you running away without notice and demanded you stay in his room and you did so without complaint. He couldn’t understand when you’d snap.

He had rejected you countless times, refusing to truly make you his right-hand man, on the other hand, he did buy you gifts every so often to keep you close. Maybe you just wanted the items, the treasures, the fame. His mind couldn’t wrap around how you would stay with him. As he was grumbling walking into his room he is frozen at the sight in front of him.

Candles barely lighting up the delicious scene in front of him. You looked absolutely helpless there on the bed. Your knees together, slightly rubbing your thighs against each other, your face flushed and lips slightly parted with small mewls coming out. Your hands, restrained by the joke gift he bought months ago, your arms slightly moving to get more comfortable.

Buggy quietly close the door behind him, watching as he can see your thought process, moving your hands down to touch yourself but just barely stopping in time and moving them back above your head. Buggy grinned, knowing you hadn’t realized he was there yet, a slowly went to the bed.

Buggy noticed the outfit your wearing resembling that of a jester, but also noticed how your shorts were un-buttoned, clearly from you let your desire got the best of you.

As you rub your thighs together again, for any friction, you decide to give up on waiting, and fully let your desires get the best of you. But as you move your hands down, you feel a hand forcefully pin your hands above your head while another grips your thigh fiercely.

You let a gasp out at the sudden touch before trying to grind down onto the hand. “Ruining my present princess?” The fierce tone of Buggy’s voice came as he moved his hand to your hips, holding you in place and you feel the bed dip and him straddle you, “Well that won’t do at all~” You groan, feeling him bite at your collar bone, “It’s like you want to be punished.” He emphasize his words with a slight thrust forward, and you can feel how hard he is through the layers of clothes.

“B-Buggy please~” You try to meet his hips with your own and you can just hear him ‘tsk’ above you. Opting to attach the handcuffs to the head board, truly trapping your hands above your head and you to the bed.

Buggy slowly spreads your legs, hiking your own around his thighs so you can’t close them and begins his torment of fondling you. Slowly brushing a hand against the bare skin of your neck while the other teases at the edge of your shorts, all the while you squirm to get anything more. “You know you’re not supposed to play with yourself unless I’m here, doll~” Buggy coons before biting your neck. He rocked his hips forward before moving his hand by your shorts up to the edge of your shirt that was much closer to being a glorified bra than anything else. He trailed his up towards your breast, gripping it harshly. His other hand trailing to your moaning mouth, “Suck.” You feel 2 fingers intrude in your mouth as you wrap you lips around them, swirling your tongue, thoroughly coating the two digits.

Buggy groans at the feeling, “Good girl” as you continue to suck his other hand leaves your boob and soon enough you can feel a blade gently caress the skin of your stomach, making you shudder. “Now tell me Doll, how long were you here” Buggy muttered, leaving a trail of hickies up your neck. He removed his fingers from your mouth, opting to place his hand right at the top of your shorts, where they had remained unbuttoned from when you were alone.

“Since your meeting started,” You could feel his gaze on you even if you couldn’t see, “Please Buggy, I’ve been waiting for so long” You added, which seemed to please your Captain. He kissed you deeply as his two fingers swirled around your clit making you groan into the kiss. You could feel the blade slowly cut through your top on bra, so much for him undressing you, you thought. You grinded you hips into his fingers, wanting more. He lets you breathe for a second, “Buggy, baby, please I want you” you begged as you became completely topless.

You heard Buggy hum a bit before removing his hand from where you wanted him the most, “But that would be too easy Y/N,” You could hear his smirk in his voice. In one fell motion you felt him cut your shorts and panties off, you felt the blade gingerly swipe across your folds, the cool metal causing a moan to escape your lips before you heard it be thrown across the room. “Look at how wet you are for me” He cooed, both hands on your hips as he lowered his head towards your entrance.

You felt his nose bump against your clit and his hot breath against you but he stayed stilled. You groan and roll you hips up trying to get any form of contact but his hands hold you down. ��C-Captain Please. I want- I need you,” You begin begging, feeling tears of frustration fill your eyes, “Please Buggy.” You try to rock your hips up again to no avail.

“Well if you wanted it that badly,” His lips barely brushing against you as he speaks, “All you had to do was ask.” And we that he plunges his tongue inside you. You cry out in pleasure and try to release your hands from the restraints. You couldn’t see anything, but you could feel everything so much more because of it, the swirl of his togue hitting a bundle of nerves before darting back inside, sucking with the perfect amount of pressure.

It wasn’t long before you could feel your climax coming, “Buggy I’m gonna cum,” You mewled out. “Please let me cum” You added, knowing how much he loved it but to your disappointment he withdrew.

“Not yet doll,” He trailed a line of wet kisses up your body until he was at the corner of your mouth, “We’re not at the main event yet~” And before you could even respond you felt his entire length thrust into you in full force. Your cry from both pain and pleasure being muted out as Buggy places his lips on you. He was flush inside you but that didn’t stop him from rocking his hips slowly and deeper causing you to squirm underneath him.

You turn your face away from Buggy, trying to catch your breath, “Buggy I want to see you” You cried out with each rock making another noise escape your lips. His hips stop deep inside you and you feel a hand snake behind your head to untie the ribbon covering your eyes before he caresses your cheek while making eye contact.

You move your eyes up and down, taking in the man before you, his make-up smeared from his earlier activities and lust in his eyes. A smirk falls on his lips, “Can’t get enough doll?” he asks before setting a gruesome, rough pace, His name escape your lips as you shake against the restraints still on your wrists, “That’s it doll, let me hear how much you love this.”

At some point Buggy reached up to undo the handcuffs, and you immediately wrap you arms around Buggy’s neck, one hand snaking into his hair, as he buries his face into your neck. Even if he wanted to pull away you had an iron grip on him. Your legs similarly wrapped around his waist, aiding you in meeting his thrusts half way, “Please Buggy, let me cum” You moan into his ear as you tighten around him.

You can hear him cursing under his breath, “Fuck baby, I’m going to fill you up tonight.” He nipped at your earlobe and his words sent you over the edge, causing you to hold him as tight as possible. He rarely ever came inside you, normally opting to paint your stomach or face in white. “Come on doll, cum with me” He moaned in your ear as his thrusts became slightly more erratic but much deeper.

You scream his name as you feel him pump inside you and after a couple of seconds, he collapses on top of you. He uses his elbows to prop up just enough to make sure you can still breathe and you slowly unhook your legs from around him, both of you still catching your breath. As you relax you can still feel how you were pulsing and how sore it had become.

You feel Buggy slowly pull out of you, a small gush of cum following him and brings about a different type of pleasure, “Fuck doll-“ Buggy says while looking down at the mess he made of you, “That was a positively divine performance” He chuckles before flopping next to you on the bed.

You hum a bit before turning your back to him and lifting your head, He in turns towards you, one arm wrapping around your waist while the other settles underneath your neck and wraps around, grabbing one of your breasts. He pulls you closer into the embrace and you groan at the pressure. “We should clean up” You mutter, feeling your eyes getting heavier.

“Mmm. We can do that in the morning” he gives your waist another small squeeze, “Besides I like the idea of my cum still dripping from you in the morning” He kisses your jawline a little bit, “Maybe even a round two when we wake up.” He lays his head down as you both let sleep take you.

~~~

The next morning you had woken up to Buggy drawing circles in your hips with his thumbs as he gently worked you up again for the round two he had mentioned. At the moment however you were both in the bath, you sitting on your Captains lap, leaning against his chest.

“So what did I do to deserve that gift,” Buggy asked, his head leaning back but still humming softly at what had conspired over the past couple hours. “It’s not everyday I find a sweet treat waiting for me in bed.”

You lean against him a bit more thinking about how to phrase it. After all it wasn’t truly your one year, he had rejected you’re advances for commitment every time. “Well…” You’d have to choose your words carefully as to not start an argument. “It’s been a full year since the first time we slept together.”

You felt him tense up a bit but relax quickly enough. He stayed quiet for a while before sighing, “Well it was nice.” He kept it short. You knew he was doing his best not to be snide and you were wondering if you shouldn’t tell him about his other gift, the one that you actually put time into. Shifting a bit nervously he could tell you wanted to say something, “What is it?” You could feel him leaning into a bad mood.

“…It’s nothing, Don’t worry bout it Captain” You say glancing over your shoulder. The silence that fell was heavy and slightly uncomfortable.

“Doll.” Buggy leaned forward a bit, “You know I don’t like it when you lie,” he places his hands on your hips and squeeze a bit, “So why don’t you do us both a favor and spit it out?”

“Um, well you see Captain…” You look over your shoulder again, seeing the small scowl that was forming on his face. It’d be for the best not to mention the scrap book, take it and hide it before he sees the box, “It’s just the same ole’. We should just start dating; everyone already knows I’m yours.” You quickly look forward not wanting to see how his face will contort with a mix of emotions.

The grip on your hips got tighter, not in the normal way of warning or reassurance. “What do you want from me?” Buggy’s voice was low and his body unmoving. Your hips slowly started to ache as his fingers dug in harder.

“What? Buggy I want you; I’ve always wanted you,” You tried to say. He was clearly in his head again.

“You’ve been playing this game for a year Doll. A. Year.” Buggy gritted his teeth, “I’ve been fine playing along for a while. But I’m sick of pretending, just tell me what you want.” You felt your chest tighten at his words, Pretending? Did he really see this as a game? Your throat closed up a bit, not willing to let a noise out. “Money? Fame? What is it? I’ll just give it too you” His voice sounded angry and low, his grip on you already leaving bruises.

Tears threaten to fall as you find your voice, “We’ve been over this Buggy. I love you.” It was a weak confession but it’s the only thing you could muster without crying outright.

Those seemed to be the wrong words to say as Buggy stood up, bringing you with him. “Stop with these lies.” He hissed out as he tossed you out of the tub, you landed on the wooden floor with a loud thud.

You couldn’t believe what was happening. Sure, you and Buggy had fights about love and commitment in the past, but it had always ended in one storming off. You’ve never seen him like this before and it hurt. You looked up at the blue haired man peering down at you and were shocked to see pure hatred in his eyes. “I’ve been patient enough because the sex was good Doll,” he said your nickname condescendingly, and every word stung, “But enough’s enough.”

“W-what do you mean Buggy” You stuttered out, your heart sinking further and your head reeling, “I’ve never lied to you Bug, I’ve always-“

“I think it’s best if you left.” His words were final, didn’t leave room to breathe and you felt your whole world shatter. “I’ll give you enough to get to a different island” He finally took a step out of the tub, grabbing his robe without looking at you, “I don’t want to see you here after noon. I want you gone.” And he walked out of the bathroom leaving you there with your thoughts.

He was kicking you out of the crew, his crew. You had been here, you’ve been with the Buggy Pirates, for 4 years now. You joined them when you were just 24, after the village you were in tried to sell you off to the celestial dragons, this being 4th time the place you deemed home turning their backs on you. You were so happy when Buggy had smiled at you welcoming you aboard, making you feel like you had belonged and for the first time in your life you had felt relief letting some tears sneak out. You were there as he set up shop in the east blue and when the kid in the Straw-hat reminded him of his dream. You remember the feeling of relief you felt when your Captain had come out of impel down, and more importantly the paramount war alive and well, ready to resume his role as captain. You supported him and helped him get his mercenary delivery service up and running. You remember the first night just a year ago when Alvida shoved you into him when you had drank too much, in hopes that you would stop talking her ear off about how cute he was.

Tears stung your eyes at the thought of everything, He couldn’t have meant it, he out of everyone knows what it’s like to be alone. After a couple minutes of breathing and trying to get your emotions under control you wipe your eyes, and take a deep breath while standing up. You put on the clothes you prepared prior to the bath and slowly slink out of the bathroom, into the captain’s bedroom.

You looked around, half expecting, hoping, Buggy was there to explain he crossed the line, or that he was sorry, or even that he just wanted space and to go back to how things were before you had slept together. But he wasn’t. The room was empty. As your eyes scanned the room it fell on a bag on the bed and you throat tightened again. You slowly walk up to the sizeable bag opening it, inside was a smaller bag full of berries and everything else was your possessions from the room.

You choked back a sob. He really meant it; he wanted you to leave. You’d been abandoned once again. Somehow it hurt so much worse this time round. You’d given yourself fully to him and you knew he had trust issues, but you didn’t think he’d kick you out like this. Take shallow breathes you throw the coin pouch to the floor before zipping the bag back up, you couldn’t take it.

You take one last deep breath trying to collect yourself, even if you couldn’t get the tears to stop falling. You sling the bag over your shoulder and head out. You didn’t want to see anyone so you made sure to listen before going down hallways, narrowly missing some crewmates. You didn’t even bother grabbing your belongings from your actual room, all that was there was your journal and some memories of your past before Buggies Crew.

Soon enough you had made your way to the town on the island, and more importantly the port that Buggy didn’t watch over, you noticed a civilian ship boarding and quickly snuck your way on. You didn’t think you’d have to restart your life again, every time it got stimulatingly harder and easier. This time how over was the worse it every been, You never felt accepted before being on Buggy’s crew, never knew what it felt like to truly just relax, or laugh without checking over your shoulder.

You were able to convince the crew on board that you had lost your ticket and they escorted you to a private room, as soon as the door shut you slumped against the wall, wondering what the next chapter of your life would be. Running your fingers through your hair as you cry silently.

#One Piece #One Piece X Reader #One Piece Smut #Angst #Buggy #Buggy the Clown #Buggy X Reader

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lesbianslvt666 · 1 year ago

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Hey whats up?

You can imagine Ellie sulking because the reader goes to an all-girls sleepover - which she wasn't invited to - and she knows that some gay girls are going to be there and that makes her a little jealous and it only gets worse when she sees the reader wearing a short, tight, sexy nightgown making her horny and then she stops the reader from going to the party with a good fuck? top ellie pleaaase 🥵

Ummm… yes 🫡

Sorry for the delay love.

Cw: smut, 69, softdom!Ellie, pussy eating (both), fingering (r!) idk what else lol

Ellie saw you going from left to right and everywhere in your shared room, looking sometimes down to your wrist watch that she gifted you, just cause you mentioned you liked it.

Her body relaxed against the door frame, her eyes wondering all over your body, scanning all the ways you move underneath the very revealing nightgown, your curves highlighted by the dark and thin material, so sheer she could se your nipples poke thorough.

She was pissed to say the least.

First, your friends make sure to leave very clear that you weren’t allowed to bring Ellie to the sleep over.

Well not really… your friend group consisted of your closest friends, the same group the formed around third grade. you went way back, and for the weekend, all of you were at the same place at the same time, a rare occasion giving the fact that you went to different colleges.

When they organized the sleepover at Dinas house the rules were.

1: bring something to drink, thats why there was a Jose Cuervo bottle in your bag.

2: bring something to eat. Thats why there was an apple pie chilling in the kitchen, the house smelled amazing.

3: bring something to share. They really meant something to gossip about, but you had nothing on your plate so you took your can filled weed and a pretty pipe, some cigarettes too.

And last but no least.

No. Plus. Ones.

Only the og’s could be there.

At first to Ellie the plan seemed cute, how long have you guys met, how much you still loved one another.

Until she realized half your friend group is gay, her eyes opened wide. “Babe, you cannot go! There is gonna be gay girls there!” Her voice lowered like she was telling you a secrete and that made you laugh very hard.

Since then she has been trying to convince you not to go. Helping you do extra chores, fixing things around your shared apartment (that you had asked for her help and she was putting them off), bringing you flowers (which wasn’t anything new since she loved to bring you flowers)

Hell she even tried to call your brother for extra help!

Nothing worked.

you missed your friends and you wanted to be there with them, you knew the “gay girls” were no threat to your love for Ellie, they were basically your sisters!

But Ellie was so stubborn, you explained her every single time that she had nothing to worry about, not in the slightest!

And she was about to drop it, until now.

When she entered the room after you asked her to please take the pie off the oven, you had just came out of the shower and she had nothing else to do for the day.

After putting the pie on the counter and making sure the oven was off she walked to you room, messy clothes all over the floor and your hurried form running around it.

Her eyes went dark, lust filled eyes mixed with anger.

“Nothing to worry about? Looking like that?” She was walking up to you slowly, almost careful.

“Is it too much? I bought it and haven’t used it before, thought it was a good idea..” your voice trailed off when she grabbed you harshly by your hips.

Long fingers closing harshly at the plush skin.

“Please ill do whatever, whatever you want, just… let me…” she couldn’t finish her sentence, mouth connecting to your neck, you just looked like a goddess and she couldn’t resist to plead to you.

Knees falling carelessly on the ground, her hands going up and down your bare legs. Her pretty eyes looking from your sinful ones to your delicious core.

She felt delirious, exhausted on the feeling of not having you.

You couldn’t deny her when she looked up at you like that, pretty sprawled legs wanting to close for friction but she wouldn’t.

She knew you liked the view, and so she gave you more.

She peeled her hands, pain struck her cunt. Fingers grabbing the bottom of her tank top and pulling it off her body.

Her tits perking with the cold air of the room and you felt like you were gonna faint.

Her fingertips graced your skin, finally touching you again, no care where she was touching she just needed to be in contact with you.

Your mind was clouded on Ellie, lust filled senses and no other thought but to have her, you needed her.

She tried to stand up but you grabbed a bunch of her hair, she let out a groan as you pull her back down.

Acting like you could have racional thoughts at this moment you looked down to your wrist, pretending to read the time. “I am gonna be late for-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence with her lips latching on your thighs.

Marking and sucking as much as she could, she needed every person in the world to know you were hers.

“Please baby, please, let me taste you, stay the night with me…” she was shifting squirming while pleading you, and how could you not answer to her prayers…

Your hand tangled on her hair pushed her all the way in, lips like feathers tickling you lips covered by a pretty pair of panties than matched the night gown.

She moaned at the sight of your pretty lips tight on your panties, creamy anticipation leaving a wet spot on the fabric, she kissed one time thinking she could go slow with you.

But she couldn’t resist.

Her plump lips wet with your milky essence and she was done for.

Open mouth latching on your pussy, her hot tongue pressing around and sucking at it, but it wasn’t enough.

She hooked one of her fingers on your waist line, looking up at you but before she could ask for permission you spoke.

“Go on baby, please eat me, touch me. Fuck-“

Moany mess under her mouth now latched to your pussy, tongue circling your clit while she humped on the air.

So wet there was a spot forming on her gray sweats.

“Ellie, baby…” your voice was followed by your hand pulling her off your cunt, a desperate groan falling from her lips and you kneeled down to kiss her, she tried to pull you in, but you resisted.

You had a plan.

And she knew. Standing up she took you under your legs, you naturally jumped on her, intertwining your legs at her waist.

She kissed your neck leaving marks and kisses.

Putting you down on the bed while kneeling between your legs.

She looked down at you now, and anger seeped mixing with her lust.

“You slut… you were really gonna go almost naked to a sleep over with you “friends”?” Her voice lowered, you almost closed your legs together, her voice sending waves of heat down to your cunt and it made you buckle up your hips trying to reach her.

“No, ill give you what i want and you are gonna take it okay?” She said with one hand moving to your wrists, keeping them up and kissing you harshly, her demeanor changing.

Her movements were fast, mouth sucking on your tongue, her hips humping on to you and you felt like you were going crazy.

Rough fingers falling to your cunt, inserting the middle one without previous notice.

Spongy walls clenching around her.

And like something snapped on her mind she stopped.

Taking her sweats and boxers off with a swift motion she propped herself on top of you, body facing yours.

Her cunt right on top of your face.

“You are gonna eat me until i tell you to stop” your hands sneakered on her legs, like snakes bringing her closer to your face, she didn’t waste no time to use your pretty mouth to please herself.

Your legs spread on the bed while you squirmed, her cream all over your face and her moans made you almost cum.

She couldn’t resist, the way she could see the glistening wetness pooling on your precious cunt.

One hand fell to your pretty pussy, spreading your lips to watch you, flushed and hot cunt pulsating and gushing for her, you were torturous, her body falling forward while you ate her like a starved woman.

Her lips connected to your cunt again, she was unable to refrain from being there, you were magnetic, and she loved the way you taste.

I was gonna continue this but i hit writers block again :)) gonna go insane.

#ellie williams #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x female reader #lesbian #the last of us #wlw #wlw smut #smut #mean!ellie

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sweetismyaddiction · 7 months ago

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SUCROSE

Paring: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Where the nicknames came from, how they meet, starts. (They live in the same building, in the same corridor, just in front of one another… which helps the friendship but couldn't stop Dr. Reid from falling in love)

Word account: 2005

Warnings: Fluff, friends to lovers, anxiety, mentions of menstruation and coffee facts?

A/N: English is not my first language. Reblog, like and comment. I am accepting suggestions for next parts. Please be nice. Past in italic. Gif is not mine, credits to the owner.

Chapter 2: Sugary

Spencer’s point of view

It has been weeks since Morgan met my neighbor and he can’t just drop it aside. At least he has capited a secret so far.

“I am just curious. That 's all. The girl has the key of your place and you never mentioned her.”

“I did talk about her…”

It's a murmur, Morgan almost can't hear it, maybe things were better when no one knew she existed besides me.

“She called you Sugarpout… Does Pretty Boy have a Lady?”

There is mocking in his tone, and a little of happiness.

“What exactly are you asking Morgan?”

“Are you two dating?”

“She is my friend, we ain't dating”

“Oh, pitty, she is beautiful, maybe I should gave a shot, she is very talkative”

“Leave the girl alone Derek.”

“Why? Are you jealous? Worried that I stil her? We could be your couple's best friend. Me and her would make cute babies”

“I am not jealous. Just shut up”

He leaves me be, we take care of paperwork, but he can't stop, it's like I can hear the engineers of his brain thinking.

“Ok, I just really got to know, where Sugarpout came from? I can't stop thinking about that”

“Why? Is just a nickname”

“A special nickname”

“Why does it matter to you?”

“Why so much secret?”

The truth is, I don’t really know why, where, when it all started. Is if we have being knowing each other even before we existed.

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It was a rainy day, and I was just getting to my building when a strange woman got under my umbrella tugging herself at me.

“My savior. Could you leave me there? To that building?”

Was my building… is she a stalker?

“Sorry for just throwing myself at you. Is just I am made from sugar, so I could have melted with the rain”

Ok, she gots a weird sense of humor. Doesn’t she know about the danger of talking with strangers? That is one of the reasons I get so much work to do. She smells nice though… What am I thinking? Why is she staring at me? Say something Spencer!

“Ahn… yes… I was just going that way too.”

We walk together to the building and she opens the door, almost closing it in my face.

“Sorry. Why are you coming in?”

“I live here”

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know that. I am a new resident. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too”

She didn’t try to shake my hand… so she respects boundaries and personal space the same way she doesn’t do that? She is so confusing, she seems like a very complex human being.

We both get to the elevator and she presses the button… is my floor button… How I didn’t know about someone moving to my floor? Maybe because I spent the last three days away in a case. The elevator stops and she gets out with me behind her, observing her body language. Wait a minute, that’s… she lives just in front of me.

“Are you following me?”

“Ehn…” she catch me staring, I am probably very red and more awkward then the normal me. “No, no. It's just, we are neighbors, I live here, just across the hall.”

She keeps looking at me, like if she is not sure to believe me or not, just open your damn door Spencer, and prove you ain't lying.

“See?”

“Nice place, very organized…”

When she ends up beside me? Her eyes run across my place, making quick analysis scanning what she can see by the door.

“Ok, I will live you be, sorry for being so intrusive, and thanks for the umbrella ride.”

“You’re welcome. Also, welcome to the building”

She smiles, her smile is pretty.

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There is a nock on my door. Weird, I basically don’t get visited. I open it slowly and there she is the rain day girl, and she has something in hands.

“Hi, I made some cookies, and decided to give you some, since you were so nice to me that day”

“Oh, thanks.” I was very surprised. “You didn’t have to.”

“No problem, it is a pleasure. I hope you like them. It is the classic one, with chocolate drips.”

“It was very thoughtful of you. I really appreciate it.”

I take it from her hands, every time I see her there is that warm feeling, she is always so nice to me.

“How is the moving going?”

“Slow, I'm still putting things in place. The kitchen is almost ready. I am not in a rush to finish it to be honest. Just, baby steps, one day at a time…”

“Well, it is your space, your stuff, it is alright going slow, its you, it should go in your pace”

“Thanks. Well, when you finish the cookies you can return the ball.”

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The cookies were the most delicious ones I have eaten in my life. I made sure to compliment her, and the way she smiles and giggles, makes my heart beat faster in my chest.

Today I discovered that I am out of sugar, so why don't I go to the new girl? She made cookies and other delicious stuff she is always happy to share with me, for sure she has sugar.

“Just a cup? Sure Sweetie, I will go grab it for you, make yourself comfortable.”

I shyly enter her house, the first thing that hits me is the smell, I think haven smell exactly like it, I can see she still has a few boxes, but all the essentials are displayed, a kindle, books, a lot of types of books, fantasy, biography, history, classics… she also has a few plants, no much decoration… Why is that hard profile her?

“Here you go, a cup of sugar to my sweet boy”

I asked her sugar a lot of other times after that, just to see her, to feel my blood run in my veins, the fast piece of my heart, the smell invading my nose, that warm feeling.

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“Hi, so, do you have plans for today?”

She was standing outside my door, smiling at me, eyes glowing. How can she always be so beautiful?

“No. I did not plan anything for today.”

“Great. What do you say about taking me to a coffee shop? Any coffee you do like to go. Wanna know more about my neighbor.”

“Hm… Yeah, sure. I will just grab my things”

We go to a nearby coffeehouse and order our drinks while we have small talk.

“I love those cloudy and rainy days, so calm…”

Our orders get to the table and she points out when I drink my full of sugar cup of coffee

“Someone really likes sugar.” She smiles and is like electricity running me. “I can't drink black coffee, it gives me an awful headache.”

“Actually. Caffeine withdrawal could be an important but often overlooked cause of headache.”

She nods in agreement.

“People say that I am just being silly or have an infant paladar. I have tried a lot of types of black coffee, but nothing worked. So i decided just to drink my milk coffee, tha latte”

“Caffeine or 1,3,7-trimethylxanthine is totally, actually 99% and rapidly absorbed; it reaches the highest plasma concentrations after 30-60 minutes of ingestion, but this duration can be shorter or longer due to the variation in gastric emptying time. The half-life of caffeine fluctuates between 2.5 and 4.5 hours in young individuals but can be longer in elderly. Caffeine can cross all biological membranes including blood-brain barrier because of its lipophilic character. Only a very small amount of caffeine is excreted in the urine. It is metabolized in the liver, mainly by the cytochrome P450 1A2, to paraxanthine, theobromine, theophylline, and further to urates. Caffeine acts on the brain and the heart by blocking adenosine receptors and inhibiting phosphodiesterase. It is considered the most common psychostimulant, it enhances concentration, improves mood and energy, induces wakefulness, and enhances exercise performance. It can also trigger anxiety, tachycardia, and hypertension. Caffeine is known to cause dependence and withdrawal symptoms such as fatigue and headache.”

Oh, no, no. She is going to think I am such a weirdo now. Couldn't I just keep my mouth shut? Things were good, where nice, and now I ruin it all.

“I have heard that coffee was addictive, but I didn’t know it was absorbed that fast, or that it didn't get expelled out of our body by urine like most of the other drinks. Maybe one of those things causes my headache every time I try to drink black coffee”

“Caffeine also narrows blood vessels that surround the brain. That is its link to headache. In some types of headaches, the blood vessels in the brain dilate, or swell. They expand into the surrounding tissues, which triggers pain.”

Why can’t I shut my mouth, she is lookin at me. She will avoid me like the plague. Why am I like that? Can’t have anything nice, ever! It is like I can’t stop, and she does not stop me, so I just keep rumbling.

“Headaches in general are a common problem for reproductive age women. Migraine headaches are 3 times more common in women than men in this age group with the difference believed to be the result of hormonal fluctuations. In women with spontaneous ovulatory cycles, headaches have been documented to occur more frequently immediately before and during the first few days of menses. Approximately half of women with migraine headaches report their occurrence associated with menstruation, with decreasing estradiol levels hypothesized as the etiologic factor. Today's low-dose oral contraceptives all contain the same estrogen component (ethinyl estradiol [EE]) but vary in the progestin component. Until recently, all progestins in OCs, the oral contraceptives (norethindrone, levonorgestrel, desogestrel, and norgestimate) were derivatives of 19-nortestosterone. A novel OC with the progestin drosperinone (DRSP) is not derived from 19-nortestosterone, but instead derived from spironolactone. This DRSP-containing OC has been shown in a large placebo-controlled trial to significantly improve the physical and behavioral symptoms of premenstrual syndrome (PMS) and premenstrual dysphoric disorder (PMDD) attributed to its unique antimineralocorticoid activity. This improvement in symptoms has been attributed to the antimineralocorticoid activity of the spironolactone-derived DRSP. Spironolactone is the only diuretic shown in randomized placebo-controlled trials to improve the behavioral and physical symptoms of PMS. While studies using validated instruments have shown improvement in PMS/PMDD with DRSP-containing OCs, headaches have not been specifically addressed.”

I managed to hold myself for a few seconds and she finally speaks something.

“Are you trying to mansplain my menstruation cycle to me?”

“No, no… that's not it, I was just…”

“It is ok, I believe you”

She smiles, how her chicks don’t hurt with how much she smiles? Why, how is her smile always so captive.

“Spironolactone. I didn’t know about the diuretic in the OCs. It is interesting to know that, I have noticed that when I drink more water my period of blood in the menstrual cycle feels less worse than normally does.”

She… she paid attention, and… interacted? My heart hammers as a symphony in my chest. It seems the whole word is more worm, as if I had been in the cold dark without releasing it until she showed up illuminating everything and involved me with a cozy blanket proofing there is more, what truly could my life be, how good could it be.

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From that day, I knew I was different, happier, she became a constant thought, always making everything better, the world more supportable. I felt the butterflies, the tingling, that stupid and uncontrollable happiness, the craving of being in contact with her, the maximum and anyway I could. It just happened, little by little. With no rush, never.

“Hey, Kid.”

Morgan snaps his fingers in front of my eyes.

“Where did this pretty brain of yours was?”

The teasing again, but we hadn’t had time, JJ passed rushing calling for a case, urgent.

A/N: Did you guys like the dades I insert? I had to read a few articles, I have the links, they will be right below. Thanks for the support. If you like the little facts let me know so then maybe I will bring more (cause in my opinion is a very Spencer Reid thing to do, talk about the facts.)

Links:

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC1663116/

https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/S1051227621000339

https://www.uclahealth.org/news/caffeine-connection-between-coffee-and-headaches#:~:text=Caffeine%20also%20narrows%20blood%20vessels,surrounding%20tissues%2C%20which%20triggers%20pain.

https://headachejournal.onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/full/10.1111/j.1526-4610.2007.00650.x

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diejager · 3 months ago

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Hi:D👋 can I request again about the hybrid centipede!reader? Now I'm interested in that article again😋

Cw: insect stuff, canibalism?, human eating, death, gore, blood, imprisonment, torture?, tell me if I missed any.

One of the many things you could do as a myriapode, a creature made of many other beings - a hivemind, essentially - was the job you were employed for: doctoring and scolding. You could easily scurry under fallen rubble and metal pipes to get to the wounded when parademics and other aids couldn’t reach them in time. It was magic at times, the only excuse you had for your clothes and equipment to follow you in and out of shifting. You would dress with all the bandages, gauze, morphine and tourniquets you’d need and pop into the destroyed building.

That was your main obligation, the second depended on your ability as much as it did on your resourcefulness. Your size and ability to seamlessly blend into your surroundings made infiltrations and spying easy. Arthropods were found on every continent, be it cold or hot, adaptable and evolutionarily ingenious, and if you couldn’t find any, it only meant that they were hiding somewhere they couldn’t be found.

You, as a hybrid, was a double edged sword, one who could slip through the smallest of cracks and find your way into a nest of wolves, listening to their every whisper, any secrets that slipped from their lips were a meal for you; but then it could be used against the people you worked for, any ounce of attempted betrayal of planned misdemeanour - pranks, you’d like to call them - would be caught.

When you weren’t in immediate need for patching up someone, you would infiltrate first, gather intel on both the enemy and traps. Your little antennae feeling the subtle differences in textures and chemistry in the walls and floors, ears perceiving the distinct click and clacks of metal bolts and screws, or the deep vibrations of walking, conscious and careful steps over the relaxed or frantic ones. You’d report it all to Price or Laswell, help them build a better plan, careful of every trap and give any intel you gathered.

and in this situation, where you weren’t needed for just a regular patch up, but a rescue as well, you worked in silence when there weren’t any windows, any opening big enough to get to into or guarded entrance. Gaz, a man unfortunate enough to fall out of a helicopter twice, was trapped behind a guarded door at gunpoint. Price sent you first while he and Soap positioned themselves around the guards and Ghost - as always - was the coverfire and sniper.

Scattered around the room and under the floorboards, every steps were vibrations sent into your many limbs, the chatter over the radio and the hushed whispers of rats and others insects crawling around you. You were stalling, a small wiggle on the wall, another near the man holding Gaz prisoner and a stray centipede to comfort him with the familiar wiggle of your “ultimate” legs against his feathers, a dance you used for recognition. All you were waiting for was Prices signal, whispered over his shoulder for a piece of you to hear.

“In 3,” Price counted slowly, his words running through the earpieces, “3. 2. 1- Now!”

Before Soap could rush at the guards, you had the man before you swarmed, a dark mass of biting and hungry centipedes crawling over the man. You ate him alive, his terrified screams drowned by the dying gargle of blood and the squelch of devoured meat. You weren’t slow, but you weren’t fast, eating in a mass of hundreds took a while —a painful while. You stripped him of his skin, the bigger organ gone in seconds as you reached the muscles and fat under it, rich and creamy to you, pinched and ripped apart by your forcipules and swallowed down.

You were still eating by the time Price rammed in, freeing Gaz from his bindings. They watched the man fall, tripping over a chair and writhing on the ground until he took his last, dying breath, a raspy gag as you burrowed into his chest, eating lung and heart, diaphragm and liver. Anything that was fat and meat were gone, leaving him a pile of bones still weakly attached by tendons and the few ligaments you left.

No one gaped at you, they neither stared in fear or disgust, they simply nodded at you with stoicism, motioning towards Gaz for his scrapes and dislocated joints that you’ll have to pop back in.

“Let’s get you looked at.”

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iamnot-crazy · 4 months ago

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Pushing the line part 3

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: I finally am ready to post part 3 and I now have part 4 scheduled to post in 2 days! sorry for the wait and thank you all for supporting the last two parts and encouraging me to make part 3 😁.

Summary: Your dynamic with Law has evolved as you navigate Punk Hazard. However, the appearance of the Straw Hats might introduce some complications.

"I don't like the idea of that man holding your heart," you grumbled, falling into step beside Law as you navigated the corridors of the Punk Hazard lab. Clad in the mandatory yellow hazard suit, you crossed your arms and pouted.

Law chuckled at your displeasure. "I told you, it's the only way to gain access without raising suspicion."

"I still think we should switch," you insisted. “Give him my heart in place of yours. I don’t trust him.”

"And that's precisely why it needs to be my heart,” he replied, his tone firm. "If he had your heart I would be too busy worrying about you." He reached into his pocket, producing the blue cube that held Monet's heart. “Besides, he won't dare do anything while I hold Monet's." The organ pulsed in his hand.

You snatched the heart from his grasp, "Well, I’ll feel better if I kept that," you mumbled shoving the heart into your pocket.

He raised an eyebrow but nodded in understanding. "How are you blending in?" he asked changing the topic.

"Fine, I guess," you shrugged. "No one really pays attention to anyone else. The suit is the real problem. I feel like a walking oven." You tugged at the fabric, frustration evident in your voice.

Law sighed in sympathy. "We could've told Caesar we were a team," he suggested. “You could do without the suit that way.”

You shook your head. "I need to be able to move freely," you explained. "Besides, I'm getting a feel for the place."

"And you're absolutely certain you can alert me if something goes wrong?" Law asked, his gaze serious.

You nodded, closing your eyes and focusing on your Haki. With a concentrated effort, you enveloped your heart in a protective layer of your will. Law placed a hand over his chest, where your heart now resided, and seemed to sense the change.

"I mean it," you emphasized. "If anything happens, I'll reach out to you immediately." You grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly. "We've got this." You smiled up at him. He released a sharp breath and nodded.

"Alright," Law conceded. "I'll meet you outside after your shift."

With that, you turned and disappeared deeper into the labyrinthine facility.

The plan was straightforward: infiltrate Caesar Clown's facility, gather intelligence on Joker, a.k.a. Doflamingo, destroy the SAD factory, and kidnap Caesar. Cutting off Doflamingo's SAD supply would cripple his Smile production and leave him vulnerable to the Yoki, the only thing he truly feared.

While Law used his Warlord status to cultivate a partnership with Caesar, gaining his trust and extracting information, you assumed the role of a lowly researcher. The disguise was perfect; no one paid attention to the faceless workers. Your mission: delve deeper into the SAD production process and gather any valuable intel.

Isolated from the crew, your bond with Law deepened. He opened up about his past, revealing the pain and anger that fueled his vendetta against Doflamingo.

Law made a promise to withhold no secrets from you, finally revealing the harrowing details of his past with Doflamingo and Corazon. The revelation was a shock, but it also offered a profound understanding of the man you had come to care for. His guarded nature, his constant need to reciprocate kindness—it all made sense now.

Though he still grappled with accepting your love unconditionally, progress was unmistakable. Gradually, the fortifications guarding his heart began to crumble.

Days turned into weeks as you navigated the treacherous world of Punk Hazard. By day, you were a diligent researcher, collecting samples and running tests. By night, you analyzed your findings, your mind racing with possibilities. You smuggled out anything of value, passing it to Law during your brief encounters.

You sat on the bed while Law intently studied the new chemical mixture you’d brought him. “I saw something strange today,” you mused, breaking the silence. Law looked up, his attention drawn to you.

“There was this guy bringing candy to a place called the ‘biscuit room,’” you continued. “Some of the candy was abnormally large.”

Law considered this for a moment. “Monet often goes to the biscuit room,” he said thoughtfully. “I always assumed it was just her break room. Maybe there's more to it than that.”

"Maybe. I'll check it out tomorrow." You shrugged, then smiled seductively, tugging at the hem of your shirt. "But for now..."

Law's eyes gleamed with passion. In an instant, he abandoned his work and was on top of you. His arms caged you in as he hovered above, his lips dancing across your neck.

You giggle as his breath tickles your skin. "I'm so glad it's just us," he whispered, his lips dancing across your neck. "I'm so glad you broke out of that room," he murmured.

"I could do without the getting locked in a room part," you laugh as your back falls onto the bed.

Law lifted his head, looking into your eyes before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. "You're right, I should have known a door wouldn't hold you. Next time, I'll tie you up," he smirked, pulling your hands above your head and pressing them into the bed.

He continued to trail his kisses down your neck as you moaned at his touch. When he reached the collar of your shirt he groaned he consolidated your hands into one of his freeing his other to pull your shirt fully off.

You laughed at his action while he trailed his kisses lower and lower on your now bare chest. Your breath hitched in your throat as he made his way to your thighs. His kisses were light against your skin and his facial hair lightly scratched against you each time he moved.

"I love you so much." He hummed.

"I love you too." You moaned closing your eyes as he traveled your body.

The next morning, you carefully exited the room, sliding your mask over your head and meticulously piecing your yellow hazmat suit together. As you proceeded in the direction of the "biscuit room," you remained unaware of the figure standing in the hallway nearby, observing you intently.

Law left shortly after, confidently walking in the opposite direction. The figure disappeared before he passed the hall.

Law entered the main room where Ceaser Clown was seated, holding a transponder snail in his hand. Once Ceaser noticed Law's presence, he quickly hung up the transponder snail, greeting Law with a boisterous laugh, "Law! Good morning!" he exclaimed. "Did you sleep well?" he inquired with a grin.

Law gave a curt nod before settling at the bar and pouring himself a steaming cup of coffee.

"Still as taciturn as ever, I see," Caesar laughed, transforming into a gas cloud and floating over to the bar next to Law. "What's on your agenda today? More brooding?" Law groaned at the man and continued sipping his coffee. "Ugh, you're no fun."

The door opened, and in flew the Harpy assistant, Monet. She lightly glided over to the remaining free seat at the bar, pouring herself a cup of coffee. "Ah, Monet! Lovely to see you," the clown beamed.

Monet smiled softly, "Good morning to you too." She took a sip of her mug and continued, "Law, did you notice that one of your acquaintances is back in action?" She turned to the brooding pirate, who raised an eyebrow in confusion.

Monet smiled, reaching with her long wings to the end of the bar and sliding over the recent newspaper. Law looked down to see Straw Hat's face on the front page—a face he hadn't seen in two years.

Law shrugged and continued sipping his coffee. "You've encountered him a few times now, haven't you?" Monet probed. "I've read that you even saved his life once."

"I suppose," he replied with a shrug, seemingly unaffected. "It's been two years since I last saw him."

Monet hummed thoughtfully. "Interesting." She pulled the newspaper closer. "By the way, Law, we're having an issue with a samurai on the island. Our men are struggling to contain him. Would you mind lending a hand before he causes more trouble?" As she spoke, she began flipping through the pages of the paper.

"Yah I can see what I can do if I have the time," Law responded placing his mug down and walking out of the room.

Monet watched carefully as he left smiling smugly.

You shadowed the same group of men in hazmat suits until they reached the biscuit room. As they entered, you maintained your position, your gaze fixed on the door, waiting for your opportunity. But something caught your attention. Down the hall, a group of guards were roughly hauling a quartet of prisoners.

There was something oddly familiar about them. A red-headed woman in a skimpy top, a well-dressed blonde man, a peculiar, almost robotic figure, and a raccoon. The image sparked a recognition deep within you.

Confusion washed over you as the group exited the biscuit room. You were about to make your move when a guard's boast halted you in your tracks. "I can't believe we captured the Straw Hats!" he exclaimed.

The pieces fell into place. The familiar figures you'd seen moments ago were none other than the straw hat crew. A surge of disbelief and a tangle of emotions swept through you. The door to the biscuit room slammed shut, presumably locking you out. You cursed under your breath, your mind racing.

The Straw Hats' presence on the island could be a game-changer. Law had a peculiar interest in the Straw hats since Sabaody. An alliance could be beneficial, but their arrival might also complicate your mission to dismantle Caesar's operation. A plan began to form in your mind, a delicate balance of protecting the Straw Hats while advancing your own objectives.

You watched as the guards secured the prisoners in a nearby room. The door clicked shut, leaving the Straw Hats imprisoned. Your mind raced, grappling with the implications of their capture.

You offered a cursory bow to the passing guards, maintaining your facade. With a glance over your shoulder, you confirmed they were out of sight before turning and heading down the hallway.

The Straw Hats' presence introduced a new variable into your carefully laid plans. It was clear the Stawhats would be incapacitated for some time. Rescuing them now was futile. Your immediate priority was informing Law. With a growing sense of urgency, you turned and headed back down the corridor.

As you rounded the corner, you spotted Monet, Caesar's harpy assistant, standing at the end of the hall. Her gaze was fixed on you, a suspicious glint in her eye. You offered a quick bow, hoping to slip past unnoticed.

Before you could fully pass her, her leg shot up, her sharp claws wrapping around your neck and pinning you against the wall.

You yelped in surprise as your heart pounded in your chest as she tightened her grip, cutting off your breath. Desperation surged through you as you clawed at her leg, trying to break free.

"I'm surprised you didn't just release the Straw Hats," she hissed, her voice laced with venom.

You gasped for air, your vision blurring. "What are you talking about?" you managed to croak out.

“You're a part of Law's crew," Monet hissed, her voice low and menacing. "For the last month, you've been stalking around this island for him. You two have something planned, and I'm willing to bet the Straw Hats' arrival is part of it." She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your face.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you managed to stammer out, your voice trembling slightly. Monet rolled her eyes, her grip loosening as she tossed you to the floor. You hit the ground hard, gasping for air as you rubbed your sore neck. The harpy hovered above you, a menacing figure.

"You can't lie to me, Y/N," she taunted, a smirk playing on her lips. Your heart pounded as you heard her say your name. The facade of the terrified employee crumbled, replaced by a cold determination.

Your hand darted towards your chest, a surge of determination replacing your feigned fear. With a swift movement, you bypassed your clothing and plunged your fingers into the flesh just above where your heart would reside.

Monet's eyes widened in shock as you ripped a glowing blue cube from your chest cavity. A piercing scream tore from her throat as she clutched at the empty space where her own heart had been. You hovered above her, the stolen heart pulsing faintly in your grasp.

"We should have never underestimated you," you said coldly, your voice devoid of emotion.

"You should never have approached me without knowing the full board," you mocked, a cold glint in your eye. "While Law might be the king in this game, I'm not a pawn like you. I'm the queen, and I'll do whatever it takes to protect my king, even if it means taking a life. If Law held your heart, he'd likely use it as a strategic advantage, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. But I don't hesitate."

A surge of dark satisfaction coursed through you as Monet's body slumped to the ground. You watched coldly as blood seeped from her lips, the stolen heart wrapped in your tight grip.

You glanced down at the heart in your hand as you released your gripped to see it begin to pulse faintly. You hadn't intended to kill her, but a strong message needed to be sent. For now, this would suffice.

Retrieving your mask from the floor, you stepped over Monet's unconscious body. After rifling through her pockets, you found a transponder snail. With a swift motion, you claimed it as your own, replacing hers. You then dragged her body against the wall, propping her up into a sitting position.

"You'll probably be out for a while," you muttered, your voice laced with a chilling indifference. "But when you wake up, I hope you have enough sense not to seek me out again."

A voice crackled through the transponder snail, interrupting your thoughts. "We haven't found anything else on the ship, ma'am," it reported. Then, a series of panicked shouts echoed through the device before cutting off abruptly.

Intrigued, you brought the snail closer to your ear. "Interesting," you murmured. "It seems there might be more of the Straw Hats on the ship. I should inform them of their friends' location."

With that, you turned and headed towards the docks.

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A/N: Thanks for reading and part 4 should be out soon, but hey if you wanna read more of my work check out my MasterList

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pileofmush · 1 year ago

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i have a request for a luffy drabble!! i think he should be making a list/writing a love letter to you specifically :) what would he say?? 🫠💕

details ➸ tags: nothin but fluff! self-indulgent, teehee. // wc 0.7k

a/n ➸ this request is so cute! i'm melting. ty kitty for asking the real questions here.

Hey. Don’t throw this away, okay? This is important.

Read this now.

Duh, Usopp says. Of course you’re reading this right now. He says he’s a very reputable source in the affairs of love—just look at him and Kaya. I dunno what that all means, but I guess he knows what he’s talking about.

Usopp says I should just tell you how I feel. I do that everyday, but he says maybe writing it down would be helpful. You're the one with the fancy words, not me, but I'll give it a try.

So! Finish reading this.

And then read it again when you start to think too much about things that don’t matter. Don’t pretend you don’t do that. I know you, and there’s no point lying to a sheet of paper. So when you go quiet like you sometimes do, and your thoughts start to hurt you, follow my instructions and read this. Then come find me and ask for a hug. ‘Kay? Captain’s orders.

HERE’S SEVEN THINGS I LIKE ABOUT YOU! YES, YOU.

1. Your smile!

Sanji could probably go on and on about how you’re gorgeous, stunning, beautiful—all those words—when you smile. And all those things are true! But you’re also the most… you. When you smile.

You have different kinds of smiles: big ones! Small ones! Encouraging ones! Those smiles that mean you know something I don’t, and you can’t keep it in much longer.

But what I like best about your smiles is when they’re just for me. It feels a bit like a secret. And I don’t like keeping secrets, but I don’t mind those secret smiles you share with me.

2. Your laugh!

Your laugh is so… What’s the word? Contagious. That’s it. You are contagious. Just like your laugh. I like it when you bite your lip to try to hold it in, and when it bursts out anyway. I don’t know why you try. Nothing in the world sounds better than your hyena cackle, trust me. You’d give evil witches a run for their money.

You like to look at me whenever you laugh, I’ve noticed. Like you wanna know if I find it funny too. I don’t think you even mean to do it. You just do. But that’s okay. I’m usually already looking at you.

3. You’re easy to pick up!

If I’m not supposed to throw you over my shoulder and run, why do you make it so easy?

4. You’re expressive!

You like to think you’re so mysterious. Too bad! You’re wrong. I know those books you like to read aren’t “intellectual” like you say they are. Pretty sure they wouldn’t make you squeal and cover your face with your hands if they were. I wish you wouldn’t cover it. I like the faces you make when you’re nervous.

You’re probably nervous right now, aren’t you? You’re so easy to rile up! I like that about you, too. You get sort of mad, sort of not when I point it out. Your eyebrows scrunch and your mouth curves up and you cross your arms, all firm. I never know if you wanna kiss me or hit me. It’s cute. And fun. But wow, do you get a potty mouth when you're really nervous. Your words turn sharp and so does your stare, like you wanna cut me open with your eyes. Like it’s my fault that you’re stuttering out a quick, “Shut the fuck up.” Yeesh. You almost hurt my feelings there!

Just kidding.

5. You’re loud!

Even when you’re quiet. Especially when you’re not.

I like your voice. I like how it sounds when you just wake up. I like it when you finally sing the song you’ve been humming all day. I like it when you organize your thoughts out loud, and when you tell me about a joke Franky made earlier, and when you get real close and whisper things only meant for me to hear.

Sometimes, when I think, it’s your voice I’m thinking in. I like that, too.

So be even louder for me. Okay? ‘Cause everything you say is special, and I wanna hear it all.

6. You’re patient!

And kind. And smart and funny and mine.

7. You’re everything.

I like you ‘cause I like you. Isn’t it obvious? It’s not like I try to hide it.

So don’t hide from me.

—Luffy

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murmiss · 8 months ago

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Living with a monster guy.

(inspired by the anime 'Monster Musume no Iru Nichijou')

Pairing: TF141/you, maybe Kortac/you.

Warning: Possible mistakes in words,OOC,This is all purely my personal vision of the characters.I will not say that this is a full-fledged fanfiction, more a sketch of the idea.

summary:Hybrids and humans began to live in peace and harmoniously. You're just a girl with a damn lonely and boring life, but your friend, the head of the interspecies exchange department, decided to add a little tin to your life..

Part.1

A few years ago, a great secret was revealed to the world: the existence of hybrid creatures is real. Lamias, Harpies, and even fairy, mermaids were no longer myths and legends, but became common creatures for mankind. Now, going to the store, you can meet not only the neighbor's grandmother or a former classmate, but also a beautiful fairy choosing a herbaceous tincture with the aroma of roses, or maybe a centaur occupying the grocery department, with a grocery basket in her hands. So, hybrids have tightly integrated into our ordinary life, have become friends, colleagues, and even defenders. Defenders? You may ask. That's right, hybrids have obvious advantages over humans:speed, high jump, flight, fire breathing-and these and many other abilities were used in the army, the police, even in volunteering! Werewolves are good at finding people under rubble, they are strong and have an amazing nose that can smell the target they need for several kilometers.

There were also special groups created from hybrids with exceptional outstanding combat skills. One of them was the Task force 141, the most famous group in narrow circles.It will be discussed.

-Tess, you have no idea how lonely it can be, Girly...- you mumbled to the blonde sitting next to you. Tess Oskott is one of the employees of the interspecies exchange organization. This organization is responsible for ensuring that some types of hybrids (and, concurrently, almost all) have at least one owner who would monitor the well-being of his ward and ensure compliance with all the rules.

-And what about Cullen?-Tess asked with a chuckle, leaning back on the bar stool.

- Cullen? I've never seen worse assholes in my life!- you hiccuped, complaining in a genuinely indignant voice about your recent beau.- He talks for fifty minutes about his wonderful work, then made me pay the entire bill and asked me more "Let's go to you or to me?"

-Oh, it sucks -a friend laughed in response, smiling significantly, looking in your direction.

- I know how to help you, dear-Tess's self-confident smile did not mean anything good, for sure not for you.

- No zombie hybrids!- you moaned, getting to your feet and not taking your eyes off this cunning fox. Tess was up to something, but fatigue weighed on your shoulders, forcing you to run away as quickly as possible.After a short chat, you and Tess parted, she went to the office, and you went home.

Opening the door of your small house, you stumbled inside and kicked off your heels at the entrance, staggered up the stairs, opening the first door and casually throwing off your bag by the bed, plopped into the arms of soft and much-desired furniture.Sleep enveloped you almost instantly, taking you somewhere on a fabulous journey through the beautiful open spaces. You're riding a horse across wide fields, the wind is in your hair, and the horse is neighing and saying, "Pretty girl, wake up." You smile weakly, but at the same second it dawned on you: is the horse talking??! And as if at the behest of that bad man, you open your eyes, wanting to look into the eyes of this shameless intruder of your sweet dream. Next to the bed, Tess was leaning over, dressed in her strict black suit, holding a folder of documents in her hands. Workers walked nearby and dragged some furniture into the house. You jump to your feet and let out a cry of incomprehension.

-What the fuck, Tess!?

-calmly, sleeping beauty, I fulfill your wish, then you'll thank me again -the woman winked and immediately turned on the boss mode, rushed towards one of the rooms, saying in a growling bass voice, "I said the bathroom needs to be expanded! We are also expanding the doorways"

- What?? Do you mean to expand the bathroom?- you rush towards your cozy shower room and see a completely dismantled room. A disappointed groan escapes from your lips when you say "Fuck" in a smacky and disappointed way

Before you know it, workers are turning your house upside down, spoiling all the comfort...

"So, miss, you are participating in the 'hybrid exchange' program, your house has been improved in order to create more favorable living conditions for hybrids."

-What the fuck is so official, Tess? In the sense of hydrides?

"Shh, listen further. You have been honored to become the host for an elite group of handsome men, that is, hybrids.".

-What do you mean?-You asked, raising one eyebrow, but the creatures that suddenly appeared in front of you threw away all questions.

A man of large build, tall, with particularly strong-looking hands came into the house. With your eyes, you unconsciously traced every curve of his muscles hidden under his T-shirt, almost drooling. A black T-shirt with a print of some kind of rocker band, gray skinny jeans and sneakers - a simple image that fit him wonderfully.. Oh, a face with rough features, a scar above the left eye, gray eyes with a blue tint, stubble, thick eyebrows, a mohawk, and that self-confident smile! Tess definitely wants you dead, because this man was definitely hot.A light dreamy sigh escapes from your lips as you shamelessly examine the man in front of you. Tess nudges you in the side, whispering in your ear with a smile.

-Wait, it's too early to melt into a puddle, that's not all

When you hear a quiet hiss, you abruptly turn your gaze to the front door, quietly buncha crawled into the house. Stop.. Crawled in? Oh no.. You see Lamia crawling into your house, cursing at the narrow passages and the cold floor along the way, squinting in your direction in disbelief. Following the Lamia came, or rather, flew, a Harpy- a man with dark skin, a charming smile and the purest plumage. Well, in the end, with a slight alarm, a man with dragon wings came in, he turned from side to side, trying to get comfortable, and accidentally flicking a flower vase with his wings.. Your favorite one! You let out a plaintive moan, but while doing the inhale-exhale-inhale exercise, you managed to squeeze out a smile.

-Umm... oh.. uh.. Hi?- you say uncertainly, greeting them. The man with the wolf ears and tail smiled again, showing his sharp teeth and confidently saying, "Oh shit, Gas, I won. Our hostess is charming."

Charming? Damn, after the bar, you didn't even bother to wipe off your makeup, let alone change your clothes, and this dude is telling you that you're "cute"? It all looks like a dream or a violent comedy, and the director of photography here is Tess. The woman, noticing your bewilderment, patted you on the shoulder and threw something simple like "we'll call you later", busily left the house.

So you were left alone with four hybrids, not knowing what to do.

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art-missy · 8 months ago

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Overwhelmed (Gekko x Reader)

Part. 1 Part. 3

Part. 2

Sorry in advance for my terrible English. I'm actually more of an English reader and listener than an actual speaker or writer. I also apologize for the dull writing style that could seem quite childish. I just wanted to test something by posting this.

If a few months ago somebody had told you that you would be spotted by a secret organization whose job is to protect your world against the threat of agents from another dimension, you would have laughed so hard that your guts would have spitted out. If that ‘somebody’ had continued with the fact that this organization would contact you in some way to recruit you just because you maybe took down a K-SEC facility by yourself and also because your skills interested them, you would have told them to sell their idea to a filmmaker. If that ‘somebody’ had then insisted that you would spend one of your days off with a few other agents of that organization by watching Disney movies and hearing them sing their guts out, you would have told them to stop.

Well, look at you now, exchanging astounded glances with Iso as Neon reached a note so terrifying that you were pretty sure she could have won the Oscar of the best scream in a horror movie. You were slightly worried about the state of her vocal cords.

“And she’s not even drunk.” Muttered Yoru when he saw your dumbfounded expression as he finished his can of soda. Phoenix let out a booming laugh and nudged your and Iso’s arms playfully.

What the hell were you doing here ? You were so at peace in your hideout. How did Valorant find you ? Oh yeah. Cypher. No one can hide from the Moroccan sentinel and you understood it quite quickly when he appeared in each of your hideouts everytime you tried to run away. Hard to hide from someone whose eyes are literally everywhere. It has been quite hard for him too to convince you that the intentions of Valorant were noble when he appeared each time in the middle of the night like a sleep paralysis demon. The process of convincing you had been long and hard but Cypher was patient and quite stubborn. Especially when it came to visiting each of your hideouts (even the one under the Mediterranean Sea) and finishing all your different packs of tea. Well, at least you had now Big Brother as a mentor.

You jolted a little, startled when Raze and Killjoy suddenly stood up to start a duet while waltzing around the room. The level of love and affection in their eyes made you wonder if they weren't from a Disney movie themselves. You could literally see their eyes changing form to turn into hearts as their souls were screaming ‘I love you’ in their respective languages. And you found it adorable despite your exhaustion.

Jett playfully threw some popcorn at the couple, telling them to get a room. You’re pretty sure she didn't notice the few candy and crumbs of snacks in her ponytail.

Clove were jumping on the different bean bag chairs, singing as if their life depended on it while Wingman cheered at their antics.

And you, you let out a small sigh as you took a sip of your bubbletea. All this chaos because of Frozen.

You swore that if you heard the songs ‘Love is an open door’ or ‘Let it go’ again, you would go apeshit.

You maybe should have join Deadlock for a reading session in her quarters instead of accepting Gekko’s invitation. Or just listening to music in your room. Or maybe drawing. You were certain that it would have been more peaceful and less mentally draining than this Disney night. And when you shared another glance with Iso, you knew he thought the same thing. It was visibly way too much for your introverted asses.

“Hey,” Gekko put a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay ?”

You shot him a tired look.

You sometimes miss your old life. You missed your different hideouts where you could see the sunset over the mountains, the sea creatures under the Mediterranean Sea, the snow in the Siberian desert or the rain falling on the trees of a random forest. Where you didn't have to interact with people every single day of the week.

You loved the Valorant protocol and you got along with the people you met there. But sometimes it was too much. You took down this K-SEC facility because you knew how shady the experimentations they were running were, not because you wanted to attract the attention of a secret organization. You sometimes resented Cypher for finding you, for stealing you from these calm moments, even though you knew that you accepted to be an agent of Valorant of your own free will and for a good cause.

“Hey,” Repeated Gekko. “Are you okay ?”

You gently pushed his hand off your shoulder and stood up from your bean bag chair.

“Sorry.” You muttered.

And you rushed out of the room as Gekko called for you, his tone full of worry. You speed-walked towards the garden of the base, putting your headphones on your ears and slightly relaxing when the music reached your brain. You took a deep breath and the wind caressed your skin as you finally walked into the gardens. You took off your shoes and let the grass tickle your bare feet. The night sky watched over you as you finally took a seat on a bench.

Better.

You felt better. You breathed better. You lived better. The music in your ears relaxed your muscles, and the wind murmured on your skin, bringing the fragrance of the different flowers of the garden. You definitely had to compliment Sky and Sage.

Your phone suddenly vibrated and you noticed that Iso sent you a link to a playlist.

⟨Here. To relax your nerves.⟩

You internally smiled and sent a text message to the Chinese duelist to thank him. You started the playlist and relaxed even more when the first note of the first song reached your ears. Iso really did have good taste in music.

You were about to close your eyes when you suddenly felt a finger patting your shoulder. You jolted a little and turned your head to the side to see Cypher’s blue lenses staring back at you. You pulled your headphones down and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Big Brother is watching me ?”

The sentinel let out a small chuckle and sat down beside you, a trap wire traveling on his knuckles.

“Overwhelmed ?”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“I thought I was Big Brother.”

You rolled your eyes but a small smile tugged the corners of your lips. You leaned on the backrest of the bench and let out a deep sigh.

“I’m not in the mood for a game of chess, Cypher.”

The masked man nodded and hummed softly.

“I suspected it.”

“Then why are you here, Optimus Prime ?” You groaned, stretching your arms over your head.

Cypher’s head tilted slightly and by his body language you suspected a smirk to be present under his mask.

“To check on you, dear.”

You raised a skeptical eyebrow and your eyes squinted slightly.

“Right. And may I ask why, dear ?” You scoffed as you rolled your eyes again. “Wait. Let me guess. You saw me walking away from the common room through these cute little cameras of yours, got curious when you couldn't see me then came here.” You interrupted yourself then shook your head. “Nope. There are also cameras in the garden. Then why did you come here ?”

Cypher let out another small chuckle and patted your head with an odd but paternal affection.

“Look who’s playing Sherlock, now.”

You let out an annoyed groan as you tried to push his hand away from your head but Cypher’s mood stayed playful.

“What kind of mentor would I be if I didn't worry about my protégé ?”

You snorted but nodded with a sarcastic smile.“More of a stalker than a mentor.”

“A stalker who is worried about you, then.”

You couldn't see it but you heard the soft smile in his voice. He leaned a bit more towards you, the brim of his long hat hid you from the night sky and the usual faint glow of his blue lenses looked like two little will-o’-the-wisps in the obscurity of the garden. It reminded you of the first time you met each other, a few days after you took down this K-SEC facility. It was in a dark alleyway and the first thing you saw was these blue lenses before you could make out his long and slender figure. But because of his long hat and the darkness of the alleyway, you had almost taken him for a mutated palm tree. Even today you facepalmed yourself when you remembered those thoughts as your eyes stared into his lenses.

“Who eats alone, chokes alone.” He finally whispered with a conspiratorial tone. Something was telling you that he winked under his mask.

“What ?” You facepalmed.

“It’s an Arabic proverb.” He leaned back and his head tilted again. “Loneliness is neither your ally, nor your enemy. It is impartial. In your case, you use it to recharge yourself, but it can also drain you without you noticing, making you depend on it. Use your loneliness but don’t be alone.” His voice dropped a few octaves lower and you felt his eyes sinking deeply into yours. “Use your balance.”

Something was telling you that he was speaking from experience. A slight twitch in his body language maybe. Or a tiny heaviness in his already thick accent, indication of the unusual emotions in his voice. And you realized just now how little you knew about your mentor.

Cypher nodded, as if satisfied by your visible confusion, stood up from the bench and started to walk away.

“Wait a minute, Darth Vader !” You exclaimed, pointing a frustrated finger at him. “I don't speak proverbial shit and neither does google translate. Come back here or I’ll tell Sky you put cameras in the garden !”

Cypher kept walking away, humming a soft tune.

“Speaking of balance…”

“I don’t understand the proverbial shit, you cheap Cyberpunk shit !”

“Have a good night, dear.” He turned towards you briefly. “Oh, and your strawberry teas are delicious.”

This fucker.

He kept walking away until going back inside and you suddenly heard hurried footsteps. You turned your head and saw Gekko and Wingman running in your direction before stopping in front of you.

How did you know it was Gekko with the lack of light ? First of all, Wingman. Second of all, his hair.

Gekko was catching his breath with his hands on his knees while Wingman jumped on your lap, making a few garbling sounds. You raised an eyebrow and looked at them, confused.

“Are you dying ?” You asked Gekko and your eyes widened slightly when he started to wheeze. “Gekko ?”

“Dios !” He exclaimed as he finally caught his breath. “I looked for you throughout the whole base !”

“Did you have to run a marathon for that ?”

Despite your dry tone, your eyes only showed concern for him. You patted the space beside you on the bench and he gladly sat down. He then looked at you and despite the obscurity, you were certain his brows furrowed in worry.

“Are you okay ?”

You shot him a deadpanned look.

“You put your legs through a nocturnal torture by running like a possessed fool throughout the whole base, found me here relaxing in the garden while the soft fragrance of flowers and the night sky kept me company, and ended up wheezing like a dying man about to spew his lungs out and you are asking me if I’m okay ?”

You looked at his figure from head to toe as he chuckled at your small outburst. He was still a bit out of breath from his little run but he seemed quite fine.

“Damn ! Your descriptions are always so…special. Clove would definitely love you to be the Dungeon Master of their next DnD game.” His laugh calmed down and he nervously cleared his throat. “Anyway. I wanted to check on you. You didn't seem fine in the common room. Are you feeling a bit better now ?”

You shot him a bored look and let a deep sigh out of your lungs. Wingman made a few high chirped noises indicating his worry.

“You really love wasting your time, don’t you ?” Your eyes wandered on the night sky. “Aren't you missing the end of the movie ? Shouldn't you be inside with your friends ?”

Gekko frowned and looked at you funny.

“You’re my friend too.”

You let out a small snort that only deepened his frown.

“I’m serious.” He insisted. “We’re maybe not as close as you are with Cypher or Deadlock or… Iso, but I see you as my friend and I will always have your back.”

You looked back at him and even though you couldn't see him clearly because of the obscurity, you felt his eyes looking at you with a fierce determination.

“Plus,” he continued, “you always have my back on the field, fighting like a total badass against the enemies. Remember our last mission in Lotus ? I would have been dead meat if you weren't there.”

Wingman (who had gotten comfy on your lap) nodded with vehemence, agreeing with Gekko’s words.

“I’m not quite sure if you can be ‘dead meat’ when someone like Sage is around.” You said, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

Gekko made a noise between an amused chuckle and a sigh of frustration. You couldn't figure out what was on his mind, which is quite surprising since he was usually so expressive. He then suddenly got closer to you on the bench, grabbed your shoulders and leaned a bit more towards you.

“My point is : you got my back and I got yours. You're my friend and I won’t leave you alone.” His fingers gently squeezed your shoulders. “And I’m sorry.”

It was now your turn to frown as you did not understand why he was apologizing for.

“I invited you to this movie night so I could have an occasion to get to know you better, so we could get to know each other and bond on something that is not mission related.” He explained. “But you clearly weren't at ease. I thought you were about to have a panic attack, back there.”

You felt his thumbs caressing your shoulders as his hands squeezed you a bit more tightly.

“I’m sorry.”

You shook your head and let out another sigh. “Don’t apologize. Your intentions were innocent and sweet.”

You couldn't see the blush on his cheeks but you noticed the slight twitch in his body language.

“Everything's fine.” You insisted. “I’m perfectly fine. Plus, with the new playlist Iso sent me, I can just relax and enjoy the quietude of the garden.”

“Oh.” He said simply.

His voice showed disappointment, sadness even. You vaguely felt his grip on your shoulder faltering a little while Wingman made a few sad garbling sounds.

“Gekko ?”

You couldn't see his face, but his body language showed a slight dispiritedness that didn't match his usual playful and confident personality.

“You and Iso are really close, huh.” He said with an uncharacteristically neutral tone.

His shoulders were now slightly slumped.

“Well, we had heard about each other before we joined Valorant. It was funny to finally meet the infamous ‘Dead Lilac’ in this secret organization.” You chuckled a little, finding the circumstances of your first meeting with the Chinese duelist quite embarrassing. You remembered knocking your head so hard against his chest that it spinned a little.

“That’s…uhm…kinda cute, I guess.”

You wondered what was on the mind of the piece of sweet-woman-heartthrob-trope that Gekko was.

“Well I don't know if it’s cute, but we’ve been exchanging playlists and book recommendations since.” You shrugged and Gekko’s hands slided down your arms at your action. “He’s cool. He has a sweet ‘older sibling’ vibe that put me at ease.”

The young initiator seemed to perk at your words and so was his radivore critter.

“‘Older sibling’ vibe ?” He repeated. “What do you mean ?”

“Well, you see how siblings sometimes banter with each other but always have each other's back ?” You started to explain and you saw his figure tilting his head. “Well that's our relationship with Iso. You probably know what I’m talking about. I noticed that you had quite the same thing with Neon.” You shrugged again.

His whole demeanor seemed to relax when he let out a laugh filled with relief. You frowned a little, not understanding this sudden outburst of joy.

“You alright ?” You raised a worried eyebrow and squinted your eyes a little. “Maybe you should get some sleep.”

It was at this moment that the moon finally decided to come out of behind the clouds, illuminating both of your faces. You both looked at each other, admiring your features. Your eyes wandered on his freckles without noticing his lovestruck gaze on you.

“Maybe I'm a bit tired.” He whispered with a lost tone, as if he didn't understand what he just said.

“Hm.” You looked down on your lap to notice Wingman shrinking and hopping towards Gekko’s shoulder. “Wanna go back inside ?”

“You’re going back inside ?” Gekko asked.

“No.”

“Then I’ll stay with you.” He got more comfortable on the bench and you felt him lean a bit more towards you. “Unless my presence is overwhelming.”

You shook your head and leaned against the backrest of the bench.

“No. You’re fine.”

“Cool.” He nodded and let out a small sigh of relief.

A comfortable silence settled between you, slightly disturbed by the faint music from your headphones. Your eyes wandered on the night sky, unaware of Gekko’s longing glances in your direction. You were completely oblivious to his poor heart beating so fast and so loud that he feared you could hear it. You did not notice. You never did. Ever since you set your foot into the base for the first time, his eyes were always on you. At first it was curiosity. Curious about the agent recommended by the mysterious man that was Cypher. Then it was admiration for the fierce fighter that you turned into once on the field. And finally, it bloomed to be a small crush that never ceased to grow. Your charisma hypnotized him. His feelings for you were so obvious that his friends never stopped to tease him. Even Reyna said that he looked like a lost puppy everytime you were around and Harbor often asked him to focus when you were in his field of view. And of course, he was jealous of how close Iso was with you. The duelist could talk to you without any problem, he could receive your smiles, your laughs, your friendly fist-bumps while the only times Gekko could have a proper interaction with you was during missions or briefings. Even during training you stayed in your corner, avoiding interactions.

But right now, he felt so happy. This was the longest interaction you’ve ever had with each other and he couldn't help but smile.

He turned his head in your direction and softly called you.

“Yeah ?”

“I heard that you love to draw.” He nervously rubbed his neck but kept his eyes on yours. “We could someday, you know, draw together while chilling in my room. If it’s okay with you of course.”

You shot him an indescribable glance and he suddenly felt so stupid for not using drawing as a way to bond with you sooner instead of the movie night. But he relaxed a little when you ended up shrugging.

“Why not.”

It was a start. He will not confess his feelings for now. It was way too soon. But he will certainly enjoy these moments with you. He will enjoy bonding with you and get to know you better.

Anecdote : the Arabic proverb mentioned by Cypher is something the father of a friend once told me when I was a kid. It's stuck in my mind, ever since.

I'm not proud of the ending ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ But it's fine. It is just a test, after all.

I don't know if I'll post the part. 2. I'll most probably keep it in my drafts.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. I wish you a lovely day/night.

#gekko x reader #valorant x reader #gekko x you #valorant imagines #★nana is writing…

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 3 months ago

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The Underground (Part 1) | #LeviMonth2024 Angst Two-Shot

✧ word count ➼ ~1.6k ✧ notes ➼ mafia!au, mafia boss!levi x assassin!reader, very brief alcohol mention, loosely based off the longfic i've been attempting to write for a year 😭, gets pretty angsty but will be more comfort in part 2 (✿◡‿◡) ✧ comments ➼ levi month entry for august 24! posting part 2 on 08/28 with the secret relationship prompt ☺️ ✧ join my levi month taglist here!

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The Underground was a dangerous place. There were enemies around every corner and any allies formed were only temporary. Anyone that thought otherwise generally did not survive for very long.

You were hired to kill a major ally of the mafia at a Gala in which multiple underground organizations would be attending. The target itself wasn't anyone too special and the sheer number of casual guests made it so that the mission itself wouldn't have been too hard to accomplish, other than one factor: the fact that Levi Ackerman was the mafia boss.

Even that wouldn't have been as problematic if you hadn't been sleeping with him. You convinced yourself that it was nothing other than a mutually beneficial relationship sexually, but the realistic part of you knew that wasn't the case.

Still, Levi wasn't your priority tonight. You just had to kill your target. That was all that mattered. You just had to gamble on the luck that Levi wouldn't catch sight of you beforehand.

You stalked closer to your target, with a slow-acting poison hidden under your sleeve. All you had to do was get close to your target, spike his drink, and then leave.

Levi saw you almost immediately. It had nothing to do with how well you were blending in. He just knew you well enough to be able to tell that it was you based on your stature and the way you moved around the room.

For the first time since getting involved with you, Levi's emotions started to overwhelm him and cloud his ability to make rational decisions. He had always been able to keep any potential personal matters at an arm's length, but his growing affection for you continuously blurred those boundaries.

You tensed as you noticed that Levi had begun weaving through the crowd to get to you. Knowing that you wouldn't be able to lose him with how close he already was, you made your way over to the bar to grab a glass of champagne in an attempt to seem nonchalant.

"Of all the places I'd expect to run into you," he muttered softly, his footsteps gentle as he stepped up behind you, leaning against one of the bar stools with his hands in his pockets. "This was not one of them."

"...what are you doing here, Levi?" you asked as you elegantly sipped on the champagne, appearing unfazed by his presence.

Levi tilted his head slightly, a small smirk tugging at his lips, which was almost imperceptible beneath his stoic exterior.

"Well, aren't we formal tonight?" he mused. "I could ask you the same question—but I have my suspicions as to what your true purpose is here."

Your eyes darted to the side in his general direction. "...who says I'm not just here for the food and drink?"

"Food and drink, huh?" he said, his voice laced with skepticism as his eyebrows furrowed together into a frown. "That's it? You're not even trying to convince me."

"I have nothing to convince you of. You're the one that's paranoid about me being anything other than just a casual guest tonight."

Levi snorted at your audacity, seeing right through your facade. Your movements, the way you kept checking for exits—they were all signs that he could see through. It was subtle, and barely present, but present enough for him to notice.

He leaned in close to you, whispering directly into your ear.

"Your fucking behavior," he growled. "If you were really here as a 'casual guest', then why were you avoiding me?"

"And avoiding you automatically means I'm working for the enemy?" you questioned in an amused tone. "Newsflash, but maybe I just didn't want to see you."

"Quit lying out of your ass, _____," Levi scolded before suddenly grabbing onto your wrist.

Your instincts were fast, but he was much faster, immediately revealing the poison vial that you had hidden, and snatching it away from you.

"Care to explain yourself?" he asked with a deadpan expression as he dangled the vial in front of you, immediately taking a step back with it and raising an eyebrow up at you once you tried to snatch it back.

"Stay out of it, Levi!"

"Stay out of what?"

You paused in your response, knowing that he had you cornered. You knew that you couldn't talk your way through this, but you couldn't exactly just give up on your mission either.

"Levi..." you eventually spoke quietly, clearly hesitant to answer his question. "If I tell you, they'll send someone after you, even if you are the mafia boss."

"I think I'll manage. Who are you working for?"

Levi already had his suspicions as to who your employer was. There was only one other group in the city that had enough resources to take on a major organization like the mafia.

You were reluctant to talk, but you also knew that there wasn't a way out of this without getting violent. You parted your lips to speak, your voice barely audible once you did.

"...the Interior Police."

Levi remained silent, but the frown on his face grew. The confirmation of your involvement with the IP hit him hard. His lover, the one who made his days brighter and more bearable, was actually there to harm those he considered his family.

You matched his frown once you saw the look of disdain in his eyes.

"You have no right to judge me. The mafia's been wreaking havoc in the city for decades," you explained, although you knew deep down that the IP was still a shady organization despite being officially recognized by the government. "Are you really that surprised that the government has finally sent someone to dismantle you?"

His expression darkened upon hearing your explanation. He understood the weight of the consequences their actions had brought upon the city. Although it had been years since he took over from Kenny, he knew he still had a long ways to go if he truly wanted to pursue the path of redirecting the mafia's priorities.

It felt like an impossible task, but Levi had been hauling ass in an attempt to provide reparations for the damage the mafia had caused, and to turn it into less of a violent organization for hire, and more of one that provided the underground with protection against the government that was growing more and more corrupt with every passing day.

The fact that you were here to fuck that all up made it all the more irritating, especially once you provided your half-assed reasoning for it.

"Is that all there is to it?" he challenged, his voice laced with bitter disappointment. "After all we've been through, you just throw it all away because of some twisted notion of justice?"

He couldn't help but feel hurt by your words. To you, he was just another enemy leader to eliminate—but to him, this was much more than just a game or mission. You were here to fuck up everything that he had fought for since taking over as boss.

You remained silent, knowing that you weren't telling the complete truth. The IP claimed to play a vigilante role, but all you really did was complete the government's dirty work that they didn't want in the official records. The funder you were targeting had shorted you on a deal, and your superiors put a kill order out on them while disguising it as making a major blow to the mafia.

"...strings pulled, bribes paid, secrets kept," Levi replied, internally berating himself for even getting this involved with you despite knowing that something was up ever since he first met you. "That's what the underground comes down to in the end, right? People trying to climb higher by dragging others down."

He scoffed, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he continued. "All this time, I trusted you—thought we shared something beyond the games of deception and violence this world is plagued by—but looks like I was wrong."

You pursed your lips together, your heart sinking as he dismissed your relationship. It was true that you had never entered anything official, but you knew that there was at least something. You bit down on your lip, knowing that you couldn't afford to let your emotions cloud your judgement.

"...so did I," you whispered. "I really had hoped that some day, when this war was over, that we'd be able to figure out whatever it is that we have. But I guess I was wrong as well."

"War doesn't leave much room for hope," he grumbled, barely allowing you to finish your sentence, his voice laced with regret and anger. "Especially when you're knee-deep in enemies pretending to be allies.

"I never pretended to be your ally, Levi," you whispered. "I might live a double life, but not with you. It was only with you that I didn't feel like I had to live a lie. Loving you was real. That, I won't lie about."

You saw Levi hesitate for just a split second, although he quickly corrected his posture, gathering the resolve needed to close himself off to you, unable to fully trust you.

"...Leave," he said coldly, turning away.

Before you could protest, he looked at you over his shoulder again with nothing other than hostility and a cold glare he only reserved for his adversaries.

"If I see you on this complex again, then I'll have no choice but to assume that you're the enemy."

#: @shayewrites @littlerequiem @i-lev-you @humanitys-strongest-brat @mostlilo @dustbuniesworld @levisrations @ebechnasheim @moonchild-angel @jayteacups @bipolargatto @samackermaan @deepzombieyouth @levkuna @levisfavoriteteashop @ackermanswifee @ae-chidori @2dsimpomg @anti-cupid

#levimonth24 #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi heichou x reader #captain levi x reader #levi angst #levi #levi ackerman #levi heichou #captain levi #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin #snk

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thesirencult · 1 year ago

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PAC : WHO IS YOUR DIVINE FEMININE?

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PILE 1

Fierce Like Fire & Rain

Your Divine feminine is fierce. Leather jacket and smell of tobacco. Strong perfumes that are masculine in nature and lacy underwear that reminds you of her immense sexiness.

They love fast and hard. They could even ride a motorcycle and have long wild hair. Their appearance is untamed and authentic just like them.

Their kisses are salty and spicy making you dizzy with their energetic nature.

A fireball, made of lightning and firey breaths.

Unstoppable. Untamable. Yours.

They/She only wants to be yours. Fierce and loyal you will never question your feminines heart.

PILE 2

Laid-back - Chill & Deep Soul

This is a wise feminine. She stands by your side while you grab her small hand in yours and kiss her tiny fingertips. You know she is intelligent and smart but stays low key and calm.

She wants a simple life and you want to wife her up really fast. As soon as you'll see her, probably in the wild while running errands or at the gym, you'll think "I wanna make you a mom, mami.". You'll feel nervous around her at first as she will seem unapproachable but as soon as you start talking with her you'll recognize their soul.

Your relationship will be very goofy. First best friends then passionate lovers. You'll feel very protective over them. You will go to the gym together and long walks with your Golden Retriever. They love babies and puppies.

You'll find them asleep on the couch after you return home from work. A book by their side and your loyal dog cuddling on their feet. This person will have tiny feet and hands even for their height. I sense a height difference with you.

You'll love their humour and the way they love unconditionally.

They will be a healing presence in your life, taking care of you when you're sick and making you a cup of coffee as soon as you wake up.

You won't be able to hold back from kissing them and touching them. You will love their hair and will try to braid it and smell it. This is the girl/boy next door who is hiding a few spicy secrets. You are the only one that will see their depths.

PILE 3

Slow & Steady

The stars don't hold a candle to your lovers magic. Simple yet magical, they are writing their to-do list under candlelight. They may wear glasses. Smart, clean and organized this is an A+ student.

At times anxiety consumes but other times they are ready to ace everything. Nothing can stop them when they want something. This is Spencer Hastings from PLL vibes.

Reserved but loyal. Hardworking and serious when they want to let their hair down they come to your arms and beg for cuddles and kisses, silently. You know what you have to do to take their mind off of the stresses of life.

PILE 4

Sunny and special. Sookie from True Blood shares this energy. Innocent looking with dirty desires. Their style is girl next door x clean girl aesthetic. Polite to everyone and kind to a fault they are a sweetheart.

You have to make the first move everytime or else they will just stick to daydreaming of you at their job, picturing a walk at the beach where they will be twirling around like a little kid. Their kiss are pecks at first, innocently seducing you by turning away when you try to touch them. You take the lead and start deepening the kisses grabbing on their hair and whispering sweet tender words in their ear while nibbling on their earlobe.

#tarot reading #astrology #tarot #pick a card #pick a pile #pac reading #pick a photo #pick a picture #soulmate #future spouse

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left-ctrl-shift · 22 days ago

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I've seen a lot of discussions and takes on the new format of the life series, and how secret life and wild life feel different from the earlier seasons. how the new gimmicks changed the essence of the series.

I personally think the novelty factor plays a big role in all of this. both for us the viewers and ccs the players. in 3rd life and to some extent last life players were unfamiliar with the concept of the games itself and its mechanics and environment. they didn't really know how it would play out and how they should behave. many players didn't actually know each other before the first season. and that made many interpersonal dynamics and drama of 3rd life so much more organic and natural.

in later seasons players and viewers alike already know how these series work. they know their strategies and know what to expect from others on the server. they know what is to come and how to deal with that. now cc know what they want to do and in a way plan for the next season. many of them know who they would like to team up. all of that changes the dynamics of the game.

there is also the fact that the winners don't really want or try to win for the second time. which is totally reasonable from the ccs standpoint (i don't even want to imagine what kinds of things would be said about that in the fanbase). however, it was one thing, when it was 1 out 17 people who wasn't fighting that hard for the win. Now we have 6 out of 18, which is a third of the server.

All things considered, I think it would be very hard to create a new drastically different and engaging season every time with the same cast and extremely similar gimmicks. It worked great for first four seasons, but I feel like that would make the series predictable and a bit repetitive in a the long run, if not for the new gimmicks.

im happy that we have this newer version of the series, even if it doesn't feel like earlier seasons. but overall I don't think that having a gimmick similar to first seasons would change the way the series feel now in any significant way. I think newer seasons would still feel different, but in the worst case, they would be just less entertaining.

#shift talks #wild life #trafficblr #traffic series #life series #3rd life

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scary-grace · 9 days ago

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Enough to Go By (Chapter 20) - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

Your best friend vanished on the same night his family was murdered, and even though the world forgot about him, you never did. When a chance encounter brings you back into contact with Shimura Tenko, you'll do anything to make sure you don't lose him again. Keep his secrets? Sure. Aid the League of Villains? Of course. Sacrifice everything? You would - but as the battle between the League of Villains and hero society unfolds, it becomes clear that everything is far more than you or anyone else imagined it would be. (cross-posted to Ao3)

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19

Chapter 20

Thanks to the alliance between the League of Villains and the Meta Liberation Army – or more accurately, the League’s hostile takeover of the Meta Liberation army – you’ve learned a lot more than you ever wanted to about the country’s largest gang of quirk supremacists. Their ideology is roughly as awful as you thought it was, and if your quirk hadn’t shown up, they’d be treating you like shit, regardless of what Tenko or the rest of the League had to say about it. Their members, at least in the upper echelons, are uniformly upper-class, and most of them are fourth- or fifth-generation quirk-users in addition to being second- or third-generation members of the organization. In spite of the terrible things the lieutenant you killed was saying to Spinner right before your bullets tore through his aortic arch, the MLA doesn’t appear to distinguish between quirks. If you have a quirk, you’re in the club.

That means you’re in, as much as you’d rather not be. You’re treated with deference you haven’t earned, and every person you encounter seems to be trying their damnedest to forgive you for killing one of their senior members and shooting their former leader a whopping nineteen times. You try to stay away from them as much as possible, but some of them are hard to avoid – like Re-Destro, who’s constantly hovering around Tomura and who seems to think that you and he are destined to get along.

So far, he’s interpreted the dislike you can barely hide as a protectiveness over Tomura, which is part of it. The rest is something simpler. When you faced him in Deika City, he made it clear that he wanted you dead whether you were part of the League or not; even if you hadn’t been, your quirklessness would have condemned you. You try not to hold grudges, but that’s not something you’ll ever forget.

The MLA has been holding off on the presentation of Tomura as the new Grand Commander until Tomura’s able to sit up without enough pain medication to sedate a horse running through his system. The day’s arrived – sooner than anyone expected, courtesy of your quirk. Re-Destro’s insisted on providing Tomura with appropriate clothes for such a momentous occasion, and he brought his personal tailor to make it happen. Tomura wouldn’t go unless you came with him, and Re-Destro decided that since he’s the only person in the equation who’s ever worn a suit, he needs to have an opinion on the matter. So you and Re-Destro are sitting off to one side of the room, watching as Tomura’s fitted for the first suit of his life.

He’s fidgeting, clearly uncomfortable with standing for so long, but you’re getting a little fixated on the suit itself. Even halfway fitted, it looks good on him. Really good. You’re always attracted to him, no matter what he’s wearing, but this is so outside your frame of reference for him that desire hits you like a punch in the stomach. It’s not a feeling you want to have while sitting next to Re-Destro, who’s staring just as avidly at Tomura for what you fervently hope is a very different reason.

It’s a relief when he turns his attention to you, but not much of one. You’ve got your veil on, and it’s opaque enough to hide the flush in your cheeks, but you have a hard time imagining that you aren’t radiating concentrated horniness that Skeptic’s satellites could pick up from orbit. With that in mind, maybe it’s a good thing that Re-Destro’s trying to talk to you. You could use a distraction. You pull your gaze away from Tomura with an effort and turn towards the man he deposed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. Say again?”

“It’s all right,” Re-Destro says. He probably thinks he sounds magnanimous. The word you’d use is condescending. “I was just asking how you’ve adjusted to the awakening of your meta ability.”

“I’ve – um, adjusted.” You really don’t want to talk about this. “Thank you for asking.”

That should be the end of it, in your opinion, but Re-Destro doesn’t let you off the hook. “Were you aware you had a latent meta ability?”

“No,” you say. “In my family, quirks are present at birth. They all had them, and I didn’t. That was it.”

The magnanimity fades. Now he looks like he’s thinking hard about something. “Was that not the answer you were hoping for?” you ask.

“It wasn’t.” Re-Destro earns the smallest sliver of your respect by owning up to it. “Quirk latency theory presents a problem for Liberation ideology. The place of the quirkless in a world based on Liberation ideology is clear and unambiguous. If quirk latency theory is correct, then a Liberated society becomes more difficult to implement.”

Liberation ideology is so antithetical to a society most people would want to live in that it would topple if you blew on it too hard. You engage in a maneuver that you’ve been using since you were quirkless and play dumb. “How so?”

“The average age of awakening is four years old. We’ll set that as the mean of our distribution,” Re-Destro says. You’re about to get a statistics lesson, and you only feel slightly guilty for hoping that Tomura will suddenly keel over and give you a way out of it. “However, a not-insignificant number of meta abilities, like your family’s or those of heteromorphs, present at birth. Imagine them at the left side of the mean. Together these groups constitute eighty-five percent of individuals with meta abilities.”

He glances at you. You nod. “Now, if we look to the right side, we’ll see a precipitous drop,” Re-Destro continues. “Of the metahuman population, ninety percent awaken their abilities by age five. Ninety-three percent by age six. Ninety-eight percent by age seven. A tiny percentage of the population awakens their abilities in early adolescence – I believe a current UA student holds Japan’s record.”

“Midoriya.”

“Midoriya?” Tomura scoffs. “That’s not his quirk.”

It’s quiet for a second. “What do you mean?” Re-Destro asks, but Tomura ignores him, and after a long, awkward stretch of time, Re-Destro turns his attention back to you. “In any case, it’s well-known that meta abilities don’t awaken past adolescence. The categories of metahuman and human are easily defined, unless –”

“Unless quirk latency theory is correct,” you say. “If it’s correct, it means that everyone’s a potential metahuman. Nobody can be written off.”

Re-Destro nods. You can tell the idea doesn’t agree with him. “You represent an extreme outlier,” he says, “in more ways than one. It was clear from your actions during the Revival Party that you are a true believer in the Grand Commander’s vision – the first true believer, if my sources are correct.”

“They’re correct,” Tomura says, before you can say a word.

Re-Destro turns to him, clearly hoping he’ll say more, but Tomura goes back to picking at the sleeve the tailor’s just adjusted. You and Tomura are going to have a talk later about how your responsibilities as his sidekick slash girlfriend don’t include constantly running interference with the guy he overthrew, but for now, you’re still the main object of Re-Destro’s attention. “You believed you were quirkless,” he says. “What led you to devote yourself to a vision such as the Grand Commander’s?”

There’s a lot of reasons why, but all of those came later. There’s only one that really matters. “It’s his.”

Re-Destro looks surprised. Tomura looks sort of surprised, honestly. He’s stopped glaring at the tailor in favor of staring at you, looking as thrown off as you’ve seen him look in a while. He really shouldn’t be, in your opinion. You hold his gaze and watch as the same smile he wore when you were children crosses his face, the one you saw when you came up with a new twist for your games or swapped lunches with him or even just when you got out your front door first and were waiting for him on the sidewalk for the walk to school. Shigaraki Tomura or Shimura Tenko – he’s who you’re devoted to. He always has been.

You get a few more seconds of his real smile before the tailor accidentally sticks him with a needle and Tomura turns to snap at him. “Saintess,” Re-Destro says, and you glance sideways. “Since you’ll be accompanying the Grand Commander onstage, you should look the part. Some updates have been made to your costume for the sake of form and functionality.”

Functionality is fine. Form, on the other hand – “What did you do to it?”

“I want to see,” Tomura says, which practically guarantees that it’ll be here in two seconds. Re-Destro zips out of the room in his motorized wheelchair to retrieve it. You glare at Tomura, who looks back, unrepentant. “I have to wear this stupid thing. I’m not going to be the only one dressed like a clown.”

“You don’t look like a clown,” you say. “You look – um –”

Tomura’s waiting for your answer, but you really don’t want to say it in front of the tailor, and it doesn’t take Tomura long to figure that out. “Go away,” he says, and the tailor books it. Tomura looks back to you. “What?”

“You look really hot.”

Tomura coughs. “What?”

“You do.”

“You’re joking,” Tomura says. You shake your head. “You just want me to quit bitching about the suit.”

“You can bitch about the suit forever if you want. You still look really hot.”

Tomura looks flustered. You’ve never seen him look flustered before. “Don’t say weird things.”

“Saying you need to touch your sidekick is weird,” you say. Tomura’s mouth twitches. “Saying my boyfriend’s hot in a suit is normal.”

“It’s not funny. Stop saying it.”

“You don’t believe me?” you ask. Tomura’s gaze slides away from yours. Maybe you need to be a little more convincing. “Let me show you.”

You’re still kissing him when Re-Destro comes back in, and you take your time pulling away, just in case Tomura had any doubts left. Tomura’s slow to let you go. Whatever Re-Destro’s just dragged in, he can see it over your shoulder, and his eyes widen. “Damn,” he says, and you turn to look.

If there’s functionality hiding somewhere in your new costume, you can’t find it. The original was washed-out grey, shapeless without a sash, obviously thrifted and cheaply made. This one is jet-black, with a shimmering veil and a silver crown, but your biggest problem with it is the shape and structure that’s been added to the tunic. It looks tight. Really tight.

Only a guy would have designed a costume like this. You cross your arms over your chest and try to keep the acid out of your voice. “What updates did you make to the functionality?”

“The reinforcing in the tunic may look cosmetic, but it was added to accommodate Kevlar paneling,” Re-Destro says. “It will be tighter and heavier than the previous costume, but it will provide protection for the center mass – which, as I’m sure you know, is the target of choice for most competent snipers.”

Tomura is smirking. “Would it stop nineteen shots?” he asks. “That’s how many times she shot you.”

“Nineteen?” Re-Destro looks genuinely puzzled. “It’s highly unlikely that anyone would aim that many shots at Saintess. She presents a much smaller target than I do.”

That, and one well-placed shot would be enough to take you down. Tomura nods, still smirking. “What else did you do to it?”

“The veil is a special fabric that functions as a two-way mirror. Saintess can see out, but no one can see in,” Re-Destro continues. “The boots are of better quality. The crown can be armed with this –”

He holds up a silver bracelet. “And once armed, it will deliver a shock to anyone who attempts to remove it.”

“Oh,” you say. “That’s – um.”

“The modifications are defensive, for the most part,” Re-Destro says. “Aesthetically, black suits the Grand Commander much better. Would you like to try it on?”

“Try it,” Tomura says. You give him a pained look. “I’m wearing the suit.”

You get a look at yourself as you’re changing into the costume and feel your heart lurch. It’s not just that it’s tighter, heavier, that the crown on your head’s gone from barely functional to weaponizable. Maybe it’s the color. Grey was passable. Black looks scary, and it only gets worse when you put on the veil. In your old costume, you look like half a ghost with a red belt and cheap shoes. In the new one, you look like a specter, a wraith. In your old costume, you were strange, but that was it. In this one, you’re unmistakably a villain.

That’s what you are now. A villain, a murderer, aiding and abetting the leader of the nation’s criminals in destroying the world-that-is with the faint hope that you can build a better one. You look like a villain because you are a villain. The sooner you get used to that, the better.

Re-Destro looks pleased when you step out from behind the screen, but Tomura doesn’t. Tomura’s frowning. “Not black,” he says.

“Red? To match with you –”

“No,” Tomura says, and for a split second, you think he’s about to put an end to this whole stupid exercise. “White.”

Re-Destro coughs. What you’re doing is more like choking. “Are you certain?” Re-Destro asks. “White has certain associations –”

“White,” Tomura says. Re-Destro starts to hem and haw about it, and Tomura cuts him off. “Make it happen. Or she wears whatever she wants – and so do I.”

Re-Destro’s definitely not about to sacrifice Tomura in a suit just so he can make you wear black. He zips off again, and Tomura reaches for you, pulls you closer. He catches the edge of your veil and flips it back, exposing your face. “You aren’t like us,” he says. “I’m not making you dress like it.”

“Not like you? I am,” you say. “I’m a villain –”

“Killing somebody to save a friend makes you a villain? No.” Tomura shakes his head. He grimaces slightly, and you realize how long he’s been standing. You need him to sit down. “That’s not who you are. I know who you are.”

He does. Just like you’ve always known who he is, underneath the hands and the suit and any other trappings of villainy he’s tried on. Still – “Does it have to be white?”

“You want it to be black?”

“Black and white aren’t the only colors on the planet,” you say. Any color is better than black, though. You’d be fine to just go with grey again, but it sounds like that’s not what Tenko wants. “I don’t want black. Do you really want it to be white?”

“Yes.”

He doesn’t say why, and you don’t ask him, but when the two of you step out onstage in front of the gathered members of the MLA, you’re dressed in white instead of grey or black. Even the League seems startled by your new look. “You look like a bride,” Toga hisses under the cover of Re-Destro’s speech.

Spinner disagrees. “You look like a ghost.”

White is a wedding color. It also symbolizes purity – and looked at another way, it symbolizes death. If Tomura’s making a statement in making you wear white, you’ve got no idea what it is. You and the others stand still through the speech, cheer dutifully when Tomura announces the MLA’s new name, chosen by Spinner and Re-Destro, and file off the stage while the members of the newly-christened Paranormal Liberation Front cheer. Dabi hops off the stage and vanishes into the crowd, and no one stops him. You stick close to Tomura. He was on his feet through the ceremony, but he’s not good at walking with the cane he has to use, and you still haven’t figured out how to make your quirk work faster.

The doctor was watching the ceremony. You know, because he calls the instant you’re offstage. “My congratulations to you, Shigaraki. Your master will be proud when he hears what you’ve accomplished.”

“I did it without him. And without you.” Tomura’s grimacing. It’s quiet for a second. “This is the part where you tell me why I should keep taking your calls.”

“Ooh, Tomura-kun is spicy today!” Toga grins. “Tomura is right, mister – why should we listen to you? What can you do for us?”

You’re not upset about the idea of cutting the doctor out of things, but you are concerned about how Tomura’s going about it. The fact that the doctor isn’t hanging up the phone somehow makes you more nervous, not less. “I understand,” the doctor says, “but why not accept the power your master and I have already stockpiled for you before you go? We were very careful in curating a collection of abilities that would suit you, and it would be a shame to waste them.”

It’s quiet for a second. “What kind of abilities?” Tomura asks.

“Why, quirks, of course!” The doctor sounds surprised that Tomura would ask, but you don’t trust the doctor on anything, let alone his reactions over the phone. If you saw him in person, you’d have a better read on him, but you can’t. “Come to meet me. Bring Saintess with you. I’m confident we can come to an agreement.”

“Why just me?” you ask. It strikes you as weird. “The rest of the League should come, too.”

“You’ll report back to them after the meeting, of course. Some of you need to remain where you are, to consolidate your control over Shigaraki’s new subjects.”

That’s true, you suppose. You still don’t like it. Nothing good has ever happened when the League’s split up – the Deika incident should be all the proof of that you need. Tomura’s thinking along the same lines. “You should come here. You’re more mobile than we are.”

“My equipment isn’t, and if I go missing, it will be noticed. Unlike you all, Saintess and I are still undercover,” the doctor says. You’re not sure how undercover you are these days – you’ve committed crimes now, and the fact that your crimes took place in the context of hundreds of other crimes doesn’t mean that Kazuo won’t spot them if he asks the right questions. “Make your arrangements, Shigaraki. Saintess and I will be waiting.”

“What?” Tomura demands, but by the time he figures it out, the warp sludge is already spewing from your mouth and nose. The last thing you see is hands reaching towards you – Spinner’s, Toga’s. Tomura’s. His fingers brush over the back of your hand, scrabbling for purchase, and then you’re gone.

You reappear in the doctor’s lab, and you’re already in a bad mood. “He’s going to kill you for that.”

“I think he’ll change his mind,” the doctor says indulgently. You don’t think that. At all. “This isn’t simply to force compliance. I have a final test to run. How severe would you say Shigaraki’s injuries are these days?”

You’re trying to cough the taste of warp sludge out of your mouth. It takes you a second. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, how much healing does he have left to do?”

“Um –” You think it over. “The internal organ lacerations are healed. His hand isn’t healing fast. He keeps trying to use it. There’s the same problem with his leg.”

“He’s far from recovered, then.” The doctor holds a set of leads out to you. “Attach these in the proper locations. No needles this time.”

He says that, but he’s lying. After a few minutes, he draws some blood, then clamps a pulse oxygen monitor onto your finger. Next he makes you huff into a peak flow monitor, at which point you start to get annoyed again. “What are you doing?”

“Healing quirks come at a cost, typically paid by the person being healed.” The doctor puts the vials of your blood into a centrifuge and sets it spinning. “The most famous quirk of that type – Heal, possessed by UA’s Recovery Girl – depends on the stamina of the individual being healed. If that stamina is exceeded by the energy needed to heal the injuries, the person dies. That quirk couldn’t have mended Shigaraki’s injuries, even if you possessed it.”

He’s looking at you, like there’s something you’re supposed to grasp here, but your mouth tastes like warp sludge, and you’re not in the mood. “And?”

“You’re smarter than that, dear. I’ll wait.”

Healing quirks have a cost. If Tomura had paid it, he would have died. The only other person in the equation is you. “It comes from me,” you say, and the doctor nods. “I didn’t feel anything. I haven’t felt anything. If I had –”

“It may not be perceptible to you at the moment, but based on the tests I’m conducting as we speak, your body is under a level of strain that does not match your current exertion.” The doctor points out the EKG he’s been taking, which shows consistent tachycardia, and the peak flow output, which is low, and your pulse oxygen, which is also low. “My current theory is this: When you are close to Shigaraki, the strain is negligible. The farther you are from him, the harder your body has to work in order to maintain the same boost to his healing capacity. I further theorize that this effect grows more pronounced when his injuries are severe.”

“So if I was far enough away from him and he was badly hurt –”

“Your body would exhaust its own resources to maintain the healing factor, and you’d die,” the doctor says, like he’s talking about the weather. “For a quirk that can’t be switched off, this is disastrous, and it leads me to believe that there’s a third difference between your quirk and your cousin’s. La Brava’s quirk costs her nothing. It’s simply an expression of her love. But your quirk, taken to its extreme, could lead you to pay the ultimate price.”

You don’t know what to say to that. Or what to think about it. Your mind is completely blank. “In light of that,” the doctor continues, “it’s likely that love is not the only requirement for the activation of your quirk. Tell me – before you spoke the activation phrase, would you happen to have had any thought about valuing Shigaraki’s survival above your own?”

No. You didn’t, and you’re about to say that – and then you remember one desperate thought, as you were holding his hand and staring at certain doom spelled out on the screen. “Yes.”

“That’s the key, then, and why your quirk didn’t activate the first time you told a person you loved them,” the doctor says. He sounds pleased with himself. “Your quirk bestows an increased healing factor on the person you love most, whose life you place above your own. Devotion doesn’t begin to cover it.”

A device is beeping somewhere in the offing. The doctor consults it. “Shigaraki is trying to reach me. Take those leads off. I’ll bring him here shortly.”

The doctor answers the call. You can hear Tomura snarling at him through the phone, and the doctor assuring him that you’re perfectly fine. The doctor gestures for the Nomu with the warp quirk to activate it, and Tomura’s voice chokes off suddenly. He’ll be here soon. He’ll be here soon, and with what you know now about your quirk – “Sir,” you say to the doctor, and he looks at you. “Don’t tell him.”

“Why, Saintess, I’m surprised at you. Don’t you think that’s something your master should know?”

“Yes,” you say, because it is. “But it’s my quirk. I’ll tell him myself.”

“Of course,” the doctor says. Warp sludge spills into midair, falling from Tomura’s mouth, and you can see fury on his face. “In exchange, I’ll need you to prevent him from killing me.”

Right. You get between Tomura and the doctor just as the last of the warp sludge dissipates. “I’m fine,” you say to Tomura. “The doctor just wanted to talk to me about – doctor stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“How you were healing, mainly.” That’s not a lie. You leave out the part where the doctor was more interested in the mechanism of the healing than how it’s going. “Is everything okay back there?”

“Spinner and Compress are in charge until we get back,” Tomura says. He’s glaring at the doctor over your shoulder. “When are we getting back?”

“Yes. As you know, your master has been compiling quirks for you, in order to allow you to become the next him,” the doctor says. That’s news to you, but Tomura doesn’t look surprised. “Based on the Deika incident and your takeover of the Meta Liberation Army, you’ve reached the physical strength and maturity necessary to manage them. Some you’ll recognize, as they’re copies of the quirks your master possessed –”

“Why are they copies?”

“It was intended to be the originals, but your master was captured after Kamino,” the doctor says. Tomura’s shoulders tense. “No need to worry. The copies are just as good.”

“Which quirks of his do I get?” Tomura doesn’t look opposed to the idea. He doesn’t necessarily look into it, either. “I don’t want all of them.”

“We’ll go over the full list in a moment, but there are two that are particularly important,” the doctor says. “First is your master’s quirk – All For One. He currently possesses a copy. You will receive the original. Second, there is a synthetic quirk, one I’ve been working on for quite some time: Super-Regeneration.“

Something clicks into place in your head. “My quirk speeds up Tomura’s natural healing process. If the starting point of that is Super-Regeneration –”

“Then Shigaraki becomes nearly indestructible,” the doctor says. “The injuries you suffered in the takeover of the Meta Liberation Army were severe, and the recovery has been unpleasant. Imagine never taking that sort of damage again.”

Tomura is nodding, and it occurs to you that there’s another side effect. If Tomura has Super-Regeneration, if your quirk is accelerating an already-advanced healing capability, the likelihood that Tomura will take an injury that it would kill you to heal is low. “All For One, and Super-Regeneration,” Tomura says, and you try to focus. “What else?”

There’s a list. Search, a quirk stolen from a pro hero that allows the user to gather information about a person just by looking at them. Air Walk, which gives the capability of flight. Strength and speed enhancements. Something called Radio Waves, that would let Tomura disrupt electronic communications at will. With this collection of quirks, combined with Decay, Tomura would be close to omnipotent. As close as it’s possible to get.

Tomura doesn’t think so. “This isn’t enough,” he says. “All Might –”

“You aren’t facing All Might,” the doctor reminds him. “And One For All’s new wielder is nowhere near his master’s level.”

You feel like you missed something. “What’s One For All?”

The doctor looks askance at Tomura. “You didn’t tell her?”

“It didn’t come up,” Tomura snaps, but he looks guilty when he turns to you. “There’s this quirk that gets passed from person to person. It collects their physical abilities and it collects their quirks, if they have quirks. My grandma was the seventh person to have it. All Might’s the eighth. Midoriya’s the ninth.”

“Oh,” you say. “That’s why he’s – like that.”

“A pain in the ass? Yeah.” Tomura is scowling. “Sensei made that quirk – One For All. He wants it back.”

“That’s why you need your master’s quirk,” the doctor says. “It will allow you to take it from Midoriya Izuku and restore it to its rightful place.”

“It gets passed from person to person,” you say. You’re still a bit stuck on that one. “That means All Might picked Midoriya to follow in his footsteps. Why?”

“Your guess is as good as mine –”

“It’s because he’s stupid,” Tomura interrupts the doctor. “Throwing himself into the middle of fights he doesn’t belong in, like there’s nobody he can’t save – the same thing All Might does, except Midoriya can’t even do it – it’s pathetic. That quirk should die with him.”

“Toga will be mad,” you say, like an idiot. Tomura looks taken aback. “You said you wouldn’t destroy the stuff she likes.”

“She needs better taste,” Tomura mutters.

“It seems reclaiming One For All is the wiser course of action,” the doctor says. “You’ll fulfill your master’s dream, and grant Toga’s wish at the same time. Midoriya Izuku will be much easier for her to manage without a quirk.”

Without a quirk? “He’s quirkless?”

“So was All Might.” Tomura changes the subject while you’re still reeling from the fact that the ranks of the quirkless used to include both the Number One hero and his successor. “Those are my master’s quirks. What else do you have for me?”

“Dabi’s test of the High End Nomu was successful, and I have five in the early stages,” the doctor says, “along with many near-High Ends and others who can serve as foot soldiers. They’ll all be keyed to respond to your voice, just as Gigantomachia does. And once you have your master’s quirk, we’ll be able to produce them quickly. The process of transplanting quirks without All For One is painfully slow.”

“I knew there was a catch,” Tomura says. “How long is it going to take to give me those quirks?”

“Four months,” the doctor says.

It’s quiet for a second. “And?” Tomura says.

“And it won’t be easy. There’s a reason the process is usually conducted on corpses,” the doctor says. “You’ll spend the majority of those four months in hellish pain.”

Your stomach clenches with fear, and the thought comes into your mind, then out of your mouth, with no editing whatsoever. “It’s not worth it.”

The doctor and Tomura both turn to look at you. The doctor looks annoyed. “We’ll transplant Super-Regeneration first. That will decrease the risk of death –”

Of death? “That’s not the point,” you say. You’re not going to convince the doctor. There’s only one person here who matters. You turn to Tomura. “The point is – you were right before. You don’t need this. You can do what you need to do without it.”

“Four months is a long time. The longer we wait to act, the more likely it is that the heroes catch on,” Tomura says. “I’ll take the Nomus. Not the rest.”

“Without your master’s quirk, the Nomus are a finite resource,” the doctor says to Tomura. “I understand your hesitancy. Four months is not insignificant. Take my proposal back to discuss with the rest of your comrades. Keep in mind that nothing will happen before your injuries are fully healed. Is that agreeable to you?”

“Yes,” Tomura says, without looking at you. “My injuries should be healed in two weeks. If the League decides to accept your offer, we’ll start then. Send us back.”

He reaches for your hand, grasps it as the Nomu with the warp quirk reappears – but you pull it out of his grip at the last minute. You need to have a conversation with the doctor.

The doctor looks surprised to see you. “Is there something else we need to discuss, Saintess?”

“You’ve got procedure notes for what you do to make the Nomus. I want them.”

The doctor’s eyes narrow. “Why should I give them to you?”

“Tomura should know exactly what you’re planning to do to him before he decides,” you say. “If this could kill him –”

“It won’t kill him,” the doctor says. You open your mouth to argue and he cuts you off. “As I said. I’ll transplant Super-Regeneration first. Combine that with your quirk, and we’ll have no trouble whatsoever, assuming you’re present for the key points of the process. It should all be fine if you go along.”

“If it’s all going to be fine, then give me the procedure notes,” you say. The doctor rolls his eyes. “Why not? Do you have something to hide?”

The doctor looks offended for a second, but then his expression smooths out. “I suppose in your position I would have the same concerns. Just a moment.” He turns away and taps a screen, and somewhere further back in the recesses of the room a printer whirs to life. “I’ll include the list of quirks to be transplanted, as well as the planned designs for the Nomus. Shigaraki should know exactly what he’s gaining from this exchange.”

He vanishes into the darkness, and you cross your arms over your chest. “Do you ever turn the lights on in here?”

“You should know by now, Saintess – some deeds are best done in darkness.”

What is that supposed to mean? You wait, your nerves already jangling. Tomura’s going to be angry when you get back. You can already tell that the two of you are out of alignment on this, that your loyalty to him is going to force a clash with his plans, and somehow you don’t think that showing him whatever the doctor’s going to do to him will change his mind.

But you won’t know that until you try. And you have to try. The doctor comes back and drops a stack of papers into your arms. “Run along, Saintess,” he instructs, and beckons the Nomu forward. But then he stops, studying you. “Was the white costume your idea?”

You shake your head. “He insisted.”

“Mm.” The doctor frowns. “All For One won’t like that.”

“My costume color?” You can’t help but be a little incredulous. “All For One’s in prison. He has bigger things to worry about than what I look like.”

“Shigaraki is meant to be the next All For One,” the doctor says. He gestures at you. “This is a complication. You’re quite lucky to have a useful quirk.”

This is weird. You’ve always gotten the sense that the doctor liked you, and the change of tune makes you nervous. You fall back into conciliation, a position you’re maybe too familiar with. “If he says yes,” you say, “and I’m here while it happens, can I learn about it from you? I can’t be as useful to him as you are to All For One, but I want to be able to help as much as I can.”

It’s quiet for a second. You’re not sure if he’s taken the bait. “Of course, my dear,” the doctor says finally. His smile doesn’t seem faked, but you don’t know if you have enough data to say for sure. “You’ll be here already. I’d be remiss if I didn’t allow such a devoted servant to learn how to help her master – and with your medical background, you’ll be an apt pupil. Hurry back, now. Your master is waiting.”

Tomura’s angry with you when you get back for not going with him, just like you thought he’d be. He’s less angry when you present him with the information you collected, and explain that it’s why you stayed behind – but less angry isn’t the same thing as not angry at all. “Don’t do that again,” he says, even after you’ve reassured him. “I don’t trust him with you.”

“But I’m supposed to trust him with you?”

“That’s different.”

“No, it isn’t.” You aren’t going to let it go. “You love me. You don’t want me to be hurt or taken advantage of. You want me to be safe.”

“Of course I do –”

“That’s what I want for you,” you say. The documents feel heavy in your hands. “I want us to win. I want us to do it fast, and I want it to be decisive. But I don’t want to see him hurt you. I don’t trust him, either. Not with you.”

Tomura gives you a curious look. “Why not?”

“I can’t put my finger on it,” you admit. “The way he talks. Something about how he says things. It bothers me and I don’t know why. And when you’ve been hurt and he hasn’t helped you –”

“He’s an asshole,” Tomura agrees. “But he’s not going to screw me. That would get in the way of Sensei’s plans, and he wouldn’t do that.”

No, he wouldn’t. If the doctor sees a reflection of his loyalty in yours, he’d never jeopardize All For One’s plans for Tomura. But you don’t know if All For One’s plans for Tomura and Tomura’s plans for Tomura line up. That’s not an argument you can have today. Tenko’s been touchy in the past when you’ve directly crossed All For One – so touchy, in fact, that you haven’t brought it up since the night you refused to go along with the idea that Tenko killed his family on purpose. Things are tense enough. You can’t bring that up right now.

What you can do is make your case. “We should talk to the others. I’ll read this over so I can explain what’s in it. If you’re serious about everybody deciding together –”

“I’m serious.”

“We should have all the information when we do.” You find the nearest wall and sit down with your back to it, only to immediately get to your knees to stop Tomura from falling face-first as he tries to join you. “Hey. No. You need to rest, not sit on the floor!”

“Technically I’m lying on the floor.” Tomura waits until you’ve gotten settled again, then lifts the documents out of your lap so he can put his head there. “And I’m resting. Are you really going to make me move?”

“Yes,” you say. Tomura looks up at you. “Are you really going to give me puppy eyes?”

“If it works.” Tomura closes them, looking almost unbearably smug. “Wake me up when you’re done reading.”

“Don’t you want to read them with me?”

“I didn’t finish kindergarten. You graduated high school and did college.” Tomura yawns. “You can explain it to me. You always know how to say things right.”

It’s quiet for a little bit. Your head hurts and you’re unsettled, so unsettled that having to sit still for this feels impossible. Tomura’s good hand pulls lightly at the edge of the veil. “Take this off. I want to see.”

You don’t take it off, but you do flip the edge of it up and back over your head, out of the way. “Yes?”

“Are you mad at me?”

“You’ve never asked me that before,” you say. “Not even after you tried to kill me.”

“I didn’t want to kill you,” Tomura says, even though that’s not what you said. “I want to know. Are you mad at me?”

“No,” you say, and mean it. The relief that crossed Tomura’s face makes you want to cry.

You aren’t mad at him, but you feel like things are slipping out of control, and you can’t stop it. The more power Tomura amasses, the more moving parts there are, the more places there are for things to fall apart – and for every one you know to be wary of, there are probably three more you’d never see coming. Your quirk can save Tomura, sure, but it can’t protect him. You don’t know how to convince people, how to win them over to your side. You’re right about this. You know you’re right about it, even if you can’t explain why, but you have a bad feeling that it’s not going to make any difference at all.

You have to wake Tomura up before you’re done reading, because someone from the MLA comes along and freaks out at seeing the Grand Commander fast asleep on the floor. You trail along at Tomura’s side into the rooms they’ve set aside for him, which look like the kind of penthouse rich people live in, and get yanked onto the bed next to him as soon as he’s gotten under the covers. You finish the rest of the reading there, and then you go looking for the League, a hollow feeling in the pit of your stomach the entire time.

You start off by explaining the medical procedures the doctor’s going to put Tomura through, but nobody’s listening – they’re too interested in the list of quirks Tomura’s going to pick up as a result. Dabi’s interested in the Nomus, and in the idea that you could learn how to make them; Compress is more interested in the financial resources the doctor can cough up to support all of you. “These Liberationists are too stingy,” he says, when you ask him. “I’m tired of arguing with Skeptic every time we order in.”

Spinner snorts at that. “More money won’t hurt,” he agrees. “We need better gear, and weapons –”

“And costumes!” Twice chimes in. “How come Saintess is the only one who’s got a new look?”

He starts describing what he wants his new look to be, and Dabi starts picking on him about it. Compress looks like he’s thinking about takeout, and Spinner is scratching the League of Legends logo onto a desk with his fingernail. Your blood pressure is rising. “Did any of you hear what I said? These kind of procedures –”

“He’s got you. Nothing to worry about,” Dabi says. “I’d go through that and worse to crush the Number One hero – if I didn’t know how to do it already.”

“We know, we know. You have a super secret mission,” Toga says, to the tune of snickering from Spinner. Toga isn’t laughing. “I don’t want Izuku to get hurt. Just because I think he’s cute when he’s bloody doesn’t mean I want him to get hurt. Saintess doesn’t even like blood.”

“Who cares about that? Get to the point.”

“If I was Saintess, I’d worry too,” Toga says. You feel a surge of relief that almost makes you dizzy. “I was listening. Those quirks all sound really nice, Tomura. But you have a good quirk already – and you have all of us. You don’t need those quirks to win.”

“So you say no,” Tomura clarifies, and Toga nods. She’s sitting closest to you, on the end of Tomura’s bed, and she reaches out to squeeze your hand. You squeeze back. “That’s one against.”

“For, obviously,” Dabi says. He gives you a dirty look. “If you’re really going to walk away from that much power because your girlfriend’s scared, Shigaraki, maybe you shouldn’t be the next leader at all.”

That’s the kind of bait Tomura would have risen to back when this started. He lets it go and looks to Twice. “I think it’s nice that you’re worried,” Twice says to you, “but I’m with Dabi.”

“I’m not so sure,” Compress says. “It’s a risk, and we’d lose too much time. Our control over the Liberationists isn’t solidified. We need you here. And yet –”

You’re hopeful for a second. “That much power shouldn’t be left on the table,”

Compress says. “I vote yes. For reasons other than Dabi’s.”

That’s three in favor. “I vote no,” you say. There’s only one vote left, and it should be in favor of your position, which will force a tie. “Spinner?”

“Yes,” Spinner says without hesitating. Toga’s grip on your hand tightens almost to the point of pain, and the distraction it lends is the only reason why you don’t lose your shit instantly. “If that power’s there, you should take it. It’s not like it’ll hurt to have it.”

“It won’t hurt you,” you say, and Spinner startles at the sound of your voice. “None of you understand what this means.”

“We understand,” Dabi says. He looks warier of you than you’ve seen before. “We care more about winning than we do about Shigaraki getting an owie.”

“Don’t care about that, then. Care about what I’m going to do to you the second I figure out how this Nomu thing works.”

Dabi sneers. “That’s not very saintlike of you, is it, Saintess?”

“That’s the name you all gave me,” you say. Your body is shaking with rage. You hold still with an effort, death-gripping Toga’s hand. “Want to bet on whether it fits?”

“Hey, take it down a notch,” Twice says. He’s looking back and forth between you and Dabi and Spinner, clearly anxious. “It’s going to be fine! You’ve got your quirk now. You won’t let anything bad happen to the boss.”

He doesn’t understand. None of them understand that the bad thing is this. This is the thing you’re supposed to protect him from — people who would hurt him, people who don’t care that they’re hurting him, people who want to use him for their own twisted, selfish needs. You’re pissed at Dabi, frustrated with Twice, but both of those are misdirections. There are two people you’re angry with right now. One of them is Spinner, who acts like he cares about Tomura only to pull this bullshit. The other one is you.

“Twice, get out of my way. Or at least make a clone of her that I can torch.” Dabi’s eyes are locked on yours. “You want to do this? Fine. Let’s do it. Let’s see how good you are at –”

“No,” Tomura snaps from the bed. “Get out.”

He’s talking to Dabi. You know he’s talking to Dabi. You get up from the bed anyway and head for the door, faster than Tomura can protest, faster than anyone can stop you. The door shuts behind you before he can even say a word.

“Hey!” Toga’s voice follows you, and you glance back, startled. She’s still holding your hand. You’ve been dragging her. “Slow down, okay? I got hurt in the fight too and I don’t have a pretty girlfriend who can heal me.”

“Sorry.” You try to let go, but Toga won’t let you. “Let go. I need to be alone.”

“No.” Toga shakes her head. “I’ve never seen you get mad like that before. Nobody has. Not even Tomura-kun.”

You remember Tenko asking you, forever ago, when the last time was that you really got mad at somebody. You can’t remember being this angry as an adult. As a teenager, sure. You were never good at calming down, and that’s why you need to be alone, because you only know one way to do it. You yank your arm back from Toga, and she tightens her grip. “We’re supposed to be friends,” she says. Her sharp-toothed smile is tight and anxious. “Friends talk to each other.”

You don’t want to talk. Even thinking about your feelings is impossible sometimes. But she’s not letting go of you, and the sooner you give her what she wants, the sooner you can get away. “I’m useless,” you spit. “I can’t stop him from doing this. I can’t make all of you see that it’s wrong. I can’t make Spinner pay – I expect this shit from Dabi, but he doesn’t get to act like – if you knew –”

You’re getting incoherent. Your face is heating up behind the veil, and your eyes are starting to burn, and now that you’ve started talking, you can’t stop. “I can’t do anything even now that I have a quirk. I just have to stand here and watch and I don’t care that it’ll kill me before it kills him –”

Toga’s eyes widen. You shouldn’t have said that. It’s not the point. “I’m useless,” you say again. “Quirk or no quirk. I can’t save him. I have to save him and I don’t know how.”

“You sound like Izuku,” Toga observes, and you blink. “He has to save people too. He gets upset when he thinks he can’t, but he always finds a way. You can find a way to save Tomura-kun. You did it before.”

“No, I couldn’t.” Your voice wavers. “Not when it counted.”

Toga gives you an odd look, asks you what you mean, but it’s too late. Your mind’s already spun off, carrying you back fifteen years – almost sixteen, now – to the wreckage of Tenko’s house.

The instant you realized what you were walking in, what was sticky and staining the bottoms of your bare feet, your heart stopped. You didn’t throw up. Throwing up would have been normal. Screaming would have been normal, and you did scream – but not yet. As soon as you realized what you were walking in, panic seized you by the throat, and you picked up the pace, feeling your stomach lurch every time you identified another piece of a person you knew. Tenko’s grandmother’s glasses. His grandfather’s wedding ring. Bloodstained strands of his mother’s hair. Hana’s favorite hair tie and Tenko’s dad’s wristwatch and Mon’s collar with its little bell, and by then you were crying so hard you could barely see. But you kept moving, banging your shins on chunks of rubble, blood staining your nightgown, looking for the person who was missing, your favorite person in the whole world. He wasn’t there. His family was there, but he wasn’t, and that was when you screamed. Tenko!

The scream brought the neighbors running, and some of them threw up. A lot of them cried. A lot of them called the cops, and then your parents came looking for you — but you were already on the move, leaving horrible bloody footprints on the sidewalk. Tenko wasn’t there at his house, which meant he was somewhere else, and you were his sidekick, his best friend. It was your job to find him.

You didn’t get far before your parents caught you, and they dragged you back into the house to clean you up and make you get dressed for school — but then they let you walk to school, and of course you went the opposite way as soon as you were out of sight. Whoever took Tenko had a head start on you, but you knew Tenko would be trying to escape, and once he did, you’d find him and the two of you could hide. You’d find him; you’d have to find him. There wasn’t another choice.

But people were looking for you — the school called your parents when you didn’t show up, and your parents called the police. You were so out of your mind that you thought they were there to help you look for Tenko when they showed up. When you realized they weren’t, you ran away from them, too. A hero caught you next, and you bit him when he picked you up, not that it helped at all. You couldn’t figure out why so many people were looking for you, when you still had a family, when you had somewhere to go home to. You were fine. They should have been looking for him.

You turned into sort of an escape artist over the next week. You snuck away at school, climbed out the window at home, even ducked a turnstile and made your way onto a train deeper into the city to look for him there. Even if Tenko couldn’t get away just yet, he had to know you were looking for him, right? He had to know you wouldn’t let somebody take him away. Even if nobody else was looking, you were going to keep looking until you found him.

You don’t remember why you stopped. You have a vague memory of your mom giving you a medication, something she said would make you feel better while you looked for Tenko, but whatever it was, it just made you tired. Tired, and slow. Even when you snuck out, which you did, you’d forget where you were going almost instantly. You don’t remember what the medication was, just that it tasted bitter on your tongue. Just that they made you keep taking it until Isuzu was old enough to walk. After that they needed you too much to drug you into compliance. After that it was too late to keep looking.

No, it wasn’t too late. You just gave up. If you hadn’t given up, if you’d kept trying, if you hadn’t let him go, none of this would have –

“Hey!” Toga shakes your shoulder, snapping you out of it. Your face is wet under your veil. Your eyes are stinging. “It counts. You got to see him again and you get to keep him, so it counts. But you have to calm down or they won’t listen to you anymore.”

She’s right about that. Showing them that you can get angry right after you’ve shown them that you’re not afraid to shoot people has given you a little unpredictability, the kind that the rest of the League already has, the kind that makes people think twice about crossing you. You’ll lose that if anybody catches you crying in the hallway over how you failed your best friend. You stick your hand under your veil and wipe your eyes, and your phone starts to buzz in your pocket. You pull it out, and when you see the caller ID, your heart sinks. It’s Kazuo.

“I have to take this,” you say to Toga, and she nods but doesn’t leave. You accept the call and put the phone to your ear. “Hey.”

“You’re inside my parameters,” Kazuo says. You close your eyes. “Illegal possession of a firearm, assault with a deadly weapon, voluntary manslaughter. I’ll conceal your identity as long as possible, but if they use a truth-detecting quirk or a mind-reader on me, I won’t be able to hide it.”

“I know,” you say. “Thank you, Kazuo. I don’t know how I can repay you.”

“You sound unwell.”

“So do you,” you say. They must be pushing him hard. The MLA concealed the Deika incident, but you know better than to think the HPSC believes the cover-up. A hit of inspiration comes to you. “Ditch them. Join us.”

Toga elbows you sharply, but Kazuo’s already saying no. “If I go missing, they’ll turn their investigative skills on me, and on my known associates. You’ll be discovered faster than you would have otherwise.”

“It’s not about that,” you say. “They’re going to find out about me eventually anyway. It’s about you being safe.”

“You can’t save us both –”

“Fuck you,” you say sharply, and both Toga and Kazuo suck down shocked breaths. “I have to save somebody. It’s our fault that you’re in this spot, and you’ve still been helping me. Please let me help you.”

“I can’t,” Kazuo says, and you’re about to swear at him again when he follows up. “Not yet. Once things become more chaotic, maybe – but this isn’t the only reason I called. The HPSC has a spy inside your new organization.”

“Oh,” you say after a moment. “Who is it?”

“I don’t know.”

That’s something you haven’t heard Kazuo say in a while. That’s something you’ve never heard Kazuo say. “Uh –”

“I’ve asked the question, but there are thousands of potential answers. I can’t sort through them without losing consciousness.” Kazuo sounds so tired. “There are heroes among your ranks. It could be one of them. The HPSC could have recruited someone entirely unknown. There is no way for me to narrow the results without more information, and I discovered the existence of a spy only by accident. If I knew more, I would tell you.”

“I know you would,” you say. Your heart aches. “As soon as you can come to us, do it. I’ll make sure you don’t have to use your quirk again if you don’t want to.”

“You can’t –”

Saying you can isn’t going to change his mind. It won’t help you, either. “I will.”

“Hey!”

You and Toga both look up to find either Twice or one of his clones hurrying down the hall towards you. You tell Kazuo to stay safe and hang up the phone in a hurry. Twice stops once he’s close, out of breath. “The boss is losing it,” he explains. “You left and then Re-Destro showed up because he heard we were making decisions without him –”

Great. “So then Shigaraki threatened to Decay him the rest of the way and Dabi said he can’t just Decay people because his girlfriend left him – and then Compress and Spinner were trying to convince him that you aren’t actually leaving him – are you actually leaving him? Because if you are we have more problems than I thought we did.”

“She’s not leaving him,” Toga says confidently. Then she looks at you. “You aren’t, right?”

You can’t decide whether nodding or shaking your head is the appropriate response. You go with nodding, and take it as a good sign that nobody panics. “I just needed a break,” you say. “And I just talked to my contact at the HPSC. Apparently we’ve got a spy somewhere in the PLF.”

“Well, shit,” Twice says. “We gotta tell Shigaraki right now!”

He doubles himself, and both versions of him hold out their hands to help you and Toga to your feet. Then he borrows a trick from your book and sets off down the hall without letting go, pulling you along in his wake. You’ve got a few more minutes at most to work things out in your head.

But in the end, there’s not that much to work out. Kazuo said you can’t save both – him and Tomura, or you and him – and for the first time in his life, you’re going to prove him wrong. You’ll find a way for Kazuo to be safe, and for Mitsuko and Ryuhei, who only got involved in this because of you. And it doesn’t matter anymore that you couldn’t save Tomura when you both were children. You’ll just have to make up for it by saving him now.

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agent-grey-fics · 10 months ago

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Who we are | Paul Lahote | Part 2

Paired: Paul Lahote x reader

Wordcount: 1116

Summary: Haunted by the imprint that binds him to you, Paul struggles in silence . The weight of his secret and the fear of your reaction build as he contemplates confessing. Memories of a life-altering moment and a pack urging honesty propel him into the night as a wolf, leaving his internal dilemma echoing in the moonlit forest.

Writers note: Here is part 2 of 'who we are', you can read part 1 here. It's a shorter transition part, better be readey for part 3 :p Part 3

The whole ride he didn't speak a word to you. As you closed the car door a sigh escaped his lips. He didn’t realize that he had been holding his breath. Shaking his head, he started his drive home. He was lost in his thoughts. How was he ever going to tell you what he was a part of? What you were part of because of him. He thought back to the moment when everything changed.

The boys had organized a birthday party for Emily almost two years ago. Everything had been arranged: they had cooked, there was enough alcohol for an entire army, and Embry had arranged a music system for a house party. Everything was going according to plan until you walked in. When the two of you locked eyes it was as if the earth stopped turning. Gravity pulled him toward you while a glowing heat filled him, and everyone and everything else in his life became secondary. He stood rooted to the ground, he never wanted this in the first place and now it was you. The two of you didn’t say a thing and his brothers shared meaningful glances. They knew. You walked towards him, feeling the universal pull and a smile formed on your lips. Confusion clouded your head, all you knew was that you wanted to be close to him. All he could do was turn around, he couldn't get out of the house fast enough.

Since that moment he avoided you like the plague. Ignoring the bond made him even more volatile and his anger outbursts spiralled out of control. Sam had reminded him several times that he needed to embrace the bond, that it could ground him but he would have none of it. He couldn't commit to one person for the rest of his life and depend on her to keep him sane. He simply couldn't, he didn't want to. He never truly loved someone and he didn’t love you before the stupid imprint. There had been a chemistry between the two of you, he couldn’t deny that but it wasn’t love. It was sexual tension, you put him in his place and didn’t take his shit.

He had considered his options. He could be selfish, tell you everything and knowing you, you wouldn’t run. You would stay if you knew that staying away from him made him go mad. but he didn't think that was fair. For years you had told him you wanted to start over somewhere new, under the sun. But he knew that it wasn’t fair. For years you had told him you wanted to start over somewhere new, under the sun instead of the shitty weather of Washington. He couldn’t be selfish, not when it came to you. Before he realised it, he had left his car on his driveway and shifted into the silver-furred wolf. He started running as fast as his paws could carry him. The night air rushed past Paul as he ran through the dense forest, the rhythmic pounding of his paws against the ground echoing the turmoil within him. The pack's voices buzzed in his mind, each one urging him to confront the truth, to face the consequences of his actions. ‘Dude, what did you do?’ ‘Where did you go?’ Quill and Embry asked through their mind link. ‘Leave me the fuck alone, I need to think.’ He was angry. ‘No, what you need to do is man up and tell her. She’s your imprint for fuck’s sake. Just tell her, you guys got along before, you even liked her. How things are now is awfully painful to watch.’ It was Jacob, he had enough of Paul chickening out all the time.’ Deep down, he knew they were right. He couldn't keep avoiding it. The bond he shared with you, the imprint that connected him to your very soul, demanded honesty. He needed to come clean, no matter how difficult it might be.

As Paul's wolf form darted between the trees, he couldn't escape the memories of the times when things were different between the two of you. The laughter, the shared dreams of a new beginning under the sun – all of it played vividly in his mind. He realized he couldn't let fear and uncertainty tarnish those precious moments. Finally slowing down, Paul found himself in a familiar clearing deep within the forest. The moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting a silvery glow on the ground. He took a moment to catch his breath, feeling a mix of frustration and determination coursing through his wolf form. ‘I can't keep running away,’ he thought to himself as if trying to convince his own conscience. ‘She deserves to know the truth.’ His heart pounded in his chest, and his mind became a battleground of conflicting emotions. The rhythmic beat of his paws on the forest floor became a drumming soundtrack to the turmoil within. The decision to stop running felt like a weight on his shoulders, and he couldn't escape the haunting question: Was he ready to expose you to the supernatural world that had forever altered his existence? What if you couldn't accept the truth? What if the revelation drove a permanent wedge between you two? These questions clawed at Paul's thoughts, creating a web of anxiety that threatened to ensnare him. The realization that he couldn't predict your reaction loomed over him, casting a shadow on the determination that had brought him to this point. The cool night air carried the scent of pine and damp earth, but even the familiar scents couldn't drown out the internal debate. His wolfish instincts urged him to protect, to shield you from the complexities of his supernatural existence. The internal debate raged on: Was he being selfish by unburdening his truth upon you? Would it be kinder to spare you the knowledge and allow you to pursue the new beginning you had always dreamed of, free from the entanglements of the supernatural?

A part of him longed for the simplicity of the past, the time when you two had shared laughter and dreams without the weight of secrets. But another part feared the irreversible consequences of laying bare the reality that lurked beneath the surface of their seemingly normal lives. With a deep, primal snarl, Paul pushed forward. The decision had been made, and there was no turning back. The moonlit path stretched out before him, and as the silver-furred wolf sprinted into the night, the echoes of his internal dilemma lingered in the rustle of leaves and the distant howls of the pack, intertwining with the secrets that the forest held.

He was going to tell you.

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the-somwthing · 6 months ago

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Who wants to see how normal I am, AKA,

EVERY SCOTT AND JOEL MOMENT I CAN REMEMBER OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD IN SEASONS 1-4 (still gotta rewatch SL to get a refresher):

- Joel laments about not having dark oak and having to pay Scar for “future dark oak if they find it” even tho he’s SURE they DO have it, then Scott says that there’s dark oak by his house that Joel can have, and along with Jimmy and Martyn they organize a magic show to take down Scar and Grian’s monopoly.

- Joel burns down Scott’s wall 😁🔥 just to make something else burn like he did

- Scott makes fun of how poorly done the burning of the wall was multiple times before finding out who did it

- Joel also lies about doing it

- Joel also tries to murder Scott with a failed anvil trap at his door 💀

- Scott makes fun of how poorly made this trap was as well. Joel also burns the wall again as he runs away

- btw this isn’t in a super chronological order I sometimes remember things later. Like how technically it was Jimmy who started the “Joeleo oh Joeleo, wherefore art thou Joeleo” thing but Scott DID join in on it so

- also COW HEIST 🥳😅 gone wrong. Joel and Martyn try to steal Flower Husbands’ cows. Make a (very bad) deal with Jimmy to get cows. Try to steal again when Scott’s telling Jimmy not to give away cows. Finally make an ACTUAL deal. Make fun of Joel and Martyn having a tough time getting the cows up the cliff.

- Ren: “we have banners all over the server, if you joined us we could easily pinch the middle” Scott: “so Joel? 🤩” Martyn: “BTW Joel’s already with us” Scott: “so we can’t pinch Joel, dang it 😔😒”

- Scott (and Jimmy) threatening to kill Joel’s dogs 💀😁

- Scott making fun of the red army for Joel betraying them

- Scott being willing to forgive Joel for the burning of the wall if he can do them a favor sometime (to which Joel immediately offers 13 cobblestone)

- Scott making a little secret storage area for potions for everyone in the desert faction MINUS Joel because he doesn’t trust him

- OH ALSO Scott mostly just being upset at Joel for LYING about burning his wall

- Scott burning down the wool castle and saying “maybe I do understand why Joel burned my wall. This is very freeing.”

- The fire spreading to Geraldine who was unfortunately left behind, Scott ALMOST saves her before deciding that Joel deserves it

- Scott stopping by Joel’s house and Joel shows up. They talk and decide that they’re allies and won’t come after each other

- Joel gives Scott a house tour

- He also shows Scott his dogs where Scott confesses to burning the castle and causing Geraldine’s death. Joel is sad but says it’s okay

- Also they mention that Jimmy died and Joel goes “I’m glad he died JUST KIDDING we love you Jimmy 🥺😔😭”. I don’t know what to say about this.

- Oh also at some point Joel says (about the roof above his bed being missing) that he likes to look at the stars as he sleeps. This one is a huge stretch and goes into fanon territory with Scott being connected with the stars but it’s a fun fact nonetheless.

- also love the energy of Joel excitedly showing off his dogs to Scott and Scott being like “that’s cool *chuckles nervously*”

- When they’re doing war strategies Scott would often pair himself with Joel. Just sayin.

- Scott, Scar, and Grian are on that stupid platform above Dogwarts. Joel is below them inside Dogwarts with all his dogs. Grian suggests dropping some TNT down onto him to essentially deal with the problem before it becomes their problem (they’re all terrified of Joel and kind of want him to die despite being on their side so that they don’t have to face him when they win the war). Scott gasps at this and seems to want to argue but the logic is sound and he also wants revenge on Joel, so he just covers his eyes but like this 🫣 and says “I can’t watch”. Ultimately they don’t do it.

- Scott and Joel both really want to kill BigB (the last green) and they go together and kill him 🥰

- Once again Scott pairs himself with Joel to attack Ren and Martyn. Bdubs and Impulse volunteer to tag along but end up retreating before being killed like the others.

- Scott is upset that Joel died but also refers to his death as a “slight ‘woo’!” because of the revenge and previously mentioned fear of having to fight him when they’re no longer on the same side

- Scott takes some of Joel’s stuff and declares that his death won’t be in vain

- It was in vain he died again 💔 THEY DIED IN BATTLE TOGETHER AT THE HANDS OF THE SAME KING THEY SPAT IN THE FACE OF 🥰

- Scott is nervous about being Joel’s neighbor in Last Life. And Scar’s for that matter

- After many failed boogey attempts, Joel comes crawling to Scott’s house for one last shot, pretending that Mumbo was the boogeyman and killed him for THAT reason.

- Joel compliments the house (poking fun at Pearl for making Scott do all the work after finding out she didn’t build any of it) and gets them to invite him inside

- He blocks the exit and starts attacking Pearl. He only switched to killing Scott because he was defending her like a boss. He kills Scott and gets cured, but Scott’s like “PEARL, KILL HIM!!” so yeah.

- They get the enchanting table off his dead body and make fun of him for having that on him while trying to kill people, and they keep it as a reward

- I don’t have the memory to be so descriptive. Joel targets Scott’s base many times, the TNT minecart door trap, the trap at the gate that actually worked, blowing up his roof with minecarts, attempting to grief his water elevator, surrounding the base in walls of lava…

- Scott tells Lizzie that her husband keeps trying to murder him. She says that he does that to her, too, and it’s “a sign that he loves you”. Scott says “oh” and IMMEDIATELY moves on

- Scott kills Joel at the end 😁 As a desperate attempt to get them to not kill him Joel yells “TEAM?” lmao

- start of Double Life they run the same direction at the beginning and kind of yell at each other before finally managing to go separate ways

- Scott of course makes fun of Joel’s death because of the way he and Etho were acting. Not to Joel’s face tho.

- Scott compliments the Relation Ship multiple times

- Scott visits the Relation at some point when Joel is there and just vents to him about Pearl. Joel sympathizes with him.

- Multiple times Scott says that he thinks the Boat Boys are good

- Joel kills Pearl but like Scott had nothing to do with that despite also dying

- Scott burns down the Relation cuz he felt like it 😁🔥

- Joel wants Scott dead soso bad

- Joel kills Scott with a rocket while Scott tries to hit him with a bucket of water. 🥰💀

- Then um there was something about a nether portal trap uh for some reason Joel’s not here anymore guess we move on to next season

- After the boogey reroll Scott hears Joel complain about not being boogeyman and says “good to know it’s not you!”

- They go into a ravine cave together. They both saw an emerald ore but Scott mines it

- Joel asks where the emerald is and Scott says he mined it and asks if Joel wanted it. He says yes and Scott gives him the emerald. He calls it an Emerald Of Trust.

- Joel thinks it’s really nice and gives Scott a piece of bamboo in return, which Scott is happy about.

- They are stuck bonding in the stupid cave together because neither of them have much food except Scott’s cooking kelp and sharing it with Joel, so they have to wait for the kelp to cook, split it between the two of them, eat it (NOT FILLING AT ALL), and heal, just a very long process.

- Eventually Joel feels ready to leave and get better food.

- Next time Scott sees Joel, he’s with Jimmy and apparently they are now bad boys

- He watches as Joel washes away carpet like a real bad boy

- As Scott leaves Joel begs him to tell everyone that he and Jimmy are bad boys (this is one that I remember from Joel’s POV, pretty much the only thing on the list that isn’t Scott’s POV lol well actually there was probably another)

- Scott decides to live in the ocean. Joel is upset because HE wanted to live in the ocean.

- Scott watches Joel kill TIES cow for the second time

- While having a hashtag flower husbands moment Scott helps trying to put out the fire on the mansion (too late tho nobody could stop THAT)

- oh I almost forgot. After making his island Scott puts a chest on it to “dump random junk he doesn’t need to keep on him” and AS HE SAYS THIS he hovers over the bamboo Joel gave him and doesn’t put it in the chest. I know it’s moreso because it’s a resource but like.

- Also we all know what ended up happening with that bamboo gift! It surrounds the Coral Isles!

- Anyways Scott needs some carpet for his farm so he goes to the bad boys to ask for carpet. Grian and Jimmy tell him to strike a deal with Joel since he’s the one who has all the carpet. Scott walks over to Joel and says “remember when we bonded in the cave?” and Joel hands him the carpet. Scott says “yay 🥳 good boys! 🥰” and the bad boys are horrified, tell him to never say that again they are BAD BOYS and make him leave.

- (also may be worth mentioning that from what I can tell, Joel didn’t have that carpet on him, and actually ran to grab it as soon as Scott asked)

- god that ^ was all session one. ANWYAYS Joel asks people for gold and in exchange they can have unlimited bread. Scott and Impulse give Joel gold.

- At some point Scott goes to collect some free unlimited bread. Grian and Jimmy stop him like “WHAT are you doing ✋🤨 only IMPULSE has unlimited bread” and Scott says “no I have it too go ask Joel” so they go to Joel and say “WHAT is this about SCOTT having unlimited bread…” and Joel just goes “yup Scott gets unlimited bread 👍” so Scott collects his bread while the other bad boys are just so disappointed in Joel

- Now is where I lost track of the timeline, but I remember once or twice Scott would just be talking usually to himself like “the bad boys are truly the good boys of the server 🥰😇”

- Despite this Scott eventually becomes scared of Joel because he did the math and realized that he’s got so many allies who won’t attack him, and the people who aren’t his allies would likely be too scared to attack Scott EXCEPT Joel.

- And Scott was spot on because he was just chilling when out of nowhere Joel just charges at him yelling “SCOTT YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT” and of course after a little more chasing “SCOTT YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN STUPID”

- Scott manages to get away and thinks that Joel’s lines were really funny and pathetic and is no longer afraid of him

- Bad Boys try to trap Mean Gills’ secret bed but they get foiled

- The usual Joel wants to kill Scott really bad

- Scott’s like “we have to eliminate Joel” and gets the Clockers to help because he killed them

- Joel is terrified the entire time lmao. I remember “then why is your voice higher pitched?” “BECAUSE IM SCARED” “that’s what I thought” as he lets Joel get away ahahdg

- OH I ALMOST FORGOT Scott letting Jimmy kill him for time and Joel trying to steal the kill cuz lol.

- Back to Scott terrifying Joel. That one time he tells Joel to leave Scar alone and Joel just goes “..ok”

- And then of course Scott kills Joel again 🥳😍 surely this won’t happen again 💀

- OTHER THING I FORGOT TO MENTION CUZ IM MOSTLY GOING OFF MY MEMORY OF THE MORE RECENTLY WATCHED SCOTT POV Joel always destroying Scott’s walls cuz tradition.

So yeah this was all just off the top of my head without looking at anything. I’d love to make a new version when I rewatch SL and/or Joel’s POVs. This proves that I’m normal right

#trafficblr #life series #3lsmp #llsmp #dlsmp #limlsmp #life series scott #life series joel #scottishbeans #majorbeans #< but this post isn’t technically shipping it’s just. canon moments.

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