#at least he'll have lili if he's left at home

[heir-less]

This a reminder that Princess Anne attended QEII's coronation at two years old and still had a minor role as a spectator. So it's possible Louis and Archie would be there and, in Louis's case, have a role.

[lit3rallyll0yd]

Hey I just wanted to say I love your writing so much it's just 😼😍 if Ykyk and feel free to ignore this request but if you want to could you do ninjago character is basically a rich aunt and grew up with the ninja go character (plus harumi up to you) sorry if I'm not that detailed

have a good day 😼🐮

ninjago x reader: them with a reader who is their rich aunt. ft. ninjas<3 (≧ᗜ≦)

characters: lloyd, kai & nya, jay, cole, and zane

synopsis: basically the reader is the ninjas rich aunts, who they haven't seen in a while.

a/n: tbh i was struggling to understand this request, nothing against you anon, im just bad at reading n understanding, lol. so we ended up with this idea<3

i would add harumi, however my poor fingers hurt so much😞

short, headcanon format, female reader

artist cr: min-play

☆ LLOYD.

. you are misako's sister. she knew the second lloyd was born you were going to spoil this kid like crazy.

. before he was even born you already bought him things. new sets of clothing, baby toys, even some baby food you might know if he'll even like.

. when lloyd was born you swore to protect him no matter what. that was until you found out from your sister he was the green ninja?

. the kid is now at least 11 and his own mother enrolls him in the Darkly School for Bad Boys?

. she told you she left him for a good reason, and it will all make sense in the future.

. you decided to take her word for it, and years passed. you haven't seen your sister nor your nephew since.

. large timeskip, lloyd has aged, he has found his true family in the ninja. sure he reconnected with his mother but he still doesnt trust her much...until he heard her side of this whole story.

. lloyd and her have gotten closer once more, and misako decided to bring you up.

. lloyd had no idea how to react. he barely remembers you, however you remember him. he kinda feels guilty.

. you squish his cheeks together when finally seeing him again, "Oh, look at you!! you've grown up so much~ i remember when you were just a little babyyy! i can see where you got the looks from~"

. it takes a while, just like how lloyd was with his mother, but he glad to have met you once again.

. he asks you both about his father, and you have alot to say about that man.

. even at his age, you still spoil him much to his mothers liking. but who listens to their siblings anyways?

☆ KAI & NYA

. you were ray's sister, and maya loved you. she the first to tell you she was pregnant with the two, and you. went. bananas.

. when both kai and nya were born, you fell in love with them immediately.

. while they were kids you would come visit them, kai was extra excited for your visits because you always had a present for the two.

. ray and Maya just enjoyed your company, although nya was really shy around you first.

. she was a mama's baby, qnd loved to be in her mother's arms so everytime you come over she's in her mama's arms, hiding her face in her chest.

. the more you visit, the more she starts to trust you. ray and maya were surprised when nya started to cry when you had to go home one evening

. seeing them again after many years was very emotional for you, not them, though.

. "im sorry, who are you?" kai asked, seeing a random lady hug his little sister.

. "silly, im your auntie. your father's sister, to be specific, i never did really like labels!"

. "our...huh?"

. it's mostly like the relationship misako and lloyd have, but just you and the smith siblings.

. nya tries to be as kind as possible toward you, kai of course as well, however you and nya seem to have more of a bond.

☆ COLE

. your lou's sister. you never had a passion for singing like your brother, but you were pretty successful in the arts department.

. you were a pretty famous artist, almost everyone in ninjago knows your name.

. your art is seen from lou's dining room, to the ninjagos art museum.

. lou was the one who told you lily, his wife was pregnant. you asked many questions, but the big question was the gender.

. when finding out, because lily wanted to know the gender before birth, you started buying anything "baby boy" related.

. blue. that's what you first think of when a baby boy is coming, right?

. timeskip, yahoo, cole is born and sadly you've had to move away for a business emergency.

. you had a feeling cole wouldn't remember who you were, he was only just born when you had to move.

. before his mothers passing, lily tried to best to keep memory of you around the house, hopefully so little cole could remember some fragments of you.

. he..he didn't, lmao.

. you visit lou one day, and surprisingly, his son, cole, who is now a teenager, also seems to be visiting his father with you, who assumed his friends.

. you pinch his cheeks after hugging him and kissing him all over. cole was beyond uncomfortable and confused.

. "y/n, please, take it easy-"

. "you try not seeing your nephew for years and suddenly seeing him randomly out of no where, lou!"

. "...i...i did, however in this case he is my son."

. you, lou, and cole have had some time to discuss about who you are and coles eyes lit up.

. "you were my mother's best friend? could you maybe, tell me more about her?"

. you smiled, "let's start off with, your mother was the kindest and sweetest soul in the world."

☆ JAY

. let's make this simple. your edna's long time best friend. so you pretty much the same age as her.

. obviously ed and edna are jay's adopted parents, you found out by visiting the junkyard one day and seeing...baby...in Edna's arms.

. she was feeding him a bottle. he was so small, he hits perfectly in your sister's arms.

. "now i may be old, but i ain't stupid, sista'. why didn't you tell me you adopted?"

. edna laughed, "oh dear, no, this little one showed up on our doorstep last night. we couldn't just leave the poor thing there, we had to take him in. and we don't have the guts to let him go just yet so...ed is figuring out the adoption papers..."

. ever since that day, you have been coming around more often to help the elders take care of jay.

. jay was homeschooled, of course when he was old enough; ed taught him the abc's and 123's.

. you would help of course. you would spoil this boy to your full extent.

. he wanted this toy? it's his. wants mcdonalds? one happy meal please. is upset? two tickets to the mega monster amusement park!

. of course, you had a life of your own. you've barely had time to see ed, edna and jay anymore because of your work.

. so one day, ed and edna mailed you a letter, saying they will visit iay and invited you to come. maybe jay will remember you?

. timeskip to them pulling up to the bounty and jay's confused face.

. "ma, who is that?" jay asked looking at you with a confused look.

. yall had the talk about who you are and jay felt terrible for not remembering you. he always assumed his "dad" was taking him to all the amusement parks.

. he tried to catch up with you, wanting to know more of your life and your work placement.

. little does he know, ed and edna have been telling you mall the embarrassing stories he's gone through as a kid; your favorite being his kissing pillow?

. didn't you buy him that pillow?

☆ ZANE

. your dr. juliens younger sister.

. you were astonished at his latest "creation", zane. you were there when zane came fully online, and was "alive".

. he was almost like a human, he had human emotions of course he didn't know that yet. he was basically just born.

. upon hearing of your brothers death, you were deeply affected. you left ninjago for a little while, forgetting the world but never forgetting zane.

. you regret leaving him alone. but you weren't in the condition to be taking care if someone. you have to take care of yourself first.

. timeskip, years passed and you have received a letter from an old friend, inviting you to come back to ninjago and visit you.

. he mentioned zane, so you of course agreed.

. the address lead you to a monestary. you were a bit confused buy you knocked on the large doors.

. moments later, the doors open wide to revel a figure dressed in a white ninja gi, who looked back at you twice as confused as you.

. "good morning, stranger. what brings you to the monestary?" he asked and you felt your heart drop.

. "zane?"

. he tilt his head to the side, "yes...that is my name...how do you know my name?"

. other male voice cuts you off, "yo, zane- who's there?"

. eventually, your old friend who invited you here in the first place appeared beside zane and with a smile invited inside their home.

. insert the other three boys, jay, cole, and kai confused and asking each other questions while zane, master wu, and you spoke in a separate room.

. "so...your my father sister?"

. you smiled and nodded, "i never thought i would see you again!" you hugged the boy who froze at your touch, but politely hugged you back.

. you are family after all.

. you feel so bad for leaving zane all alone, possibly confused and lost until he found sensei wu and the other ninja, but that doesn't stol you from spoiling the heck out of the four boys.

. "but...y/n, i have already forgiven you. we do not need your-"

. jay covered zane's mouth, laughing sheepishly as kai spoke up, holding a bunch of video games you have given to them..

. "oh nono- please, we are more then happy to receive these gifts. your more then kind."

. cole nods in agreement.

. you smile and leave their gaming room, only to have master wu smack each of the boys, beside zane, on the heads

☆ i think i went a bit overbored 😭

[starsval]

request for Remus Lupin dating potter! reader. Maybe angsty after Halloween 1981?

i miss you, im sorry

remus lupin x potter!reader

summary: remus leaves when the war ends.

word count: 1k

warnings: mentions of scars, mentions of james' death, sad? idk

"you're just gonna leave?" remus eyes go to the scar on your face, made from the first war. much to your brother and boyfriend's displeasure.

not like it mattered anymore. one of them is gone and the other is leaving you right now. 

"i can't stay here, love, it's too much" he looks away, but he doesn't stand up yet, sinking in everything before he leaves your house forever. 

"you're not going to fight for harry? to keep him safe? you're not going to fight for sirius?" he closes his eyes when you mention his best friend, like you just stabbed him. 

"harry will be safe with petunia, away from the magic. and sirius is a traitor" he spits the last words, even after your efforts in trying to get him to believe that he's innocent. like you do. 

he says his name like it hurts. 

"remus" you sigh, trying to get him to look at you. "he's- he's your best friend, and you know that he'd never do that to james" 

this time you're the one who says someone's name like it hurts. not because you think he's a traitor, but because he's gone, he left without warning. your brother is dead and he will never come back. and with his death you also lost lily, sirius and harry. you don't even have your nephew to take care of. 

remus doesn't answer, instead, he just stares at a wall. 

"you're not gonna fight for me?" he looks at you, and presses his lips together. "i thought, that we'd go through this together" 

"i'm sorry" he closes his eyes. 

"you promised" although he can't see you, he can feel you walk closer to him. 

"i'm sorry"

"when this started, you said we'd go through this together, where did that go?" you're in front of him, but he doesn't open his eyes. 

"i don't know, i'm sorry" he whispers

"i- i know we weren't in the best moment of our relationship before this, but… i didn't think that'd matter"

he swears he doesn't mean to let it drop, but there's nothing he can do as he watches the cup break into pieces. 

"i thought you'd know better than that" he says, ignoring the glass on the floor. 

"better than what? i'm just supposed to stand back as everyone fights?" you can tell he's disappointed. 

"you could've stood with me" he turns around, not waiting for an answer. you can't do much but leave his old apartment. 

with an agreement that you're not talking. 

"it's not like that- i just, you bring me many memories. you remind me of your brother, of lily, of harry, and i can't deal with that" he cups your face in his hands "i'm sorry but i can't"

"you said forever and i almost bought it" this time you're the one who looks away. 

"i meant it"

"did you?" he let's go of your face. 

"i did" he almost swears it, but what's the point when he doesn't anymore. 

"do you remember? happy together?" you suddenly ask, trying to bring back your good memories. 

because maybe he'll regret doing this. 

"i do, don't you?" you talk again. and you think that he's going to agree but he just let's go of your face.

"i'm sorry" he looks like he's actually going to be sick when he stands up and leaves.

and you stay like that, staring at the door he just closed. alone in what feels like a haunted house. because everyone that used to live in it, is gone. 

except you.

    ᨳ      ׂ   𓈒  ⠀🌙 ㅤׂ  ✽    ੭

you were on your way home from petunias'. you tried to at least see harry. but there was no use.

it was already december, and after months of trying, you still hadn't seen your nephew. 

and you knew that it would be pointless. you know it's going to be pointless when you knock on the door of what used to be remus and sirius' house. 

remus opens it, not expecting you there. and he immediately closes it. 

ᨳ      ׂ   𓈒  ⠀🌙 ㅤׂ  ✽    ੭

you figured he hates you. that he'd want nothing to do with you. 

but instead he called. 

"remus?" you immediately call for him, trying with his name a few times, with no answer. 

"i- i thought you hated me? did something happen? is someone hurt?" he still doesn't answer, you can't hear anything. 

"are you making fun of me?" still no answer. 

"remus i have to-" you don't continue, because he says something.

"i miss you" he says, almost inaudible, but you caught it. 

he immediately hangs up. 

ᨳ      ׂ   𓈒  ⠀🌙 ㅤׂ  ✽    ੭

eventually you stop showing up at his house. while you wanted to fight for him, you were still mourning. so you just stopped trying. 

winter went by and spring was reaching it's end. 

maybe it was the breeze that lead remus to your door. 

neither of you talk, you just stare at him. and a minute passes when remus is finally able to meet your gaze. 

"i'm sorry" it's the first thing he says, and he's going to keep talking, but you stop him before he can. 

"that's not fair" you try to close the door, but he keeps it open. 

"i know, and i'm sorry, but i don't wanna go, think i'll make it worse. and everything i know brings me back to us" he's almost crying. 

"and i know that we've been here before, and i swear that i tried not to come here, i tried not to knock, but everywhere i go leads me back to you" he has come closer to you, and you let him. 

"remus-"

"i miss you, i'm sorry" he puts his forehead on yours. and you're both crying. 

"nothing happened in the way i wanted" you tell him, because it's true. you lost everything. 

"i know, i'm sorry, i'm so sorry" he puts his arms around you. 

"every corner in this house is haunted" you confess. "and i know you said we weren't talking, but you don't know how hard i had to fight the urge to go to your house every single day" he holds you as you cry. "but i missed you" 

"i still love you, i promise" he kisses your head. 

and you stay like that until you both calm down. then you just get inside, and try to rebuild what you lost months ago. 

[duckapus]

SMG4 AU Idea: Adventure Time With Meggy and Boopkins

Takes place in a post-Mario-series universe where the world was once again invaded by the Shroobs, and the resulting war led to an apocalypse that decimated both sides. Nearly every civilization fell to ruin, Shroob waste spread all over causing illness and rapid mutation, the heroes of the world all either died, went missing, or worse, a wide assortment of ancient evils were unleashed or reborn all across the globe, and the very rules of Magic were rewritten.

Fast forward a thousand or so years later and we're introduced to Meggy the Human and her younger brother Boopkins the Fish, who've just left their hometown of Port Aurora to become Adventurers on the mainland. They're a bit odd even by the standards of their bizarre world, since humans are believed to have been extinct for centuries, Boopkins has incredible shapeshifting powers, and their dad Joe and aunt Lily are 50-foot-tall ancient guardians of the sea.

One of the first places they end up on their journey is the Mushroom Kingdom, which is currently in a bit of a bind. The Mushroom people's ruler, Princess Apricot Toadstool, has been kidnapped by the evil Fire Lord and his army of monkeys. The Mushroom people would rescue her themselves, but they're not exactly...competent. Well, except for Guard Captain Shroomy, but if both he and Apricot are gone while the Mushrooms are already this wound up the whole kingdom will collapse in about three days. So, First Adventure Time!

After some traveling they get to the volcanic region where Fire Lord's home is and fight their way through the monkey army, and Fire Lord's demonic right-hand minion Saiko, to the Princess...es. Apparently Fire Lord has a whole Thing about princesses and there's a dozen or so in there. One of them is Bob the Thief Princess, who is a guy because there's no rule that says a princess can't be a dude. And if there is one he'll break it because he loves breaking rules.

Anyway, Apricot's with Fire Lord instead of with the other princesses, so Meggy, Boopkins and the princesses storm further into the fortress and find them.

And if you're even slightly familiar with Adventure Time you know just what kind of goofy pathetic nutcase they end up finding. Though Fire Lord is red instead of Ice King's blue, has a jeweled bracelet instead of a crown, and has the additions of incredible jumping abilities and an addiction to spaghetti.

Anyway, there's a big fight (where Apricot ends up with a massive axe somehow and decides she's never letting it go. Yes I'm repurposing Wapeach because It's My House), the good guys win, everyone goes home.

Afterwards, Apricot declares Meggy and Boopkins heroes of the Mushroom Kingdom, and offers to let them stay in her castle, but they decline since they saw a big hollow tree on the way back that they can turn into a Fresh home base.

Of course, when they move in they find out that the place is already occupied by a little camera robot named SuperMemeGenerator4, but he's excited to have some new roommates so it's not a big deal. Also Bob decides to live there too for some reason.

So there's the introduction, now some explanations:

Yes, Fire Lord is (or at least was) Mario. The bracelet he's wearing is basically a fire version of the Ice Crown. I went with him both so he could be a major character despite how long the timeskip is and as a nod to what becoming the Avatar did to him in SMG4 canon. His version of Gunther the Penguin is a monkey in a green vest named Terence. I haven't fully decided why Saiko works for him but I'm thinking it's some sort of Life Debt thing like Han and Chewey in Star Wars.

Since the Shroobs are mushroom aliens the war that ended the world is still called the Great Mushroom War.

Lily's entire backstory is still the same, except the apocalypse and the absence of the Crew means she got found and taken in by Diana, And has very clearly taken up her mantle.

Apart from Fire Lord, Lily, and a few other obvious cases, everybody has their canon ages and personalities. So Meggy and Boopkins ages are swapped from Finn and Jake's, and Apricot is a kid and a very different sort of person from Bubblegum.

Due to that and some other differences, (some obvious, others less so) this AU wouldn't really follow the same story beats as the show.

Melony ends up in Marceline's place in terms of her relationship with Mario/Fire Lord.

Most of the iconic Mario Species are either extinct or mutated/evolved almost beyond recognition, with Boos and Piranha Plants as notable exceptions, and Goombas as a prime example due to now being big pack-hunting apex predators instead of sapient footstools.

Apricot is actually Mario and Peach's however-many-greats granddaughter, and neither her nor Fire Lord are consciously aware of that connection. Apricot because the Apocalypse making it hard to map out family lines that far and Fire Lord because he doesn't remember that he's Mario and wasn't aware before All That that Peach was pregnant. Also, Apricot isn't considered human due to a mix of mutations during the apocalypse, interspecies relationships, and the fact that I'm convinced that Peach is half-Toad already (both here and in actual Mario canon). It'll be more obvious that she's not human if I ever draw her.

When SMG3 and Tari get introduced it's going to be as the previous iteration of SMG4's design and as an Android created by the same scientist who built the two of them.

Also, Luigi will eventually get introduced by way of accidentally falling through a one-way time portal, getting sent from E. Gadd's Lab before the War to the story's present day somewhere in the wilderness. His absence was actually a major contributing factor to everything going so horribly wrong. Also since he's Luigi and not Betty, and since the dynamic between twin brothers and fiancés is obviously very different, he's going to have a different reaction to Fire Lord than Betty had to Ice King.

[creampie-capital]

✦「Katsuki Bakugo x Reader」✦

ɴᴀᴍᴇ║ Katsuki Bakugo

ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ/ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ║ Boku no Hero Academia

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ║17,325

ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴘᴜʙʟɪꜱʜᴇᴅ║June 27th, 2017

ʀᴇᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ║Febuary 27, 2022

「ᴀꜰʟ」 𝟏𝟖+ 「ᴘᴡᴘ」 ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ━━━➤ 「ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ」

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

❝ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ.❞

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

This story deals intensely with grief and trauma. If you are unable to understand the complexity of those emotions, you shouldn't be here.

Don't be so hypocritical; the same thing the reader does are the same thing your favorite villain has committed.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Do not steal, copy, or repost anywhere. My work is currently on both CREAMPIE_CAPITAL on wattpad and Imtropicalbaby on Quotev. If posted on another account or website, please report and notify me immediately.

Now onto the smut :)

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"It's so loud!"

Your daughter's lips couldn't have been any wider. Her pudgy hands grasped yours firmly while she watched the Hero parade.

She rocked on the balls of her feet, her lily-hued skirt swishing past her frame. Nadine loved that skirt so much when you bought it for her most recent birthday, her eighth one.

The child proudly claimed that she looked like a princess and declared that her father was the dragon that protected her from all the 'nonsense extras.

Of course, she quickly followed after with her words by leaping onto your husband's back and tugging on his hair, almost reeling him up like a horse.

Let's just say some family heirlooms were broken and shattered that night.

Nadine tugged on your hand and pointed over at her 'uncle', Izuku. "Look! He looks so cool up there! Wasn't daddy supposed to meet us here to laugh at uncle!"

Before you could answer, you turned to a man who pushed you roughly, which yielded you to almost trip over if you didn't catch yourself.

You gave him a stank face, a sneer on your lips, and a glare in your sharp eyes. "Mom?" The eight-year-old called.

Taking a deep breath, you blew air out of your nose and turned back to your daughter. "It's because your dad's a grump."

"But he promised." She whined, her vermillion-hued optics staring up into yours. The only attribute she gained from her father other than a bit of his personality.

You kneeled down, thankful for the crowd that dispersed outwards, which gave you both more personal space.

"Well, your father said he was really tired and that he'll make it up two us."

What he really said was, 'I'm f*cking exhausted, so just let me sleep, or I'll make you just as drained.'

Of course, you knew he never gave empty threats, and since you didn't want to ruin your child's wish to go out at all, you left him alone in your bedroom.

That didn't mean you weren't upset about his answer. Yes, he had been working a lot lately, leaving early and coming home late.

Wickedness doesn't stop for anyone, so even on days off, he still had to work if a situation arose. Which meant Katsuki missed a lot of important days and broke a lot of his promises.

A lot of his promises to where they always became empty wishes.

You both had begged him to come to watch the parade, you even had something really important to inform him of, but he refused.

He'd rather sleep than at least keep one promise in god knows how long. Your husband definitely has some making-up to do.

Nadine huffed and swatted at her bangs, which were rather long. You reached out and felt her (h/c) bangs between your fingers.

"When we get home, we'll cut them, Okay?"

"Okay."

A smile graced your lips as you stood back to your feet and dusted your knees off. The parade continued, looping around the capital, so you at least noticed your husband's friends a few times.

It was coming to an end, the symphony at their climax that you could feel its lightness in your chest. Yea, you didn't just want to come because Nadine wanted to.

You closed your eyes while holding your daughter's hand tightly. The music, the cheers, and joyful cries fluttered through your head in an almost ethereal manner.

"Mom!"

Your (e/c) optics shot opened only for you to gasp at the sight. "Oh my god!"

The platforms the heroes were on had burst into flames and quickly spread across the streets. The lively symphony halted; festive cheers turned into horrified cries.

A vociferous explosion ran through the area; the buildings alongside the road broke from their formation and began to rain down on everyone below.

The lightness in your chest never left as the pleasure you felt before was replaced with terror. Swiftly you yanked Nadine into your chest, a chunk of the building landing in the spot your daughter was just standing in.

"Nadine, we-"

You were cut short when another explosion rang, the statue in the middle of where the parade was driving around combusted, erupting everything into flames.

It was as if the asphalt was soaked with fuel the way it burned so easily. It inched towards the two of you at a threatening rate.

The way your throat closed and sweat dripped down the back of your neck was a feeling like no other. Absolute terror dug its wicked claws into every nerve and punctured your heart with trepidation.

"Let's go!"

You finally found your voice when the screams of pain sounded as if they were on the heels of your feet. Your grip tightened on your daughter's hand as the two of you pushed through the ravaged crowd.

Nadine's smaller frame easily weaved through the smaller spaces between the massive wave of bodies. The eight-year-old lugged you along, using her quirk to blast through some rubble to leave an opening.

However, even with her power, it wasn't enough to rush you both forward, and the two of you were quickly separated.

"Nadine!"

Your scream was drowned out by all the others. People dressed eccentrically; recognizable figures rained down from above.

Some headed straight for the heroes, howling like rabid animals, while some entered the large crowd of civilians.

The absolute chaos of what was once a beautiful moment was horrifying. Civilians were being burned alive, the stench of scorching flesh almost causing you to gag.

Its putrid scent was enough to make you purge everything that was within your stomach if it wasn't for Nadine's scream breaking through the cries.

You may not have had powers like your husband and daughter, but the adrenaline coursing through your veins was enough for you to find some hidden strength.

The way you rushed forward knocked others over, some immediately becoming trapped underneath the other civilians that attempted to get away.

The guilt would have overtaken your mind, but you were far from sane thinking. Nadine...Where was Nadine? Where was your daughter?

"Mommy-Ack!"

"Nadine!"

Your voice cracked from your scream, scrapes, and cuts ripping ripped through the fabric of your clothing as you rushed through the burning rubble.

When you finally reached a small area by the blazing buildings, your daughter's figure was being held up in the air by a villain.

Before you could rush forward or even call out the girl's name, your arms were pinned behind your back. The back of your knees was kicked in, causing you to fall forward and hit the asphalt painfully.

"Look at what we have here! The hero's wife and kid!"

The man's guttural voice was clamorous, overtaking the chaos around your figures. "Let me go! I Swear I'll-"

One of the man's hands clasped over your mouth and forced your frame to face your child. She kicked and scratched her hands wildly. She even grasped the person's arms, but its thermal suit kept them protected from her premature blast.

Muffled curses could be heard from your covered mouth as you struggled to free yourself. The flames grew closer, so close that you could feel its tails flickering close to your body.

Suddenly those hands that held your frame down migrated to grasp your neck and squeeze. Pressure rushed through your head, and the force of the man's burly hands felt as if he were crushing the bones in your neck.

Your vision grew blurry through the tears from lack of air but even with your compromised sight, you could make out your daughter's struggling cease and her body appearing limp in the other person's hands.

The hands crushing your throat were removed which led to you violently coughing and inhaling the smoke and pollution.

The sole of his heavy shoes was placed on your left leg that was swiftly brought down upon your limb. You could almost hear the cracking of your bone but every nerve, the sense was shut off from your adrenaline.

You couldn't hear, feel, or even smell. You just felt heavy.

He did the same to your left knee, raising his heavy boot only to slam it down on your bone and obliterate it into pieces.

The person holding your daughter threw her body to the asphalt like she was trash before removing something from their pocket. It erupted in flames and was released onto your child's slumped body.

She burst into flames just as quickly as everything else had. You could see her mouth widening, the veins on her neck throbbing, but she didn't move.

It was as if she couldn't, like all her strength was drained and her limbs nonfunctional.

"Nadine!"

Your nails dug into the asphalt, dragging your body towards hers. The child vermillions optics looked up at yours, and you could see the absolute despair.

"Baby! Baby, no!" Your voice cracked as you removed your jacket and thrust it onto her frame, attempting to put out the lively flames.

You could barely even move, the adrenaline was starting to fade and the pain began to flush through your system.

"M-Mom..." Her voice was weak, so crackly that you almost didn't understand what she said. "It...h-hurts."

The tender skin of your palms was searing, the flesh almost dripping off your hand. Every single thing hurt, tears ran down your face and evaporated as soon as they trickled onto the girl's frame.

Flames licked at your skin, scorching through your clothes and burning other areas of your body.

"Nadine, no!"

Your voice was the loudest it had ever been, resonating through the whole area as whisp of translucent wind began rushing past your frames.

It circled the two of you in a whirlwind, taking in the flames that surrounded the streets. The wind moved so fast that all the oxygen suddenly vanished.

The fire on the girl's body was extinguished. However, you couldn't breathe. You choked, throat throbbing as your limbs refused to move.

Your vision began to falter, fading in and out while you fell onto your side by your daughter. The sensation of feeling anything was dissipating, the pain numbing into nothingness.

The last thing you could comprehend was the whirlwind slowly evaporating with the fire and bodies flooding toward your frames.

One of them surely had ash-blond hair and the same lively vermillion eyes as your daughter.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Voices droned on, reverberating everywhere and disrupting you from your deep unconsciousness. That once generous numbness no longer protected you from the pain.

It flooded through your nerves, tingling, and throbbing on your hands, legs, and stomach. A groan sounded from your lips due to the discomfort.

Weakly, only your left eyelid opened as you were met with a dimly lit hospital room. It took more energy than it should have to look around.

The curtains were pulled over its wide windows and all the lights were shut off. Monitors next to you beeped rhythmically, echoing out in the enclosure that felt so cold.

Glancing down you observed the thick white cast around your left leg. It covered your foot and rose all the way up to your pelvis.

Your hands, they laid limply by your side, wrapped in stout cold wrapping that appeared like large unfitting gloves.

Light danced across your lap which compelled you to peek up from your hands. The door to your room was opened and in the doorway stood your husband.

His vermillion optics met your (e/c) ones and he immediately diverted his attention to the ground. It was too slow, like physical dread as he closed the door and made his way to your bed.

Katsuki reached the table next to you and grasped a pitcher of water. He raised it, it hovering over the surface before colliding with the table.

He released all the air from his lungs, his shoulders deflating while his jaw clenched. The man attempted it again, lifting the pitcher which seemed to weigh a ton, and pouring its contents into a glass cup.

Your husband turned to you and held the water just below your chapped lips.

"Here, you need to drink something."

His voice seemed dry as if he had no strength to even speak. As if he had torn the muscles in his throat and still forced the words out.

You didn't move or even attempt to drink, you just stared at his face. You wanted him to look at you but he refused to even let his gaze dance upon your face.

"Where's Nadine?"

Katsuki's voice may have been tense but yours was absolutely broken. Your voice was barely above a whisper but the way it sounded just felt so wrong.

The male didn't speak for a moment, keeping the glass by your lips before slowly retracting it and placing it on the table.

He reached for a chair and brought it to your bed with dreadfully slow movements. He set himself down and you watched as one of the strongest people you had ever known slumped over as if he had been beaten.

"Nadine-" Her beautiful name - the name you picked out almost immediately when you were informed of your pregnancy - made shivers run down your spine.

Katsuki opened his mouth to speak but no words left his cavern. His gaze was on his calloused hands, rough, coarse, and now damp with his tears that began to trickle down his face.

"She uh..." He took a deep breath, swallowing the cry that wanted to leave his lips. "Our daughter didn't make it."

Wetness could be felt on your face, cupping around your chin before dripping down onto your chest.

"And our son...He didn't make it either."

Your body was trembling as if you were cold. Your teeth chattered against each other as if you were freezing.

There were so many things you were feeling. All of them begging, scratching to rise out of your throat.

Eventually, they all clamored together until it was just a jumbled ball of emotions. Not a single one was dominant because, at the moment, all you felt was numb.

"(Y/n)?"

Slowly, almost with jerking movements, did your head move to face his. Finally, he was looking at you. But he was looking at you with her eyes.

Like poison, like deep-rooted hatred, venom left your lips in a frail yet harsh manner. "This is all your fault."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

"(Y/n)...please." His voice was muffled by the door.

You didn't say anything; instead, you tugged the thick comforter over your head and pulled your body into a fetal position.

"Baby, come on. You need to eat."

Again no words left your lips. You just wanted him to leave you alone. That's all you wanted, was to be alone.

His fist knocked on the door, and although it was quiet, it still made something tick inside of you. Your hands flung the comforter off of your body before you reached for your cane.

You limped over to the door, the end of your rod pounding into the floor with great force. Yanking open the door and seeing the sight of your husband made a sneer grow on your lips.

"What do you want? What do you want from me!? Can't you just leave me alone to die!?"

It had been four months since the hero parade incident. You were only discharged a month ago due to how severe the burns were on your body.

Not to mention the surgery you had to undergo on your right eye. They had to remove your iris due to how burnt it was, which left you blind in one.

The cast was removed after two months, but the doctor revealed that you would no longer be able to walk normally. The way the villain broke your leg and knee left you with a permanent limp; you almost couldn't even walk if you weren't using a cane.

You were damaged, no longer able to bare any children. You were scarred, covered in burn marks almost everywhere. You were disabled, an entire limb broken and never to be fixed again.

"What I want... is for you to eat." Your husband stated, towering over your slouching figure. "You haven't been eating, and don't think I don't hear you f*cking retching it all up when you do eat."

Your eyes narrowed, the glare just as strong as the sneer that was on your lips. "I don't want to eat! I want my children back, but you won't let me go to them!"

Katsuki's chest halted, and he visibly stopped breathing. His hands that hung loosely by his sides clenched into fists.

"(Y/n)...you don't think I want them back too? It's all I can think about but starving myself...yourself, is not going to bring them back or you to them."

His voice was low, much more tender than what it usually is. One of his hands extended and reached upwards to your face.

"I miss her, (Y/n). I miss Nadine."

Something had snapped inside of you. Your chest that was building a ball of fury combusted outwards. Wind rushed past your frames, the furniture and decor beginning to rattle.

The explosive quirk hero glanced around before turning back to face you. "Hey, it's okay; I'm here. You can relax."

You didn't listen; instead, the wind encircled your husband's feet before flinging him away from you. His back made solid contact with the walls of your home before he fell down onto one knee.

"Relax?" You laughed for the first time in months, but it was not one of joy. "How can I when you killed my babies!? When you had to break another stupid little promise even though we begged you to come!?"

Another blast of wind shot forward at him, and he once again connected with the wall. He grunted, one of his eyes shutting from the impact.

"How can I...When my body wants to finally manifest its quirk...but only when my daughter is dying...? After my life is taken away from me! When I could have saved them if I had this thing before that happened?"

A whirlwind assembled at your husband's feet before it grew in size and surrounded his entire body. The wind was so strong, everything began to float in a circular motion around it.

"(Y/n), stop!"

Gradually the wind grew in strength, the walls trembling as the oxygen inside the whirlwind slowly began to dissipate.

The man inhaled deeply, grasping his throat as he wheezed out. You stared at him with a blank expression, not a single thing inside of you feeling remorseful.

He deserved this...He deserved this...He deserved this

Abruptly multiple explosions rang in the air, the sound startling you, which caused your whirlwind to disappear.

It reminded you of the parade, of when the act occurred out of nowhere. You can't handle the sound! You can't handle the sight! 

Fire - It was nothing but death, a destroyer of all...and it scared you so much.

The ash-blond inhaled deeply, massaging his throat before slowly training his attention to you. His boots made heavy contact with the ground as he made his way back to your frame.

Your eyes widened and you could feel your heart thumping irregularly from his rapid movement. You expected his hand to come down but instead, he wrapped them around your frame.

He pushed your body against his, hiding his face in your neck as he sniffled. It had been a few months since you let him get so close, you usually refused to even be in his presence.

"It's okay." His voice sounded as if he were to cry. "I'm not mad."

He sucked in a shaky breath with his thumbs caressing your back. "I know it hurts. I know I can't do anything about it so just take your anger out on me."

You stared blankly at the dark ceiling of your room before allowing your cane to fall to the floor and reaching your arms around his.

Your fingers gripped onto the back of his shirt by his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin and drawing blood.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n)."

Tears fell from your fame, dampening your skin as your vision blurred.

With a quiet voice, you spoke to him. "I hate you."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

"Why did you do it!?"

You glanced up from the book in your hands and tilted your head to the side. "What? What are you talking about?" You quired.

Your husband stepped forward into your room and threw his phone onto the bed next to your frame. You glanced at it, your lips pursing before you looked back up at the man.

"You think I did it?" A laugh reverberated from your lips as you turned to face your book. "I'm half blind and disabled in one leg. How could I ever kill more than fifty people?"

"(Y/n), they all suffocated to death last night. No foul play was found and no signs of a struggle." He pressed.

A giggle, soft and short echoed into the room. "Whoever did it must have been pretty mad, don't ya think?"

Katsuki stepped forward and knocked the book out of your hand, the hardcover book banging into the wall and falling on open pages.

"Two heroes." He spat, his brows furrowed with his vermillion optics staring at you intensely.

"You killed - slaughtered - fifty villains from that militia organization, and if that wasn't enough, you murdered two heroes the same night!"

You waved your hand dismissively, the scarring from your burn visible for a moment before you clasped your hands together on your lap.

"So what?" You sought. "They were getting in my way."

Your words had your husband stunned. His mouth fell open, and his eyes enlarged. He took a step back, hands frigid by his side before one flew up to cover his face.

"I can't...You can't...(Y/n), what the h*ll!?" He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "I don't even know who you are anymore."

A smile formed on your lips, wide and nearly sinister. "It's okay, Katsuki. I'm still your wife...well, at least until one of us dies."

The man's hand fell from his face, his expression one of disbelief before he pivoted on the balls of his feet and swiftly left the room.

The door was slammed shut loudly, the force prompting it to rattle against its hinges.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

"I'm giving you a choice. Either kill me right now and save hundreds of lives or-" You wagged a finger teasingly as the cool air from the night rushed past your frames.

"-let me live and find bodies after bodies every day. A villain, a civilian, or a hero? Everybody is fair game."

His face was pained, brows creased, and eyes scrunching tightly.

"You think I can f*cking kill my wife?" He asked atop the factory, standing only a meter or two away from your frame.

Months have passed since your first act of revenge, yet it didn't just stop there. You just couldn't stop.

"Why not?" You challenged almost in a childlike manner. "You killed your daughter and unborn son."

"(Y/n), please..." He begged, hands turning into fists by his side. "I didn't know that was going to happen."

You shrugged your shoulders and lightly tapped your cane on the rooftop. "You made a promise to come with us. You said you weren't going to break this one. It doesn't matter if you didn't know. If you just would have come...you could have protected us, just like you said in your vows."

Gradually, you lifted your hand out and turned it over, so your scarred palm faced the sky. The wind rushed together and formed a ball of a visible white whisp.

"I would have never manifested this dangerous quirk, and I was quite content being a quirkless piece of sh*t too."

You laughed to yourself, your gaze on the ball of whisp that fluctuated between a white hue and translucent.

"I never wanted one anyway since I had you. I didn't need a quirk when I married someone I thought could protect me."

Your husband inhaled a shaky breath, his fingers clenched by his side, and he stepped forward slightly. "I am so sorry for what happened, but blaming it all on me wasn't fair. Nadine was my daughter too, and I am just as devasted as you." He declared.

Your smile sank.

"I had to go back to work every day, and it was as if I could hear her speaking to me again, cheering me on. Everyone gave me their half-a**ed sorry's and looked at me with...Dammit, (Y/n)! It wasn't fair that the world just kept moving on while we mourned!"

The wind dissipated from your hand as you gradually returned your attention back to the ash-blond hero. Your expression was unreadable, stoic, as if it looked like you were contemplating something.

It was a minute or two before you inhaled deeply and tapped your black cane on the rooftop. "You'll never understand the pain of a mother losing her children." You informed him.

Katsuki inched a step closer; his expression would have been just as unreadable if it wasn't for his knitted eyebrows.

"No, I never will. But I know the pain of a father losing his kids and a husband losing his wife."

His words made your heart pulse laboriously; that rapidly growing guilt you tried so hard to suppress was filling your stomach heavily.

And then he spoke again.

"I didn't just f*cking lose my daughter and my son in that attack, (Y/n)." He stepped forward too. "I lost the most loving, brilliant wife anyone could have. And instead of working through it together, you just pushed me away."

By now, he was standing in front of your slouching figure. "I'm hurting too, (Y/n). The guilt of not being there has never left, and I couldn't forgive myself for breaking our promise like that."

The hero slowly grasped your hand that once wore a wedding ring and brought it to his lips. He connected them to your knuckles and shut his eyes.

Deep down, you knew it wasn't his fault. It wasn't anyone but the villains who attacked that day. Katsuki was the best husband and father anyone could be. He would sacrifice anything for his family.

But on that day, your children were not the only ones that parted. Something inside of you just broke, all the love, joy, and happiness; it all just left you.

Everything didn't feel empty, it was all just filled with fury, pain. You couldn't look at things the same, you couldn't love your husband the same as before.

There was no room for it anyway, all there was room for was continuing the cycle of death. Everybody needed to know it. Nobody deserves to live while your daughter lay six feet under.

"I can't help but hate you." The words fell from your lips like a whisper in the wind causing your husband to slowly open his eyes to reveal his vermillion optics.

He lowered your hand gently to your side before raising his once again to caress your cheek. It had been a long time since he had felt your face, you wouldn't let him before.

"I know." His thumb ran over your bottom lip. "Yet I can't help but love you still."

You could feel the tears well up in your eyes, your vision blurring as his figure narrowly distorted. Sometimes he really did have a way with words.

"I miss you...so much, Katsuki." You hadn't said his name in months.

The hero leaned forward, his lips connecting with your forehead to place a lingering kiss. To his surprise, he found your arms banding around his frame and leaning on him for support.

His lips could be felt growing on your skin.

"I miss you so much too. And I would do anything to help you get better. Anything to get my wife back."

You didn't realize you were crying until his shirt felt damp against your face. There were many reasons you married this man, and his nature of not giving up was one of them.

"I can't go back." The words were muffled against his chest. "I've killed too many people, innocence included. All I want to do is bring pain upon others, it's the only that helps."

His hold grew tighter and you could feel his torso shake from his deep exhalation. "It doesn't have to be." Katsuki's head dropped to be in the crook of your neck. "I can help you...if you would stop pushing me away and just let me in."

Nobody spoke after his words; it felt as if both of you couldn't. The embrace was tight, secure as if the two of you were too afraid to let go.

The wind was rushing past your frames atop the towering factory building. You planned for a confrontation after he caught you on a manhunt, but instead, he stopped you with his words.

With hesitant hands, you gripped the side of his waist. "There is only one thing...and I beg of you to do it."

The adult's grip tightened on your body, squeezing you so firmly against himself. "Anything."

"Please kill me. Please, finally, just let me die."

You could feel his chest halt its movement, his breathing ceasing as if he couldn't believe what you had just said to him.

"(Y/n)." His voice sounded so broken saying your name. He pulled back so he could look down at your face with the moon casting its glow on your skin.

"You know I can't do that. I can't kill the woman I love; you're all I have."

Glancing up at his face you could only take a deep breath and nod your head. You removed your arms from his body and strode back to gain distance.

"I see." The words were dry. "Then I expect our paths to cross again in the future, and when it does, I hope you save me this time."

You trekked backward, stopping once you reached the edge where your heels sat on nothing but air.

"(Y/n)-" He never got to finish his sentence as you let your body lean back and fall off the rooftop. The male had never moved so fast as he ran to the edge only to see you hover just a few feet below, multiple translucent wisps of wind surrounding your feet.

"I promise you one thing!" You exclaimed over the swishing winds of your quirk, and a genuine smile formed on your lips. "I will not die unless it's by your hands, so I'll wait until you're ready!"

You rose higher in the air, this time towering over him as you leaned forward and connected your lips on his cheek.

"Stay alive. Live healthily, take care of yourself, and do what you believe is right. I'll be waiting to be reunited with our children, Katuski. I'll be waiting until the day you let me die too."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

"Madam, your face is leaking again."

You blinked; your vision that once played the past now returned to normal and depicted the sunset that cast a golden glow on everything.

Staring at it a little longer, you could feel the fresh air entering your scarred lungs, tasting like earth too. You lay on the pool lounge a little longer before slowly sitting up.

Your body felt as if you hadn't moved it in years, so sluggish and heavy. Your head pulsated, throbbing with a headache that had been lasting weeks.

You had to close your eyes from the blasphemes pounding as you swung your legs around and placed your feet upon the warm tile of your sun terrace.

This always happened when you had moments to just think, you would remember the past all those years ago.

It made you waste a good day not swimming in your lido, the open-air pool that was situated in the back above the hill of your home.

You slowly lifted a hand to your face and felt the wetness upon your cheek. "How vile." You muttered and smeared the fallen tears across your face. "My cane."

The young man complied, reaching for the black cane with a golden handle by his side and handing it to you. You took it with a heavy hand and hauled yourself up to your feet.

Your left leg had been feeling more like a dead weight than a still-working limb. No matter which doctor you threatened to fix it, there was nothing they could do for the growing crudity.

A groan left your lips, the headache only growing stronger now that you moved. You held your forehead with one hand and pressed your digits into your temple.

"Madam, are you alright? Do you need your pain relievers? Should I call for the doctor?"

"Shut up." You lamented under your breath and carefully removed your hand from your head. Esau stepped forward, his hands behind his back as he gazed down at you with his earthy brown optics.

"If you are feeling unwell, then I believe a check-up is in order." He remarked intently.

A frown etched its way onto your lips as you looked at the boy. "Didn't I say to shut up, or do you want to go through more training with Erskine?"

Esau had no reaction to your words, continuing to stare down at you blankly but unwavering. "You did but your health is more important to me than my punishment."

The frown shifted into a sneer.

Esau was once a boy living in the streets, fending for himself like a rabid starving animal. His clothes were nothing but dirty rags, his light brown skin was overlaid in dirt, and his grey hair was knotted in an unsightly manner.

He was only thirteen when you found him, but he had lived in those rotten slums for almost all his life. Because of it, his instincts were heightened, and his quirk was rather effective.

Fending for himself, doing whatever it took to live made him dangerous but also ignorant to others, especially when he targeted you in those streets.

He attempted to steal from you by mimicking the voice and appearance of your late daughter. And he almost got through to you but he was immediately surrounded by a whirlwind that began to deprive him of oxygen.

He reverted back to his original appearance and began to choke on the lack of air. You planned to kill him but when the boy looked at you not with desperate eyes, but a hungry ravenous gaze for life, you let him live.

You took him in, refining his quirks to work for your own selfish reasons. His ability to know of one's deepest love and mimic their exact appearance and voice was useful.

He didn't have a name so you gave him one. Esau, the brother betrayed by both his brother and mother in The Book of Genesis.

It was rather fitting, just like how the firstborn was swindled out of his birthright in the Hebrew Bible, the boy was swindled out of loving care by heroes who let a villain live, only for that villain to murder the boy's parents the same night.

You gave him everything he needed, shelter, food, clothes, and training, but never the one thing he wanted the most.

Your love.

After everything you had gone through, you were not able to provide another person with such a thing. Especially when he could never replace your two children in your broken heart

Five years had passed since you raised him to be a weapon, to be your eyes, your legs, and he doted on you more than anything.

He was cruel, apathetic to everybody, and held no second thoughts when killing a target. But when it came to you, he was vulnerable, desperate for any praise or ounce of affection.

You were his savior and in his eyes, a mother he only wished to make proud.

Esau did everything you ordered, train, kill, and now he was a young man. Built with muscles from Erskine's training but also scarred from your hands when he angered you.

No matter what abuse - verbal or physical - was handed to him he took it like a soldier. He never held any resentment towards you, he couldn't when he knew all you felt was sorrow.

He was obedient like a loyal dog and cared for your well-being more than his own.

"Call for the doctor and inform Erskine's that you will be doing endurance training after dinner for two weeks."

The male leaned forward, bowing his head adequately. "Of course, Madam. Thank you for complying with my wish."

You rolled your eyes and ambled back into your grand home, the cane pounding into the marble flooring loudly.

"It is only because I am in no mood to argue." You replied with the 'adoptive' boy trailing after you.

His lips were blessed with a rare smile on his usually stoic face. "I know."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

"Esau, I want to talk to Nadine."

"Of course, Madam."

He inhaled deeply, gazing into your (e/c) and blind back optics. You watched from atop your bed as the male's tall stature shrunk to that of an eight-year-old.

His appearance changed to the exact characteristics of your daughter on her birthday, the same young and innocent gaze that was burned into your memory.

"Come here." You cooed and opened your arms widely. Esau, who now bore the appearance of Nadine Bakugo, climbed onto the mattress with small (s/c) colored hands.

He wasted no time plunking himself against your chest and feeling the warmth of your body against his. The pungent scent of alcohol wafted into his nose and burned the inside.

You didn't like to drink often, only on rare occasions, and when you did you would request the same thing every time.

To speak to Nadine.

Esau complied willingly, desperate to use his quirk to appease you. It was the only time you looked at him with such a loving gaze and actually held him in your arms.

It was the only time he could receive even the smallest amount of affection he'd been craving all his life. The adoration may have been superficial but it was enough for his starving heart.

"Mom-" You only allowed him to call you mom when he took the form of your daughter. "-can I have a kiss?"

A hum reverberated off of your chest as you slowly closed your eyes. The young man felt you shift, a hand brushing away his bangs and warm lips connecting with his forehead.

Heat exploded under his skin, his heart thumping audibly in his ears. The warm sensation of affection was so quaint, so rare, that every time he experienced the feeling, it was as if he were falling from a tall height.

His stomach flipped, chest expanding with wide amounts of air, and pressure building up in his head that all took his breath away.

Gradually the boy's eyes fell closed, opening every once in a while as he fought the sleep. But alas, the loving embrace of his mother was too much to fight, and he let himself fall into a deep unconsciousness.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

"Don't move."

You cocked your head to the side, your lips pursing while you gazed out at the night sky. A cluster of well-established heroes surrounded your frame behind you.

"You're under arrest, Breathtaker. We're taking you into custody."

Your fingers danced across the golden handle of your cane, tapping it lightly on the ground before gradually pivoting around in the graveyard.

"So rude, you all are~." You hummed, placing a singed hand on your hips. "A mother comes to mourn her departed child, and you all arrive to disturb her."

Your eyes narrowed at their frames, you even recognized a few. "And it's actually rather humiliating that you think you can stop me."

The wind rushed past your frames, circling everyone in a ball of a translucent whisp. What made you so treacherous - one of the most wanted villains - was how you didn't require your hands to utilize your quirk. You didn't need to chant or call out to it like others.

All you needed to do was just think about what you wanted the wind to execute, and it did it without fail.

"We know we can't," Izuku was the first one to speak which drove you to roll your eyes.

"But you won't hurt me."

The group dispersed and to your surprise your husband stepped forward out of the crowd, his stature taller, and broader than it was five years ago.

"Oh, using my old spouse to stop me? How cruel~!" You held out your wrist, leaning on the centerpiece to hold yourself up. "Finally, come to kill me?"

His gloved hands snatched your wrist roughly, your body nearly tumbling forward from your fragmented leg if it wasn't for Katsuki holding up your frame.

"No." His voice was gravelly, tone coarse and raspy. As if he had been downing liquids that caused him more harm than good. "You don't get to have what you want."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

"This isn't a prison."

"Of course not." He sneered, hurling your body onto the couch that lay limp from all the bindings. "It took every f*cking connection I knew to keep you out. You're under my watch now."

A pout formed on your lips, your figure squirming from the awkward position of laying on your stomach with your head dangling off of the edge.

Your cane was tossed onto the ground by your frame while you heard the man's heavy boots distancing from the room.

Finally, managing to situate yourself in an upwards sitting position, your one functioning eye takes in the scenery before you.

After five years, Katsuki continued to live in the home you all once shared as a family. He did some work, and the broken walls and ripped furniture you once caused were restored.

He decorated the living room with objects of your favorite colors, and picture frames displaying your family years ago when you were all together.

The sight caused you to frown, a sensation in your stomach fluttering while the front of your head pulsated in a returning headache.

Your sight fell upon your bounded wrist, tracing the scars of your burned palms. "If you were going to keep me out of prison, we could have gone to my villa." You murmured.

There were no words that followed after your sentence, just the sound of running water from the bathroom sink.

A heavy sigh was exhaled from deep within your lungs. "Hey!" You called. "Used to be husband; I'm hungry!"

In response to your words, the door to the bathroom was bashed open with an audible bang, and his footsteps grew louder the closer he reached.

"Then starve."

You watched as the man you used to live with trekked past your frame in the living room and made his way to the bedroom.

Your blind eye was twitching from his words, and you almost found your wind swishing around in the space. "Why?" You whined, a voice in a child-like manner. "Didn't I teach you to be courteous to your guest?"

He didn't respond, and the lack of it had you groaning in your spot on the cushion. Your stomach was churning; your tongue began craving your chef's five-star platters.

You started to drift off in your thoughts, wondering if Esau was informed of your situation.

The young man was most likely enraged at your capture, unable to comprehend why you've let yourself be taken when you could have easily escaped.

It shouldn't be long until he finds your whereabouts, a few hours or so, if he completes his mission in a timely manner. In the meantime, you guess you'll just have to deal with your estranged husband for now.

Small veins on your forearm throbbed from the tight bindings on your wrist, your fingers twitching from the lack of adequate blood flow.

"You know binding me is pointless!" Your voice bellowed through the home, which was followed by an audible huff from you afterward. "I thought you only liked this in the bedroom!?"

"You little sh*t!" He spat from the room and traveled out to be in your view. He was changed from his hero costume into some civilians.

A simple pair of grey cargo pants and a white tank top covering his torso. One of his hands was scratching at his stomach; his top lifted slightly to reveal his thin, ash-blond happy trail.

"You're more annoying than I remember. Can't you just sit down and be quiet?" He huffed, striding into the kitchen.

"No." You snapped, leaning back into the couch and kicking your bound legs onto the coffee table. "I would be on a yacht right now, sipping some Domaine Leroy Chambertin Grand Cru while being fed from a golden platter."

The ash-blond didn't reply, keeping silent as you heard a pan connecting with the stove. Your left leg began to pulsate slightly, the tender bones in your knee and shin beginning to throb in discomfort.

It's been some time since you took your pain relievers, and the ache would only grow stronger from here on. You didn't bring any with you, considering the possibility of being captured didn't really ring in your head.

You'll just have to make do and deal with it until Esau arrives. A grunt left your lips whilst you shifted uncomfortably in your spot.

As the pain from your legs plagued your mind, it didn't help that the familiarity of your home caused an ache in your shrunken heart to grow sharp, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

It was hard to look around, every single thing in the living room replaying a memory of the happier times years ago.

How Katsuki has managed to live with these constant reminders is beyond you. He was always the one with a healthier mind, even being as arrogant as he is.

"You've done well." Your voice broke the silence and overtook the sound of butter sizzling in the pan. "Your name is always highly praised in the news."

The ash-blond didn't react for a moment, the sound of a wooden spoon scraping the skillet filling your ears.

"Of course it is." He sneered, which was followed by the fridge opening loudly. "I do my f*cking job."

Your left leg jerked against the bindings around your thighs and ankles, the throbbing sensation overtaking more of your nerves.

"Of course, after all, that's what I told you to do."

A plate collided on the kitchen counter so forcefully you were surprised it didn't shatter. "You didn't tell me sh*t but to kill you."

You shrugged your shoulders, staring at a blank part of the wall to keep your eyes from wandering. "I mean, I did tell you that too."

The hero grunted from the other room, his annoyance bringing about a smile on your lips from his reactions.

It really did use to be the other way around. His teasing remarks had you snapping back at him, threatening to make him sleep on the couch if he angered you any longer.

No matter how hard you try to forget you always remember the way he would snatch your wrist and pull you against his warm body. He would be laughing at your reactions but would always lean down to pepper your skin in kisses.

He loved you with every part of his being and at one point, you did too. Your tummy tingled from the memory, prompting a heavy sigh to echo out.

'Esau, you better arrive quickly or I'm breaking your legs again.'

The sweet aroma of a delicacy wafted into your nose, removing you from your thoughts and diverting your attention to the scent.

Katsuki waltzed out from the Kitchen and set a plate on your lap, a utensil slightly hanging off the edge. You glanced down, your throat tightening slightly from the sight.

"You would feed a criminal their favorite dish?" Your gaze followed the ash-blond who sat on the opposite couch, distancing himself from your figure. "My, you have grown soft. Isn't that right, Dynamight?"

His childish hero name left your lips in a taunting manner. The male's vermillion optics flung to your frame, his jaw clenching with veins arising on the back of his hands from a firm grip on the silverware.

"Keep running your mouth, (Y/n), and I'll make sure they send your a** to prison."

Your lips pursed. "Well, at least in prison, I don't have to eat with my wrist bound. I'm not some maniac, you know." You stated.

"No, you're a cold-blooded killer."

Grasping the utensil awkwardly with the bottom of your palms pressing into each other, you responded. "I prefer a heartbroken mother; oh wait!" You pointed the silverware at the male. "Do I even get to call myself a mother anymore? I don't have any children left!"

There was an obvious aura of tension that rang in the air. Katsuki's frame was unmoving in his seat, his chest barely even rising with his breathing.

It made you bite your bottom lips to suppress a laugh, but you couldn't help it. It bellowed out in the living room, your plate of food almost spilling over.

"Haha! Laugh Hero! I'm absolutely amusing!"

A bead of sweat dripped down the side of your face, your laughter masking the ache that drilled through your veins. The faux joy you were displaying was the best you could do to hide the discomfort, concealing how you were trembling from pain and not laughter.

The coffee table that was holding up your legs was swiftly kicked out from under you. It collided with the wall, an indent clearly visible in the creme-colored panel.

Your feet slammed into the ground, the force bringing about an intense throbbing sensation that had your eyes widening.

An ardent gasp resonated in your old home as you barely managed to save the plate from falling over and decorating the rug in its contents.

You could feel a sudden pressure in the inner corner of your eyes, your vision zoning in and out with the recognizable sensation of tears clouding your corneas.

Hands grasping your head and applying pressure was the best way you could describe how intense your headache felt. Their grip was unwavering and strength diabolical.

Your body was discernibly overwhelmed, visibly freezing in its spot and suspending its breathing. There wasn't anything you could do to hide your distress.

Katsuki's swallowed audibly and his steps could be heard nearing. Your blurry gaze was cast on the cushion next to you, unaware of his frame that stood right in front of you.

His hands grasped the plate to pull it away but your grip on it was far tighter than he thought. One hand dropped to hold your wrist so he could pry the dish away.

The wrangled skin of your palms became visible as he placed the food on a side table. His warm calloused hands touched your bare skin for the first time in years.

Your body betrayed you, yearning for more of the familiar touch. And it grew worse when he removed his grip from your wrist.

There was no use fighting your heavy eyelids that closed as your shoulders slid against the cushion until you were laying on your side, pulling your arms into your chest in a cradle position.

It was embarrassing, to appear even frailer and affected by your old injuries in front of the strong man you used to love.

The facade of a witty vengeful villain quickly dispersed like a burst of air. If it wasn't for the quirk you manifest there was no way you could have gotten away with what you've done.

Without it, you were just a deformed and disabled woman. Blind in one eye, scarred and mangled skin on your body, and a sporadic leg.

You really were pitiful.

"Here."

Through it all, you didn't even hear his returning footsteps. Your vision cleared with tears leaving the slick home of your eyes and trailing down the side of your face.

One of his fair-skinned hands was holding a glass of water. The ice waged war inside and clicked against the walls of the cup, fighting to float atop.

Condensation permitted minute water droplets to coat the outside of its clear surface.

The other hand cupped three various colored pills that you instinctively recognized.

A heavy breath left your lips, echoing out audibly.

"Giving me pills that are what, almost fives years old?" You sought, attempting to sound unaffected but the raspiness disallowed it.

Your lips pulled upwards into a smile that was woefully twitching. "Trying to poison me?"

His tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth as he forced the medicine into your hands. "Whenever they expired, I picked up a new prescription just in case-" His speech halted with a heavy exhalation taking the place of his remaining words. "...in case you ever came home."

The smile immediately fell like an angel plunging from grace. With lips parted, you were sure you must have looked ridiculously dumbfounded.

You were sure the only way to describe the sensation in your stomach was sinking, like a regretful action made by an arrogant captain.

Gingerly you parted your lips, tossing in the medicine halfheartedly as Katsuki's hand assisted in setting you up so you could drink.

The liquid chilled your tongue, cooling down your warm esophagus as it aided in the swallowing of your pills.

Its wintriness hastily overtook your brain in a shroud of numbness that disappeared just as brisk as it surfaced.

You didn't realize how thirsty you were until the male removed the glass and more than half of its contents were absent.

"Remember, you need to eat when you take those." His hands had ripped apart the bindings around your wrist with brute strength before he did the same with the ones around your ankles and thighs.

Blood flowed through your limbs, filling your veins with liquid life that it was being deprived of. You flexed your finger a few, a weightless sensation surrounding your hands and feet for a moment until it was felt as if they landed back on earth.

Weight was placed upon your lap, recognizing the hard circular bottom of the plate. The energy to snap and spit a crude remark was no more, and you ate obediently.

His vermillion optics dwelled on your frame; you could feel it. Every area his eyes stayed on seemed to burn like rays of the sun.

You wanted to say something, but thankfully, his footsteps faded into the kitchen, resigning you to dine in silence.

The throbbing in your knee and leg was still aching, only slowly decreasing in its potentness. Listening to the sound of running water from the sink you absentmindedly ate until there was nothing left.

When you placed the utensil on the dish, the sound alerted the male. "Done?" He quired over the water.

"Yeah."

The floor creaked as he neared, his cologne emanating into your nose and filling your lungs as he leaned over the back of the couch to reach your plate.

His fingers grazed over the curve of your thighs as he held it in the palm of his hands. Your eyes followed his movements until he returned to the kitchen.

"Do you still ice it?" He suddenly asked, which caused you to click your tongue in annoyance.

"Icing my broken bones?" You sought, your voice a pitch higher in a mocking manner. "What a medical breakthrough!"

"(Y/n)." His voice was firm and unwavering.

...

"Sometimes..."

He didn't reply, finishing the dishes as you mindlessly examined your hands. The freezer was opened, the suction of the rubber seal echoing in the rooms.

The hero returned shortly after with a clothed ice pack in his hands. His next movement was surprising, setting himself down on the cushion next to you and laying your legs across his lap.

"Hey!" You hissed, attempting to remove your limbs from atop his but found no strength to do so. "W-Who said you could do that!?"

He didn't even look up at you as he placed the frozen ice over your leg, prompting an immediate cry of shock from its frostiness.

"It would be best if you just kept your f*ckin' mouth shut." His tone of voice was surprisingly calm, and the aggression he usually exhibited was absent.

You didn't want to listen to him but the thought of arguing back in itself was already exhausting so you let him be.

The coolness of the ice and the numbing of the medicine was not so much an unpleasant feeling anymore.

Icing your leg would have been enough but your old spouse had other ideas. His firm hand that held nothing relaxed onto your shins/calves and began to massage them softly at first before growing in strength.

A heaviness weighed on your eyelids; the comforting hand that kneaded your muscles had relieved tension that had been building up for years.

Your back glided against the couch until you lay flatly on the cushion. It was a familiar feeling, something he used to do back when you lived together.

When your fragmented leg just pulsed like an aching heart, and there was nothing you could do to quell the pain. You didn't know what to do, and with every painful throb of your injuries, you grew more spiteful every day.

You wouldn't let him touch you for months, even if it was just to help steady your frame that could barely stand on your own two feet.

But one day, you sobbed heavily and wailed due to distress. There was no strength to fight or argue when he diligently grasped your fragmented leg and iced it whilst massaging it too.

It alleviated some of the pain, and you thought you'd only allow him to help that night. But soon, you had grown dependent on his familiar touch and relished in the firmness of his calloused hands.

Just as you were now.

Inhaling a shaky breath, you concealed your eyes behind your forearm.

"How do you do it?"

Katsuki glanced at your face, unable to assess your emotion from your unreadable expression. "Do what?" He responded with perplexity.

You pursed your lips curtly as you stared into the darkness. "I mean, how... how are you still able to live here? With all the memories and-and the reminders. I can barely even look at a picture..." Your voice cracked at the end, and you could feel the glossiness taking over your conjunctiva.

He didn't respond for a moment, the strength in his hands growing faint as he thought to himself.

"It's not easy." He mumbles after a moment of silence. "It hurts all the time, just a dull aching in my chest, but... I don't want to forget the memories of my family as if it never happened."

Gingerly you slid down your arm so you could glance at his face with your one working eye. He was facing across the room, his expression one of someone lost in their thoughts.

The two of you were once childhood sweethearts, so in love. So in love with just the concept of love.

Passion never dwindled between the two of you, and instead, it felt as if it burned brighter with every passing day.

And when you became pregnant with your first child...you remember feeling so stupid for fearing the worse from him.

He took care of you like a man utterly in love would, providing everything he could offer and then some more.

God(s), you had loved him so much that you could never keep your hands off him. Such a turn of events for you to become repulsed after the incident if he even so much as brushed against you.

Your chest ached just thinking about it.

"Do you..." You ceased your words, inhaling profoundly as you questioned yourself why do you even wish to speak. "Do you remember our first kiss?"

The hero huffed, brushing his fingertips just above your knee. "How could I not? You punched me in the jaw and then pulled me down to meet your lips."

A ghost of a smile flashed over your face. "I was frustrated that a narcissistic piece of sh*t made me fall so in love with him." You crooned, waving a finger in the air teasingly.

Katsuki shook his head at the memory, fighting the grin that wanted to plaster on his lips. "Nobody made you." He quipped.

"I know." Your gaze shifted to the ceiling; the ache and pain in your leg had dissipated into a slight numbness. "But something just pulled me into you-"

When you flickered your attention to the hero's face, his dazzling vermillion optics staring back at you had felt as if they had taken your breath away.

"-like it was meant to be..."

His gaze deemed intense, it made your stomach flutter with something you believed you could never attain again.

It was difficult to look at him but there was a sense of familiarity you couldn't help but miss.

"I should sock you in the jaw again right now." You mumbled, compelling the man to bite his lips to stifle his laughter.

"Way to go ruining a moment, I thought that was my job."

Your fist flew forward and connected with his shoulder, his firm body barely even flinching from your weak attempt. His muscles were much more conformed than you remembered.

He was always fit, working out and training, but it seemed that he must have kicked it up a notch. Katsuki's body wasn't burly or extremely wide like a weightlifter; instead, everything was more defined and solid.

"Have you moved on?" You suddenly piped up; your gaze shifted to connect with your ex-spouses.

One of his ash-blond brows rose as his massaging hand grew in strength. "Hmm, once." He mumbled under his breath, breaking the intense eye contact to gaze at your leg.

"Well, what happened? I'm ever so curious, you know."

The hero inhaled deeply, his chest expanding whilst his neck muscles flexed. He appeared to be deep in thought, picking at the words carefully before speaking.

"Couldn't look at her face without seeing your sh*tty one...I would catch myself almost calling her your name nearly every time. It didn't last long for obvious reasons." The hero expressed with a gravelly tone.

You hummed at his words and shifted your body so you could be sitting up, your hands supporting yourself on the cushion. "You could have had a new family if you just worked through it. I know you could have done it."

Katsuki huffed aloud and ceased his movements on your leg. His head inclined downwards to face you whilst his jaw clenched. "I don't want a f*cking new family, (Y/n). I was going to wait for you to come back, no matter how long it was gonna f*cking take."

You swallowed thickly, your stomach fluttering for a moment until you scowled at the sensation. It made your throat desire to tighten, and your eyes glaze over with overwhelming emotions.

"What If I never was going to return?" You sought in a low voice. Your head slumped over as you shielded your eyes.

"Then I guess I would have been waiting forever." He responded breathlessly.

Your jaw clenched with teeth grinding against each other. You don't know why his words angered you, why it left your body yearning just to hold him in your arms.

To comfort you like he's done before.

Grasping a pillow behind your frame, you slammed it against his face and used his moment of hesitation to remove your legs from his lap.

You scrambled away, tripping over your fragmented leg as you utilized the tables and other couch to assist in your movement.

"Stop it!" The words were loud and clamorous with a skinny trail of tears flowing down your left eye. "I hate you! I'll always hate you! I became what I am today because of you! I was left to watch my daughter perish before my eyes and feel my own unborn son wither away inside!"

The cool wind began to swirl and wail in the living room, your hair dancing in its path with furniture beginning to tremble.

Katsuki slowly stood to his feet before he began to make his way to your frame. His face was unreadable, his expression dreary with his hands clenched by his side.

The closer he grew the more your wind picked up, your heart beating in your ears with your throat clenching.

"Stay away from me!"

He easily dodged a blast of wind that sent the couch the two of you were once resting on to now collide with the wall.

The hero suddenly ambled towards you with quickened footsteps that had your flight or fight reflex activated.

You were scared. Terrified of his actions in your vulnerable state.

His calloused hands rose in the air, and you braced yourself for some sort of impact, but it never came. Instead, he held your face in his rough palms and connected his lips with yours.

Those familiar warm lips had everything inside of you fluttering.

You wanted to pull away, to just f*cking hurt him, but you couldn't. Rather, your hands grasped his shoulders whilst you kissed back instead.

It was heated, the two of you kissing in a desperate but enraged manner. It was an action that was long overdue but was laced with bouts of fury.

"I hate you." You would huff every time you needed to pull away for air.

"I love you." Was what he would respond when he forced himself to breathe when all he wanted to do was stay connected to you.

Your weight leaned on his body, and the heat of his skin wafted onto yours and warmed your frigid insides.

"Stop touching me." You ordered under your breath when he pulled away and established his place along your neck.

"Then stop holding me." He retorted just as breathlessly.

You didn't realize your hands were grasping onto his body frantically as if you would let go and he would disappear.

Not finding the strength to respond, you remained silent; your ex-spouse's hands reached down to your thighs and hauled your body upwards.

He wrapped your legs around his waist and ambled away out of the living room. His action left you hazy, your mind was fuzzy from his touch, and your tummy was tingling.

The hero's mouth sucked and nipped at the exposed flesh on your neck, the throbbing sensation immediately shooting down to your cl*t.

Your puffs came out long and breathless, the sensation something you hadn't received in so long. The pads of his fingers pressed into the flesh of your thighs whilst the front of his pants began to bulge against your crotch.

Placing your lips against his ear, you lightly grazed your teeth on his lobe. "Getting hard just from kissing?" You taunted, the corner of your lips quirking into a grin.

His response was to grasp you by the waist and fling your body onto a soft surface. Your limbs flailed from the fall, but you quickly recognized the scenery.

The two of you were back in your bedroom; everything appeared to be the same as before, with no differences.

Your ex-spouse wasted no time taking a position above yours, his knees caging your legs whilst his hands slipped under your shirt.

The calloused pads of his fingers pushed your bra upwards and immediately latched themselves onto your nipples.

Your breath became stuck in your throat, the pinching on your body permitting your hips to jerk and jaw to clench.

"Your chest seems to say the same thing." He mocked, his usual cocky grin plastering on his face. "Hard and sensitive just from a little kiss?"

You scowled at him, your hands flying to grasp his wrist to pull him away, but he responded by tweaking your nipples.

The sensation had you bite your tongue to still a cry, but the male could tell by your sudden silence. He released his hold so he could grasp the ends of your long sleeve and pull it over your head.

His grin only grew when you rose your arms to assist him. You scrunched your nose in response and looked away, unable to maintain his smoldering gaze.

However, once your top was removed his breath became stuck in his throat. His vermillion optics narrowed down onto the golden ring attached to a chain around your neck.

He reached towards it with a shaky hand, entrapped by the sight of your wedding ring, the band that displayed to others that you were his wife.

"I thought..." His tongue lacked the strength to continue, his gaze stuck on the words inside the jewelry that he had carved.

My first love & my last

"I-I watched you throw the damn thing into the ocean!"

Your frowned, your hands reaching for his wrist to pull him away, but his strength far surpassed your own.

Huffing, you shifted your gaze to meet his, and the scowl immediately fell upon the sight of his glossy, vibrant, vermillion eyes.

The strongest man you had ever known...was brought to tears upon the sight of your wedding ring. Something so sentimental that you mocked him for when your marriage became sour.

At the time when you had launched the jewelry item into the water, you remember laughing at his expression of turmoil. Even as you declared your love for him to be nonexistent, he still maintained his response of waiting for you, no matter what.

"I faked it." You mumbled. "...I needed to try and move on, and so did you, but I couldn't let it go. It was the one thing that I couldn't get rid of."

The hero inhaled deeply as he slowly reached down and unclasped the necklace. He removed the cold golden band and gazed at it in the palm of his hand.

He swallowed thickly, his adam's apple bobbing before he cast his gaze back onto your face.

"You have never stopped being my wife in my eyes, (Y/n). I married you all those years ago to be there for you through anything. To help when you felt like the world was against you."

Katsuki reached for your left hand and gazed at your ring finger. "I'm sorry if I made it seem like you couldn't confide in me. I'm sorry for putting everything else above you and Nadine before it was too late..."

He rose your hand to his lips and pressed them against your skin. A skinny trail of liquid could be felt trickling onto your fingers.

"I failed as a husband and a father."

Your lips quivered from his words, emotions flooding your system like a dam bursting. You had to swallow down a sob as you reached for his other hand that held your ring.

Guilt entrapped your heart as you came face to face with your issues. You know it wasn't his fault; you know you can't blame him anymore. You've been telling yourself the same thing for years.

Sh*tty things happen to good people for no reason, and it's about working through it.

"Put it back on me." Katsuki's optics flickered open to meet your gaze. "Put the ring back on my finger, please..."

The man hesitated, his body stiff as he contemplated profoundly.

"Put the f*cking ring on my finger and f*ck me, or I'll just do it myself."

"Don't rush me, woman!"

You scrunched your nose in response. Katsuki placed a lingering kiss on your ring finger before carefully sliding on the gold band.

The cool metal was a familiar sensation that made your tummy swirl and tingle. The sight was a bit nostalgic, like the memory years ago when he first placed the engagement ring on your finger and now mashing together.

Flexing your hand, you glanced back at the male and cocked your head to the side on the mattress.

"I'm not gonna say I love you just because we reconciled; I still hate you." You stated, which yielded a minuscule smile to appear on the man's lips.

"I didn't expect you to." He hummed to himself while leaning forward. The hero pressed his lips against your stomach, littering your bare skin with wet kisses until he switched to sucking the soft flesh.

Katsuki's hands migrated to your back, his fingers unclipping your bra, and were quick to remove it from your torso.

You were bare; the moonlight peering in from the windows allowed for the man to view your the way your chest rose and fall with your ragged breathing.

A few patches of skin were scarred and gnarled from the fire all those years ago. Gingerly his hands traveled to the area on the side of your ribs and caressed the sensitive layer.

"Don't touch it." You ordered, your lips quivering in disgust as you grasped his wrist and attempted to pull him away.

He leaned upwards to gaze at your face; however, you refused to meet his eyes. His hold on your body grew tighter, your ribs pressing into his palms while he leaned forward.

You could hear his breathing grow closer as his lips lightly met your cheek. He continued his smooches down to your jawline...around the curve of your throat...his tongue sweeping against your bare collarbone before he reached back upwards and grasped your chin with his hands.

Slowly your glossy (e/c) optics met his, your one working eye taking in his moonlit appearance. "You are so pretty." He breathed as if he were in the presence of an immortal deity.

His face leaned downwards so he could place a single swift kiss on your lips. "And I love everything about you, marked or not."

The hero's words were snatching the air from within your lungs, forcing the inner corner of your eyes to burn with more tears fogging your eyes.

Your hands flew to shield your eyes from his probing gaze whilst a hiccup reverberated into the air. You felt so vulnerable and overwhelmed by the event taking place.

Years you had spent insulting your own self, disgusted by your appearance, revolted by your disabilities.

You've never allowed anyone to get close enough to sway you off your negative thoughts or appreciate your body.

Much less receiving attention from your estranged husband that always had a place in your shrunken heart, even if you always denied it.

You felt like a crybaby for the number of times you've wept this night. It was a weakness, a sore spot that you never wanted to acknowledge.

Distracted by your thoughts, you didn't even realize that your husband removed your shoes and was peeling down your pants.

"W-Wait!" You stuttered, your thighs clenching together in an attempt to stop his movements. "There's...There's more burn's on my legs."

He shook his head lightly, his ash-blond hair glimmering in the moonlight. "And? I love every part of it too."

Your lips pursed curtly as you stayed silent but slowly you relaxed your legs and allowed for your husband to remove your pants and undergarment.

The vulnerability only grew with your complete nudeness, everything on for show. He could see it all now, the small scarred and burn patches along your legs, the imperfections and indents in your left shin from your numerous surgeries.

Embarrassing it all was to appear damaged and wounded but the man above you didn't appear to think the same.

His breathing became audible, his hands gingerly dusting across your legs as if he couldn't believe you were real, as if you were a dream that had finally managed to come true.

Your tummy fluttered whilst your cl*t throbbed from his actions. The mound between your legs felt slick with arousal as your body yearned for sensations you hadn't felt in years.

Leisurely the hero's calloused fingers reached down to your left shin where he rose it off the soft mattress.

Just like how his lips met your neck and he kissed it with fervor, he did the same along the deep scars. He trailed his smooches all over so nothing was left untouched.

He admired your wounds while you were appalled by them.

How could this man love you so much? How could he still kiss you when you had blood on your hands, both innocent and villainous?

Katsuki should know how disgusting your body is, so why was he still able to touch you as if you weren't repulsive?

"Do you love me?" You questioned, barely able to speak with a voice.

The man's vermillion optics flickered up to meet your gaze as he placed one more kiss on the surgical scar under your knee.

"I love you like you love the stars." He murmured along your leg, his warm breath tickling your skin.

You didn't respond. Instead, you laid back silently and allowed him to continue. His warm wet kisses resumed their assault on your skin as he rose up your leg, advancing up your inner thighs that had you already trembling.

By the time he finally reached your c*nt, he could visibly see the strings of slicks attaching to your bottom.

Was it the fact that you hadn't been touched in years that left you so sensitive? Or maybe it was because your estranged husband dipped every kiss with passion, already well-versed in what made you quake and tremble?

It was embarrassing, but the man didn't tantalize or mock you for it; no he simply appeared as a starved beast.

"Pretty girl." He murmured lowly, his breathing hitting your sensitive c*nt which yielded a quick short inhale.

Katsuki gripped your thighs and separated them like smooth butter. Just as how he kissed every inch of your body, his lips smooched on the edges of your sl*ts.

You whimpered aloud, clenching over nothing and desiring for him to kiss that throbbing cl*t. It was as if your heartbeat fell down to the bud, pulsating for attention.

Too proud and stubborn to tell him what you wanted, you let his slow kisses and licks torture you until finally his lips wrapped around your cl*t and sucked.

"A-Ah~!" The wail was louder than you expected. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment whilst your hands flew down to his spiky hair.

You tangled your fingers within his locks and tugged, his lips forming into a coy grin against your skin.

The hero didn't convey any snarky remarks to your reaction. He removed his mouth around your cl*t so he could lick along your entrance that secreted your arousal.

Your slick was hot, practically burning against the flat pad of his tongue but he devoured it like liquor and craving more like an addict.

"F*ck!" You cursed under your breath as your husband greedily consumed your essence.

Sweat coated in your skin on the mattress, your hair stuck to your jaw, and your bruised neck.

His tongue was like heaven with the way passion jolted and spread up your abdomen and legs. You were consumed in a hazy lust, entrapped in intense eros that had your tongue lay heavy in your mouth.

Whatever was transpiring out his intimate licking and sucking was unknown to you. Katsuki knew such facts and used them to his advantage.

Two of his fingers prodded at your hole for a moment before pressing in and sliding inside until he was knuckle deep.

A gasp lay stuck in your throat, your hips bucking upwards with your heated walls clenching around his extremities.

The pressure of a part of himself penetrating into you had your stomach fluttering. Your toes curled, your lone thigh that he had released to enter you had slammed against his head.

He hummed at your reaction, his lidded gaze meeting yours for a moment as he observed the way you could barely even breathe properly.

It was as if his belly was not only becoming full with your juices, but also the sight of your debauched expression.

Words couldn't explain the way your abdomen tingled and spread throughout all of your veins. The tugging on his hair grew harsher the more the ache in your bellow grew.

His fingers felt more of your natural lubrication seeping out of your entrance, indicating to him your growing arousal. Clearly, you were enjoying it, especially with the way you sucked in your abdomen and squeezed around him.

In between licking your bundle of nerves, he placed kisses against your cl*t. His delicate plump lips apply a bit of pressure as he played around, tested spots inside that had you melting beneath him.

You wanted more, the sensation of reaching a peak so close but so far. Slowly you ground your hips up and down across his face, feeling a smirk on his lip.

Katsuki's long nimble fingers began to move, pulling out causing you to clench down even more on his extremities. You didn't want to release any of him at all, even if it was just his fingers.

The hero's fingers gradually began to thrust at a consistent pace. It was slow at first, allowing for him to feel the strength of your clenching velvety walls and witness the way you ground your hips harder for more stimulation.

He pulled back to swallow the slick that accumulated in his mouth before hollowing his cheeks again and swirling his tongue around your sensitive area. The pressure on those bundles of nerves had mewls leaving your lips and echoing all within your bedroom

The male observed your concupiscence-filled expression, watching with extreme interest as your lips stood agape and your eyes became glossy.

He could see your stomach rising and falling with every quick sharp breath you made. Suddenly he hummed, letting the vibrations stimulate the sensorial nerves.

It felt like a tingling sensation that was becoming almost too overwhelming. You tugged on his hair and swallowed whatever saliva was in your mouth strenuously.

Your husband gave your little cl*t another lick before his tongue dragged downwards, circling around slits before letting some of your liquids of arousal pool on his tongue just below your entrance. The action caused you to shudder and contract your stomach.

He wasn't even doing much but he had you dripping. The pace of his fingers was not even fast but he was pressing them against the sensitive areas inside your body.

You knew the man used to have you writhing, unable to walk for long periods of time but this...this was mindboggling. When did he get so skilled?

The mess couldn't have been any hotter for the hero. He pulled his tongue away only for a moment so he could kiss the slick, swallowing it with throaty gulps before returning back to your cl*t.

His plump lips pressed against it once again before he turned his head to the side and began to litter your thighs with kisses as well.

He made sure to pay extra attention to small burnt and scarred patches that yielded your limbs to tingle just as well.

Those wounds were so repulsive, you hated looking at them in the mirror but caressed them with his tender lips.

Katsuki began to suck on your soft supple skin, leaving behind red/purple bruises that stung with pain but tingled with pleasure.

All while at the same time he let the pace of his fingers increase and he brushed against sensitive spots inside.

There was this feeling in your lower abdomen, it was a pulsating sensation that was growing stronger by the second, alerting you of your nearing climax.

The ash-blonde could tell as well by the way you bucked your hips and moaned aloud. You were squeezing so tight around his fingers he knew that your body was approaching an org*sm.

His hand that had been holding your hips moved your left thigh where he was littering them love bites and he began to intimately trail the tips of his fingers against your sensitive skin.

Your thighs clamped tighter against his head as you squeezed your lower body around him. It was overwhelming with how good the man was doing and you hate to say, but damn, did you miss it.

Your throat was dry, your neck muscles hurt from the strain, and you felt exhausted. Your spine had a small divet in it, slightly arched and off the table.

Katsuki pulled back to look at his handiwork on your skin, a part of him enjoyed the sight of the marking he placed on your body. Something he had long overdue for years.

Teasingly slow he breathed in the scent of your arousal and lowered himself back on your sensitive nerves.

He hummed, grazing your cl*t slightly with his teeth before resuming to sucking it. He knew you were close, so close. Your body was notably heated against his face, burning with passion and desire the most out of anywhere in your body.

He hummed joyously and heaved a heavy sigh. "I've missed this taste."

Your hips bucked against his face, your fingers tugging harsher on his spiky hair. You were so close.

The feelings you were experiencing were indescribable. All you knew was that everything just felt so good but so overstimulated. You knew you were getting to end, right the edge of the cliff where you'd fall into a pool of blinding satisfaction.

And before you knew it your org*sm hit and flushed all through your body, surging through your bloodstream and pounding your head with bliss.

"A-Ah~! Sh*t!" Your voice was louder than it had before as you cried out.

Your stomach contracted, the abdominal muscles were tight from how much you sucked in your gut. You clenched as tightly as you could, squeezing his fingers so tight you thought you might break them.

Harshly your thighs clasped even more firmly against his head in a death hold that didn't look like it was going to loosen anytime soon.

With your spine arching from your climax, you lied your head back against the bed with your swollen lips parted. The sight itself was astounding for your husband.

The unadulterated ecstasy that displayed on your face was something the male just wish he could eat up. He couldn't have been any prouder of the fact that he had you in such a vulnerable state, shaking, barely even able to breathe because of the intense release he brought you to.

Katsuki leisurely lapped up the liquids of your climax, taking his time as he savored the taste and the texture of it against the soft pads of his tongue.

It had you shaking profoundly beneath him, twitching from your oversensitivity. Your eyes felt so heavy you could barely keep them open, fatigue took over all your limbs leaving you limp and quite feeble.

He pulled away slowly and kissed your cl*t as if it was a delicate flower. The action had you jolt in your spot and pull his head away from in between your legs.

His lips were a coy grin that dripped with your climax. The sight of it should have been embarrassing but there was just something about it that made your desire grow.

Releasing his hair you grasped the back of his neck and pulled him down to connect his lips with yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue that mixed with the taste of himself.

It was er*tic the way your naked sweaty body rested beneath him, greedily sucking on his tongue.

Your knee brushed against his crotch, the painful tent in his cargo pants so obviously in a desire to be plunged in your warmth.

He huffed in between the kiss with one of his hands grasping your cheek in his palms and pushing you deeper into the kiss.

So hungry, so ravenous the both of you were. It was beginning to turn animalistic with the way every thought dispersed from your heads and all there was left was the need to be conjoined.

Frantically the hero removed his wifebeater before doing the same with bottoms and boxers. He grasped your thighs so he could position himself between your legs and rested his heavy appendage on your tummy.

It went well past your navel with the tip dripping its pre-c*m onto your bruised torso.

Your fingers dragged down his firm chest, flicking over his nipple as he heaved a heavy sigh between the kiss.

"Think you can take me again?" He breathed, resting his forehead against yours with his thumb caressing your thighs.

You grinned at his words and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, the skin already slick with sweat. "Unless you're going to take away the sight of my other eye then I think I can."

He laughed in his throat as he released one of your legs to angle his body back and press the tip of his swelling c*ck at your drenched hole.

"Trust me; I'm gonna make you see white." He hummed.

Katsuki flicked the thick heavy head of his c*ck against your cl*t before resuming its place back at your entrance.

His hips pushed forward slowly, easing into you graciously. With every inch he entered in, you could feel the stretch of your body sending jolts all throughout your nerves.

It had been so long since you've been filled with something so warm, so rigid with stimulating veins along its surface.

You pulled his face down into your chest, your legs squeezing around his hips as the both of you sucked in a heavy breath.

The warm tight sensation of your body squeezing, molding around him had his throat tightening and hands gripping onto your thighs firmly.

It was a moment where neither one of you spoke and instead relished in the sensation of finally being together after years of separation.

Something about it just felt so right.

His crotch met yours when his length sheathed its entire self deep inside. There was no space between your bodies, the both of your chests pressing against one another, hands gripping each other's body.

How was it that his hips haven't even begun rocking and the both of you were already out of breath?

Was this just l*st or love?

You didn't know; you didn't care.

The close proximity of your bodies had the room become a feverish sauna. It only aided in arousing you more.

He was so deep inside, kissing your cervix that he could be felt twitching against your velvety walls.

"What? You're gonna c*m already?" You jeered.

The ash-blond huffed and rose his head so he could meet your gaze with his vermillion optics. "I recover fast."

Before you could reply, the hero rocked his hips back, his c*ck slipping from your depths. He could feel the way with every inch that was removed; you tightened as if refusing to let him go.

Answering your body's plea, he rolled himself back in, the tip grazing against those sensorial spots deep and shallow inside.

You found your voice only for a moment to cry out desperately. Only incoherent words were able to leave your lips and reverberate into the room.

Your mouth felt dry, your mind blanked, and the heat of your body increased. You couldn't help but feel a little dizzy from it all.

An intense org*sm already had been flushed through your veins, and he was arousing another so quickly. Your tummy tingled at the feeling of being so full.

It was like eating a large meal that made your stomach feel heavy and tired. Such a remarkable sensation that you could never ever forget.

An arch formed in your spine while you gripped onto his shoulders for dear life, with nails threatening to draw blood.

A lusty shaky moan left your lips that was mixed with his low grunts and groans. Drool dribbled down the corner of your lips as your teeth drove against each other tightly.

His c*ck twitched inside, and if possible, it felt as if he grew a size bigger with the way it swelled. "A-Ah." It came out from you broken, high-pitched.

You clenched down securely, the little butterflies that were felt dancing around in your tummy intensified.

At first, you thought his fingers and tongue were mindboggling inside of you, but clearly, you were wrong.

You had forgotten what he felt like inside of you, and Katsuki Bakugo was going to make sure you never forget again.

Your head was thrown back against the bed, your body jolting in the intimate missionary position. Your hips bucked against him as your tense fingers hurt from how hard you gripped his body.

His hips jerked as he quickly gained momentum and rolled his hips continuously. Katsuki at first attempted to be much more tender and take his time but he too was losing himself in the heat of your body.

He was using every muscle of his body to penetrate you deeply and ripple pleasure through your veins.

The male was being clenched down by your inner walls, sucking him in even deeper. The head of his c*ck just briefly brushing against your cervix.

Your core that was clenching down on his member fitted tighter around him, allowing you to feel every thick vein that protruded against the skin of his c*ck.

You molded so tightly around him as if your body was trying to keep him inside as much as possible. You never wanted to let him go.

The pace of his delightfully rocking hips grew. Every time he rocked his hips forward he pressed the head of his c*ck harder against the entrance to your womb.

Your moans of pleasure grew louder from his actions, your own body writhing and crying out for more. The man could barely make out some of the mumblings he was hearing from you but there were some things he could make out.

He could hear clearly when you begged for more of him. He could hear just how good he was making you feel.

The force he used to rock his hips made your body bounce on the mattress.

Your eyes were rolling in the back of your head and a slight ringing appeared in your ears.

That memorable sensation in your lower abdomen returned. A tight pulsating feeling that could only mean one thing.

Your org*sm was arising, your abdomen clenching while you sucked in your stomach. The pressure of one of his hands pressing down on your tummy added an extra sense of pleasure.

Katsuki grunted aloud and doubled the pace of his thrust as every firm muscle of his tightened and flexed. His crotch met yours with a rhythmic clap as his c*ck began to pulsate at the entrance to your womb.

Your whole body was trembling as your climax grew closer and closer. Your peak was there at the edge. You could feel it once again, waiting to be released.

His rolling hips increased, sloppy but intense as he focused more on reaching deep and hitting your sensitive areas.

Your body that was already as tight as can be held even tighter onto him than before causing another low grunt to leave his lips.

"You take me so well, baby."

With the overwhelming amount of stimulation flooding through your body, the tight tingling sensation in your lower abdomen basically released.

You cursed under your breath, your words slurred and barely audible from biting into the covers. Your toes curled, your thighs pressing against his toned hips and squeezing him as tightly as you could.

He leaned forward for a moment to place a kiss on your marked ribs before doing the same on your swollen lips

"Squeeze me just like that." He hummed. "C*m so I can see your pretty face like before."

Every muscle in your body contracted with your body tensing up while you sucked in your stomach.

A second org*sm raked through your body, and the male couldn't believe how much tighter you could squeeze down on him as you came.

The liquids of your org*sm milked his c*ck, the presence of it being seen on his member every time he had pulled out.

You reached the very peak of your ecstasy as it burst and spread all throughout your body. Pleasure rushed throughout your veins like adrenaline would.

You saw white with your hearing suddenly zoning in and out, the only thing you could catch was the man's muffled grunts and groans in your ears.

"K-Katsuki!" You had called his name for the first time in years and it made all bit of control and constraint diminish from his body.

He was hitting the deepest areas of your body while the heat of his skin wafted off onto yours. His large hands held you so tight as he absolutely dominated your frame.

The creamy white liquid of your org*sm pooled around the base of his c*ck and spread across your folds that were already sopping wet.

As the ash-blond continued to thrust sloppily, the liquids of your arousal and climax smeared all over his crotch and dripped down your bottom cheeks.

Just having another intense climax not even a moment later had made everything extra sensitive. You quivered underneath, unable to hold back the deafening cries of pleasure.

Katsuki could feel you trembling underneath him and knew that it was the perfect time to let himself go.

And not even a moment later did the male suddenly feel that unbearably tight tingling sensation in his abdomen, signifying he reached the peak of his org*sm.

Ecstacy flowed through his veins as his member twitched within your walls. His pace slowed as he came, his c*ck spurting out thick hot jets of c*m that pooled within your womb.

He painted your insides white as he pressed his chest against your own and wrapped his arms around your torso. He pressed himself so hard against your frame it was as if he trying to connect your bodies together forever.

The sensation of his release spilling into you felt ever so warm, like a heating pad atop your abdomen where your womb was.

"F*ck baby, you're sucking me dry." His voice was right in your ear, the deep gutturalness of his tone rattling your bones.

He slowed his hips until he was unmoving and still inside of you. He pumped every bit of what he had inside and drove it as deep as he could inside your body.

You hummed softly, releasing his slightly bleeding shoulders whilst you swallowed the saliva in your mouth. It quenched the itchiness in the back of your throat and subdued the uncomfortableness.

Much like your husband's words from earlier that night, his c*ck swelled healthily inside again, and he was quick to switch you into a different position.

You stared at him with wide eyes that quickly fluttered shut with another thrust of his hips.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

The rising and falling of his bare chest were rhythmical, followings its own tune with every subconscious breath he took.

You don't know how long you've observed his peaceful frame, but you desired to memorize every single attribute that was visible.

The faint scent of his cologne wafted into your lungs which you greedily devoured like it was your last breath. With careful and cautious movements, you used the table next to the bed to stand on your feet.

You limped along the wall as you exited the bedroom and ambled weakly to the living room. Your thighs ached, and so did the back of your knees.

It was odd for your legs to hurt not of pain but fatigue, you kind of liked it.

The cool metal of your cane was a sensation you didn't realize you had missed until now. Using its stability to assist in your walking, you made your way to the patio doors where you opened it.

Stepping out into the backyard in the dead of night, cool wind brushed against your skin. Even with your clothes covering your body, goosebumps still rose across your limbs.

You tapped the cane lightly on the wooden porch before resting against the railing. Your thoughts began to swirl, as you remembered something.

How much longer was Esau going to be?

Even if you had somewhat reconciled with your husband, nothing was going to be the same anymore. You still held love for him within your shrunken heart, but it wasn't like it was before.

It just wasn't the same.

You couldn't kiss him without remembering how your lips spewed hate and war. You couldn't continue to touch him with your tainted hands of blood and crimes.

As ironic as it was, Katsuki was purer than you could ever be, and to even be around him felt wrong. He wasn't part of your world anymore and you could never be part of his.

You made it your life's goal to make everyone else feel your pain, whether it was them disabling too or killing them with no remorse.

How could you stay with Katsuki when he dedicated his life to arresting people like you?

A sigh left your lips, its noise becoming silenced by the howling wind. A creak immediately caught your attention which prompted you to angle your head back to see the source of the bluster.

The sight of his distinguishable ash-blond hair came into view, and you relaxed instantly. "You were snoring fairly loudly; I didn't think you would wake up so soon." You mused, turning the rest of your body, so your back rested against the railing.

Katsuki rolled his vermillion optics with amusement as he stepped forward to your body. His arms wrapped around your waist and held you close to his chest.

You could hear his steady heartbeat and the warmth of his body through your clothes. Your face fell upon the contact, your mind just thinking of how repulsive your body was compared to him.

In the midst of your l*stful and almost drunken haze, you didn't have the ability to stop his tender, intimate touches.

Your hands rested on his chest as you attempted to pull away. "Katsuki-" The rest of your words were replaced with a gasp.

A searing pain spread through your back, every nerve igniting on fire. You glanced down with jerking movements; the tip of something pointed peaked out scarcely from your chest.

The heat of your heavily bleeding wound was slowly starting to dissipate and replace with a numbing coldness.

A trail of the same metallic liquid trickled down from the corner of your lips. Glancing up with the same jerking movements, you gazed into the hero's glimmering vermillion optics.

"Ah." The sound was barely above the howling wind. "Thank you." You grinned at him so brilliantly it rivaled the stars. "Thank you so much for finally letting me go..."

With the last bit of energy you had, you closed your glossy (e/c) eyes and caressed his warm cheek one last time with your tainted hands.

Katsuki carefully lowered your body onto the wooden porch while removing the weapon he used to take away your miserable life.

He laid your arms across your chest, posing you like an angelic angel as his figure began to shimmer. Where you once thought stood your estranged husband now visibly revealed it was the body of another.

Of Esau.

His earthy brown optics gazed upon your face, a trail of blood following the path of his fingers before he stood to his feet.

Without even batting an eye, he twisted his torso to avoid a powerful blast that split a tree in two behind him.

Almost leisurely, he glanced up and met with the enranged face of the Hero Dynamight.

"You, what did you do to (Y/n)!?" He bellowed, hands flaring in color as he readied himself to attack again.

The young man simply directed his attention back down to your frame. "You weren't going to give her what she wanted, so I decided to do it for you." He replied cooly.

Katsuki shot his body forward, his palms blasting explosions. "That wasn't your f*cking decision to make!"

Esau elegantly twisted away with refined movements, and he held his hands out, one of them clutching your black cane.

"This was her wish, to be reunited with Nadine and Zahir by your own hands."

At that very moment, Katsuki Bakugo realized that he had once again lost his first and last love. Only this time, you wouldn't ever come back to him again.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

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[sea-owl]

The thing about the Fae is everything is the know the importance of words, names, and promises. So in their culture, Fae propose to each other by promising to have their beloved's first born. When a Fae finds their soulmate is human, they never specify HOW they will get their firstborn, which is how many humans have been stolen away. Thus why humans think Fae asks for people's first borns as payment but not knowing the truth. So cue young Colin running into a cute little Penelope lost in the woods and promising he'll lead her out, for a price. Once she is safely home, Penelope gleefully kisses him on the cheek and she promises he can have her first born before skipping back into her house leaving a dazed Colin behind. The young Fae had been planning to ask her for food as payment but somehow ended up getting a fiance instead!

Wait your telling me I can do an au where the spouses are trying to be what they think is pragmatic with a fey deal by promising them their firstborns and then horny Bridgerton fayes be like “Well I wasn’t expecting to get engaged today but deal.”

That’s hilarious. Let’s do it. 

Kathony: The Sharmas were near financial ruin, yet Edwina still had girlhood hopes of a love match. Kate, wanting her sister to be happy placed her bets with a fey deal despite Mary's warnings. They can't be too different from the apsara right? Wrong, Kate messed up. On the day she went out to the woods to make the deal she wore her favorite lily scent to calm herself. Well guess who that attracted. Kate tried so hard not to lose her temper, but that damn fey man was so vexing and how she supposed to know she was talking to the heir of the Aubrey Court? "Do you want me to give you my damn firstborn or not!?" Anthony should have been offended, but he was having fun. So he sealed the deal with a kiss, then Kate proceeded to bite his bottom lip.

Benophie: Look Sophie just wanted to get away from her stepmother, if she’s gotta make a deal with the fey to do so and potentially give away a firstborn she never planned to have then so be it. She just never expected Benedict trying to seal the deal with him as her baby daddy and . . .wait husband? What do you mean he wants to be her husband? Oh great he’s a nudist too. Maybe she’ll marry him if he stops showing up everywhere naked. 

Polin: They were the first to be engaged and had been engaged the longest, unknown to Penelope. Penelope was raised along the border of the Fey lands so she has heard all the stories, and warning that adults must tell their children in an attempt to keep them safe. Little Penelope didn’t mean to go into the woods that day, but she was so hurt by the mean things her sisters said. Her crying attracted a young fey. Penelope discovered her talent for words that day when she managed to keep up with the fey boy in witty comebacks. Amused the fey boy said he will lead her out for a price. Penelope agreed, because it was starting to get dark and at the fear of the dark overrode the warnings of not excepting fey deals. By the time they got back to the border where Penelope’s house sat she remembered that she owed him now. She sealed the deal with a promise of the most common one she has heard of, her firstborn. Colin was looking to get food, now he’s got a little fiancé. Well at least she’s witty with her words, that will come in handy when it’s time for Colin to steal her away back to the Aubrey Court. 

Saphne: Simon just wanted to be left alone, and maybe a little revenge. His father also always went on about the old stories of how old families would sometimes mix their blood with those of magical origin and how lucky they were that the Basset line never had too. Right before turning around and saying preserving that line was waste since it led to Simon. One bad day, and one rant from his father later Simon was marching through the woods to make a deal with the fey for a daughter with magical blood. He was gonna give that man a heart attack, and kill the Basset name. Daphne, who wanted a marriage herself, was eager to make the deal. She got to have fun tormenting a human and she got a family out of it? That's the best kind of deal for her.

Philoise: Eloise was probably a little different for her engagement because she went out to find herself a human man for her husband. I mean her older siblings seem pretty happy and in love with their human spouses, so there’s gotta be one for her right? Then she hears stories how her cousin Marina had once been married to a human before she decided to become one with nature once more. Curiosity peaked so she went out to find Sir Phillip Crane of Romney Hall. Eloise found chaos, and she was excited. Phillip was in desperate need for help with his children, their half fey nature made them much more mischievous than any full human child. When Eloise showed up Phillip knew what getting into another deal would bring, but he was desperate. Eloise did have to change the wording a little bit though. “In exchange for my help with the children you will give me my firstborn,” Eloise said as she made herself comfortable. 

Francheal: See Francesca originally had a deal with John, technically the deal was with the Earl of Kilmartin, but when he died before the deal could be completed she transferred it to Michael. The next thing she had to do was track down her new fiance. It's ok, unlike some of her siblings she can be patient for her new fiance to give her their firstborn.

Grucy: Something in Lucy snapped when her human fiancé admitted to her that he was gay and was only going through with their arrangement because his father forced him. She thought before then they could grow to love one another but now she knows while they were currently friends it would be nothing more. The next day she marched up to Gregory, one of her friend’s, Hermione’s, potential suitors and offered him her firstborn. She knew he wasn’t human and was possibly her last chance to get out of this arrangement. She just never expected that he would crash her wedding so she can marry him instead. 

Hyareth: Gareth wanted answers so bad he went to make a deal for them. He gets it he’s the unwanted affair baby but then why did his adopted father even keep him? What obligation did that man have that forced his hand? Hyacinth was delighted at the thought of a treasure hunt, even if it was for knowledge. Plus she gets cute husband who will make cute babies out of the deal. Win-win for her. 

Viscountess Violet Bridgerton, ruler of the Aubrey Court is laughing her ass off every time one of her children come home reporting that they are now engaged to a new human. All these schemers who try to get out their debts to her by trying arrange a marriage to one of her children now have to actually pay up. Plus she gets so many cute new children to dote on and grandchildren to spoil when her new children fulfill their vow. 

[idioticsky]

Hello- hi- I'm sorry for so little updates but hey, new stuff for things you check my page for-

I have been working on the rottmnt thing don't worry for whoever wanted to see that, but this post is mainly for something else

And that something else is Psychonauts, that's right, I collaborated with @doodle17 to make a Psychonauts au called Welcome new campers! (Also tw for mentions of abuse and murder)

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This au is a future au that mixes bits of doodle's own future au and new characters, but unlike that au it mainly focuses on the kids over at Whispering rock and the new interns which I can tell you a bit about now and give some picrew visuals (or at least the closest I can to how they look and I'll try to find the links to the ones I used and add them later, but I wanna get this out first)

First: Sora Elliott Zanotto

Sora is one of the older campers coming in at the age of 14, he used to live with his father who normally abused him and his mother before she was murdered by him and he got away with it over lack of evidence and he bribed the jury. During the time he still lived with his father he used camp as a way to escape his home for a few months where he learned how to use pyrokinesis before ending up getting adopted by Lili. He dresses like a gay little emo (cuz that's what he is) and he hates most people cuz trust issues, but will warm up to you if you start talking about music or bands he likes. He has a bit of medical knowledge cuz he would try to help his mother whenever he could when she was alive, including stitches and bandaging up wounds, he can even do a minor surgery if he's asked to.

Second we have the twins: Callie and Milo Tucker

Callie and Milo are some of the younger campers at the age of 9. They're little balls of chaos who love to mess with people and cause mischief. Callie love to levitate out of people's reach and throw water balloons at them while Milo (who can see the dead) just loves to throw people away with telekinesis so he can talk with his ghost friends alone, he really only let's Lili, Milla or D'art get close. These two have older sister that will be talked about later and two parents who have a hard time dealing with them most days. Their clothes match most of the time and they love it, makes them feel special to one another. But yeah, they're chaotic, they're cute, and I love them.

Third: Marshall Watts

He's one of the only non psychics on this roster, being one of two. He's an intern who's just there to help with paperwork. Not too much is known about him other than that he's a psychic fan boy. He's also Sora's partner that Raz doesn't really like for whatever reason.

Next is is the start of doodle's little friends and I love them: Margo Teef

(Note: I copy and pasted all of this from a convo doodle and I had) He was raised by his non-psychic grandparents after his mom left when he was a baby and his father was nowhere to be found. Other than that, he's had an okay life, other than the fact he couldn't afford a way to get to and participate at camp which made him really sad. It ended up in him actually sneaking into the camp and running into his hero Raz! (But he had no idea it was raz at first) his personality is pretty simple. He's kind of shy, but always up for an adventure, as well as being super nerdy lol. If you bring up something about comics or the Psychonauts he'll start rambling for hours put of nowhere.

And next: Natalie Fealt

She's a punk girl who isn't afraid to tell you how things are. She lived with her dads and still kinda misses them now that she lives in the dorms at the motherlobe. She interns under Adam but is a little upset that she didn't get Lizzie or Lili as her mentor, but Adam is nice enough.

Now we have one of my favorite little goobers: Shirley Adams

She's very strange and very loveable in my eyes. She normally has a weird fact or two up her sleeves and is never in one place for too long. She mentors under Gisu, and as per Doodle's words (or at least close) will take any chance she can to escape. She'll come back like an hour or two later with bugs in her hair or on the back of a goat or something.

Finishing up: Luca Nein

As his name suggests he's the child of Milla Vodello and Sasha Nein themselves. He's not really an intern, but hangs around them enough to be like one. He's kinda a germaphobe and if you cough near him he'll freak out. He tries his best in what he wants to do and we love him for that.

Alright! This is the basics for the interns+ Luca! I'll have to make a part two for the camp councilors and other adults that are featured in this au but I hope you guys have fun with this! This au is still a work in progress, we still need a solid story to figure out as well as a few other things, and you guys are free to give any suggestions you want!

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I'm finding the depictions of Dean and Sam parenting of Jack a little… caricatural maybe? With Sam being 100% supportive and Dean acting like John 2.0. This post is not to blame Sam or to pretend Dean acts perfectly, but I find some points are left aside too often.

Cas, about Jack (season 12)

Cas planned to kill Kelly, at first.

Cas (12x19): This has nothing to do with my reputation. I am doing this for the Winchesters. I-I stole the Colt to keep them out of this mission and to keep them safe from Dagon, and I– I will kill this girl so that Sam and Dean don't have to.

Dean and Sam know this. They know Cas' plan. They know what Cas did in the past (in particular to Lily Sunders and her daughter) and they try to come with another solution, removing Jack's power so he and his mother can both live.

The first shift about Jack is in episode 12. He uses his powers on Cas and, suddenly, Cas says: "I've been so lost. I'm not lost anymore. And I know now that this child must be born with all of his power. (…) I have faith. We have to go."

Kelly: What did he tell you? Cas: He didn't tell me. He showed me. The future.

Cas (12x23): I saw… I saw the future. I saw a world without pain or hunger or want. I saw the world that this child… that your child… will create. And it is a world without fear and without suffering and without hate. I saw paradise.

(Paradise being

okay, okay, I stop)

This change leads to:

Dean and Jack (end of season 12 and beginning of season 13)

Dean to Cas (12x19): Okay, whatever that thing did to you, we're not just gonna let you walk away.

Dean to Sam (12x20): Okay, so last night…that Super Mario power-up crap? That wasn't Cas. That freaking baby isn't even born yet and it sock puppeted him. Think about it. Cas said that he had faith in Lucifer Jr.? What the hell is that supposed to mean? (…) Seriously I mean up until now if Cas messed up, if he did something wrong, but he thought it was for the right reasons, I got it. Right? But last night, when I looked at him, I did not recognize the guy staring back at me.

And this is Dean who, at this point, saw Cas being mind-controlled by Naomi and used as a vessel by Lucifer. Both times he felt something was off, without quite figuring it out. (He also met Jimmy Novak, Meta!Misha and the Leviathans)

Episode 12x23

Cas: You don't have to worry. The child, he opened this door. He'll close it. Dean: You sure about that? Cas: I have faith. Dean: Really? In your unborn baby-God? Cas: Yes. Dean: Well, then, you're a dumbass.

Dean, to Sam: Yeah. You know, Cas has faith in this kid. (…) I hope he's right. But me? I have faith in us. You, me, Mom, Cas. And Crowley. Sometimes.

Episode 13x01

Dean: No. No, nothin's changed. He's still the Devil's kid. He's still evil. He still brainwashed Kelly and Cas. And even if he hasn't gone Big Bad yet, he will. Sam: You don't know that. Dean: Yeah, I do. 'Cause when have things ever gone right for us? So until I figure out a way to end him, we'll bring him home. At least there, the only people he can hurt are you and me.

Episode 13x02

Sam: Look… losing Mom and Cas, that’s a lot to process, Dean, especially on no sleep. And the kid— Dean: The "kid"? Come on, man, you know how this plays out. Look, when we try to bend the rules, pretend that the bad guys aren’t so bad or that things will get fixed, that’s when people that we care about get hurt. And then we end up doing what we should've done in the first place, which is end the problem. So this time, let's start with the obvious. Soon as I find a way to take care of… It. Sam: Okay, look, yeah, Jack is on Lucifer's family tree. But we don't know if that DNA is stronger than Kelly's, or his connection with Cas. Dean: Oh, you mean the connection that got Cas killed?

Episode 13x03

Dean: I told him the truth. See, you think you can use this freak but I know how this ends and it ends bad. (…) Look, I know you think that you can use him as some sort of an interdimensional can-opener and that’s fine, but don't act like you care about him! Because you only care about what he can do for you! So if you want to pretend, that’s fine! But me? I can hardly look at the kid! Because when I do all I see is everybody we've lost! Sam: Mom chose to take that shot at Lucifer. That is not on Jack! Dean: And what about Cas? Sam: What about Cas? Dean: He manipulated him, he made him promises, said, paradise on earth and Cas bought it and you know what that got him? It got him dead! Now you might be able to forget about that, but I can't!

There are two major points straining Dean's beginning of relationship with Jack: what happened to Cas and the Winchesters' past experiences with trying to make exceptions.

And then-

Episode 13x04

Dean: All right, well, you said you wanted to help, so, uh… dig. Sam: Dean, what's up with all the orders? You're starting to sound like Dad. Dean: That a bad thing? Sam: I'm just saying his drill sergeant act worked with you… but it didn't work with me. And that's not the way we're gonna get through to Jack. Dean: Look, you wanted the kid here, he’s here. All right? But I'm not gonna hold his hand and tuck him in at night. Pass. I'm not gonna be his mother, and neither are you. And the kid can dig, so I'll give him that.

Dean: You gotta snap these cuffs. Jack: I can't. Dean: Yes, you can. Sammy believes in you, and when he believes, he'll go Hell for leather…but you gotta try.

Dean, to Jack: You did good today, Jack.

So, Sam compares Dean's behavior to John's and, in the very same episode, Dean starts treating Jack differently. I will not believe the two points aren't connected.

(Not-truly-related-note but I would have liked Dean being able to acknowledge to Sam he didn't think their father perfect and their childhood nice, instead of telling to literally everyone but him :/)

Dean, to Sam: And maybe you're right, about the kid. I mean, he tries. I'll give him that. And he tapped his powers, saved our ass, so that's a win.

(And in the next episode, Dean tries to die, but everyone remembers that.)

Sam and Jack (beginning of season 13)

Sam wasn't only caring about Jack's well-being. He was also interested by what his power could do for him. He doesn't talk about guiding him, but about teaching him and molding him according to his principles.

Episode 13x01

Jack: I don't know why these things happen. It's like I'm me, but… not me. Sam: Jack, look, before you were born, you opened up a door to another world. Do you remember that? Jack: Yes. Sam: Okay, could you do that again?

Sam, to Dean: Jack is not evil. He—he—he's just a kid. (…) We need him.

Sam: You wanna say anything? Jack: I… What do you say? Sam: Right. Thank you. You say thank you. And you say you're sorry. You hope they're somewhere without sadness or pain. You hope they're somewhere better. You say goodbye.

(The 'you say you're sorry' imply some guilt)

Episode 13x02

Sam: Dean, "the problem" might be our only shot at saving Mom.

Sam: So, Jack, we know Kelly taught you things before you were born. And obviously, you can, you know, make people or things move with your mind. But, what else can you do? Jack: I don't know. Sam: Okay. For instance, say you wanted to be someplace else right now. Could you?

Sam: Dean, whatever his powers are or will be… if we train him properly, they could be used for good.

Sam: I'm just saying, Jack doesn't have to be evil. We can teach him not to be.

Sam: I'll tell you what. You got some special skills, Jack. That's for sure. We just need to make sure we get a grip on them, so… so you don't hurt anybody. (…) And right now, we need to protect you. But we may also need to protect people from you. Jack: Maybe I'm not worth all this. Sam : Your mom thought you were. So did Cas. So do I.

Sam: He seems to have a real attachment to his mom, but only kinda a fuzzy idea about his dad. And his mom, Kelly, was a really good person, so that makes me think Jack can be molded the right way. Asmodeus: Mm, molded. I hope you're right.

(And a little parallel with Asmodeus' intentions)

Episode 13x03

Sam: Dean, we need him. (…) Mom…

Jack: Train me. To what? Sam: I've seen what you can do, Jack. You're powerful, but you have to learn to control it. You know, to focus. Jack: So I don't hurt anyone, anymore. Sam: Exactly. See this pencil? I want you to move it. With your mind.

(Another emphasis on Jack's possibility of turning wrong.)

Jack: I can't. Nothing. I'm useless. Sam: Alright. Jack, when you did use your powers, what was it like? Jack: I don't… It was like, breathing, blinking. It just happens. Sam: Even with Asmodeus, that just happened? Jack: No, he made me. It was like, like he was in my head. Sam: Okay, then imagine him doing that. Jack: No! Sam: No? Why not? Jack: Because I don't want to! It's just… I can't do this!

(Which wasn't the most thoughtful, empathic and caring idea)

Sam: Okay, but why is it so hard? I've seen you throw people across the room. I've been thrown across the room by you. I've seen you open a gate to hell and now nothing? It doesn't make any sense.

Sam: I think that, after everything that's happened you're probably scared to use your power, and me pressuring you certainly isn't helping. Jack: Really? Sam: Really. What do you say we call it? Until I figure out a better way. How does that sound?

Episode 13x04

Sam: Jack, I really think this would be good for you. You know, maybe a change of scenery might— Jack: Get my powers working again? Sam: Yeah, maybe. Jack: So I can be your "interdimensional can opener"? You're using me. Sam: Jack… when you were born, it ripped a hole in reality. Like a—like a door from this world to another, to a… a really bad, bad place. So—so Dean and Cas, and I, we—we closed that door. But… our Mom, Mary, she's trapped on the other side. If we can get your powers back, maybe we can open that door up. Maybe… Jack: You wanna save her. Sam: Yeah. Yeah, I do. But… if this doesn't work, if that can't happen, that's okay, because I do care about you. But I should've told you. I'm sorry. It's a lot and, uh… Jack: Dean can't even look at me. He wants to kill me. Sam: I won't let that happen. Listen, if there's one thing that Dean respects, it's effort. So come along. Help us out. Let's go be the good guys.

About Mary's death (seasons 14 and 15)

Episode 14x20

Dean: Sam, I know this isn't easy, okay? He—I know how much he meant to you. He meant a lot to me. He was family. But this? This is not Jack anymore. He's hurting, he's killing people. This isn't gonna be easy, but we're gonna have to do the hard thing. We're gonna have to do the ugly thing. (…) Ain't like it's the first time, though, right?

(Which was basically the whole reason he hadn't wanted to treat Jack as a person in the beginning.)

Dean: He killed our mom. Sam: I get it. I was mad, too. Or you know what? Hell, I'm still mad. And a part of me wants Jack dead. It really does. But, Dean, we haven't even tried to save him.

And, in the end, he wasn't able to kill him.

Episode 15x14

Jack: Do you still think I'm a monster? Dean: Okay, I'm just going to say this, okay? Just get it out there. Jack. I'm trying, okay? I really am. But what you did, that's not easy to forget. Now I was angry with you, for a while. And maybe I still am a little bit, okay? But I'm not gonna let some evil Mary Poppins take you out. Do you understand?

Dean was working on forgiving Jack about Mary's death. I repeat: Dean was working on forgiving Jack about Mary's death. Mary, the only person John loves, the one whose disappearance destroys their family (from Dean's POV). She's supposed to be protected above everything else.

About Cas' and Sam's view of Dean about Jack

Episode 13x04

Jack: Dean can't even look at me. He wants to kill me. Sam: I won't let that happen.

(Great implying Dean would actually kill him.)

But-

Episode 14x20 (after Mary's death)

Cas: You should never have tried to lock him away. Dean: You know what? You're right. I never wanted to put him in that damn box. I wanted him dead. Cas: Dean. Dean: He's dangerous, Cas, and you knew it! You've known it for a long time! But that's okay. You know why? Because me and Sam, we've killed just about everything there is. And this -- Jack -- oh, we'll find a way. Because he's just another monster. Cas: You don't mean that.

Remember that one of them thought the Colt was in the safe while the other knew where the Colt truly was in fact.

[starstruckmoony]

wish you were sober.

masterlist

pairing - sirius black x reader

summary - you're drunk and try to kiss sirius. he rejects you 'cause you aren't sober. then the same thing happens again, but the other way around.

trope - friends to lovers (non-magic au!), fluff

word count - 2.9k

warnings - drinking, vomiting, mentions of sex, language

you were pretty drunk, to say the least.

parties were something you would usually regret going to five minutes after arriving, yet you always managed to wind up in them. this time, the biggest one yet was being held at james potter's house. you were pretty sure he invited the whole bloody year over. good thing his parents were away for that week. he just happened to be another one of your and sirius' good mates, so you didn't even have to ask him to know whether he'll be there or not. and where sirius goes, you go too. because for one, you would become bored out of your mind without him at some point in the night, and two, he was your best friend. the best friend you definitely did not have feelings for.

so, there you were, stood on the balcony of what you assumed was one of the guest bedrooms, clutching a plastic cup filled with orange juice and a strong alcohol of some sort. you weren't even sure what was in it, it tasted like absolute shit and it made your throat sting harder than anything you'd ever drunk, but it was enough to get you wasted and that's what mattered. you were leaning maybe a tad bit too close to the railing, one simple push from behind would have you landing straight into the tussle the blokes bellow you appeared to be having.

"don't fall over." sirius warned from behind you. he came back from a quick trip to the bathroom. you scoffed, whining when he tugged at the sleeve of your (his) leather jacket to help you come inside.

you spent most of the party on the second floor, trying to stay away from the bigger crowd. you hadn't seen james for most of the party, and you could only assume what he was getting up to since lily was nowhere to be seen either. you had remus with you for a while, however. he wasn't very fond of parties, so he opted for staying upstairs with the pair of you where it was a little less rowdy for as long as he was able to. at some point in the night mary and peter came looking for him. you were surprised when he actually left you and sirius for them, and you simply could not grasp why it happened. sirius could though, he was guilty of staring at you like a lovesick idiot (that of course flew over your head because you couldn't even walk properly let alone think straight) and remus wasn't about to watch the two of you snog right next to him.

sirius was sober, much to everybody's surprise. you couldn't pinpoint why he wasn't in the mood for drinking, and why he was only on his second bottle of beer four hours into the night. in any other scenario, he'd be stumbling around the house, most likely butchering one of abba's songs despite always putting on a face whenever james and the girls wanted to listen to them. he told you it was the party that bored him.

unbeknownst to you, he decided not to drink much that night after seeing you had different plans. sirius wanted to make sure you would get home safely (after experiencing several train-wrecks trying to walk home with you while both of you were hammered). he also wanted to unsure that nobody else would try to do anything stupid to you in your drunken state. many blokes had their eyes on you, and very obvious to everybody but yourself, sirius despised all of them. he wanted them nowhere near you. he always let his jealousy get the best of him somehow, at least that's what remus liked to say. but they didn't deserve someone as good as you, he'd tell himself, nor were they worthy of your attention. sirius loved you, he really did, but of course, you were too oblivious to realise how much he truly cared for you, even when you weren't intoxicated.

"okay, mum." you rolled your eyes, resting your head on his shoulder the moment you made it to the couch. "is this your fourth one?" he looked down at the cup in your hand with furrowed eyebrows.

"sixth." you giggled, waving the cup around. he managed to catch it before it fell out of your hand and spilled everywhere, and then threw it out the open window.  "you've had enough."

"you twat, i was drinking that." you attempted to reach for your long lost drink, but failed when you felt a jolt of pain shoot through your head and you fell onto sirius' lap. you turned from your side and onto your back, and finally took note of the way he was looking at you. he seemed worried, and even your drunken self could see that. you scrunched your face up and poked at his chest, drawing a laugh from him.

your head was seriously begging to spin, partially because of the alarming amount of what you hoped was only vodka in your system, but partially because of sirius. and his stupid smile, and his stupid hair, and his stupid self that you adored with your whole being.

the alcohol in your body must have truly been messing with your brain, because you suddenly blurted out something you would never, ever, dared to have said while sober;

"i really wanna kiss you." it was almost inaudible, but sirius definitely heard it. he stiffened, sucking in a breath. he wanted more than anything in the world to kiss you, but not while you were in this state.

"y/n, no, you're drunk." sirius shook his head. you sat up with a pout on your face. he let his head fall down with sigh, and then glanced back at you only to be met with your disappointed expression.

"am i not pretty enough?" you took his hands into yours. he didn't pull them away.

"y/n, don't be silly." he massaged your knuckles with his fingers. your face didn't change, and your drunken mind couldn't make any sense of what he was saying. all you understood was the word no, and that was enough to break your heart.

"that's not an answer." you whined, leaning forward in attempt to kiss him. sirius instinctively moved away, causing you both to slide off the couch and straight onto the floor. you fell onto his chest. he huffed, gently pushing you off of himself and standing up. he took your hand and pulled you up, and you collapsed against him.

your face was pressed against his shoulder and his arms were tightly wrapped around you, preventing you from falling and holding you in place. you felt safe in his embrace.

"y/n." he said softly. you looked up at him, lips pouty and eyes glossy. "i knew it. you don't think i'm pretty enough to kiss."

"love, you're not sober enough to kiss." you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. he laughed, helping you stand up properly. you murmured something incoherent, latching onto his arm so that you don't fall over. 

"i'll kiss you when you're sober," he cupped your cheeks and smiled in attempt to reassure you. you so shook your head with a frown. that was not anything near satisfying enough for you. the emotional outburst, along with all of the vodka you consumed that was making your stomach turn, became too much to bear.

you pushed him out of the way, and made a clumsy run out onto the balcony. you caught onto the railing, leaned over it, and everything you had eaten and drank that day came back out. and again. and then again. at least it broke up the silly fight going on down there. amidst all of that, you felt one of sirius' hands patting your back, and the other holding your hair away from your face.

you turned around and stumbled back inside, groaning in pain, feeling completely and utterly humiliated. "are you alright now?" he questioned worriedly as he followed after you.

"think so." you nodded, your face beet red from the shame you were feeling. you two managed to waddle downstairs and out of the house without any additional incidents (other than almost stepping onto a sleeping emmeline on the stairs and then running into marlene and dorcas who were eating each other's faces in the hallway).

"climb onto my back." sirius kneeled down in front of you once you successfully made it out onto the pavement in front of james' house. you obliged, feeling only slightly happier seeing that he will give you a piggyback ride home. it was the easiest solution he could think of, as trying to walk you back to your house with your wobbly legs would be a lot more challenging. yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that, both of you ended up with scraped elbows and bruises on your knees.

"promise." you snuggled your face into the back of his neck, inhaling his scent. it always calmed you, it felt like home. "hm?"

"promise that you'll kiss me."

"i promise." oh how he wished you were sober.

***

about a six days later, you were at it again, at marlene's birthday party. but this time, it was sirius who had too much to drink, not you. after having the worst hangover of your life the week before, you refused to touch any type of alcohol that was offered to you and decided to keep watch of your best friend, just like he kept watch of you. you tried not to leave his side, even in the crowded living room, where the air was so thick you could barely breathe, and where you couldn't even hear yourself think because of all the noise, coming both from the attendees and the record player in the corner.

"is the room spinning for you? it's spinning for me." sirius looked up at the ceiling, a drunken laugh slipping past his lips.

"how about you sit down?" you suggested, laughing when he managed to smack himself in the face.

"nah." he brushed you off, reaching for the cup with some sort of strange cocktail that he left on the windowsill. he took a swig, and then looked at you, smiling like an idiot.

"has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?" he tilted his head to the side. you felt heat rush to your cheeks and you awkwardly squirmed in your spot. "i've heard it once or twice." you swallowed, crossing your arms and looking down at your knees in embarrassment. you cursed inwardly for feeling so affected by his compliments, he wasn't thinking straight at all.

"you should hear it every day." you bit your tongue and glanced over at him. your eyes widened in horror when he began losing his balance. you instinctively reached for his arm, pulling him by the sleeve of his jacket and making him collapse onto the couch next to you.

"ouchie." he giggled, nuzzling his face into your arm. you were as still as a statue, pupils blown wide and face burning red. you didn't have the heart to push him away, so you let him do his thing, as long as it didn't go any further than that.

"y/n." he murmured.

"hm?" you sighed, averting your eyes to pandora and a bloke you didn't know a couple of meters away from you. they looked like they were about to snog any second. you exchanged a knowing glance with regulus who just happened to be passing by the pair of you. he didn't quite stick around though, and you couldn't blame him.

"you're really beautiful." sirius murmured. you inhaled sharply, mumbling a quiet thank you.

"y/n." he said again.

"what, sirius?" you turned your head towards him this time, noticing that his face had scrunched up.

"i think i'm gonna be sick."

of course he was. you almost lost count of how many drinks he downed, so you found yourself waiting outside of the bathroom, leaning against the wall with sirius sitting on the floor next to you.

"y/n." he managed to choke out. "yes?" you groaned, looking over at the bathroom door for the nth time. you gave up on beating the shit out of it when no answer came from the other side, though you were very much annoyed by whoever was in there because why the hell were they taking so bloody long.

"you know what we said at james' party?" he mumbled, his head falling to the side and resting on your legs. yes, you do. though you pretended not to remember anything that morning last week when sirius stayed over at your house after dragging you there. he didn't bring anything up either, so you thought it was safe to assume that he believed you couldn't recall what was said and that he could get away with it.

the truth is, he really did think you forgot and didn't want to make things awkward. he had feelings for you and he never tried to lie to himself about it, but much like yourself, was a bit oblivious. he chalked the whole "kiss me" outburst of yours up to the alcohol and refused to think or talk about it.

but now, his thoughts weren't exactly the clearest. he was too drunk to control what was coming out of his mouth.

"not really. many things were said." you cleared your throat, refusing to look at him. he grunted, struggling to get up onto his feet. when he did, he fell slack against you, throwing his arms around you.

"kiss." he sniffled. you squirmed out of his hold, sighing. "what about it?"

"i said i'll kiss you when you're sober," you nodded slowly, tapping your foot on the floor nervously, "now you're sober."

you laughed, shaking your head, "yes, but you're not."

"doesn't matter." he argued, pulling you into a hug again. the bathroom door opened just as he did.

"oh, for fuck's sake crouch." you cursed as barty walked past you with a satisfied smirk and a blushing evan trailing behind him. you rolled your eyes and quickly dragged sirius inside.

"what was i saying? oh yeah, it does matter." you retorted, leading him over to the toilet bowl. you had a death grip on him, making sure he doesn't fall because that would be simply disastrous, and you could finally breathe normally once you made it there. "how?" he leaned against it, looking up at the ceiling. he just seemed so... sad.

"because you're not sober." you stated the obvious. he whined, flailing his arms around like an angry toddler. "that's not important, i said i'll do it."

"sirius, forget the promise–"

"i don't care about the promise, i just wanna kiss you." he cried and launched himself forward into your arms. you didn't push him away this time, but held him instead, running your hands through his messy hair. "how about we kiss when we're both sober?" you suggested, swallowing the lump that formed in your throat. you were certain that it would never happen, and that you'll just keep making promises you know you can't keep.

"deal. tomorrow." he pulled back, sticking out his pinkie finger.

"tomorrow?"

he nodded. "promise." you locked your pinkie with his, and whispered, "okay, promise."

he was throwing up in the toilet ten seconds later. what a way to end your night.

the morning after, you woke up early, with sirius already awake and lying next to you, wrapped up into the blankets as if he was in a cocoon. only his eyes were peeking out and he smiled when you met his gaze. he looked adorable, you swore it was the best sight you had ever woken up to.

"good morning to you too." you chuckled tiredly, sitting up and rubbing your eyes with a yawn. "how are you feeling?"

"everything hurts and i smell bad, but other than that, i'm feeling fantastic."

"wonderful." you replied sarcastically, lifting up the blankets from your body to get out of bed. sirius tugged at your wrist before you could do that.

"what?" you met his eyes, and you instantly knew what he was thinking. "why didn't you say anything last week?" your lips formed into a thin line.

"figured you said it not to hurt me," you shrugged, looking down at your fingers which were now intertwined with his, "not 'cause, you know, you actually wanted to kiss me."

"i wouldn't have said it if it wasn't what i wanted." the honesty in his voice destroyed you. you didn't even have to look at him to know that he was telling the truth. your vision became blurry, and you fell into his arms.

you held onto each other for a good minute, and then pulled apart, only to collide again, letting your lips meet. you were finally kissing him, kissing your best friend. your best friend who was finally sober.

"ew, morning breath." you pushed him away, letting your head rest on his shoulder and laughing uncontrollably. "this is the worst moment we could have picked to profess our love each other." sirius chuckled along with you.

"you're the one who decided to get all cheesy at the crack of bloody dawn." you lifted your head to look at him, and you couldn't help but smile. he looked so happy, you wanted to kiss every single inch of his face.

"i'm mental about you, you know." he said softly, wrapping his strong arms around you. you buried your face into his neck, sighing in content, "i'm mental about you too."

[ayotamacheck]

some first date headcanons with kenny and/or theo would be nice 👉🏼👈🏼 thank you 😊

can you tell i have a thing for sunsets 😭

nah but this was rlly fun!! kenny was my first love out of the bachelors <333 but him and theo are definitely some of my favs. hope you enjoy and sorry for the wait!!

both (+bonus first kiss) below :)

Kenny

omg kenny omg omg

to be honest, it probably takes /forever/ for him to realize he's in love. like, this guy is /oblivious/. he knows you make him feel a way that's different from most of his friends, sure, but he doesn't understand the extent of it for a while. when he does, it feels like a slap on the face

kenny spends a /while/ figuring out what he wants to do for the first date. it's really important to him that he does it right. he talks it over with his parents and maybe gets some advice from pablo about it. ultimately, he decides to do something comfortable.

he invites you to have a picnic dinner with him one summer night at his usual forest spot by the river.

he spends all day setting things up–hangs string lights from the trees, sets out blankets over the grass.

he even cooks all of the food himself!

he's not the best chef, but he's picked up some good vegan recipes over the years. of course he'll respect whatever dietary preferences you have in what he brings for you, though if the meal involves meat or a lot of animal product he'll probably get kira to help him make it, or at least give him some tips.

you meet a little while before sunset. the meal is delicious, and even though he's definitely nervous, the conversation flows easily. this is a very special place for him, and usually one he enjoys alone, so it means a lot for him to invite you in. he'll point out animals that rustle in the trees and bushes around you and you can listen to the river flow to your side. when the sun sets his hand finds yours and you watch it together. you stay for a while there, until the sun has long since set and you're left pointing out stars and constellations in the sky above.

it's really peaceful. you two end up staying together late into the night, until one or both of you are starting to drift off and he offers to walk you back home.

he takes you back through the woods and past the ranch where you stop to peek in on the sleeping animals before heading down the steps to your farm, hand in hand.

he walks you up the porch and thanks you for coming out with him, then says goodnight. there's a beat after his goodbye, a hesitant space. you take the chance to lean and press a kiss to his lips before promising to do this again and heading inside.

even in the dim glow of your porch light you can see his face flush bright red.

overall best date. 10/10 would recommend

Theo

omggg

theo is so sweet about it!!

he recognized his crush pretty quickly. he just didn't know what to do about it. as a teenager he used to talk to his mom about all of that emotional stuff. now he isn't as sure. jim is cool, but it feels strange to talk about something like that with his dad. it takes a while of him crushing to finally try and get some advice from lily about it. when he does, you better believe they'll figure out some way to set him up with a good date

in the end they decide on something meaningful to start. by then you and theo have been hanging out plenty–he's taken you out fishing, you've spent afternoons hanging out around the beach, and he's promised to take you out sailing sometime. but for a date, he decides to go through with that promise :)

he invites you out on his boat one evening, planning to take you around the island a bit and maybe stick around to see the sunset. you pick up food beforehand at fishenships and set off a little before sunset. he brings his guitar along, too, though he's very careful with it.

you have a really good time! it's similar to a lot of the time you spend hanging out, honestly–the conversation flows easily, and no one knows how to make you smile like theo. you sail around for a while before anchoring somewhere comfortable just off the coast of the island.

before you know it the two of you are sitting shoulder to shoulder, your fingers intertwined as you watch the sun set.

in the dusky period between sunset and the first stars, theo sings for you. it's a song he wrote himself, about you. he's right when he claims his voice has "soul" to it; he's nervous, clearly, but the passion rings clear through the melody.

he finishes and anxiously awaits a response. there's a pause as you process, and then you get the pleasure of watching his expression go brighter than the sun when you applaud and pull him forward into a kiss.

suffice to say, the night goes well

10/10 amazing first date, would recommend.

[enviedear]

self control → remus lupin

DESCRIPTION ⌙ in which your relationship with remus is falling apart, but at least you have tonight.

PAIRING ⌙ remus x fem!reader

WORD COUNT ⌙ 1.2k

nsfw ! 18+ only, minors dni.

! for my blond mix series

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you hadn't seen your boyfriend in a month. hadn't spoken to him in a month. not a word.

remus had stormed out of your shared apartment a month ago, after a particularly nasty fight.

you tried to reach out— tried so damn hard. but remus wasn't one to let go of a grudge. despite being mostly levelheaded, he fought with vigor. fights even after you've waved your white flag.

by now you were sure of one thing. that your relationship with him was basically terminated.

the first few days after you realized that fact were hard, but now, well, you just wanted closure.

so here you were, at james' birthday party, sipping gingerly on a aperol spritz and waiting for remus to slip away from his friends.

when you had arrived, lily greeted you, hugging you close. from beyond the red-head's shoulder you could see remus' chaste gaze. you stared back, unwavering— silently begging him to put an end to this nightmare.

he didn't. instead, he hasn't left sirius and peter's sides.

you know he'll have to eventually break, and you're determined to state your peace.

from the corner of your eye, you spot the potter's garden. with one final look towards remus, you notice he's already looking back at you. with a nod toward the garden, you're on your way out of the door.

the air is calm, cool, and surprisingly pleasant for late march weather. drink still in hand, you opt to take a seat beside the pool.

you feel him before you see him, his presence is familiar. he takes a seat beside you, sighing before he turns his head to you, "i've gone about this all wrong, haven't i?"

you chuckle a bit, somewhat amused by his ignorance, "so wrong you might be right."

"fair— but before you sever the cord, i have one final request of you. as my girlfriend."

you smile, rolling your eyes, "go on."

"tonight." he simply states.

you furrow your brows, "what about tonight, rem?"

he lifts your chin to meet his gaze, "stay mine for one more night."

"apologize first." you command, eyes gentle.

remus closes his eyes for a second, breathing in, when they open he's got an earnest look on his face, "my darling, i'm so very sorry for storming out. i'm beyond sorry for causing you pain. i should have stayed and said the right things. i want nothing more than to make you understand just how deeply sorry i am."

"you mean it?" you ask.

remus nods, "every word. i really am sorry, y/n. i know i haven't been the best."

you bite your lip a little, "you're not the best— but you are good. we've had good times."

"far too many to count, i'm afraid."

"tonight can be one of them." you say, granting his request.

"you mean it? you wouldn't mind?" he questions, moving his hand to yours, enveloping it.

you smile, giving him a shrug, "i always mean what i say. will you come home with me?"

"of course." he smiles.

the two of you keep your hands interlocked when you enter james' home. as sneakily as possible, the two of you avoid partygoers and your friends.

you're not entirely sure what you're thinking, but you do know you want remus. just one more night. you want that familiarity, the security. you want his eyes to lock with yours. you want to see him in your bed, your kitchen, your home.

the home you shared.

remus points to a closed door and you follow him to it, finding a lavish sitting room.

he shuts the door quietly, taking a second before he faces you.

"before we apparate away, i— i just wanted to know where i stand." his voice is soft.

"with me?" you ask, looking at him through your lashes.

he hums, biting his lip, "i only ask because, well, if i'm being honest, i don't want this to be it. i know i fucked up but—"

you cut him off, "—but. what if you do it again? a month, remus. you left with no words, for a month."

"i know, i know. it was stupid, i'm sorry." he rolls his eyes, "merlin, y/n, i was stupid for it and i know that. i just miss you and i thought..." he trails off, shaking his head.

your hearts knows before your brain. that tug within in you causes you to sigh. you know yourself and you know remus, and one thing the both of you share is love for eachother. above all else, you feel as though you can't help yourself.

not with him.

"am i going to regret this?" you cup his cheek, forcing him to look at you.

he doesn't have time to respond because you're kissing him. hard, passionate. craving.

you missed him.

you were still mad.

you loved him.

merlin, did you love him.

he kisses back just as hungrily, hands raking down your body.

"i won't let you regret this, not after i'm done with you." he huffs through kisses, voice hoarse.

you break away from him, eyes locked with his, "good. let's go home so you can show me just how sorry you are."

the lanky young man wastes no time getting the two of you home, peppering your neck with kisses the entire way. his hands know you well, and he uses that to his advantage, slipping them under your shirt as the two of you step into your home.

"i'm so sorry, my darling." he whispers, pinning you to the wall, hands holding you there gently.

his lips are barely touching your neck and yet your hips gravitate toward yours, "please forgive me, i promise i'll make it up to you."

"prove it." you whisper, hands softly pushing his head lower, indicating what you want.

remus looks up at you, lips full and eyes sincere, "c'mere darling."

you let him wrap his arms around you and carry you to the couch, setting you down gently, before dropping to his knees.

his face stays soft, but his eyes are a dead giveaway for just how eager he is. his hands move up your skirt at an agonizing pace.

"rem." you scold, eyes shut in both annoyance and pleasure.

"sorry, darling— habit." his voice is laced with amusement.

he finally reaches your panties and pulls them down, letting them hang at your ankles. his head moves in between your thighs and he leaves kisses as he inches closer.

he finally reaches his destination, leaving a teasing kiss on your clit before licking a stripe down your center. your thighs tighten around his head, pulling him in closer, begging for more. and more he gives you, leaving you a moaning mess, only able to call out his name.

"forgive me, darling. 'm so sorry." he mutters against you, causing a shutter to go through you.

his tongue continues to work you, eliciting moans from you. he lets his slender hands glide to your hips, pushing down and bringing you closer to him.

your eyes are rolled back and your hands are locked in remus' hair, tugging gently. remus continues to tease you, bringing you close, only to pull away.

"please rem—" your request is cut off my your own moan as remus begins to suckle on your bud.

you're on the edge now, driving your hips into him— searching for release.

"c'mon darling," he mutters against you, "please."

your stomach knots, moans incessant, and legs gripping remus' face. you finally let go. your high was bliss, and could feel remus watching.

"good girl, let it go." he coos, raising to meet you, hands gripping your face.

his hair is a mess, but to you, he looks wonderful.

"how was my apology?" he asks, voice teasing.

you glare at him through half-lidded eyes, "keep it up and i'll make you do it again."

he chuckles, sliding his thumb into your mouth, "with pleasure, darling."

[sweeethinny]

Jilytober - Day 24

Casually talking about their future (together) - day twenty four - day twenty four

a little angst :/

@jilytoberfest

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''I always thought I would be an actress,'' Lily says, sitting on the swing next to him, watching the sun go down behind the trees in the garden. ''But now I think I want to work at the Ministry,''

''Ew, office work,'' James was swaying too, face rosy from the summer and heat, hair messy and a little sweaty, the Quidditch team shirt making him look younger than he was, which made Lily a little sad. They were too young for that. ''I want to be a player,''

''Does fame catch your eye?'' She smiled, looking at him curiously. James shrugged.

''Sounds like fun,'' He looked at her. ''But if you go to work in the ministry, I can't be a player... How are we going to see each other? At what time?''

''We'll figure it out,'' Lily rocked, lifting her feet off the ground and building momentum to go higher and higher.

It's obvious they weren't going to do any of that. She wouldn't work at the ministry and James wouldn't be a player, they wouldn't have to worry about what time they would meet, and not even fame.

They would be fighters. They would be part of the Order as soon as they left Hogwarts. It was not a chosen job but an obligation, destiny.

‘’Will you take me to the games? Or do you prefer your wife to stay home?'' She wasn't his wife, they had barely started dating!

''No, you will be in every possible game. You'll wear my Potter name shirt on the back, then you'll scream for me from the box.” James said simply, as if that would easily happen. "Then we'll have a son, I'll retire, and I'll be taking care of him and being his private coach... He'll walk his father's path then,"

‘’What if he doesn’t want to? And who said it will be him?! We can have a girl,'' They hadn't even had sex!

''Gender doesn't matter,'' James rolled his eyes. ''But obviously they’re going to want to be a player, who would want to work at the Ministry? What would he or she be? Auror?''

''I'm not going to be an Auror! Maybe he wants to work with potions,'' Lily defended herself, but she wasn't offended, she was actually laughing.

"Well, if he wants that, then I'm sure he or she will find someone who's a professional player, and we'll have a Quidditch match in the backyard." James swung higher than she did, looking out to the horizon. ''We will be a happy family, that's what matters.''

''Yes,'' Lily admitted, hoping that at least that was true. ''We will be a very happy family.''

[frankenbolt]

Tell me how you think the psychic seven interact with baby Marona. (Aka her 2 grannies and 5 grandpas)

Helmut adores her. Babies are so new so their their interpretation of the universe is so vivid and raw. They're seeing everything for the first time! It's an honour to witness their journey. Plus their teeny tiny fingers! BOB CAN WE--

Bob is a little more hesitant. He hasn't held a baby since Lili (and even then things were very quickly deteriorating between him and Truman so he only got to twice). But seeing Helmut holding a baby? That's pretty amazing and whilst it dregs up some regrets about lost time, it's still nice to see.

Compton politely declines. Direct contact is always very draining. While Helmut might thrive on all that mental stimulation it's way too much for Compton. But he'll stand on a chair as Cassie sits down to hold her and happily chatter away about healthy recipes for good childhood development and rope Bob into a discussion about which veggies are easiest to puree.

Cassie coos over baby Rona. She was around when Sam was born but again, she left shortly afterwards. But she was there when Compton's daughter/son was born and she remembers helping out with babysitting. She's never wanted kids herself, but the whole commune attitude the early Psychonauts had extends to child rearing- all babies or grandbabies belong to all of them. This is just as much her grandbaby as it is Lucretia's.

Lucretia's reaction to the news of a new baby is a hearty laugh and a knowing look at her nephew. "I figured this would happen. You're so predictable Gus. Any little bit of stress and you and Dona get going like rabbits." Ford chokes on his coffee at this but Augustus just shrugs. It's a joke he's heard at least five other times in his life. Lucretia starts making baby clothes, crowing that it's good she has her powers back because her hands aren't what they used to be, so she can TK knitting needles.

Ford's reaction is...difficult. He tends to teleport away when he sees Augustus coming (they may have talked but it's awkward and he doesn't believe he deserves a place in their family, despite Lucretia telling him they've already wasted so much time). He's already set up a section of his will for the five other Aquatos, making sure they'd be able to go to college, if they wanted to. But with baby 'Rona he works through HQ to make sure things go smoothly. He's the one who nudges Hollis into going to their camp to check on Frazie/find out about the baby. He's the one who gets Truman to finance building some little holiday homes in the QA so the Aquatos have the option of moving in during the winter months. For the most part, the Aquatos remain oblivious to all of this but Raz works it out. To which he dresses down Ford saying that if they wanted help, they would have asked for it, or at the very least he should have ASKED if they wanted help first. It's a whole mess.

Otto isn't allowed to hold the baby after musing out loud about making a baby thought tuner, and protests from Compton and Bob that the last time he had that idea Lili set fire to her nursery whilst wearing it. Otto protests that they can't blame the thought tuner for that but everyone shuts him down immediately. He pouts the entire time everyone else gets to hold the baby.

[heartofspells]

Would you consider writing James of the night of the attack from Gideon, once they get back home? Maybe some James/lily? I don’t have anything in mind particularly though and only if you fancy it 💖

I will always write anything to do with James or even Lily.

For this, I'm going to assume you're referring to the first time, and not the last when everything sort of crashed down around Sirius, as I've actually already done that one (you can read it here on AO3, for anyone who is interested and may have missed it; James POV during and after the events of chapter 17).

Another outtake from At the Healing Edge of Broken, taking place during chapter 9.

James drives them home, hands gripping the wheel tightly as he navigates through the late Friday traffic. Lily sits in the back with Sirius, but he's pushed up against the door, as far away from her as he can possibly get, forehead leaning on the window, eyes distant as they gaze out, seeing nothing that passes by their car.

Lily had called Molly Weasley before they'd left, asking if Harry could stay for at least the night, possibly longer. James had heard her crying from outside in the corridor. When she'd returned, James had let her take his place with Sirius, their friend not seeming to notice the switch as Lily had wrapped him in her arms, holding him just as James had been. James had phoned Remus' office, speaking with Rosmerta, making up a half-formed excuse about Sirius being ill. He'd denied her when she'd offered to let him speak to Remus.

When they arrive home, and James parks, shutting the car off, they sit until Sirius eventually moves, climbing out with uncoordinated motions. He stumbles a bit, nearly trips, but James is there, balancing him out, keeping him upright as Lily situates the car doors and opens up the house. Then Sirius simply stands in the hall, staring ahead, not moving.

James and Lily hover for a while before Lily eventually cautiously steps away, making her way to the kitchen. James can hear her rummaging around, a few pieces of crockery hitting together faintly, and he knows she's making Sirius something to eat. He also knows Sirius won't touch it.

Finally, after what feels like days, as the light is fading behind the horizon, Sirius steps forward. He ventures down their narrow hallway and disappears into the kitchen, James following at a slower pace behind him. He stops when Sirius continues out the back door, watching through the glass panes as his friend crumbles into the sun lounger.

Lily sidles up beside him. "James," she says, a little desperately, her voice shaking, "it's freezing out there. We can't let him stay."

"He'll be fine for a while," mumbles James, his arm winding around Lily's waist, pulling her close to him, a comforting pressure for them both. "Leave him for now, Lils."

Sirius doesn't eat, and he won't come back inside no matter what they try. It's only once it's impossibly late and cold, Sirius' skin gleaming with a blue hue through the yellow light of the windows, that they finally manage to coax him back inside the house. Lily tries to wrap a blanket around him, get him warm, but Sirius shrugs it away and leaves them, travelling up the stairs, the other two following behind him, worry invading far deeper than it has so far.

He drops down to his bed and lays down, still in his clothes and trainers. James slowly steps forward, keeps his movements cautious and tamed, and works Sirius' shoes off his feet. The other man never responds, doesn't so much as glance in James' direction, and something inside James snaps apart.

He manages to cover Sirius up with a few blankets and then they're both retreating from the room, leaving the door open as they trail to their own. Once inside, Lily falls into him, her tears coming quickly as James wraps her up in his arms, holding her close as her body shakes. James bites back his own tears, pricking behind his eyes insistently, making themselves known.

"How did this happen, James?" breathes Lily through small, miserable sobs. "How did we let this happen?" James can only shake his head, his chest shuddering. "Of all the people…Sirius. I don't understand. He doesn't – he could never deserve this. Gideon fucking Prewett – "

"I know, Lils," whispers James when Lily suddenly stops and caves to her sadness again. "I know, love."

He has no idea what to do. What can he do? Every way he looks at it, nothing makes sense, except he'd known. He'd warned Sirius to watch out for himself, but James had never seen this…But he cuts those thoughts off, because even to his own mind, they sound like blame being laid heavily over Sirius' shoulders, and James will never do that, not ever, because the blame for this rests on one person, and one hundred others who had all stood idly by and watched it mount higher and higher, but never Sirius.

James swallows around the thickness gathering in his throat as he pulls back from Lily, pushing her red hair from her face with both hands. When he speaks, his voice is a little strained. "I'm going to stay with him tonight," he informs her. "I can't – I won't leave him alone. Not right now."

Lily nods, sniffing a little. "What about after tonight? We can't leave him alone. This isn't just going to evaporate, sweetheart. Sirius, he's – " She stops, something cutting her words off, and she bows her head in his hands. "I don't know what to do," she whispers.

"We'll figure it out," promises James, urging her to look at him again. "We will, Lily. We always do. Tomorrow, we'll sort it all out. But tonight, you should sleep, if you can, and I'm going back to him."

"I won't sleep," mumbles Lily, shaking her head a little, and then her green eyes are flickering with determination. "I'm coming with you."

James opens his mouth to argue, but he stops himself. What's the use? So they venture back to Sirius' room, James settling into the large armchair in the corner, Lily dropping into his lap. He pulls her in close again, her head resting over his shoulder, and they spend the night watching Sirius, his eyes open, never sleeping either.

[prismatales]

Reminiscence

Word count: 1.8k

Bingo slot: Fireflies

Pairings: None (Sibling bonding! Touya x Reader)

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, slight mention of injuries.

Synopsis: Touya takes his little sister on an adventure to see the "fairies".

This is my first entry for @bnhabookclub's bingo event! Special thanks to @pixxiesdust, @honeytama and @samanthaa-leanne for beta reading this for me!

There are things Touya dislikes in the world. But if there's something he absolutely despises with a strength nearly as powerful as his flames, is when his father's actions end up hurting someone in his family.

Like right now, for example, as he holds his crying sister in his arms. Poor little Y/N can't seem to stop weeping after the constant mistreatment of their father. The man's harsh attitude eventually took a toll on the little girl. All because she turned out to be quirkless, or as he deems her, "Just another failure".

Touya's glaring at nothing in particular as he thinks about the old man. His self-restraint is challenged when he has to hold back the anger to evade lashing out at the man they have the misfortune of calling "father."

But right now, his main focus is calming down the little girl, crying in his arms while he's sitting on his futon at the same time he tries to console her.

"Shhh, It's okay y/n."

He may not admit it, but out of all his siblings, she has to be his favorite sister. After all, she's the only one out of their brothers and sister who shares the most traits with him. 

Growing up, Touya came to despise his appearance. Every time he looked at his reflection in the mirror, the sight of that crimson hair and those teal colored eyes always made him feel alienated from Natsuo and Fuyumi. 

After all, they only had some slight streaks of red hair, unlike Touya, who's whole head sported the same red locks of hair as him.

So, when his mother gave birth to a healthy pair of twins, and he saw the little boy who's left side of his head had the same hair color as him, as well as the little girl, who's hair was completely engulfed in the same shade of red as him. Touya almost wanted to cry in the spot, and that loneliness in his heart stopped soon after that.

He actually cried, but if you ask him, he'll always say otherwise.

His eyes wander around his room in search of a distraction, and something catches Touya's attention. The calendar at the top of his desk, with the current date circled down in a fine line of bright red marker. It gives the teenager a great idea, one, that would most likely calm down his little sister instantly.

"Hey, Y/N." She sniffs weakly, wiping away the teardrops rolling down her face with her tiny hand, before looking up at her big brother. "Did you know that there's a place nearby, where you can see fairies?" 

As soon as he mentions the magical creatures, her eyes instantly light up, wide open in wonder as she looks at him with pure innocence in her eyes. 

"Really?" she asks her brother, who smiles in relief upon seeing her reaction. Touya nods eagerly, playing along to distract her from the past events.

"Yes! But they only appear if you're a strong person! Are you strong, y/n?" He pokes her in the nose with his index finger, and she can't help closing her eyes in surprise. Squeals erupt from her throat by her brother's antics, and he struggles to fight back a chuckle.

"I am strong!" she shouts, still rubbing the small tears away from her puffy face.

"Strong enough to stop crying?" he asks her with vigor, and his attempts to cheer her up work when she sniffles one more time, before nodding at him with a fierce pout, the sight nearly makes Touya clutch his heart, amused by the little rascal pretending to be brave.

"Yeah!" 

"Good! Then go get ready, 'cause I'm taking you to see the fairies!"

She gasps loudly, nodding rapidly at her brother before dashing out of his room with hurried steps, and once the sound of her footsteps disappear in the distance, Touya lets out a relieved sigh, before bursting into a wholehearted laugh at her enthusiasm.

He stands up from his futon in a hurry, and begins preparing everything he'll need for their small trip. 

......

"Are we there yet?" 

In one hand, Touya holds on to his sister's tiny hand as they walk together. In the other hand, he's holding the strap of a messenger bag hanging over his shoulder, careful not to graze the bandages wrapped all the way up from the wrist to the shoulder.

"Patience y/n, we're almost there." 

The sunset fills the surroundings in gorgeous hues of pinks and purples, and if it wasn't for his current motivation, Touya would have stopped in the middle of the bridge to stare at the bright, glimmering reflection in the water for hours. 

"Give me a minute, y/n." Rummaging through his bag, Touya pulls out a camera. He starts taking pictures of the sunset reflecting in the water below the bridge, capturing the aesthetically pleasing scenario before him. He takes a look at the final result, and after humming in approval, he puts the camera back into his bag, before taking his sister’s hand to continue walking.

The closer they get to their destination, the sky begins to change colors again, until nothing but blue shades fill the sky.

"Here we are!" Touya stopped in front of a small, empty playground, and y/n quickly began looking around, waiting for the "fairies" to come out any moment now. This time, her brother couldn't hold back his laughter.

"This is only the gateway, come on. The fairies are waiting."

At the other side of the playground, there's a small trail leading into a forest. Touya takes her sister along with him along the rows of trees, and the deeper they go, the darker it seems to get around them. 

Until Touya finds the place he was looking for, a small lake deep inside the forest, surrounded by bushes and lilies all around it.

"Isn't it pretty y/n?" he asks his little sister, who won't stop looking at her surroundings, admiring the scenario before her. Right as she's about to question her brother, the teenager crouches down in front of her, and points at a spot in front of them.

That's when she sees the small dots of light start to appear all around the forest, illuminating everything around them with their gentle light.

"Look, the fairies are here!"

But the little girl becomes awfully quiet, and for a minute Touya begins to worry. Until she turns to look at him with the most awestruck look he's ever seen on her tiny face, and starts pointing at the shining creatures flying cheerfully all around them.

"F-Fairies are real! Touya, they're real!"

She's already running off to look at a spot in the grass, where these fairies seem to be having a good time.

While y/n is distracted by the fairies, Touya sits down on the grass, watching the lake's surface where the lights seem to dance happily.

"Touya look!" She quickly approaches her brother, and in her tiny hands, there's a small light in her palm,  without a single worry in their miniature soul.

"I guess the fairies like you. Do you know what that means?" 

She tilts her head in curiosity, before shaking it softly.

"It means you're one of them now!" Touya yells excitedly, and that brings a bright smile to the face of the little girl standing in front of him.

"I'm a fairy?!" She bounces on her spot, careful not to hurt her little friend resting in the palms of her hands.

"Even better than a fairy." He ruffles her hair reassuringly, turning her hair into a wild mess of red locks. "You're a firefly!"

"Firefly?" She looks back at the little bug, sitting nonchalantly in its place, before looking back at her brother, smiling at him one more time. "I'm a firefly!"

She happily runs back to the bushes, where she releases her friend back in place. More lights begin surrounding the lake. And Touya smiles at the child's antics before he starts looking through his bag again, and pulls out his camera before taking pictures all over the place. 

y/n is too distracted by another handful of fireflies, to notice her brother taking a picture of her. As he looks at the final result, the small screen displays the current hour, and Touya can't help wincing once he realizes they've been in the lake for a longer time than he thought.

A small, contagious yawn catches his attention, and he watches as y/n it's starting to doze off. 

"Come on firefly, it's time to go back home." Touya puts the camera back in his bag, before helping his sister crawl on his back. Her tired eyes look back at the lake, and the small dots of light still dancing around eagerly.

"Hey, Touya?" She's struggling to fight back her drowsiness, and manages to ask her brother a question before her eyes begin to close, and she slowly falls asleep on his shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"Can we...Can we bring Shouto along next time?" 

Touya can't help but grimace, knowing that with their father around, it would be impossible to take their little brother along, but he doesn't have the courage to tell y/n the truth, and with a deep breath, he answers.

"...Of course we can."

As Touya passes by the same bridge from before, he can feel his sister's body go limp on his back, sleep overtaking her tiny body. But even with the slight pain coursing through his bandaged arm, he can't bring himself to move her from the place. At least, not until they're finally back home.

The house is dead silent once he comes inside, and with a careful pace, he takes y/n to her room. Tucking her into the futon before walking back to his own room, where he pulls the camera out of his bag and on top of a shelf, and lets himself faceplant on his own bed with a slight bounce.

..........

"Come on Shouto, this way!" Shouto tries to keep up with his sister, but she just keeps walking with an excited spring on her step as she guides him through the forest, eager to take him to this place she's been talking about for weeks now.

"Are you sure we should be out here this late?" He can't help being amused by her enthusiasm. This is the first time he's seen her this excited after they started spending more time with each other.

"It's fine, trust me!" She stops in her steps before turning to both sides of the forest, and with a triumphant "aha!" she starts walking to the right side of the forest.

"I used to come here with Touya, and I've always wanted to show you this place! You're going to love it, trust me!" 

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OK, March 15

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Cover: Britney Spears' revenge

Page 1: Big Pic -- Melissa and Joe Gorga during a beach day in Miami

Page 2: Contents

Page 3: Contents

Page 4: Tiger Woods on the mend -- Tiger is counting his blessings as he recovers from a terrifying car crash

Page 6: Queen Elizabeth announced in a statement that her grandson Prince Harry and his pregnant wife Meghan Markle wouldn't be returning as working royals, noting that it was no longer possible for them to continue with the responsibilities and duties that come with a life of public service, and almost immediately, Harry and Meghan shot back with a seemingly rude reply, saying we can all live a life of service and service is universal -- no one was more disappointed in Harry's response than his brother Prince William and William finds this behavior both baffling and sickening and he can't get his head around it and William feels the family has been understanding and fair while Harry and Meghan continue to sit on their high horse flinging insults and from William's perspective there is simply no excuse for snide and ego-driven swipes made towards the queen -- especially right now, since three days prior to Her Majesty's statement, Prince Philip was rushed to a London hospital and the queen's been worried sick about her husband and should not be dealing with this added stress -- the whole situation has left William feeling hopeless and he fears Harry is too wrapped up in his own self-importance to see the hurt he's caused and that is unforgivable in William's eyes

Page 7: As Soleil Moon Frye's messy divorce drags on, a loyal pal from the past is providing a shoulder to cry on in Brian Austin Green who she reconnected with while shooting her upcoming documentary Kid 90 -- Brian can feel her pain because he's still hashing out his split from Megan Fox so he knows exactly what Soleil is going through -- they've been friends for more than 30 years and they're going to see each other through this tough time

* Tom Cruise got all pumped up for Mission: Impossible 7, but now that filming has wrapped, he's desperate to stay in fighting shape for the next installment -- Tom was thrown for a loop when the studio postponed filming M:I 8 instead of shooting the movies back-to-back so now he's putting himself through the wringer doing crunches, pullups, squats and weights but Tom's brutal, military-style workouts have friends and loved ones, including his rumored new girlfriend, M:I7 costar Hayley Atwell, worried that he could be pushing himself to the breaking point and everyone wants him to take it down a notch, but he won't listen -- physically, Tom still thinks he's invincible, but the fact is he'll be turning 60 in less than two years and if he keeps going at this pace, there's a big change he's going to do some serious damage

* Life has been twice as nice for Christine Quinn since she found out she was expecting -- the Selling Sunset star, who's pregnant with her and businessman husband Christian Richard's first child, isn't holding back when it comes to treating herself -- the famously free-spending realtor has been splurging on designer maternity clothes and lingerie to lounge around in at her L.A. mansion and she has flowers delivered daily for every room in the house

Page 10: Red Hot on the Red Carpet -- stars rock statement-making halter dresses -- Lili Reinhart, Camila Morrone, Brie Larson

Page 11: Chrishell Stause, Naomi Campbell, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley

Page 12: Who Wore It Better? Uzo Aduba vs. Drew Barrymore, Charlize Theron vs. Kaia Gerber, Bella Hadid vs. Naomi Scott

Page 14: News in Photos -- Steve Martin did what he does best while filming scenes of his upcoming mystery-comedy series Only Murders in the Building in NYC

Page 16: Nicole Scherzinger stepped out for lunch with beau Thom Evans in West Hollywood, a casually dressed Reese Witherspoon matched her shirt to her Draper James canvas tote while boarding a private plane in L.A., Paris Hilton and Carter Reum

Page 17: Rebel Wilson stopped by the gas station to fill up her car in L.A., Mariska Hargitay took a selfie while shooting Law & Order: Organized Crime in NYC

Page 18: Sarah Jessica Parker assisted customers at her eponymous shoe line's store in NYC, Chrissy Teigen at lunch at Wolfgang Puck in L.A., Naomi Osaka with her trophy for winning the Australian Open in Melbourne

Page 20: The Masked Singer panelist Jenny McCarthy in a golden tiara and caped dress before taping a new episode, for a recent date night Outer Banks stars Chase Stokes and Madelyn Cline whipped up a cozy plant-based dinner in L.A., Jason Sudeikis filled up on a sandwich on the set of Ted Lasso

Page 22: Bella Hadid strutting around Manhattan, Helena Christensen and her dog Kuma in NYC

Page 23: In partnership with Ziploc Janel Parrish created the Hot Mess Makeup Line in Vancouver, Cara Delevingne in Puma's new eco-friendly line

Page 24: Usher stopped by the dry cleaners West Hollywood, Padma Lakshmi and her pooch braved the cold weather in stylish jackets in NYC

Page 25: Tia Mowry for Late July Tortilla chips, four days before filing for divorce from her husband Kanye West of nearly seven years Kim Kardashian looked somber while out and about in L.A., during a stroll Busy Philipps stopped to check out something on her phone in NYC

Page 26: Scott Disick matched his 'do to his drink at the Sugar Factory in Miami, Justin Long stocked up on groceries in L.A., new couple Mod Sun and Avril Lavigne were inseparable after a date night in L.A.

Page 28: Inside My Home -- Claire Holt's airy abode

Page 30: Zooey Deschanel and Jonathan Scott have taken the next step in their almost two-year relationship: they've secretly tied the knot -- they've been talking about getting married for about a year and just decided to go for it and the intimate ceremony took place in front of a few family members at Jonathan's Las Vegas home on Valentine's Day and it was spur of the moment, but that's how Zooey likes to do things and now Jonathan too and they put it together in a matter of days and everyone got a verbal invite to come -- Zooey wore a Bohemian-inspired gown and flowers in her hair while Jonathan wore an all-white suit and Zooey serenaded Jonathan with a love song she had written -- guests including Jonathan's twin brother Drew Scott and sister-in-law Linda Phan were treated to a gourmet buffet and video and arcade games -- now the couple's eager to grow their family and Jonathan will be a great stepdad to Zooey's children Elsie and Charlie but he's been saying for months that he can't wait to have kids of his own and they've already started trying

Page 31: Blake Lively and husband Ryan Reynolds are one of the most charitable couples in Hollywood and now the big-hearted duo are ready to take the next step by adopting a baby in need -- Blake and Ryan who share daughters James, Inez and Betty have donated millions of dollars to organizations working to protect the rights of immigrant children separated from their families and awaiting deportation -- day by day they've been warming up to the idea of providing an orphan with a forever home -- Ryan jokes that Blake is a baby machine who would have no trouble getting pregnant again, but their hearts really go out to these kids

* Ever since Bridgerton became a monster hit, the sizzling chemistry between Rege-Jean Page and costar Phoebe Dynevor has fans convinced that they're an offscreen item as well, but Rege-Jean's girlfriend Emily Brown is fed up with keeping their real-life romance under wraps and she's starting to feel like Rege's dirty little secret -- Emily has been dating Rege for two years and shares a home with him in East London -- the show's producers have been happy to let the rumors about Rege and Phoebe fly because it made their steamy sex scenes that much more believable -- Emily, a part-time soccer player and copywriter from Manchester, loves to go to pubs and party, which she and Rege used to do before the show came out -- Rege insists that keeping their relationship on the down-low is no big deal, but Emily wants everyone to know that the hunky Duke of Hastings is spoken for

* Mila Kunis and Ashton Kutcher have got the parenting thing down pat, and they're ready to share their know-how by penning a how-to manual -- their friends have been begging them for advice for years and Mila and Ashton make having kids look like a fun adventure and for them, it really is -- now that Ashton has wrapped up shooting his new thriller Vengeance, he and Mila finally have a little downtime and the handbook will include the duo's dos and don'ts for raising their children Wyatt and Dimitri like they never argue in front of the kids and make sure to treat them equally -- Mila's the stricter one and Ashton's the softie, but it's a team effort and it works and they admit it can get a bit chaotic, but they don't sweat the small stuff

Page 32: New parents Kit Harington and Rose Leslie may be in baby heaven, but they're dealing with the home renovation from hell -- the Game of Thrones alums, who recently welcomed their first child, have been up to their ears fixing up their 15th-century country manor, which is turning out to be a huge money pit -- Kit and Rose bought the $2.4 million spread shortly before tying the knot in 2018 and had no idea what they were getting into and the couple got hit by sticker shock when they finally got their plans approved to put in a new kitchen, master bath, pipes and flooring and it's going to cost them an extra half a million at least -- they still think it's the perfect place to raise a family, but overseeing an army of builders and designers with a newborn at home is leading to some serious sleep deprivation

* As Olivia Wilde and Harry Styles' romance heats up, the couple is planning a heart-to-heart with her ex-fiance Jason Sudeikis -- after filming wrapped on their movie Don't Worry (for the love of all that's holy, please put in a comma) Darling, the lovebirds flew to London to meet with Jason, who's been on the set of Ted Lasso in England because Olivia, who shares two kids with Jason, wants to clear the air and have a calm conversation about how everyone moves forward from here, and she wants Jason to realize that Harry is here to stay and Olivia needs Jason to understand this is a serious relationship, whether he likes it or not

* Baby Boom -- these celebs recently welcomed little ones -- Wilmer Valderrama and fiancee Amanda Pacheco welcomed a baby girl, Kansas City Chiefs QB Patrick Mahones and fiancee Brittany Matthews welcomed a daughter named Sterling Skye, Mandy Moore and Taylor Goldsmith welcomed a son named August Harrison

Page 34: Cover Story -- Britney Spears fights back -- she is ready to reclaim her life and she's looking to take down anyone who stands in her way, starting with her father, Jamie Spears

Page 36: In the wake of the #FreeBritney movement, Justin Timberlake who dated Britney Spears from 1999-2002, and publicly insinuated her cheating ruined their relationship, took to Instagram to offer a mea culpa, saying he wanted to apologize to Britney who he cares for and respects and he knows he failed -- he also contacted Britney directly to express his regrets over how he handled their breakup because he wanted to do the right thing and Britney accepted his apology and she was touched by the gesture and thought it was absolutely sincere and they had a nice little chat and it made Justin feel better knowing that Britney didn't hold any grudges

Page 38: They're So Grown Up -- the kids of some of Hollywood's biggest celebs are striking out on their own -- Ava Sambora is the daughter of Heather Locklear and Richie Sambora, Maya Hawke is the daughter of Ethan Hawke and Uma Thurman, Damian Hurley is the son of Elizabeth Hurley and Steve Bing

Page 39: Lily Sheen is the daughter of Kate Beckinsale and Michael Sheen, Jack Depp is the son of Johnny Depp and Vanessa Paradis, Lola Consuelos is the daughter of Kelly Ripa and Mark Consuelos

Page 40: Interview -- Dwayne Johnson -- with a new TV sitcom based on his early years, The Rock reveals all about his rollicking adventures growing up

Page 42: Slim Down for Spring -- how these stars got their best bodies ever just in time for the warmer weather

Page 46: Style Week -- Sara Sampaio is fronting Michael Kors' new campaign for its latest perfume, Gorgeous

Page 48: What's Hot Right Now -- break a sweat stylishly in LoveShackFancy X Beach Riot's limited-edition collection -- Nina Agdal

Page 49: Preppy Tennis Fashion -- Lele Sadoughi turns to '70s and '80s country club looks for its spring/summer 21 accessories

Page 50: Gift Guide -- self-care session -- pampering gifts that benefit body and mind because, hey, there's never been a better time to treat yourself -- Miranda Kerr

Page 52: Chrissy Teigen is a fan of affordable de-puffing and brightening holographic foil eye masks

Page 58: Buzz -- costars reunited -- Christopher Meloni and Mariska Hargitay for Law & Order: Organized Crime, 13 Going on 30's Mark Ruffalo and Jennifer Garner reconnected on the set of their upcoming movie The Adam Project

Page 59: Rachel Bilson shared a snap of herself with O.C. costar Melinda Clarke, Ben Savage and Danielle Fishel who played a beloved couple on Boy Meets World starred in Panera Bread's new commercial for Valentine's Day, Rebel Wilson and Adam Devine of Pitch Perfect met up during Super Bowl LV game in early February

Page 60: Sound Bites -- Jennifer Love Hewitt on her night out with Betty White, Henry Golding on expecting his first child, Drew Barrymore on never going under the knife, Salma Hayek discussing billionaire husband Francois-Henri Pinault

Page 61: Tiffany Haddish on taking a chill day, Colin Jost on letting Scarlett Johansson plan their wedding, Cameron Diaz on whether she plans to return to Hollywood, Kehlani on feeling sexier as a mom

Page 62: Horoscope -- Pisces Connie Britton turned 54 on March 6

Page 64: By the Numbers -- Ana de Armas