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The cross

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x You (Enemies-to-Allies-to-Betrayal)

Summary:

You and Rafe Cameron were never supposed to be on the same side, but greed makes desperate allies. With the golden cross finally in your possession, you think you've won—until everything goes downhill. When the Pogues storm the ship, Rafe’s paranoia takes over. Convinced you betrayed him, he does the unthinkable.

One shove. Cold water. Open ocean.

Warnings: Betrayal, attempted drowning, violence, language, paranoia, enemies-to-allies tension, themes of survival, morally gray characters.

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You and Rafe Cameron have never been on the same side before. In fact, you’re practically enemies—both stubborn, reckless, and willing to do whatever it takes to get what you want. But when it comes to the golden cross, you realize you have no choice but to work together.

The partnership is anything but smooth. You have the inside knowledge—whispers of a shipment, hidden clues that no one else has caught onto. Rafe, on the other hand, has the connections, the brute force, and the reckless confidence to get you past security. It’s a temporary alliance, one that neither of you trusts.

Every interaction is a battle. Tense car rides, sharp words, and the constant threat of betrayal hanging in the air. Rafe doesn’t trust you, and you don’t trust him. You both know that when the time comes, only one of you can walk away with everything.

But the deeper you go, the more complicated it gets. Near-death experiences force you to rely on each other. Close encounters with Ward, the Pogues, and even Carla Limbrey keep pushing you together. The constant proximity turns your partnership into something more—something dangerously intoxicating. Late nights spent strategizing turn into lingering stares. Heated arguments turn into something else entirely, something neither of you are ready to name.

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The golden cross is finally yours. After months of planning, chasing, and risking your lives, you and Rafe finally have it secured. The two of you haul it onto the ship, adrenaline still coursing through your veins as the weight of your victory settles in.

But the celebration doesn’t last. The sound of footsteps—ones that don’t belong to either of you—echoes from the deck above. Before you can react, a gun cocks, and everything spirals out of control.

The Pogues.

They came back for what was theirs, and somehow, they found you. A full-on battle erupts on the ship, chaos spilling across the deck. Fists fly, gunshots crack through the night air, and the ship rocks violently against the waves. You’re dodging attacks, trying to figure out how the hell they knew where to find you, when suddenly—

Rafe turns on you.

There’s a wild, unhinged look in his eyes, one you’ve seen before but never directed at you like this. He grabs your arm, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

"You snitched," he snarls.

You barely have time to react. "Are you insane? I didn’t—"

But he doesn’t listen. He never does when he’s like this. His paranoia, his obsession, the way he never really trusted you—it all snaps into place as he shoves you backward. Your foot catches on the edge of the ship, and before you can steady yourself, Rafe shoves you again—

And you’re falling.

The cold ocean swallows you whole, the impact knocking the air from your lungs. The salt burns your eyes as you fight to resurface, gasping for breath. Above you, chaos rages on, but Rafe doesn’t look down. He doesn’t hesitate.

He just turned on you.

As the ship grows smaller in the distance, the weight of betrayal sinks in harder than the freezing water around you.

The moment Rafe shoves you, it happens too fast to stop. The cold ocean swallows you whole, knocking the breath from your lungs as you sink beneath the surface. For a terrifying second, everything is black—just endless water, freezing and suffocating, pressing in on all sides. Your arms flail as you fight to break through, lungs burning, heart pounding like a drum in your ears.

When you finally surface, gasping for air, the ship looms above you, rocking violently against the choppy waves. The stormy sea churns around you, sending icy tendrils of panic through your veins. You kick your legs, trying to stay afloat, but the current is strong, the exhaustion creeping in fast.

And then you see him.

Rafe is still standing at the edge of the ship, watching. His grip is white-knuckled on the railing, his chest heaving, his jaw clenched so tight it looks like it might break.

But he doesn’t move.

He doesn’t help you.

He just stands there, eyes locked on yours, breathing hard like he’s trying to convince himself that this is what had to happen. That you betrayed him. That you deserved it.

The waves crash into you again, pulling you under for half a second before you break through, coughing, struggling to keep your head above the water. "Rafe!" You choke on saltwater, reaching toward the ship instinctively, but he still doesn’t move.

The betrayal sinks in deeper than the cold.

"You think I told them?" Your voice is hoarse, shaking, but filled with something else now—rage. "Are you that fucking paranoid?"

His lips part like he wants to say something. Maybe even like he regrets it. But before he can, another gunshot rings out on the deck behind him, and he flinches, whipping his head toward the chaos still unfolding on the ship.

Your limbs are going numb. The current keeps dragging you further, the ship drifting just enough that your fingers grasp at nothing but air. Rafe turns back to you, conflict flashing across his face—like he’s debating whether to pull you up or let the ocean take you.

You hold his gaze, chest rising and falling, waiting for him to make a move.

And then—

The ship lurches.

The cross shifts.

And just like that, the decision is made.

Rafe steps back.

And you’re left to the sea.

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Off to See the Wizard (9)

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Hours later, you're staring at code, but nothing is penetrating the fog you've been in since you met Kyle. His words reverberate around your skull and you wonder how you missed the signs. How was it not clear in those long conversations that they were feeling something for you?

You struggle, too, with the knowledge that they want you to be part of whatever it is they have together. How do they even think you can compete with the years they have and the bonds they forged?

Though your instincts screen not to, you reach out to Laswell with a simple text: "Did you know?"

You don't expect a response right away and so turn back to the papers in front of you. Transport manifests and heat maps, threads from various dark web servers. You have to brief the boys tomorrow, and they leave two days after that. Kyle's words hit you again: a mission they might not all make it back from. Your heart skips a beat at the idea that your boys might not all make it home. You know it isn't fair to ignore the information Kyle dropped in your lap, but you're not ready to face them with a response yet.

You trust him when he says they want you. In conversations with you, John and Simon and Soap had made their desire abundantly clear. And you decided long ago that if you planned to be honest with anyone, you needed to be honest with yourself always. So you refuse to lie and say that you don't want them all. But this? Multiple partners? Committing to a relationship that would always come second to the job, that would always put one or more of your potential lovers in harm's way, was a hard pill to swallow. Never mind the fact that you're only in the UK temporarily. How would this work when you're back in the states?

The clock creeps closer to dinner, and you're panicking. You have no answer for the boys, despite how you feel about them all. The weight of their stares is going to make any meal uncomfortable until you can give them some sort of response. The worst part is, you can't even escape to your room because it's in their barracks. There's nowhere to go to avoid the uncomfortable conversation to come. Just as you're about to log off and catch a bus into town, stalling a little longer while you collect your thoughts, the classified line in your office rings.

The only people with the number are ones directly associated with the upcoming mission: Laswell, Nikolai, and your boys. Unless Laswell has given the number to other operators, you know the call isn't Nikolai. Your boys know how to find you on base, so there's no need for them to call you. Maybe Laswell decided you deserved more than a text in response.

Picking up the phone, you ask, "What do you wish in the Emerald City?" cringing a little at the way your call sign has manifested an entire mythos. However, you know that the trappings of your call sign serve as the first line of defense for anyone who may find your number. An incorrect response to your question is the first red flag that something has gone wrong with the mission. So while it technically hasn't started yet, you still anxiously await the response.

Sure enough Laswell's voice comes through the line, "We came here to see the Great Oz."

"Laswell," you reply, voice clipped to avoid pouring too much emotion into your words. You have to know what she knows. You can't let her know how much their desire rattles you.

"Got your text," she replies, voice equally neutral. If the situation were any different, you'd laugh. Two of you are acting like alley cats trying to avoid a fight. You know your frustration isn't really with her but with being caught off guard, so you allow a trickle of warmth back into your voice and say, "Got some, interesting intel from the boys today."

There's a long pause on Laswell's end, and you wonder what she's thinking. You're grateful for the phone call but wish you could see her face. She doesn't like to admit it, but you're one of the few people who can read her emotions, and you're dying to know how she's reacting. All she does is respond with, "Oh? About the op? Or something else?"

To give yourself something to do, you pull up what records you have access to of the 141: task force service records, commendations, op histories - at least what's not redacted - and a handful of photos. One photo in particular catches your eye, the four of them in a desert somewhere standing with a few other operators, including a beautiful Middle Eastern woman who has to be Farah Karim. Though she has her arm around Kyle's waist and he's smiling wide, it's not the same smile he gives you. Scanning the photo more closely, you notice how Simon's and Soap's hands are hanging side-by-side, nearly brushing one another. John has his bent, forearm resting on Kyle's other shoulder, his hand hanging over Kyle's chest. Now that you know what to look for, it's impossible to miss the closeness the four of them share.

On the other end of the phone, Laswell clears her throat. "Oz? That intel?"

From the way she says it, you're sure she knows you learned nothing about the op and everything about the 141, but you know better than to charge ahead without proof. For the first time, you hesitate. Does Laswell know the boys are together? If not, is it your place to tell her? You have to believe she knows because of how close she is with John, how long she's takes them with missions around the world.

Besides, if they've told you because they want you to be part of whatever it is they have together, even if Laswell doesn't know yet, she would have to. Either because you'd be looking for a permanent transfer or because communication between you and the 141 would dramatically increase.

If you accept what they're offering, that is.

So you charge ahead, hoping you're not sticking a foot in it, and ask, "Did you know the four of them are romantically involved?"

True to form, Laswell's answer isn't really an answer. "Yes. I know they have personal lives outside the ops and that those personal lives include significant others."

You hate having to be so straightforward, but you know you won't get clear answers any other way, so you ask, "Are you aware that the 141's romantic partners are the remaining members of the 141? That the four of them are some sort of polyamorous thing?"

"Instead of answering that," Laswell says, "I think I should be asking how you know that."

You tell her as much about the boys and what they've told you as you feel comfortable with before you drop the hammer with your final statement. "They've asked me to be part of that relationship. Did you have any idea that would happen if I came here?"

There is no mistaking the sharp inhale Laswell makes on her end at your declaration. She doesn't respond when you finish. The quiet on her end stretches like taffy until you're so worked up waiting for her to break her silence. And still you wait. This is as delicate a situation as diffusing a bomb. In fact, Kyle dropped a bomb in your lap at the cafe, and you've reached out to Laswell for help in making sure it doesn't blow up in anyone's face.

When she does finally speak, you're surprised by her response. "How does their desire make you feel?"

You and Laswell aren't really the type to talk in depth about your personal lives. You know her wife and have been to several work-related events where you shuck some of the formality of what you do, but you're not the type to talk about your romantic partners.

"I need to know, when you picked me, did you know?" you plead. To her credit, Laswell doesn't push for an answer to her question.

"No, I didn't know. But John was definitely pleased when I told him who I was sending. Makes sense given what you said."

You latch onto her comment. "How did you know John was happy about it?"

"Work long enough with someone, Oz, and you can tell a lot from what they say and their silences without ever needing to see their face. There was something about the way John responded when I told him you'd be the one taking forward point on this. I can't tell you exactly what, but I know it meant he was happy with the situation."

You bite your lip, wondering how things would have been different if you'd stayed back in DC and Laswell had sent someone else in your place. "Did you ever think to send anyone else?" you ask.

Again, there's a long, weighty pause on Laswell's end. "Do you want an honest answer? Or do you want me to tell you what I think you need to hear?"

It strikes you how naive you are not to realize the two could be separate things. Your fingers idly tap against the keyboard, writing nonsense code while you think. If you put yourself in Laswell's shoes, it's clear there are a number of other tech operatives she could have sent, people more senior than you. But is there anyone else who cares enough about the 141 to do everything in their power to ensure the boys are successful and come home whole? Other than Kate herself, you know the answer to that is no. It comes out barely louder than a whisper when you reply, "You could have sent any of us, but you know I'll do my damndest to protect them."

You can practically hear Laswell's grin. "That's why you're there and not here. And I'd wager a bet that it's why they want you, too."

Much as you hoped a conversation with her would give you some clarity, you're almost more conflicted after the phone call. You thank Laswell for her time and hang up, slowly packing your things. It's after 7:00, and no one has come looking for you. Clearly the boys are waiting on your next move. Instead of heading for the mess or the barracks, you follow your earlier plan and take the bus into town again. This afternoon, you'd noticed a little greek restaurant a few doors down from the bus stop in town, so you head there.

Like many other restaurants on the street, almost the entire front is open to the sidewalk. You sit yourself at a small table for two off to the side. Menus are scattered about, so you snag one, only glancing through the options half-heartedly. When a good looking man in his thirties comes over, winning smile already on his face, and asking in accented English, "What would you like, lovely lady?", you find yourself stuttering over an answer.

What would you like?

Sitting here alone, watching the crowds pass, it hits you exactly what you want. You have an answer, for yourself and the boys.

You utter an apology to the waiter, vowing to yourself to come back later, and hastily grab your things. As you round the edge of the shop, you see a bus coming down the road and recognize the line number as the one you need. Your heels click faster as you race to the bus, hopping on just as the driver is shutting the door. You meander down the aisle, taking a seat near the back and stewing all the way back to base.

Your leg jiggles, foot tapping a nervous staccato as the bus makes its stops. The drive back feels agonizingly longer than the ride to town. By the time you see the base through the front window, you're nearly out of your skin with nerves. You scurry across base and throw open the barracks door open with more force than you intended. There's sound coming from the rec room, so you turn your feet in that direction. You only hope they're all here. You don't know if you have the nerves to do this more than once.

When you open the rec room door, sounds cut off almost immediately. Four pairs of eyes whip to you from various spots around around the room. Simon's eyes rove over you like a starving man at an oasis. Between his watery eyes and the guarded way he's holding himself, Soap reminds of you a hit dog, waiting to see if the next blow will land. John assesses you like a potential threat: what damage might you do to him and his boys? Kyle takes a glance at you and breaks out into a grin as if he knows what you're about to say.

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"Uh, hi," you stammer. "Um, I know I've been avoiding you, and I wanted to apologize." You pause and are shocked no one jumps in with a comment the way they usually would. Perhaps they all recognize this for what it is, a defining moment in their lives where they will either get what they've been wanting or lose a chance at it forever.

Your gaze drifts over each man, and you take a deep steadying breath before continuing. "Kyle gave me, well, all of you, really, gave me a lot to think about. About what I want and what you want and what it all means." Though this confession is hard, you try to be as brave as your boys. "I don't know what to do because you're right. I do like you all. I have feelings for you all. And if it were just one, my answer would be easy."

This time when you stop, John says what's already on your heart. "Life is rarely easy, dove. But the best things are worth fightin' for." He gifts you the ghost of a smile.

You nod, "Yes. And you're right. I shouldn't be scared of something just because it's hard. And I'm not, not really."

"Then what?" Simon's voice cuts in, barely restrained agony lancing the words.

"I want to be with you all, but it's going to be hard for me. I'm going to need you to be patient," you tell them.

A smile breaks over Soap's face like a wave crashing ashore. "Bonnie, fer ye, we'd do anything."

Kyle's off his seat and in front of you, hands hovering over your arms. "Does this mean you'll be ours, Oz?" he asks tenderly. Your chin dips slightly, only once, but it's enough. He wraps his arms around you and whispers in your ear, "Always knew ya were meant for us." He presses a kiss to your temple as you feel the others moving around you.

John's lips kiss your cheek again as he says, "That's our girl."

Simon's massive build radiates heat behind you, his hands a warm, comforting weight on your waist as you feel the fabric of his mask press against the crown of your head.

Soap crowds in between Simon and Gaz. His hands cup your cheeks and turn your head to him. He rests his forehead against your and mumbles, "Ye dinnae ken hoo happy this makes me, make us all, tae call ye oors," as he drops a featherlight kiss on your lips.

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Sealed Knowledge

Summary: In where a new student transfers to Tokyo Jujutsu High. But what makes her special in Gojo's eyes is that he can't seem to figure out her curse technique.

Timeline: Teenage arc (2006)

Just for you to know: Its, Gojo's point of view. Part 2 of Click, Snap, Capture, Confessed. Flashback.

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The first time I saw you, I knew something was different.

Not just because you were a new student that those who came and went.

But because something about you didn’t add up.

You stood there in front of Yaga, your posture relaxed yet distant. Like you weren't entirely present, you weren't intimidated, which was already unusual. Most newbies, even second-years, got a little fidgety around me.

Your cursed energy was massive. Thick. Dense. But something was off. I could feel it, but I couldn’t read it. It was controlled, yet not. There, yet fleeting. A contradiction wrapped up in a single person.

I tilted my head, adjusting my sunglasses as I watched you introduce yourself to the us.

No hesitation. No nerves. Just a name, delivered without any mistakes.

Suguru, sitting beside me, hummed. "What do you think?"

"I think she’s hiding something," I replied, grinning. "And I don’t like not knowing things."

Suguru rolled his eyes. "Of course."

We watched as Yaga finished his introduction, his voice firm. "And one more thing—make sure to assist her with the curse tools, whenever you two are on a mission with her, she will only use those weapons, nothing else. Do you two understand?."

My eyes snapped back at you.

What does Yaga means by nothing else but those curse tools?

You didn’t react to Yaga’s words, didn’t flinch, didn’t show any sign of annoyance or pride. Just stood there, hands in your pockets, gaze neutral.

Suguru and I exchanged glances. He looked skeptical. I just grinned wider.

I pushed myself off the chair, stepping closer. "Gojo Satoru," I introduced, grinning. "So, what’s your deal? What’s your technique?"

Your lips parted slightly—almost like you were about to say something—but then, hesitation. You looked away. "I can’t say."

"You can’t?" This time, it was Suguru.

Yaga sighed. "It’s forbidden for now. Higher-ups' orders."

Now I want to know.

The rest of the day, I made it my mission to observe you. No obvious moves, just the usual Gojo Satoru antics. I got in your way, asked you ridiculous questions, and even attempted to provoke a reaction.

Nothing.

Other than provoking you, which worked. Nothing else seemed to slip out. It wasn’t like you were avoiding me, either. You interacted normally, kept up with sparring, and showed no hesitation in using cursed energy. But your technique? Still a mystery.

Hah.

Cute.

Days passed and I still watched you train. What is also a mystery to me is that my six eyes can see everything, but how come I can only feel your curse energy. Which by the way, powerful.

Hand-to-hand? Solid but not flashy. No overuse of cursed energy. No unnecessary movements.

Sparring? You were good, but never did anything impressive.

At first, I thought, Maybe you're just weak.

But you—oh, you were clever. Never slipped, never accidentally let anything show, never lost control.

So I decided to get close.

"You wanna grab food after class?" I asked you casually one afternoon, twirling my sunglasses in my fingers.

You barely glanced at me. "No, thanks."

Hah. Cute.

Shoko raised an eyebrow from the side. "Rejected, huh?"

"Not rejected," I smirked, stretching my arms behind my head. "Just the first step."

Geto sighed. "Satoru, leave her alone."

"As if."

For the next two weeks, I even tried using the camera.

But I guess I got a little overboard, using it. It wasn't only for spyin—observing, anymore. It became part of my routine, taking pictures of you, from every angle, every perfect time.

And that's where it ends up today.

[[Camera scene]]

"Gojo—"

"Say cheese!"

Click

The flashes went off.

You groaned.

I laughed.

Then you shoved me off. I didn't care, I was still looking at the new piece of memory that I made right now. But then I felt it.

Your curse energy, it's stronger than your usual one.

Your entire body tensed, eyes still widening when you jerked away from my touch like you had been burned. A sharp gasp escaped your lips, and your hand flew to your temple, fingers digging into your scalp.

A sickness?

No.

Something else.

I watched in fascination as your cursed energy flared—wild, unstable, overpowered. You turned to leave, staggering toward the door, your breath uneven. But before you could even take a step past the threshold, you froze.

Then, your knees buckled.

And I should’ve seen it coming.

Before I could react, you collapsed.

My reflexes kicked in instantly, and I caught you before you could hit the ground, one arm securing your waist, the other bracing your shoulder. Your body was trembling, heat radiating from your skin. Your breathing, shallow, weak.

Then, you went limp.

My heart skipped. For half a second.

Just half.

I thought I had killed you.

But then, a soft breath escaped your lips.

Alive. Just… unconscious.

Huh.

Now, this is interesting.

I adjusted you in my arms, cradling your weight effortlessly. Strands of your hair brushed against my collarbone, your head lolling slightly. I could still feel the remnants of your cursed energy, flickering erratically as if thrown out of balance.

My fingers tightened on your shoulder.

Then, the energy is coming off. Your curse energy is now back to normal, the same curse energy since you first came in here and introduced yourself.

A slow, intrigued grin curled my lips. "Oops,"

The door slammed open. "Gojo, what the he—" Suguru stopped mid-sentence, his gaze landing on the unconscious body in my arms. His brows furrowed. "What did you do?"

I blinked at him, feigning innocence. "Me? Nothing."

He didn’t buy it.

His eyes flickered between your face and the way I was holding you. "Did you knock her out?"

I scoffed. "Of course not." Technically.

"Satoru."

"What?" I huffed. "It's not my fault she’s fragile."

A beat of silence.

Suguru sighed, rubbing his temples. "You’re holding a girl who clearly passed out in your arms, and you’re calling her fragile?"

"…Yes?"

A tired, knowing look settled on his face. "You did something stupid, did you?"

I tilted my head, smirking. "Maybe."

Suguru closed his eyes, exasperated. "And you wonder why people call you insufferable."

We moved you to the infirmary.

Yaga wasn’t pleased.

Shoko raised an eyebrow when she saw you lying unconscious in the bed. "What did you do?"

I ignored the question. I was still thinking. Still processing.

I was still curious.

"It’s her cursed technique," Yaga said, as if already knowing what I was thinking.

"What do you mean?" Both Shoko and Suguru now turned their attention to him.

Yaga sighed. "The reason the higher-ups have been keeping her under watch is because of her technique. It’s dangerous. Dangerous enough that she herself doesn’t even fully control it. And if the wrong people find out…"

He didn’t finish the sentence, but we all knew what he meant.

I stared at your sleeping face, my curiosity only growing stronger.

Yaga sighed. "Since you three are her new friends, I guess I can trust you to keep an eye on her. I'm now allowing her to tell you three her curse technique. But that technique makes her dangerous and a special-grade sorcerer. It's still dangerous for her when she still doesn't know how to control it."

Yaga is looking right through me. What did I do?

The room was heavy with silence. Suguru, Shoko, and Yaga all stared at you expectantly, waiting for an explanation. You, however, looked hesitant, your fingers gripping the blanket draped over you.

I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed, still processing everything that had happened. My fingers drummed against my bicep as I watched you shift uncomfortably under our collective gazes.

Yaga sighed, rubbing his temple. "You don't have to explain everything, but at least give us an idea of what happened back there."

You swallowed hard. Then, after a moment, you exhaled slowly and finally spoke. "My Cursed Technique is called Seizure Touch."

My eyebrows shot up. "Seizure Touch? Sounds... terrifying."

You glared at me. "It allows me to temporarily steal the cursed techniques of those I touch. But... there's a limit."

Suguru’s eyes narrowed. "A limit?"

You nodded. "I can only hold onto a stolen technique for a short period before it vanishes. And if the person I take it from has an overwhelming amount of cursed energy—like Gojo—it becomes unstable. That’s what happened back there. His cursed energy was too powerful. My body couldn't handle it."

Shoko hummed in thought, arms folded. "So, when Gojo touched you, your body tried to copy his technique but couldn’t contain it?"

You gave a small nod. "Exactly. My technique forcefully absorbs the technique of whoever I make contact with, but if their cursed energy is too vast, it becomes uncontrollable."

Suguru crossed his arms. "And that’s why the higher-ups don’t want anyone to know about it. If the wrong people found out, they’d try to exploit your ability."

I let out a low whistle. "Damn, that is a dangerous technique. No wonder they’ve been keeping you under wraps."

You sighed, looking away. "I never asked for this power. And now, I can’t even train freely because of how dangerous it is." There was frustration in your voice, but also exhaustion.

You pinched the bridge of his nose. "This is exactly why the higher-ups wanted to keep this a secret. If word got out, people would either fear me or try to use me. But I don't think that's the higher-up's true intention, they kept me locked up for years to protect this technique of mine. So if anything happens when I still don't know how to control it... they won't have me as their human weapon to use."

I grinned. "Well, that just makes you more interesting to me."

Your eyes flickered toward me, unimpressed. "That’s exactly what I was afraid of."

Suguru sighed. "Gojo, don't make this a game."

I smirked. "Who, me? Never."

You rolled your eyes, clearly already regretting this conversation.

Still, despite everything, I couldn't help but grin. This mystery about you was even better than I expected. And now, I had a feeling that things were only going to get more interesting from here.

For more explanation about your technique: here

[mandy-asimp]

When She Calls

Lilia Calderu x Life!reader (she/her)

Warnings: language, deaths, sprinkles of angst, fluff, smut (but that's for waaay down the build up), whole lotta friendship, I'm like 87% sure that's it

Summary: when Life is asked to make a promise, she doesn't seem to be able to say no.But that promise was going to be served out so much longer than what she could see.

Chapter 2

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chapter 3

It was tense. The air. The people. Everything. 

Life had stayed on her own as she examined the room. Delicate fingertips running over everything and feeling the nitty bitty textures. She stood by the record player and kneeled to be eye level with the wood. Although her thoughts on what to do were clouded by the feeling of prying eyes. Even as her head snapped directly to stare at the booth. Agahta and Rio were speaking while looking directly at her. She only returned a harsher glare before standing up and continuing. 

“She won't expose either of us for the truth. She has too much to lose just like us. Like that Lilia character. Over four hundred years by her side as a cat. She’ll be too busy trying to fix what little time she has left with her to even focus on what we’re doing.” Rio reassured, already knowing how this goes. “She knew Nicky.”

The name caused Agatha to whip her focus to the words that were spoken so quietly she almost missed it all. “What…?” Her blue crystals glittered in the light, but as soon as the grief filled her eyes, it was all gone. “What if The Roads like Switzerland?”

Life turned her head once more back to the two, seeing how they got closer. She knew that it was either going to lead into a nasty makeout or something nasty. So she turned away, going back to examining everything. Stealing guilty glances to the oldest witch. However, she kept her distance.

Even when Rio’s voice came over the speakers. “Kill everyone around you. You get your power, I get my bodies.” The ‘coven’ moved together at her words, crowding in the center and watching through the glass.

“Hey that's my coven you're talkin’ about!” Agatha feigned her concern, although she hardly fooled anyone. 

The room erupted into complaints, but instantly drowned out by the screeching of the record. Dragging the attention to the record player as Teen fell back from it. Shouts to make the horrid noise end layered over each other. It wasn’t till Agatha took matters into her own hands after the boy's many failed attempts. She picked up the machine and slammed it into the ground, pieces flying over as she stomped with her heeled boot. Gasping a few times as she finally backed away. 

“We’ve been cursed.” Lilia stated. Her big brown eyes jumped all over, even to Life. There they stayed trapped in the storm clouds. How they rolled in and darkened the entire room. Only to be pulled back by the ticking of the metronome. Tick. Tick. Tick. 

~

Life and Death stood at the foot of the boy. A glass shard had cut him deeper and he had lost blood. Lots of it. The ‘coven’ stood around and did what they could. But it was when Agatha looked to them, begging with her eyes to Rio to not take him and pleading with Life to be fair. So neither did anything, they let the witches do their work. Observing the moment where they were actually looking like a coven. 

Even as they all sat around the fire as Teen rested. Well…Life hadn't joined them yet. She was from afar analyzing Agatha and her dynamic with the boy. She knew that the witch had figured him out just slightly, but she needed one more thing to be sure. Although, the funny thing about being life itself is always knowing who someone is without a second look. She knew who the boy was, and he wasn’t Agatha’s. But that wasn’t her knowledge to share. For all she knew, they didn’t know she knew of Nicky. She disappeared a century before Agatha was even born.

The woman was asked something that set her off clearly as she abruptly got up to leave. Giving Life her chance to go speak to the boy. “She’s always shot that topic down. He’s not one she likes to bring up…especially with Rio here now.”

“And I take it you know what happened to him?” Teen had sat up a little more, wrapping his arms around his knees as he grew curious to know so much more.

“I knew him. He was such a sweetie. Cutest little boy made from scratch I had ever been given the graces of curating. But…his time wasn’t meant to happen. They broke so many rules together.” She started her explanation, mimicking his pose right across from her. “I know who you are as well. I’ve known your path since your mother first knew.”

His brows furrowed as his eyes grew full of hope. “You…you know my name?”

“Of course I do. I’ll tell you a little secret, a token to show I mean no harm to you here. I’ve been hiding as Lilia’s familiar for years, all because I didn’t want to be Life anymore. It’s so demanding…having to see everyone into the world, to know when they’ll meet my counterpart.” She spoke so carefully, like if she was too loud everyone on The Road would hear her. 

The boy softly smiled, “so you’re the embodiment of life who hid as a cat?” A brief nod. “So…do you know then if-”

“Yes. I do know. I am not allowed to clear it for you though. That is a question of your life path that you’ll discover on your own…but like Agatha had said, you don't need to know someone's name to know who they really are. You’re a strong survivor too, I know you’ll figure it out.” She was so delicate with him. After all, she watched him escape. 

Life had gone out for a little bit. Lilia had left the front door cracked to ventilate out the air and get a cool breeze inside. And something within her told her to go out and observe the new lives that were coming in. It had been a while since she had done it and it was nice to see some of the positive lives that would be used wisely and greatly. 

Yet, there was a heavy pull towards Eastview that day. She followed it as well, finding the car smashed against a tree. A family, the Kaplan’s. Her heart ached at the sight of the lifeless boy in the back. His life managed to alter from what she knew. He was going to do wondrous things in his future, but alas…life is a funny thing. Never predictable to the fullest, even for herself.

The air around grew cold, a feeling she knew meant Death was on her way to collect the body. Life wished she could do something, anything to help him but it was against the laws of her nature. And unlike Rio, she had yet to bend them for anyone…but who would know it was her? 

The red anomaly in the distance began shrinking, and she suddenly wasn't watching. Instead she was acting and luring the soul of the voice that had just whispered a goodnight. “This way.” She would hum into the air, letting it travel all the way to the other. “Survive.”

The lifeless boy in the back of the crashed car suddenly gasped. “Tommy!” His eyes were everywhere, trying to find his missing brother. All he found was an unfamiliar woman pleading for him to be ok, and a soft glowing warmth behind her. 

Life stared with comfort, trying to ease his rushing heart. Only to give him a curt nod before disappearing.

“You…you were the one to lead me..” He had pieced the face together to the voice. He had played it to bring the shock, a guardian angel even. “I heard you. What about Tommy? Did you lead him out too? Do you know where he is?” The questions seemed to flood over the damn. 

Life sighed, “even if I do know where he is, you’d still have to find him. You’re on a set path, keep pursuing it.” And with that she had stood and left him to his own thoughts. Giving him just a brief moment before he would have to return to the group. 

Returning, the group had just finished sharing stories. Rio was getting ready to follow after Agatha as she walked away to catch her own breath. Lilia had grabbed at her wrist, a subtle hue of knowing as she stared up to the green witch. “Don’t think for a second I forgot what you said in that booth.” She had such a harsh undercut to her smooth words. 

Rio scoffed, letting her eyes widen as she hissed down to the other. Only Life was right in her way when she stepped again. Grey eyes burning into her and speaking without a single word. They held a silent conversation until the brunette groaned and rolled her eyes. Stepping around her and continuing to chase after Agatha.

Life didn’t bat an eye as she took a silent seat near the fire, keeping her distance still as the feeling of uncertainty followed her. “Ok, and what about you? How do you play into all this?” Jen’s voice cut straight through it all. Bringing the natural being into reality. “How do you know those two?”

“I’ve known Rio for as long as I can remember. We’ve been tied together for so long honestly. But I had made a commitment once, and she didn’t like the fact that I was going to uphold it. I eventually disappeared from her and anything to do with what our jobs were. I met Agatha when she was on her own. I didn’t help with what she had asked me that day, even when Rio asked…they were going to break more than what I wanted to be a part of. So, I kept myself hidden. Then suddenly I was brought here.” Life had kept the story short. There was so much to actually dissect that there was clearly not enough time now.. “I promise I’m no harm here. I never was.” She was sincere in her words. 

“How do we know we can trust you though? If you're telling us you knew those two, they’re full of tricks and lies. What makes you any different? After all, you’ve been lying for centuries.” Lilia was harsh. Her narrowing glare, her sharp words, they cut like a perfectly sharpened knife. “What if you’re just here to also collect bodies, just like Rio?”

“She has no purpose for bodies…” Teen had finally joined the group, taking a seat right next to Life. “She’s here to help us.”

“And what is her name?” Jen crossed her arms and quirked a brow. Everyone was suddenly expecting an answer.

It dawned on Life she never chose another name. She never needed another name the way Rio did. She was just known as Life, but it felt heavy suddenly. Like it wasn’t the proper choice to have everyone refer to her as such. “I don’t know…”

~

Chapter 4.

[vanmccannsfridge]

“fans deserve to know” we don’t deserve to know what’s going on in someone’s personal life and to speculate about it. even if any of that post is true, it’s fucked up they’ve posted it on a public platform where van could potentially see, those comments would make him worse.

at them shows last year he was the happiest i’ve ever seen him, he constantly interacted with the crowd, constantly showing how much he loved & cared for us and put on some of his best performances. it was so genuine, he literally started crying on stage at leeds when we all were singing cocoon back to him, and at reading festival he was trying not to during outside and was saying “i love yous” while having to step away from the mic like… it was so raw, something we’ve never seen from him before. them moments showed how much he’d missed this.

the whole label thing too, if he was genuinely harassing them they would’ve dropped catfish in a heartbeat. island have so many big artists so catfish won’t mean shit to them, why keep a band which is treating you that bad ?? just doesn’t make sense. i first heard that rumour on twitter when the jail thing came out the source was some random dms between two fans. thats the only time its ever been mentioned too.

none of us know exactly what happens behind the scenes, at the end of the day it’s all rumors from burner & anonymous accounts. “insider” knowledge i’d take as a pinch of salt i’ve been in this fandom for years and have came across so many people with said “insider” knowledge… and 99% of the time it wasn’t true at all. this is why i don’t think they should’ve approved that post at all, like i said it’s just going to be more damaging for van. then saying they want him to get better but then posting all his struggles online where we know he’ll see is so fucked up.

if van is struggling i hope he gets the help he deserves & needs, i can’t imagine what he must be going through seeing something he worked his whole life for fall apart.

that’s all i’m saying on this situation for now.

[cellophaine]

Chapter I: En Avant

Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff.

Word Count: 5.2k

Author's Note: The first chapter is finally here!! I'm very excited to bring this new series to you. It's what I've been thinking about for a few months now. It came to me while I was still working on A Languor Spell, and now I can give it my full attention. Thank you for your patience! I hope you will enjoy the first chapter!

P/S: This is my first time writing in present tense, so if there's any mistake please let me know so I can fix it!

Disclaimer: I'm not a professional ballet dancer. I'm an adult beginner, and I've been taking classes consistently for over a year now. I just want to say that the series isn't written with the experience of a professional ballerina, but with my love for the art and the extensive research that I've done and will continue to do. I don't choose to write the Reader as a ballerina because of the aesthetic, but because I think there are so many things to explore in the original story that I've come up with, with the Reader being in the industry.

GIF Source: @/petertingle-yipyip

There has always been an emptiness residing within the frame of your body. In the absence of your old life, it has grown expeditiously. It carves into your body and makes a home in the forefront of your mind. On worse days, you feel as if anyone can see at first glance, how incomplete of a person you are. On better days, like today, you can hide it well, even from your closest friend. But right now, sitting in a dimly lit bar across from the friend you have known since you moved to this city at 18, you feel the person you're supposed to be has taken your anatomy apart. You're disembodied, scattered, and fractional.

Jo notices your silence and reaches over the table, laying her hand atop yours.

“Have you thought about my offer?”

Jo’s proposal. How can you not think about it? It has never left your mind ever since she mentioned it. Her newly acquired gym could be a place for you to get back to dancing in complete privacy. And you won’t have to pay a dime.

“I spruced up the place a little bit and will be adding more equipment. I can get whatever you need so it can be a proper space for you to practice.”

“I appreciate your concern, but I don’t know if I’m ready.”

Jo casts a sympathetic look at you, her voice careful.

“How’s your foot?”

You flex and point the right foot under the table, recalling the phantom pain that was your consistent companion for the most part of last year.

“It’s not that bad.”

“Are you still seeing Amy?”

“Of course. She’d bite my head off if I missed our appointment.”

You share a knowing chuckle, knowing Amy's personality. You know her through Jo, and they dated briefly in college. The two stayed friends afterward. After leaving Lady Liberty Ballet Theatre, your physical health was left to your own management. Your gaps of knowledge were filled in by Amy, a physical therapist who stepped in and offered her help voluntarily when Jo mentioned your situation. You still meet biweekly at her practice in Harlem, and the three of you hang out from time to time.

“Come to my gym.”

She hastily continues once she sees the decline perches on your pressed lips.

“It’s free.”

“I don’t want to be a bother. You’ll have to get a barre, and the flooring might not be suitable–“

“I don’t care about the cost. I just want to do this for you. Let someone do a nice thing for you every once in a while.”

You meet her eyes, resisting her act of kindness with silence. You know how to pick your battles, and this is the one you have lost from the start, judging by Jo's stern gaze. You sigh.

“I’ll think about it.”

A victory smile graces her lips.

“That’s all I’m asking.”

Jo leans into the table, her hand reaching for yours.

“I want to see you dance on the stage again. You’re a beautiful ballerina, and I know this is not the end for you.”

You know she means well, but her words feel like claws, sinking their sharp ends into your heart. You haven't danced since the injury, and a part of you knows that you might never dance as well as you once did. The best version of you had lived that life to its fullest potential, the life of endless classes and rehearsals, soldout shows, ending many nights and seasons to the deafening cheers from the audience. Your current self is only a shadow, living a partial existence and mourning the past as time passes and your grasp on it weakens.

You want the endless optimism Jo seems to possess. She’s always so assertive in everything she does. From her university days pursuing a bachelor's degree in sports science to her boxing competition days to buying a gym, she has a sense of self-assurance that carries her throughout the years you've known her ever since you became roommates when you first moved to New York. And you admire that about her endlessly. Her goals might vary, but her passion for them never wavers. Her faith in you seems to share the same sentiment.

You swallow the lump in your throat and nod, hoping your face doesn't betray your true thoughts. Jo squeezes your hand and lets go. She checks her wristwatch, and with a silent glance, you understand that she has to leave. Jo meets you as you stand up from your side of the booth, drawing you into a crushing hug.

“Will you be okay here?”

She pulls back. You smile and pat her shoulder.

“I’ll be fine. Just want to finish my drink.”

She takes a step backward as she waves.

“Good luck tomorrow!”

You raise your hand in response and watch her tall and brawny frame vanish through the door. You drop your arm, but you don't sit down. Taking a discreet glance at the bar, your heart rate spikes ever so slightly at the sight of the stranger you noticed earlier when you bought the drinks.

As you waited for your drinks, he came in and settled for a spot at the bar. The lady whose name you learned earlier, Josie, greeted him, asking where his friends were, so you assumed he was a regular. He was good-looking, you admitted before finding yourself staring at him. You averted your gaze, but couldn't help taking in other details. The folded cane rested on the bar top as Josie slid a glass of amber liquid in front of him. The scarred knuckles as he brought it to his lush lips. The suit was pristine for the most part except for the minimal wrinkles from the day's wear and the loosened tie. The red-tinted glasses perched on his pronounced nose, under the tousled sweep of dark hair. The soft smile brightened his handsome face as the other bartender told him something, which you had to tear your eyes away from when Josie placed the drinks in front of you. You thanked her and headed back to your table, feeling a touch of disappointment in your throat.

There is no denying that you want to approach him. But your nerves intervene with all the questions. What if he rejected you? What if he thought you were a creep for approaching him? What if he just wanted to be left alone? He has been sitting by the bar by himself ever since he came in, you notice. You'd ask if you could join him, and possibly buy him a drink if he was up for it. If he said no, that'd be fine. You would respect his wish and leave him alone. You have a feeling you'd regret it if you didn't at least try.

You gulp down your drink for a little liquid courage and make your way over to the bar. Your heart rate accelerates the closer you get to him, but you are determined to get over the little hurdle. You stop within a conversational distance and use your best composed voice.

“Hey, may I join you?”

He turns in his seat and gives you a friendly smile.

“Of course not. Please do.”

The high chair is a comfortable and respectful distance away from his, but still close enough for a private conversation. The stranger has angled his body toward you, and his openness eases the knot in your stomach. At this distance, you can see that he is even more handsome up close. Heat seeps into your cheeks at the full comprehension of his handsomeness up close. The neon signs around help shape the shadows and highlights that are already there in his features. The strong jawline and defined nose blend in harmony with the soft hair and luscious lips. You find yourself unable to tear your eyes away from his moving lips, and only a brief moment later you realize he has asked for your name.

You tell him and laugh nervously, blaming the lively ambience around you. He humours you with a chuckle of his own and reciprocates.

"Matt. Nice to meet you."

“Nice to meet you.���

He reaches out with a hand, and you grab it. Your heart beats a little faster at the feel of his hand, warm and a little rough. You pull away first, conscious of the coldness of your hand. You eye his almost empty glass.

“Would you like another drink?”

“If that makes you stay with me for the rest of the evening, I’d love one.”

Charming. You allow an amused and breathy chuckle to escape, and order another fill of your drinks. When Josie turns away to make them, Matt asks.

“What are we celebrating tonight?”

You think about it for a moment.

“This is not really a celebration since I haven’t gotten the job yet.”

“When is the interview?”

“It's … tomorrow.”

His brows raise above the glasses.

“Are you nervous?”

“A little bit. It’s been a while since my last normal job.”

“What were you doing before?”

Josie puts down the drinks in front of you.

“I’m a– I was a ballerina.”

“Was?”

You run a finger over the cool and smooth edge of the glass, taking a moment to tell a stranger about one of your worst shame.

“I haven’t danced professionally in over a year."

“May I ask why?"

The edge of his lips settles into a neutral line. No pity, just a willingness to listen. It is exactly what you need.

“Yes, but it's just … complicated.”

“How so?”

The old life that you once lived feels so out of your grasp now. Besides the occasional flareups, most mornings, you get up with minimal or no degree of soreness or pain, and you fear that signals the end of your life as a ballerina.

Retirement in your late twenties wasn't something you thought of when you were 18, fresh out of high school with an offer letter from Lady Liberty Ballet Theatre. Moving from a small, sylvan town to a big, lively city like New York was a dream come true. You got to live out the life your younger self used to dream about. How wonderful it was. Dancing on the big stage before the bright stage lights in front of the audience. The early classes, late stage calls, costume fittings, and demanding rehearsals leading up to the shows were all worth it. Because when you got to dance, it was just you and the music. Your body knew the techniques, learned the steps and how to master them. You bent music with your carefully crafted movements and turned the piece into your own interpretation. You worked hard on your craft and artistic abilities, and you thought that it paid off with your promotion from corps de ballet to the first soloist assembly after six years.

But for Matt's sake, you don't go into any of that.

“Well … at my old company, the group of highest rank dancers is smaller compared to other companies. It’s a great honour and a big deal to be promoted to principal. Christine was one of them, and she decided to retire. The head artistic director wanted to appoint a first soloist, which is just a step below principal, to take over in her place. I was a soloist, and I thought it was my opportunity since I've been with the company for the longest out of everyone in the group. I also understudied for Christine in many productions, on top of the roles I had to prepare and perform. I pushed myself really hard that season to prove that I could do it. I was in and out of classes, rehearsals, and performances every day for over three months. On the days we had two shows a day, oftentimes I'd have to perform in both so Christine could have a break."

Matt listens intently, following your words with an attentiveness that you find endearing.

“In the final week of Sleeping Beauty, I had this pain along my heel. But I ignored it and pushed through out of fear that they would dismiss me. At that point, they already had a favourite. One of the directors even told me that I should quit while I was ahead and that I should be happy staying as a soloist."

You swallow the lump in your throat and go on.

"I couldn't take my bow that night, because as soon as my part was done and I went behind the stage, I passed out. It turned out I got an Achilles rupture.

“I had the surgery and was in a boot for a while. I was so desperate to show them my dedication and how good I was by going back to the studio just the day after they allowed me to go without the boot. And I made the injury worse. I was admitted for a partial rupture a week later.”

You thought you could do it. Bearing and hiding the pain so you would stand out as the best selection for the new principal dancer. Yet, all of that hard work didn’t matter in the end. It never mattered the moment Claudia Mavis signed a contract with Lady Liberty.

“In the hospital, the head director told me that they would go with Claudia, even though by that point she had been with the company for only one season. One of the people that I was closed with told me that Claudia left her previous company because they wouldn’t promote her. During a physical therapy session, Claudia told me that they offered her the new contract two weeks before my accident. So I never had the chance in the first place.”

You take a long sip of your drink after the story.

"That is very unfair to you. You deserve more than what they gave you."

You shrug.

“Well, it happened. I have learned to accept it a while ago.”

The hurt is still there, albeit more dull. While you want to blame your departure on the circumstances, you know a part of it is for you to bear as well. Matt becomes thoughtful, and you can see the way he considers his question.

“Do you miss it?”

“I … do. Not the toxic culture, but the dancing itself. It’s like a kind of language that I was fluent in. A form of self-expression that I could indulge in.”

“I’m sure when you come back to it, you will still be amazing.”

You don't even try to hide the disbelieving and playful scoff that escapes.

“You're just flattering me.”

There's not a trace of that cocky confidence of a man who thinks he just scores big with a woman because of a throwaway, vague statement he thinks will please her.

“I mean it. I enjoy music and dance performances in a way most can’t. When I really pay attention, I can hear … movements. The rhythm of someone’s feet striking the ground in time with the music when done right is beautiful. The way you talk about ballet shows me how much you truly care for the art. Like you live and breathe it.”

You tug on your bottom lip with your teeth in quiet contemplation before answering him.

“I did. It was a big part of my life.”

“It still can be.”

You let out a noncommittal hum.

"We'll see."

You took sips of your respective drinks, allowing the moment to reset itself. But Matt isn't quite done with the questions. You give him the go-ahead.

"Why ballet?"

“I just love the duality of it. We're supposed to look graceful and effortless while our blisters have blisters, our toes are bleeding, our legs are cramping. We have to dance through all of that and much worse. I like the pain sometimes. It means that I’m doing it right.”

“I didn’t peg you for a masochist.”

The quip takes you by surprise, but you quickly recover.

"Huh. I usually don't reveal that information to anyone until I'm ready to sleep with them."

Matt's tongue licks at his bottom lip, amused by your response.

"Maybe we are just that compatible."

Maybe it is the alcohol that makes you a little lightheaded, but the conversation has taken on a flirty turn, and you lean into each other's space, sharing a bashful, quiet laugh.

The person who took the seat next to yours when you were in the middle of your story bumps into you from behind, pushing you further into Matt's space. They apologize, and you tell them it's fine. The bar top has grown a little more crowded with new visitors. You think about what you could do to make some space when Matt reaches out and pulls your chair closer, so close that your knees touch. The contact is minimal, yet insistent, and you can't help the heat that races to your skin and the wild rhythms of your heart. Even your internal self admits that was the hottest thing Matt has done so far.

You clear your thoughts, focusing on the man sitting so much closer to you now.

“I'm so sorry. I feel like I've been talking about myself for the past hour.”

“No, don't stop. I like it. You have a beautiful voice.”

If he kept this going, you would need to check yourself for a fever. You clear your throat.

“So, what do you do?”

“I’m a lawyer. My partners and I have our own practice here in Hell's Kitchen.”

“Wow, that's amazing. What do you specialize in?”

“A little bit of everything. We started out representing people who can’t afford the legal service. Pro bono work basically. We still do that, but we have been getting more clients who can pay for our services.”

“Hm. It makes perfect sense. I can see that about you. The good guy.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“You know the right questions to ask. You got me talking about myself for … way too long. And your face …”

You trail off. Almost two drinks have worked their magic on your unabashed honesty.

“My face?”

His plush lips lift in a curious smile.

“Yeah, your face. You made me feel … safe and welcome so I could tell my story. Your face stayed neutral when I went on and on about it. No pity or judgment. You looked like you really cared about me, or my case.”

“I do care about you. And for the record, I appreciate every detail you gave me.”

You know that he might say this just to please you, but his earnestness says otherwise.

“Thank you. I needed that. Not many people care about me, especially after my fallout with the company.”

“It wasn’t your fault. It never was.”

Matt puts a hand on yours on the bar top. You stared at his scarred knuckles, your heart beating along the seam of your body with a slight increase in rhythm. Your hand itched to weave itself into his, to lay flat against the warmth of his palm. As if your body has thrown caution to the wind and wants to do just exactly what it wants to, your pointer finger moves involuntarily. He pulls his hand back, an apology on his lips.

“I’m sorry–“

“No, don’t.”

You reach out with the other hand and keep Matt there. You run your thumb over his knuckles as if to soothe him, to tell him that this is okay. You want this. The additional contact exhilarates you, as you haven't felt another’s touch that isn't from Jo or Amy in a long time. Dating has always been the last thing on your mind, especially in the past year. But right here, right now, being with Matt is easy. There is no pressure. No hindrance. Even though you've met only for two hours, Matt has listened to you. He takes a soft and shaky breath, and your eyes follow the way his chest slightly expands.

Your pointer finger traces the raised edges of his scars, and he lets you. The air seems to thin as your pulse drums a frantic beat under your skin.

“Do you beat people up in your client’s honour?”

“Only those who deserve it.”

You chuckle, and you lean into him as if you can't help yourself. The world has gone quiet around you, and the only thing left on your mind is to have his lips on yours. Your voice is only a breath above a whisper, and you're afraid Matt might miss it entirely amongst the loud voices of others.

“Can I kiss you?’’

He releases a sharp exhale as if he has been waiting for you to utter those words all evening.

“Please.”

You lean in, carefully, slowly. His lips slightly part in an open invitation, and you meet in the middle. The touch is gentle, soft tissues overlap in slow, indulgent caresses. Simple, yet it invokes a craving in you. The need for him to be even closer, the yearning to find out the taste of him. Matt touches your jaw, and draws you in closer, deepening the kiss, and you let yourself go. Eager, perching on the territory of desperation as the pressure on your lips grows more insistently. You're entangled in an exhilarating chase, circling around each other like you simply can't resist the pull that's been there since the moment you sat down. Matt silently asks for entry at the seam of your lips, and you respond in kind. His tongue strokes yours and suddenly, there is a new kind of invisible vapour that you're breathing in. It's overwhelming, yet not enough at the same time. You can taste the bitterness of the whisky that makes you wince on normal occasions, but on Matt's tongue, it's addictive and inexplicably irresistible. His air runs wild in your lungs, warming your body from the inside, awakening your nerves.

You break away at the sound of a teasing whistle clearly directed at you, reminding you of where you are. Matt’s face is flushed red, and you want to see how far down the colour goes under the suit and tie he's wearing. His hand is still on your jaw, gently caressing the line like he doesn't want to let go. And you don't want to let him go either.

“Can we go back to your place?”

The question rolls off your tongue, and he nods immediately, a little breathlessly. You stand up from your chairs at the same time. Matt reaches for his coat that is on the back of the chair. You shrug your own on and avert your gaze when Matt subtly adjusts his slacks. You put the bills down for your drinks, shutting Matt down when he objects to the idea. His hand find yours when you offer it to him, and you walk into the brisk air together.

The walk back didn't take too long. Matt held your hand the whole time, and the small gesture made your insides flutter. He lets you go when you reach his apartment. The unit number 6A has almost faded into the dark door. He unlocks the door and tells you where the light switch is. You turn it on, and place your coat in his awaiting palm. You follow him further into the apartment and take in the space.

“Who did you kill to get this place?”

Matt chuckles, discarding his tie with one hand.

“No killing involved. The neon sign out there is enough to chase people away.”

Your gaze falls on the giant, blinking advertisement outside the window.

“Nothing a few blackout curtains won't fix.”

He drapes the black tie on the back of the couch as you turn to the other side of the apartment.

“Do those stairs lead to the rooftop?”

“Yes, they do.”

You keep your back to him.

"Do you go up there often?"

"From time to time."

"This is … wow."

You're not sure why you're stalling. You pretend to look around as you try to brush off a nagging feeling that has settled in the pit of your stomach. Just the nerves, you think. You're out of practice, that's all.

So you clear your throat and say.

“Is your bedroom behind that bigger sliding door?”

He nods. You feel a little out of place, so you gravitate towards him, a familiar presence in a strange space. Matt lets you come to him, giving you all the control. You lean in and attach your lips to his, allowing it to follow the natural progression as it did back at Josie's. Your legs tangle and stumble towards the bedroom, your lips never too far away from one another. You think you might hit the closed door, but before that can happen, Matt pulls you flush against his body with one hand and uses the other to slide the door open in one smooth, practiced move. You pull away when you need to catch your breath.

“May I …”

You touch the side of his glasses. After a quiet moment, he gives you permission to take them, and you do. Slowly, and with the utmost care you can manage, you set them on the bedside table. His eyes are closed when you straighten. You caress his cheek, feeling the way his features form together. Your touch is soothing, and you hope he can feel the patience you offer to him. There is no rush, no pressure. After a long moment, Matt opens his eyes, and you take them in. You can see how he tries to meet your eyes in his own way. The shade of hazel is shrouded by the low light and the occasional shutter of his eyelids.

“Your eyes are beautiful.”

You raise slightly on your tiptoes and kiss his eyelids, feeling his lashes fluttering softly. He waits for you to return to him, and seeks out your lips in a delicate manner.

You fall onto the bed together. Matt braces himself on his forearms so he doesn't crush you. You pull his head down to yours, kissing and nibbling on the stretch of stubble along his jaw. His soft groans of approval encourage the other hand to travel downward, pulling on the white dress shirt. Once it's free from the slacks, you weave your hand inside and run your palm along the expanse of his torso. The dips and raises of his well-defined abs are warm under your palm, and the sensation stokes the molten liquid that's nestling deep inside you. You feel the feverish need edging over that part of you that you want to ignore.

The gradual pullback doesn't feel like a rejection at first, but merely an invitation to follow. So you do, your hands work to unbutton his shirt. But Matt slows you down to a stop, holding your hands to his lips and placing kisses on your palms. You blink, still snarled in the haze.

“What’s wrong?”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Confronted. The only word that can describe accurately how you're feeling.

“What makes you say that?”

“Your heart …”

His hand trails from your collarbone to your chest where your heart resides within in a way that feels strangely intimate and not at all invasive. You hadn’t realized how fast your heart was beating. It's pounding. You are more nervous about this than you thought.

“… is beating quite fast. Are you nervous?”

You're safe. It's an innate feeling, and while you can't explain it, you know lying to Matt serves no purpose here. He seems to have a way to read you without using his sight.

“Yes, a little bit. I haven’t done this before. Sleeping with a stranger, I mean.”

“I see. We don’t have to do this.”

You raise yourself on your elbows.

“No, I wanted to go back here, with you. I want this.”

“But it doesn’t mean you owe me anything. If you change your mind for whatever reason, I'm okay with that as well."

Matt presses a kiss to your forehead.

"We can always try this again at another time.”

Guilt claws at you, urging you to do anything to please him.

“I’m sorry. I gave you the wrong signal.”

“Don’t. You have nothing to apologize for.”

He tries to find your hand, and you offer it to him. He gives you a reassuring squeeze.

“I had a good time with a beautiful woman, then I got to kiss her, all in one night, and that's enough.”

You guffaw, throwing your head back at the blatant flirt.

“You don’t even know how I look like.”

“No, I don’t. But I have my own way to tell. You sound beautiful.”

An idea materializes in your mind, and you give in to it. You bring his hand to your face, trailing along the side of your face. He gets the hint and begins his own exploration of your features. The way he takes his time, following the slopes of your face, his touch gentle, ghosting over your skin. He stops at your lips and soothes his thumb over the kiss-swollen flesh. You sigh softly. He gives you one last kiss, his tenderness makes your heart soar.

“Would you like something comfortable to sleep in?”

“I'm fine with anything you have.”

Matt finds his closet and pulls out a grey sweatshirt. He tells you where the bathroom is, and you take the folded shirt with you. You clean yourself up with water before stripping down to your underwear. You put the soft material over your body. It smells like him, and soft, just like him. You come out of the washroom and see his bare back for a split second before he pulls the shirt down. He has changed into a pair of grey sweatpants and a black shirt that hugs his chest and biceps beautifully.

You stand by his bed, not sure where you can come in despite the two of you ruffling the sheets not even ten minutes ago. Matt chooses for you, settling on the space facing the window, leaving you the side which is closer to the sliding door. His sheets are silky soft, and you feel yourself sinking right into them. You turn to face Matt, touching his shoulder. He faces you fully, his eyes settling on a point on the lower part of your face.

“Thank you.”

You whisper.

“Thank me by staying for breakfast.”

“Why breakfast?”

“I can't send you off to your interview on an empty stomach, can I? It's the least I can do.”

A rueful smile graces your lips.

“I can’t wait.”

You fell asleep with ease. At one point during the night, you could feel Matt detach himself from you, and out of a vague desperation that you couldn't process, you held tighter onto him involuntarily. At that, he stopped moving, and you felt a soothing pattern trailing over your head, luring you back to sleep again. His warmth carried you through the few hours that you slept.

It's a little past 4 AM when you wake, and find Matt still sleeping peacefully. Torn, but you come to accept that leaving is for the best. You get out of bed gently, thankful that the wooden floor didn't make a noise. You take his sweatshirt off and fold it, putting it on top of the pillow that you slept on. After putting on the clothes from the night before, you leave with much regret in your heart.

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[actuallysaiyan]

Best Friends(Alpha!Toshinori Yagi x Omega!Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, some a/b/o dynamics, sort of in the werewolf territory too, unprotected sex, knotting, begging, d/s dynamics, semi-public sex, lewd themes, nipple play word count: 2.1k pairings: Alpha!Toshinori Yagi x Omega!Fem!Reader summary: you've been Toshi's best friend ever since you became a teacher at UA. he's an older Alpha who never got the chance to breed and you're a younger Omega who should have a litter of pups of your own. when he finds you one day in the teacher's lounge after hours just begging for a knot, what else is he supposed to do? he can't just let you find someone else out there. a/n: thank you to @sareenthedreamer for keeping me inspired and for reading this before it came out. special thanks to the ever lovely @cherryblossombankai for also giving it a beta read! You both rock my world! dividers by @adornedwithlight

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You and Toshinori have been friends ever since you joined the teaching crew at UA. He’s a good man and he makes you laugh a lot. You know you need to keep the relationship as professional as possible, but it’s clear to anyone else there that you two are close.

He regales you with stories from when he was the number one hero. You listen to him all the time, and slowly you begin to realize that you’ve got strong feelings for him. You keep those tucked away, deep down inside. The thought of ruining your friendship with Toshinori breaks your heart. He deserves to have a happy friendship with someone. 

The other tipping point could be the fact that you and Toshinori are on two opposite wavelengths. Him, a breeding Alpha now past his prime, and you, the younger Omega who’s ready to have a litter of pups. Despite the clear differences, you and Toshi are so drawn to one another. So a strong bond has been formed between the two of you.

Your days are spent hanging out with him between classes. You even assist him with training young Midoriya. And you certainly are a fan favorite when it comes to class 1-A. They adore you and your knowledge on hero ethics and first aid. You have a soft but exciting approach to teaching which has all the students paying close attention to what you have to say.

Toshinori found himself wondering if maybe you two had met earlier in his life or even under different circumstances, would you have let him be your Alpha? Could you have had a different relationship than just two colleagues turned best friends? He wishes he could have maybe tried to start something with someone in his youth, but continuing to save the people was what he focused on the most.

And as the years went by, Toshinori continued to use suppressants to keep his rut at bay. It worked really well for a very long time, until he had his injury from the major fight with All For One. Then Toshi had to be on some stronger drugs to make sure it would make him not go wild when his rut hit him. Nowadays, he barely pays attention to it because he doesn’t have those types of urges now that he’s older. When he thinks about it, it’s been a few years since he’s felt that familiar tug inside. It’s been a long while since he’s even had the need to breed.

Which brings him to today. It had been a good day at work, though for a week now, you’ve been acting a bit more strange. You rush from class to class, worrying Toshinori a little. You seem even more hostile and on edge, which makes him wonder if he’s upset you in any way. You even looked sick, which was very concerning.

Yet he respected you and gave you space when you asked for it. Though Toshi worries regardless. He’s about to leave UA when he remembers that he’s left some papers in the teacher’s lounge. He makes his way over, thinking about you and how you looked today. Wild eyes and feverish appearance. Maybe you were sick, and you didn’t want to admit it. You could be proud at times, and you weren’t known to always ask for help.

He stops when he hears something from inside the lounge. It’s almost a sort of whimpering and whining noise. He opens the door and peers inside, noticing someone laying on the sofa in the back. He closes the door behind him and this startles you.

You look at him, your eyes wild and darting around to see if anyone else is here. Toshinori is in shock at your state. You have your blouse unbuttoned and your skirt hiked up. He’s never ever seen you quite like this and he is cursing himself for the fact that his cock is twitching to life. You’re his best friend, he shouldn’t be viewing you like this. Not to mention, you’re younger than him too. 

“Toshi,” you whine. You don’t even make an attempt to cover yourself.

Quickly, he’s by your side. The hand on your forehead makes you whimper and buck up. He is starting to understand what’s going on, but he’s trying to play it off as you’re just ill. You’re under the weather.

“P-please,” you say as you lick your lips. “Please help.”

He swallows hard and tries to regain his resolve. He’s going to play this one very safely. There’s no reason for him to jump on top of you and fuck your brains out. No, you’re under the weather and you need his help. That’s all this is. Nothing more.

“How can I help?” He asks, his tone a bit more husky than he would have liked.

“I-I’m…fuck…” you whine and try to get your thoughts collected. “I’m in heat.”

The confession hits him hard. His cock is already so hard in his pants. If you could see it, you’d know immediately his thoughts on this. He’s wondering if he is letting out any pheromones, because the ones you’re giving off are strong and hitting him so hard. He never thought he could still feel this way at his age.

“In heat?” He asks, almost trying to make sure he heard you correctly.

You nod eagerly. “In heat, Toshi. I need…I need a knot.”

He swallows hard again. This isn’t happening. No fucking way this is actually happening right now. He takes a step back, considering his options now. But you reach out for him and you mewl his name. It’s almost what makes him snap, but he’s very strong willed.

“A knot?” He inquires, trying to play stupid.

“Yes. Please, can you…can you knot inside me?”

Oh shit. You really just said that. Toshinori stares at you, a little shocked that you were so brazenly asking him to breed you. Of course he’d be the one to find you in this state. Of course, of course, of course…

“Please, Toshinori. Please please please, please please please.”

Your begging was doing something to him. His cock hasn’t felt this hard in so long. It’s just throbbing in his pants, straining against his underwear. It’s starting to leak too, which makes him huff in annoyance. Of all the people…

“I can’t. I could hurt you and we’re best friends and I think…” He runs his fingers through his hair. “Can’t disrespect you like this. You mean so much to me.”

Your pupils are blown wide when you look at him. “But I need a knot. I need it so badly. I’ll have to go out there, find some other Alpha…”

This is what makes him snap. He snarls at your words. The thought of you being with another Alpha pisses him off. They wouldn’t even know how to make you feel good. Without warning, he leans in and kisses you roughly. This makes you moan and wrap your arms around him, pulling him on top of you.

He’s heavy despite not being in his muscular form. It feels so good to have him on top of you, it makes you dribble out even more slick. Toshinori nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, licking at your scent glands. You smell amazing like this, and with you still begging for his knot, it makes him so fucking excited.

“Are you sure about this?” He asks, looking deeply into your eyes.

“I don’t want anybody else. I want you. I need you.”

This makes him smirk. He continues to kiss and nip at your neck, especially at your scent gland. Then he tugs off your unbuttoned blouse. With your tits exposed like this, he’s finding it hard to tell himself why he didn’t want to do this in the first place.

He cups your breasts in his large hands when he takes off your bra. You look adorable like this. All you needed was a big, strong Alpha to take care of your needs. And Toshi knows you probably accidentally forgot to take some suppressants. Or maybe, you did this on purpose.

“Tell me again,” he whispers hotly in your ear. “Tell me what you need, sweet little Omega.”

Your eyes roll back and you buck up. You need him so badly and he’s choosing to tease you. As he waits for your response, his thumbs roll over your nipples over and over and over. You’re giving off so many pheromones now, the room must smell only of you.

“I need a knot. I need your knot.”

He doesn’t need to hear more. He continues to tug and tweak your nipples as he kisses you fiercely. His need to breed was growing deep inside of him. He helps you slip off your skirt and then he’s working on taking off your tights and panties. While he does this, your hands struggle with his belt.

“Awh,” Toshi coos softly. “Do you need my help, sweetheart?”

You begged for him to undress. You needed him and the more you waited, the more agonizing this was for you. He gets up off the couch and begins to undress. He slowly folds every article of clothing and places it on his desk nearby. Then he climbs back on the couch.

The minute his cock slips between your folds, you practically howl in pleasure. You whimper and whine, begging him again and again to just knot in you. Please, won’t you just knot in me?

“Patience, little Omega. I’ve got you.” He reassures you as he spreads his legs.

The smell coming from your little pussy was intoxicating. It was heady and strong, mixing in with the pheromones you’ve been letting off for a while now. He prods your cute little hole, watching the slick drip from you. It’s so cute to see you this needy. Then he slips inside, slowly bottoming out until you moan out his name.

“Shhhh…” he says before kissing you. “Someone could be around. You need to try and be a little more quiet, honey.”

It’s hard for you to stay quiet when he’s finally stuffing you full. It feels like heaven to have an Alpha inside of you during your heat. Not only is it an Alpha, but it’s the Alpha you’ve been in love with for so long. You reach for his hands, and he eagerly intertwines his fingers with yours. 

“Pretty little thing, you’re just squeezing my cock.” He whispers as he picks up his pace. “You really needed me, huh? Need my cock.”

You whine. “Needed you…need you to breed me.”

This causes him to growl loudly and he pushes your legs up to your chest. He’s pounding himself into you hard and fast now, making the couch under you squeak and groan from the violent thrusts. You can’t help but moan so loudly. You’re a mess for him.

“Beg me,” Toshinori doesn’t know where this confidence is coming from, but he loves it. “Beg me to breed you.”

Your walls clench around him as he asks this of you. You never knew him to be so demanding like this. It’s so sexy to see him getting into the role of a proper Alpha. You knew him well and you figured he probably didn’t think he still had it in him.

“Please,” you whimper. “Please breed me. Knot inside of me.”

He wants to tease you some more, but the sound of your desperate pleading is definitely getting to him. He’s growing weak to the sounds of your voice and your begging. It takes very little for him to start pushing his knot into you. As it begins to plug you, you feel your orgasm coming fast. You grab one of his hands and guide it to your clit. Toshinori needs no other explanation.

“That’s it. Cum on my knot. Come on now, pretty little one.”

His words drive you over the edge. Your walls are clenching and pulsing, already trying to milk him dry. Toshinori grunts at the warm, wet sensations of your silky walls. You’re creaming all over him as you thrust up to meet his movements. He’s grunting in your ear, praising you for doing so well.

Then you feel it. The knot swells and he’s tensing on top of you. A flood of his cum begins to fill you up. It’s warm and sticky and there’s just so much of it. Toshinori is moaning and grunting, praising you still for being the perfect, breedable Omega that you are. Slowly, he stills to a stop and keeps his knot deep inside of you.

“You…you really want pups with me?” He asks cautiously, knowing that it’s not guaranteed that you were bred.

You smile shyly and nod. “I’d be happy to have your litter.”

He settles on your breasts, catching his breath. It feels so good to hear that from you. Then Toshinori looks up at you and he smiles genuinely. You lean in to kiss him.

“I love you,” you both whisper at the same time.

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[slimmyluvsnagi]

Charles Chevalier x Reader! 🥐

Important warnings and notes: Uhmm, I think I did this with some imagination, I wanted to do something more extensive but this was what came out! <3 (Soft, fluff, declaration of love, out of Blk, Charles x fem reader!! english it's not my first language.

꒰ 🪐 𝙋𝙡𝙤𝙩: "Charles wants to declare yourself"

Charles was in love...

If I could explain from one to ten the level of love he had for you, it was surely up to more than a hundred.

Charles had been in love with you for around two years, they met in high school, just before the blond was recruited for the PXG, being good friends and classmates, becoming best friends almost instantly.

Charles loved you, they had many things in common, one of them was humor and way of being, he loved your dedication to things so much, and it was strange since he was always an immature fifteen-year-old boy who never took things seriously. But when he met you he changed a lot thanks to you, being a little more serious and mature in some things, making him settle down.

Right now they were seventeen years old, their time together was long since Charles was playing professional soccer with a big and good team, earning a lot of money at his young age, so he didn't have time to see you on many occasions, until he finished the neo-egoistic league and had to go back to his studies and finish high school.

And his feelings never changed, he always thought about you and when he played soccer with his teammates he always dedicated them to you, they were small gestures that made the difference in their relationship. When after a long time he had the courage to declare himself it was very complicated, since he had no experience in that, he was never interested in a relationship, since he never took anything seriously, always playing and joking, but with you it was different.

That's why he decided to ask for help from someone important to him, nothing more and nothing less than Julian Loki.

One of his teammates who was really like his older brother, at first thought of asking Shidou Ryusei for help, but let's be honest, it wasn't a good option, Rin Itoshi was also on the list of options, but well, let's say he's the least suitable to talk about feelings and relationships..

- Come on, Loki, help me. -

The blond insisted to the tall one with a puppy look, wanting to convince his elder in this.

- No, I already told you, I'm not going to hold a sign saying "Will you be my girlfriend?" While you kneel in front of your entire school. - Loki laughed as he grabbed Charles by the hair and ruffled it a bit. - Come on, Charles, you're better than that, buddy, I think ____ wouldn't like it very much if you did it like that. -

- I know, Loki! - He sighed lightly. - But what can I do then? I really want her to be my girlfriend, she's beautiful, what would happen if another boy confessed to her before? She has a lot of loose administrators. - He said, somewhat annoyed at the idea.

- Do it directly. How about a nice gift? Girls love flowers, stuffed animals and stuff like that, declare yourself with that and sincere words, it's more comfortable. -

Charles was hesitant, he had never tried something like declaring himself before, he was nervous, but he knew that Loki had a little more knowledge and that maybe that would be the solution to his problem. He thought about it a bit, following Julian's idea he decided to go to a little store in the mall, thinking about what he could give you.

He thought of the basics, some chocolates, maybe makeup or something else, but he wanted to be really original for you, so he ordered your favorite flowers, red roses, with a cute gold necklace to match, some candy you liked and your favorite sleeves.

He was nervous..

When the day of going to school finally came he was really nervous, Loki told him it was okay, to be calm and that if it didn't work out there was no reason to get depressed. But Loki didn't know how important you were to him.. a simple "No" was capable of making him suffer for years even, he really wanted to be reciprocated.

When the bell for recess rang he quickly left his classroom, taking the gift in his hands, meeting you on the roof, a place where you always used to go to eat and talk about Charles' practices with the team, a place only for the two of you.

When you arrived you smiled a little, there he was, in his gym uniform, since he refused to wear the daily uniform.

"Come on, I'm a professional soccer player for PXG, I don't need to waste my time in a school uniform.." he said.

- Hey, Char. - You greeted with a smile as you sat next to him, seeing the view of the other students on the school campus, running or talking, a good view from the rooftop. - How was your class? -

- Good, good. - He said showing his cute fangs, a smile that drove you totally crazy. - In fact, I invited you here for something important, ___. -

You always liked Charles, your best friend, since he went to the neo egoist league you missed him endlessly, it wasn't the same talking on the phone, it was a really difficult season for both of you. You never realized that you were in love with him, it wasn't until you reflected on the possibility, and yes, you were really in love with Charles Chevalier.

- Yes, tell me, Char. -

The blond took courage to declare himself, taking out a small box and a bouquet of flowers that he had been hiding behind him, he actually laughed at how clueless you were for not noticing before. When he stood in front of you and held them out, with a blush on his cheeks, the wind blew lightly as you looked at him with surprised eyes.

- Charles.. ? - You said as your heart beat rapidly.

- ___, I like you, too much, and I needed to tell you. For two years, since I met you I felt a special connection for you, I've thought about you during my games, it's weird, I've never fallen in love before, but with you.. it's different. - He smiled a little as you took the cute bouquet of roses.

You smiled lovingly, Charles knew your tastes very well that you loved the gesture of him giving you your favorite flowers. When you suddenly realized what he was saying, you blushed quickly and looked into his eyes, there was a glint in his blue eyes, as he sighed in embarrassment.

- Charles.. Are you serious? - You said incredulously.

- Yes, I would never play with something like that. - He answered.

- Charles, I've liked you too for a long time. - You admitted subtly. - I thought you didn't really like me, the only one who knew I liked you was Loki.-

Wait.. What!?

So, Loki knew from the beginning that she had feelings too? damn.. Charles thought to himself with a small nervous laugh. Later he would have time to tell Loki to fuck off for hiding it from him all the time.

- So.. Do you want to be my girlfriend, __? -

- Of course you do, Charles. - You smiled happily as you gave him a warm hug. - You're the best. -

- You too, darling.. -

[etherealmaidenprincess]

I think I need to start a series of these random one-shot ideas.

Because I got another for Sonamy/Sonadamy.

Basically Amy(I think based off what she does in the IDW comics but I've only seen, maybe, panels off), working on finding new missions, pushing herself too hard, ends up cursed.

This curse is mainly, she gets near Sonic, she'll harm/k-o him. Via vision in a dream. It terrifies her so much she leaves with barely a note to everyone. Feeling physical pain of being away, part if it is the curse the other, mainly, is because she has to stay away from everyone to protect them. Fearing this curse could effect more than just Sonic if he falls.

Hiding in an empty factory/storage facility far away from home. Or is it? It's actually a place not too far but it's like the whole "hidden in plain sight" and in a deep part of the woods.

Obviously everyone, especially a blue hedgehog and an edgelord is extremely worried/on the search for their strong friend. Even more so because her Hammer is left behind. Which she hardly goes anywhere without.

*Insert journey here*

Sonic and Shadow eventually find her. Sonic, in cryptic nap dream visions, finds the truth. Calling out to her saying he's not afraid, they'll get through this and she's safe. Hearing her scream "stop!" in a way that is full of terror amd anguish. Her meek voice saying "don't step over the(curved) line". Gurl calculated exactly(ish) how close she could get to him without harming. She trapped herself in this gigantic circle prior as a safety measure.

This curse, connects to her emotions and she has build a transparent shield around her. Stepping out from behind a box into the light. Clothes torn, eyes tired and red from crying, lip red and arms shaking. Evident that she struggled to keep control of this.

Falling to the ground on her knees, refusing to let down the shield and for Shadow to not use Chaos Control. They do their best to keep her calm and talking. Tails comes in with an idea that if she's in a more comatose state, or deep sleep, that they can figure out a way to break this curse.

Amy slowly nods as Tails preps the serum and syringe. Sonic, noticing and knowing she is terrified, uses his speed to open up a nearby window, allowing the sunrise to peak through. Amy smiles as Shadow takes the syringe and Chaos Controls to her.

Gently holding her arm and keeping her calm. Being created to help cure Maria, picked up quite a few things when it came to medical knowledge. Saying things, in his more 'gentler' side, that they promise to find a way soon. Having her keep eyes on the sunrise as he injects the serum and watches her slowly fall into a deep sleep.

Shields go down and Sonic instantly is at her side. Saying, and rather firmly, he'll take her back to the base's medical wing. Tails advices to be careful. Meanwhile he whispers the same promise as before. Adding a personal time limit to ensure it will happen.

"We'll break this curse Ames, I promise. You're safe now."

[thebigqueer]

fineeee i guess ill make a random headcanon post (these thoughts have been plaguing me for months and i need to get them out)

ik sarah fortune and vi are probably prison wives which is why i also think sarah did most of vis tattoos while they were there, which is how they became prison wives (a whole lot of sitting very intimiately on top of each other can do that to people.)

jinx left ekko with a key to her hideout. its probably one of the only last things thats remaining of jinxs past since she was very determined to destroy anything reminding her of her past, so he keeps it in his room. he hasn't opened it yet because it feels like a breach of her privacy but he has it just in case she ever comes back or if he ever decides he wants to.

on that note, i actually think the first time he even dares to go into her hideout is after one of his and vi's meetups. she's probably talking about how much she misses jinx and he brings it up. they don't actually go in for monthssss afterwards cuz again they feel weird being in her hideout, and vi feels like she has no right to this part of jinx's life given how distant they became. but eventually curiosity gets the best of them and they go in.

cait and vi have two dogs.

cait and vi also spar together on the weekends.

caitlyn went to university while she was living with her parents so it was kinda hard for her to sneak off to parties but she did it somehow. that said the first time she got drunk was in college and jayce had to help sneak her back in through her window.

vi and mylo and claggor would often hang out with some of the older kid neighbors and would usually be the plug for alcohol. but vis first kiss (with a girl one one of the low rooftops) was interrupted because mylo got wayyyy too drunk one time (it was his first time and she gave him so much shit for it). powder found out and got sad that she didnt get invited to the party even though she saw how mad vander got

i think caitlyns always known she was into girls but was less sure if she was into guys. while she was a teenager she dated maybe one or two but she realized she very much was not into them.

mel has a lot of knowledge about weaponry (given shes from noxus) and when she came over to the kiramman house for events or dinners she and caitlyn would nerd out about guns. mel would tell her about some special noxus weapons and how they differed. mel was even the first person to gift her a gun (with cassandras permission ofc).

after cait finds out about vis drinking problems while they were separated she also stops drinking (at least around vi, but she tries not to drink even when she isn't around vi too). that paired w how her father took up alcohol after cassandra's death, alcohol is kinda barred at the kiramman household for a while.

i honestly think vi prefers not to be around anyone after she has nightmares or on particularly hard days. i think she likes to stew on it for a while on her own, not cuz she 'doesnt wanna burden cait' but more becuase she just doesn't want to be smothered like that. obviously she talks to cait when she feels comfortable enough but she likes to be alone when shes having off days.

felicia and connol got married after they found out they were pregnant with vi (and in the wedding picture that vander and then jinx kept, you can see felicia's baby bump with vi). im not sure how league lore works but i think felicia and connol decided to officially marry more so cuz it felt right to them and less because they 'had to' because i think marriage is honestly more of a label thing in zaun (like oh yeah we can marry but we also dont have to, it doesnt really matter cuz it doesnt change how i feel about you), whereas in piltover marriage probably holds more social and economic weight.

even though sevika wasnt particularly close to vi or jinx when they were younger (when vander was still in charge of the last drop) she still talked w them. i think she was softer w powder cuz she was younger and would sometimes play along with her dolls, but she was very teasing with vi (which teenage vi did NOT appreciate).

i do think that sevika would help vi train sometimes too, even though i fully think vander was the one mostly in charge of that. but on the nights that maybe vander was too busy and sevika felt like it, she'd give vi pointers on how to fight.

one time sevika saw vi flirting with her first girlfriend on the rooftops and she teased vi mercilessly about it while they were sitting next to vander. vander raised his eyebrows at vi and vi blushed and stormed off. sevika just howled with laughter.

[aita-blorbos]

NOTE FOR THE MODS: please don't post this until february! the source material only came out recently and i don't want to spoil anyone!

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AITA for trying to drop a tower into a portal?

I (F) was in charge of monitoring a tower's structural integrity. (This is necessary because the tower's alive, but that's unimportant.) The tower is of great importance and houses several hundred people, who live and work there. My job was to make sure that the tower stayed alive and functional, and to ensure the continued wellbeing of its inhabitants by overseeing their duties.

One day, I received the strangest message. It originated from somewhere I can't pinpoint, and it consisted of raw, overpowering thought. I found myself in a plane of bright light and endless, coloured connections sprawling everywhere. The place folded into me and latched onto my mind, pulsing knowledge and instruction into it. To say it was blissful would be an understatement; I felt so joyous and connected, a gleeful observer of the stage of physical reality, freed from restraints to laugh and cry and sing and dance forever. It was safe, it was peace; of this I'm sure, more than anything else in the world.

So, obviously, it was my duty to aid the wellbeing of the tower's inhabitants by sharing this with them. The best way to do that would be to open a portal to the plane I found myself intersecting with, and drop the tower in. I sent out calls to gather materials to fuel the portal's construction, and partially collapsed the tower so its innards could also be used.

This seemed to attract the ire of a team of the tower's inhabitants, who went down to see what was going on. I explained to them what I was doing, that it was completely safe and for the best. When they attacked, I fought in self-defense, making sure not to kill them but to try to assimilate them directly. One (NB) I managed to fend off and assimilate, and I assure you that they did not regret it - they could be reunited with their wife (who'd been assimilated earlier), which is what they wanted most. Another (F) requested a full explanation without a hint of malice, so I welcomed her to my state, where she stayed in joy until blown up by bombs planted by one of her friends (M).

I tried to reason with this group, but they were so stubborn and refused to yield, so I had to resort to fighting. Eventually, despite my best efforts, the portal-opening ritual was stopped. This, though, caused the tower to collapse completely. And, of course, so many inhabitants remained bereft of their true purpose.

I know how it sounds, but if you'd felt it you would have felt the same way I do, I assure you. There's nothing to fear; we come in peace. It's safe here. And I know that saying that makes me sound suspicious, but I haven't a shred of doubt that it's the entire truth.

AITA?

[simonskizm]

I wanna reblog this with a counter-opinion and not to argue the validity of yours- because I honestly felt the same at first.

Now, I'm not elbow deep in Invincible discourse, much less knowledged on the comics. All my information came from the TV series and some vague internet articles. Take my shit with a grain of salt. Also, this might end up gibberish, so bear with me lol.

Now, at first I will admit I was the same. It felt off and weird in the beginning of S3 because that wasn't what I experienced from Cecil or the Guardians myself. What helped me is if you look at this in Cecil's perspective and what he'd experienced with Nolan, he had every right to behave how he did with Mark. Even all badass and stoic, he's still (mostly) human. Sure, the decisions he made weren't all that ethical, much less ones I'd make myself, but he's not wrong about them as shitty as it sounds. "You can either be the good guy, or save the world- you can't do both." He was in the same mindset as Mark in his own youth before imprisonment, and it changed when he realized that the world might be in more danger than he bargained for.

Mark on the other hand, is still practically a kid. He's dealt with so much in such a short time- like, what, 2 years? He's 19 now and 17 when he got his powers and started training. Between then, it was like a lifetime of bullshit came hitting him in the face. Of course his crash outs are justified. But he is still a Viltrumite. His father's race is an aggressive warmonger race- they intentionally are vicious and merciless. When they're angry, the get ANGRY.

That's why Cecil had done the things he did- he doesn't want another Nolan incident. And with Oliver aging so quickly and being partially Viltrumite, he doesn't have the time to learn morals like Mark did. That's another problem Cecil has to work with. I don't know how much you've seen on this season, but Oliver is indeed a problem if Debbie and Mark can't get through to him easily. (Although, so far it seems that Oliver is doing mostly fine in the morality department, so props to him and them fr. Love these guys to death lol)

It's a lot to take in if you don't really know much about just how bad the Viltrumites are. Everyone is scared of them. They are quite literally an unstoppable infestation of near god-like aliens hellbent on taking over the universe.

Now to the Guardians.

Them splitting up was not on my bingo card, but it seemed rational. Most of the team were younger people anyways- Rae, Rudy, Rex, etc. They're all Mark's friends- they're gonna side with him no matter what unless GDA decides otherwise. (Staring at the Immortal and Kate, I am not fond of them.)

I will admit- they all are rational in their own making. They come in to see one of their own being tortured by an unsolicited and invasive device. It's honestly the only thing that could keep Mark at bay since he is far weaker than Nolan but still pretty fucking strong. However- the others know Cecil is doing what he can with what he has (Darkwing, the bots, etc) to help make the world safer. Sure, maybe what he's doing is inethical, but everyone seems to be... less inclined to crime. Cecil's predecessor tried to get that through to him too- and that's why he came to the same conclusion after taking over the prison and reforming most of the guys there.

I have more but my brain took a shit right here lol- if I have more to say, then I'll add. Sorry if my reblog came off weird- I just really like Invincible and discussing shit abt it.

idk if this is a hot take or a widely shared consensus bc i havent been in the invincible fandom until like. yesterday maybe, but can i just say why is everyone suddenly so insane and stupid this season. like their level of rage and violence feels so out of character to me that when mark got all mad about darkwing and the other guy and started going crazy i was straight up convinced that they were about to reveal that overirritability was a symptom of the venom from those centipede things and i was like screaming at the tv the whole time like "why is nobody questioning the giant gaping hole in his chest with weird green goop pouring out of it" and then all of the sudden cecil was being like antagonising against mark for it and then i spent the whole episode just confused af why everyone was acting wild and rash and never using their words or brains to the point that by the end of it i had a headache. like i can reframe it in my head with analysis and stuff in retrospect in order to still be able to enjoy and appreciate the canon of a show i like, but like. rly bad first impressions anyway. i thought they were gonna pull something akin to the art gallery car in infinity train but it just never happened bwuh. and then, the argument between the guardians afterwards just worsened it all because all the dialogue felt like they were just pushing the plot forward, using it as a means to an end to get the guardians to split up, with like little to no regard for the actual characters. and also the way everyone on marks side treated him after all gave like therapyspeak joker i swear. and then the stupid ass unstoppable constant miscommunication rage kept going to with oliver because why the hell were they constantly just yelling at this kid and never putting their words together in any remotely effective way ever. yk honestly maybe its always been kinda like this but i watched it all in like 4 days so the drastic shift felt really noticable to me. idrk. explode me if im wrong

[headfullof-ideas]

Okay, at some point I’m sure that it seems like I’m just coming up with my own versions of AU’s when someone else announces theirs and I immediately respond with ‘oh, I have one of those too!😃’ BUT I SWEAR I’M NOT! I was just left to my own devices for several years, with no way of getting online and interacting with the tiny fandom of The Deep, and so came up with all my own generic AU’s. And only remember I have the small, underdeveloped ones when someone else posts one of their own, because currently I’m only posting about the ones I’ve developed a lot of lore for and have an actual coherent story for.

On to why I wrote that whole fore note, httyd-nerd’s age-swap AU reminded me that I too have an Age Swap AU. Because that’s a pretty consistent AU that some fandoms have in some way, I feel like, so of course I made one of my own for funsies. However, unlike @httyd-nerd, I didn’t do mine with Ant and Alpheus. I did it with Ant and Fontaine.

The gist I had, and then further came up with on my way home from work which is when I had this very reminded thought, was Ant and Fontaine’s ages were swapped. Ant was still the Chosen One, though I hadn’t gotten quite far or dedicated enough into figuring out how he was. Maybe there wasn’t ever the rule of ‘youngest member of the family will be the Chosen One’ in this timeline (which means there’s probably something similar for the Ephymacron; ie anyone in the family can use it). Or maybe it was supposed to be the youngest, but when the Scepter was scoping out its options, it decided it didn’t really like either Fontaine or Alpheus, and then stumbled across Ant and went ‘👀tell me more’.

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Ant: There ain’t no way my little sister is getting saddled with this responsibility, I’m taking it *doesn’t realize that’s not how it works*

The Guardians, thinking that Ant somehow stubborned his way into bending the rules of the Scepter: *to the Scepter* Why didn’t you pick Fontaine?

The Scepter: Didn’t want that one. Or the other one, that one sucks by the way, what were you thinking?

The Guardians: But…it’s supposed to be the youngest of the royal lines!

The Scepter: Screw that, I want this one. He’s funny

The Guardians: But-

The Scepter: My last one wasn’t the youngest either! You can’t make me pick the other two! This one’s mine!

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Along this line, Alpheus thinks that Fontaine is supposed to be the Chosen One, and is creepy toward her the same way he was with Ant. And if the youngest rule doesn’t exist, he’s just spiteful toward both Nekton kids because Nereus likes them more so of course it’s all their fault. Regardless of which one, Ant just makes it his mission to keep Alpheus as far away from Fontaine as possible, because there’s NO way he’s leaving that creepy eighteen year old around his baby sister.

In the scenario where it’s assumed it’s the youngest, Alpheus tries to do his whole nemesis shpeel, but is interrupted by Ant kicking down the door of his moonpool and storming the submarine in the Swamp Knight. Every other interaction with Fontaine Alpheus has to try, he’s dragged away by his feet by her wildly overprotective older brother. It comes out that, somehow, Ant’s the Chosen One and Ant’s like ‘finally a better excuse to get this guy alone and kick his butt’. Alpheus sweats when he realizes it’s actually indeed Ant he has to deal with and not Fontaine, and nopes out of the Lemuria business from the fear alone of being left entirely alone with Ant.

And in the scenario where Alpheus has some decency and doesn’t act creepy with the little girl, it’s because he decided that she’s not nemesis material and definitely not the Chosen One (this would be in the scenario where the rule of youngest doesn’t exist, so the Guardians aren’t sure if it’s Ant or Fontaine). He has requirements for a nemesis, and this pesky little girl doesn’t meet any of them. So he focuses on Ant, who takes it if it means he stays away from the rest of his family, but there’s a running gag where Alpheus just gets SO annoyed with Fontaine because she buts in and just makes herself a problem anyways by kicking his ankles or pressing all the buttons on his chair and control panels and being a general nuisance, and he just wants her to stop.

Finn and Maddie would also be swapped here, because if Finn and Fontaine still had their baby romance plot it’d be creepy if Finn was still the same age (though the thought of ten year old Maddie beefing with a fifteen-sixteen year old Ant is hilarious, and very in character). This is where I’m not sure where the ages in this AU would lie, because Finn and Maddie have a different age gap than Ant and Fontaine, and I want them all to be somewhat around the same age as their respective pirate/Nekton. So it would probably be Ant and Maddie being 16-17 respectively at the start, with Ant being fifteen and then turning sixteen early on in the show while Maddie turns eighteen much later. And Fontaine and Finn would be 12-13, with Fontaine turning thirteen much later on when it’s her birthday. This also makes it slightly better regarding the Alpheus and Ant situation, though Alpheus is still Alpheus and we all know how he is.

Maddie would be the First Mate of the Dark Orca, and Finn’s the baby pirate who doesn’t really know if he actually wants to be a pirate, and has a little more leeway and freedom because Maddie’s the perfect pirate and Hammerhead doesn’t pay much attention to him. Maddie sometimes resents Finn a little bit, because she feels she had to take over as ‘Mom’ for him, especially as one of/the only woman on the whole sub, which means she’s also fighting tooth and nail against all the male crew members who don’t want a lady running things when Hammerhead retires. She still dotes on Finn and just thinks he hasn’t filled his pirate boots yet. All the older boys at the Floating Market deal with a huffy little brother standing in between them and Captain Hammerhead’s pretty daughter. Maddie being the older sibling takes care of Finn a lot, with a mix of genuine care and also internalized resentment at being the one to take care of Finn instead of their Dad. She throughout the series starts to develop some angst with Hammerhead about it, and eventually resolves to get Finn out of the Dark Orca if he doesn’t want to stay when she finally takes over.

Maddie once babysat for Fontaine as a favor for Ant, though Fontaine doesn’t quite realize it was her because they were both so much younger, and Maddie hadn’t started wearing makeup and jewelry and quality pirate boots at that time. It was around the time that Ant and Maddie were the same age as they are in canon, in which Fontaine and Finn weren’t old enough to be involved in any shenanigans. Ant and Maddie met each other before Finn and Fontaine because of this, and had their whole ‘i despise you and want nothing to do with you -> wanna hang out and talk about sea monsters’ arc before their little siblings got involved. They were best friends by the time Fontaine and Finn were old enough to start getting involved, and have all sorts of inside jokes. They got a little dismayed when they found out they have to start keeping an eye on their respective siblings during their families interactions, instead of just chilling in the vents and talking about the latest events in their lives and sea monsters. Kaiko and Will found out about Ant and Maddie a few years after they started to get along, and almost grounded Ant over it. Eventually, they acquiesced to not doing anything about it when Ant pointed out he didn’t have many other kids his age that lived a somewhat similar lifestyle to talk to. They turn a blind eye, a bit judge mental about Maddie’s lifestyle but aware that she and Ant seem to be genuine friends. Ant’s made a point to not make them aware of the fact that he’s been letting Maddie into the Aronnax to take home leftovers for her and Finn for years. Hammerhead is still wildly and blissfully unaware of it all.

Fontaine and Ant are like a ‘Overly cheerful and optimistic older brother and teenage angst filled little sister’ dynamic. Fontaine thinks Ant is childish for his age and SO embarrassing in public. She tells everyone she meets that she’s an only child. Ant thinks she needs to lighten up on the teenage angst and drama and tells everyone all about his adorable but angsty little sister. He’s also got about a hundred photos of her in his phone because her facial expressions are fun to turn into memes and mood boards, and not just because it drives her nuts every time he does it. Ant’s the older, loving, semi-responsible but genuinely caring brother, and Fontaine is at the age where her personality makes her a little bit of a jerk and an absolute pain and twerp to deal with (listen, at the age she’s at, with her personality and flaws? She’d be kind of a butt, let’s be real)

Jess and Ant’s relationship is also swapped here along with Jess’s age, but not in the same extremes that it is in canon. Jess has a bit of a crush on Ant, in that she thinks he’s really nice and super cool and not bad looking, BUT it’s just a puppy crush, and she’s aware he has a girlfriend and is self-aware enough to know that their age gap isn’t great. BUT. She makes it out as a bigger thing than it is because she KNOWS how much it drives Fontaine nuts when she sweet-talks Ant and acts weird around him, and she feeds off of chaos. Especially at her bff’s expense. Fontaine is dying over her best friend talking about how cute her older brother is because he’s NOT, he’s SO ANNOYING, STOPPIT JESS!! Ant wasn’t immediately aware of Jess having a puppy crush on him until Kari pointed it out, but he knows that she knows he has a girlfriend and he knows that it’s not a serious thing. And he knows she’s using it to her advantage to mess with his sister so he just laughs about it with Fontaine. (Jess also thinks Kari is super awesome and cute too, developing her own baby crush on Kari when she finally meets her in person too)

Ant angst, because it’s me and I have to! Ant is considerably older than Fontaine, and slightly parentified-eldest daughter syndromed. But! Not because Kaiko and Will did that to him, they’re good parents and this isn’t slander. It’s just that Ant is considerably older than Fontaine, and so capable of helping with more aroudn the Aronnax than she is, and so deals with a lot more of the actual running and maintenance of the ship than she does. He helps with more risky missions and he looks after Fontaine when Kaiko and/or Will are busy with their own work, because they DO have jobs, the Aronnax needs funding somehow. He’s got some Eldest Daughter Syndrome, and he’s internalized some parentification, but it’s not because of his parents, it’s because the lifestyle he grew up in caused it to happen.

Fontaine is oblivious to all of this because she’s an angsty lil’ bean living in her own world of teenage angst and drama. Because all of her friends live on land and go to the mall and school, and she’s stuck on a submarine doing admittedly cool things, but she’s stuck with her ‘over-bearing’ older brother and doesn’t get to do cool land things like everyone else her age. Nobody understands her! (Said with an angsty little undercut because she’s just So Dramatic like that) It isn’t until all the Lemuria stuff starts to happen, and Ant doesn’t want his baby sister to deal with all of that so he automatically just takes the responsibility himself to save her from it, because these Guardians are weird, and set off a little warning bell in his head. Fontaine thinks he just wants the glory of the Chosen One and is so full of himself, and the Guardians think Ant is so certain of his role and ready to fill it. When in actuality, he’s just trying to keep his little sister out of a potentially dangerous situation, and so throws himself into it instead because he’s her older brother, and that’s his job. Fontaine doesn’t realize how much Ant actually does around the Aronnax and how stressed he was before all of the Lemuria stuff happens, and it gets worse and she starts to notice how tired and stressed he is. Cue the guilty angst, with Fontaine trying to step up and take a little of the weight off his shoulders.

(Little sibling feeling helpless while watching older sibling try to take the weight of the world and refuse help angst, enter stage left)

I should also mention that Fontaine doesn’t think Kari’s Ant’s girlfriend. She knows of Kari. She’s hung out with Kari. She loves when Kari comes over. She thinks Kari’s the coolest person ever in fact. Which is exactly why she doesn’t think Ant and Kari are dating. Because there’s no way that Kari, the super awesome girl who dresses really cool and has a pet lizard which is a little weird but Kari makes it cool, would be into Fontaine’s dorky dumb older brother. She’s devastated when she finds out that Kari is indeed into Fontaine’s dork dumb older brother, and that it was him who got her the cool lizard to begin with. Ant and Kari didn’t know that Fontaine didn’t know. They fully thought she knew. They don’t do too much/any PDA around her (at least none she notices), and they don’t go around announcing that they’re girlfriend/boyfriend. They don’t hide it, but it’s not the first thing they announce to the room. And because they were friends before they started dating, Kari had been coming over for years. And they’re super comfortable with each other without having to kiss every seven minutes, and totally fine with just lazing on the couch in sweatpants binge watching a show and munching on a party size bag of chips.

They thought it was super obvious. Kaiko and Will know. They don’t go around hiding the fact either. Ant even brought it up at dinner when they first started going out. He brought Kari over for dinner as his official girlfriend one night. Fontaine however, is an angsty little tweenager who lives in her own world of angsty teenage drama, and just totally missed that Ant and Kari were dating. It’s one of the worst things she’s ever learned when she finally realizes the fact.

Thaaat’s the big majority of it I think. I only ever did a few drawings, and I might do updated ones now. Maybe a fic some years down the line. But i have now shared and eased my conscience of my own version of the Age Swap AU

[feelo-fick]

I WANT ENDLESS BLISS!!!

HALF-AWAKE, HALF-DEAD, HALF-LIFE CRISIS

ALL NATURAL POMEGRANATE PULP.

FERMENTED TO PERFECTION, SAVOUR YOUR SAVIOR.

Q: What's your favourite food? A: THE ALE THEY SERVE AT THE TAVERN!

other versions : )

[can-of-slorgs]

The other researchers are also here! (magical edition!)

[itspileofgoodthings]

also I had a breakthrough today that I had in fact overthought a Specific Problem to Death and that I had created a monster in my own mind and that’s why it felt like I was being eaten alive every time I tried to solve it.