#and the. suddenly dudes shouting at this raven

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

Silly Game Time: What was the most recent internet search you're comfortable with sharing?

Ooooooo

Okay so I’ve been really interested in gothic architecture recently, so I’ve been trying to do some mild, just a little bit, research into that. I’m really curious how goth has gone from that to ya know the music and style and such we see today.

Sadly, I got distracted and haven’t learned anything.

[wh0re43van]

Jealousy- (Dom!Peter Maximoff X Reader)

Summary: You and Peter are having a nice day at the river when you run into an old ‘friend’.

(This was a request, but I lost it. I believe the request said something like: “Dom Peter Maximoff. That’s the request”)

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: smut, throat fucking, slight choking, gagging

A/N- y’all I’ve been having such bad writers block and I just started college again so please bare with me 😭🙏🏻

My body buzzes with warmth as the mid summer sun beams down on me. In the distance there’s a group of young teens giggling and splashing as they take turns jumping off the rope swing into the river, but their joys are muffled by the newest Pink Floyd cassette playing in Peters boombox.

Suddenly, I feel a cold blob of something plop onto my stomach. I gasp, quickly sitting up in confusion. My questions are answered when I see a chuckling Peter standing above me with two overfilled ice cream cones in his hands.

“Oops,” he grins as he sits down on his towel beside me, placing the cone in my hand. Peters solution to the mess on my stomach is to lean down and lick it off. I laugh, attempting to shove him away from me.

“Ew Peter,” I chuckle as he licks up the last of the ice cream.

“Tastes like tanning oil,” he smiles while licking his lips. I just shake my head, looking at my dork of a boyfriend with pure adoration.

The soft breeze blows Peters silver locks around on his head as he lap at his sweet treat. The melted desert drips from his hand onto his toned chest and blue swim trunks.

“Babe, you’re a mess,” I laugh as I try to eat mine as neatly as possible, but the frozen delicacy is no match for the summer heat.

“Hm, guess we’ll just have to clean off in the river,” he smirks as he finishes the last of his cone. With a fwip he’s in the water.

“Hey!” I holler after him with a giggle. I set the ice cream down before standing to my feet.

“Come on y/n you’re so Slow!” Peter shouts over the sound of the rushing water. I wipe my sticky hands on his towel then grab a scrunchie to pull my hair back before our swim.

“Y/n?” I hear an unfamiliar voice behind me. I turn with a puzzled look, my hands behind my head as I braid my hair back. I’m shocked by who I see.

“Oh my god! Elijah? I don’t believe it,” I say in disbelief, staring at the boy I haven’t seen since freshman year. He smiles, seemingly pleased that I take the time glance over his now muscular body.

“I look pretty good, huh?” He laughs confidently. His red swim trunks don’t leave much to the imagination as he does a spin, allowing me to see how mature he’s become. He flexes his dark umber toned arms as he holds his head up with pride. The sun shines down on his hair, each tight raven curl lays neatly beside the other as they hang down in his face.

I gulp, feeling a bit guilty for staring.

“Uh, yeah! You look great, dude,” I laugh awkwardly as I look around for Peter.

“You here by yourself? That’s awfully dang-“ Elijah begins but is quickly cut off by Peter who seems to appear out of thin air.

“Nope,” my boyfriend says with a smug grin as he flings his arm around me, much tighter than normal. If I didn’t know better, id think Peter was jealous. I’ve been dating Peter for almost six years and I’ve never seen him so much as look twice at any guy who flirts with me.

‘Let ‘em,’ he always scoffs. ‘I’m the one who gets to undress you,’ Peter knows that no other guy has a chance with me; he actually finds it quite amusing to see guys get horribly rejected by me. Peter is a very confident guy, but right now his jaw is tensed out of annoyance and he’s gripping onto me as if Elijah might tear me from his grasp at any moment.

“Peter, long time no see,” Elija smiles at an unamused Peter.

“Yeah, last time I saw you, you were trying to sabotage my relationship with Y/n,” Peter says flatly, shrugging his shoulders with his lips pulled into a sarcastic grin.

‘Awkward,’ I cringe internally as I remember the last week we spent with Elijah before he moved away.

The two boys and I were best friends since 6th grade, so when Peter decided he wanted to confess his feeling for me, he spoke about it to Elijah- the best friend who he wasn’t in love with. Elijah came to me the next day, telling me that Peter was going to ask me out as a prank, so I should say no- which made me extremely angry since I’d had a crush on Peter for years.

Long story short: Peter was not going to ask me out as a joke, he was completely serious and Elijah almost ruined his chance with me because he wanted me to himself.

“Oh come on peter, that was like four years ago,” Elijah scoffs as he crosses his arms over his chest. He’s right. That was teenage drama that I’ve long forgotten about, however this seems to still be a sore spot for Peter who is now scowling at our old friend.

“whatever man just get lost,” Peters voice drops, his tight grip on my shoulder never faltering as his eyes shoot bullets into Elijah. This is a side to peter that I rarely see, and I cant help but notice the butterflies that are starting to flutter in my stomach.

“Woah quicksilver takes an awfully long time to get over his hurt feelings,” Elijah laughs as he keeps his confident stature. Peters eyes narrow and his face becomes flushed with anger. I open my mouth in attempt so deescalate the situation, but I don’t have time. “y/n is over it,” he smirks, winking in my direction. Before I can defend myself, the wind is knocked out of me.

With a fwip, we’re in the shower cabin. The hot damp air in invades my lungs as I try to catch my breath.

“Peter!” I groan as I pull myself out of his arms. He knows I hate when he does that. “What the hell has gotten into you? I’ve never seen you so-“ my complaint is cut short as Peter smashes his lips to mine. His hand grips the back of my head, keeping me as close to him as possible. His other hand trails up my back.

“You’re mine,” Peter growls against my lips as he backs me against the wall. My stomach drops at the possessive tone coming from my boyfriend. I wrap my arms around his neck and manage to pull my lips away from him enough to catch my breath.

“Of course Peter,” I pant as he trails wet kisses up my jawline and down my neck. I sigh in content, leaning my head to give him more access. I want to pull away, but I cant bring myself to do it.

“All of you,” he says in a low tone, his dominant eyes locking with mine as he removes my bikini top in one quick flash. I gasp as his mouth instantly goes to work on my breast.

“Peter not here! What if someone comes in? Or hears us!” I resist verbally but do very little to actually push him off. Instead, I entangle my fingers into his silver hair.

“Good,” is all he mumbles against my breast as he leaves dark hickies on the soft skin. I know this is wrong. I know we shouldn’t be doing this in such a public place, but I’ve never seen this look in Peters eyes before. It’s not often that he takes charge, and the way that he has me pinned against the wall leaves my knees weak in anticipation.

Peters mouth switches to my other breast as he uses his knees to spread my legs. His skilled fingers pull my bikini bottoms to the side and he immediately dips into my heat, moaning at how wet I already am.

“That bastard wishes he could see you like this,” Peter mumbles under his breath as he watches his finger slide in and out of me. I let out a small whimper, biting my lip to stifle the sound as much as possible.

With his other hand, he grabs my face squeezing my cheeks so hard that my lips pucker, before he leans down almost touching his nose to mine.

“I want to hear every sound that comes out of this pretty little mouth,” he growls lowly as he runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “Do you understand?” He pants as he stares in my eyes with an animalistic glint, his fingers still pumping into me.

“Y-yes,” I gulp, letting out a loud moan when his thumb brushes my clit.

“Atta Girl,” Peter smirks before he moves his hands to my thighs, picking me up so I can straddle him with my back against the wall.

After I wrap my legs around his waist, he begins to grind against my bare core. The friction sends a surge of pleasure through my body.

“What Are You waiting for?” I ask breathlessly as Peters eyes scan my body.

“Tell me what you want,” he demands lowly as his hand gently grips my throat. My heart flutters at my boyfriends unusual- and extremely hot- dominant demeaner

“I-I want you to fuck me,” I stutter as I stare down his arm into his dark eyes. The corner of his lips turn up into a smirk before he drops his swimming shorts.

Peter removes his hand from my throat to bring his fingers up to his mouth, wetting them before grazing over my heat. I tense at the contact, letting out a small whimper. My heart pounds in anticipation as he lines himself up with my entrance.

“I want him to hear,” peter growls before he buries himself inside of me in one swift thrust. I cry out at the sudden feeling of him filling me up. Peter moves hips slowly, allowing me to adjust. Soon enough, his hips are rocking against me in a steady motion as his fingers dig into the soft skin on my hips.

“fuck peter,” I whimper out as he grazes my gspot with every stroke. Everything about this situation- the risk of getting caught, peter completely dominating me, the way hes hitting right where I need him- has me more aroused than I’ve ever been.

“Louder,” Peter grunts, staring at me with stern eyes as he brings a thumb to my clit.

“Fuck Peter!” I let out a pathetic shriek as he begins to vibrate his thumb against my sensitive bud. I throw my head back, squeezing my eyes, allowing myself to get lost in the immense pleasure flooding through my body.

“Much better,” peter chuckles as he speeds up his hips. Peter looks down at me, biting his bottom lip so hard that I fear he may draw blood. Small grunts and low groans mange to slip out as he pounds into me.

“Im so close baby please don’t stop,” I whine as my fingers grip his hair so tight that my knuckles turn white.

“Say my fucking name and cum for me,” he growls into my ear before biting on my neck, sucking hickies onto the sensitive skin. I cant think well enough to form a response as I clench around him, feeling pure euphoria flood my body.

“Fuck! Yes! Peter oh my god!” I moan loudly, I don’t even know what I’m saying. At this point, Peter has literally fucked me senseless. I’m putty in his hands for him to use in any way he’d like. I lay against the wall, Peter now solely holding me up as I attempt to collect myself. I open my eyes as he slowly pulls out of me, chuckling as he sets me down onto my shaky legs.

“Peter… I-“ I just stare at my boyfriend as my release starts to drip down my thigh. Peter smirks as he pumps his still rock hard cock, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder.

“Get down and open up baby,” he says gently with a kiss to my forehead as he pushes on my shoulder. I obey, meeting his gaze as I get to my knees. I know that I’m drunk off lust because any other time I would not have my bare ass so close to the floor of a public showering cabin but with the way Peter’s looking at me, the thought of resisting doesn’t even cross my mind.

With my chest still heaving a bit, I take his length into my hand, stroking it slowly before kitten licking the tip. Peter throws his head back with a grunt as I slide him into my mouth, my tongue tracing up the bottom of him. I wrap my arms around his thighs as I begin to move my head back and forth.  Peter smirks, gently pushing some loose strands of hair out of my face.

“That’s it baby. You’re doing so good,” he hums as he begins to move his hips in rhythm to my face. Peter looks angelic as the sheen of sweat across his forehead glistens in the single beam of sun cutting through dimness of the cement room. His toned chest heaves as his dark eyes watch his cock violate my mouth, slipping deeper into my throat with each thrust. Tears begin to form in eyes as he slams into my throat, continuously slipping past my gag reflex

“I’m the only one who gets to use you like this,” Peter growls as his hands grip onto the back of my head. I do my best to nod and mumble a ‘mhm’ as drool begins to escape the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chest as he fucks my throat. My core still aches for him. I’ve had my release already, but the way that he’s speaking to me and using me is something far out of the ordinary for him- I cant get enough. I manage to pull away to gasp for breath as I begin to get light headed.

“Please,” I pant out hoarsely, tears and spit streaming down my face as I desperately kiss all over peters length between breaths. “Cum on my face baby please. Im yours. Please peter,” I beg breathlessly as I massage his balls. Peter lets out a whimper, seemingly more than excited to hear my pleads. His hand grabs onto his length, stroking himself closer to his climax. I sit back on my heels, opening my mouth, holding my tits- now covered in my own saliva from his ruthless face fucking- up, wanting nothing more than for him to cover me in his cum.

“God you’re so fucking sexy,” Peter groans as his hand moves in a blur along his length. He throws his head back and lets out a stream of profanities and groans as he shoots his hot seed allover my face and tits. “Jesus Christ,”’ Peter groans when he looks down to see the mess he’s made of me. I giggle, leaning forward, licking up his cock one last time to make sure I’ve gotten every drop. Peter watches me in awe as he attempts to catch his breath, grabbing my shoulders and gently pulling me to my feet.

“Do you feel better now?” I tease as I scoop some off his cum off my breast, bringing the salty liquid to my mouth. Peter groans at the sight.

“Much better,” he laughs as he reaches for his swim trunks. “You wouldn’t mind walking past Elijah like that would you?” he laughs as he grabs a paper towel by the sink.

“What? Half naked and covered in your cum?” I raise an eyebrow at him as he picks up my bikini top.

“Well, maybe put this on first,” he smirks, handing me the thin material. I laugh as he wipes me off so I can get dressed. The mood is back to its usual easy-going vibe and my calm and collected Peter has returned- but I can assure you that we will be revisiting this side of him quite often

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Tags: @pretzel-bunnie @slvt4jamesmarch

[by-speaker]

Forbbiden Love (ENG. VER.)

prompts by @raven-cincaide-words

Philza staggered through the corridors of the school, he had slept little and nothing, the image of Missa standing in his room made him tremble, he didn't know whether from fear or excitement, everything about Missa felt almost forbidden, as if the mere thought of the God was illegal, as if the mention of his name was a crime and as if the presence of it itself a sin. 

‘Hey, Philza!’ Fit's shout in his ear snapped him out of his reverie, ‘Hell, you look like you've seen a ghost, dude.’ 

Something like that, Phil thought humorously, ‘Ha ha ha, I just had one of those nights, Fit.’ 

‘Everything all right?’ his friend asked, concerned for him. ‘Is it about your parents, again?’ 

Philza smiled at him, ‘no, no, nothing like that,’ he said then sighed, ‘it's just something that… it's not really that important, I have to process it first, that's all.’ 

Fit gave him one of those bright, full smiles, ‘Well if you're having trouble don't forget my ma will always welcome you home with a plate of meatballs.’ 

‘Thanks, Fit.’ 

‘Nah nonsense, all for my brother,’ he said slapping Philza on the back, ’Come on, we've got history lessons with Monsieur Etoiles.’ 

Phil sighed, ‘Go on, I'll catch up with you, I'm going to get my sketchbook out, if I hear Etoiles talking about columns from the Romanesque period one more time with nothing to do I'll kill myself.’ Philza said, making a hanging sound. 

Fit laughed, motioned for her to hurry up and grabbed Pac by the waist, giving him a slightly over the top kiss.

‘Fit, Pac!’ shouted Principal Halo from his place at the end of the hallway, ’This is a school, not a motel.’ 

Phil chuckled, and searched through his things for his sketchbook, but couldn't seem to find it, ‘Looking for this?’ said a voice he knew too well for Phil's liking. 

‘Missa!’ shrieked Phil quietly, “What are you doing here?” he said in a whisper, taking his notebook in his hands. 

‘Can't I visit you, dear?’ asked the God, those galaxies glowing with some mischief. 

‘No,’ squeaked Philza, “I'm late, goodbye,” he said disappearing down the corridor. 

‘Adiós, querido,’ said Missa, his words almost like a whisper on the wind. 

Philza tried to ignore him, he sat down in his seat next to Fit and Pac, ready to ignore whatever it was they were going to study in history and draw something, anything, so he could breathe a little, but as he opened his notebook there was an extremely detailed drawing of him on the first page, there was a sentence below the drawing. 

Para mi cuervito, xoxoxo, Missa

Philza felt a shiver run down his spine. Why couldn't Missa leave him alone? He just wants to be left alone, and live his life in peace, was that too much to ask?

Philza felt a shiver run down his spine, why couldn't Missa just leave him alone? He just wants to be quiet, and live his life in peace, was that too much to ask?

‘Woah,’ Monsieur Etoiles said, ’I didn't know you could draw so well, Philza.’ 

‘No, it's not mine, sir.’ Said Phil, turning the page to an empty one, ‘thanks anyway.’ 

‘Bonjour à tous!’ Everyone responded with a dry ‘Bonjour Monsieur Etoiles’ causing the professor to roll his eyes at the lack of enthusiasm, ‘Today we're going to talk about gods, and I wanted to start with one of my favourite gods, Moris, God of Death.’ 

No way, Missa was chasing him, he couldn't leave him alone. 

‘Moris,’ explained Etoiles, ’is, in addition to the god of death, the guardian god of children and unjust deaths, legend has it that his first love, Philip, was taken from him at a young age, he spent his entire mortal life searching for the culprit, upon seeing his efforts, the goddess of death, Trixtin, gave him an immortal life for his endeavour.’ 

‘Hey Phil,’ Fit said with a laugh, “isn't that the statue you kissed?” he said loud enough for the whole class to hear.

All the colour drained from Phil's face, suddenly he was the centre of attention, and it made him want the earth to swallow him up. Monsieur Etoiles let out a chuckle. 

‘’My, my, kissing gods at this age, Monsieur Watson?’ he said with a hint of derision, “Don't you know that could get you into trouble?” 

Well, Philza would have liked someone to have told him that before he had kissed the statue in the graveyard. ‘I didn't know that, sir.’  

‘In many ancient legends,’ said the professor, ‘there is mention of the love that Moris, or Missa, has for one particular soul, the soul of his beloved Felipe, it is told that, the god only appears for that soul, because Felipe's soul and the god's soul are bound together for all eternity.’’ 

Great, now I'm bound to a weirdo god for the rest of my fucking life. He grumbled in his mind, he could see how the professor kept looking at him, as if something wasn't right with him. 

‘Mr. Watson, you seem overly concerned about this, what do you think of the god?’ 

He is incredibly annoying and clingy, ‘If he was so good, why doesn't he leave Felipe's soul alone?’ 

‘Because you're mine, cuervito’ a breeze rushed through the room and that's what Philza heard, the simple answer to his eternal damnation.

HELLO, HELLO, HELLO!!!

So I usually shut up and post this but, since this is becoming so popular, I was thinking. If someone makes me a cover for Wattpad and a banner, I will publish this as a longer fanfic

XOXOXO, Your Friend, Speaker.

[plainclothesdisaster]

Red Knight Chapter 2 - Dead End

DP x DC | Dead on Main

Jason Todd encounters one Danny Fenton in the streets of Gotham and suddenly he's thrown into a world of ghosts and monsters. Will he embrace this life? Or will it just end up with him dead again?

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No way Jason was going to call that number. He was busy with Black Mask. So long as there was no trouble, he didn’t need to get involved in meta business. And he certainly didn’t need help from one. He was absolutely fine.

He could have told Bruce and the others to keep an eye out, but what would he have said? Be on the lookout for a generic dude who can tell if you died? Yeah, not worth ringing alarm bells. He went back to his work.

Days later when Jason shot a would-be robber in the leg, he was totally calm. Weeks later when he pushed a rival crime boss off the back of a moving truck— definitely still keeping it together. A month later when he held one of Joker’s pawns by the head and smashed his skull to the cement again and again and again and the rage roared like an ocean in his ears— okay maybe he was missing the easy peace he’d enjoyed those first few days after confronting that stranger in the alley. He’d gotten so used to the rage that he’d forgotten what it was like to live without it.

Back in his apartment that night Jason scrubbed the blood off his hands. He didn’t think about the crumpled receipt he’d stashed in a kitchen drawer a month ago and hadn’t dared look at since.

As he laid down to try to sleep he could still feel the new weight in his chest but now an old anger clawed at it again like a ravenous beast. Uncomfortably aware of it now, like when someone reminds you you’re breathing. What had that stranger done to him?

That doesn’t mean we’re totally human either.

We’re.

Jason felt different since coming back from the dead, that was obvious. But taking a dip in the Pit didn’t make people metas. Not like that guy. Jason couldn’t walk through walls or disappear. At least he didn’t think he could.

He thought of the stranger’s— of Danny’s easy cheeky smile. Totally unthreatened. Jason’s heart twisted with rage and something else.

He pushed himself out of bed and got suited up again. No use laying here with his blood on fire. The chill of the empty streets would have to serve as a balm.

Later he’d blame his carelessness on his frazzled state of mind. But regardless of the cause, Black Mask’s goons caught him in their trap with maddening ease. One minute he was following a mark on the street, the next he was jumped from behind, tied up, knocked out.

He came back to consciousness in a small windowless room, tied to a chair with a hefty amount of rope. The sharp tang of metal and the weight of sweat hung in the air. Three goons with guns hovered over him. They’d taken his helmet but left the domino mask. So considerate of them.

“We’ve got some questions for you,” the head goon said, smiling with stained teeth.

Jason’s vision went red. Rage, rage, rage. There was no room for thoughts in his head, only the loud wailing of his anger. These goons were dead, deader than dead. Except at this rate so would he.

He felt a gun to press into his temple. He bared his teeth. Anger howled within him. The guy was talking but Jason didn’t hear their questions, he just wanted to kill them.

Then suddenly the howling stopped. A familiar quietude settled beneath his heart. It took his eyes a moment to focus and then he saw him there, inexplicably also inside the safe room, standing behind the goons. The stranger from the alley. Danny.

“I was starting to think you’d never call.” Danny smiled, all sunshine. What the fuck. How was he here?

His captors turned with a variety of shouts, guns out and primed against the new intruder. Danny didn’t react. He didn’t take his eyes off Jason.

“I didn’t.” Jason breathed. It felt like his heart had stopped.

“You’re like me. I never expected you to.” Jason caught a flash of fangs under Danny’s lips and his pulse skipped. “Good thing I was in the area.”

Then a goon grabbed for Danny’s arm. Jason half-shouted a warning but Danny was quicker. He nailed his assailant with a fist to the chest that sent him smashing back into the wall. The second thug swung his gun around and got a shot off. Jason swore it hit Danny in the leg but Danny didn’t flinch. Instead grabbed the gun and kneed the guy in the stomach so hard it lifted him off the ground. Danny turned just as the head good aimed a shot right between his eyes. Gunfire. Jason braced for the blood splatter, but it didn’t come. Instead Danny grabbed the guy by the throat and slammed him to the floor. The goons didn’t move.

When Danny looked back up at Jason his eyes glowed with that same ethereal intensity he saw before. Jason felt a thrum of energy from deep within him like a second pulse. Like calling to like.

He stared mutely as Danny rose. He should have been dead twice over. A foreign reverence leapt to the forefront of Jason’s mind, he didn’t know from where. Who the hell was this guy?

“You wanna get out of here?” Danny asked.

“Uh, yeah.”

Danny didn’t hesitate. He touched Jason on the shoulder and the ropes fell off him with the same slippery feeling he had when Danny had put a hand through his chest. He lead him through the door (literally through it) and out onto the street where a motorcycle waited.

Danny tossed Jason the keys.

“See ya round?” Danny turned to walk off. Like he’d just run an errand and not shown up out of nowhere in the middle of the night and beaten half the life out of some of the Narrows’ meanest thugs.

“Wait.” Jason stopped him. “What the hell is up with the guardian angel act? Who the fuck are you? What did you do to me?”

Danny turned back and smiled. “You want to get something to eat?”

//

Danny didn’t start talking again until they were seated across from each other in a booth at a 24 hour diner, two steaming cups of coffee between them. Jason had begrudgingly acquiesced to the offer of food. He guessed it was somewhat better than having this conversation at gunpoint. Not like that would have worked anyway, judging by how it went last time. This, at least, might get him some answers

“So, you died right?” Danny began.

Jason’s grip tightened on the handle of his mug. “You are supposed to be the one answering questions.”

“And I will! But you’re going to have to help me understand a bit too. You’re a unique case.”

Jason didn’t know whether that was a good or bad thing. “Yeah I died," he huffed. "Didn’t stick though.”

“How?”

Jason raised an eyebrow. He half expected Danny to know all about his death, seeing as he seemed to know so much else about him.

“A clown with a crowbar turned my lights out. Lazarus Pit turned them back on.” At Danny’s confused look, he continued: “Lazarus pit. Glowing pool? Impossible healing waters?”

“Oh is that what you call those pools of rancid ectoplasm beneath the city? I suppose that would be just enough to do it.”

Rancid ectoplasm sounded like another can of worms but that would have to wait. “Do what?”

“Keep you half alive.”

“What do you mean half alive?”

Danny took a big sip of coffee. “When I was fourteen my parents built a portal in our basement. It led to what is basically the realm of the dead. It didn’t work at first, until I went in and accidentally turned it on. The portal opened on top of me, which wasn’t great for my overall health and well-being per se. It killed me but not all the way. Instead I became half ghost.”

“Ghost.” Jason half chuckled and waited for the punch line.

Danny looked straight at Jason with those intense blue eyes, completely serious. “Ghost, specter, phantom, whatever you want to call it. I’m part ghost and you are too.”

Jason blinked. “Bullshit.”

That made Danny laugh. “I usually am pretty secretive about my whole deal but maybe I can be more lax if that’s the reaction I’ll get.”

Jason grumbled. The waitress came by and put a steaming plate of hashbrowns on the table between them.

Danny leaned back in the booth. “Okay, well if you don’t believe me— since coming back have you been stronger than a normal human should be? Faster? Get hurt less bad and heal quicker when you do?”

Jason frowned. “Side effects from the Pit.”

Danny raised a knowing eyebrow. “Uh huh. If that’s what you want to call it.” He grabbed a hashbrown and took a bite, continuing to talk between chews. “The weird thing is you should be able to do so much more. But now that I know you were doused in corrupted ectoplasm it’s making more sense.”

Jason narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean more?”

Danny extended his hand intangibly through Jason’s coffee. He waggled his fingers for show.

“Intangibility. Invisibility. Flight. You should at least have basics like those.”

Basics huh. Dying didn’t magically make him able to fly, of that he was certain. Not that superpowers wouldn’t be convenient, they weren’t exactly Jason’s brand.

“But I think what the problem is is you’re running around with a half formed core. I did my best to stabilize it the last time we met but I’m not an expert in these things.”

“Core?” Why did every sentence out of Danny’s mouth have to make less sense than the one before?

Danny tapped his chest in the same spot Jason felt the now-comforting weight in his own. “Ghosts don’t have a heart. We have cores, which are metaphorically the same thing.

“Half ghost cores are weird in their own right. But yours feels especially weird. It’s like… spiky when it should be smooth. And soft when it should be hard. Does that make sense?”

Of course it didn’t. Jason wasn’t here for a supernatural biology lesson. But that wasn’t important. “And you— what you did— made it… quiet. How?”

Danny flipped his hand up on the table and suddenly a glowing green ball of energy hovered in his palm. “Pure ectoplasmic energy to cleanse out the corrupted stuff. But it’s temporary. It’s worn off since I last saw you. I think your core generates corrupted ectoplasm. And that I can’t fix by myself. At least not here.”

“Where then?”

Danny’s face turned sheepish. “You remember that realm of the dead I mentioned?” He closed his fist, extinguishing the light. Jason leaned back.

None of this seemed believable. Jason had died and come back to life, he accepted that impossibility. But all this even more impossible stuff about ghosts and ectoplasm and realms of the dead— that was pushing it.

None of it changed the fact that Danny knew too much about him, and worse, he seemed to have some kind of power that affected him. There was too much he wasn’t saying. And now he wanted to take him to a different dimension to fix something that Jason still wasn’t convinced actually existed. Yeah, no.

“Why do you even care? What do you want from me?”

Danny shrugged. “I just want to help.”

“Why?”

“Because I can. It’s hard for me to ignore someone like you. Someone like me.”

The worst part was that he seemed genuine. But Jason wasn’t so naive to think that even if Danny said he wanted nothing in return that there wouldn’t be some other strings attached down the line. He sat back in the booth and folded his arms.

“Nah I’m good.”

A hint of a frown flashed across Danny’s face as his response. He didn’t push any further and Jason felt a small relief. He didn’t want this to end in violence, not just because (for the first time in a long time) he wasn’t sure the violence would end in his favor.

“Thanks for the coffee,” said Jason. “I’m gonna head home.”

“You still have my number right? It’s an open offer.” Danny wasn’t great at hiding his disappointment. Jason almost felt a twinge of regret.

He pushed himself up from the booth and left.

Next >

[vagueval]

Tarot cards

“Pick a card; any card.”

Deuce nearly threw his milk box in Blade’s face, as she suavely slid down onto the seat in front of him in a flash, and just as swiftly held out a deck of strange cards.

“Wha—?!” Was all he could think today in response. “What?!”

Blade leaned closer to him to whisper over the chatter of Night Raven’s busy cafeteria, with her smug act vanished. “Look, i have a test in an hour—I’m practicing! Just—play along, please?” She pleaded.

Deuce hesitantly pulled an ornate card from the deck. Blade held out her hand, and confused by whatever stage-magic trick this apparently was not, handed the card back to her.

Deuce then saw, how the front of the card was just blank. With a question on his lips, he was about to speak, but stopped when Blade drew in a breath, laid the card on a piece of printer paper that had a pentagram hand-drawn on it, and started mumbled an incantation to herself.

Deuce watched—and continued eating his sandwich—as Blade finished the incantation, snapped her fingers over the card, and the lines forming the pentagram glowed a cherry-red and then the surface of the card burned away, transforming into an intricate illustration.

As soon as the light on the paper faded, Blade snatched up the card and practically shoved it in Deuce’s face. “Is this right?” She eagerly asked.

“Uh…how—how would I know…?”

“Oh. Right.” Blade slumped, and pulled it away to look at the new design herself. Her brow furrowed.

“Blade, why are you shoving a card in Deuce’s face?”

They both looked up, and saw Riddle, Ace, Yuu and Grim all approaching their table in a group. Deuce waved at them. “Uh…not sure!” Deuce replied, causing Riddle to turn his confused stare back to the girl in question. Yuu & Grim sat on the left of Deuce, with Ace following suit. Riddle sitting to the right of Blade.

Blade didn’t seem to notice. “This…is interesting…” She gave an odd look to Deuce.

He felt strangely unnerved. “What’s interesting…?”

“Yeah, what is ‘interesting’?” Ace echoed, in between his mouth-fulls of crackers.

“Deuce…well—to answer the question,” Blade addressed the three newcomers. “I’m trying to practice for my divination test today; I have to get a better grade than Ruggie in this. Or at least equal.” She insisted. “Deuce’s helping, but…it’s just, this…isn’t the card I expected.”

“First rule of divination: don’t expect anything!” Ruggie said in a singsongy voice, as he suddenly appeared behind Blade with his own cafeteria tray, along with Jack & Kaasura.

“Shut up!” Blade batted him away. “You’re already enough of a know-it-all in class!”

Ruggie laughed, and grabbed Deuce’s card from his hands as Jack sat down a seat away from Blade, Kaasura sitting on his left. “Hey!” Blade shouted, loud enough to draw the attention of some others in the cafeteria for a few seconds, before they vanished again into their own groups.

Blade tried to grab the card back. Ruggie held it high out of her reach.

“Hmm…this one is actually interesting for you, Deuce…” Ruggie hummed, as he ignored Blade.

“What’s interesting for him?”

Both the Hyena and Deuce jumped, as Soren suddenly appeared next to Deuce. She casually took a seat at the table, along with Silver, who’d been behind her. “Wh- dude, where’d you come from?” Blade asked.

“Chemistry class.” She stared back, ominously.

(bro did NOT have a fun time in chemistry.)

“What does that card mean!?” Deuce exclaimed, tired of all the interruptions.

“Sorry, sorry. Here,” Ruggie handed the card back to him. Deuce looked down at the words at the bottom of the card, which said “The Fool”

“ ‘Fool’ …?” Deuce asked, slightly dejected at the word, but also confused at what the other cards were, then.

“It’s not what it sounds like.” Blade shook her hands. “A few are like that.”

Ruggie hummed in agreement. “The Fool basically refers to youth and adventures you’ve yet to go on. It encourages whoever gets it to take on whatever life throws at them and embrace whatever is ahead of you, whether it’s good or bad. And sometimes it’ll be hard to tell.”

Deuce perked up again at that. Well, it made sense: Deuce was only sixteen, and he hoped he had a lot of adventures ahead of him. Hopefully with the same friends that surrounded him right now.

He grinned, and tucked the card into his backpack at his feet.

He looked back up at the table and his food just as Blade sat down, and Kaasura sunk his sharp snake-teeth into an apple. “Wait, Blade, what card did you expect me to get?” Deuce asked.

“Well, uh…I don’t know.” Blade shrugged. “You kinda gave me Temperance vibes? Or Star?”

“Oi Blade?” Kaasura asked, with a mouth-full of apple. “Doesn’t your family have a history of powerful werewolves or something?” He asked as he chewed it. Jack, sat next to him, pointedly said something about manners. Kaasura sassily glared at him as he swallowed it.

“That doesn’t mean I’m any good at cards!” Blade grumbled, and picked up her own apple.

“…Can you do the rest of us?” Riddle asked, gesturing to the rest of Blade’s blank cards.

The utter despair disappeared. “Absolutely!” She declared.

Ruggie, meanwhile, rolled his eyes, huffed dramatically, and sat down in between his apparent rival and Jack.

Blade spread out of the deck in her hand again, and brought it around the lunch table. Each person picked out their own blank card, with even Ruggie sarcastically participating. When she was finished with them all, Blade laid the drawn pentagram and glyphs on the center of the table. “Okay, everyone put your cards in the center—but make sure not to touch anyone else’s. Only give them to me.”

The pentagram glowing again as Blade began her incantation, and as she snapped her fingers, all of the cards again sparked, and shot away from each other like a wind had blown them apart. Each landed perfectly in front of their respective owners, as the blank surface burned away to reveal nine unique illustrations.

Ruggie looked down at his, and hummed approvingly. The rest each picked up their cards curiously, and read out the inscriptions.

“Justice.” Jack read. “Nice.”

“Makes sense…” Ruggie leaned over him to look at the card. “I’d say you do have a pretty strong sense of karma. It represents that, and reminds that every action is the consequence of something.”

“Uh, guys…” Yuu said. “Should we…be concerned…?” He and Grim both showed their cards to the table. Grim’s read “Death” , and Yuu’s, “The Shadow Lord” . They both looked rather distraught.

“Oh!” Blade jumped out of her seat, and walked around the table to them both. “Okay, so that one’s similar to the Fool. They’re different than how they sound.”

Blades leaned over Grims’s & Yuu’s chair. “It’s not literal death. It’s more like…well, to whoever gets that card, it represents change or transition. Depending on the person, it could also encourage them to let go of the past in prospect of a better future.”

“Ohhh…” Grim nodded eagerly. “So like, death but also rebirth!”

“Yup.”

“What about mine?” Yuu asked, and offered the card to Blade.

She took it, hesitantly. “Right. Uh. The Shadow Lord card…”

“That one is pretty much what it sounds like—”

“No it’s not!” Blade cut off Ruggie. She patted her hand on Yuu’s shoulder. “But—you, uh, you been doing alright lately, bud…?”

“Yeah. Why?” Yuu responded, just slightly too fast to sound like a casual answer.

“Well, usually the Shadow Lord means you’ve been feeling stuck or not in control. But I mean, that could mean anything really. Literally, people have gotten this card and freaked out just because they watched the news too much. So I wouldn't worry about it.”

“What does ‘’The Hanged Man’’ mean?” Kaasura asked.

Ruggie leaned over to see him, past Jack “Sacrifice, in some cases. Or it could mean you feel stuck and don’t know where to go.” He explained. He saw how Kaasura’s brow furrowed in contemplation, and added: “Though, the meanings of the cards are pretty much up to interpretation by whoever gets them.”

“Like ’Strength?” Ace held up his own card.

“Okay that one does make sense for you.” Ruggie said. “It represents courage, and the resilience to overcome any hardship.”

“Cool!” Ace tucked the card into the pocket in his blazer.

“What do ours mean?” Soren asked, on behalf of herself and the one next to her, Silver.

“What did you get?” Deuce asked the two of them. He had no idea were so many different tarot cards, or how many things each could mean. This…was probably what Mr.Trein meant when he said Deuce needed to pay more attention.

“ ‘ The Chariot’** .” Soren read out.

“ ‘ Wheel of Fortune ’ …” Silver said, after Soren.

“Those are interesting…” Ruggie thought aloud.

“Soren definitely has Chariot vibes.” Ruggie smirked at the girl in question. She lightly tilted her head.

Soren handed the card over to Ruggie. “It represents freedom and the drive to accomplish things, and encourages thinking outside the box.” The hyena explained, as he inspected it.

“And the Wheel of Fortune is pretty much how it sounds.” Blade nodded to Silver, now in her original seat. “It reminds that for just as many bad things happen in your life, it’ll be balanced by the good—or vice-versa. It can also warn not to get too cocky whenever things do go your way. But that’s reversed too, so…pretty much just—” Blade made air-quotes with her hands, “— ‘heed the wheel of fortune’ .”

“I suppose that makes sense…”

“What were you guys’?” Ace asked Ruggie and Blade

“ ‘ The Magician ’ .” Ruggie held up his card to show the table. “Though I guess I did sort of expect it, seeing as I’ve gotten it before. It basically just means I’m awesome.”

Blade scoffed. “It means that the person who got it should be confident in their abilities, and represents success. So clearly I am bad at witchcraft, ‘cause I have no clue how you got that one— hey!”

Ruggie reached over to playfully hit her upside the head.

Watching Blade and Ruggie’s play-fight, Yuu perked up and, without a shred of provocation, turned to Ace and gave a good wack to the back of his head as well.

Ace, stuttered out a “what was that for!?”

‘’And to answer Ace’s question,” Blade finally declared. “I didn’t do a card. You can’t cast it for yourself.”

“I can do one for you, if you want?” Ruggie offered.

“Uh…Sure. To be honest, I’ve never actually had this down for me before. Not in a ‘magical’ world anyways.” Blade handed him the deck. He sat down as he picked one out, gave it back to her, and Ruggie repeated the same incantation again. Though instead of a cherry-red color, the pentagram glowed a orangey-yellow color.

“Huh…” Blade trailed off, as she looked at the finished card.

“Which is it?” Riddle eagerly asked.

“ ‘ The Heirophant ’ …”

“Is that…bad?” Yuu asked.

“Uh—no, no, just…not what I would’ve guessed.”

“Tch.” Ruggie scoffed. “What did I say about expecting—”

“You literally just admitted to being a hypocrite.”

“What's that one mean, then?” Jack asked, through the last piece of his sandwich.

Blade shrugged. “It’s also known as the Messenger of Fate. It mostly represents tradition, inheritance, or lineages, and also magic itself, and guidance. I guess it mostly encourages self-reflection, and learning the past before going forward with the future.”

“That sounds interesting!” Kaasura offered.

“Eh, I guess. I have no idea why I got it—though, this deck’s been temperamental anyway…”

Deuce had no idea what that was supposed to mean. Silver luckily felt the same. “How can a deck of cards be ‘temperamental’…?” he asked skeptically.

“It can’t.” Ruggie rolled his eyes, as if he’d heard that a thousand times. “It’s just an amateur putting all of her amateur-ness off on the cards.’’

“It’s the damn paper and I can prove it!” Blade shouted, as if she’d had to defend her claim a thousand times. In the back of her mind, Soren could’ve sworn she’d heard this same argument, a thousand times.

Blade stood up again, and grabbed the deck to do something that would supposedly prove that it was being ‘temperamental’ . Except just as she did, the school bell rang and echoed throughout the cafeteria.

Caught completely off-guard by it, Blade jumped, and dropped the cards. They scattered into a mess across their lunch table, and everyone immediately jumped up to try to grab them all before they fell on the floor.

Blade grumbled something about fate agreeing with her that the cards were shoddy, while they all reached across the table to pick up the mess of paper. And, by pure chance, they all touched the same card, in the center of the mess simultaneously.

And as they did, Blade instinctively jerked her hand away as the paper suddenly grew white-hot, as if she’d tried to touch fire. The rest of her friends gasped and jerked away, the same.

They all watched, in confusion and wonder, as the blank card burned away into an illustration that matched the ones that Blade had given them. Except no one had performed the incantation; it just sparked itself, as soon as Deuce, Ace, Blade, Riddle, Yuu, and Soren had all touched it.

The newly finished card had only one word at the bottom:

“Judgement”

“That…is not normal.” Ruggie stared at it, dumbfounded.

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Sebek Zivgolt Dorm Uniform Personal Story: Part 3

"There is no time to whine!!!!"

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

[Coliseum – Field]

― The next day, Joint Protection Magic Class, 4th Session

Sebek: It is almost time for our team to present.

Sebek: Are you ready, humans?

Classmate A/B: Yeah…

Sebek: I CAN'T HEAR YOU, HUMAN!!

Classmate A: Who cares about how loud my voice is…? It's not like anything'll change because of how much I shout or anything.

Classmate B: Man, I don't feel like I can pass this assignment if I gotta work with Sebek.

Sebek: You lack the will to win. If you are as you are, there is no way you would be able to win even the easiest battles.

Sebek: You do remember the magic you have been tasked with performing, yes?

Classmate A: I have water, this guy has fire. We're all using magic we're good at, right? Obviously, we can remember that much.

Classmate A: …But dude, was it really okay for us to choose the magic we get to use first?

Classmate B: If we have to have three types of magic, that means you have to use something else.

Classmate B: Kinda means you won't really have the freedom to choose whatever magic you want…

Sebek: No matter. I practice an extensive array of magic every single day!

Sebek: And I am aware that it would be difficult to overcome any weakness in one night.

Sebek: In order to achieve a passing grade, we should take advantage of whatever strengths you already possess.

Classmate A: I-I see…

Classmate B: See, he sounds inspiring, but I know exactly what he's trying to say…

Sebek: Now… WE BEGIN!

Classmate A: Go, water, envelop the doll and stop its movement!

Classmate A: Urgh… It's moving faster than I expected, so my music can't hit it at all!

Classmate B: Mine neither. I can't even get close!

Sebek: That doll is much quicker than I had expected. It also moves akin to a person… This exercise is really invigorating.

Classmate A/B: …

Sebek: Hey, you two, what are you standing around for? We go again! Do not stop until you've hit the target!

Classmate B: But… We don't have much time left, isn't it gonna be impossible for us to clear it?

Classmate A: I knew it, this dysfunctional team wasn't gonna be good enough…

Sebek: SILENCE!! THERE IS NO TIME TO WHINE!!!!

Classmate B: Ack!? You scared me…

Classmate A: You're so loud, man!

Sebek: Humph. You were both showing your loss of conviction, so I was merely shooing it away.

Sebek: No matter how impossible the objective may seem, as long as you never give up, there will always be a means to succeed.

Sebek: To give up only after a few tries like this is absolutely pathetic.

Sebek: Is this the extent of your determination? Do you not have any pride on your name as a student of Night Raven College?

Sebek: IF YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE IN YOURSELF, THEN WHO WILL!?

Classmate A: Sebek… You…

Sebek: I absolutely, definitely must pass this task for the sake of the Young Master, someone who is very, very important to me…

Sebek: Which means that, in the end, the two of you also have the great fortune of acting on behalf of Malleus-sama as well.

Sebek: I CARE NOT IF YOU GIVE UP OR PASS OUT, DO SO AFTER WE SUCCEED IN THIS ENDEAVOR! DO IT FOR MALLEUS-SAMA!

Classmate A: SEBEK, SERIOUSLY!?!

Classmate B: WAS ALL THOSE WORDS JUST FOR YOU AND DRACONIA-SENPAI, HUH!?!

Sebek: Humph. Looks like you've gotten your spirit back.

Classmate B: Huh? Oh, you're right… When I shouted like that, I felt a little bit of energy coursing through me.

Classmate A: There's no way I can let this end with Sebek looking down on me like that… Yeah, I'll do it! Let's go!!

Ace: Wow, Sebek's team suddenly got their second wind. Was that their strategy all along?

Deuce: Yeah, but they're just haphazardly throwing spells around, they're not hitting the doll at all. I wonder what they're gonna do now.

Ace: Who knows, maybe they're just gonna brute force it?

Ace: Well… No matter what kind of magic Sebek uses now, I don't think they'll get anywhere if they're just gonna attack with reckless abandon.

Sebek: …Alright, the team's morale has increased. That is the most important aspect in a real fight.

Sebek: I cannot allow this opportunity to pass. I need to make the decisive strike now…

Sebek: …There!

Sebek: Hey, human! Send your fire magic to that puddle over there!

Classmate A: That puddle…? Oh you mean the one from the attack I missed earlier?

Classmate B: Man, I'm starting to get used to Sebek's commands… Fine, I just gotta do it, right? Hah!!

Ace: Woah, that's a ton of steam! It's gotten so white, I can't see a thing in front of me…!

Sebek: Right, here is my chance!

Sebek: If it is a precise copy of how a person would act, then if it were to be robbed of its senses the same as any real person, then it shouldn't be able to move.

Sebek: This was a fascinating exercise, but…

Sebek: It was rather fortuitous for me that this was not a mere target, but rather a humanoid one.

Sebek: If this were a test that focused only on one's magical strength, it may have been rather difficult, but… I am more than capable of any kind of training towards people!

Sebek: I will have you perish here, all for Malleus-sama!

Sebek: TAKE THIS!!!

Ace: Dude, Sebek's magic just hit it directly… And the doll broke! Wait, was he just waiting for his chance the whole time?

Deuce: Isn't Sebek the first one to actually break the target with a single hit? That's amazing…!

Sebek: …I will now read the critique the professor gave our team.

Classmate A/B: Gulp…

Sebek: "…Despite the initial slow magical attacks, and the many issues with actual control of your magic, the indominable spirit you all showed in the second half to come back full force was impressive."

Sebek: "Taking into account that the team each used one of three different types of magic and destroyed the target, as assigned…"

Sebek: "You all pass."

Classmate A/B: H-HOORAY!!!

Sebek: But it wasn't a perfect score, hm… There is still much room to grow, myself included.

Classmate A: You're just gonna mutter to yourself while we're trying to celebrate? Man, you really need to learn how to read the room.

Classmate A: But hey… Honestly, hearing you say that kinda put me in a good mood. In a good and a bad way, I guess.

Classmate A: Thanks.

Classmate B: Yeah. I think I might understand why you're always shouting all the time, too.

Sebek: …I see. I will say that the two of you did a good job this time, as well.

Sebek: You showed me what spirit you actually have. Not bad for humans.

Classmate A: Heheh, it actually feels kinda weird when Sebek's being open like this…

Sebek: Although, if it had just been myself, I would have been able to do such a simple task in half the time it took us this time.

Classmate B: Haaah!? Weren't you just saying that we all worked hard together to get that passing grade!?

Sebek: Huh? I never said such a thing. Your hard work, and my ability are two separate things.

Sebek: This time, I simply complied to the tasked assigned to me. I would have been able to do it by my lonesome, without any help from you humans!!

Classmate A: I think I regret thanking you…

Classmate B: I take back everything good I just thought about you! Sebek, you really gotta do something about that attitude of yours!

[Courtyard]

―After school, same day

Sebek: Young Master, today I alone will be escorting you.

Sebek: I AM AT YOUR SERVICE!

Malleus: Right.

Malleus: …Ah, I heard that you passed your assignment in the joint protection magic class today.

Sebek: Eh!? H-How did you come to know of that, sir?

Malleus: I met with Lilia and Silver on the way here. I heard from the both of them.

Malleus: You've grown well, Sebek.

Sebek: M-Malleus-sama…!

Sebek: …Far from it. This assignment was a mere trifle.

Sebek: As long as it is for you, Malleus-sama… No matter where life may take us, everything I, Sebek, do is for you!

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

[ravenrose18]

Shadows of Destiny

Chapter 2

A while later, Dean had Raven's location. He glanced up at the signs on the interstate and managed to merge fast enough to exit where he needed to, much to Sam's panic. "Dean! What good are we going to be for her if we die in a car crash? Wouldn't that be a story..." "Sam! I'm just following traffic. I want to get there. I want to make sure Raven's okay and if that gets me a few birds flipped on the way there. Well, they can kiss my ass..." Dean shouted, looking all around them for the motel. After a couple of stoplights, the neon light shined bright in the darkness and Dean breathed a sigh of relief. "Are we picking her up or are we staying?" Sam asked, trying to keep his voice down, as he could see that Dean's mood was a bit cross and tense. "I don't know yet. Right now, I want to make sure she's okay. I don't know how badly she got hurt. I don't know if the demons are still out to find her. I don't know. But I'm going to go and be there for her, now." "Loud and clear," Sam muttered, stepping out of the car as soon as Dean placed it into the park in the parking lot. Dean stepped out quickly on the other side and jogged up to the door of Raven's room, instantly knocking. "Raven. It's Dean!"

Raven awoke abruptly from her light doze, her hand instinctively closing around the grip of her gun. She approached the door with caution, her grip on the pistol tightening as she prepared to unlock it. She knew she had to be careful; it could be a demon trying to deceive her. Slowly turning the doorknob, she opened the door, aiming her gun cautiously towards the figure outside. She didn't realize it was the boys until the door was fully open. Upon seeing them, she relaxed, a faint smile appearing on her face, and she holstered her gun before stepping back to welcome them inside. "Hey boys, it's been a while. Come in and take a seat if you'd like," she said, leaning against the dresser with her arms crossed. Her tiredness was evident, as she had just woken from a nap after several days without proper sleep. Her bandages still covered her wounds, dark bruises marred her face, and marks from her ex-boyfriend's hands were visible on her neck.

Dean's leg twitched, his boot scraping against the sidewalk as he waited for Raven to open the door. It had been a long two years. Two years with no phone calls. Two years of watching Bobby fret over her safety. Two years of feeling like a member of their family was missing...or possibly dead. When the door fully opened, he didn't even notice the bandages or the bruises. His shoulders fell instantly, and he huffed a deep breath. From behind him, Sam seemed to be feeling the same way, as he took a shaky breath. "Hey there..." Dean choked out, fighting back the stone that felt like it was going to burst from his throat. He followed her inside, Sam closing the door behind him and checking the salt line they had just crossed. It was then that Dean realized how hurt she was, "Jesus, Raven. Your face..." He crossed the room and placed a hand gently against her jaw, turning her head side to side as he tried to find every bruise. His heart sank into his stomach and an unfamiliar feeling of protective rage came over him. "How did...when did you notice dude was acting different? And you're sure he's a demon?"

Raven gazed at the boys as they entered the room. When Dean approached to inspect her face, she let out a sigh and met his striking green eyes with her icy blue ones. "I don't know what happened. It all started so suddenly. His eyes turned pitch black, Dean. I'm certain he was possessed by a demon," she said, her voice tinged with regret. "I'm sorry for not keeping in touch. I just felt like maybe I could have a normal life, but it seems that was not meant to be. I was alone for a year until I met him. Things were great in the beginning, but then he changed. He became abusive, cheated on me, and then, out of nowhere, he tried to kill me. I don't know if he was a demon the whole time, or at least at the end of our relationship. I didn't kill him; I just knocked him out long enough for me to escape," she confessed, casting her eyes downwards and gently touching her bruised neck.

Dean caught Raven's eyes and stared into them for a moment, taking in that she was actually in front of them. She was alive and for the most part...okay. As he heard her out, he narrowed his eyes and released her face, scanning her eyes. It was possible that the guy had been possessed the entire time and had singled her out. But the most logical possibility was that he always had it in him to be abusive, and the demon just used that to its advantage. "It's possible that he was possessed somewhere along the way..." Sam echoed Dean's thoughts behind him. Dean simply nodded and reached out to touch her face again. He tilted her chin up so he could meet her eyes. "But you're safe, now. Alright? We'll handle it. We'll handle it the same way we always do. Nothing has changed."

Raven nonchalantly shrugged as she listened to Sam, but then she felt Dean's gentle touch on her face once again. She looked up into his eyes, closed her own, and let out a sigh. "Yeah, I know Dean. I just can't figure out why a demon would be targeting me. I mean, I've been helping out on the side, passing on information to hunters about hunts that I didn't fully commit to. I keep tabs on everything that's happening across the country, so nothing has changed, and neither have you boys," she said, gazing back into Dean's eyes. Dean smirked and shrugged his shoulders, "You know me. I don't change. Same food. Same drink. Same crappy motels. Same car. And getting out...well...I don't know if you remember what dad used to say. That doesn't usually go well, even if you're not connected. It just doesn't. You get dragged back in, one way or another." "I don't want to believe that blaze of glory crap." Sam chimed in but Dean simply shrugged. "It is what it is. It's always been that way. But if you want to even consider stepping away...you have to have support. Running off ain't gonna work, you know?" He asked, scanning Raven's eyes. He wasn't scolding her as much as he was practically begging her to take the support, even on the outside.

Raven's eyes narrowed as she looked at him, her expression tinged with exasperation. "Yeah, Dean, I get it. You're angry that I left, just like Sam. But I had to try. At least be grateful I'm not dead or worse. And yes, you're still the same old Dean. Let me guess, you're still chasing after a different woman in every new town for a one-night stand? I needed a change, I gave it a shot, and it just didn't work out. And don't even get me started on your father. He was hardly a father at all. Bobby, on the other hand..." She trailed off, shaking her head. "I don't want to get into that now, okay?" With that, she turned away, focusing on packing her bag. Dean shook his head as Raven began to read him down. He realized he had been a bit harsh. He dropped his hand and tilted his head back with the beginning stages of a sarcastic laugh peeking through his serious demeanor. How dare she bring up his sex life right now? "I um..." He started, turning to Sam for backup. Sam simply held his hands up in front of him and shook his head, refusing to get involved. He pressed his lips together and Dean sighed, turning back to Raven. "I'm not...pissed that you left. I'm pissed that you didn't make it out. I'm pissed that you have to come back to Bobby's and I'm pissed that I didn't know any of this was going on until you called."

"Dean. Let her pack. I'm sure Bobby will...want to talk to all of us when we get back."

"Yeah, alright." Dean conceded, sitting down on the foot of the bed and dropping his hands onto his knees. "Do you need any help packing?"

Raven let out a heavy sigh as she listened to Dean, her fingers gripping the table's edges tightly as she closed her eyes. "I didn't want to trouble you boys. I know there are far more pressing matters out there than just me. I can handle myself, mostly. I don't have much to pack, I can manage on my own, but thank you," she said softly. "I'm not looking for a lecture on how I could have handled things differently. I wanted to try to do this on my own, but it seems like I always end up needing you boys. I'm grateful that you're here for me, and I miss you guys so much." Turning towards them, tears welled up in her eyes as she realized that if she didn't make it through this, she might never have the chance to see them again or tell Dean how she truly felt about him.

Once again, Dean was taken off guard and had no idea what to do, when once again she took his words as some sort of attack. He took a deep breath, and it caught in his throat as she turned and there were tears in her eyes. He had no idea what to do. Women crying was an automatic brain reset and someone he cared about crying? Ten times worse.

"Hey um...", he muttered, anxiously rubbing his hands against his jeans as he tried to find the words to say. Instead, he stood up, and closed the gap between them, wrapping his arms tightly around Raven's body. He just held her for a few seconds, saying nothing. And then he pulled back from her, his nose brushing her cheek as he caught her eyes again. "We missed you too." Raven tenderly wraps her arms around him, a solitary tear streaming down her cheek as she gazes into his eyes. She fights to suppress a blush, aware that he has always regarded her as nothing more than a sister. Clearing her throat, she places her hand on his chest, maintaining eye contact as she speaks. "So... um... have you encountered any new phenomena or discovered any new supernatural creatures lately?" she inquires.

Sam awkwardly scratched his head at the tension he could feel between Raven and Dean, even if Dean seemed oblivious. He said nothing and simply pulled out his phone to make sure Bobby hadn't called.

Dean took a deep breath as her hand touched his chest and chewed at his lip but shrugged, "Pretty much the same old crap. Before we left Bobby's, I was helping him with some witch crap out in Montana. You know how I feel about witches." He chuckled, and reached up, tucking the long side of her hair behind her ear. Sam cleared his throat behind Dean and it caused Dean to flinch, and roll his eyes. "Maybe you can help me out with it when we get back, yeah?"

Raven smiled softly and blushed as she looked at him and nodded. "Yeah, sure, I can help. I've been doing a lot of research on witches and I've even been learning some of their practices. Maybe I can use them during our hunting, or just to keep my sanity and ward off negative energies. But who knows if any of that will help," she said, finishing packing and then looking over at the boys. "I'm ready to go whenever you boys are," she added, grabbing her bag and putting it on her shoulder. "That sounds perfect." Dean smiled, his smile reaching his eyes as he turned to Sam, making sure they were all on the same page about leaving as Raven finished packing. He reached out and slipped her bag off her shoulder, throwing it onto his own. "Let's get out of here. Maybe we can grab some food on the way back." "I could eat." Sam chimed in, shrugging as he stood and stretched his long arms above his head. Dean led the way, opening the door and making off with Raven's bag as he walked to the car. "He's really glad to see you..." Sam spoke in a light-hearted teasing voice, leaning in close to Raven as they all left the room. Raven watched with a smile as Sam walked out of the motel room, followed by a giggle that escaped her lips. She closed the door behind her and was greeted by the sight of the black shiny Impala. A big smile spread across her face as she made her way to the car. "Oh Baby, I missed you," she said, running her hand along the sleek surface of the car as she walked towards the rear seat door.

Chapter 3

[littlefallenseraph]

You’ll Be Born, Born Again

Chapter 2: The Aftermath Part Two

Rating: All Audiences for now, but may change in the future  Main pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Weeks after the Hawkins kids crippled Vecna and the rifts to the upside-down were opened, Steve has tried to put the events of that night behind him. Particularly in relation to Eddie. But Eddie is back and now he’s got sharp teeth, dark secrets, and a penchant for human blood.

Ash floated down from the molten sky onto Eddie's cold skin. Lightning and thunder crashed in the distance, and a small swarm of demobats circled his body. He came to, feeling stiff and sore. As he sat up, pain shot through his sides, knocking him back again, and whispers filled his head making it impossible to focus. He tried again, this time standing up before swaying on his feet and falling to his knees. He looked down and saw that his rib cage had been torn to shreds.

Still, Eddie couldn't decide what was more distracting—his injuries or the ravenous hunger that wracked his stomach. God, what does a guy have to do to get some food around here, he thought.

Without thinking, his arm shot out and snatched one of the demobats. His vision focused solely on the creature, and he breathed in its scent. It smelled bitter but with a sweet undertone, like raspberries that weren't quite ripe. But it wouldn't have mattered if it had smelled like cow shit, he sunk his teeth into it in an instant. As the creature's blood flowed, so did his relief; by the time he was done with the first, he had already caught a second.

Several demobats and one clear head later, he could finally stand. This time, however, his sides didn't complain. Looking down, his previously gaping wounds had healed and were now only pink, barely swollen marks on his rib cage. He stumbled, surveying his surroundings.

"Hey, Dustin!" He yelled. "Dustin, where are ya, dude?"

Eddie quickly realized he was alone. Thinking back to the moment he -- died, he thought. Well, can't be dead if you're standing here, Munson. He remembered Dustin running over to him when he was on the ground. He remembered telling Dustin he loved him while he cried and Eddie's vision blurred. He remembered...

A voice echoed in his mind. Kind of you to join me, Edward. I’m glad you enjoyed your snack. They won’t sustain you, but they’ll suffice for now. The voice was rough and deep, like gritty velvet, sending shivers down his spine.

Eddie whipped around, wiping at his mouth and the blood that was still there, "Hello?"

Don't bother looking around, Edward. I'm nowhere near you. You and your friends made sure of that, the voice said.

“Hey, who the hell are you?” Eddie shouted. “And how did you –” he went silent, connecting the dots. “Vecna?”

That’s right, Edward. Your friends couldn’t deal the final blow, but they did weaken me. That’s why you’re here, Edward. You’re going to help me.  

“Like hell I am,” Eddie said. Looking around, he spotted his bike and ran over to it. When he tried to pick it up, he found that necrotic vines had wound around it, anchoring it to the ground.

You can’t run from me. I made you, Edward. You’re mine and you do as I say. The feeling of vines crept up Eddie’s spine, folding themselves into the nerves at the base of his neck.

Eddie was suddenly compelled to walk. Before he gave it permission, his body was moving in the direction of the ruined trailer. He resisted, sitting down and grabbing the nearest vines to keep himself still.

Now, now, Edward. You don’t want to make this hard on yourself. Eddie could hear the sneer in Vecna’s voice. One by one, Eddie’s fingers loosened until he had dropped the vine. He stood and began marching in the direction of the trailer again.

The walk would have been short had Eddie not found a new vine, ruin, or uneven ground to cling to every few feet. Every time Vecna forced him to obey, Eddie felt a little piece of him slipping into Vecna’s control. By the time he arrived at the trailer, he was drenched in sweat and blood and he had almost no control of his body.

“So what’s your plan for me, then?” Eddie challenged as he approached the door. “Since you’ve made me into your puppet? Want me to slaughter everyone in town? Hell, some of them I might even take out willingly. But if you think I’ll go after my friends, you’re crazier than everyone said you were.”

Irritation colored Vecna’s voice. If only you could comprehend my plans. Fear not, Edward, you’ll be exactly where I mean you to be. For now, that’s back in your pathetic little town. Everyone will be so overjoyed at your return, they’ll welcome you right back.

Eddie scoffed, “Hate to break it to you, you vine-faced creep, but I’m not exactly the town hero around there.”

Oh, I think you’ll be surprised at just how welcome you are, Edward.

Eddie made it through the front door and into the living room of the imitation trailer. As he did, he passed a mirror. The real mirror hadn’t hung in the living room since he had accidentally smashed it a couple of years back, but it seemed that this trailer hadn’t caught up quite yet.

What he saw in it was the real shocker. The man staring back at Eddie wasn’t someone he recognized. He was wearing the same clothes, even if they were torn to shreds, but it wasn’t him. This man was gaunt, with heavy dark circles under his eyes and hollow cheeks. His face, hair, and clothes were all smeared with blood.

“I – what happened to me?” Eddie muttered, touching his jaw and watching the mirror man do the same.

You died, Edward. During your and your friends’ failed plan to defeat me, you foolishly ran into a swarm of my bats and they devoured you.

Eddie gaped at his reflection, “Died? But then that would make me…make me a…” he couldn’t finish the thought. He was reminded of himself just a few minutes ago, devouring the blood of those bats without a second thought. When the realization hit him, he gave one final and powerful pull against Vecna’s control and stumbled back into his room. He plastered himself against the wall, shaking his head. “No…no, I can’t…can’t go back. Not like this.”

Come now, Edward. It’s time for you to return home, and give your friends the good news. Eddie felt Vecna’s pull against him again, but this time Eddie was resolute. Very well. I shall leave you here for the time being.

With that, Eddie felt the tendrils of Vecna’s influence recede and he was finally alone.

---

After Vecna left (in the way that a disembodied voice in a person’s mind could leave) Eddie wandered outside to try and catch more bats. There were none to be found. No weird Upside Down creatures at all, actually. He returned to the trailer disappointed and hungry.

Hours or days passed–how many, Eddie wasn’t sure. However long it was, he didn’t seem to need sleep so he tried to fill his time with other things. Like going through his alternate dimension room or plucking away on his guitar, but he mostly sat and tried to ignore the ever-growing hunger slowly consuming him.

The first time he heard voices approaching the trailer, he thought he was losing his mind. He stuck his head out of the door of the trailer and tried to find the source until he realized the sound was coming from behind him. Ducking into the hallway, he listened.

“Steve…” said a woman. Maybe Nancy? And Steve was there, too? Why the hell had they come back here?

Someone, Steve, landed with a thunk on the floor of the trailer and said, “Come on, Rob.” He sounded tired from more than just the climb into the rift. He sounded like…well, he sounded like he had been carrying a whole group of idiot high school kids on his shoulders.

Oh god, Eddie thought. Dustin. The kids. I need to know if they’re okay. He tentatively stepped out from the shadows for a moment. And then he remembered. Remembered what he looked like, what he was now. He also remembered what he wanted now. He could practically smell the blood pumping through Steve’s veins. He silently backed into his room, crouching in the corner where he knew they wouldn’t look.

They left a couple of hours later without whatever it was they were looking for.

---

More time passed. Eddie had 12 little hash marks on his wall, but it was perpetual twilight here in this hell realm, so it could have been longer or shorter and he wouldn’t have known. As his self-imposed imprisonment dragged on, he found himself more frequently lying on his bed staring up at the ceiling. He tried to empty his brain of thoughts with mixed success.

Everyone is probably better off without you there, a voice told him. Like you’d even be welcome back there. Like anyone would take you in.

Rolling off his bed, he walked over to the rift. He’d done it before. Contemplated just jumping through it and returning to his life, letting everyone know he was alive. He quickly squashed those thoughts back down. He wouldn’t let Vecna use him.

He slumped down on the dilapidated couch, allowing the fresh air from through the rift to waft over him. It smelled like home. It sounded like home, too, like metal blasting from his room.

Wait. It actually did sound like metal blasting from his room. He sat up and strained to hear through the rift. He just caught a few lines floating through…

The distant shadows of forgotten champions Those who live in my still And will rise while we challenge and kill Born again

The music flowed through him as he sang along, pantomiming guitar along with it. A moment later, the music stopped abruptly, but something in Eddie had changed.

This was his second chance at life and he was, what, gonna sit here and mope about some whatever-he-was asshole trying to control him? No. No, fuck that. Eddie was gonna go back and live, Vecna be damned.

As soon as night had fallen in Hawkins, he made his way back out to the rift–his guitar over his shoulder. Already, self-doubt had begun to creep back in, devouring his resolve. You sure this is a good idea, Munson? They’re gonna take one look at you and shoot you right there. Or worse, they’ll hand you over to those government agents the kids were talking about. Then what? You’re stuck as a test subject. Is that really any better than here?

“I need to do this,” he said loudly, hoping his would convince him to nut up and jump. “I need to go home.”

Despite his determination, he hadn’t exactly figured out how he was going to get through. He bounced back and forth on his toes and hopped a little. Maybe…

He barely had the thought before he launched himself toward the rift, jumping much higher than he had anticipated, and landed face-first on the ash-covered carpet in the trailer. The real trailer. He stood and brushed himself off, laughing a little.

He’d made it. He didn’t know what he’d expected. Maybe he thought he’d disintegrate as soon as he was through. Or maybe there would be secret agents waiting outside to take him away. Whatever it was, this was nothing like it. The trailer was quiet. The night was quiet. He allowed himself a deep breath.

Before he left, he made a quick stop in his room. Everything had been cleaned out. His tape collection, his Walkman. Everything was gone. How long had he been gone? Thankfully, he managed to scrounge up an old Metallica t-shirt and jeans from under his bed. As he left, he turned and gave his room a nod. Regardless of what happened next, he doubted he would be back here.

---

He found he could see a lot better in the dark now. Perks of being undead, he supposed. Everything was crystal clear even in the black. He was happy for the darkness, though. If anyone saw him walking around like this, even in fresh clothes, cops would be on him in an instant.

So, he crept through the darkness. At first, he wasn’t sure where he was supposed to go. He didn’t want Wayne to see him like this. Even if he did, he wasn’t sure where Wayne was given the state of the trailer. He made his way to Gareth and Jeff’s places but found that neither was home. Well, shit. There was no way the kids�� parents would allow a wanted criminal to crash at their houses. That left the last person he could think of. The last person he’d have dreamed he’d ask for help. Steve fuckin’ Harrington.

The walk to Steve’s house was pretty short from Gareth’s apartment. He only knew where it was because he’d been there once or twice to deal at parties. Good deals, too. Rich kids really didn’t care how much shit cost as long as it got them wasted. God, if Eddie back then could see him now. If Eddie from a month ago could see him now.

He pushed the thought out of his mind as he came up on the Harrington house. He did a quick lap around to make sure everyone was asleep and scope out possible entry points. The only entrance he found was a tree that branched just close enough to one of the upstairs windows. There was even a little eave outside the window he could stand on. Well, get climbing, Munson. To his surprise, he scaled the tree effortlessly. He may as well have been walking down the street.

When he arrived at the top, he peeked inside to get a lay of the room before he busted in. It looked like a typical John Hughes-style teenage boy’s bedroom. Posters of basketball players hung on the walls, there was a baseball bat propped up against the bed, and a box of tapes sat on the desk by the window.

He squinted at the box. Those were his tapes! How the hell did Harrington get a whole box of his tapes? More importantly, why? It’s not like Harrington actually enjoyed any of his music.

Eddie shimmied across the tree branch and managed to get the toes of his boots on the roof outside the window. He could see a little better now with his face so close to the glass. There was someone in the bed. Yet another surprise, he could hear him breathing through the window. He made a mental note to test all his fantastic undead abilities later; maybe even note them down for a future campaign. Yeah right, dude. Like anyone is ever gonna play D&D with you again.  

He also heard another sound. It was muffled, like it was in the bed, buried under several layers of blankets. The unmistakable vocals of Bruce Dickinson wailing his way out the window. Eddie laughed to himself. Guess Harrington was interested in his music, after all.

Eddie managed to hook his fingers under the window pane and forced it open from the outside. He froze for a moment, hoping this hadn’t woken Steve. When Steve didn’t stir, he carefully climbed in the window and landed on the floor of the room. Standing up he took another cautious look around the room.

After determining that they were alone–in fact, he didn’t hear anyone else in the house at all–he turned to the box of his tapes. It looked like all of them. Every single tape that was in his room was here. Did that mean Steve was the one who was playing that song? Steve was the one who made Eddie want to come home. It was Steve who–

He was interrupted by a change in Steve’s breathing. At the same time, Steve launched out of his bed and grabbed the baseball bat. Eddie moved slightly, raising his hands and giving his best I’m-not-here-to-murder-you smile.

Steve cleared his throat and said, “Hey, who the hell are you and what are you doing in my room?”

Eddie laughed. Did he really look that bad, that Steve didn’t recognize him? “Now now, Steve. You can't fault a man for looking through his own tape collection, can you?”

Realization dawned on Steve’s face and the bat fell half an inch. “E–Eddie?”

[junipernight]

First Impressions/Foreign Tongue

Chapter 5: Worst Foreign Language Film

Summary: The Titans watch a movie.

Backing down wasn’t an option. 

Raven stared hard at the metal door. It would be better if she walked through it of her own volition, rather than wait for someone to fetch her. But then again, there was always the chance they’d leave her alone. Decisions, decisions.

The clock chimed 7:00. Raven fidgeted. Read a few more pages. Drummed her fingers. 

7:05. She sighed.

Reluctantly, she shelved her book and set off for movie night.

Everyone else was already in the common room:

“Hola!”

“Sup, dude?”

“Glorious, you are partaking in the team bonding with us!”

“Popcorn’s almost ready.”

Raven raised her hand in wordless greeting, and made her way to the couch. There was a DVD case on the table.

“Spider-Man, ” she read. “.... didn’t the Wicked Scary live action remake just come out?”

There was a beat of silence, and then a sudden chorus of unusually polite excuse-making from her friends—“live action remakes are lame” “the critical response was considerably higher for this movie” “I’m not really in the mood for horror” “Heh, what’s Wicked Scary?” — and Raven nearly smiled.

Still, “A kids movie?” she pressed.

“Well yeah, we’re watching it in the original Spanish, gotta keep it basic,” Cyborg said.

“Wait, we’re watching it in Spanish?” asked Beast Boy.

“Don’t worry, grass stain, I’ll put on subtitles.”

“Duuuude, everyone knows the dub is better!”

Raven sat down next to Starfire, and, as expected, Starfire immediately wrapped her arm around Raven’s shoulders and pulled her close. Starfire was just a naturally touchy-feely person like that, and Raven had come to accept it.

(Only from Starfire though. No one else was allowed to touch her.)

“Why we gotta watch it in Spanish though?”

“Because we’re practicing!”

“Popcorn’s ready!” Robin said loudly, interrupting. He plonked the bowl of delicious buttery-but-not-actually-buttered-because-it-was-vegan popped corn down on the table.

With a few last grumbles from Beast Boy, Cyborg started the movie.

Pedro Parra was just your normal average teenager. No superpowers, no kickass kung-fu knowledge (unless you counted babysitting small children; keeping cartoon babies out of construction sites was a herculean task), and no vast fortune. That seemed to be a common enough origin for real life superheroes, not that Raven could relate. Everything changed for Pedro when he was bit by a glowing spider on a field trip to a high tech science lab. In a feverish transformation scene, Pedro suddenly gained “poderes de araña” like wall-crawling and web-shooting and perfect eyesight. He still wasn’t a superhero though, just a teen with spider powers. On the metro, his hands accidentally got stuck in an old woman’s knitting. With a stern look and an ominous warning, the old woman pulled out a gigantic pair of scissors and cut him free.

Sometime during the lab scene, Starfire had grabbed Raven’s hand and started using it as a fidget toy. Raven missed what happened next, too distracted by the large warm hands flipping her cooler, smaller one back and forth. When she tuned back into the movie, Tío Ben was dead. There was a sad graveyard scene in the rain, and Pedro resolved to use his powers to fight crime. 

Raven was definitely learning new words— araña, radiactivo , con gran poder conlleva una gran responsabilidad, tejer —though she wasn’t sure how useful they’d be.

The movie went on. An intern at the science lab had put two and two together and decided to try replicating Spider Man by allowing himself to be bitten by a giant glowing spider. There was another feverish transformation scene, but this one was different; something was sprouting from the young scientists head, legs, long hairy leg after long hairy leg sprouting from the man’s scalp until his human head was fully replaced by the body of a spider -

“Pause the movie!” Robin shouted.

Beast Boy was the first one to say it: “Is that…. Fang?”

“Do you know any other spider-headed people?” Raven asked rhetorically.

“I’m checking his case file,” Robin said, leaving the room.

Beast Boy bounced up from the couch and declared that he was going to pop some more popcorn, leaving Starfire, Raven, and Cyborg in the common room.

“Que te crees?” Cyborg asked. 

It’d been a few months since Cyborg, Starfire, and Raven had started learning español , and while none of them was fluent, they often spoke to each other in an amalgam of English, Spanish, and Latin.

“Crees…” Starfire began.

“Creo.”

“Creo que… la película es muy divertida?”

Raven and Cyborg gave her a thumbs up.

“Y me gusta…. hanging out con amigos!”

“Of course you do,” Raven said, poking Star in the cheek.

Cyborg raised his eyebrow archly, a gesture that usually preceded teasing, so Raven quickly barreled ahead with “Definitivamente aprendimos la palabra ‘araña.’ Va a ser muy útil con Chico Bestia y sus pranks.”

“For sure. ¿Te parece la mujer vieja extraña?”

“Si, muy extraña.”

“I do not understand why the little kids Pedro was tending did not heed his warnings,” Starfire said abruptly, abandoning Spanish-practice for the time being.

"They’re just kids,” Cyborg explained. “They don’t really understand a lot.”

“They do not?”

“No.”

Starfire hummed as she considered this. “...On my planet, we learn language directly from our parents. Tamaranean parents give their children the kiss of language shortly after they are born.”

Beast Boy came back with a fresh bowl  of popcorn. “Sup dudes, what’d I miss?”

“Starfire says Tamaraneans learn to speak as babies!” Cyborg said.

“You could speak as a baby!?” Beast Boy demanded. “Like, full sentences and stuff?”

“No, of course not,” Starfire denied. “It is hard for the little ones to move their tongues, but at least Tamaranean young can understand what is going on around them. It takes most Tamaranean children at least three rotations around our star and many kisses to speak the language completely and  correctly.”

“Huh.”

Robin finally returned with a thick manila folder.

“Well?” Raven asked.

“Fang is out on parole for good behavior,” Robin reported. Unexpectedly, he grinned. “Kitten is still being held at the same prison he was in, so I guess he had plenty of motivation to get out of there.”

They started the movie back up. Starfire’s fingers threaded their way through Raven’s hair; it felt nice.

Fang’s character attacked the city for unclear reasons, and Pedro Parra had to leave in the middle of a babysitting gig. In the street, spiders were swarming. They were coming out of everywhere; the metro, the presidential palace, the monumento el beso. Spiderman couldn’t do anything to stem the tide, so he ran around trying very hard not to squish any of them. 

He found Fang on the metal scaffolding of a half-built skyscraper. They fought, and Spiderman was losing, when he saw that the little boy he was babysitting, Bebo, had climbed on the skyscraper too. Bebo shot Fang in the eyes with a nerf gun, and that was all the distraction Spiderman needed to trap Fang in his web.

With Fang defeated, the old lady from the train came out of the shadows, and revealed herself to be a goddess ( diosa ) and with a word from her, all her spidey friends took Fang away and disappeared again, and the movie ended.

“... dude.”

“Well that was unexpectedly disturbing,” said Robin.

“You’re not gonna overrun the tower with a shadowy swarm of spiders in the middle of the night, right Rae?” said Cyborg.

No response. Starfire lifted her head off of Raven’s shoulder in order to gauge her expression.

Cyborg laughed nervously. “... Right Rae?”

Raven smiled.

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Author's Note

Hi! Sorry it’s been so long. Fun fact, this chapter was actually originally part of chapter three, but then I procrastinated on it so hard I came up with ideas for 2 more chapters (Chapter 4, and Chapter 6, coming soon to a screen near you). The thing that made it hard to write was definitely the movie, but I still wanted to include it because storytelling is a big part of how I personally learn languages (shoutout to Ultimate Spiderman (transmitido en español en SAP) and the fandubbed podcast Bienvenidos a Nightvale) and this fic is a loveletter to languages as well as kissy fluffy times jajaja.

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[shaelashaela]

Before You Were Born, ch. 1

[reading time] 6 mins.

A cascade of raindrops pattered lightly on the panes of my apartment windows, filling my ears with a comforting tune, like fingers drumming softly on a wooden table. The sun had set hours ago, and now I was bathed only in the mild orange flicker of the hearth. This was comfort to me—a place well known, a mood often felt, and I revelled in it. I poured a fresh cup of tea and was ready to sit by the window sill, a book of old rituals in hand. This moment I had anticipated all day long, the leather-bound tome practically burning in my grasp on the way home as I eagerly awaited a chance to dive into its pages.

My bottom had barely touched the cushion when a quick rap struck my door. I groaned a bit under my breath and set my book and tea on the table. Visitors were rare for me, especially at this hour. Cautiously I peered with one eye through the peephole out into the hallway. It was a young woman with wavy raven hair and rectangular glasses. She wore a long coat and carried an umbrella to ward off the rain.

I knew her, so I let out a breath of relief and opened the door. “Rayna?”

She smiled her usual toothy grin, a bold and unapologetic expression. “Sylvie! Sorry to bother you. I wanted to talk to you about the book you bought this afternoon. Erm… can I come in?”

I backed away from the doorway. “Oh, sorry, yes. I suppose.”

We walked further into my apartment, and I resumed my seat by the window. Rayna followed me a ways and stopped by the fireplace, fidgeting with her gloved hands. The whole situation made me uncomfortable; she had come by my home a few times in the past, but always on my invitation. I thought for a brief moment to offer her some tea, but this felt different, and hospitality escaped me. She was anxious, and it caused my own anxiety to rise up in my chest and clutch my heart.

Reflexively, I picked up the book she’d sold me earlier in the day and ran my fingertips across the smooth, leathery cover, just to have something to occupy my thoughts. The silence in the room was drowning me, though. Why was she hesitating?

I finally managed to squeak out a question. “So… that thing you wanted to tell me?”

Rayna jumped and turned from staring at the fire, as if she’d forgotten I was in the same room with her. “Oh! Sorry, yes. It’s about the book. I said that, right?”

I looked down at the tome in question and recited its title in practiced Italian. “La Conservazione della Terra Nera. An eighteenth century treatise on alchemy. A rare original printing, in fact.” Shifting into an academic mindset helped ever so slightly to put my unease to rest.

She nodded. “Yes, well… it’s about the book, but not really about the book.”

I sighed audibly. “Just tell me already. You’re freaking me out!” I winced inwardly—my parents were always chiding me for picking up human slang and not speaking properly.

Rayna swallowed. “Well, it is rare. Which is why I was concerned when just a few hours after you bought it, someone else showed up asking about the very same book. It was one of those finds I didn’t tell anyone else about. I just knew you would want it so I texted you the moment it came into the shop. It was a little bit eerie that this guy came asking about it.”

I could feel myself shaking, but I wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was just my friend’s mood affecting my own. I didn’t want to ask, but I had to. “It wasn’t one of your regular customers?”

She shook her head. “No, I’d never seen him before. Tall guy. Wore a nice suit, clean shaven. Definitely looked like the kind of collector with money. When I told him I had just sold it, he suddenly became very interested in who I sold it to.”

I leapt to my feet, almost shouting. “You didn’t tell him did you?”

Rayna shrunk away from me, no doubt because she’d never seen such an outburst from me. “Of course not! I wouldn’t tell some random dude about one of my customers!”

My chest was heaving as I tried to catch my breath. Just the thought of this stranger knocking on my door and demanding information from me—or worse—made me feel like I wanted to throw up. Something in the back of my mind told me there was no way this was a coincidence. There were several books I had purchased over the years that could become an unfortunate case of a customer arriving just after I did. But this particular book, this particular unabridged edition, only about fifty of them still remained. It was too narrow a group of interested collectors for this to be happenstance.

Rap, tap tap! The both of us nearly leapt out of our skins, interrupting my train of thought. We looked towards the door in unison, unable to draw nearer or even take a breath.

A familiar voice called out from the other side of the door. “Ms. Shaestari! I heard shouting. You okay in there?”

I let out the breath I was holding, and my shoulders slumped with relief. “It’s just my neighbour.”

Rayna took my cue and also relaxed. I looked down at my right hand, realizing I had subconsciously started to concentrate power in it, ready to defend myself. Then I cursed softly under my breath because was I also still holding the book in that hand, and my fingers left tiny scorch marks on the cover.

I set it down and jogged over to my front door before my neighbour could become more insistent. I faltered a bit on the doorknob, but after a few seconds of grasping wildly, I opened the door just wide enough so that we could see each other.

“James! Thanks… everything is fine! I was just… excited.” I hoped my excuse sounded convincing.

He scratched the dark stubble on his face thoughtfully. It bothered me how his eyes were always fixated on my chest; I could never tell if it was his lack of tact or just that his height coincidentally put him at exactly the right level.

“You sure?” he asked. His face was shaped more by mild curiosity than genuine concern.

I nodded and stretched the corners of my mouth in a forced smile.

“There a guy in there with you?”

Now he was just being rude. It was difficult to keep my composure as I sputtered an indignant, “No.”

“Well, if there’s any trouble you know I’m just right next door—”

His mouth continued to flap, but my attention was drawn away. Past him, further down the hallway, my eyes fixed on another person. He—was it a he? I couldn’t tell for certain—stood at the far end of the hall, a black trench coat and brimmed hat covering his features. He was soaked from the rain, water pooling all around his feet. Half the lights in the hallway were burnt out, so I couldn’t make out his face at all.

I froze. Was it the man that Rayna had spoken to at the shop? Had he followed her all the way here? I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t even breathe. My heart pounded, and I felt dizzy.

James finally stopped running his mouth and followed my gaze, but in that instant I blinked, and the shadowy figure disappeared. There wasn’t even any water left behind.

James scratched the side of his face again, then turned back to me. “What you lookin’ at?”

I shook myself free of my paralysis. “Uh, nothing… I thought I saw a stray.”

His mood turned to palpable annoyance. “Not those cats again! That old lady in 1D keeps feedin’ ‘em.”

I nodded and started to close the door. “Good night, James.”

Thankfully, he took the hint and started to back away. “Hey, just lookin’ out for you. A pretty elf like you? You gotta be careful in this city.”

My lips curled in a weak smile, more genuine this time. James was a busybody, but he wasn’t a bad guy. Though I was fairly certain he was the one with the fetish for elves that I needed to watch out for. I gently pushed the door shut and went back to the hearth where Rayna waited.

She arched one eyebrow in that peculiarly elegant manner of hers, clearly more relaxed now. “What the hell was that all about?”

I dismissed the question with a wave of my hand. “Don’t ask. But…”

“What?”

“I thought I saw someone out in the hall. It was strange. He was just standing, watching. Then I blinked, and he was gone. Maybe just my fears playing tricks on me.”

Her eyes widened a bit and her voice cracked. “It wasn’t…”

I picked up on what she was trying to ask. “I don’t know. I don’t want to think about it. If he comes by your shop again, though, let me know. I feel like I should keep tabs on him, just in case.”

My friend nodded solemnly. “Will do. I guess I’ll go home now. Sorry for stirring up trouble.”

I gave her a smile, a slight expression for me compared to her usual full mouth grin, but it was honest. “No, thank you for telling me. I’m actually glad you came by. If what I just saw happened while I was alone… I… I don’t know. But thanks.” I pulled my mobile out of my pullover pocket. “Want me to get you a ride?”

She beamed at me. “No way I’m walking home after all that. But you know that’s not necessary.”

I laughed softly and walked over to open the window, just wide enough to accommodate but careful not to let too much rain in. She removed the glove from her right hand, snapped her fingers, and in a haze of fluid reality, her silhouette shifted from that of a human to a crow. The small bird flapped her wings and alighted on my window sill, giving a friendly caw goodbye before disappearing into the night.

[If you made it to the end here, thank you! I hope you enjoy the start to what will be a series of posts continuing the story of Sylvie and Rayna. Stay tuned!]

[holdmytesseract]

A Painful Experience 》 The Baby Fever AU

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Request: "I know that requests are closed for now, but consider Loki trying one of those period/labour cramp simulators… 🫶" - Requested by a nonny. 😁

Summary: Loki tries a labour pain simulator.

Warnings: fluff, fake labour pain/pain, bit of angst?

Word Count: 1,1k

a/n: I couldn't help myself - again... I hope you like it, nonny! 😊

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"What are you doing here? And what are all those... things?" Loki asked, as he walked into one of Tony's big workshops with Ella on his arm. The little girl was dressed in a cute emerald green dress, with two fitting emerald green ribbons in her tiny raven curls. He had been on search for his wife - and found her here. She stood around a lot of boxes, devices and... machines, together with Natasha and Pepper. The three women turned to face him, as soon as his voice urged to their ears. Y/N had a smile on her face. "Hey, babe." She ran to meet him on his way for a lingering kiss, "Hey, princess." and tickled gently Ella's belly, causing her to giggle. "Mama!" Y/N smiled an even brighter smile and kissed her daughter's chubby cheek.

"Hello, darling." "Everything okay?" Loki nodded. "Yes. We just wanted to visit you, right princess?" He bounced Ella gently up and down on his arm, making her giggle even more. "Dada!" This word leaving the small girl's mouth, conjured a proud smile on the God's lips. He was a dad... Ella's dad. He often needed to remind himself, that this wasn't just a dream… It was real. Y/N was real. Ella was real – and so were their life as a little family. "I appreciate the visit." Y/N said, winking, before she pulled Loki in another kiss. "So, what's all this? Scrap?" He gestured towards the pile of boxes, devices and machines. The woman shook her head. "No. It's technical stuff. Tony got it from a dude, who doesn't need it anymore." Loki raised an eyebrow. "And what kind of technical stuff?" Y/N shrugged her shoulders. "Very different things... From old mobiles, over medical stuff, to car parts. Crazy things..." She listed. "We even found a labour cramp simulator thingy - I don't know the correct term, but this thing is so far the craziest we found!" Pepper called from behind, after overhearing the couple's conversation. "Oh, yeah, Pepper's right." Y/N agreed, smiling back at her friend. "Want to try it, Laufeyson?" Natasha suddenly prompted, smirking. "Great idea Nat! Try it, babe!" The God blinked. "Me? Why should I try this?" "Because you're a man!" Pepper shouted, giggling. "I'll make Tony try it, too!" Y/N laughed at Pepper's words, then turned to face her husband again and shrugged her shoulders. "Just do it for... fun?" Loki huffed and rolled his eyes. "Fun..." "Then do it to test your godly and manly pain threshold... Or are you afraid?" She teased him playfully. Loki snorted out a breath. "Me and afraid? Certainly not, darling. Show me this... simulator." "Over there." The girls led the God over to the labour cramp simulator, they had already unboxed and tested. "This thing?" All three nodded. "You've got to sit down on the chair and we will hook you to the device." "Alright. Do it." He handed Ella over to her mother and sat down on the chair. "And now?" "You need to lift your t-shirt, Lokes." The God shrugged his shoulder, "Fine." and pulled the black fabric off his upper body, leaving himself shirtless. "Now, we are going to hook you to the machine." Pepper explained, while planting the electrodes (a/n: I hope this is the correct word to describe those thingys.) on his stomach and lower abdomen. "You still want to try it?" Y/N asked her husband, but Loki was completely sure of it. "Yes." "Alright." Pepper said, before turning on the device in her hand, which was connected to the electrodes. "We'll start slow. There you go."

The first three levels didn't bother Loki very much. There was no reaction besides a small hiss or the short clenching of his jaw. But then, Pepper turned on the fourth level - what caused a rather loud groan to leave Loki's lips. Y/N bit her lip, didn't know if she should giggle or feel sorry for her God. Nat and Pepper on the other hand, had a grin on their lips. "Does it hurt, Loki?" Pepper asked, while switching into level five. "A bit, yes." He hissed and clenched his hands into fists. On level six, he started to sweat; a thin layer coating his defined pecs and abs. On level seven, his breathing was audibly uneven. On level eight, suffering screams left his lips. "Norns..." Loki panted, squeezing his eyes shut. "This is... excruciating!" He made to choke out, before the muscles in his arms twitched and another painful whine escaped his mouth. It caught the attention of the baby in Y/N's arms. Ella looked from her mother to her father and back with big blue eyes. "Dada!" The little girl screamed, followed by a heart-breaking sob leaving her small pouty lips. Tears started to pool in her oceanic blues. Seemingly, she had sensed that her father must be in pain... What was kind of super cute? Y/N immediately noticed this and tried to reassure her. "Aww baby, noo... Don't cry! Daddy's okay, I promise." But it was no help. "Dada!" She screamed again, little arms desperately reaching for Loki. "I-I think, ugh... My daughter chose to rescue m-me, so... Would you please let me, oof... g-go, ladies? I-I think I got v-very close to my pain t-threshold." The three women looked at each other and agreed, of course, immediately to accomplish the God's request. Pepper stopped the simulator and unhooked him again, removing all the electrodes. "Hel... That was... Quite the experience, to say the least." Loki said, while he slipped his t-shirt back on. Then he went immediately to Ella, "Hey, shhh, princess." and took the now crying girl in his arms. "Daddy's alright, baby." He peppered her cheeks with small, soft kisses and held her close against his body. "Are you okay, babe?" The God nodded. "Yes, but... Darling... How in all the nine realms did you make it to go through this for several hours?" Y/N just shrugged her shoulders, smiling. "The willingness to bring our baby into this world, I guess. To finally be able to hold the creation of our love in my arms." Loki just shook his head in astonishment. "That is amazing, my love. You are the strongest and bravest woman I know. I am so proud of you for going through so much pain for Ella. You have my full respect. I love you." Y/N giggled, brushed a loose strand of raven black hair out of the God's face. "Thank you, my love. I appreciate this very much. I love you, too."

[uwusenpaiuwu]

Sleepovers At The Baji Household feat. A Fed-Up Chifuyu

Summary: Chifuyu just wants to sleep, man, but Baji wants to be a jealous crackhead at 2 AM.

Pairing: Sano Manjiro | Mikey x Male Reader

Note(s): I had a little free time and wrote this. So, please enjoy! ALSO, to the anon that sent me a request a few days ago, I saw it and have it filed on my to-do list!!! I will definitely get to it as soon as I get a break in my schedule :)

"Chifuyu, ya wanna see some real discrimination?"

No. No, Chifuyu does not want to see what Baji means by 'real discrimination.'

Does he tell him that, though?

Yes, actually, because it's 2 in the fucking morning and, as much as he respects the other boy, he wouldn't put it past himself to smother him with a pillow after having his dream of cuddling with a sea of puppies suddenly destroyed.

Unfortunately for his sanity, Baji either doesn't hear him or, more likely than not, doesn't give a fuck, because he's already flopping onto his belly and whipping out his phone to do God knows what.

The dial tone that sounds from the speaker a few seconds later makes Chifuyu cringe, especially since it's only ever been a calm silence fit for a good night's sleep prior to Baji bulldozing through it with his absurd question. (At the very least, he's thankful that the latter has half a mind to keep the brightness on the lowest setting, otherwise, Chifuyu would have had to fight.)

On the far end of the row of carefully-laid futons, you shift in your sleep, eyebrows furrowing together at the noise. Rotating onto your side, you unconsciously reach for Baji, and just when he thinks you're being cute and trying to cuddle him, you smack him in the head.

Baji doesn't flinch, instead, takes his pillow and shoves it in your grasp to keep your unconscious self occupied, so that he can focus on getting through to the person who reuses to pick up (understandably so).

Releasing a frustrated groan after being redirected to voice mail for the fifth time, he dials the number again, muttering an impatient, "Pick up already."

Chifuyu feels sorry for the poor soul on the other end. He would've blocked someone following the first call, because again, it's-

The blond has to squint his eyes up at the digital clock on Baji's nightstand, which confirms that it's already 2:22 A.M, further solidifying the fact that he shouldn't be awake right now. And this also applies to the ever persistent first division captain, who insists on bothering who Chifuyu soon discovers is Mikey from the contact ID that flashes across the screen.

Why Baji is so keen on bothering him is a question he doesn't have the mental capacity to ponder over. The most energy he'll expend is to listen in when the call miraculously connects.

"What...?" comes a muffled voice from the receiver, tone laced in an irked grogginess birthed from a slumber rudely interrupted.

There's an absurdly loud, almost angry, roar of Mikey's name, one that has Chifuyu curling in on himself in a futile attempt to escape a sound that should be illegal at this hour.

But you know what else should be illegal?

The fucking whiplash Chifuyu gets when Baji's deep voice takes an abrupt 180°, switching from its normal gruffness to a squeaky, ear-piercing shrill as he screams, "I love you, love you, love you! Do you love me, too, Mikey-kyun~♡?!"

The room is dead silent.

Not a word. Not a murmur. Not a breath.

Just pure, unadulterated silence as both Chifuyu and Mikey process the words that hang in the air, permeating it with a goosebumps-inducing eeriness from having heard such a...a girly, overtly cutesy screech from Baji.

Then-

"What the fuck? He hung on me!"

Chifuyu opens his mouth, thinks better of reacting to the cursed scene he had the misfortune of bearing witness to, and promptly closes it.

Other people may have sleep paralysis demons.

But Chifuyu?

Chifuyu has Baji.

With both hands partially raised in prayer, he begs for the shenanigans to be over and done with.

They are not.

While his eyes remain closed in a last ditch effort to convince himself that it's all a bad dream, he hears a lot of grumbling happening on your side of the room, courtesy of Baji, who's scrambling around in search of...something. One quick peek reveals him fiddling with a phone - yours, to be exact, as evidenced by the distinctive phone charm of your favorite anime character hanging from it.

"(Y/n), wake up for a second," he hears him whisper. It takes a bit of prompting, until he's able to successfully rouse you enough from sleep to elicit any kind of response, which is, essentially, nothing short of an incoherent, slurred mess. Although, Chifuyu is pretty damn certain he heard you call Baji a 'dickhead' for the trouble.

Unperturbed, he continues shaking your limp form, coaxing you into wakefulness with, "Repeat what I tell you, and I'll let you go back to asleep. Deal?"

You squint your eyes at him, only able to make out a vague outline of his visage in the lightless room. "Promise?"

"Cross my heart, hope to die," he automatically responds with the same phrase he's become accustomed to saying whenever you two made a promise, something done purely out of habit, formed when the two of you were just kids and he wanted to get you to do something absolutely ridiculous either for him or with him. And just 'cause he knows you're more susceptible to complying if he does it, he also interlocks his pinky with yours.

"...Fine."

The approval is his cue to proceed, and it's as he's putting the phone on speaker that he turns back to a regretfully wide awake Chifuyu, mouthing a wordless, 'Watch.'

The phone rings, loud and clear, precisely once and only once.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?" It's important to note that even though Mikey still sounds tired as hell, his tone is much lighter, much happier really, than when it was Baji, which is an offense in itself to the said teen that's off to the side, attentively listening to the conversation unfold.

Then, it strikes Chifuyu, what Baji is trying to do, and fuck does it give him an instant headache.

Meanwhile, your mouth morphs into the dopiest of smiles with the pleasant surprise of hearing your boyfriend's voice, chest instantly overtaken by a warm fuzziness that never fails to make an appearance whenever he's involved. Sappy, you know, but it's true!

A light but firm nudge to your shoulder reminds you of your mission. It's too bad that, teetering along the edge of sleep as you are, the words Baji whispers are barely repeated correctly.

The initial phrase from before, the one Baji greeted Mikey with, is shortened to a simple, "You wuv I...?"

But, without missing a beat, you receive Mikey's confident reply of, "Mhm... I wuv you a lot."

There's a sleepy giggle then - a fucking giggle - before your voices drop to sweet whispers that the third and fourth wheels can't fully comprehend from where they are.

"Where the fuck was my 'I wuv you,' huh?!" Baji whisper-shouts, considerate of your conversation even when ranting and raving. "Shit, I would've taken a simple 'I love you,' too! I've known that bastard way longer than (Y/n), and this is what I get?!"

Okay. Toman's president answers his boyfriend's late night calls faster than he does anyone else's and openly expresses his love for him. So what? Chifuyu wouldn't exactly call it 'discrimination,' per se. 'Favoritism,' maybe if you wanna stretch it, but using as strong a word as discrimination, especially taking into account you two are dating; it's normal? Nah.

"You wanna say 'bye' to them? Mm. Baji and Chifuyu." A pause. "Fuyu, Mikey says 'bye.'"

"Bye, Mikey-kun."

The other person in the room waits, and waits, and waits, and when it's clear that there is no intention to address his presence whatsoever, Baji turns to Chifuyu with an almost scandalized expression, making wild gesticulations with his hands, clearly distressed. "See?!"

Blank blue eyes stare back at him, unblinking. Honestly, it's a common occurrence - Baji spiraling in a nonsensical rage - so it's easy for Chifuyu to block out the muted, jealousy-driven temper tantrum as he takes his pillow in both hands, raises it as high as he can, and-

Sigh.

-lets it flop right back onto his face.

He can't suffocate Baji. Shouldn't. Wouldn't. Couldn't. After all, they're best buds, meaning he has an obligation to put up with shit like this once in a while. (Plus, he'd probably get his ass kicked before he succeeds anyway. Totally not worth the beating.)

"Did you hear? Mikey said he wuvs me," he hears you drawl dreamily as soon as you hang up, sounding very close to clocking back out for the night.

"Yeah, yeah. Cute shit. Happy for ya, dude," Baji huffs. Thankfully, he sounds like he's in a similar state to yours, if the yawn that follows his sarcastic comment is anything to go by.

"...He soooo ignored you."

That warrants a punishing punch to the arm, dulled only slightly by the combination of the thick quilt you're swaddled in and the raven-haired boy's fatigue.

"I'll fucking throw you out right now, (Y/n). Don't test me."

"You won't."

"I will."

"Won't."

"Will."

The conversation gradually dies down shortly after, the exhaustion that took its sweet time getting to both of you having reached its peak with the help of the childish bickering. It takes 10 minutes, maybe 15, before two sets of light snores fill the room.

Finally.

Let it be known that there is a lesson to be learned from tonight's events. Really, there is. Y'know, something along the lines of 'Don't agree to a sleepover with Baji, if you plan on actually sleeping,' or whatever.

Alas, Chifuyu's consciousness fades before he realizes what it is.

~~~

"Mikey, be honest. Who do you love more? Me or-?"

"(Y/n)."

"But-"

(Y/n)."

"I-"

"(Y/n)."

Baji is only momentarily discouraged, sharp eyes glaring at the blond that lays his head on your lap after hi-fiving you. He didn't want to do this, but he's left with no choice.

"(Y/n) or Babu?"

From the way Mikey stiffens up, refusing to look at either him or you in the eyes, Baji knows he has him right where he wants him, has him torn between a cute face or a sweet ride.

"Oi! Don't pretend to be asleep! Answer the damn question! OI!"

(After hours of serious contemplation - even though you told him it doesn't particularly matter - it's revealed that, of course, Mikey loves you more. Babu just happens to trail behind as a very close second.)

[howlingday]

ruby rose is a bird faunas. specifically her trait is that she mates for life and also likes to build nests but that might just be a human instinct too. all in all she looks pretty normal.

no the only way people know she might not be human is in how she acts around her boyfriend jaune

ruby: "JAUNE! LEMME SMASH! LEMME SMASH PLEASE!" **holds up yang** "I GOT YOU YELLOW! DO YOU LIKE YELLOW?" **TOSSES YANG AWAY** "he doesn't like yellow" **holds up weiss** "I GOT YOU WHITE! SWIGGITY SWOOTY?"

how does ruby's daily life change with bird instincts? (bonus points if yang inherited bird instincts from raven so this all seemed normal to them growing up)

Ruby Rose was like any other girl she knew. She played video games, read comic books, loved romantic sub-plots, and craved sweets. Her only comparison on what other girls liked was her sister Yang, who liked fighting, and the other girls at school, who didn't really talk to her. Mostly because when Ruby talked, it led to her talking about weapons. It was in this where she truly differed from other girls.

That, and her light brown, bundled-feather tail with red tips. They were long, reaching up to between her shoulder-blades, or down to her knees, and barely covering her butt. When she was happy, she would bob her head with excitement, and her tail would bob with her. And right now, she was very happy because she was with her best friend, Jaune.

Jaune Arc was a lot of things to Ruby. As said before, he was her best friend. He read comic books, enjoyed sweets, and played video games like her! He was also a fellow team leader, so they often relied on one another for advice in matters of leadership.

But she soon realized how important he was to her. The other night, in her dream, she was building a nest out of sticks and straw. She didn't question it. She just laid on top and relaxed. Then Jaune showed up, and he laid down next to her. She felt so warm and comfortable with him, that she reached up and kissed his lip. She woke up immediately after, heart pounding and breath quickly moving in and out of her lungs. At that time, she only had one thought on her mind.

'Lemme smash.'

---------------------------------------------------

Jaune had his fair share of weird days. But today was definitely the weirdest. His first friend at Beacon approached him, her tail feathers twitching excitedly, and darted around him at random. Even weirder was her request- or rather, her demands.

"Lemme smash!" Ruby shouted. "Please!"

"What?" Jaune blinked. Did he hear her right? "Uh, I think Yang might be up for a spar."

"You want some fuck?" Ruby twitched her head, gluing her eyes to his.

"Uh, I, um-!" Ruby cornered Jaune to the wall, her silver eyes holding him in place. Nobody was ever this forward with him before. He looked around for a way out. "No, no thank you. I don't want some fu-"

"I got you blue!" In a blink Ruby disappeared and reappeared in another with Neptune held over her head. She tossed the older boy aside and turned around, exposing her tail. "You want some tail?" With a vocal, "Flick!" Ruby twitched her tail, lifting her skirt and exposing her stretched leggings and what he could vaguely see as bright red panties. Jaune averted his eyes, cautiously moving away from the girl facing away. He glanced at her, and she shook her behind a little. "Swiggity swooty?" She zoomed away again, leaving Jaune alone with Neptune.

"Dude, what is going on?" Neptune asked.

"I don't know!" Jaune answered. "She's acting completely different! I... I gotta find somebody. Yang, Weiss, maybe even Blake! I gotta go!" Jaune bolted away from the scene, looking for someone with answers.

He stopped and hid behind a corner. He suddenly realized his sword and sheath were clanking against his pants. He set it on the ground and kicked it away. He'd come back for it later.

"You want yellow?!" Ruby shouted as she returned, dragging Sun along the ground. She dropped him, looking around in a panic, then downcast with a sad look. "He doesn't want yellow." She looked at Sun and Neptune. "Blue and yellow?"

"Ruby, he left." Neptune said.

"What?" Ruby darted herself around in multiple directions. "No! Jaune! Lemme smash!" She fell to her knees. "What has my life come to? I thought Jaune would let me smash, but my tail is too small. He would rather smash Weiss, but Weiss is a ho."

"Hey!" Neptune chided.

Ruby grabbed Sun and Neptune, throwing them both in Jaune's direction. He hid behind the corner, heart beating in his chest. The two Vacuo students flew far across the hall, revealing Ruby's terrifying strength.

"Fuck these things!" She shouted. "Fuck Weiss! I need you, Jaune! Jaune, lemme smash!" She rushed in Jaune's direction, and he covered his mouth as he saw her. Thankfully, her attention was entirely fixed on Jaune's sword. "I'll get him a stick! Jaune loves sticks!" She picked up the sword, tugging away at the sheath. "Wrong stick!" She chanted "Stick!" over and over until the sheath fell away, leaving her to hold his sword high in the air. "Need stick! Got stick! JAUNE, LEMME SMASH!"

Jaune watched as Ruby disappeared in the blink of an eye again, leaving him fearing for his life. Ruby had become such a force of nature. She hurled two boys larger than herself like they were nothing, and moved faster than the wind itself. She showed him a lot of affection, more than he ever recieved in his life in just the past five minutes. It was at this revelation he realized that, as terrifying as she was, he was never in any danger. She genuinely loved him.

"Ruby," Jaune ran after her, "Ruby! Lemme smash!"

[raineydays411]

My fathers daughter

prologue

Tony Stark x daughter! reader

Summary: By all definitions you were a daddy’s girl. It’s been you and him since your mom left you both. But what happens when your both forced to face your past?

a/n: y’all know i can’t resist a good crossover

If there had to be a face for daddys girl, you’d be the poster child. 

Ever since you came into Tony’s life, you and him have been attached by the hip.

You were with him through everything.

When he became Iron Man, when he joined the avengers, and even during civil war. Even though it hurt you to see your family be torn apart, you could never betray your father. Then again, you have to admit that you were happy that the avengers compromised and were able to get back together. Earning you a new family member in Bucky. You were happy. Happy with the life you have with your dad and avengers. 

Which is why your mother suddenly reappearing and demanding to be in your life kinda of peeved you off. 

Let’s start from the beginning. 

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It started off with a gala. 

Some bougie charity event that rich assholes attend to donate large sums of money, not out of kindness, but only to show just how rich they are. You hated these types of events.  You hated the fake smiles and false interest in your life. All they wanted was to get close to your dad. They even try to set you up with their snobby stuck up kids. You hated it. 

And here you were, trying to find a way to get out of this boring conversation with some snob from Beverly hills. You can see your dad laughing at you from across the room. 

“You know, you look a lot like Mrs. Wayne.” He suddenly says, looking at you.

“Who?” You ask, suddenly paying attention.

“Mrs. Wayne, you know, Bruce Wayne's wife.”

You know who Bruce Wayne was. Your dad absolutely detestes the man. He never really told you why. He just said to never trust a Wayne. You also know that he’s Batman and his army of children are/were Robin. It was pretty obvious and rather easy to figure out. Then again, you were able to hack into the Bat computers main systems. They really need to update their firewalls. 

“Um no I didn’t know that he had a wife to be honest.” You reply, not really interested.

“You can pass as her daughter you know? She is very beautiful. As are you.” He says in a flirty tone. 

You roll your eyes, seeing your father finishing up a conversation and make your move, but then you hear 

“Oh look, there's the Wayne family right there.” 

Causing the attention to turn to the main entrance. There you saw Bruce Wayne. Tall, handsome, and charismatic. He was smiling, waving at the host. Next to him, his oldest son Dick. Another very handsome man, Tall with blue eyes and raven hair. Sending charming smiles to the crowds of women. Then Tim Drake, too focused on his phone to pay attention to the crowds, and finally Damian Wayne. A small boy with a sharp scowl. To his left, you can barely make out the form of his wife and his daughter, Cassandra Cain. You can also see Stephanie Brown chatting excitedly to Mrs. Wayne, who you still couldn’t see.

“Jeez, they brought the whole cavalry.” You mutter, looking at the star struck boy you were talking to.

You roll your eyes. The way people worship this family is strange. They act as if they are royalty or gods. You look at your father, expecting him to be making a sarcastic face or something. But that’s not what you saw. No, you saw a look on his face that you haven’t seen on his face ever. That’s when you walked up to him.

“Daddy...are you okay?” You asked cautiously.  He turned to you, shocked.

“Y/n!” He practically shouts, “ I’m okay, are you okay? We can leave right now if you’re not okay?” 

You frown in confusion, “ Umm yeah, I’m fine...”

“Good, Good. We’re going to leave now, this gala kinda blows. DOn’t you think?”

You can see his eyes dart to the Waynes to you. He looks...panicked. It was weird to you. Usually he keeps his cool during events like these. 

“Um sure..I just need to go to the restroom first” You say, seeing him nod. You walk off, shaking off the concern you have for your father. As you push through the crowds, you can hear them whisper as you passed. Something about Mrs. Wayne. 

You shake your head, “Can’t they talk about anything else??” 

Then you finally find the bathroom. You walk in, expecting it to be empty, only to be faced with Cassandra Cain and Stephanie Brown. They were chatting near the sinks as you walking into the stall. After doing your business, you walked out to the sink, going to wash your hands, but you saw Stephanie freeze, then nudge Cassandra. They both stared at you as you washed your hands and went to dry them. You give them a side eye, wondering why they were staring at you so hard. 

“Um hi?” You say carefully, the jump not expecting you to speak.

“Oh! Hello Im Stephanie and this is Cass” Stephanie says with a smile. “ You’re Y/n Stark right?”

“Uh yeah...Its nice to meet you dudes” You say quickly, already ready to walk out the restroom. 

“I’m sorry for staring, it’s just that...you look a lot like her mother” She says gesturing to Cassandra. 

You chuckle, “ Uh yeah so I’ve heard...hey I gotta go...”

“Oh right! Sorry heh” Stephanie laughs nervously, “It was great to meet you”

“Yeah” You agree half heartedly, “ You too”

And with that you go to find your father. You pass by the Wayne sons, only to see them take a double take when you pass them. 

“God that family is weird.” You mumble seeing your father talking to Bruce and his wife. He looked distressed and angry. You speed up, wanting to make sure your father doesn’t punch Bruce Wayne the way he looks like he's going to.

“Hey dad...um I’m ready to go.” You says with your back turned on the Waynes.

“Y/n..” Your dad says panic exploding on his face, “ Y/n sweetheart um...”

“Yn?” You hear a woman whisper.  You turn to see Bruce Wayne and...your mother. 

You remember the day she left. It was a sunny day. The kind of days that usually are in good memories and have happy endings. She was supposed to take you to the park so you can meet your dad there. You hardly saw her over the years, just every three months when she would come to the then Stark Tower to visit. But that say...that day was different. She had gotten a call, from who you don’t know, nut it seemed important. Because she left at that very moment and never came back. She never reached out, never called, texted or anything. Just radio silence. Your dad was heart broken.  He had hoped that one day she would move in with you and him, and you could be a family. He loved her with his whole heart, but she just didn’t love you both enough to stay. He was a mess after she left, and you picked up the pieces.

You were nine.

If it wasn’t for Pepper stepping in after witnessing one of his breakdowns, you don’t know what would’ve happened.

You stare at the woman who left you, who broke your fathers heart. Who broke your heart.

“Ms. Wayne.” you say curtly, taking pleasure in the way her face fell, “ Mr. Wayne, it’s lovely to see you again. If you’ll excuse me and my father, it seems like he’s not feeling too well.”

You weren’t lying, Tony looked like he was about to puke. His face was pale and he was kinda sweaty. So you wrapped your arm around him and lead him to the entrance, starting to pull out your phone to call Happy.

“Y/n wait!” Your mother cried out, pulling her arm away from Bruce and placing a hand in your shoulder. You jerked your shoulder out of her grasp.

“ Y/n, I know you’re mad at me” she starts, cringing when she hears you scoff, “ But wait a second. Let me look at you...my petal you’re so big.”

You turn and glare at her, “ Don’t call me that.”

“Oh Y/n, please—“You cut her off again.

“Hey i’m just going along with what you want. This is what you wanted right? No contact with us?”

You can see a crowd start to form around you, and you see the scattered Wayne’s push through it. They look at each other in confusion trying to understand how you seem to know their mother.

“ Of course that’s not what I wanted, oh petal I meant to call I just...” She trailed off

“Couldn’t be bothered?” you say harshly, “ I couldn’t care less. Just leave us alone. That should be easy for you.”

You feel your dad tug on your hand, and you turn to him. Eyes softening when you see the expression on his face.

“ Happys here kiddo.” He says softly. You nod and start to walk away. And you hear your mother protest, but you cut her off with a venomous,

“It was nice seeing you again Mom.”

and then you were gone. This time, leaving your mother behind and her confused husband and children.

[kxisuke]

two can can't keep a secret

pairings: kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader

summary: he was your best friend, the love of your life, and then... nothing. having a certain someone right by your side made it hurt a tiny bit less.

warnings: strong language, angst, cheating

word count: 2k

“Come on, bro. You need to tell her. You can’t continue to keep things from her. She deserves to know.” Kuroo can hear Bokuto sigh in frustration over the phone before speaking.

“I know, I know. I’ll tell her eventually. I just… can’t find the right time—practice has been pretty busy for me and she’s been wrapped up in managing.”

“Dude, you can’t just keep sleeping with the other manager and not tell her.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it, Kuroo.” Running an annoyed and nervous hand over his face, the raven haired boy slumps his shoulders in defeat.

“Promise you’ll tell her soon?”

“Promise.”

~

As you finish setting up the nets for today’s practice match, you high-five the other manager. Both of you have been here since early this morning, making sure everything is perfect for the match. You both glance towards the door as the familiar shouts of the Fukurodani boys volleyball team approach the gym. Bokuto and Akaashi are the first to enter, and the owl-haired boy immediately comes to greet you with a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the head. You blush in embarrassment as Akaashi notices and smiles at the two of you. Your relationship with the captain is no secret—he practically told everyone on the team when you first got into a relationship.

“Are you excited for the practice match today, Kou?” He nods in excitement as he puts his gym bag down.

“Hell yeah. I can finally crush Kuroo in revenge from last match.” Your eyes light up when you remember exactly who’s coming for the match. Nekoma specifically requested a rematch after they absolutely destroyed your team in a practice match a couple weeks ago. And with Nekoma, comes your favourite rooster-haired boy—Kuroo Tetsurou. Because of his friendship with your boyfriend, he often comes over to his house to hang out while you’re there, so you’ve struck up quite a relationship with him.

“I’m sure you will.” You’re about to say more, but Nekoma has already showed up and started to file into the gym. Kuroo immediately gravitates where you and Bokuto are standing, greeting you and his best friend with a hug. As he steps away from your embrace, you try to get rid of the pink tint that suddenly appeared on your cheeks. You don’t know why it’s there, but it shouldn’t be.

I don’t remember Kuroo being this attractive.

You take a second to study the boy in front of you, like you’re seeing him for the first time. You have to admit, there’s something about him today that’s different from usual. It’s not like you want to be unfaithful to Bokuto, there are just some things that can’t be helped. Like the numerous times you’ve touched yourself, thinking about Mr. Rooster-head over here instead of the man that is yours. Kuroo’s voice knocks you out of your thoughts, and you look up at him—while being pressed into Bokuto’s side.

“Missed you two. It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other.” You nod in agreement.

“The last time was the practice match a couple weeks ago.” Kuroo smirks at the memory, and you can see Bokuto fuming from where he’s standing next to you.

“Ah yes… I remember that quite vividly. That was quite enjoyable. Didn’t you think so, Bokuto?” Your boyfriend scoffs at his friend, clearly bothered but trying not to show it.

“Yeah, yeah. I remember. But you’re going down this time.” He wags a playful finger at him. “Last time was just a lucky game.”

“Oh it’s on.” Kuroo smiles with a playful glint in his eyes before turning toward you.

“Let’s get this match started.”

~

You can safely say that the match you just witnessed was the most playfully aggressive and competitive you’ve ever watched in your life. Bokuto was quite happy when Fukurodani triumphed and took the win, and was more than happy to rub it in his best friend’s face. It’s already late, the moon is high in the sky and the rest of the school is dark. Bokuto is off talking with Akaashi and some of his other team members and you’re finishing packing up the nets and balls. You can feel your mind unwillingly drift back to Nekoma’s captain again as you finish up your task. You don’t know why you can’t stop thinking about him—your loyalty is with Bokuto and him only.

“Hey, y/n.” You almost drop one of the net poles in surprise when you hear Kuroo’s voice from behind you, and he has to rush forward and grab it so it doesn’t crash onto the ground.

“Oh, hey Kuroo. You scared me.” He smiles and pats you on the head.

“Sorry ‘bout that. Could you show me where I can put these?” He holds up some official looking documents, and you step forward to see what’s on them. You immediately recognize the speech along with the various signatures scribbled at the bottom of the page. They’re the papers that both schools need for the upcoming training camp. Fukurodani is in charge of collecting all the forms from the schools that are planning on attending.

“Sure, follow me.” Navigating the dark hallways with Kuroo in tow, it doesn’t take long to reach the gym office. You take the forms from his hand and place them in the small folder on the office desk, and when you turn around you almost run into his chest. He grabs onto your shoulders and stares right into your eyes.

“Uhhh, Kuroo, what’re you doing?” You can see in his eyes that something is bothering him, but you don’t have a chance to say anything before he leans in and presses his lips into yours. Your eyes widen in shock but for some reason you don’t push him away. He breaks the kiss and looks at you with a certain kind of love and admiration that you’ve never seen before. But beyond that, you can see a hint of sadness.

You don’t hesitate to pull him into another heart-inflaming kiss, this one more passionate than the last. Your mind is blank, the only think you’re thinking about is Kuroo. There’s a guilty feeling in the back of your mind as you move your lips against the raven-haired boy’s and move your hands so they’re resting on his broad shoulders, but you relish in the feeling—in the moment—forgetting everything else. It’s not until you break away for breath that reality comes surging back at you—the reality where you’re with someone else.

“K-kuroo...” You take a moment to think about what you just did. Your mind is waving thousands of red flags in your face, but you push them all away to put your thoughts in order. “What about Kou? You’re his best friend... y-you can’t just do this to him.” He looks at the ground and takes a deep breath. He’s not sure—should he tell you? He loves you so much that it hurts to see you being lied to by the man who’s supposed to give you his all.

“Y/n...” He tentatively takes a step forward and caresses your cheek. “There’s something I need to tell you about Bokuto.” He gives you a moment to brace yourself before continuing. “He’s not being completely honest with you.” Shock flashes across your face, followed by confusion.

“What do you mean, Kou tells me everything—that’s not possible.” Your mind is already jumping to the worst possible scenario as mild panic starts to set into your heart.

“Look, y/n. I don’t mean Bokuto any harm, I just want the best for you. You don’t deserve to be treated badly.” Your eyes glass over, but you keep your voice steady as your eyes meet Kuroo’s.

“What did he do?” You can tell that Kuroo has an internal battle with himself before finally—after what feels like an eternity—answering your question.

"He’s... cheating on you. He’s sleeping with the other manager.” It takes a moment for his words to register, then the world starts to crash down on you. Sinking to the ground, you let out a sob as everything you thought you knew and loved comes crumbling to a wreck over you. The pain in your heart is so great, it feels like nothing—nothing—can make the pain go away. But then Kuroo is there. Kneeling down to wrap his arms around your form, he presses your head to his chest. The burning pain of what you just discovered subsides a little, and you’re grateful for his embrace.

“What am I gonna do now? How can I go back out to the gym and confront him?” There’s a pit of nervousness in your gut, and you wish you could just disappear and abandon your problems.

“Just go out. Face him. Because I know that you deserve better. And I’ll be right by your side the entire time.” His words dispel some of your fear, but you instinctively grab onto his hand to give you a sense of comfort. He squeezes it lovingly before kissing you gently on the forehead.

Walking out of the office, you and Kuroo make your way back to the gym, you partially hiding your joined hands behind his body. Bokuto looks up at the two of you when you enter the gym, and bounds over. His eyes immediately flick downwards towards your hands and he goes to speak but you beat him to it, gripping hard onto Kuroo’s hand for support.

“Why?” You ask, tears threatening to spill over your e/c eyes. “Am I not good enough for you?” Understanding immediately flashes onto his face and he turns accusingly to Kuroo.

"Why'd you tell her? I was-" He's cut off by your hand waving in his face.

"Hello? Am I just completely invisible to you now?" Your voice is loud and clearly upset, gaining the attention of the other team members still around. His amber eyes move back to you, softening slightly.

"Y/n, I-" He reaches his hand out to you, but you slap it away in rage.

"No! I don't want to hear you bullshit your way out of this. I'm done with you. Clearly you didn't love me enough to show me some respect—instead you go off and fuck the other manager. Go to hell, Bokuto." The owl boy winces back in fear, but you simply turn the other way.

"Could you walk me home, Kuroo? It's not that far from here. My parents are off on a business trip, so maybe you can even stay the night." You don't mean the unnecessary jab at Bokuto, but you can't help it, the amount of pure anger at him is uncontrollable.

"Sure, let me just grab my stuff and I'll be right there. Meet me by the entrance of the gym." Bokuto watches in astonishment and regret as you walk off, hand in hand with his best friend.

When you get outside into the cool night, you let go of Kuroo's hand and stretch your arms over your head.

"You seem surprisingly alright about this, y/n." You sigh deeply at his comment but continue walking next to him.

"I'm not alright, Kuroo. At all. I spent the last two years with him, only to realize now that he didn't love me at all. My heart is in pieces." He looks at you with concern, but you only offer a grateful smile.

"But I'm happy you were there—that you're still here even though Bokuto and I aren't together anymore. So thank you." He looks back ahead, letting a small smile creep up onto his face.

"I'm glad to help. As long as you're happy, I'm happy." Silence falls over the two of you as you continue to walk the short distance to your house, the moon casting a glow over the empty street.

"Were you joking about me staying the night?" You stop in shock and look at him with an open mouth.

"Seriously, Kuroo?"

"Well, I didn't mean it like that... I was thinking we could watch a movie or something." You laugh, and it makes a full smile break out onto his face.

"Sure, sure. That would be nice. I could use some ice cream and cuddles anyway."

[galacticrainbowsaz]

"I know what you are." Shota stated, breathless due to his revelation.

A gust of wind passed him, Izuku suddenly appearing at his back with the sensation. The greenette's breath warm and gentle on his nape.

"Say it." He says, voice quiet, as though sharing a dangerous secret. Shota suppressing the shiver down his spine as best he could.

"You're..." He pauses, testing the waters. Izuku's hands raising to hold his hips. Keeping him in place perhaps? Or just craving that physical contact school and hero work deprives them of.

"Say it." He encourages again, voice a little louder. More firm. His tone tickling the raven in ways he'd never considered. Never dreamt... And yet... And yet it sounds so tantalising from Izuku.

"A problem child." He finishes, suppressing his smile when Izuku squawkes in indignation.

"I'M 23!!" Izuku practically screams, thankfully having moved away the moment Shota ended his sentence. The tired man barely able to contain his laughter as his students all fall from their 'hiding' spots.

"MISSION FAILED SENSEI! WE'LL GET HIM NEXT TIME!" Ashido shouts, another gust of wind passing a moment later, leaving Shota alone in the park. Or so he thought.

"... You're evil."

"I know Hizashi. I know." He grins.

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A Twilight parody fic where Aizawa is Isabelle (think that was the chicks name) trying to put up with sassy, piece of shit King Izuku as the vamp dude (I don't care enough to remember their names) who just transfered to UA as a Gen Ed teacher (he's aged up (23))

Izuku has a "vampire" quirk where drinking blood enhances his abilities, but the only one he shows off really (until he met tired class-dad Aizawa) is the twinkling in daylight ability XD

SOMEONE PLEASE ADOPT THIS AND MAKE A FIC!! I HAVEN'T SEEN TWILIGHT SO I CAN'T TAKE RANDOM SCENES AND MAKE THEM DUMB AIDEKU PARODIES!!! MY FRIENDS AND I NEED THIS!!!!