#but also. alas. it just wasn't meant to be. there is another I'm looking at.

[kittlyns]

One of the cars on my watch list sold today :c

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Prompts 8 and 14 with Poly lost boys? (If not Poly, I’ll be good with any of them-)

8. Quiet, she has just fallen asleep!

14. Are you alright?

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you like this!💜

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The house was quiet. Maria had gone off to work at the videostore, and Shelly had gone out to meet with her boyfriend Greg. Normally, I would have put some music on, doing some chores or making some art now that they were gone. But not today. I woke up feeling off. I had hoped that after some breakfast and some coffee, it would be over, but alas, it only got worse. So that's why I found myself lying on the couch, with the remote control of the telly in my hand. I still hadn't put it on, knowing that the sound - no matter how soft it could be - would only worsen the headache I had.

I closed my eyes as I felt another pang of pain flashing through my head. The headache had been there all day, but now it was slowly but surely turning into a splitting headache. I knew I couldn't ignore it any longer and made my way to the kitchen. Somewhere, in one of the cabinets, I was certain I'd have a package with aspirin. I sighed as I entered the kitchen, seeing the dirty dishes piling out of the sink. The remains of our lunch were lying on the kitchen island. It was a mess. Normally, I wouldn't mind cleaning it up, but now, the thought alone made me want to cry. God, I felt sick.

I opened the cupboard, realising that the package I had had been used up by my housemates. The only thing left of it was the empty box. I sighed as I threw it in the bin, deciding that I'd have to go to the drugstore. I got dressed in some comfortable yet more appropriate clothing - I didn't want to go outside in my pyjamas - and put my shoes on. After locating my keys on the dining room table, I headed outside - only to return to put a jacket on. It was surprisingly cold outside.

As I walked down the street, I was a little relieved to realise that the sun was setting already. It meant that my boyfriends would be going to the boardwalk soon. As much as the idea of being in a brightly lit, loud space didn't appeal to me, the idea of being with them and near them did.

The door to the drugstore opened with a soft tinkle as I pushed it open, the bell above the door signalling my presence. It was quiet inside, the only other customer an old lady. I greeted her quietly before searching the aisles for what I needed. I didn't pay attention when I heard the bell ring, nor did I pay attention to the space around me. So, when I found the brand I needed, and made a move to grab it, I bumped into someone.

"Oh my god, I'm so-"

"Shit, you look like shit babe!" I looked up and saw that I had bumped into Marko. I gave him a watery smile.

"I kind of feel like it, I think it hay-fever or something."

Marko nodded, his hand resting on my forehead to check my temperature. "I think it's a bit more than that."

"Fever?"

"Yeah, a bit. Come on," he took the medicine I wanted and walked towards the checkout. "You're staying with us tonight."

"Weren't you going to the boardwalk?"

"You're more important. Santa Carla won't forget who owns the place if we don't show up one night."

I nodded, taking a deep breath. It was suddenly really warm inside. "What were you doing here?"

"Paul's been complaining about a lack of liquorice in the cave."

"He really likes that stuff?"

"Apparently. We can't all be perfect," he paid for the liquorice and the aspirin, also asking for a bottle of water. He grabbed our stuff, opening the door for me. Once we were outside, I stopped walking for a moment, taking some deep breaths.

"Are you alright?"

I shook my head slightly. " 'm feeling a little faint."

"Go and sit down, alright?" He handed me the bottle of water and the aspirin. "Have you eaten today?"

I shrugged as I took a sip. "Wasn't hungry."

"You actually got the liquorice!" I looked up as I saw Paul appearing out of thin air in front of me. "And you got our gir- Jesus, you look like shit."

I nodded, feeling a little less faint than before. I heard the loud rumble of motorcycles, and I knew that Dwayne and David were also here now. I looked up, smiling tiredly as David walked towards me.

"Hey."

"Hey darlin'," he helped me stand up, looking me over as I did. I felt myself tremble a little. Maybe Marko was right, and this was more than allergies. "Let's get you home. Do you think you can hold on?"

I nodded, climbing on the back of his bike, and holding on to him tightly.

"We need some food, see if there's a store open so you can get her some fruit and bread and such."

"Sure thing. Is there anything you'd like?" Paul looked at me, and I shook my head. He nodded, kissing me softly on my forehead before driving off. Marko handed Dwayne the stuff we'd just bought, saying he'd be home shortly. He had to feed. Dwayne drove next to us, both David and him driving slower than usual. I was glad they did, mainly because their usual driving style was close to nauseating. Besides, with them driving slower, the chances of me gliding off were slimmer. I closed my eyes for a bit, a sudden tiredness overwhelming me.

"Don't fall asleep, love."

" 'm not." I mumbled, holding on a little tighter.

"We're almost home, then you can sleep all you want."

Dwayne was true to his word. Less than five minutes later, we stopped at the edge of the cliff leading towards the cave. Without a word, Dwayne lifted me up, carrying me in his arms down the stairs and into the lobby of the sunken hotel.

"Couch or bed?"

"Couch," I said softly, trying to stiffle a yawn, "Don't want to be alone."

"Alright, love."

He carefully laid me down on the couch, taking some pillows from Star's bed to make sure I was comfortable. David brought me the blanket I normally used while staying here, a thick and soft fabric covering the whole thing. I mumbled a soft thank you.

"How long have you been feeling sick?" David asked, crouching down next to me, brushing some hair out of my face.

"Since this morning."

"It's probably just a cold or a flu. Is the aspirin helping?"

"A little, I guess?"

He gave me a soft smile, getting up. I closed my eyes, drifting in and out of consciousness before sleep finally came.

I don't know how much time passed before I woke up, but when I did, I could hear an annoyed Dwayne hiss something at Paul and Marko.

"Quiet, she has just fallen asleep!"

"Ah shit, sorry, babe!" Paul whisper yelled at me, causing me to sleepily open my eyes.

" 's okay," I nodded, looking at them.

"I know you said you didn't want anything from the store, but I also brought you some cookies and chocolate."

I smiled tiredly, wincing as I felt my headache return. "Thank you, hon."

"If you're not feeling better tomorrow, we could give you some blood to speed up the healing process?" Marko offered. I bit my lip, not knowing whether I'd like that or not. I did feel sick, but to drink blood? "Just think about it, alright?"

"Yeah."

He smiled before looking outside. The sky was turning a bright red. He went to the back of the cave, climbing through the liftshaft. Dwayne and Paul followed. I pulled my blanket closer against me, curling up, when I felt a pair of arms lifting me up.

"Hm?"

"We're staying with you today, sweetheart."

" 's nice," I mumbled sleepily, already dosing off as he brought me to the bedroom. I was asleep before I even hit the pillow, my boys surrounding me, making sure I'd be okay.

[mayajadewrites]

Could've Been You (Aizawa x Fem! Reader, Hawks x Fem! Reader)

chapter thirteen

I'M BAAAAAAAACK! sorry for the long wait, but I wanted to be sure to provide you guys a good chapter that will help keep the story going. i'm probably going to change this more to aizawa x reader, since keigo has one foot out the door lol I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

✦ story synopsis: You're the new teacher at UA with a rocky past with one of their beloved teachers, Shouta Aizawa aka Eraserhead. You'd rather never see him again but alas, such is life. You also meet Keigo, aka Hawks, who is the opposite of Aizawa. Smiley, golden retriever energy.

✦ chapter content warnings: none

✦ relationships: aizawa x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader

comments are ALWAYS loved and appreciated <3

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"She's here, isn't she?"

There he was, Keigo, standing in Aizawa's doorway with a scowl on his face.

You keep your face behind the door, pressing your ear against the door hoping to hear more.

Shota is not one to back down from anything, especially when it comes to you. After all, he waited years to have you.

"And if she is?" Shota crosses his arms over his chest, his biceps pressed against the hardness of his chest.

Keigo looks at Shota, eyeing his stature, as if sizing him up. He puffed up his wings a bit, looking inside the room. "I need to explain to her what happened, that I-"

"You can save it, pretty boy."

"She moved on that quickly, hm? A shame that you had to have my leftovers."

"Leftovers?" Shota's voice got louder, and you can sense the tension in the room. "She isn't a piece of meat. Is that how you think of her? Since you slept with her, you think you own her?"

"I'm just saying - I've had her, and now you have too. I see those bites on your skin, I've had those too."

Shota was starting to get enraged. The thought of you, sleeping with Keigo before him makes his blood boil. No, you weren't together, but in his mind - you're his. He doesn't need a reminder of who's been inside you before.

You pull on a pair of Shota's sweats and a t-shirt, walking out of the bedroom quietly.

Your heart rate increased as you stepped into the living space. If looks could kill, you'd be dead from the look on Keigo's face.

"There's the woman of the hour." Keigo looks at you, his voice dripping in sarcasm.

"Keigo, please leave." Your usual strong persona was not present. Your arms are across your chest - you're uncomfortable.

"Not without me explaining myself. You can't just sleep with another dude because I left when you were sleeping."

"Sleeping with Shota wasn't a spur of the moment decision, Keigo. Actually, you were."

His face slightly changed, no longer with a proud smirk on his face.

"I've known Shota since we were in high school. We had a falling out, but he's always been a part of my life, a part of me."

"So our nights together meant nothing, hm? I was just there as a placeholder?"

You sigh, your hand pressing to your forehead. "No, I actually liked you. But when you left me without a word, something in my gut told me to leave you alone. And my gut was right."

Shota is leaning on the doorframe, watching you speak with a slight smirk on his face. Damn, that's my girl.

"I'm not the one for you, and that's okay. You need a woman that will fuel that giant ego of yours. More of a fan girl."

Keigo's face turned a bit red as he looked down at the ground. He's embarrassed, no doubt, but you had no choice.

Without another word, he turned around and walked away. His face was full of... hurt. Possibly embarrassment.

How could she want him instead of me?

His insecurities were starting to seep through his cocky exterior, which made him flee.

Shota closed the door, looking at you once again. He brought his hands to each side of your face, squeezing your cheeks gently as he looks at you. "Look at you standing up for yourself." His voice is soft as he caresses your soft skin.

Your hands wrap around his wrists, looking up at him as you stand on your tippy toes to eliminate any space left between you.

Shota's lips mended with yours, moving slowly as his thumb grazed over your cheek. "Are you sure I'm what you want?"

Your eyes flutter open as you look into his, nodding slowly. "There's no one else for me. Just you."

Months went by as you and Shota rebuilt your relationship. Almost like getting to know each other all over again, this time without the angst.

You basically live in Shota's apartment, yours almost untouched a couple of doors down. You spend your days teaching the next generation of heroes, and at night you belong to Shota.

"Kitten, can you pour me a glass of wine please?" Shota's on the couch, reading the newest novel he picked up from the bookstore.

You nod, finishing washing the dishes and grabbing him a stemless glass, filling the cup with the sweet liquid.

After pouring yourself a glass, you plop down next to him and hand him his.

"Thank you." His lips press against your temple, your body curling next to his as you press your chin to his shoulder.

"Your book looks boring." You sigh, skimming the pages.

"Actually, there was something I wanted to bring up to you." He closed the book, his attention now on you. You straighten your posture as you look at his face - this is definitely serious.

"There have been more villains around. And... I was thinking, you and I could be a part of the team that protects the city. I think both of our quirks would work-"

You freeze. The last time you and Shota fought a villain together, you ended up in a coma. Your friendship with him was done.

Shota could sense your anxiety, and his hands anchored you to him.

"Hey, I'm right here." His voice is soft as he caresses you.

Your whole body felt like it was frozen. Like there was absolutely no way you could move anytime soon. Your anxiety was palpable.

"Shota..."

"There are lives at stake, darling. This isn't a training session. I'm... I'm worried."

You force yourself to look into his eyes, your heart sinking as you watch him.

This might be the beginning of the end.

[hikarry]

Crowley probably didn't keep any sort of direct contact with Warlock or the Dowling's after working as a tutor in the house, but I'm sure he still keeps an eye on Warlock from afar just to make sure he is doing alright because he is a sentimental lil snake that can't let go

Aziraphale didn't have that problem because he's not that great with kids anyway and he was just a gardener for most of the time. But Crowley was also the nanny. He raised the boy ever since he was a small kid and most definitely spent more time with him during Warlock's first 11 years than anyone else. Of course the softie would get attached

In the beginning, it had just been a job for the both of them. Another task to try and prevent the Apocalypse and save their way of living, but the line between pretending and being blurred quite fast. Pretending was easy. Hell, he's a demon. Pretending is part of the job to get temptations done. He is a pro with 6000 years of experience under his belt. But suddenly, he started caring. He started smiling when the tiny hands reached out to him. He relaxed when he swayed Warlock on his arms and sang him lullabies until the wee child fell asleep. He laughed when he carefully sat on the floor with his skirts and played with plastic dinosaurs to entertain the boy. He felt warm inside when the small child insisted on sitting on his lap when they were watching some stupid brain rotting cartoons on the telly. He felt slightly more alive when the kid held his hand and pulled him around enthusiastically on their trips to the observatory and Crowley had the chance to share random facts about the stars and the galaxy in general to two very interested ears. Yes, it was about saving the planet and swaying the child between being good and evil, but that wasn't just it, was it? Not when Warlock fell ill and Crowley stayed up all night to tend to him or when the kid had nightmares and he yelled for the nanny and not for his mother.

Crowley knew how to calm him down and how to make him laugh. He had a mental catalog of all his facial expressions and what they meant. He was right there before the child even started crying, picking him up, pulling him to his chest, and singing to him while caressing his hair because he knew that's what he needed. A little bit of attention he barely got from his parents. A little bit of love. Crowley, better than anyone else, knows what it is to have negligent parents, and he wouldn't let Warlock be tainted by that if he had anything to say about it. Alas, he saw a lot of himself in the kid.

Shit thing is, after the birthday party, he has no reason to see him anymore. He could keep visiting him as the Nanny or the Tutor but what when Warlock started questioning why he didn't age? Crowley wouldn't expose his demonic nature like he forcibly did with Adam

Cause yes I believe Adam has his number and they end up growing quite close after Armageddon. Not only cause Adam thinks Aziraphale and Crowley are hella cool but because Crowley delivered the boy, bloody hell! Sure he didn't look after him for 11 years like he did Warlock but he's still a softie! An "I had you in a basket in the back of my car when you were a new born. I delivered you to the nunnery where you would meet your parents" type of softie

He cares about Adam, but he low-key cares more about Warlock and its tragic that's exactly the boy he doesn't have a reason to be close to anymore

Bet every year on Warlock's birthday he goes check on him and sends a quick miracle his way before heading to Adam's birthday party

[lovelytayforce]

since you're doing hcs

HCs for the 13 primes in 200 words or less so it's challenging 🫢

Bro thinks Imma FOLLOW THE RULES WHEN RULES ARE MEANT TO BE BROKEN Anyways, ladies and non binaries; let's get this show started!

I've actually written very small vignettes for the 13 for a RP for the people who are out of the loop, no they aren't published but maybe one day I can post em if someone asks nicely 😘 I'd have to explain the context of it all but basically I made this whole sim area based off of Elysia realm; that game mode left a lasting impact on me and it made sense for the Prime's to enter their wisdom as data that embody who they are when they are updated for wisdom is not given, it's earned through mistakes and strife in life. Anyways let's start from the top with my favorite of the Primes: Onyx Prime He doesn't get a lot of screentime which sucks cause he's like THE SHEPARD of the group: He should be guiding Optimus more than Alpha Trion does come on writers THATS HIS WHOLE THING LEADING! (IDW was Shockwave so that doesn't count) I need more of his friendly and kind hearted personality to shine in the main series so BADLY and like again I'm the Predacon addict; let him be my token PREDACON 😭 Anyways onto HCs - with his Triptych Mask; I often give him the aesthetic of opening doors to many places across the universe since he's so spiritually connected to nature and life as it is, he basically has a "Tunnel of light" that can not only guide him but the souls of dearly departed or maybe a lost living soul looking for a reason to keep going forward. - He wanted to live peacefully on Cybertron for a very long time but alas Cybertron wasn't the best place for predacons and maximals with their connection with nature and as transformers I feel he would gladly take the call to transform, adapt and evolve for the betterment of their people - Also, he smelt that functionism bs a mile away and decided to cut his losses while he could. His kids come first! - Can be considered the most motherly and emotionally aware of the group, he's got a good head on him which is why he's so well liked 💙 - He's best friends with predaking in all continuities idc they always find each other - Despite being apart of the Well of Allsparks, he has a physical form but it takes a lot of energy to stabilize so don't expect long talks at night. Onto my second favorite- Quintus Prime! Can I just mention how beautiful this design is? He's so pretty I love him 💙

I never really agreed with him being unimaginative considering he created life but I understood the perfectionist plights he held as for idealism, where his concepts really that unrealistic? I loved questioning that because despite his good intentions he made probably one of the worst species alive but it brings about a funny thing about life; you can't mold individuals with free will to your vision. One way or another this would have unfolded considering many would do anything to reach their god much less creator to understand their purpose in life. okay no more philosophy, lets move on to those hcs~ - After many of his failed attempts at making allies for Cybertronians he withheld himself in the land of his daydreams casting aside his perfectionist habits, he paints. He creates for the joy of it, for within a dream nothing can escape his control. It gives him time to think things out and truly understand how life exists and the beauty of nature that once puzzled him that his brother Onyx knew so well. It's a slow process but it opens this scientist's horizons beyond anything even primus could anticipate! You already know whose my next favorite is if you know me and my love for Transformers Cybertron and Armada those shows were my CHILDHOOD BRO Let's set the timer for Vector Prime! ⏰ YOU'LL ALWAYS BE ICONIC QUEEN THE FIRST PRIME I EVER STANNED OPTIMUS PRIME WHO /jk

I subscribe to the majority of his Ask Vector Prime answers which as follows: He's a fan of the dinobots He used to "boogie down" with a disco ball. Despite having traveled far and wide, he could not see why kids loved Cinnamon Toast Crunch. If he had to choose a beast mode, it would be a large sea mammal. Everyone he ever cares about will grow old and die in what, to him, is just the pulse of a spark. Sometimes, he feels alone even when he's in a crowd. His favorite human movie was Back to the Future, due to the performance of lead actor Eric Stoltz. He revealed himself as a Point One Percenter (after the Shroud).

Please read what this man talks about on tfwiki, he's a national treasure who brings me joy during my great depression. Anyways onto my own hcs 🥰

He's a stickler for being on time! Don't you dare be late! You're wasting his precious time!Vector Prime - The clock that always strikes on time!He's the first POP (Point One Percenter) and was the mold for many POP's in the future such as Skywarp As a being held by the constraints of time, even though he wants to save as many universes as he can, he simply cannot; he's stuck between a physical form and a form distorted by the whims of time and space what little control he has is simply a delicacy that must be treasured with the utmost care. He keeps small trinkets from his favorite universes and planets and leaves clocks around for the sole purpose of helping those looking for his helping hand. Also, I just think it'd be neat to find a giant clock and if you strike right for midnight he'll appear!!

The rest are in the reblogs. 👏🏽

[batbux]

In the League of Assassins, to return home to find one's personal quarters breached, door ajar, is a violation of the highest order - a threat, a declaration of war all rolled into one.

In Wayne Manor, it was WORSE.

Damian stood in the hallway, backpack clenched in one hand, glaring at his bedroom door with everything he had. In a just world, the door would have the decency to at least burst into flames. Alas, it did not and Damian came no closer to developing x-ray vision in the intervening moments.

He clicked his tongue and stalked forward, determined to spew vitriol of the highest caliber at the interloper.

Grayson and Todd had plans today - it was why Pennyworth had been the one to collect him from school. Brown and Cain were currently staying in the manor, but they usually only appeared around meals like the stray cats Damian fed behind the now defunct grilled cheese restaurant on the corner of Washington and 147th. Thomas and Drake usually returned later in the day - school and work respectively.

In short - Damian's room had either been breached by a stranger which was staggeringly unlikely, or there was a flaw in his information.

Throwing open the door, Damian's eyes met Drake's and every scathing insult died on his lips.

Because the older boy was sitting in Damian's desk chair with a pastel pink box on his lap. The same one that Damian had secreted away last night and hoped to return today with his older "brother" none the wiser.

"So, do you want to talk about this or..." Tim trailed off, seeming oddly relaxed.

"Get out of my room."

"Ok, because this Hello Kitty caboodle was a cherished gift from Stephanie and I was beside myself when I found out it was missing this morning."

Damian could see the bruising now, creeping up the side of Drake's neck where he'd turned to avoid taking a pipe to the throat.

"I decided to work from home," he explained unnecessarily, catching how Damian's eyes lingered on the too dark shadow around his collar. "Why did you take my makeup?"

Damian glared at him, lip curling in disgust.

"Ok," Drake said again. "At least tell me you didn't use my brushes and sponges. I don't want the cross contamination of your face germs."

"How dare you!" Damian hissed, clenching his free hand into a fist as well now. "To imply I'm unclean-"

"Oh my god, shut up. Everyone has weird face germs and whole ecosystems on their skin. People have mites in their eyelashes."

After a quick Google search, Damian determined that to be true and resolved to never think about it again.

"It's not sanitary to share," Drake concluded. Finally, he stood. Hopefully that meant that he was done with this whole mortifying ordeal. "But, Damian..."

"Leave," he ordered. Drake didn't. He just looked at Damian. It was- it was uncomfortable. Rude, even. And it certainly didn't make Damian sweat with the knowledge that a properly motivated Red Robin was nearly as observant as Batman himself.

"I'm going to make you an offer," Tim said, seemingly finding something in Damian's face or body language. "I'll take you out to a proper store for brushes and makeup - they'll be able to help with your shades and stuff better than I can - and as soon as we get home we'll never speak about it again."

Damian's eyes narrowed.

"Why?"

"Arguably so you'll be better able to go undercover - Bruce had me posing as Caroline Hill when I was a little older than you are now. But also, maybe it's a gender thing."

"It's not."

"Okay," Drake agreed easily. "But I'm going out as a woman if we do go - I have a rapport with the workers at the Sephora in Burnley."

Drake had no pride as a man, that much was obvious. Internally, Damian could admit that wasn't... Bad.

"Do you... Prefer to be a woman?" he asked stiffly because he may think Drake was a consummate waste of air, but he wasn't a monster. He would use the right pronouns.

"I don't really care," he said. "I don't feel strongly one way or another."

Leave it to Drake to half ass the entire concept of his own gender.

"If you go as a woman, would I present a hindrance to your cover?" Damian asked before he remembered that leaving for a little makeup outing with Timothy Drake was one of the last things he wanted to do.

"I could swing it," he answered. "But I think you might have fun dressing up. Have you seen my collection of wigs?"

Without knowing how, exactly, Damian found himself sat down at a proper vanity in Drake's private bathroom, hair framing his face in gentle medium brown waves. As Drake struggled with an unopened tube of eyeliner in the background, he looked at himself in the mirror.

A face achingly reminiscent of his mother's peered back at him.

[violentkisses999]

only you can convince octavia to have mercy on her opposers.

all night, your lover laid awake, her arms around you securely. no matter when or where, she had always felt the need to protect you.

no barriers of fabrics covered your bodies. octavia's bare chest pressed against your back. her biceps still as tense as they were when she joined you in bed. her thumb kneaded at the pudge of your belly.

you were so soft and sheltered. she couldn't remember the last time she had seen your skin deeply wounded, and she liked it that way. may whatever supreme being above have mercy on the fool who blew at the flame that kept her going, because she wouldn't.

she decided that you weren't fit for war. you thrived the most in front of a computer. you did more for your people when your fingers were racing across keys at the speed of light. on the ark, computer coding was just a class you were good at. it also happened to be the skill that came most in handy on the ground.

octavia didn't know how you did it. you were a hero to so many people that would never even know your name. watching you save more lives than she could take with the click of a few buttons was always so satisfying.

she mindlessly nudged at the nape of your neck with the tip of her nose. your fresh scent fogged her senses in a way that she easily submitted to. she could stay lost in your presence all night, but alas, duty called.

a mission in polis: another ambassador of king roan sticking their nose where it shouldn't be. soon, they won't have any business of their own to mind.

kane suggested that it wasn't in her best interest to go through with it. he told her that the killings would be for nothing once roan knows the truth.

she knew this, but she was burdened with one purpose: to protect. whether it be a grounder or an arkadian, no more of her friends would die. if that meant killing anyone that threatened roan, she's willing to live with their deaths.

with that in mind, she left you lying in bed with a gentle kiss along your hairline. she was careful to not dip the bed as she lifted herself. her sharp eyes tracked the slow rise and fall of your waist to be sure you hadn't awoken.

the pale moonlight was all that assisted her search for her belongings. sneakily, she maneuvered herself into her armor. she was struggling to find her boots. she throws them in the same place every night, how could they just-

"there better be a warm bed for you in polis." octavia's search was cut short by your fried voice. she could've sworn she felt something thud in her neck as she twisted to look at you. you were still in the same position. your back to her. however, the quickened rise and fall of your waist didn't slip past her.

she quickly gathered herself to respond. she was so startled, she asked, "what are you sayi-"

you didn't even let her finish her question before continuing, "if you leave me here tonight, i'm not letting you back in."

to anyone else, you just sounded pissed off and stern. but octavia wasn't just 'anyone else'. she could hear the well hidden sobs and the slight stuffiness in your voice.

you were... crying. her eyes softened and all of a sudden, she wasn't so determined to leave.

the sound of metal clanking with metal could be heard as her jacket fell to the floor. her now free hands flew to encase the hill of your hips, her knee pressing a dip into the mattress as she sat beside you. as if you'd break under pressure, she carefully turned you to lay on your back.

once she saw your face practically soaked in tears, her heart shattered into a million pieces. she ran calloused thumbs over your moonlit tears.

"my baby," she whispered as she lowered her forehead to rest on yours.

your shaking hands clutched the leather of her armor, you drug them over her arms. it seemed as if the sight of her fully clothed was enough to break your resolve, because you broke into heavy sobs right then. your shoulders shook as you whimpered, "please, don't leave."

you were begging her to listen to kane. even though you didn't see eye to eye with the man most of the time, this was one thing that the two of you agreed upon.

listening to you bawling seemed to cease the war in her mind. she swiftly pressed her lips against yours, swallowing your cries. as she pulled away, her nose nudging yours, she eased her palms over the crown of your head, pulling your hair out of your face.

"i'm not going anywhere." her cracked lips welded with yours once again. the sigh you released tickled her face beautifully.

and just like that, she remembered why you were her first priority. how could she forget?

"ai hod yu in."

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[optimisticstudentangel]

Centaur Simeon

Warning: shameless smut, reader's genitals are not mentioned, size kink, monster cock, centaur fucking, breeding, mating cycles, unprotected sex, shaming, guilt tripping?

Author's note: I might write headcanons about Centaur!Simeon.

Walking through the woods, you just accidentally stumbled upon a handsome guy standing behind the bushes. He was picking berries from the bush, and did not immediately notice a pair of interested eyes that were watching him so closely. You were fascinated by the unusual beauty of the guy, you noticed that he was not wearing clothes. His torso was muscular, he was very good-looking.

"How charming he is," you thought to yourself. You might have approached him to get to know him, but you didn't want to disturb this unearthly idyll so much. It seemed to you that if you get too close to him, you will spoil this beautiful sight, and he will disappear from your field of vision.

The guy finished eating berries from the bush and decided to head to another bush to try blackberries.

"He's not human!" you understood. You almost exclaimed in surprise because of what you saw. To make sure it wasn't a mirage or an illusion, you rubbed your eyes and looked at the guy again. He really wasn't an ordinary person, he was a centaur.

Your body backed away, you didn't want the centaur to notice you. But alas, while you were quietly walking back to watch him from a more far distance, you did not notice the branch and stepped on it, which made a sound that attracted the centaur's attention.

The guy abruptly turned his head to the source of the sound. He didn't look happy, the guy was walking slowly in your direction. Oh, how big he was. Even if the centaur has not approached you yet, you have noticed that there is a big difference in height between you. Your heart started beating faster from fear. His towering figure came closer and closer, from which you began to go down on all fours. You wanted to become invisible so that you could hide from his serious gaze.

"I'm sorry…" you mumbled.

"Are you a hunter?" the centaur asked. The creature that stood in front of you was looking at you, trying to figure out if you were dangerous or not. Realizing that there is no particular threat in you, the guy stopped, leaving a small distance between the two of you, a meter long.

"No! I was just passing by, I'm sorry. Your beauty is so expressive that I couldn't restrain myself and stared at you."

The guy laughed. His expression softened and a smile replaced his anger. He liked your honesty.

"I've never met people like you. You're interesting. I am Simeon," the centaur introduced himself.

From his dazzling smile, butterflies appeared in your stomach. You could have sworn it. "Am I blushing now?" you thought. Most likely yes. Instantly you felt your cheeks start to burn, which means that you are really blushing. To distract yourself from his comely appearance, you decided to lower your gaze, but unfortunately you saw something that made your cheeks turn an even darker shade of red.

"What a big one he has…" - you made a note to yourself. Immediately after this thought, you felt ashamed that you were even thinking about such a thing.

It seems that your new acquaintance also realized this. His smile transformed into something frightening, his expression meant nothing good.

"Where are you looking?" Simeon asked. "Aren't you ashamed? We've only known each other for a few minutes, and you're already looking at my private parts," he shamed you. "I didn't mean to-" You noticed how his cock became erect and that a discharge began to flow from him.

You shifted your gaze from his cock to his face again. "Hmm? Nothing to say? You should feel ashamed for your indecent actions," Simeon reproached you. "To atone for your guilt, you will have to be my personal mate for sex… You see, it's breeding season, and I haven't met a single centaur or, for that matter, a human in this forest. And you just got caught by me, besides, you want it yourself, don't you? So be kind to ease my torments and give me pleasure," said Simeon.

You agreed, partly you yourself wanted to see what a big cock of a strong centaur is capable of.

For starters, you asked him to take a more comfortable position for you. Simeon lay down in a green clearing, his stomach was visible, and you told him to lift his thigh. So you have the view to his thick dick. Of course, letting his penis inside of you without prior preparation would be very painful.

So you just started by jerking him off. With smooth movements up and down, you helped him with the accumulated desire to fuck. The centaur was very sensitive, most likely he did not often have the opportunity to somehow satisfy himself. It was hard for him to restrain his voice, he said hoarsely, "Go on! Don't stop!". His eyes rolled back, and soon, unable to restrain himself, he released the accumulated sperm, which in turn splashed on you and on your clothes. You licked the droplets of his sperm from your hands, their taste was unusual.

"I want to enter you," Simeon said hoarsely.

Damn. You knew you shouldn't rush, but at the same time you wanted his huge cock to tear you to hell.

Taking off your clothes and throwing them near the bushes, you lay down next to Simeon's horse body. You helped him lift his hip and gave him the opportunity to rest his hoof on your back. It was easier for both of you that way.

You slowly began to insert his dick inside yourself, all this was accompanied by your loud moans and sighs. Simeon had to restrain himself so as not to fuck you with his horse cock and tear your narrow insides.

Only a small part of his cock was able to enter you, and even that made you feel full to the end. Before that, you didn't have the opportunity to deal with such a thick penis, and most likely, you won't have such experiments anymore.

"I'm starting to move," Simeon muttered softly. Since you didn't have much free space for movement, he could only come out of you a little and fill a small void again. "That's not enough for me," the centaur growled. That's why you started helping him with your hands.

Looking at the place where his dick and your insides joined, you were convinced that only a quarter of his dick could fit into you. You started jerking off to him again, along with this Simeon tried to push his organ into you as far as possible, from which an unusual combo appeared, which could make him cum again at any second.

"I'm coming right now," the centaur warned you. But he wasn't going to take his dick out of you, instead he stretched your narrow walls to fit his size and stuck his dick as far as possible into you.

"Stop, Simeon!" - but before you could react, you felt a viscous liquid fill your insides. Your belly quickly got bigger because of such a huge amount of sperm.

Half of his seed came out of you because it couldn't physically fit in your belly.

"Oops, I think I overdid it a little," Simeon said with a laugh. With his forehead, he began to rub against your forehead, thus showing affection. "Get some rest, we still have to continue after that" "What?" you asked in surprise. "Hahaha. What did you think? The breeding cycle of centaurs is long. You're going to help me, aren't you? It would be very rude of you to leave me alone in such a difficult period for me!"

What were you not going to do to lighten someone else's heavy burden. But after looking at his eyes, you realized that you can't leave him alone with his unpleasant problem.

[nervousladytraveler]

Promps again😊 Too hot to cuddle

Oh @veryflowerobservation, what have you done? This started off a small thing then turned into a proper story. Well almost proper--it's not done yet. But here's where we are so far. From the Poldark Like Someone/Rose in December universe (maybe called "Plans and Proposals"?) And it's pretty darned hot here this week so I feel like I did some "field research" but alas I did not have Ross to help me.

Thanks again!

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“Well, well! Such progress!” Ross said as he came up behind Demelza in the kitchen garden–or to be precise, the plot that had been a garden at one time and was once again in the making. He hadn’t meant to sound patronising but the look she shot him made him fear she might whack him with her spade.

“I had forgotten how god awful this soil was here. Packed hard but also sandy and now full of weeds. And stones.” She stooped to pick up a rather large one then threw it over her shoulder. Farquahar, their six month old puppy ran to chase it then lost his focus when a moth flew by. That he’d remained outside this long was unusual. He had a dislike of getting his paws dirty, a rather unfortunate trait in a dog, much less a dog that resides on a farm.

“We could move your garden elsewhere,” Ross suggested practically.

“No, tradition says this is where the Nampara garden lives. Your mum had it here, I had it here years ago, this is where it shall remain as long as the Poldark name is on the land deed.

He smiled. She wasn't really cross with him, just frustrated with her task–a task she rather adamantly took on herself. 

Ross still found pleasure in all of Demelza's moods–even when she was fractious or even a little impatient. It meant she was real and that their relationship was genuine and not confined to safety at the surface. 

Anyone could be sweet and accommodating for the first few months of love but at some point, if they were honest with one another, disagreements should in fact occur. Their quarrels weren’t dramatic, it turned out. They laughed off the times they didn't see eye to eye and never let the sun set on a row. Ross should have expected as much since that had been the case with them years ago. Well, at least that had been their playbook for most of the time they were together until …

Best not to think of that.

Instinctively Ross moved towards Demelza to ease his mind. He managed to land one kiss on her neck before she wriggled away.

“No, that's enough of that, Ross. Not now,” she said and stepped back before he was able to wrap his arms around her. “It's too hot to cuddle.”

“It's never too hot to cuddle,” he said, his arms still outstretched. Another sidewise glance from her told him what she thought of that.

“You might regret those words, Ross. I’m stinky as hell,” she said and crouched to pull out a clump of Ribwort plantain, then thought better of it. “These are supposed to be good for bees.” 

“I happen to like your stink,” he countered.

She sniffed her t-shirt sleeve then wrinkled her nose dramatically to prove her point. “Seriously, I'm even makin’ myself sick. As soon as I'm done here I'm headed straight for the shower. Then we can revisit your proposal.”

“I can run you a cool bath now if you'd like.” He’d meant to sound supportive but immediately saw he was distracting her.  

“I'm nowhere near done for the day but if that ever happens, I’ll use the outdoor shower.” She struck her spade back into the packed soil. 

The outdoor shower was an inspiration he’d had when the (new) North Barn was being built. It made sense to have a place where one could clean up before heading indoors, whether one had been in the field or at the beach. It was a vast improvement from the previous set up in the yard.

Good god that water was cold, he thought, recalling the rubber hose and rusty old sink.

“Fucking hell!” Demelza bent over to pick up another rock. “Who’d have guessed that nature would so fiercely take back an unattended garden. I mean it hasn't been abandoned that long, has it?”

Only six years.

He made some half-hearted attempts to keep it going after she left–out of spite really–before he finally let it go to rack and ruin.

“Demelza, love,” he said, suddenly feeling very guilty about his role in the garden’s current state. “Please, let the lads do this. They’ll be done in the hopyard in an hour and can even come through with the tractor…”

“No!” she said, then laughed when she heard herself. “Sorry, no thank you. I can do it–I want to do it.”

“Do you?”

“Well, the growin’ things part yes but not really the wrestlin’ with the rocky earth part. But I simply won't be one of those pretentious weekend gardeners. The ones who have the whole thing set up for them by someone else and then just show up to pluck a weed or two and prune the tomato vines and call themselves ‘avid gardeners’...”

“Tomatoes? Is that your plan?”

“Maybe.” 

“No one is doubting your commitment, Demelza,” he said. “Unless you are.”

“No, it's not that. But you should know…well, I'm not really into havin’…” She paused, carefully picking her words.

“Into having…?”

“Help,” she said. “I mean hired help. Like servants.”

“Come on! Michael and Sean aren't…”

“Yes, they are, Ross. And havin’ once been the hired help myself, I’m not really comfortable havin’ someone else in that role workin’ for me. No offence, Ross. And no judgement–I know your family has had help for generations and it is needed on a farm but…”

“Isn't a garden part of the farm? The idea is to grow things, is it not?”

“Not a kitchen garden. It's more like an extension of the house and…it just isn't for me.”

“Demelza, sure you were the help at one time, but you were also more than…”

“Watch out, Ross,” she laughed. “I don't think you want to follow that thought to its logical conclusion of just what more I was….”

He nodded solemnly (point taken) but her smile suggested she was teasing more than warning.

“Look, love, don’t try to downplay it. I was a servant—farmhand, maid, cook, whatever the role. I was in service. And it's part of who I am–what I was. Just as you once were a soldier,” she said softly. “These things made us who we are now.”

“Okay, I see that. I’m sorry if you felt I was trying to erase an essential part of your…”

“No worries,” she brushed it off. “Just no servants for me.”

“Got it–but what about a cleaner–occasionally?”

“Oh good lord. With just the two of us? I think we can manage!” she snorted. “Although…” Some new thought seemed to pass through her mind. “Maybe, if we were havin’ a big do–like a special party or celebration or somethin’—we could have someone come through, just the once.” 

“Cleaner for special occasions only. Duly noted,” he nodded. “But no housekeepers, footmen, butlers, valets,  cooks…”

“Cooks?” she laughed. “That's ridiculous! Unless…”

“Unless?”

“Maybe–again a big do–like a catered event for more than twenty people–we'd need help with that.”

“And maybe before this hypothetical big do, we’d need to hire on a gardener to tidy up in the yard?” he laughed. “I mean, is the party outdoors?”

“Don't you think it would need to be? If it's like fifty people?”

“I thought you said twenty?”

“I said more than twenty. And we could certainly accommodate fifty–or more–out here. But yes, maybe a temporary gardener so that you don't spend all day trimmin’ the shrubs and then be too knackered to play the host. Plus you'd need to keep your nails clean and all that.”

“What kind of party is that where people are scrutinising my grooming? And I always wear work gloves, don’t you know?” He gave a teasing glance to her own hands, gloveless as usual. “But you seem to be giving this “do” some thought.”

“Hypothetical do. Strictly hypothetical,” she smiled. “But I do mean it–no hired help in the house, day to day.”

“Noted.”

“Maybe a childminder–workin’ folks need that obviously–but no proper nanny per se and no live-ins!”

“Oh?” He raised a brow. This was new. He wasn't sure where she was going but she seemed to have leapt ahead of hypothetical outdoor catered parties for fifty (or more) guests on to a more distant future. He considered prodding her into offering more information then decided to wait her out.

“I wonder… just because all was fertile here once doesn't guarantee it is now…Do you think we’re startin’ this too late?” she asked, pausing again and this time leaning on her spade for support. 

“Too late for what?” 

“A garden, of course.” She looked at him like he’d just asked the most idiotic of questions. “Surely it would have been better to start in April or even May. But now? It's so hot…”

“The heat isn't helping but since you're buying your plants already started from the garden centre, I think you’ll be fine,” he reassured her. “And we both know, you can coax anything into growing.”

“Seeds! Of course I’d need good quality seed...but that’s for next year…” Her head snapped up as though she’d made up her mind. “Okay, Ross you can help me.”

“What?” He was struggling to keep up. 

“You can help me dig, if that’s what you're offerin’...”

“Yes,” he laughed. “I’ll gladly help you, just let me go change.” Then he paused to ask the question on his mind. “Demelza, what do you mean by ‘that’s for next year’?”

“That next year I’ll do this garden properly and try my hand at growin' plants from actual seeds,” she said. “What do you think I meant?”

"Nothing. Just know that whatever your plans--for the future--I support them."

"Even if I give them up half way through and bunk off to go swimmin' instead?" she laughed.

"Swimming?"

"Yes," she said. "Forget the garden for now. Let's go down to Hendrawna. Days this hot just beg for the sea."

"Well, Madame," he said, "I accept your proposal."

[berriblossom]

Chapter 1| Ever so perfect

Ayato x Male reader series

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Inazuma's Tri-Commission family clans had to be of utmost perfection not only in the eyes of Inazuma citizens, but also to fellow nations, and even the eyes of the almighty Shogun. Because of this, some clan heads had fallen short of the high demand it was to be an Inazuman commissioner. While often times it felt as if other high-elite families would wait on the downfall or slip-ups of certain commissioners. As what has happened to the Kujo clan and unfortunately the Kamisato clan in the past.

But with the new era of Inazuma, changes had to be made. But the unspoken rules of how a clan head should appear to the Inazuma public didn't go unchanged, especially with the new young heir to the Kamisato family's title as Yashiro commissioner. Kamisato Ayato's appearance to the public eye was nothing short of perfection. The new Yashiro commissioner was a young, beautiful, talented, charming, and well-rounded gentleman. Along with his sweet, adorable younger sister, lady Ayaka. The Yashiro commissioner was perfection.

But even a man of perfection has needs of his own too. but with how his life was set up, Ayato was used to those needs being ignored. he was used to the fleeting looks, the prayers of women, and all around begging to have him to their own. How so many high-elite mothers would practically beg to have him court their daughters, nieces, and sisters. No matter the age.

However, every time he would thank them for their kind and affectionate words but would politely decline them. Half of Inazuma city knew of how many heartbroken women cried themselves to sleep with how the Yashiro commissioner had broken their hearts in twain with his charming smile, his handsome eyes, and of course his sultry voice.

"I'm terribly sorry but I'm going to have to decline, you seem like a wonderful woman. but alas, my work came first. I must serve Inazuma first before myself. Please understand, if it were my way I would challenge it." he'd say.

It was so unfair to the masses when he declared his work for Inazuma came first and not his romantic life. Such a shame indeed, but no one could dare say he wasn't a dedicated man. Some would say too dedicated...

It was another late night, Ayato bidding goodnight to his sister, Thoma, and the rest of the Kamisato house staff. He was the only one awake at such an awful hour. His eyes burned in exhaustion, his shoulders felt heavy with unwanted tension and his mind was plagued with frustration and anxieties about the future. The Vision Hunt Decree was over, the Kujo clan had made troubles with the Shogun and now the future of Inazuma was uncertain. The Kamisato clan needed to secure itself in the uncertain future. Even if it meant sacrifices like Ayato's sanctuary being pushed to the side yet again.

His long and overdue rest was needed, but sleep wouldn't fix this toll this time. He needed something to get his mind off fully, his mind had to be occupied with something other than work for once.

Then one thing led to another, what would have been a small mightily stroll through the city led to him ending up on a backstreet in the Ritou, the walk between the islands and the beaches wasn't too hard. Mainly Ayato didn't know how far away from home he was. The street was full of life at an unusual time like this. He then remembered Ritou was the home of foreigners in Inazuma, whether for trade, entertainment or just for a vacation.

Ritou was full of life outside of the Kanjou Commission's doors. Ayato really couldn't explain but this type of excitement didn't exist in the daytime. Adults sneaking around, giggling, smiling like children with a secret from their parents. Others dipped behind buildings, hiding from the streetlights. It was strange to say but not unwelcome.

He was also surprised he wasn't spotted. he didn't wear his usual attire, only a simple grey Yukata. The air around him wasn't as up-kept, more so relaxed. As if being perfect here was impossible. Instead, the air around him felt more alive, the lights, sounds of distant music from a nation far over, laughter and the sounds of pure pleasure came from a distinct building in particular. Following the noise, Ayato was greeted by the open door to what seemed like a small bit of heaven on earth.

Entering the somewhat cramped house, he was greeted by the smell of alcohol, sweat, burnt sugar, and just people in general. But it wasn't unwelcoming. He looked around and saw people from all walks of life, sitting, drinking, and enjoying each other's company. Frankly, it was nice but it seemed like there was more. Ayato took a seat at a random bar within the main room and just watched from afar how this spectacle was allowed. he saw men kissing and touching other men, and women pulling groups of people out of the small house or into a room upstairs. He even saw clothes left around the sitting area while others got plane drunk.

While he was taking in the vivid scenery around him, another joined him at the small bar. "2 small cups of your finest Mondstat wine, thank you very much." They spoke, turning to see who made the order, Ayato was greeted by warm but beautiful [eye color]eyes. The smile you gave him was unlike any other. You accepted the drinks and handed him one, the wine was a little too sweet for his liking, his face must have given it away. Your laughter at his face change gave a small buzz to Ayato's ears. It wasn't enjoyable but rather the opposite. It was new, it wasn't a soft chuckle people gave him at high gatherings of the commissions. It was pure laughter and joy of just life and something you found funny, not a thing you found funny at one's expense. You had about shoulder-length hair, similar to a traditional sense in Inazuma. It was somewhat messy and unorganized but it appealed to your character. Your voice was soft, but had a certain tone akin to playful, teasing even.

You smiled again, "Not much of a wine drinker either? I feel ya, Mondstat is great n'all but they need more...flavor."

The emphasis on the word alone sent chills up Ayato's spine, your presence alone was somewhat intimidating due to the fact Ayato couldn't calculate how to respond. The atmosphere, the lights, the noise, was so much.

Sensing maybe it was time to take a small walk outside, you slipped your hand in between him, lacing your fingers together. You guided him outside the small house towards the beach near the pear of Ritou. The beach was quiet, calm even.

Ayato still had his hand in yours, the callouses, the scars on your hands, and his felt so good to him. He couldn't explain why. "So what made you come here, like were you invited, just dropping by for a little visit with one of the girls? Or did you look for something more...exotic?"

"I'm sorry I don't really understand what you're insinuating..." You grinned, did he know what you were talking about? You leaned in extra close, so close you could feel your noses touch. Ayato out of instinct pulled back, but the shared personal space and intimacy weren't broken just yet.

"You don't get it? So why are you here then?" Ayato stared at this stranger whose eyes bore so much mystery that they pulled him in closer and closer. Your eyes slanted slightly and you huffed a breath between your closed lips. Did he really not know why he was there? You could see the confusion in his eyes, the teetering of what he wanted to do and what he needs. The frustration, you just needed him to dip closer and closer to your end. "If you really don't know what kind of place this is, allow me to show you, my dear...just do what feels good for right now..." You whispered against his lips. You gave encouraging pecks against his chin and jaw. Small wet kisses on the apples of his cheeks.

Ayato when you got closer to his lips leaned back. "I- We can't do this, we're both...this can't happen.." He mumbled but, he couldn't do this, it felt too good. "Why? Because we're both men or because you just want to stop. If you want me to stop I will." You leaned back, keeping a good distance.

Ayato felt his heart beating out of his chest, his hand was still in yours. The waves crashing against each other was a simple sound to keep him teetering like a small boat in a huge ocean full of responsibilities. He could see the shore, the shore that gave him his sanctuary, his peace of mind. But it seemed so far away.

You pulled his hand close your lips and gave it a simple kiss. "Why are you here hm? What did you want from here?" He didn't know. At first it was to get his mind off, but now he could see where the hell else this could be. Ayato wasn't stupid he knew something was up with this place, he knew all those smiling people weren't here just for alcohol. H knew that once he sat down at the bar. But here with you, a man he didn't know, kissing him and making his body react in ways he didn't know how. He didn't know what was going on, or what he wanted.

"Okay, since you're on the fence, why not start slow. Hmm? I'm [name] what's your sweet thing?" Your pet name made a small blush pop onto his face. Ayato was fine with this...it was slower. "Ayato." "Good, Ayato..why did you come here then sweetheart? Were you invited here too?" There were invitations to these things?? Ayato sighed and began explaining roughly how he took a walk and ended up here. he was tired, flustered, slightly aroused, and needed some clarity. "Ah, so you wanted to relieve stress, I gotcha." Ayato felt your hand squeeze him, your thumb trailing over his knuckles. He needed to ask.

"What is this place exactly. Be honest, and don't beat around the bush." He spoke in a more professional and demanding tone, you just smiled and tilted your head.

"This is Ritou's Red Light town, dear Yashiro Commissioner. My question is why are you here?"

Tags: @kiiyoooo

AN: Little rocky, but give it some time.

[leoruby-draws]

Having something a little different here, not really introducing a new team member per say, but a friend and ally of sorts. Here's Tom Bronson aka Tomcat, son of Ted Grant aka Wildcat! I love cats, look how many are in this pic, everyone's having a fun time (except Grant lol).

Tom debuted in Justice Society of America 2007, which I enjoyed tho it lacked the space for all those characters (a common problem I noticed in a lot of earth 2/jsa stuff), Since he was introduced in the first issue, you would think that he'd be a pretty important character onwards. But alas, he rarely got any focus past the early few issues, even in JSA All-Stars he wasn't given a lot of page time. Then new52 hit and he got erased, not sure if he's been re-introduced back yet.

He and Ted had a pretty good relationship in the book, Tom never blamed Ted for not being in his life and even actively keep up the distance as an adult. Up until Vandal Savage tries to attack them at least. Here in the TrWh au, it can be assumed Tom was discovered at an earlier age (he's 11 to Jason's 10 btw).

Also I said up there that Tom isn't a new team member, but I did wanted to do that originality. That's because in the comics, Tom really didn't like fighting at all when Ted meet him. And that's because Tom has a secret ability to transform into a werecat, something he inherited from his mother. Ironically he keep it secret from her, maybe that'll change in this au.

Ted seemed to help Tom get over his hang-up over fighting somehow, it's not really explained how exactly (like I said, Tom didn't get much focus past tho early issues).I wished that he kinda keep up his reluctant pacifism, it's a unique outlook in a world full of heroes and villains fighting each other.

So at the moment he's a non-combatant ally of the Outlaws, maybe that'll change later who knows.

Since I'm introducing him at at an earlier age, he's still in that anti-fighting mindset, and prefers to stay out of trouble. So he can't really help the team in combat issues, but they can still hang out and have fun in other ways.

Tom's tries to come off as cool and standoffish, but that seems to be a way to hide his skittish and kind-hearted nature. He's been feeling stressed and lonely, esp with how his mother is currently sick and bedridden. Perhaps some friends will do him good!

Here's Tom hanging out with the other Wildcats, his father and Yolanda Montez. Tom is fun to draw, esp in his werecat form. I might be making him more like a cat than a panther, but cats are so fun to draw. I'm basing some this of my mom's own cat, a black cat like Tom.

I really liked Yolanda, she had a real aura of confidence and was really outspoken about what she wanted. I admit I might be a bit biased, since I'm also a Latina as well (¯\_(ツ)_/¯). You can see her trying to 'help' Tom with training to fight, he doesn't seem to enthused with the idea. There's also Ted showing affection with his son, look at the mini cat suit, Tom is so done lol.

More of Tom spending time with Yolanda, they have fun together. Btw Yolanda might already be Wildcat at this point or at least just about to, a bit earlier than in canon but why not?

Jason messes with Tom, he can't help himself. Tom doesn't seem to know how to react with Jason sometimes, esp when Jason jokes around with him. But the jokes never feel too mean-spirited so it's not too much of a bother.

If you ever read Fruits Basket, then you know there's this character with the ability to call forth cats to him. Tom doesn't quite have that power but cats seem to gravitate to him anyways. Looks like Jason called in a favor for his little brother Damian.

Here's a comic that I'd meant to go on a little longer but couldn't think up of what to come next. It's meant to show how Tom meets the team and decides to become friends. Tom seems unsure and almost insecure about why he's being 'recruited' to be friends. Rose seems surprised at Tom's stance but Eddie seems happy to make another friend. But why does Jason want to be friends?

You know there's been some meta about how Jason probably wouldn't have mind not being Robin and just be the civilian son of Bruce Wayne. YMMV on whether you can agree with that or not, I can see reasoning for it tho it should be noted Jason was really ecstatic to be Robin. I'll keep it ambiguous on whether or not Jason would want to hang up the cape, but I keep this reasoning in mind for his interactions with Tom. Tom not wanting to fight at all is a viewpoint Jason has not really come across in his interactions with heroes. As said in the comic, he finds it 'interesting'. Perhaps he was also drawn to Tom's conviction in his ideals as well, maybe Jason finds it kinda admirable in a way.

The team Jason, Rose and Eddie made is in some ways a place to have fun and hang out, to escape from lonely and unhappy lives. It the same reason why other members of the team joined in, to just do things their own way and on their own time. Members come and go at their leisure (the team have multiple places to hang but no official headquarters) so it's a fairly casual and unrestricted type of team. Having a member who doesn't even fight is not really a problem. Though Tom sometimes feels lonely when team members go out on combat missions, and he gets left behind.

There's also the little detail of the team being 'unofficial', I don't think I ever shown that info before. Though I'll probably talk about that for another time.

Well, hope you liked that!

[anothersoulless]

Seven Minutes in Hell {Breakup! Eustass Kid X Reader}

You have been treated badly one too many times. It's time to leave your Boyfriend behind

Shit hasn't been well, this song slaps and let's get this shit show started!

Ofc kinda angsty(not really though?, but on god Reader deserves freedom (Dw, my pookie will get another actual One shot soon lmao, hopefully as tasteful as the song but lbfr i'll probabky flump it again)

Anywho, let's get it started

Admittedly, your relationship with Kid was everything but healthy. He was loud and didn't really care about if you had to stand up in the morning, police called to your place more than once for loud screaming and arguments. There were his guy friends, his crew, that were obviously higher on his priority list than you — far higher. The amount of times he nearly went to jail for them, you'd thought Kid would have learned his lesson, but alas he never did. And you? Well, you seemed to only be there for one thing — stress relief. If that meant fucking you and screaming at you, something even throwing random stuff at you he found in the house, well, that was for him to decide on the whim.

If at least the sex was good, but even that was all about him. It was like the world revolved around him and only him and everyone had to do what he wanted. Well, too bad for him, you had enough. Years of misery finally snapping to a close, you decided he wasn't worth your time anymore. You were done with being treated like an old-timey housewife of the Middle Ages. You had packed your things while he was out with his friends again, ready to leave. There was no way in hell however you would want to miss his face when you confronted him, oh how you imagined he'd look. Would he be upset, would he scream at you again, only proving your point?

You put your last bag in your best friend's trunk, she had been kind enough to lend you a hand in her endeavor. If it went how she wanted to, you probably wouldn't even have started this relationship, but now she just sat ready to drive, the box of glitter she brought still sitting on the back seat as she gave you a last encouraging nod to take it. You didn't and went back inside, letting her know it could get late — she waited, of course. And you went back inside.

Kid was expecting food on the stove when he came back home, he didn't even notice your shoes missing on the shoe rack out front when he unlocked the apartment, but he did notice one thing — all that decor he had absolutely despised missing. He even smiled triumphantly before he realised the missing smell of fresh food. Kicking off his boots haphazardly, he stopped into the kitchen and saw you on your phone, sitting on a chair at the table. "Yo, what's with food?" "I won't make you food anymore."

There was a silence, a calm before the storm. You put your phone in your back pocket before he could fly off the handle, just in time. "What the fuck?! You're not even gonna make me food now, what are you even worth?!" You let him have his little temper tantrum, before you sighed. "We're done, Kid. I'm worth far more than you, and by all means... I really hope you never get another partner in your life, my god" He seethed, his face contorting in anger, but he didn't say anything, couldn't say anything, words missing on his tongue and voice dying in his throat. "Oh, and uh, I'm moving out. Like today." You shrugged.

All the tension in him seemed to snap at once, as he lunged forwards, grabbing you by your throat and pushing you against the wall. His metal fingers pressing down hard, actually restricting your airway. "You fucking bitch have the audacity to come in here, live here for years, be absolutely useless to me, then up and leave? No, no, you don't get to do that!" "Well, I was good enough to make you food. And to get you off, apparently. Also, you hurt me in any way, I won't hesitate to call the police, I only need to press one button right now." He huffed, he really seemed like a bull trapped in a ring with gladiators, just that this was no real fight. "Don't fucking pretend like you didn't like this shit, wasn't that part of the reason you even came here in the first place?"

"It was, at the start" You smiled. "You just kind of… Put me through hell, not gonna lie. Like, you've gotten so bad in bed, it's actively hell. Like I'm just there, and honestly, no. Not even a thank you, no — just no." His hands clenched into fists, and for a second you thought you had crossed the line, as he raised his hand, before he turned, smashing the table with his prosthetic. "Get out you fucking whore! Get out, or I swear I'll rip your fucking throat out!" You didn't need to get asked twice, running to your friends' car, who looked at you worriedly, but you smiled as you hoped into the passenger seat. "Drive, Drive!" And without a word, she started the car as you began laughing. Finally, you were free again.

[the-wisteria-house]

The Arrangement (Rengoku x reader) - Chapter 1

Arranged marriage series

Today is the day that determines the rest of your life. Today is the day you'll meet your fiancé. You're terrified- to say the least.

Warnings: mentions of Alcoholism,verbal abuse, arranged marriage, awkwardness,and cannon typical violence.

As you stood on your porch, the sun rose in the background, though you couldn't focus on the pictureqsk view before you, too focued on trying to calm the stress that racked your nerves.

You'd been fidgeting with the collar of your kimono trying to cool down for the past few minutes, but it did little to help, 'Gods, was the heat this hellish a moment ago?'

If only your mother hadn't pushed you out of the house at the first sign of light. Maybe you'd be able to cool your nerves with a cup of tea? Alas, it seems it wasn't meant to be. As you thought of the events of this morning, you couldn't help but be hurt at the way she pushed you out as if you were the worst scum of the earth.

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Moments before

"Mother, wait a moment, let me at least use the restroom!" You pleaded with the woman as she had a death grip on your wrist. She'd hardly given you enough time to get ready. Hell, the sun was hardly up, and she was dragging you out the door already. Whoever was coming to collect you wouldn't be there for at least another half hour. Your pleas for her to loosen her iron grip fell on death ears as she pushed you out the front door.

"Mothe-"before you could spit the last syllable, she slammed the door in your face. You stood there for a moment as anger corsed through you as you held your sore wrist.

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Present

As you tried to shake the memories from head, you didn't notice a man approaching you. "Hello, Miss! Is this the (l/n) residence?" His booming voice caught you off guard. The man had long blone hair that faded into a firey red, broad muscular shoulders, but his eyes were what caught your attention the most...

'Thoses eyes, i know thoses eyes." You swore you knew this man, but you couldn't pinpoint from where.

In your concentration, you realized you may have been staring for too long. This realization made a light blush dust your cheaks.

You quickly shook yourself out of your mortafactain and responded, "Ah, yes, it is." You then continued wanting to satify your curiosity, "Do I know you, sir? I swear I recognize you from somewhere. Have we met?"

"I admit you also look familiar as well, but sadly, I can not place why." He paused in thought before bowing and speaking, "I'm Kyojuro Rengoku, and you are?"

'Rengoku sama offered me a pretty penny when he heard I had a daughter perfect for his son.' Your mothers words rung out as you realised who you were speaking to.

This was your fiancée... You didn't let this realization faze you as you stealed your nerves and bowed before speaking.

"(Y/n) (L/N), I'm guessing you're here for me?" You knew you had to make a good impression, so you kept the distain out of your voice despite the difficulty. You knew he probably wasn't a willing participant either. He didn't deserve your rage, but this didn't make the situation easier on you.

" I see, I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long?" He asked in the same booming voice from earlier. This time, you were only slightly caught off guard.

"No, no, you didn't. I wanted to catch some fresh air as I waited."You reasured, hoping he wouldn't question you further. You couldn't tell him your mother practically threw you out the door. What type of first impression is that? You also would have come out for air a little early anyway to calm your nerves and to avoid the impossible woman... So it wasn't a total lie. You just came out sooner than you wanted, or at least that's what you told yourself.

"Well, that's a relief to hear. Would you like to say your goodbyes before we depart?" He offers politely. You knew you couldn't say fare well to your mother even if you wanted to. The door was locked, and she'd taken your key the night prior. There was no way in... a part of you was relieved at this fact, but another part of you was saddened as well as thought about everything, 'I couldn't even walk around one last time...' Then a voice broke you out of your thoughts.

"Miss (L/n)?" It was Rengoku. You'd almost forgotten he was here.

"There's no need, I said goodbye a long time ago..." Glancing at your home for the last time, you turned and walked in the direction that you'd seen Rengoku come from. He paused to look at the old house before following soon after. He couldn't help but wonder what your words truly meant.

You were around an hour into your journey, and you still had much longer to go. Kyojuro was trying to figure out how to start a conversation with you. Usually, he wouldn't have had such a hard time with this type of thing, but he couldn't read you. Did you want him to leave you alone? He wouldn't blame you if that was the case. He wasn't exactly thrilled about the unfortunate circumstances of your meeting, but he hoped you wouldn't hold it against him...

"How long till we reach the next town?" Your question broke him out of his thoughts, "Oh! We'll be coming up on it soon, we can rest for a bit if you'd like?" He was starting to grow thirsty anyway, so you could stop at a stall to grab refreshments while you were in the town. Hopefully, you'd strike up a conversation in the process. He didn't want to stay in this awkwardness forever.

A few minutes later, as you were approaching the town, you'd spotted a cool beverage stand and decided to purchase nurisments from said stand. After purchasing your beverages, you found a nearby bench to rest on, as the minutes ticked on the awkward silence, was growing suffocating. You were trying to look at anything, but Kyojuro, when you spotted a baked sweet potato vendor.

"Say, Ms. (l/n),How do you feel about sweet potatoes?" Kyojuro followed your gaze to the cart.

"That's hardly a question -" You look at him face full of disbelief. He grew confused and quickly responded, "Well, if you don't like them, we can -" You cut him off, realizing he'd misunderstood your response, "No, no! I love sweet potatoes! They're actually like my favorite." You then realized you'd cut him off, embarrassing yourself further. "This is going great." You sighed under your breath, cursing yourself eternally.

"How do you like to make your sweet potatoes?" His question caught you off guard. He wasn't mad that you'd cut him off?

"Uh, i like cutting mine in slices and tossing them with seasioning before baking them or frying them in a pan, but I'll eat them in any form. How about you?" You looked at him with interest. This was the first real conversation you were having with the man. He looked up in thought before replying, "It's so hard to choose just one! Sweet potatoes are tasty in any form, but I'd have to say I'm in agreement with you. Fried sweet potatoes are by far the TASTIEST way to make sweet potatoes!" His voice boomed. You couldn't help but chuckle at his enthusiasm. What he did next surprised you, though.

He quickly stood before speaking, "I've suddenly been hit with a craving for sweet potatoes Miss.(l/n), I'm going to go buy some for us! Wait here, please. "

"Wait! Mr. Rengoku, you don't need to waste any of your money... on....me...." He was already ordering before you could finish your sentence.

'How the hell did he get over there in less than a second!?!? He was just right here!' You watched the cashier give him his change and two baked sweet potatoes along with it. How was he so fast? You stared in disbelief as he approached you, sweet potatoes in hand.

"Thank you, Mr.Rengoku, but you didn't need to waste your money on me." You say as you take the sweet potato before continuing, "Not that I'm complaining, of course." Kyojuro couldn't help but laugh, "It's no waste! It's not every day you find someone who enjoys sweet potatoes as much as I do! So I had to celebrate!"

'That was actually....kind of nice and unexpected.' You were confused by his kindness toward you, though it wasn't unwelcome.

"That is true, but still, thank you." You smile before taking a bite. It'd been too long since you last had a sweet potato, so you were revoling in the flavors. You then look at Kyojuro,wanting to see what he thought of his potato, "TASTY!" He yelled out with great vigor. You were inclined to agree with his statement that the food was infact very delicious.

"TASTY"

'What the-' You were beyond confused.

"TASTY!"

'Why is he-'

"TASTY!" His voice didn't lose an ounce of passion. You noticed the looks of passersbys and couldn't help but blush. They were staring at not only him but you as well. You then looked at him, wanting to tell him to shut up, but when you saw the joy on his face, you didn't have the heart to do it. The child, like joy in his eyes, softened soming in you. You signed interternally. You could deal with the embarrassment if i meant not hurting his feelings or dampening the joy in his eyes. Plus, the passersbys should mind their own business! You reminded yourself.

'He's been nothing but kind to me despite theses less than ideal circumstances, so what if he's a little weird?' You reasoned internally.

"TASTY." He shouted once more.

'Okay-really weird,but still!' Despite how weird this situation was deep down, you couldn't lie and say you didn't find his passion slightly admirable.

You left the town soon after you both finished your sweet potatoes and continued heading along the trail for the next few hours. While you both mainly remained silent, it wasn't as tense as it had been previously. The atmosphere you shared was actually peaceful, but like all good things, this came to an end. Why hadn't any pedestrians passed you within the last half hour? This road was meant to be busy, right?

"Mr.Rengoku, is it me, or has no one passed us in quite some while?" You were hoping you were wrong, but you swore something wasn't right. Worry and confusion filled you as he hummed in agreement.

"You're right, but the question is who or what is causing people to not come down this trail?" His voice was different than it had been earlier in the day. It was more calculated, and abstant was the cheery tone you were just starting to grow use to. His eyebrows were furrowed in a deep concentration as he looked straight ahead.

"We'll never know if we keep standing here. " You respond calmly before taking a step forward into the shaded forest. If you weren't so on edge, you'd probably comment on the beauty the forest held. It was amazing how tall and large the trees were, along with how dense the thick green canopy was.

As you both continued down the trail, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of your footsteps. It was quite... unnaturally quiet. You and rengoku shared a look. 'Good, he's on the same page.' You thought before suddenly the your hair on the back of your neck stood up.

You look at Rengoku before subtly whispering, "Rengoku, we're being -" Your voice was cut off by the sound of a twig snaping behind you.

"Just keep walking." He wispered lowly," They don't know we know they're here." You follow his instructions, trusting his judgment, praying you wouldn't regret it later.

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Moments later

What Kyojuro believes to be a demon has been tailing you for the past few minutes. He knew better than to tell you of his thoughts. If you weren't aware of the existence of demons, of them this way, as you could have a bad reaction that would give the demon a perfect opportunity to strike. Usually, Kyojuro would have already taken care of the demon, but he didn't know if there were more demons following. If there were, he couldn't fight and protect you at the same time, so he was stuck waiting for the right time or for the demon to make the first move.

'Why hadn't I sensed the demon the first time i came through?' Kyojuro felt shame fill him, but one thing confused him. Why would the demon wait till midday to strike instead of early in the morning while it was dark? Surely, they realize suspicion would arise if people kept going missing mid day.

As he looked around, the realization hit him, 'If they kill midday, it would go under the corpses' radar.' He then then continued his thought as he noticed the thick canopy above you,'The forest is the perfect hunting ground, dark enough were they can mostly move comfortably and it has enough traffic so they can feed regularly.' He found himself almost impressed with their ingenious plan, but it seems their hubris will be their downfall.

He looked over to you, expecting to see fear or at least uneasiness on your face, but you had a straight face, one void of negative emotion. There was no hint that anything was out of the ordinary. You turned to look at him. In that moment, he realized the statement, 'The eyes are a window to the soul.' Had some truth to it. Your face may have been completely relaxed and void of emotion, but he could see the fear in your eyes. A scorching hot rage filled his being as he searched your eyes. Not toward you, but towards the thing that caused that fear within you.

At that moment, he made a silent promise to you, 'Don't worry, Ms.(l/n). I'll protect you from this demon if it's the last thing I do. There's no need to be afraid.'

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Hey, guys! I hope you enjoyed reading this. I had a hard time writing some parts of this chapter. I ended up going back through and editing a lot of parts. Though I still, I feel as if I didn't capture Kyojuro's true character. What do you guys think? Let me know below. Thank you to @tengensimppp for being my beta reader, I appreciate your help and feedback! Thank you everyone for reading!

Last part: Prolog

Next part: Chapter 2

[theyrealllesbians]

Wedding Season- Chapter 3

Regulus walked along the streets of Paris, stuck in his own head replaying the conversation he and Sirius had a couple nights ago. It would be virtually impossible for him to find a date in these next two weeks, let alone someone who would be willing to go to a wedding with basically a stranger. He was doomed. He'd just have to come to terms with the fact that he would have to deal with the pitiful looks and all the prying questions. His mind briefly flickered towards the thought of going with James as his date, but he just as quickly shook the idea out. The only reason it was even in his head is because Sirius had stupidly put it there, no other reason. Besides, that would just be awkward, and would likely cause way more trouble than it was worth. I mean, him 'dating' his brother's best friend would no way go down quietly and discreetly. Ironically, it would probably mean answering way more questions than going alone would. Just another showcase of his brother's genius.

Stopping in front of a small café, Regulus forced the thoughts of dates and weddings into the back of his mind as he took in a calming breath. This was the reason he was in Paris, to meet an artist one of his clients had asked him to scout. He didn't usually meet artists that he didn't know, much less fly to a different country in order to meet with them. However, this was an exception. The client who had asked him was incredibly loyal, and incredibly rich. Regulus really wasn't in much of a position to say no to them. Especially not after he actually took the time to research the artist, finding out fairly quickly that they were incredibly talented. They did a lot of monochrome work, which was clearly what had drawn his client to them in the first place. Regulus himself wasn't too fond of the abstract movement, he found that it lacked personality and the emotion he searched for in paintings. But there was something different about this collection, it contained a warmth that was previously unrecognisable to Regulus in the shades of steely grey used. It also caused Regulus's throat to tighten and his heart to burn slightly in his chest. He'd probably end up taking more than the painting his client had asked for home, which he was more than okay with.

The only problem was that Regulus could not find the artist's name or photo anywhere. And he had searched high and low for it. Meaning that as he walked through the door of the café, he honestly had no idea who he was even looking for, or what name to ask for. As he pushed open the door, he really hoped that they'd be wearing a beret, or wearing paint splattered clothes or another painstakingly obvious indicator of an artist. Regulus scanned his eyes around the room and spotted an A3 sized portfolio. Yeah that'd do. He slowly walked over, letting himself take in the sight of the quite frankly, beautiful man sat in the back corner of the room.

He was sat cross legged, facing the door while somehow still looking relaxed. He was wearing a black crew neck and black jeans, a bit of a Parisian stereotype, but ah well. His hair was chestnut brown, cut very short, but was clearly curly if the slight waves draped over his forehead were anything to go by. The guy was surprisingly tanned and more toned than Regulus had expected. Most of the artist's he had met in the past were rather pale, it was to be expected given their line of work. But apparently that wasn't the case for every artist. Regulus looked down to meet his eyes, half expecting to see a handlebar mustache balancing on his lips, but alas this guy was not a total walking stereotype. Regulus smiled softly at the guy, reaching his table. He stook out his hand and introduced himself.

"Regulus Black, I believe you're the artist I'm meant to be meeting?" He really hoped that this was the right person, otherwise he may just have to crawl into a hole and die.

"Yes, that would be me." The guy laughed slightly, a velvety french accent coming out alongside it. "My name is Hugo."

"Ah nice to meet you." Regulus pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down.

"Yes. I was shocked that an English gallery owner wanted to meet with me. I haven't worked with anyone outside of France." The guy seemed to be surprisingly humble for an artist. Usually their enormous egos got in the way of any deal Regulus was attempting to make, reducing Regulus to an angry and frustrated mess. He didn't think that he'd be having the same trouble here though.

"Well, I can't take all the credit. It was actually a client of mine who reached out and asked if I could get in contact with you."

"Ah, well I'm glad that they did. The painting you asked about is actually one of my favourites, so I'm a little sad at the prospect of it going to someone else, but from what I've seen, I'm glad it's going to you." The guy, Hugo, smirked at Regulus. His cheeks felt a little warm all of a sudden.

"It'll only be mine for a week or so, then it'll go to the client who asked for it. But I won't lie, I am very interested in some of your other paintings and would be open to discussing a larger deal in which you'd get a permanent place in my gallery." Regulus schooled his expression into that classic business one he'd worked so hard to perfect. He pulled his elbows up to the table and rested his chin on his fist. "I think you are incredibly talented and I want that talent in my gallery. I know many other clients who have been after something new and exciting, and I think that you could be it for a lot of them."

Clearly Hugo was also well versed in the hustle and bustle side of art. Instead of becoming flustered and overly excitable like Regulus had anticipated, he simply leaned back, crossed his arms and levelled Regulus with an expression that forced him to fight a squirm.

"You've only seen the stuff on my website right?" Regulus was not expecting that.

"Yes. It is the only stuff I could find, and believe me, I scoured for it. I mean I couldn't even find your name or what you looked like."

"That's how I like it. Forces people to make a judgement solely based on my paintings, nothing else." Hugo smiled a little, leaning towards Regulus.

"Can I see some of these works that I came after?" Regulus didn't want to let the conversation stray too far. He needed to keep some semblance of control.

"How about I show you them in person? The copies barely do them justice, and I'd hate for you to have come all this way and not be able to make a proper decision." So apparently he wasn't as humble as Regulus previously thought. He'd also leaned impossibly closer in the short span of time.

Regulus quickly leaned back into his chair. "If you're offering."

"You could even see the stuff I'm currently working on." This excited Regulus. He loved seeing unfinished pieces and trying to guess what would come of the few brush strokes placed haphazardly on the canvas.

"Lead the way."

Both of them stood and carried on a lighter conversation of small talk as they made their way to the metro. A couple stops later, Regulus was being shown the way to an apartment that looked quite nearly abandoned. Once they were inside, he realised that it was anything but abandoned. The place was full of life. Covered in canvases adorned with dark, cool tones that inspired peace and quiet. Regulus took a couple moments to look around and take in the series of paintings, mentally post-it noting a couple that he wanted in the gallery. He found himself wandering slowly towards one that looked somewhat like a street lit path at night. Everything was a blur of navy and warm grey. Everything apart from the moon. The moon provided a bright light that caused deja vu to course through Regulus's veins. He felt as if he recognised the street, from his childhood, high school years, adulthood, even last night when he walked back to his hotel in the dead of night.

"That one isn't quite done yet." Hugo clarified, standing behind Regulus, clearly looking at the painting rather critically.

"I like it. It feels familiar." Regulus couldn't find it in himself to tear his eyes away from the canvas, eyes trailing over the brush strokes and how purposeful each one felt.

"I know what you mean. It reminds me of my teenage years. Specifically the summers. I don't know why it just does."

"No I get it. It reminds me of a lot. A lot of different periods of my life." Regulus was not about to overshare with this guy he had known for less than an hour. He was not going to start talking about how it reminded him of when he'd sneak into Sirius's room after a particularly bad night. They would both just stare out of the window, knowing that there nothing was worth saying, hoping that the moonlight was enough to begin healing their wounds. It reminded him of Hogwarts and wandering around the grounds with Barty, Evan and Pandora, all laughing and giggling before summer came and broke them all up, scatter gunning them across the country. It reminded him of sitting in the garden of the Potter's house after Sirius had convinced him to come down for at least one day in the Christmas holidays. He felt the cool breeze calm his burning lungs every time, the wind blowing away all his troubles, as cliche as it sounded.

"That was my intention. I'm glad it's had that affect." The voice snapped him back into reality. He wasn't in the house he grew up in, he wasn't at Hogwarts, or the Potter's house. He was in an apartment in Paris, trying to make an offer for a series of paintings.

"It really has. Are you interested in selling it?" Regulus fixed his face before turning around.

"Does that mean your interested in buying it?" Hugo asked, quirking his eyebrow.

"Yes. This one, the one my client asked after and a couple others. I'd be willing to negotiate." He was desperately trying to quickly crunch the numbers in his mind. He knew that his client had already set out a budget, but he wasn't entirely sure what he could sell the others for, or if he even wanted to sell them all. He could keep one for himself right? "What about 10 grand for the four of them?"

Hugo's jaw dropped. "Ten grand?"

"Is that too little?" Regulus never usually went higher this quick, or ever really, but he was desperate for these paintings.

"No, it's just that that would be 2,500 for each painting." He still sounded shocked.

"Yes?" Regulus questioned.

"I didn't think that you would offer that much."

"Oh, well I was serious when I said you're talented. If I could, I'd buy more from you, but I need to find out if my clients will be as interested as I am. How about this, I fly back to London in 3 days. We can make a decision before then, or I can give you my contact details and we can discuss it further."

"Well I'm in London in 2 weeks for another event. So we could meet then?" A lightbulb went off in Regulus's head.

"This is going to sound really odd, and you can absolutely say no, we can figure something else out. But, how about I give you these next 2 weeks to decide, and then on August 15th we go out to dinner and discuss it properly. Now this is the odd part, there's this wedding I have to go to, and I would not be asking if I had any other solutions, but I need a date. So, if all goes well, I take you to this wedding as my plus one and we just have a good night celebrating? I'll pay for all your drinks the entire night." Regulus held his breath, fully aware that Hugo could just turn around and tell him to fuck off, loosing him a lot of business and a good deal of his reputation.

"I will take you up on that offer." Hugo replied, shocking Regulus. He flashed him a small smile before sticking out his hand.

Regulus shook his hand, feeling rather accomplished. That was one problem solved. He had a date for the wedding, and it was with a hot French guy. He could have definitely done worse.

[purplecyborgnewt]

Who is the flash character who is the most underutilized/which character should have had more episodes?

Hartley. I'm living on this hill, might as well die on it.

He had so much of his plot and personality developements happening offscreen. Turned good offscreen, worked with Team Flash offscreen, then turned bad offscreen, got a boyfriend - and not just a boyfriend - a boyfriend who's supposedly Love Of His Life! - offscreen... Roderick's cute, I don't mind him existing, but he started as a sexylamp in a glass coffin and didn't really progressed much from there after waking up. If Hartley got more screentime, more story - onscreen story - maybe Roderick would become more than a Mandatory (Not-Het-For-A-Change) Love Interest Out Of Nowhere. Maybe I'd even start to care about him for his own's sake, not just because he's someone Hartley cares about... Or maybe I'd keep feeling conflicted about him. We won't know, because their whole alleged Great Love Story happened offscreen. No flashbacks (beside one to the tragic incident on the bridge), nothing. He's a cute blank slate. Great for ficwriters who are afraid of fucking up and making a character OOC, I suppose. Look, I'm myself the person who's always afraid of fucking up and go too OOC - that's why I barely write serious fics and pretty much never publish them anywhere. Nonetheless, if you're trying to sell me this dude as Love Of Hartley's Life, I'd like something... more substantial.

They also randomly gave Hartley powers, then either forgot about those powers or quietly retconned them away.

All the Rogues were either underutilised or mishandled by the show tbh (or were both mishandled and underutilised). Hartley is the one I always have to stop myself from ranting about until I just run out of words.

And while we're at it: unpopular opinion - "should this Flash character have been on LoT instead" pretty much always gets "no" from me. LoT took two iconic Rogues and killed one of them (the exact one with the most fans, to be honest - sorry, Mick). Killed Stein in the way that still infuriates me. Somehow killed Mattobard twice. (Fine, so the things didn't go all that great for him when he returned to his own show either. When the fans who liked how Mattobard looked in 3.01 were saying we want to see him with a beard again, we meant his actual facial hair, EW.) Miraculously didn't mansge to kill Wally, but still. They all "should" have been getting better writing and more screentime on their own show. Alas, that wasn't meant to be.

(EW claimed lately that if he got another season he'd totally bring back everyone-everyone-everyone. Yeah. Sure.)

[ririchanva]

//Ask and you shall receive :3 Actually, a lot of you seemed to enjoy this one so I'mma continue to add some more of this :D LEZZGO~

This one will include: Middle School Drama, mentions of bullying, Happy&Healthy!Inko, Alive!Emelie, Humbled!Felix, Chloe Sugar, Kim Salt, Max Salt, Marinette still being Marinette, snippets of Derision, teensy bits of Chloe crushing on Izuku, A MAJOR BUTTLOAD of everyone crushing on Izuku, Adrien growing up into a little shit, and more~! Lemme know if I should make a part three~?

✲ || Part Un || ✲

So...previously, we've stopped on Izuku, Marinette and Chloe as little children being an inseparable trio. That is, until we get to the Agreste and Graham de Vanily family.

Canon-wise, Chloe knew of Adrien and Felix as kids. So if I'm doing my math right, this is before Emilie's "disappearance" and Felix's dad didn't get offed just yet.

In short, Chloe one day invites Izuku and Marinette to visit Adrien since her parents and his are friends.

Adrien is always happy to make new friends besides Chloe.

And it was honestly friendship at first sight when meeting both Izuku and Marinette. (It was like fate~ *gets smacked*)

Adrien immediately locks into Izuku's energy about heroes.

The two clicked much more than Izuku did with Marinette and Chloe, it sort of made the girls a little jealous.

Marinette doesn't fall for Adrien this time around

Gabriel and Emelie are introduced to Izuku and Marinette by Adrien, and honestly it surprised both the Agreste on how well behaved children they were. Especially when they were dreading they would be another Chloe.

But EVEN MORE SURPRISING was how Chloe was also well behaved around them. Where was the usually spoilt brat that loved to boss their son (and sometimes Felix) around?

Emilie wanted to meet the infamous nanny of Chloe's.

And she did...and she adored the woman too.

Emelie begged for Gabriel to hire her as Adrien's nanny too. Why, if Inko Midoriya managed to tame a brat like Chloe, Adrien could perhaps grow into a happy child as well. As much as Emilie and Gabriel wish they could spend more time with their son...their careers are at their peak. Someone had to watch over their son (Nathalie and Gorilla were already having their hands full).

Thanks to Inko's rep of being a full-time babysitter for rich kids like Chloe and Adrien, this meant that Inko's life is set.

Her mental state is at peace, no guilt about raising Izuku and worrying over their next meal and bills. This meant Inko maintained her physical body and kept herself healthy, not to mention Emelie and Sabine made sure the woman was surrounded by a good circle of friends to go out for walks, shopping and pretty much having a life. Not to mention Emelie trying to set Inko up on dates.

Meanwhile, Izuku got to be around his new friends more.

This also caused Chloe to accidentally call Inko, Mom.

"Thank you for mending my dress, Mommy!"

Inko paused from tidying her sewing kit and looked over at the seven year old girl for a moment, blinking her surprised green eyes. All she did was just fix the princess dress that Chloe had accidentally ripped when running around with Izuku, Marinette and Adrien playing pretend Knights and Dragons.

"Ah...y-you're welcome, Chloe-chan. "

Inko didn't know how to process this at first. Perhaps Chloe said it by accident. It was a one time thing...right?

Alas, Chloe continued to call her Mom , to the point that one day Chloe asks innocently:

"I want Mlle. Inko to be my Mommy."

"You can't, Chloe-chan. Because she's my Mom." - Izuku

"Well, what if Chloe and you get married? That way, Chloe could be part of the family :D" - Adrien.

"....Izuku, let's get married." "EHHHHHH?!"

Meeting Felix Graham de Vanily (as if he would keep his father's last name of Fathom) was...confusing, at first.

Izuku and Marinette, like Chloe, mistaken him for Adrien.

When Amelie meets the children, she was cooing on how adorable Izuku and Marinette were.

However, Felix wasn't impressed.

Although that all changed when Izuku played chess against him.

"You...you beat me?" - Felix

"Er, was I not supposed to" - Izuku

Either way, this impressed Adrien and Marinette, and Chloe had to gloat and laugh at Felix's defeat.

Needless to say, this sort of humbled Felix, and both he and his mother visited from time to time. And in turn, Izuku gets invited to London to visit them along with Adrien, Marinette and Chloe.

Fast forward in time, to the start of collège.

Chloe may not be Marinette's tormentor anymore, didn't mean she stayed nice to everyone.

It had to take Adrien and Izuku to stop her tirade at times.

Speaking of, Adrien manages to go to normal public school with them this time around too.

It took a lot of convincing, but it was mostly Inko talking with Emilie about how Adrien should be surrounded by other kids his age. Thus, it made Emelie also persuade Gabriel to send Adrien to school. Although that didn't stop the modelling gigs, advance fencing, language and business classes after school.

But with Chloe no longer being the school bully...someone else takes her place.

Enter Lê Chiến Kim, and his lackey, Max Kanté.

Typical jock behavior, Kim looked to his bullying as pranks. And in no way does he think what he does is wrong.

And his main target?

"Heeeyyyyyy Green Beans~"

Izuku felt the dread each time he encounters Kim, reminding him of his days with Kacchan and his little gang.

It didn't help that Marinette had a stupid crush on Kim FOR SOME REASON.

"He makes me laugh." - Marinette

Note, she doesn't know Kim bullies Izuku. Or is oblivious to it.

Then again, the bullying doesn't look like it's harming Izuku on surface level. As said before, it looked like small playful pranks.

But Chloe knew better.

And had to step in to defend Izuku, The Audrey Bourgeois way.

This caused a ripple effect of students now thinking Chloe was someone not to mess with and stay away from, but rumours of Chloe and Izuku being a couple spread like wild fire (thanks to Kim and Max). Chloe doesn't care...but Izuku did.

"We're just friends!" (Oh boy, here we go again)

Despite the rumours, Izuku managed to become popular.

He was dubbed as the "Chloe Bourgeois Tamer" considering he tends to stop Chloe from going too far on things.

The first one to extend a hand of friendship was Alix Kubdel.

"Kim's a jerk. And respect on pulling the reigns on Queen Bee over there. Wanna hang out with me and my friends?"

Izuku tries to correct that Chloe was not all that bad, but he gives up when he knew Alix wasn't listening to him

This is where Izuku meets Nathaniel and Sabrina.

Izuku notices Nathaniel drawing in his book, and his eyes shine when seeing sketches of various heroes.

"Is that All Might in his silver prime?"

Nathaniel Kurtzberg is surprised to say the least. He was expecting to be mocked or teased by his obsession with drawing heroes. He was used to being called an art nerd by Kim on the daily.

So imagine to his shock that Izuku asks for a commision from him to draw All Might.

They become close friends after that.

Sabrina Raincomprix was someone that just hung with Nathaniel and Alix quietly because she didn't know where she fits in with the class. (With Chloe not being a bully and always around Adrien, Izuku and Marinette, the two never really interacted.)

Izuku tried to befriend her, even saying he admired that her father was Chief of Police. And soon talked about things that apparently had in common such as academics and dreams of the future.

Sabrina crushes hard after the interactions, to the point that she immediately follows him around, just as she did with Chloe in canon.

"Did you want me to help you with your homework? Should I carry your bag for you? Oh! I could get your lunch for you--"

Izuku felt guilty of Sabrina practically trying to do things for him, and he tried to dissuade her from doing so.

Izuku sees Sabrina almost about to cry, not like being rejected. He could never handle girls crying.

And so, he just lets Sabrina do as she pleases.

Marinette finds this cute, and even tries to find ways to set Izuku and Sabrina up as a couple.

Which, in turn, makes Adrien also participate. Not because he thinks Izuku and Sabrina are a cute couple. But it was fun to tease Izuku's misfortune of having a girl crushing on him.

Adrien, please, your Chat is showing TOO EARLY.

Chloe, on the other hand, was furious.

"Who does this nobody think she is?!"

Unlike in canon...Sabrina actually has a backbone.

She actually gains more confidence since interacting with Izuku, especially with his pep talk on his dreams of wanting to be a hero and how his optimism rubbed off on her.

To the point that she bravely declares Chloe as her love rival.

And Chloe accepts this, because Izuku was hers.

Adrien, once more, can't help but tease.

"Wow, you're so popular..." "Be silent, Agreste..."

Bonus: For the lols, Adrien anonymously created a "Izuku Midoriya Fan Club" and it surprised both him and Izuku on how many girls joined it. It has even reached outside of Francis Dupont----

Part 3?