#but immediately regretting this because he DOES lov her

[xfindingtrouble]

❛  do you trust me?  ❜ (for ellis??? perhaps before they've really reconciled?????????)

" No, " the answer is quick, honest. Maybe it is a bit blunt, but he is beyond caring. But if there was one thing he knew about Astoria, it was that he could tell her the truth. Maybe this is why he felt such betrayal upon knowing she had kept so much of herself from him. Maybe he wants it to hurt when he speaks, though he cannot look at the way her gaze breaks with his answer.

He knows what it is like to trust Astoria. It feels like air, passing through his lungs. Butterflies batting against his ribcage. Weaving her curls into a perfect braid. What he felt now was much different, more akin to flies laying larvae in his brain. There was a constant buzz in the knot of his brow, invasively questioning their every step. Her every step. (Who is she, really?) When he breathes in, his breath catches.

Magic, of all things... he was fostering a recent & necessary appreciation for what it was capable of, but certain facts still stood. Magic was dangerous & he had never kept that observation or his distate to himself. This is likely why summer nights in Highever were shrouded in this half-truth. If he had known of Astoria's abilities beforehand, he would have never given himself the chance to trust her in the first place... But then they wouldn't be standing here at odds either. He may have opened his notoriously loud mouth & gotten her into trouble, gotten her sent away. He stomps the thought of in the back of his mind,unable to take it seriously for fearof moving on from this horrible high that came with anger he felt righteous in.

( What else was Astoria hiding? ) his questions often drove him to lash out, to turn his back on his friend... though he still could not help the urge to look over his shoulder, back to her. The worst part was how often he caught her lingering gaze, reminding him of the person who had once lived in his skin. The person who wanted to comfort Astoria with a yes, but knew better than to lie.

Despite it all, he knew he could still give his life for her & have no regrets. Astoria would do the same, he's sure of that. But he was hesitant he could depend on her at the moment, that he could rely on the words that fell from her lips as she spoke them. There was a strange doubt that bled from Ellis with each passing interaction. Where things had once been easy, they were now different. scary, almost.

" I don't trust you. " he reiterates, sternly. Ellis is sure she doesn't need convincing, but he does. His features do not break as he sets his jaw, stubbornly looking past her. It was more complicated than a simple ' no ' could convey & he's not sure she would want to hear it. ( maybe he knows that she would & that scares him. maybe, maybe, maybe. so many questions, so little breath to speak them. ) So he boils it down to the simplest form of the answer. No. Ellis should have been gentler with his explanation, but they were past that now.

"I won't lie to you," maybe it was an accusation. He's not sure, though he's not sure of much these days. Love was not the same as trust. though his heart felt wounded, he knew the only way to remove her from it would be to carve her out entirely... which at this point, maybe impossible. It could never be so simple as hurt feelings, it was deeper than that. Ellis tears his gaze from the tree behind her, pretending not to see her expression so that it may not draw him in, " but I can't do that right now. "

[haine-kleine]

after sitting with my thoughts about the epilogue for some time, I think the thing that broke the story had started right after Dabi's dance. said thing is LOV' utterly out of character treatment of each other and Shigaraki specifically.

them just standing there and passively observing the scene makes absolutely zero sense, if you use anything from their previously established relationships within the organisation for reference. especially with All for One's creepy comments. Spinner even points out shortly before this chapter that AFO!Shigaraki seems nothing like his normal self and this person is not the one he had chosen to follow.

and yes, Spinner does approach screaming Shigaraki and tries to help him, and his concern later leads him to seeing Shigaraki's mutated form in the cave, and on its own this development for Spinner is in line with his character and all around fine. pretty reminiscent of Toga and Twice, too.

(except Spinner is not allowed to really help Shigaraki in any way, unlike Toga was allowed to help Twice, and this entire thing between Shigaraki and Spinner only ends with Spinner's regrets and survivor's guilt instead of anything good or meaningful that isn't meaningless angst porn)

it isn't Spinner approaching Shigaraki that is the issue, it's the other's complete lack of action or even reaction besides appearing mildly disturbed. this is simply out of character for all of them, just judging by Twice's example who had similar breakdowns and wasn't plainly ignored by the others until his fit stops. this reaction makes even less sense, when you take into account the current state of the League. Twice had just been murdered by Hawks, the double agent who had infiltrated the League via Dabi, and Mister Compress had just sacrificed himself to give the League a chance for escape, and was sent to Tartarus immediately after his condition was no longer life threatening. Kurogiri is also being held captive by the heroes. there are only four of them left, with two dead and two captured. and none of them even mention the dead or the captured outside of the context of Kurogiri and his quirk.

this straight out makes no sense if you look back to the Overhaul arc and remember how far Shigaraki and the rest of them were willing to go to avenge Magne's death and Mr Compress' destroyed arm. this was important.

the event had motivated Shigaraki to be a better leader, because he had realized these people depend on him, and he won't let them be hurt under his protection. it had started the seed of self-doubt in Jin which would eventually grow to the desperation that allowed him to overcome the mental block against his quirk in the MVA arc, because he wanted to do everything he possibly could to help the League. it allowed him to make his clones despite the crippling trauma, because he saw Toga's hurt, bleeding body, and he didn't want her to die.

even fucking Giran, a broker whose very profession requires him to care about himself and his own well-being first and foremost, had sacrificed all of his fingers to prevent Redestro from getting his hands on the League. because he wants to protect them, to save them. and then we never actually see his mutilated hands or hear anything from him ever again.

and when Twice actually dies? all we get in response to that are two upset faces from Dabi and Toga's fury. that's it.

i really want to stress how out of character this barely-present reaction is, because Magne's example is right there and when Overhaul had killed her, the League knew each other for no longer than a month. this League has been together for at least half a year, had been through thick and thin together, had spent months on the run, homeless, having no one but each other to rely on, has defeated the Meta Liberation Army, quite literally, with the power of their friendship. they all cared enough about each other and Shigaraki specifically to stay with him during those months they had to fight Gigantomachia with barely any breaks for rest, still homeless, barely scraping by. it was imperative that they all survive through this together, especially for Shigaraki, who had went on this quest of getting stronger at least partly so that he would become a more reliable protector for the League. and when Twice falls victim to the hero who had murdered him in cold blood, because no one except for Dabi was there to save him, Shigaraki doesn't even get to react to Twice's death, and possibly never even learns about the fact.

on topic of Dabi, his reaction being exactly two frames of sad expressions and including the footage of Twice's murder into his broadcast, and ending immediately after that, also makes no sense. Dabi is someone who holds himself accountable and despite his declarations, cares about the League, it's the very reason he was keeping Hawks from the League and sprinted to Twice as soon as he realized Hawks' intentions with him, to protect him. Dabi's unsuccessful attempt to save Twice is another iteration of Overhaul, a combination of Shigaraki and Twice's roles in the tragedy. but unlike Shigaraki, who had steeled himself into taking care of his subordinates and becoming a responsible and strong leader, or Twice who had never forgotten about his role in the incident, Dabi just somehow forgets about the entire thing as soon as the first war is over. Toga is the one whom the narrative allows to actively react to Twice's death and express her grief. it makes sense that her reaction would be the strongest, as she was the closest with Twice, but why are two LOV members no longer allowed to care about the same incident at the same time? why aren't they allowed to protect each other anymore, when Giran, who is not even in the League, had made that sacrifice for them?

These are pretty small things, but it's these instances of Toga and Dabi preventing Machia from being injected with the sedative, protecting the League that are sorely missing in the second war.

and the biggest act of devotion and protection to the League, which was the last time we saw anything like this for them, Mister Compress' last moments with the League.

Mutilating his own body just to buy them five seconds to possibly escape. Because he loved the League, because he wanted all of them to be happy and achieve their dreams, to be free, and to live.

and in return for the favour, not only do they not come back for him like they did for Kurogiri (because his quirk is important for the plot, while Compress' isn't), but none of them mention Compress ever again. same with Twice (with the exception of Toga), same with Magne. from this point onwards, none of them are allowed by the plot to even care about the League of Villains. the interpersonal relationships between two individuals still shine through, occasionally, like Spinner's devotion to Shigaraki (and him alone), Dabi and Toga's pyromaniac trauma lane visit to her house and him giving her Twice's blood, Kurogiri reaching out to Shigaraki in the very end. but what about the League? ahd what about the dead members of the League, or Mister Compress?

somehow, at the point of the final war it boils down to the generalized conflict of heroes vs villains and the morality gymnastics involved in the concept. on its own, this would have been an okay development, if the examples the story was using to prove its point weren't people who had become very close friends and who had lost four people to this war against the heroes.

if the individual conflicts, like Toga's desperation to be acknowledged as human being deserving of affection, Dabi's familial abuse trauma and Shigaraki's lifelong manipulation by All for One not giving him any chance to be saved at all, were the finishing line of the villains' story development, why join them within the League at all? LOV is a separate concept functioning as a collective uniting all these villains, giving them a place to belong and people who give a fuck whether they live or die. except not anymore, because for some reason after the first war this concept is scratched completely.

so why not make them mere acquaintances who sometimes collaborate to bother the heroes together, if the bond between them got in the way of the story and wasn't the point of the story? why prove the depth of their bond with the Overhaul and My Villain Academia arcs? why make Shigaraki develop relationships and a sense of responsibility for these people at all, if in the very end his desire to save these people is denied by the author himself?

the previous arcs have spent a great deal of effort establishing that the villains are human too. they have human feelings, human desires and human relationships. so why is it that in the final arc their ability to experience human emotions towards each other is turned on and off manually by the author? at the very end even the author stops pretending like anything happening to the villains is evaluated on the scale of human experiences (unlike the heroes, whose injuries and deaths are talked about and mourned in great detail) and Kurogiri and Shigaraki are wiped out like plot inconveniences rather than important and well written characters.

honestly? it's ironically meta that the story ended up proving the very point it has spent 400 chapters arguing against.

[kwonhoshi0]

𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 | fic

navigation | requests : open | 3rd feb 2021

pairing : bakugou x gn!reader

genre : angst, fluff lots of fluff i promise

word count : 3.8k+

warnings : season 3 spoilers, blood, injuries, gore, knives, fire

themes : angst with a happy ending, kidnapping, injuries, worry, mutual pining

request : hiii so my idea was like a bakugou x reader (reader is kacchan's s/o) kinda storyline but the reader is like aizawa's daughter figure?? not necessarily by blood but like as a student she would always stay behind and make tea for aizawa and like just accompany him to not be lonely?? maybe?? idk something like that ANYWAYS we all know that bakugou gets kidnapped by the LOV so what if the reader saves him and reader gets taken instead so like how would bakugou and aizawa react or do when they see reader getting warped right in front of them? LOL HDKSLAMA does it make sense like hfkslala yeah idk but that was my idea hope you like it enough to write it<3 - 🐰anon

note : here’s me typing this out for the second time bc i’m stupid <3, by the way in this fic they’ve lived at the dorms since the USJ!

being the niece of a pro-hero isn’t easy, since he isn’t very popular you didn’t worry too much about press but when you’re trying to get coffee together no one can deny the resemblance, people put two and two together. you lived with your uncle, also know as eraser-head by the media, since your parents weren’t really around anymore he took you in and looked after you, your uncle doesn’t show a lot of emotion but he has admitted that it’s nice not being alone all the time.

after first starting UA you noticed a certain boy a lot more, especially when you trained together, having a crush on someone was difficult especially when they’re your classmate and when that said classmate also falls for you? it made it harder to sneak glances and kisses inbetween class, despite you knowing your uncle won’t really care you both wanted to keep it a secret from everyone for as long as possible.

it wasn’t that you’re afraid of your uncle finding out but you’d rather your relationship be your own for now, that was until you were playing video games in the dorms with your boyfriend who’s head was in your lap not thinking anyone would walk in through the front door since everyone’s asleep and aizawa doesn’t visit often, he wouldn’t have thought much of it but your boyfriend, katsuki bakugou isn’t one for pda.. not from just anyone so he just put two and two together asking you when you went to the staff office as usual, ‘y/n are you and bakugou dating’ he said with his normal toneless voice, knowing it’s best not to lie you nodded, ‘hm’ and that was all he said about it, which is a good thing because when aizawa didn’t like something he’d say a bit more. everyone else found out when you both tried sneaking a kiss before class, kirishima noticed bakugou left early for class so he went after him, when he caught up and saw him holding your waist and jaw he smiled yelling ‘FINALLY’ and that’s how everyone else found out, when everyone found out about you being aizawa’s niece you were surprised that more people didn’t know, bakugou noticed you going to the staff room a lot and how you left at the same time as aizawa so when he found out that you’re related he made sure to tred a little softer around your uncle, noticing the similarities between your quirks, your quirks are both mind quirks so it made sense.

after months of dating you never regretted saying yes to the ashe blonde, not once. of course you both had rough spots like any other couple but you talked it out, however long it took, bakugou’s willingness to talk to you and comfort you made you feel special and loved, it’s not easy for him but he’s learnt to trust you more and more as time went on slowly bringing down his walls for you.

you looked out the window of the bus at the beautiful scenery as he watched you ‘dumbass, there’s a prettier view here’ he joked making you snort ‘mhm’ he huffed in annoyance before you brought out the doe eyes rubbing your head into his shoulder ‘you’re a very pretty view’ you pout as he smirked, ‘fuck yeah i am’ you kiss his cheek as you laughed at his antics, it was time for the training camp you had all talked about for months, when aizawa brought it up everyone went wild, until a couple of class 1A whined because they had to do extra work since they failed the exams. aizawa told you about the pussy cats and to make sure to use this training camp to your full advantage since it’s only a couple weeks.

as soon as you got out of the bus the ground beneath you shook making you all scream as the pussy cats that just introduced themselves to you told you to get to the campsite as fast as you can, you stood up from the fall, groaning you helped up mina, uraraka and your friend kendo from class b, you looked around to see where the blonde was, noticing him you sighed relieved until you heard denki say ‘what the fuck is that’ you all peered through the trees to see a big creatures that looked like they were made out of...sand?

not wasting any time you pulled yourself into the air with just enough power so you were now standing in front of the sand creature you heard some of your friends scream at you, holding your hand out pointing at the creature you flicked your wrist snapping it’s neck in an instant, some people praised you as you felt bakugou’s breath on your ear as he quickly whispered ‘that was hot’ before running in front of you going after another of the creatures, giggling you ran after them. one of the reasons bakugou fell for you was because you didn’t hesitate when it came to fighting something in your way, when you got attacked at the usj he noticed this, the way you protected your friends first. as you all climbed through the forest you stuck with midoriya and todoroki, ‘y/n jump!!’ you looked to the side of you to see a sand creature coming straight for you guys, you did as todoroki told you, he blasted the sand creature with his ice, freezing it and letting midoriya smash it into small particles. you all ran through the forest as light started to hit your face, more light shining through as you got closer to the camp. finally at the camp you all panted while sat on the floor, you looked up as todoroki walked back over to you and midoriya handing you both water bottles, ‘thank you todoroki’ you smiled as you chugged the water down soothing your dry throat and warmth.

once you all got cleaned up and the pussy cats explained what would be happening over the time spent at the training camp you felt an arm snake around your waist, leaning into the boys touch he gave you a small peck before peeling away from you grinning, bakugou isn’t one for pda but no one was really watching since you were all walking to the cafeteria to eat and everyone was too hungry to care, besides if anyone pointed it out bakugou wouldn’t hesitate to cuss them out.

you slept comfortably that night until you all got woken up at an ungodly time that morning, the only person who didn’t look dead was bakugou since he gets up early anyway, ‘what time did you sleep last night’ he asked you with a raised eyebrow, ‘the same time as everyone else, 11pm’ he rolled his eyes, before he could get a word out you said ‘not everyone sleeps at 8pm grandpa’, denki and kirishima laughed at your statement, ‘shut up dumbass’ he retorted. aizawa explained what you would be doing, many groans and whining could be heard as he explained how hard you should push yourself, you had to practise holding yourself in the air while throwing random objects for as long as possible, the only problem with this is you feel extremely light headed and your nose always bled when you do this for too long, bakugou practised near you so if you did go overboard he could catch you, which he didn’t tell you but he didn’t want you hurting your head.

it had been a couple hours of this and you were exhausted, ‘hey y/n, catch!’ you spin around catching the water bottle midoriya threw at you, ‘thanks midoriya’ you smiled, he returned it throwing one to todoroki who was near you and then bakugou, ‘dont try help me deku!’ he yelled, ‘baby you’re sweating take it’ you said thank you to midoriya which made bakugou mumble angrily.

after some group training the pussy cats explained a game to you guys assigning you pairs, since the numbers were odd you got paired up with tsu and ochako, you looked over at bakugou who was complaining about todoroki being his partner which you giggled at. your uncle led the other kids back to the camp as you guys headed into the forest. it had been a while in the forest and you heard a couple screams making you shiver, you all talked about random things before ochako pointed a little deeper into the forest sniffing ‘what is that’ you looked up to where she was pointing and you could see blue flames, before you could answer you felt a blade slice your cheek, wincing you looked to where it was thrown from to your confusion you saw a normal school girl, ‘you’re all so cute!!’ she exclaimed making you raise an eyebrow. just as tsu asked her who she is you got a message from mandalay via telepathy, ‘students, villains have infiltrated the site, get back to camp as soon as possible’, eyes widening you jumped away from the girl aiming at her ��tsu, uraraka are you hurt’ you said eyeing the girl in front of you, ‘tsu!! that’s such a cute name, i think i’ll call you tsu’ she said in a high voice, ‘only my friends can call me that’ tsu said with a shaky voice dodging the knives. she sent another knife but not at you or tsu, this time at uraraka slicing her shoulder, just as you contemplated using your quirk you all got another message from mandalay ‘you have been given permission to use your quirks, but only in need of defence.. we also know who one of the targets are, katsuki bakugou, if you can hear this bakugou please go back to camp immediately’ hearing this your head filled with worry for your angry blonde, pushing the thoughts to the side you needed to find him, so you used the force in your hands to pin toga to the ground sitting on top of her so she couldn’t move, ‘Y/N HER HAND’ before you knew what uraraka meant the girl loosened your grip from her right hand and plunged a knife straight into your thigh making you cry out, unable to move in time she pumped the blood out using a machine, screaming out in pain, tsu and uraraka ran to you but quickly stopped as toga held the knife to your throat threatening to hurt you further. hearing your scream and recognising it immediately bakugou ran towards your voice, jumping through the trees, toga leapt from you as midoriya, todoroki, tokoyami and shoji ran behind bakugou halting when seeing you all, ‘there’s too many people now, i don’t feel like dying tonight’ toga pouted before running back through the trees. you groaned as bakugou ran to your side ‘fuck, can you stand up’ you hopped up with the help of him pressing your forehead to his, happy that he’s safe, you quickly spun around to check on your friends wincing in the process ‘y/n what happened?’ todoroki questioned looking at yours and urarakas injuries, you explained while checking your friends injuries ‘shit midoriya, you look terrible’ he smiled at you reassuring you it’s fine. ‘okay so bakugou, we have to protect him and get back to the camp as fast as possible, you turned around to talk to the boy, panicking when he wasn’t there ‘where is he.. bakugou this isn’t fucking funny’ looking around you noticed tokoyami wasn’t there either as shoji pointed out his lack of presence. panicking you looked up to see compress, another villain apart of the league of villains, ‘you were so occupied with your plan that you didn’t even notice they’re gone’ he sneered, your blood boiled at his words, thinking what has he done with them..

‘WHERE DID YOU TAKE THEM!’ you yelled, you saw red, how didn’t you notice, your friends looked at you bewildered never seeing you this angry before, ‘sorry gotta run!’ the villain said as he hopped tree to tree, ‘fuck no no no’ you mumbled trying to think of what to do, ‘i have an idea’ tsu said quickly, she explained how she was going to propel you with her tongue and use shoji’s arms if needed to go any further, without a second thought you agreed, she wrapped her tongue around all of you and pulled back before releasing, the cold night air hit your skin, your wounds feeling soothed at the feeling. you could see him, the villain found where he was meant to meet his friends, until he turned to see you all coming full speed at him, panicking he hesitated as you jumped at him, another villain dabi tried burning midoriya but you pulled him towards you in time, todoroki didn’t get burnt as dabi’s fire only aimed for midoriya, you turned noticing the girl from before, you threw toga against a tree with a flick making her squeak in pain ‘that wasn’t very nice, i thought we were friends!!’ you laughed at the delusional girl, ‘never’, her facial expression changed to a furious one, she grabbed her knives throwing them one by one as you dodged and used your telekinesis to throw them back at her, one of the knives hit her leg and her arm ‘THATS NOT FAIR!!’ she stomped like a child, ‘she could be useful’, you heard from compress, you turned about to attack him but before you could shoji yelled, ‘IVE GOT THEM LETS GO’ you all looked at him in disbelief, he showed you the two pearls that were meant to be bakugou and tokoyami, letting out a sigh of relief you all went to the side of the entrance to the clearing, todoroki took your wrist pulling you back from a nomu who came through the trees you were about to walk into, ‘this way!!’ midoriya pointed at another way out ‘we’ve can’t let them get away’ dabi said about to unleash his flames, ‘no don’t, i thought i’d let them gloat a bit’ at his words you spun around, eyes widening in horror as he moved his mask and opened his mouth, two little beads, tokoyami and bakugou in them shone in the light, the two beads shoji had turned into ice, ‘is that my ice?’ todoroki shouted frustrated, compress was about to walk through the portal, just as you started running at them he got hit with aoyama’s laser beam causing one of the beads to fall out, the bead transformed into tokoyami and the other transformed into bakugou, but he was still in their grasp, running as fast as you could you grabbed his wrist just in time knowing he wouldn’t let you do this, you pulled him as hard as you could making him fall behind you as dabi grabbed you by the waist holding you firmly, ‘guess we’ll take this one instead’ he grinned.

the last you saw of bakugou for the next 2 days was him running at you before you got transported into the league of villains base. ‘y/n l/n huh, we originally wanted bakugou but you got in the way.. no matter, your power is still powerful if not more, the only problem is you’re level headed, you aren’t as.. explosive’ he drawled on. they didn’t hurt you but it was repetitive, constantly asking if you’ll join them.

when bakugou woke up he felt at peace for a couple seconds before remembering what happened, when he did fall asleep it’s because aizawa convinced him he needed to sleep at least a little, so here he was resting his head on a chair in the waiting room of the hospital, before he finally fell asleep he couldn’t help but blame himself, constant questioning his actions, ‘it’s my fault’... ‘what?’ aizawa looked at the boy with a raised brow, ‘it’s my fault they took them, they were meant to take me but they grabbed me and i couldn’t help them in time, i-it’s my fault’ aizawa looked at the blonde for a couple seconds before a small smile, undetectable to anyone looking at him crept on his face, ‘bakugou, i may be angry at those villains for taking them but i am not angry at you, they chose to save you blaming yourself won’t help anyone, besides we will get them back and in order to help you need to make rational decisions which you can’t do thinking these things’ he sat next to bakugou while telling him this, only loud enough for bakugou to hear, he put his hand on the blondes head as they sat there in a comforting silence, ‘besides you would’ve done the same for them’.

as soon as bakugou woke up kirishima lead him to midoriyas room, ‘what the hell am i doing here’ he said not having the energy to scream, ‘kaachan, before you leave.. we want to help get y/n back’. it didn’t take anything for kirishima to convince him, he was in once they told him the plan, despite the protests from his friends and classmates he had to, the feeling in his stomach and chest felt as if he was suffocating, he didn’t know how you were, whether you’re injured or not or whether you’re even alive and it was eating him up inside.

they watched momo and midoriya walk over as bakugou, kirishima and todoroki stood in silence. after some discussing and protests from iida they all got on the next train agreeing that as soon as things get violent they’ll get out of there, bakugou didn’t really care about that, he just needed you to be safe. ‘we need disguises!!’ after looking the part they slowly tiptoed around the building you’re meant to be in, ‘kirishima what can you see?’ he wobbled a bit before his eyes widened in horror, ‘g-god, it’s those nomu things’, they looked through the gaps of the window in fear, ‘wait shit y/ns not in there are they?!’ bakugou tried stretching his neck to see each corner of the warehouse, ‘don’t yell!! we have to be careful, i don’t think they’re in there i’m-’ before momo could finish her sentence the entire building shook making them fall to the ground, groaning they looked up to see mt lady and best jeanist, ‘they said all mights on the scene, they’ll be okay’ todoroki said relaxing a little. for some reason bakugou didn’t relax he couldn’t until he saw you safe but before he could even think he felt himself being pushed against the wall of the small alley, looking next to him to find the culprit he met 5 terrified faces telling him not to move, he listened in to what was going on, so this was the boss, it was never shigaraki, as they heard their pro hero jeanist get wounded and maybe even die they couldn’t move, they were in shock, until they heard you.

‘fuck, where.. am i’.. bakugou looked over the wall peering through it at the sound of your voice, iida pulled him back quickly ‘don’t, bakugou no’ he knew it’s a bad idea, just as he was about to peer again to see if you were injured a large thud made the ground shake, it was all might and while all might and all for one are fighting you’re in the middle of it, meaning all might can’t use all of his powers, everytime you screamed dodging toga or compress bakugou feared the worst, ‘is that all you’ve got’ he heared you say, you sounded tired and weak. his mind was running with things that haven’t happened, the worst thoughts taking over his head, ‘guys, i have a plan’, never had bakugou been more keen on listening to midoriya.

after telling everyone the plan and their roles they got ready, since you couldn’t fly they had to think of a way to get you off the ground into the air, the only person who can do that is bakugou, with momo’s quirk she created a bluetooth device that’ll let her talk to you, since you had a telekinesis quirk you can use your mind as well as your hands, so the league of villains used magne to magnetise you to the chair you were bound in, which means you still have magnetism in you, so momo used that to get the earphone in your ear. you felt a tingle in your ear but too occupied by fighting the villains you ignored it, ‘y/n please carry on fighting as usual don’t let this throw you, get as close as you can to the wall behind you, bakugou is going to grab your arm, let him and then he’s going to blast you guys into the sky where midoriya will catch you’.

and that’s exactly what happened, the plan could not have gone smoother, bakugou grabbed your arm and you both blasted into the sky, you watched large amount of ice form creating a sledge for midoriya and iida to use, midoriya grabbed your arm as you all flew past mt lady. you landed safely, ‘are you hurt’ the boy frantically checked, you smiled at him before wrapping your arms around your boyfriends neck, ‘the only injuries i have are from back at the camp, they have bandages around them but they haven’t been healed’ he sighed relaxing into your touch, ‘fucking hell dumbass, don’t ever do that again’ you hummed against him rubbing your nose against his neck smelling his caramel scent which you missed. ‘guys we should let the authority’s know they’re okay’ midoriya squeaked bizarred at bakugou’s affection.

after getting a hug from all the friends who insisted on saving you today, bakugou dragged you back to the hospital, insisting on carrying you, ‘y/n?!... i’m so glad you’re safe’ you’re not used to affection from aizawa, it isn’t something you were used to because he knows how to comfort you without using physical affection, but hugging you was a comfort he needed right now, knowing that you’re safe and he’s able to hold you comforted him greatly in this moment before you he didn’t have anyone to talk to after school or look after, whether he was used to affection or not didn’t matter to him here. ‘bakugou, midoriya, kirishima, momo, iida, todoroki, what you did was fucking stupid, but i’m thankful, thank you’ he mumbled a little as he ruffled your hair.

as soon as you were all back at the dorms you had a class movie night in honour of your return and safety, that didn’t mean bakugou didn’t insist on you cuddling him, for a guy who’s not one for pda he needed this. throughout the whole movie you kept your head on his shoulder.his head on yours lifting his head every now and then to place a kiss on your head, ‘i missed you so fucking much teddybear’.

A/N:

oh my fucking god, before we even talk about this fic i deleted this in the drags BY ACCIDENT but my amazing talented smart ass had it copy and pasted into a word count. sometimes i love myself i would’ve gone ape shit if this was gone forever purely because of tHE TIME i sPENT.

anyway rant over enjoy your days it’s 3am and i couldn’t sleep again 😽🥲🕳👨‍🦯

taglist : @blazedbakugou @todoroki-shoto-is-life @lulu

[fritae]

The Missing Piece (Chapter 7)

Boundaries 💫

gang! au / ceo! au

characters: dabi x female oc, lov

status: ongoing

read this story on ao3

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Dabi decides on an open-air Italian restaurant.

Before we could take our seats, I excuse myself.

His brows furrow. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," I assure him. "I just need to use the bathroom."

Dabi nods.

But as soon as he's out of sight, I call for the waitress from near the entrance. The woman pleasantly smiles as she comes over.

"Hi, how can I help you today?"

"One second please," I say as I dig through my wallet. "I'm from table 6. Could you charge my card when we're done?"

She makes note of that and puts the pen in her apron. "Of course, miss."

I smile as my fingers find the blue Visa card.

But just as I'm about to hand it to her, I feel someone grab my arm.

My eyes widen.

"What do you think you're doing?" Dabi's eyes narrow.

"What?" I say. "I'm just giving her my card."

"I know. Who said you could do that?"

I pull my arm from his grip. "I don't need permission."

Dabi frowns and stands between us. "I'm the one that asked you for dinner."

I avert his gaze, feeling small under his eyes. "Okay, and? I want to pay."

"Rina-"

"Come on, don't argue with me on this. You bought coffee last time. It's my turn. Besides," I say with a small smile. "I just got my first paycheck. I want to celebrate."

Not to mention that it's thanks to him that I still have a paycheck!

Dabi sighs. "That's why we're at dinner. Who spends their first paycheck on their boss?"

"I'm not spending it on my boss," I correct. "I'm spending it on my friend."

Dabi's eyes widen for a moment, but the look on his face is gone just as fast.

He puts his hands in his pockets and rolls his eyes. "You sure you wanna spend your first paycheck on me?"

A grin spreads across my face. I reach over him and hand the waitress my card.

"Absolutely positive."

---

"How'd you even know where I went?" I ask him as we make our way back to the table.

"You looked like you were up to something."

I smile.

Of course.

Dabi's worked with hundreds of people over the years. He told me he was good at reading people before, but I didn't know how good.

Or maybe I've never gotten close enough to anyone to feel so seen.

He rolls up his sleeves when the food arrives. My heart warms as he puts the appetizers in front of me.

"Hey," I tease him. "Just because I'm paying doesn't mean you should eat less."

Dabi scoffs. "Who said I'm eating less? I'm going to make you regret paying," There's a devilish grin on his face as he says it. "I have pretty expensive taste."

I laugh.

We both know the money he sent me will be more than enough for a simple dinner.

Even if it was at a three-star Michelin restaurant.

---

The evening is spent in laughs and the type of conversation I was beginning to think only Dabi was capable of. Which feels weird, because I remember Toga telling me Dabi wasn't the type to talk often. Or smile, for that matter.

But every time I tell myself maybe I'm mistaken about who he is...

He reminds me of why I was drawn to him in the first place.

"How's work going so far," He asks me in between bites. "Any problems?"

"No, everything's great." I tell him truthfully. "It's such a fun experience, and I love hanging out with everyone when I'm done. And you don't ask for as much as I thought you would, to be honest. Having so much free time makes me feel like you're still doing a lot yourself."

Dabi shrugs. "There's a lot I gotta take care of personally. Although to be honest, you're just really efficient. You finish everything so quickly. I was worried this would be too much for you but looks like it's manageable."

"Yeah, yeah definitely." I steal a shrimp from his plate. "What I'm trying to say is you could give me more. I can handle it."

Dabi nods but doesn't comment.

"Also," I begin. Should I bring it up? I should, right? Especially with how well the evening's going. Maybe he'll trust me.

He motions for me to go on.

"There's something I actually wanted to talk to you about.." I lower my voice so no one could accidentally hear anything.

Dabi takes a sip from his coke. "You keeping things from me?"

"It's not that, I just," I sigh. "I don't know if it's my place." He looks up at me, but I notice a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

"I just-" I start to get nervous.

"Talk."

"Dabi, I'm talking to you as a friend right now. Not an employee. But I'm worried about you."

Confusion floods his face yet again. "Me? Why would you?"

Is he being serious?

"You know," I look down to his hands, as if that should explain everything. He follows my gaze. Cautiously, I touch them. When he doesn't flinch, I hold them more confidently. "The blood, Dabi. The times you behave...differently."

I don't know how to describe it to him. I don't even know if he's aware of himself when he arrives angry or irritated. Not that I know much about it either, of course. He always appears with a scowl and disregards everyone but the person or two that disappear with him into his office.

And he doesn't come out.

"That's nothing." Dabi replies. But his voice is colder than before. "Don't worry."

It sounds more like a command than an assurance.

"You promise there's nothing for me to worry about?"

There's the slightest bit of hesitation.

But his resolve immediately turns to steel.

"We agreed." He says instead. "Rina, this has nothing to do with you."

I suppose I should be thankful. He could have said it in a worse way.

"I know," I let go of his hands. I swallow, taking small bites from my plate to ease the sudden tension in the air. "I'm sorry sir. It's none of my business. I just wanted to be sure you were okay."

"I'm okay." His face is unreadable. "Not exactly someone you should be worrying about, Rina."

I don't know what he means by that. Does he mean it's not my place? Is it because I work for him now?

I shake the thoughts out of my head. It's not like he would have told me if I wasn't his secretary.

Maybe he means it really isn't anything to worry about.

But the amount of scenarios I can think up to explain the blood...

"Yes sir."

I hear the clink of glass as Dabi starts eating again. "You regret treating me tonight yet?"

"No sir," I give him a soft smile. "That's not related to this at all."

He smiles too.

But I regret the wall I suddenly put between us.

---

"Thank you for the excellent service," I wave at the waitress. She seems baffled. "No, thank you for the tip, I don't even know what to say! Please come again!"

I feel warm as I leave the restaurant.

It may have been a big tip, but knowing it made her day makes me smile.

After all, the opportunity to work at the Blaze came unexpectedly. Least I could do is pass on some of my happiness to others.

"That was a lot," Dabi comments, watching the waitress' reaction through the glass. She was talking to some of the other employees and pointed our way, a huge smile on her face. "Even for a Michelin restaurant."

"Yeah but look at her," I smile. "She looks so happy."

Dabi shrugs and keeps walking.

I walk beside him, unsure of what to say. He's been much more quiet since I brought up the blood. The thought of him possibly treating me the way he treats the other workers fills my gut with more worry. Dabi's treated me so well till now because of our prior connection. And all he asked of me in response was to give him space and keep my lips sealed.

He's probably thinking about how he couldn't even trust me with that.

But before I can ask, I hear someone shout, "Rina!"

Dabi and I stop.

I turn around just in time to see a familiar someone throw their arms around me.

"Aliyah!" My eyes widen.

We've barely seen each other since I left NNTV. Occasionally, we'll get to have breakfast together before work. But she spends so much time in the NNTV studio, and I've increasingly been staying late at the Blaze, so even that was becoming a rarity.

"What are you doing here!" I ask her incredulously.

"We had a company dinner!" She exclaims. "You want to come say hi? Everyone will be so happy to see you!"

But I get a bad feeling in my stomach.

And as I look behind her, I find Mr. Lane watching me with narrowed eyes.

Uh oh.

[dreamiehrs]

be careful what you wish for... it may already be true ➛ l.jn

lee jeno x reader ∗ fluff, witch!jeno, witch!y/n, gender neutral reader, fantasy!au ∗ length: 2,070 words

“jeno, don’t you think it’s ridiculous that you’re going to try to get y/n’s attention by a mere love potion? do you really think that’s gonna work on them?” renjun follows jeno closely in his basement, which was where jeno would make concoctions ranging from personality potions to death potions. he was quite the powerful potion maker, one of the most popular in the magic academy he attended.

renjun does his best not to trip over any equipment in jeno’s basement as jeno stands in front of a large wooden table, which was littered with tons of flasks, beakers, test tubes, pipettes, etc. if you could name it, it was probably on the table. jeno scoffs as he crouches down, finding his potion book in one of the drawers and pulling it out. “what’s the worst that could happen? why wouldn’t it work on them?”

“...the worst that could happen is that it doesn’t work and they could end up hating you forever! don’t you ever put this type of stuff into consideration?” renjun warns, watching as jeno studies each page of his brown leather book before flipping to the next page. his eyebrows furrow until he finds the page he was looking for, and walks around the table to his pantry, that was full of herbs and liquids to make his desired potion.

jeno chuckles, almost arrogantly, as he picks out a bottle full of rose leaves. “my potions never fail, junnie, you know this. I’m one of the best potion makers in this entire academy, so this potion definitely won’t backfire on me. if it does, I can just reverse it with one of my spells... however, I’m not really confident in spell-casting yet, so that may do more worse than good.” he hums to himself, picking out a few more things before turning back to face renjun.

“you’re too cocky for your own good, jeno. one day your potion is gonna fail on you, and you’re gonna have to face the consequences sooner or later. I’m not gonna stick along when that happens, so you’ll be all on your own when you have to deal with something like that.” renjun proclaims, now leaning against a wall with his dark brown owl familiar perched on his shoulder. renjun had named him owlvin because, well, it’s renjun we’re talking about here.

jeno slips on some gloves and gets to work on the potion, turning his oven on and filling up a medium pot full of water to make his potion with. “glad to know what type of friend you are, junnie.” he adds his ingredients one by one and starts to chant something quietly to himself as his concoction starts to lightly simmer.

renjun rolls his eyes, and owlvin snuggles up to his neck. this potion definitely wasn’t going to work, he thought to himself.

...

a few days later, after jeno had perfected his love potion to use on you, he seals it up in a light pink water bottle, so he wouldn’t mix it up with his regular water bottle. he was determined that this would work on you, and if it didn’t, he would resort to other ways to get you to fall in love with him.

you were a witch yourself, and although you would love nothing more than to get to know jeno, the famous potion maker at the academy, your friends had their suspicions about him.

“he acts so nice, but what if that’s all an act?” jisung mumbles beside you as the two of you were walking down the hallway, using his levitate spell to make the bag of popcorn levitate in front of himself. he pops a few pieces into his mouth, accidentally dropping some down onto the floor in the process.

“I beg to differ, sungie. I don’t think y/n would be interested in a guy who only fakes his kindness just to get rewards out of it, right, y/n?” chenle speaks up from your left, making sure to pick up any fallen popcorn pieces that jisung had accidentally knocked over.

you nod at his words, and jisung proceeds to catapult a popcorn piece at chenle’s head. chenle practically screams an “ow!” with his dramatic self, and luckily, the other students around you three didn’t even react, because they’re so used to chenle screaming for no reason now.

as the three of you enter the canteen, you come face-to-face with (speak of the devil) lee jeno. you do your best not to let your cheeks heat up as he looks at you expectantly. jisung stares him down from your right until chenle drags him off in another direction, giving you and jeno some privacy.

“y/n,” he breathes out, having to compose himself briefly before continuing. “I was wondering if you could do something for me?”

you raise an eyebrow before a chuckle leaves your mouth. “as long as it doesn’t have to do with cursing someone, then yes, I can probably do something for you, jen.”

his eyes widened. “of course not! I would never ask you to do something that dangerous... I wouldn’t want to put you in danger. anyways,” he pauses, pulling out a pink water bottle from his bag. “I was wondering if you could test out my luck potion for me?”

you take the bottle from his hands, inspecting the liquid inside of it. usually, luck potions were a gold-ish color, that would sparkle in the sunlight. however, this one was a rosy pink, which highly resembles a love potion. you were skeptical, to say the least, but knowing jeno, he wouldn’t pull off a stunt like this on you.

you nod, opening the cap of the bottle. “of course! I’ll let you know how it goes tomorrow, alright?” he looks at you hopefully as you take a swig of the drink, almost cringing at how sweet it was. you send him a smile, and he seems relieved as you do so.

“right. see you tomorrow!” he runs off into the canteen to spill what he did to renjun, while you glance warily at the drink in your hands.

...

“...so? did it work?” renjun questions a few days later in the canteen, stabbing his fork in a piece of watermelon before popping it into his mouth. jeno sat there dejectedly in front of him, his tray still full of food as he picked at it occasionally. “hey, if you don’t eat now, you’re gonna end up regretting it later.”

jeno groans, pushing his hair back in frustration. “I don’t know! the day after I gave her the potion, she told me that it didn’t seem to work, and she gave me back my water bottle, which was half full of the potion.”

“wait... what potion did you tell her you were giving to her?” renjun deadpans, and owlvin coos when he sees jeno still.

jeno gulps. “I... uh... may have told her that it was a luck potion instead of a love potion...” he mumbles, and he can hear renjun sigh from in front of him. when he looks up, he notices that owlvin is facepalming with his left wing at jeno’s confession.

“you know you have to tell them eventually, right? it’s unfair that they don’t know it was actually a love potion... I mean, maybe they already figured that out, since they’re a witch as well.”

renjun was right, as always, and owlvin nodded his head in his agreement with renjun’s words. jeno groaned once again, tangling his fingers in his hair as he realized he’s messed up, and bad. you probably already knew that it was a love potion just from how he saw you examining it, so why didn’t you decline testing his potion? “you’re probably right, junnie. why haven’t they said anything, thou–”

“jeno?” he’s interrupted by your voice, and he flinches before glancing to his left, where you were now seated. renjun silently chuckles to himself as jeno’s draw practically drops, and he has to do his best to cover up his grinning face as he watches the two of you from the sidelines.

“y-yes?” jeno stutters within your presence, and you give him a sweet smile to soothe his nerves.

“can we talk about something, please? in private?” you send a glance in renjun’s direction, and jeno seems to pick up on that immediately. he turns to be met with renjun’s knowing look, and that’s all it takes for jeno to nod his head before glancing back at you.

jeno stands up and grasps your hand, pulling you up with him gently. “of course. let’s go to the courtyard.” he states, and as the two of you walk to the courtyard together, he can feel his heart threatening to beat out of his chest. even though he seemed composed conversing with you on the outside, he could feel himself practically exploding on the inside.

...

you two find a bench to sit down comfortably onto, and you turn your body towards him. “I wanted to talk to you about that potion that I tested out for you a few days ago. I know you said it was a luck potion when you gave it to me, but when I inspected it further, it resembled more of a love potion.”

he nods, playing with his hands nervously as he meets your gaze. it wasn’t an angry, disappointed glint that flashed through your eyes like he had expected. your gaze was soft as you looked at him, waiting for his next move. he was briefly surprised, and he made up his mind in a matter of seconds. “I’m sorry, y/n. it’s as exactly as you had assumed. it was a love potion that I had given you a few days ago, and for why I did so, it’s because I... I have had a crush on you for the past three years, and no matter how much time I would spend around you, trying to get you to have mutual feelings for me as well, it never seemed to work out. I know it was messed up, to give you a love potion without you knowing, and I hope you’ll forgive me for what I’ve done.”

his head hangs low as he studies the ground underneath him, not noticing how you have a huge smile on your face. “I already knew it was a love potion, jen. also, don’t worry, I forgive you.”

his head whips up to meet your gaze. “y-you knew?” he stammers out, his cheeks flushing a pink when he sees you nod.

“I knew it from the start, just from taking a good look at the liquid’s color. so, I wasn’t surprised that it wouldn’t work on me, mainly because I knew what it was already, but also because of another reason...” you trail off.

“another reason? w-what’s that?”

you scoot closer to him, and his eyes widen at the proximity between you two. “because love potions don’t work on someone when they’re already in love.”

“you’re already in love? with who?” he wonders, seeing how your eyes sparkle as you gaze at him. you hold back a chuckle at his question, and he looks at you, confused.

“oh, jen, you’re almost as oblivious as you’re confident. I thought it was obvious from the start, from the day the two of us had met, but if I have to spell it out for you, then so be it. I’m in love with you, jeno.” you use your hand to gently push away the hair that had fallen close to his eyes, and he locks eyes with you after you say this.

he couldn’t believe his ears, and his eyes for that matter, as you slowly started leaning in closer to him, your eyes flickering down to glance at his lips and then back up at him. when your lips collide with his, fireworks explode in his stomach as he cups one of your cheeks with his hand, eventually relaxing into the kiss.

as he’s having his moment with you, he realizes something. maybe he didn’t have to go through all of that work to get you to fall for him when you already were.

the universe works in certain ways to bring two people together, and luckily, for you and jeno, you didn’t have to do much to be brought together naturally.

[sortasirius]

“Destiny’s Child” and the Destiny of...Them

So that was..........A Lot.

Liked A LOT about it, a lot more than a usually do with Buckleming, but uh, some issues.  Eugenie didn’t really need to bring up Busty Asian Beauties, that had gone and we didn’t need more of it.  And I hate any mention of John Winchester that is positive, whether it’s in an AU or hammering home how poor of a father he is, but other than some details, this was a wild ride that I mostly enjoyed and have a lot to talk about.  They certainly crammed a lot in there.

Starting from literally the very beginning, they’re hitting us with some sick parallels in the “Then” portion of the episode.  Listen, y’all know me.  Y’all know I am.......Not A Fan of M*g or M******l, I am, however a Rachel Miner stan, so when the “Then” started out with the pizza man and the cringy kiss from “Caged Heat” I sorta rolled my eyes but held out hope for a Rachel cameo bc I.....lov her.  But then.............”I learned that from the pizza man” is compared directly with Dean being mistaken for a pizza man?  And then eating pizza in like 20 different scenes?  Could the production be louder???????  There is, in my opinion, literally no other way to take that, that was a sequence that basically said “Dean taught Cas how to kiss” and I will not be accepting dissenting opinions at this time.

Also AU Sam and Dean were so dumb and I appreciated their stupid Fiat and the song that played when they got out of the car, thanks Amyn, I appreciate you dawg.  And then Sam and Dean explaining it to Cas?  Thanks base gods.

Cas was so fucking sassy in this ep and I......love him so much.

The idea of killing Amara is interesting, mostly because it brings her into play again, we saw in the beginning of the season that she just....doesn’t give a fuck about any of this, but the boys don’t know that, so maybe she’ll become an ally?  Idk, here’s hoping.  I miss her.

And when Cas and Dean have this exchange about the occultum:

“It was housed for hundreds of years in an ancient before it was-”

“Plundered by pirates!”

“No-”

“It was...dug up by tomb raiders!”

“No.”

“It was...seized by the king of the dead and his warlords amiclose?”

“Looted by invading mongol hoardes for trade on the black-”

“Black market, yeah I was gonna say that next, that was the next one.”

Like.....can y’all say MARRIED?  Anyway.

Danneel and Gen???  Together???  Ruby and Sister Jo????  Together???? I’m gay.

I’m SUPER interested in the convo that Jack and Cas have in the kitchen, specifically about Dean:

“Will he ever forgive me?”

“You know, Dean...he feels things more acutely than any human I’ve ever known.  So, it’s possible he could work through this.  One day he may explode, let it all out, breathe deeply and move on.”

“How long will that take?”

“I don’t know.”

Can we say PARALLELS fam??  First of all, Cas is so in tune with Dean, he knows him so well, knows how much he cares how deeply he loves.  Honestly it causes me chest pains to think about it for too long.  But Cas knows this because he just went through it, Dean “couldn’t forgive” and “couldn’t move on” until he had an Outburst in Purgatory and begged asked Cas to forgive him for how he acted.  It’s an interesting parallel because it isn’t a direct parallel: Dean was the one that asked forgiveness of Cas, not the other way around.  It’s a little detail, but at this point every little detail seems to be important down the road.

Also there were a lot of Looks between Dean and Cas and they were all soft and I gtg

And then we get the big mention: the first mention of Cas’ deal since last season.  I knew the writers wouldn’t just write this plotline off, and Cas is, “far from happy” as he says himself.  So.....not to clown.....but if getting Jack back doesn’t make him happy............what does? (I think we know)

And then Cas in the Empty, looking for Ruby, and runs into “Meg” (Rachel I missed u).  And I think it’s fascinating that the Empty appeared as Meg specifically.  The Empty knows Cas, of course, but, more specifically, the Empty knows EVERYTHING about Cas.  “I know who you love, what you fear.”  And the Empty appears to Cas as someone that he TRUSTED, not as someone that he loved.  It’s an important distinction, because if the Empty wanted to appear as something that would RATTLE Cas, it would appear as someone that he loved or hated, but he trusted Meg, that’s why it appeared to him as her.

Also, “go get her, pizza man” after that intro?  Really just hammering home that Dean is the pizza man with all the subtlety of an elephant imho.

Also Concerned Husband Dean is alive and well, he doesn’t even hesitate, he makes Jack bring Cas back immediately, important information be damned.

But before Cas leaves, Empty!Meg says something that should NOT be glossed over, about Death’s plan to defeat Chuck, “Funny thing about her plan though, she didnt say anything about needing you.”

How many times have we heard this this season?  How many times has Cas occupied the negative space?  “No one mentions Cas,” the loudness of his absence after the breakup, when he was kidnapped by Leviathan in Purgatory, not being mentioned in Billie’s plan, and now? Fret not my friends, I know so many people are worried about Cas, but Andrew Dabb is a Cas stan first and a human second, and all of these mentions or lack thereof of Cas being a part of the endgame?  It just makes him all the more important, because he’s a surprise attack, Chuck never sees him coming because he doesn’t consider him important.

And when Cas comes back and Dean calls him an idiot?  Some serious callbacks to one of the gayest episodes and one of my personal faves: “Lily Sunder has Some Regrets.”  They be married.

AU Sam and Dean were very wrong and I did not wike it and that’s that on that tbh.

So they get to the church, Sam holds the door against the hellhounds like the badass boy he is, and Dean and Cas really do just stand exactly where a couple getting married would stand, with Jack standing where the officiant would stand.  I mean.....it’s LOUD.  It’s just real LOUD in here.  Also pretty fucking ON THE NOSE that Jack stands in front of Jesus, Cas in front of Mary, and Dean in front of Joseph.  I’m not qualified to do religious iconography meta but uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh come on now.

That snake sequence...Jack’s life flashing before his eyes before he gets his soul back?  Ya boi weeps.  Buckleming had no right to write something as amazing as Jack’s snake sequence and final scene, it shouldn’t be allowed and it was not what I was expecting.

So.....there was a lot happening in this episode but, y’all know I sound like a broken record here, Dean and Cas were, once again, the overwhelming and blatant focal point.  Sure I watch with my eyes tuned to them especially, but they’re really cranking up the volume over here.  The Empty deal is back and unresolved, Cas talks to Jack about Dean’s forgiveness, Dean’s fearful when he thinks he’s lost Cas again, the fucking pizza man.  It all points one direction.

[sunseteyes]

six feet under; katsuki bakugou

—as an aspiring hero, katsuki never considered of a villain’s life, he doesn’t care about them, until you came—the very villain who risked their life trying to save his own.

request: HIHIHIHI! I saw that requests are open and here i am! How about hcs of Villain!Reader x Bakugou? Like they were a part of the LOV but then betrayed them the moment they captured Bakugou, and helped him escape? Maybe something happened while he was kidnapped and the reader accidentally told him that everyone despised her dream to be a hero? And said that she was a better fit to be a villain? — @exclipsses

word count: 1, 481 words | themes: gen!reader. villain!reader. heavy angst. hurt & comfort.

warnings: mentions of death, blood, and bullying

rv: i took the request to a whole new level and i apologize in advance if the angst was too much.

original artist: billie eilish | link to song

taglist: @kacchanori @chickynn @todominica @sparkleswritings @bitchtrynafck

a pointed gaze brings you back to reality and it took a second for you to look away. you hoped no one else saw the type of emotion in your face that would have hinted the betrayal that were on your mind ever since you realized what you had gotten yourself into.

“what the hell are you looking at?” if looks could produce words, that would be what the boy’s eyes would say.

katsuki bakugou, a student from yuuei. that’s the only thing you were supposed to know of when you first saw the picture tomura held up and showed all of you the time you were all planning for the attack.

when himiko invited you to the league of villains, you thought it was just as simple as cooking egg, or maybe doing badass heists together. sure, breaking in yuuei’s summer camp would be fun and exciting, exhilarating even. yet as you saw the looks on their faces once they have realized that they were losing—that their friend was being taken away—one of their peers, the nonexistent guilt in your heart started to beat, like a rose blooming without the presence of rain.

and now, you were beginning to feel the ache further and further, bothering you and your thoughts as tomura talked to the boy, urging him to be part of the alliance. without an answer, even you could tell that he wouldn’t take that offer easily. that’s one thing you know about heroes—or aspiring heroes. they’re pretty stubborn, holding up to their ideals and beliefs, much like a villain would, actually. you understood both sides, but you know about heroes probably much more than the people around you would.

your parents were pro heroes. they were not famous like all might, endeavor or even mount lady, but they were good heroes—good people. you aspired to be them someday. they were your role models. but as you got your quirk, everything else changed.

actually, you never realized you had gotten your quirk when you accidentally killed a bird one day at school.

“look it’s (y/n)! the one with the villain quirk!” 

“hey (y/n), didn’t you say your parents were pro heroes? did they dump you because of your quirk?”

“maybe (y/n) killed her parents.”

your quirk was called fatal blood, whereas any living cell could die just by your blood. you could remember that you were pecked by the bird that day when it was killed. you could not deny that your classmates at that time were not wrong. you were a killer.

but not your parents’.

“you must be (y/n) (l/n)-chan!” it was himiko who approached you first at junior high school. you never had friends to begin with that’s why someone talking to you to chat was surprising enough. no one reqlly wanted to begin a conversation with a parent killer.

by that time, you were living with your aunt and uncle, yet you preferred not living at all. you felt like you were living in a cinderella story when you became like a slave to your aunt, uncle and their children. not only that, but they blamed your mother and father for being killed in the process of their “useless” ideals and dreams of being a hero. 

that’s why when himiko let you in in her crimes, it was your first time to feel free after your parents’ death. it was like; finding your first love all over again, or breathing when you were barely surviving.

still, something felt missing. 

“what do you think, (y/n)-chan? i think you can kill him with one touch!” himiko beams, the whole room’s focus turning to yours. you never liked being the center of attention, just as much as you hated knowing that you could commit murder anytime you let your blood out. you liked the feeling of having someone you could feel free with and you appreciated himiko for that.

but murder? that you couldn’t commit. 

“even if i wanted to, i doubt tomura-kun would like that, himiko-chan.” you reply, keeping your cool despite the different intention in your statement as you momentarily eyed the girl, giving her a look that she’d know immediately what they mean. 

himiko was your soulmate; someone who knew you from the inside out, and whom you know of the same as she does to you. you had been together since the beginning of junior high and never separated ever since. of course, she’d take a hint when you were feeling or thinking of something. it was a frightening thought, that someone could guess what was inside of you without a second thought. but at the same time, it felt reassuring that you had someone you could call one of your own, even if it was a villain.

when the pro heroes suddenly came barging in, you could say that you felt relief and terror syncing in your mixture of emotions. you thought of the times your used to idolize your parents and other heroes when you were little yet now, you were the one that’s being caught by them.

how ironic, isn’t it?

your eyes came in contact with bakugou once again, seeing that same pair of red eyes darting to yours. and it held with the same kind of emotion that he had expressed to you earlier. 

“what the hell did you do to yourself?”

you’ve known katsuki bakugou when you were children, back when your mother and father were still alive. you were on the same school as him during kindergarten, but ever since you killed that one bird, your parents decided to transfer you after the cases of bullying towards you surfaced.

bakugou was one of those who protected you.

“hey that’s some hell of a cool quirk you extra! you lot are just jealous of how strong (y/n) is. but of course, i’m still stronger than her so you should be jealous of me instead.” 

his words still stuck to your mind even as years went by, and seeing him now;all grown-up and still having the same but more mature features—it felt kind of nostalgic.

so even with the tremble that you felt in your veins the moment you got transported somewhere else and you saw the faceless man that tomura calls “sensei,” your feet moved almost instantaneously in front of bakugou, your hands extending to the sides.

“(y/n)-chan?” you heard the confusion in himiko’s voice as you avoided her knife, your own sharp nails injuring the tips of your fingers, just enough to draw some blood. it stung, but it became numb in milliseconds due to the number of times youkve done it before. you’d just gotten used to it, in short.

“a traitor, huh?” mr. compressor voices out, your chest clenching at the new nickname, but still holding your ground. despite not facing bakugou, you knew he was questioning your actions too. you could feel it—that same intense gaze you’d been receiving from him since the start.

your guilt had gotten the best of you. there was no other reason.

“i had no choice, bakugou.” you say, still not meeting his eyes, focused on protecting the boy from the attacks the others made, defending yourselves side by side with bakugou. waves of attacks keep on coming but you were able to put up a good fight and defense. you were with himiko in her heists over the years, and even if your skills couldn’t have been on par with the heroes, you were used to running away or protecting yourself from anyone who pursues you.

but this time, it was for another person. 

“i’m coming!” all might shouts but he was held down. it was your first time seeing the number one hero but your thoughts shouldn’t be full of that simple fact for you had your whole attention towards bakugou. you shouldn’t let mr. compressor touch him or you even for a bit or your efforts would all be in vain. 

just a little more.

when you met bakugou’s gaze again, it was as if all the weight on your shoulders were lifted and a smile forms on your lips as you looked up to see him flying away with his friends. you knew that there were people by the sides, to which you assumed that they were students from yuuei too. 

“you could be a hero, (y/n).” you could recall your mother’s voice behind your head, echoing like a light that passes through the dark cave of your brain, bringing out the memories you thought you had forgotten over the years of darkness and the seek of redemption.

it was like a struck of lightning hit you, a sudden and unexpected sting that came from your back, sucking the life that you had. but you have no regrets anymore. 

today, in katsuki bakugou’s last memory of you, you were a hero.

just like your parents. 

[another-sonic-blog]

Stages: What is it?

Stages: Intimate Friends: Pt.5 : What is it? (Chapter 18)

Pairing: ShadAmy 

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Previous: https://another-sonic-blog.tumblr.com/post/190987431195/stages-amys-day 

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Rouge wasn't one to impose herself in Shadow's relationships.

It's not like she didn't care, on the contrary, it was one of her priorities. When Maria came part of the 'team', she told Shadow over and over again to leave her. He didn't listen.

Then he was badly hurt. The second time she came into their lives, she didn't bother to bring up the subject. Someone else was on that matter.

Her closest friend, Amy Rose.

And Shadow's new love. Although he was too stupid to realize.

If Rouge really thought about it, she knew she could pint-point the moment Shadow saw Amy as more than a friend. She can even tell the moment Shadow began to feel love towards her.

Like? When they were repairing the bike Amy gave to Shadow, DR.

Love? When Shadow let Amy ride BB, his favorite bike.

Rouge still couldn't believe Shadow let Amy ride his bike after what happened with Maria. She remembers asking for a ride once and Shadow preferred to pay for a taxi for her than to give her a ride.

Amy was in love with Shadow and Shadow was in love with her ... so what was stopping them?

Oh yes, Shadow's inability to understand feelings.

Shadow was confused as to what real love feels like. He might have loved Maria, but Rouge knew that it was mostly the fact that he didn't want to be alone. After all the psychological damage she did to him, it is understandable that he can't recognize when someone is being supportive. Most importantly, he can't realize what it feels like to be in love.

However, Rouge was enjoying the drama too much and instead of intervening, she decided to wait and see.

She only intervened when Shadow was acting like a jerk or stupid. Or both.

Rouge wanted to say something now because at the moment Shadow was being stupid and Amy ... well, she was something else.

"Amy is dating Sonic," Rouge whispered to herself. "Should I tell Shadow?"

"Tell me what?"

Goddamit, Shadow was a sneaky one.

They were currently at Team Dark's office. It was early morning, the sunlight trespassed the large windows of the office. Their desks were nicely illuminated. Rouge's desk was the cleanest. Shadow's could be clean as well, but the constant love letters he got daily filled his desk. Omega had a desk as well but it was empty. As requested of him, Omega didn't need a computer nor other necessities. He made his reports with his internal system and sent them to the Commander's computer.

"Are you going to tell me or not?" Shadow asked again.  

"Nothing, just that Mia passed by. She told me to tell you she was sorry." Rouge replied. It wasn't a lie, she just wanted to stop herself from telling him the news.

"I'll talk to her later," Shadow walked to his desk and very discreetly. Almost as if he didn't want to show he cared, he asked, "... Have you heard anything ... about Amy?"

How interesting.

"You haven't talked to her? I thought you two were close." Rouge sat down on her desk, trying to pretend that she was busy doing work.

"We are," said Shadow.

"How close?"

"That doesn't concern you."

"True. Besides ... " Rouge looked at him teasingly, "You will never be as close to her as she is to Sonic."

Rouge got exactly what she wanted from Shadow. His expression hardens, eyes were sharp and he showed no expression.

"If you are trying to tell me something, then say it already bat." Shadow's voice changed, it got deeper. If Rouge didn't know Shadow, she would be scared. However she knew him too well, he wouldn't dare to harm her.

"You are stupid. Really stupid."

"Look, I am not in the mood to-"

"You love Amy and you don't even realize it."

A few seconds passed and ...

"Holy mother of Chaos, you do!" Rouge exclaimed. "I knew it!"

"I don't."

"You hesitated!"

Shadow sighed as he massaged his forehead. "I don't like her Rouge. If I did, I would know."

"No, you wouldn't." Rouge smiled at him. "You don't know what you are feeling ... you haven't been in love before and Maria doesn't count."

Shadow gave it a small thought. He never considered the possibility because he didn't need to. He liked the friendship he had with Amy. It has been a few weeks since he last saw her but if he was totally honest ... he missed her like crazy.

He didn't know anything about her since the incident at the Star Festival. However, he rested well knowing that if anything happened to her, Rouge would be one to tell him.

But even so, every night before going to sleep he found himself reading their previous text messages.

"Was this lov-"

"You hesitated again!"

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It was late at night.

Shadow had finally finished his report. G.U.N was empty and only a few guards remained to take care of the building. Shadow was ready to go to his new apartment, Before that, he needed to visit a place.

"Mr. Shadow!"

Oh, he had forgotten about her.

"Agent Mia, how may I help you?"

"Please call me Mia."

Shadow didn't want to be mean but he didn't want to get too involved with the brown hedgehog. Especially after what happened during the Star Festival.

However, looking at how happy she looked, he couldn't avoid it.

"Mia ... is there anything I can help you with?"

"No, I waited for you to come out! I wanted to see if we could walk together home."

It was 1 a.m. Shadow looked up and down to the girl. She was wearing a long black skirt, which was a bit dirty. A blue shirt that didn't match her yellow cardigan. Her hair was a bit messy and her eyes were tired.

"I live in Central apartments," Shadow replied. "It's like a 20-minute walk from here and I have something to do."

"I live there too! I saw you taking out the trash once and I thought we could go home together."

"I have to ... visit someone."

"Oh ..."

Shadow regretted saying that ... just a little. The young hedgehog looked to the ground, embarrassed and a bit sad.

"I am sorry ... I just thought..." Mia's ear lowered and she looked so disappointed. As if she wanted to cry.

How much Shadow hated that. He just couldn't stand seeing anyone cry. Especially females.

"Fine ... but I do need to do something fist."

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They just needed two more streets and they will be there. Shadow thought if he could get a small peek of the Resistance today, he could sleep at ease.

"Mr. Shadow-"

"I told you before, don't call me Mr. Shadow," He said. "You make me feel old."

"Oh, yeah, sorry," Mia said and after a pause, she added, "Have you ever been in love?"

Again that question. There were multiples ways he could respond to that. After what Rouge told him today, he did a lot of thinking in the office. What he felt for Maria, may not have been love after all. It probably was at first, but the love he had completely died when Maria cheated on him.

And now, Amy.

He knew he loved her but as a friend. He thought that the way he cared for her was normal. Until he realized he will think of her must of his time. Shadow wished he could see her every day and spend his time with her.

"Was this lov-"

For a moment, Shadow forgot how to breathe. There was no Resistance, only leftover ashes and woods. Nothing was left and his mind began to get the best of him.

"Where is Amy? Is she ok? Does she know about this? What is happening? Who did this-"

"Mr. Shadow ... the Resistance-"

Shadow turned around to look at Mia.

"Mia, I apologize but I need to leave you. Take care."

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On the luxury apartment of a white bat, Amy and Rouge were relaxing. It was a girl's night and watching reality shows and facemasks were a must for the two girls. They laid on the king-size bed and ate some munchies.

"So, what is your plan now?"

"Look for a job, what is there to do?"

"And the Resistance ... you are giving up on that?"

"Not completely," Amy replied. "I want to start another agency but first I need to pay my debts."

Amy was currently staying at Rouge's apartment. Sonic had offered Amy to stay with him but she kindly denied the offer. She needed to concentrate on getting a new job but she knew she wouldn't get anything done if Sonic was with her all the time.

Sonic was ... well ... too affectionate.

Not that she minds, she enjoyed. Because of that, she was scared that she might give to temptation and get distracted.

"As I've said before, I can help you with the money but I know you are going to say no, so I don't even bother-"

"Actually, Rouge ... I think I am going to ask for your help now." Amy said shyly. She was still indecisive and hated asking for help. This wasn't in Amy's character, she didn't like to be in 'debt' with her friends.

Amy studied Rouge's face, she was surprised and that immediately made her back out.

"But, you don't have to! You have already done so much for me and-"

"No Amy! I would love to help you!"

RING RING

The two were interrupted as Amy's phone began to ring. Her eyes widen as the name of 'Shadow' appeared on the small screen of her flip phone.

Amy looked over at Rouge, surprised. She was going to answer but Shadow stopped calling. Then, Rouge's phone began to ring.

"Someone is impatient," Rouge said as she grabbed her phone and showed Amy the screen that displayed Shadow's name.

A few seconds passed and Rouge's phone stopped ringing. Suddenly, they heard strong knocking coming from the door.

"Could that be ... ?" Rouge and Amy share one more look before going crazy.

"Don't tell him I am here!"

"Ok!" Rouge said as she stood up from the bed.

"Wait, no! I need to be civil! If he asks, tell him I am here!" Amy said as she followed Rouge.

"Ok!"

"Wait, no! He was a jerk to me! He ignored me! If he asks, I am not here!"

"Ok!" They were both already in front of the door. Amy stepped away just a little so she could hear the conversation.

Rouge opened the door, just a little and there he was. An angry Shadow looking for answers.

"Where is she?" Shadow asked.

"Who are you talking about?"

"You know damn well who I am talking about."

"Be more specific-"

"Amy, just get out already! I can smell you from a mile away if I wanted to."

Amy facepalmed herself. She sometimes disliked how 'ultimate' Shadow was.

Rouge opened the door fully, knowing already that their plan was a failure. Amy showed herself to Shadow in her pink pajamas, blushing from ear to ear.

"Hey, Shadow."

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It was awkward. Only the signing of night birds surrounded them and as they walked through the park, the moonlight shone their way.

Shadow seemed to be enjoying himself. He looked at Amy with the corner of his eye. She was in pajamas and trembled a little. It was a cold night after all.

Shadow took off his jacket and put it on top of Amy's shoulders.

Amy shrugged, she immediately took it off. She didn't want to be mean but in a sense, she felt bad. It may be ridiculous but she felt as if she was betraying the blue one. "Oh, I am fine. Thank you tho."

Shadow was surprised at her reaction. She had always accepted his jacket and if he was honest, it did hurt a little her indifference.

"Was this lov-"

"So, how you been?"

His thoughts were interrupted again. Amy's voice had a certain calmness he couldn't explain. He was relieved that she seemed to not be angry at him.

"I am not here to talk about myself," Shadow replied. "I saw what happened to the Resistance, are you alright-"

"I don't want to talk about that."

Amy's voice changed again, a certain hurt in her tone and Shadow began to panic.

"Why didn't you tell me? I could have helped you."

"Just so you can ignore me? No thank you, I don't need your help."

Shadow stood in front of the pink one, "But you accepted Rouge's help."

He said as he meant that Amy asked to stay at Rouge's apartment for some time.

"Unlike you, I trust her."

Damn, that hurts.

Shadow gulped, trying to hide the small pain he had in his chest. "That doesn't mean I don't care."

"You have a very peculiar way of showing it."

The wind blew through the park's tree. It also made Amy's hair dance with it. Shadow analyzed her. He couldn't understand how someone could look as astonishing as her. Even with the painful look in her face, he didn't know what it was about Amy that made him feel a certain way.

He thought of everything, in any way that could make that sadness go away. He knew he had messed up and terribly. However, even now he wasn't sure if he should be this close to Amy. G.U.N was after her, as his mission was to report every aspect of her life.

He didn't want to betray her like that.

But he also didn't want to betray his job.

He needed to figure out it first. Who this villain was ... he trusted Amy more than anyone but G.U.N. had solid proof.

That it was her.

And even so, Shadow didn't care.

Something was pulling him towards her. A strange force was tempting him to get closer to her. Shadow looked at her face and his eyes naturally ended in her lips.

Shadow had never felt hungry, actually, he thought he wasn't capable of feeling that.

Until this moment.

Because he could swear, his mouth water the moment Amy licked her lips.

It was as if her lips were begging to be touched, caressed.

And Shadow wanted to satisfy that.

Almost like an instinct, Shadow placed his hands in Amy's cheeks, softly he began to bring her closer to his face.

He was ready. He just wanted to try them. He just wanted to get lost in their flavor.

"Was this lov-"

Amy pushed him away.

She was stopping herself from crying.

Shadow regretted it.

"I am sorry. I don't know what took over me-"

"Do you think this is a game?"

Shadow didn't say anything. He wasn't understanding what Amy was trying to say. He stood quiet.

"Don't you know how hard it is?" Amy continued.

"Amy ... " Shadow began, "I don't understand-"

"I love you!"

It was quiet as if the world had stopped.

"I love you and it's not the friendly type," Amy replied. "I love how kind you are. How grumpy you are when you wake up, how you smell, how you talk and walk ... and I love the way my life feels complete when I am with you."

Amy cried more. Seeing that Shadow wasn't responding, she gave him her biggest secret.

"And I even love the way you don't love me."

Amy got closer to Shadow and looked at him in the eyes. "So please, don't give me hopes ... because it hurts and I won't be able to forget you."

A few moments passed in which none of them said anything. The silence was killing Amy, especially because she couldn't read Shadow. There were a few emotions she could describe, however. Confusion, surprise, and indecisiveness.  

Amy said that she didn't want to have hope. But in a small corner in her heart, she did have it.

Hope that one day, Shadow would look at her the same she looks at him.

But his expression ... it was everything she needed to know that her feelings wouldn't be accepted.

"You don't have to say anything, I know its weird," said Amy. "I just hope we can still be friends."

Embarrassed, Amy walked away, leaving the dark one alone.

If Shadow wanted to stop her, he would have.

But he didn't want to.

He had messed up with her too much already. Shadow didn't want to say anything that might hurt her later on.

If he doesn't love her and he says that he does, then that would just hurt her more.

He needed to think, but the happiness he felt didn't allow him to. Shadow couldn't believe that someone as pure and kind as Amy was able to love someone as broken as him. Someone as unworthy of love as him.

But if Amy loves ... then does that mean he is worthy of real love after all?

Shadow looked up to the sky and watched the moon.

Yes, it was pretty. But Amy could outshine it.

Shadow would think of Amy, whenever he felt sad and he gets better. Whenever he needs strength, she is on his mind.

But it wasn't only that.

Shadow knew that Amy made him happy, and she had made him the best he could be.

He knew that if there was one person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with ... it was her, it was Amy.

Maybe Rouge was right, maybe he had certain feelings for the pink hedgehog since they began talking. From the moment he saw her at G.U.N.'S New Year's dance ball. To them racing motorcycles, to the saddest moments of his life. Amy was there ... and he wouldn't change that for anything.

Maybe what he thought it was a strong friendship, it was something else.

Shadow kept looking at the moon and stars, he sighed as the realization hit him.

"Maybe ... It was love" He thought.

" ... No... It is love."

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A/N: Finally, Shadow realizes he is in love with Amy. But Amy is a relationship now, so how will Shadow react to this? Why is G.U.N. going after Amy? Who is this villain?

The end is near.

Next: https://another-sonic-blog.tumblr.com/post/612358382054244352/stages-maybe-jealous

[thelazyhermits]

Going back to 1st-year Fortune Au!....what plot points are different from the ones in tabf?

Hmmm good question. I’d say the majority of the major events go the same as TABF with a few changes here and there. Gonna put it under the cut to save y’all’s dashes lol

Like for the USJ arc, Fortune has a vision of the attack and sees Mumei in it which causes her to have a panic attack. Tamaki finds her and helps her out before she heads to the principal’s office to warn the teachers. So, she sits out of the USJ because she’s scared that Mumei will find her which is the reason he’s working with the LoV. Obviously, none of the teachers would force a girl to take part in an exercise that would potentially lead to her seeing her abuser again. UA takes the same measures as in TABF to avoid the attack but it still happens. Shinsou still comes looking for Fortune as soon as he can so he helps her out like in TABF.

The battle trial would be completely different because All Might would have the class for both 1-A and 1-B since each class now has an odd number of students. So, it made sense to just put the two classes together so each team could have two people. As luck would have it, Fortune and Shinsou end up on a team much to their excitement. After getting a vision about the whole Bakugou vs Midoriya battle, Fortune convinces All Might to change who those two teams face, telling him there would be a lot of damages he’d be responsible for if he didn’t heed her warning. She also threatened to tell Recovery Girl lol

As a result, Fortune and Hitoshi end up against Iida and Bakugou. Bakugou is fine with this cause he wants to go head to head with Fortune and prove he’s the best since he’s pissed about her getting the same score as him in the entrance exam. So, like canon, he guns for her while forcing Iida to guard the bomb.

Thanks to her Quirk, Fortune knows exactly what’s gonna happen, so she plans accordingly. Unlike what Midoriya did, Fortune doesn’t try to fight Bakugou alone. She and Shinsou team up to stop him using Shinsou’s Quirk which Bakugou has no idea about so they end up tricking him into putting the capture tape on himself. Then, they team up and successfully stop Iida so their team wins. Naturally, Bakugou is beyond pissed about this so this just makes him dislike Fortune even more lol

The only downside of this whole situation is after the trial ends Fortune’s drawback kicks in, transferring the pain Midoriya would’ve felt if he had battled Bakugou instead to her. She passes out from the pain, freaking Shinsou and Iida, who were right there, out. All Might tells them to immediately take her to the infirmary.

So, in this AU, Fortune finds out about that drawback sooner. Naturally, the teachers were wary of trying to change things with the USJ, but they couldn’t just do nothing when students’ lives were in danger. Fortune told them she was fine with taking the pain if it meant everyone would be safe, but they were still reluctant. So, Aizawa definitely feels a lot more guilty in this AU since his own student took his pain.

The Sports Festival is the same as TABF with Fortune sitting out since it’s dangerous for her to be seen on TV with Mumei on the loose. Even though by this point he knows she’s there, everyone still thinks it’s not a good idea. Plus, there’s the deal with Tensei and taking his pain which no one wanted to happen, but once again, they couldn’t just allow things to happen. That’s why the plan was for Tensei to capture Stain from the start rather than avoid him since they really didn’t want to risk Fortune getting all the pain Tensei would’ve received.

Since she didn’t participate in the Sports Festival, Fortune didn’t get any internship offers, but Aizawa takes her in to train her. The Stain incident happens like in TABF with Fortune getting kidnapped.

The final exam is different because Aizawa pairs Fortune with Bakugou because those two butt heads so much. To be fair, it’s mostly on Bakugou’s end since Fortune just tries to ignore him. She only really gets mad at him if he’s mean to Midoriya.

Are you familiar with the fic Yesterday Upon the Stair by PitViperofDoom? Well, Fortune & Bakugou’s exam goes pretty much exactly like how Midoriya and Bakugou’s goes. Fortune tries to convince Bakugou to work with her, but he’s not having it.

When he loses his temper, Bakugou takes a swing at her which she manages to dodge thanks to years of experience. However, she’s unable to avoid him shoving her against the wall which triggers a panic attack since it reminds her of all the times Mumei used to hold her against walls with his Quirk.

Bakugou immediately realizes something is wrong, so his grip is loose enough for her to push him away. After she does, Fortune manages to calm down enough to tell him if he wants to fight All Might he’ll have to do it alone before promptly running off.

While he’s definitely bothered by her weird behavior, Bakugou doesn’t go after her and instead heads for All Might. The fight doesn’t last long since while he’s getting beaten by All Might Fortune is heading for the exit by herself and manages to do so without getting stopped.

When All Might later finds her with an unconscious Bakugou in tow, Fortune is standing there, pale and teary eyed. As she tries to fight off the panic attack with no success, she apologizes to All Might for disappointing him before promptly passing out.

This is the point where her and Aizawa’s relationship gets rocky for awhile cause it was his bad call that put her in such a bad position. She keeps her distance from him while he internally beats himself up over making such a mistake. They do eventually make up, though, with Aizawa apologizing to her which catches her off guard since she’s not used to adults apologizing. In the end, Fortune decides to give him another chance since she wants to believe Aizawa isn’t like all the other adults who failed her in the past.

The summer camp goes pretty much the same as TABF, but there’s not really any bonding with Kouta since she is a hero student here so he’d want to keep his distance from her. But I could see her at least trying to talk to him. In regards to her special training, I absolutely have no idea what Aizawa would come up with for her, probably stick her in Tiger’s boot camp lol

Since by this point, Fortune is pretty paranoid thanks to her encounter with Stain. She keeps her bag of goodies with her almost all the time. Plus, she tried to incorporate them in her training too, so she has the stuff on hand during the villain attack.

Fortune is with Aizawa’s group when the attack happens cause he notices her fear related to the test of courage. His instincts tell him there’s more to it than just hating ghosts so he doesn’t force her to participate, so she still ends up leading him to Midoriya and taking Kouta to safety.

Unsurprisingly, her relationship with Bakugou is still bad cause of the final exam, but despite that, Fortune still runs to save him and Tokoyami. She’s actually been beating herself up the whole time for running away and abandoning Bakugou during the exam. It was the right thing to do for her mental health, but she still regrets it, thinking she was a coward for running away. That’s why she’s determined not to run away this time.

Even though she dislikes Bakugou, he’s still her classmate so she’d never leave him to suffer at the hands of the villains. Plus, she couldn’t call herself a hero if she did that. She’s scared out of her mind cause she knows Mumei will be there but she still goes. After all, Tokoyami, who she considers to be a good friend, will lose his Quirk if she doesn’t, and Fortune would never be able to forgive herself if that happened. So, the rescue happens just like it did in TABF.

I’m gonna stop there since it’s getting so long. If you wanna ask about other parts of the AU, just shoot me an ask ^^

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general relationship headcanons for Bakugou, shoto and dabi? btw, any rules for this blog like NSFW and hard limits?? good luck with this blog!!!💗💗

General Relationship Headcanons

First of all, thank you so much 😀

To answer your question though, I did plan to put up some rules or something along those lines but I thought about it and I’ve decided against it. I kinda wanna try writing stuff I’d generally avoid. Once upon a time, I only wrote for humour, and now look at me! Getting all romantic and shit. So, if you’d like me to do some NSFW or some sketchy shit, let’s tussle.

Thanks again. I hope you like this.

※ Warnings: none!

※ Pairings: Bakugou x Reader, Todoroki x Reader, Dabi x Reader

Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou is in a relationship?!

And honestly, who would believe him, knowing how he was.

You knew about his crush on you before he knew about his crush on you. The guy wasn’t really subtle when he liked someone a little more than the rest.

At first you thought he was a little more gentle towards his friends in general, up until he “casually” asked what type of guy you’d be into.

You gasped, to his chargrin, then with a sly smirk asked him out on a date.

Bakugou holds that against you. Any disagreements, any fights you ever have always ends with a “Well I guess you shouldn’t have asked me out on a fucking date first!!” or “Guess you’re regretting asking me out first huh?!”

He’s a little insecure.

For your anniversaries, valentine’s day and the like, unless you spell out what you’d like a few days prior, he wouldn’t really do anything special.

To him, stuff like that is unnecessary and dumb.

If you really want him to be a certain way, you’d have to bait him.

“You know, I was talking to Yuki the other day and apparently her boyfriend bought her some diamond earrings.”

“………”

“And apparently, it was for no special occasion. No reason. It was just a token of his lov-”

“SHUT YOUR FACE I’LL BE BACK.”

Proceeds to buy you a whole set.

He’s a little private with this relationship.

Therefore, your regular dates consists of taking walks in secluded areas (ex: beach in the night), chatting and snacking in each other’s rooms, and the occasional lunches in slightly pricey restaurants.

Bakugou becomes handsy when your attention is away from him. Especially if you’re ignoring him. He will either disrupt what you’re doing with an angry pout at the least or wreck it at most.

In terms of affection, he likes playing hard to get. He’ll demand invite you over after a while of not seeing each other and you’d think that any normal boyfriend would jump you immediately.

Oh no. Bakugou grunts at your arrival and continues to do whatever he was doing prior. He gets off on seeing you irritatedly climb onto his lap or grab his shoulder and jerk him around to face you.

He’ll keep the uninterested act going for a bit, looking away and avoiding your touch. Depending on your mood you’ll either -

Kiss him because you’ve missed him, and he’d loosen up almost immediately, so that when you pull away you both smile at each other lovingly before going in for another one.

Ditch him because he’s being annoying, and he’d barricade the door first before ravaging you.

Since his parents are in the fashion industry, Bakugou always critiques you on what you’re wearing. He even steals a few pieces he likes from their collections and gifts them to you, claiming you’d make it work better than those hungry models.

His mom doesn’t like you immediately, his dad does.

Not that Bakugou cares.

During a particular dinner date with his family (it was his dad’s birthday and of course he announced to his parents that you’d be joining them) his mother made a snide comment about his choice in partner.

“Actually Bakugou-san, I’m the one who initially asked him out.”

The table went quiet for a moment, before the older woman bursts out in an obnoxious laughter eerily similar to her son’s, who was glowering angrily at you in silence. You politely smile despite your confusion, and glance at the only other sane person on the table, Papa Bakugou, who nervously chuckles, knowing exactly what his wife was on about.

“Oh, I was so wrong about you!”

“…excuse me?”

“I never knew Katsuki would take up from his father in his love life!” Mama Bakugou leans in with a warm grin, her eyes full of mischief. “Safe to say the Bakugou men like a woman who knows what she wants.”

You’ve never heard Bakugou cuss someone out as much as he did that night.

But, you got along better with his mom and that’s all that mattered right?

“We are never going back there.”

Guess not.

“Sure, I got what I needed anyways.”

“Hah?”

You lean in until you’re inches from his face, enough to think that you’re about to kiss him as his eyes fall to your stretching lips, only for you to whisper, “Apparently you like a girl who takes charge huh?”

He grunts, pressing his forehead to yours, just about to kiss you, when you confess -

“And baby pictures for future blackmail reference.”

Todoroki Shouto

Todoroki is in a relationship?!

All the females (and the occasional few men) were devastated when this came to light.

Thanks to Endeavour’s A+ parenting skills, this boy was pitifully clueless in everything not heroics.

So, when he first feels…differently about you, he thinks something’s wrong with him.

Of course he asks his mom the next time he visits her, whom, with a gentle smile, tells him he has feelings towards you.

You’re a little confused as to why he pulls you aside and asks to talk somewhere private, and even more confused when he has the gall to tell you about his newfound feelings and not ask you on a date but rather he has to think about them before he acts upon them (or not).

You don’t know whether you’re flattered (because it’s Todoroki) or offended (because he asked you to remain single until he figured it out).

Deciding to humour him a bit, you agree and go about your week.

It takes him about two weeks before he decides he wants to experience a relationship with you and approaches you at lunch. As soon as he voices these thoughts, you nod your head, fighting back a smile as you tell him you need to think about it before answering.

“Oh.”

“Yup. I’m going to disappear for a while and see if I like you.”

He tilts his head, eyebrows raised as he says, “If you didn’t like me back, you wouldn’t have agreed or waited for me back then.”

Your smile drops like hot potatoes.

“In fact, I don’t think any normal person would do that. Maybe you like me more.”

“N-no! I…uh…”

“That’s why I like you too.”

Todoroki is a precious good boyfriend.

If he meets someone, anyone, he’ll immediately introduce you as his significant other.

That may not seem out of character for any regular boyfriend, but imagine stopping conversations just to make that announcement.

“Midoriya, Iida, this is my girlfriend.”

“Oh it’s a pleasure to finally meet yo-”

“Yaoyorozu, this is my girlfriend.”

“Oh, ah -”

“Kaminari, this is my girlfriend.”

“Hey-”

“Kirishima -”

“Shouto! Stop running up to people only to cut them off, that’s rude!”

Todoroki turns away from Kirishima, looking between you and his shocked classmates, before nodding. You smile, about to start a conversation with Midoriya and Iida (i.e. where he left you) when you notice Todoroki tapping furiously on his phone. You exchange looks with his friends before approaching him and asking what he was doing.

“I’m texting a picture of you to everyone I associate with.”

“Oh boy.”

Todoroki is totally the type to research on how to be a good boyfriend.

You’re always recieving flowers and the like so often that the particular store he buys them off of know you two by name.

He is very diligent with anniversaries and special occasions. He’ll go more than all out for you.

Eventually will stop referring to online when he gets to know you, but leaves a long review on a site that he preferred to follow about his findings and experience in order to help the next lovesick fool.

Todoroki is touch starved.

You grab his hand one day and at first he doesn’t seem fazed or affected by the change.

But the next time you see each other, he immediately holds your hand like he missed it. It breaks your heart every time (in a good way).

He likes it when you play with his hair.

Your usual dates can be anything from movie marathons, going to fairs and amusement parks, and chilling under a kotatsu telling stories to each other.

It’s probably after a few months of dating that he kisses you.

After that door is open, congratulations, you’ve just won a koala bear.

As in, his clinginess is OVER 9000!

You meet his family soon after his affection skyrockets, starting with his mother, whom is a little weary but gradually warms up to you after she sees how happy Shouto is.

His siblings like you instantly and attempt to get you to spill stuff about their baby brother, before he promptly pushes you out of the house.

And of course, he runs into his father as he’s leaving.

“So you are the distraction!” Endeavour booms as soon as he sees his son’s hands on your shoulders.

Before your boyfriend blows up on his dad in your honour, you touch his hand, bringing his attention to you, before you bow graciously to Endeavour and drag Todo with you. You both aren’t out of earshot when Endeavour calls out to you two with a sly, “If you are able to tame my Shouto so easily, young lady, I will allow this little courtship.”

“Hmm, that was easier than I thought.” You admit non-commitedly as soon as you two were alone. His opinion didn’t really matter enough to Todo for you to care anyways.

“Let’s see what that bastard has to say when I propose to you.”

“Huh?!”

“…..huh?”

Dabi

Shigaraki asked Dabi to go get information from the LOV’s personal source, and when Dabi didn’t find anyone to dump the burden on, he grudgingly went himself.

What kind of person would help that twit enough for him to trust anyways?

Who would’ve thought that the personal source for the villains would be so…

Well, you.

He crudely asked if you were seeing anyone right off the bat, and when you replied with an irritated, “Yes, now cork it and listen.” he could’ve sworn you said you were taken.

But all he heard was “Yes, now cork them and listen.”

As in you gave him permission to snuff them out.

Shigaraki was royally pissed and threw a whole tantrum when Dabi came back and told him the wrong information, only finding out when one of his villains were captured by the police.

He was tasked with getting the job done in the end.

“ - and Shigaraki Tomura has decided not to send you to our source in the coming future.”

“What?”

Dabi took to the streets after that, avoiding populated areas, and occasionally threatening to burn the scum who attempted to talk to him. Why did assholes decide to bother him when he least wanted to be bothered?

He’s turning a corner when he stumbles upon you and a random group of thugs, in what seems to be like you exchanging information with them.

Dabi leans against the wall and waits for you to be done, when one of the thugs grabs your hand out of nowhere.

He burns them all to ashes.

You stand there, shell shocked, as you watch the men scream in pure agony before they’re reduced to nothing, and then your horrified eyes look up and see the same asshole Shigaraki sent days ago.

There’s something sickeningly beckoning about the way the blue flames barely lick your face before diminishing before your eyes, pulling you to nearly step over the remains of your associates to follow it. As soon as you realize what’s in front of you, the spell is broken and you’re focus is snapped back on.

“What is wrong with you?! These people pay me good money and now you’ve gone and did that!” You scold him, waving at the pile in front of you with disgust. “Oh god…”

“I save you from those pigs and that’s all you have to say to me?”

You sneer. “Don’t get all presumptuous, you’re no Hero.”

“Hmm, you’re probably right but,” he’s walking towards you as he talks, tone absolutely smug when he steps over the grotesque mush and you stare dead into his eyes. Eyes bluer than his flames. “You’re still blushing like I am.”

“E-even so,” you push past him, nose scrunching as you evade his mess. “I don’t like what you did.”

“Me neither.”

“What?”

“I don’t like what you did either.”

You don’t stop again to ask him what he meant, and you don’t see him much after that.

In fact, the next time you see him is weeks after that and he began to drop by wherever you were as often as possible.

A little too often.

Often enough to find out about your significant other - your child.

At first he’s torn between relief that you weren’t really involved with anyone, surprise that you of all people had a kid, and doubt on whether or not he could deal with that.

You tell him about your little girl Yuki, who wasn’t biologically yours, how you found her abandoned and hungry. She made the bleakness of your days a little more bearable.

Dabi decides then and there that he’d protect the both of you, and leaves without a word.

You think he’s not interested in you anymore and feel a little heartbroken for a while, only for him to return the next day, pursuing you as if nothing happened.

You don’t really date as much as you two meet up and spend time together, as that was the most ideal thing for two villains in love.

Was he in love with you? A hard yes. He wouldn’t be going through all the motions of sneaking out of the bar and finding you if he didn’t.

One of his favourite things to do was tease you enough to get you blushing. Amongst other reactions.

Dabi loves it when you kiss him out of nowhere, your body pressing onto him as you claw at his own, begging for his attention, only for you to abruptly pull away with a sly smile and run off leaving him flustered and irritated.

The needy dance you two had was addicting.

Eventually, when you learn of his past, you give him a gentle kiss and assure him you’re there to stay for however long your run may be.

“And of course, you’ll quit helping that twit as proof.”

“As long as you’re willing to get a relatively normal job and -”

“Nope sweetheart, not happening.”

“Well then, that twit stays.”

And if you’re wondering, Imma keep using Yuki as a filler character every. Time.

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✰ | mark lee / one shot / married au, slight angst, fluff ending |

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Lately, life had been great. You married the love of your life, and he loved you just the way you loved him. More than anything. Your first child together had recently turned nine years old, and she was reaching an age where she thought it was okay to disobey you. She had started talking back to you way too often lately, refusing to set the table when you asked, ignoring your requests for her to clean up her messes, etc. You expected she'd eventually start ignoring the things you told her, but being in the moment of it was more frustrating than you had imagined. 

✰ ~

You were washing the dishes when Mark entered the house, your daughter trailing behind him. They were both sharing laughter at something as they walked into the house. He had just picked her up from school, like he usually does. She tossed her backpack onto the floor as the two of them ran into the living room, Mark lifting her up and spinning her around, her laughter filling the house with glee. Though they really needed to come into the kitchen and help you clean, you couldn't help but smile a little, hearing the scene occuring behind you. It was just like old times, just like you always imagined your family to be.

You dried your hands before entering the living room. Mark was now doing an apparent secret handshake with your daughter, which you giggled at. When they finished, he turned to face you and pressed a quick kiss on your cheek,

"Hey babe! Thanks for cleaning up the kitchen, you're an angel." He said, peppering kisses across your face. You giggled and took his hand into yours, returning the kiss to his cheek.

"It's no big deal. In exchange, maybe you could go pick up the food? I already ordered it." You said, swinging your combined hands back and forth. Mark grinned and ruffled your hair,

"Anything for you!" He walked towards the door, waving on his way out towards you and your daughter. She smiled brightly and waved back at him as he left,

"BYE DAAAD!" The front door closed as Mark left, leaving you alone with your daughter. You kneeled down beside her and ruffled her hair,

"Hey sweetie, do you think you could help me set the table for dinner?" You asked, speaking softly to her. You desperately hoped that she would simply agree since she seemed to be in a good mood. Unfortunately, it seemed she still wanted to be stubborn, and she turned away from you, crossing her arms,

"No! I want to set up this game for me and dad to play when he gets back." She walked off in the other direction, leaving you alone in the living room. You found it so hard to understand why she was being like this to you. You tried your best not to be frustrated, because you knew you'd yell at her and things would only get worse, but you were starting to reach your limit.

"Get back here right now! We can set the table together!" You shouted after your daughter, following her into her bedroom. "Let's set the table together, okay? Dad would be really happy to see us spending time together, right? Then maybe we can all play the game together!" You offered, trying your best to reach out to your daughter. She reached for the game inside her closet and turned to face you, shaking her head.

"You're no fun when you play, you always talk about the stupid rules and then we don't have any fun! Me and dad are gonna play because he's nicer than you and lets me win." She said, walking past you with the game. Her words stung at your heart. You knew she was only a child, and she didn't really mean what she said, but it still hurt nonetheless. You didn't understand what you were doing wrong.

You followed her back into the living room, where she was setting up the game on the table. You took a seat on the couch and sighed softly. She glanced at you, but the look on her face made it clear she just wanted you to leave. You never thought your own child would look at you like that.

"Sweetheart..." You started, trying to be cautious with your words, not wanting to upset her more. You only wanted what Mark seemed to have with her. You just wanted her to be happy when you walked into the room, like she was with him. You wanted her eyes to light up when she was with you, just like with your husband. "How about we go to the park this weekend? Just you and me! We can make some nice sandwiches and bring some fruit and have ourselves a little picnic, how does that sound? I think it'd be really fun for the two of us to spend some time together, don't you think?"

"Why can't dad come?"

"Well... I thought it'd just be fun for the two of us to spend some time togther for once, right?  I want you to know how much I lov-"

"I'd rather hang out with dad at the park. He's more fun and I like him better than you."  She continued setting up her game after that, and you couldn't find words to reply. She said it like it was nothing, but those words ripped your heart in two. Or maybe it ripped it into threes, or fours. You stood from the couch and walked away from her, back towards the kitchen. You looked back at her, but she was still doing the same thing. Not realizing how her words effected you. You really just wanted to run away. Just run out of the house and get some air, but you couldn't leave your daughter alone at home. You waited in the kitchen, looking out the window, waiting for Mark to come back. You felt so suffocated in there, just wanting to explode into tears, but you couldn't do that.

The words from your daughter kept repeating in your head, bringing tears to your eyes and you continously blinked them away. You peeked out the window again, and there Mark was, walking up to the door. You sprinted towards the door and just as he opened it, bags of food in his hands, you ran past him. Finally you were able to leave, now that your daughter wouldn't be home alone.

"Whoa- Y/N?" Mark stumbled back as you rushed past him, but you couldn't say anything in response. You simply continued running off, desparate to get away from there. You could hear Mark calling after you, and then your daughter speaking to him, happy that he was home with the food. Their voices faded and you were just running, running, running wherever your feet would take you.

✰ ~

You literally had no idea where you were right now, but after you were tired of running you had stopped under a tree and just sobbed violently. You and Mark were both wonderful parents, so you felt horrible that she seemed to dislike you so much. The sun disappeared from the sky as you stayed underneath the tree, just watching the light disappear. You managed to stop sobbing, but tears continued to silently roll down your cheeks. Maybe an hour or two passed. You weren't sure.

You closed your eyes for a few long seconds, and when you opened them again, Mark was in your vision. You nearly gasped in surprise as he kneeled in front of you, pulling you from the tree and into his arms. He had no idea what had caused your outburst, but he didn't need to know immediately. What he needed to do was hold you. And he did. He held you tightly in his arms and you suddenly felt emotions ready to burst again. Your sobs started back up again and Mark softly whispered to you, stroking your head while you cried it out.

✰ ~

You were now resting your head against his shoulder, explaining what your daughter had said. Mark let out a long sigh, squeezing your hand as you finished. He did have a bit of an idea about what happened, based on the guilty look your daughter gave him when he asked why you were upset. She told him it was because she said you couldn't play the game with them, but he had a feeling she had said something worse than that.  He opened his mouth to speak when a different, familiar voice intercepted him.

"I'm sorry!" The both of you looked up to see your daughter, wailing as she ran towards you. Taeyong, who Mark had called to watchover her while he went searching for you, followed behind her. She leaped into your arms, warm tears flooding her face, as she tried to speak, "I'm so sorry! I don't hate you, please come back home I-I'm so sorry, please don't run away! I love you I-" Emotions began to well up inside you once again, and they burst as you hugged your daughter tightly. You sobbed along with her,

"It's okay sweetheart, I know."  The two of you stayed like that, crying together. You knew she truly didn't mean what she said to you, but hearing her apologize and regret it made it easier to forgive her.

✰ ~

Later, you and Mark found out from Taeyong that she started to realize she had made you run away. She was worried that you would never come back. You'd never tell her bedtime stories ever again, never tuck her in for bed again, never protect her from the monsters, or hug her when she was sad. Taeyong offered to help her look for you, so she could apologize for what she said. He told her that it made you really sad because you loved her more than anything in the entire world. Then, the two of them came looking for you. Thanks to Mark, Taeyong already knew where you were, so he gave your daughter little tips as they searched for you.

After putting your daughter to bed, you and Mark collapsed onto the couch together. You'd have to remember to thank Taeyong the next time you saw him. He really helped you reconcile with your daughter.

"For the record, I think you're an amazing parent." Mark said suddenly, looking over to you and lightly stroking your cheek. You smiled at him, holding his hand against your cheek.

"Thank you..."

"And.. You're also the best person I've ever married."

"I'm the only person you've ever married, you dork!" Mark chuckled and a light blush covered his cheeks.

"Shut up, you know what I meant."

"I know."

[fritae]

The Missing Piece (Ch 14)

Flirt.

gang! au / ceo! au

characters: dabi x f. oc, lov

status: ongoing

read on ao3 here.

a/n: I'm sorry for not updating for a bit, I was busy with finals. But hopefully, I should be posting more often from here on out! I hope you're all doing well in the meantime :)

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As I make my way to the Blaze today, my conversation with Al this morning is all I can think about.

"What time are you coming home tonight?" I asked her as we both got ready to leave the house. It was rare for us to leave at the same time, Al usually sets out hours earlier.

"Probably 11-ish? The Midnight Show's on break today."

"Really? That's weird. That's never happened before."

"Yeah, we're doing maintenance today so the equipment will need to rest overnight. All our stations are clocking out early."

"How about you?" She asked me as I locked the door behind us.

We pause before our apartment for a moment, as I shrug. "Mr. Dabi needs me today. I'll probably come home late again."

Al nods. "I'll see you tonight!" She calls out before walking in the opposite direction.

"Yeah," I wave back. "But don't wait up for me!"

---

I knock on the door once and turn the knob to Dabi's office.

But my grin falls when I find the room empty.

I sigh.

"Looking for someone?"

I turn around immediately.

"Dabi," my face brightens. He's wearing a simple black suit today. My eyes unconsciously glance at his abdomen, looking for any sign of blood. I hug the morning report closer to my chest when I find none.

"Was waiting for you to come in," He registers the look on my face with a smirk. "That smile for me?"

I roll my eyes and hand him the report as he walks to his desk.

He flips through the documents, eyes skimming the pages. His fingers move up and down the paper casually, rather than with purpose as he usually does.

I take that as a sign he's not too concerned with what's in them.

Let's see.

"Is your wound better now, sir?"

Dabi nods.  "Anything urgent on the agenda?"

I shake my head. "At 4pm, you just have-"

"Around midnight, I mean."

I blink.

"Midnight sir?"

He nods, looking up at me. "I've got a deal with a big client today. I'm taking you with me."

Tonight?! My heartrate rises.

"But sir..."

Dabi raises a brow. "What's wrong? Thought you'd be happy."

"Nothing I just..." I try to think of a lie. "Me and Al were planning on having a girl's night."

Dabi closes the folder. "Got it. I'll try and schedule you in advance next time then." He doesn't seem upset at all but I don't let it go.

"No! I mean, it's okay, you come first. I'm sure she'll understand."

"I'm going anyway, Rina. There'll be other opportunities for you to come along. I don't need you there, I just thought you'd wanna be better acquainted with business."

"I am," I insist. "I'll come with you. Al can wait."

Dabi tilts his head. "You say you two are friends but who'd rather hang out with their boss than your friend?"

"We've grown distant a bit since I've left NNTV," I tell him honestly.

Of course, there's more. But there was no way Dabi would stay silent if he found out. The problem is... would I have another chance to do what I was planning on doing tonight?

I bite my lip.

It's okay, I can still make it afterward.

If it takes too long, I'll tell Dabi I need to leave early.

But Dabi is already suspicious.

"Wouldn't this be the perfect opportunity to patch things up then?"

Why's he suddenly asking so many questions.

"Dabi-"

"Are you friends or not?"

"We are. I think. I just haven't been feeling it lately. I don't know, maybe it's because we haven't really spoken with each other in so long."

He stands up and steps closer to me, forcing me to take a step back. "I think there's more to it than that." He eyes me with amusement. "Why do those pretty eyes look scared?"

I blush and my back hits the wall.

Can he not change up on me so fast?

"I think you're keeping things from me, princess."

There's a playful smirk on his lips as he places his hand against the wall, leaning in closer. "What are we gonna do about that?"

"Look who's talking," I cross my arms.

"And here I thought I was making your day."

I feel his breath against my skin and it makes me grow bold.

"You tryna make me happy or something?" I tease gently. 

"If you'll make it worth my while." 

"How so? Big boy couldn't even handle a hug."

A deep chuckle comes out of Dabi's mouth.

"Let's see how much you can handle then, princess."

A fire dances in my stomach at his words. Where is this Dabi coming from? The casual flirting. The mischief in his eyes.

But before I can discover what he means, he pulls away from me, a fake serious expression on his face and adds: "Ah. When you don't have a girls night planned, that is."

There's a playful banter in his voice that I love.

It reminds me of the Dabi I first met.

Suddenly, I hear Atsuhiro behind the door.

"Dabi, we on for tonight?" He calls out.

Dabi's eyes flit from the door to me.

"Would ya look at that? Guess I'm having a boys night."

"No," I immediately frown. "You promised."

Dabi laughs. "Get out of here with that bullshit, I don't make promises."

"Dabi, we out? Or are you taking Jin today?" Atsuhiro knocks again.

"Now you do," I tell him seriously. "You've taken them before, it's my turn."

"Is it though?" He scratches his head. "I thought it was girls night."

Atsuhiro knocks harder. "Dabi, you there?"

"I won't speak to you again." I narrow my eyes. "That's a promise. You can't bring this up and then say no."

"Wait, wait let's get something straight, princess. I brought it up and you said no."

"Dabi!" I groan.

"Rina," He whines, mocking me.

Its strange seeing Dabi like this but it excites me.

More so that he won't let Atsuhiro in.

"You won't regret it," I whisper. "Promise."

He considers my words.

"You sure you want to come?"

"Yes!"

"What are you gonna tell your friend?"

"I'm working late."

"Bad girl." He shakes his head in mock disappointment. "I didn't take you for a liar."

"Guess you should know me better," I tilt my head, my lips curling at the hint in my tone.

"Careful now," His voice gets deeper when my fingers find his tie. "You know what happens when you get too close to fire?"

I remember the Dabi in the car, who pulled back as soon as I touched him, and this Dabi - who teases and pulls me close then pushes me away. I wonder what's different. What makes one come out or the other.

"Maybe I want to see what it'll do."

I don't miss the way Dabi's eyes darken.

But before he could respond, Atsuhiro bangs on the door.

"Hey boss, you-"

Dabi's grin falls.

"I'm not fucking taking you tonight!" Dabi growls at the door. "If I don't answer, I'm doing something, how about you calm the fuck down?" 

There's a pause at the door and then a low "Okay" that makes my heart clench.

Dabi turns back to me. "Now-"

"Wait now I feel bad," I look at the door. "It looks like he really wanted to go, why'd you have to say it like that?" I pout.

Dabi rolls his eyes and decides to pull sway completely. The mischief in his eyes is gone. Instead, there's a bored and slightly irritated expression. He goes and sits on the sofa, spreading himself out.

"Princess, I don't have time for this, are you coming or sh-"

"Yes, yes I'm coming."

"Then don't fucking worry about him."

[platonicone]

Devotion - Story of the Oracle and her Shield

Chapter 16 - Addicts

When your cure becomes your disease, how can you live? I wonder…

“I concur with your thoughts. Wish as I may, deviating from my duties, feels wrong to me as well. I guess we are at an impasse now. Can’t live with each other, can’t live without.”

“I know being close to you is bad in a long run, but I still want to keep doing it. The more I stay away from you the more I want to get close to you. Case in point, last night when you got scared, I let go of all my inhibitions and came right back to you.”

“Same for me. I clung onto you last night as if my life depended on it. Even though we both know how this ends, we still keep coming back for more.”

Upon hearing that, Squall suddenly chuckled.

“What?” She raised an eyebrow.

“I think we are addicts.”

“What do you mean?”

“When someone is addicted to let’s say smoking, they know that it is bad for their health, but they still can’t stop themselves from doing it.”

“That does sound like us,” she remarked, placing her hand on her head. “Yes, we are both addicts and our choice of drug is lo…” she did not finish the sentence.

“What do you think we should do?” he asked earnestly, after a brief silence.

“It’s not an easy answer as I have been thinking about it for a while. In my travels, as the Oracle, I have learned that on their deathbed people often regret about things they didn’t do rather than things they did. Today morning I asked myself a simple question: What would I regret the most? And I realized that one thing I would regret the most would be destroying one dream to chase another and to wake up someday and find out that neither of them were real.”

“I don’t get it,” he honestly admitted.

“Being with Noctis was always my dream. Even though deep down inside I knew that it would always remain just a dream, it still never discouraged me from chasing it,” her face was projecting various emotions all at once.

“Similarly, being with you feels like a dream. I was all alone in this world. No parents, brother or even my love by my side and out of nowhere a guy come into my life and becomes my guardian angel. He protects me from the wrath of Astral and an army of the entire nation. He shares my pain and suffering and brings me joy and happiness in return and expects nothing from me. Tell me if all this does not sound like a dream.”

“When you put it that way, it does,” he nodded.

“I know someday when you are gone, I’ll wake up from this dream. But until that day comes, I want to keep dreaming. I want to enjoy this dream for as long as I can and not wake up. I don't want to end one dream to chase another. I don’t want to destroy my present to safeguard my future, which I may not even have. That is what I would regret the most.”

“Interesting,” he said, still trying to wrap his head around it all.

“There are some dreams you never want to wake up from,” Luna commented, looking at Leon. "How about you? What do you propose we do?”

He too had been thinking a lot about what to do next about their complex relationship. There were many things he thought he should do. However, all his thinking, concluded in one sentence Luna had said to him a while back: when you love someone, their happiness is all that matters to you, not your sacrifice for it.

With that in mind, he asked, “What will make you happy?”

Without a moment of hesitation, Luna replied, “Our time together in Lestallum was among some of my happiest memories. We had so much fun, we goofed around, teased each other, and fought by and against each other. We were relaxed and carefree, enjoyed the world around, and taking on the world one day at a time. Those times are what I yearn for the most. Being the way, we were back then is what would give me the most joy and happiness.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do. I’ll try my best to be your Leon and not Squall,” he said, looking at her with a half-smile.

‘Being your Leon hurts Luna. But if my pain can bring you happiness, then that’s what I’ll do. I’ll put a smile on my face even when my heart bleeds.’

“No,” she shook her head vigorously. It was a reaction that Leon did not expect. “You should only be Leon if YOU want, not because I want you to be. You should be Leon only if it gives YOU happiness. I know it’s hard for you too. If you can’t be Leon, then I’ll just learn how to lov—appreciate Squall,”

“I want to be Leon,” he reassured.

“Then it’s settled; we will try to be like that again,” she replied, with a genuine smile.

“Just know that, try as we may, it will always be different now,” Leon remarked, setting the expectation.

“Different is fine; being indifferent is what I am afraid of,” she confessed.

He nodded in response. “Why must things be so complicated with us?”

“Because we make it so?” she said with resignation.

“All this thinking is hurting my head. Care if we listen to something less depressing and more upbeat, like the news?” he suggested, putting his right hand on his forehead.

She busted out in laughter, “You find news to be uplifting?”

“Yes. News is just a compilation of things that other people messed up. They talk about topics like war, oppression, daemons and such, you know, less depressing stuff compared to feelings and emotions.”

“You can be so weird sometimes. There is a war going on out there and you find that less depressing than this?” she remarked with a facepalm.

“Think about it. War, oppression, and such are very logical and tangible in nature. You can find a cause and its effect in most cases easily. Feelings and emotions, on the other hand, are intangible and often illogical. That is why I hate them. For instance, both of us know the logical course of action in our situation yet we choose to reconcile because of feelings.”

“Point taken,” she agreed and switched the radio station to news bring solace to Leon.

“I guess I’ll take a nap. My head hurts too from all this,” she commented, reclining her seat back and making herself comfortable.

She quickly fell asleep as newscast gave company to Leon on this drive. The newscaster announced:

And now for the weather. There is not a cloud in sight. The temperature would hover around 70 and would fall at night. But, be sure to stay up late tonight. Today we are expecting one of the biggest meteor storms in our recorded history. Our planet would pass through Leonid stream which would produce a staggering rate of approximately 40 meteors per second (144,000 m/hour). It was over a century ago that we had such a cosmic event. Expect the meteor shower to start at 1 a.m. and last until 1:45 a.m.

“Hmm,” he said, registering the time mentally.

Next we will air a special segment on the history and science behind such a meteor storm.

Eventually, they arrived at Cape caem. Leon pulled over and quietly exited the car as Luna was still asleep. He left the car running so AC and air circulation was not a problem while he was gone to finish his errands.

He returned after half an hour and immediately entered panic mode when he did not see Luna in the car. An irrational fear set in as he looked around the car for any foul play. His eyes scanned the area looking for Luna.

He asked the locals if they had seen Luna. While chatting with one of the locals, his eyes caught a glimpse of Luna walking towards him.

Once she was close enough, he said, “You scared me.”

“I didn’t even do anything,” she defended, confused by the sudden accusation.

“When I came back you were gone,” he revealed, leaning against the car, “and I panicked.”

“Sorry, I didn’t know you would get scared so easily,” she commented with a smile, as her heart danced with joy seeing how much he still cares for her. “I just went to for a walk.”

He sighed and shook his head. It was unlike him to overreact like this, but here he was.

“There is an abandoned hideout over there. There is someone I’d like you to meet.”

“Who is it?”

“I meet a couple of Crownsguard on my stroll. Let’s see what they have to say.” She said walking towards the lighthouse.

“Do they know who you are?” He asked, following her.

“I don’t believe so. I told them we are Hunters deployed by Hunter HQ.”

“Good.”

Once they entered the hideout, a middle-aged woman with short gray hair greeted them. She wore a black blouse over a white shirt, and a necklace around her neck.

“Hello, I am Monica Elshett,” she greeted him.

“Leon,” he introduced himself.

It seemed like Luna and Monica already knew each other from their earlier encounter.

“Thank you for bringing processed mithril, all the way from Lestallum.”

As they were chatting, a middle-aged man with balding black hair entered the house. He was wearing a black vest over a white shirt, a wristwatch, and glasses.

“Dustin, these are the hunters who brought us the processed mithril.”

“Hello, I am Dustin Ackers. Nice to meet you.”

“Pleasure is all mine. I am Stella and he is my partner Leon.” She said giving a quick introduction.

Leon recalled seeing him by the docks when he went to deliver the processed mithril to the mechanics.

“May I ask what the Crownsguards are doing all the way out here?” Luna inquired.

Monica and Dustin looked at each other. They seemed hesitant to share that information.

“These are dark times. The Hunters and the Crownguards need to stand united, else the Empire would consume us all. Don’t you agree?” Luna urged. Her words seemed to put Monica and Dustin at ease.

“Yes, Marshal Cor Leonis has a similar vision,” Monica agreed. “Marshal had ordered us reconnaissance this area. We are assessing if this would serve as a feasible base for our operations.”

“Makes sense. This was used as a hideout by King Regis before he became king. The lighthouse was used as a watchtower and as a communication tool sending light signals when the maritime route to Accordo was at its peak.”

“You are very knowledgeable, Stella,” Dustin added.

“My parents were born in Insomnia, so I grew up hearing the tales of the Lucian kings.”

Leon was amazed at her ability to conjure such a perfect lie instantly.

“This can potentially be a great strategic outpost for us,” remarked Monica.

“Indeed. However, the repairs required to the lighthouse and boat are beyond our expertise. We will need someone with more expertise, like Cid.” Dustin chimed in.

“I will relay it to the Marshal,” Monica annoucned, walking towards the kitchen. “Would you like to join us for lunch?”

‘Last time we joined someone for a lunch, it did not go well,’ Leon recalled.

“Only if I can help,” Luna offered.

‘Not again,’ Leon complained internally.

“It’s fine, you sit back and relax. I am used to making food for the whole team.”

“But I insist.”

“Fine. Let’s get started then.”

While Monica and Luna were busy cooking, Leon indulged Dustin.

“What kinds of mission do you guys do?”

“Mainly escorting and reconnaissance. We were in charge of escorting survivors of Insomnia to Lestallum. Once our refugees were assimilated at Lestallum, we came here. However, there are some troubling news from Lestallum.”

“What happened?” Leon asked. He often wondered what happened in Lestallum after they left.

“The Empire came to Lestallum in the search for the Oracle, but they did not find her there. Unfortunately, there were few casualties. They left Lestallum the next day. Our sources tell us that Prince Noctis is in Lestallum now so the Empire will return there to intercept him. We are to move out of here by the nightfall to go to Lestallum. We are to monitor the situation there and assist the Prince should the need arise.”

Squall found that Dustin was quite chatty if the subject interests him. They ended up talking about various means of reconnaissance until the food was ready.

Monica’s food was better than any of the restaurants in the Lestallum. They enjoyed their delicious meal over idle chit-chat.

Luna taught Monica how to grow Tenebraen oak properly, as this plant was not indigenous to this part of the Eos. They exchange pleasantries before saying their goodbyes.

“I am glad that the Crownsguard are moving back to Lestallum tonight. With them around, Iris and others would have a better chance against the Empire.”

“It would give Prince Noctis some support as well,” Luna added.

On the way back to their car, Leon informed, “One last delivery, and we are done.”

“Does that mean we have to return the car?” she asked, nearing the car.

“Unfortunately, yes,”

“Aww, but this car is like my second home,” she complained.

“Any further travels would have to be on foot or Chocobo,” he declared, unlocking the car.

“I am sure going to miss it,” she confessed, fondly looking at the car.

Leon was about to sit in the driver seat when he suddenly stopped and looked at her, “Do you want to drive?”

Her eyes lit up with unsaid joy, “Yes! Yes! Yes! I do.” Her excitement brought a smile to his face.

“Come on,” he said, motioning her towards the driving side.

She ran around the car barely able to contain her excitement. She sat in the driver seat and adjusted the mirror while Leon buckled up in the passenger seat.

“Back out slowly,” he instructed.

Even before he could finish his sentence, she slammed on the gas paddle and the car rocketed in reverse. Once the car was sufficiently out of the parking space, she slammed the brake, causing their bodies to lean forward only to be held by the seatbelt. He felt like all of his internal organs had been rearranged.

“For someone so calm and collected you sure drive like a maniac,” said Leon already regretting his decision.

“Relax, there was no one behind us,” she defended, brushing aside his criticism. “Besides, didn’t you say that I was a good driver? And now I am a maniac all of a sudden?”

“I might have been wrong back then,” he admitted nervously, keeping his eyes glued to the road.

Once the car was on the main road, see no traffic in sight, she floored the gas paddle attaining the car’s top speed in a matter of seconds. She retracted the roof of the car as a gush of wind blew on their faces.

“Enjoying the ride so far?” she asked loudly, as it was hard to hear because of the noise wind made due to their high speed.

Leon just glared back, and she laughed it off in response.

“Where did you learn to drive?” Leon asked almost rhetorically.

She slowed down as the road curved, giving respite to Leon’s pounding heart.

“Learned it during my travels.”

She significantly slowed down once she noticed the traffic up ahead. They were now driving at a pace Leon would normally drive at. The forceful wind felt gentle now.

She took out the ribbon holding her hair back. Free from its confinement, her hair flew with the wind. Leon looked at her and his heart and mind paused for a second. Luna’s image of her hair flowing in the wind would be etched in his memory forever. An image he would never get tired of seeing. He was besotted with her.

She saw him looking at her fondly and she suddenly became very self-conscious.

“Take the next right,” he guided, coming out of his trance and suddenly realizing their surroundings. She nodded and proceeded to do that.

“Music?” she suggested after a while.

“No,” was his instant response. “News?”

“Absolutely no.”

“What do you want to do?” he asked.

“I want to talk with you,” she said with zeal.

“Okay, go ahead. I am listening,” he said, reclining back in his seat.

“How about you talk and I’ll listen for a change?” she asked, looking at him briefly.

“Nope. Talking is among my top 10 least favorite things to do,” he stated.

“What are the other nine things?” she inquired.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he replied, folding his arms. “I know you are tricking me into talking about it. I am not going to fall for it.”

She facepalmed like Leon always does. “I swear, sometimes I feel like I am talking to a kid.”

“Whatever,” he said, looking away.

She was getting bored without music or talking, so she decided to force the issue. “Leon, open that compartment and take out my book.”

He did as he was told.

“In the book, I have a paper cutout of those 36 questions, can you pass me that?” she requested.

Unsure of what she was planning to do with it, he passed the paper cutout to her.

She took off one hand from the steering wheel and started reading it, “Set 2: Question 13. If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?”

“What are you doing? Keep your eyes on the road,” he said frantically.

“You are not talking so I will read this and talk to myself,” she revealed her plans.

“Give me that,” he said, snatching the paper from her hand. “You can be so reckless sometimes.”

She just smiled and winked playfully in response.

“Question 13. If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?” he read, and then proceeded to respond, “I would like to know what happened to me after I defeated Ultimecia and before I came here.”

“I would like to know if there is a way to change the future,” she added, after thinking for a few seconds.

“Change your actions, change your future,” he responded. “Every action you take now shapes your future.”

“Let me correct myself, I would like to know if there is a way to change the fate,” she corrected herself.

“Wouldn’t it be the same?” he argued.

“I don’t know. Fate and destiny, have a mysterious way of leading you back to it no matter what actions you take.”

Not wanting to debate over a theoretical question, he moved on to the next question, “Question 14. Is there something that you’ve dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven’t you done it?”

Leon answered first, "Yes, I have a list of people whom I would like to punch in their face. The reason I have not done it is because it is not normal to go around punching people.”

“What a weird and specific dream. Even your wish list is full of violent things,” she expressed her disappointment. Leon just shrugged in response.

“For me, ever since you told me your story, I want to go to outer space. But there is no way to go in outer space. I guess I would have to wait till you take me to your world.”

“Take you back to my world? Now that’s an interesting idea,” he pondered, tapping his index finger on his cheek.

“Do you think it is possible?” she asked hopefully.

“I don’t know. Would you come with me if it were?” he asked.

“Maybe. I don’t know,” she confessed, getting flustered.

He asked the next question to break the silence, “15. What is the greatest accomplishment of your life?”

“Defeating Ultimecia,” he announced, in an instance.

“Healing people,” she said without hesitation. “Wow! We are so opposite. I like to heal people and you like to defeat them.”

“Only if they hurt someone I care about,” he said in his defense. “16. What do you value most in a friendship?”

“Trust,” they both said at the same time.

“That was easy,” Luna remarked, giving a thumbs up.

“Yup. If you don’t have trust in your friends, then what's the point of such a friendship?”

“Indeed,” she nodded.

“Next question, number 17, what is your most treasured memory?” Leon asked.

“Oh, that’s a lot to choose from,” he started, recollecting many of their treasured memories.

“Just say the first memory that came to your mind. It must be very special if that was the first one you remembered,” she suggested, trying to help.

“Hmm.” The first memory which came to his mind was waking up today to find Luna peacefully sleeping in his arms. He thought that might not be the most appropriate memory to share so he lied and picked the second memory which came to his mind. “The first one that came to mind was making our escape from the Disc of Catheruss by hanging on to the airship.”

“Yes, that indeed was special. It was daring escaped as I clung onto you with my dear life,” a natural smile graced her lips as that memory resurfaced.

“Yup, it was quite crazy now that I think about it,” he too had a smile on his face unknowingly. “What is your most treasured memory?”

“All of them,” she claimed, looking at him with a bright smile.

“That’s cheating. You have to pick one.”

“But seriously, all my memories with you are my most treasured ones,” she tried to convince him as a blush crept on his cheeks. “But if I absolutely had to pick one then it would be us protecting that tiny little flame during our dinner at Lestallum.”

“Interesting choice,” he remarked, recalling those moments. “Eating ice cream after that was fun too.”

“Yes, that was special too. See, I told you, every memory is special in its own way.”

He nodded and moved on to the next question. “18. What is your most terrible memory?”

“Even there we have a lot to choose from. I don’t know about you, but the last couple of days have been pretty bad,” Leon admitted. “But if I had to choose one then it would be the first time I saw you cry.” His honesty with Luna sometimes surprises even him.

It was a bitter-sweet moment for Luna as he revealed how much he cared for her. Luna took a deep breath and started, “Oh God, for me, it has to be that nightmare where I saw you getting stabbed with an ice crystal. I was so freaked out and scared out of my mind. I don’t even want to think about it.” She said shaking her head.

“19. If you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? Why?” he read.

“Skip,” Luna said as soon as he finished his sentence. Once again, he noticed that she was avoiding this topic. Not wanting to drag this conversation any further he said, “I can’t think of anything on top of my head so I’ll pass too.”

“20. What does friendship mean to you?” he asked, hoping this question would change the somber mood.

“Friendship to me means acceptance of someone just the way they are,” she replied, tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ears.

“Friendship to me means reliance. Ability to count on each other in time of your need,” he responded with a conviction.

He read the next question on the list, “21. What roles do love and affection play in your life?”

“Love and affection, isn’t that what we all live for? A life without love is like a body without a soul. I think it’s the ability to love which fundamentally makes us human. The inability to give love is like being a tree without leaves which provides shade or comfort to no one,” she narrated sounding more like an Oracle than Luna. She looked at Leon suggesting he should answer next.

“Love and affection feel great to have it, it's hard to maintain it and it’s impossible to keep it,” he said curtly, a typical Leon response. She just shook her head wondering how this man can summarize love and affection in one sentence.

“22. Alternate sharing something you consider a positive characteristic of your partner. Share a total of five items,” he read, and said, “I’ll start. One positive characteristic of yours is your altruism.”

“Your loyalty,” she responded.

“Your devotion,” he replied

“Your bravery.”

“Your beauty,” he remarked, which made her blush.

“Your handsomeness,” she admitted, returning the compliment.

“Your charming personality,” he stated.

“Your mysterious personality,” she added.

“I think you are extremely pious,” he said sincerely.

“I think you are extremely honorable.”

“Should I keep going?” he asked as if he had a whole list of it ready.

“No, I think that was five.”

“23. How close and warm is your family? Do you feel your childhood was happier than most other people’s?” he read. It was another pain point they did not like to talk about, but in a way, it also brought them closer.

Luna was the first one to reply, “I think our family was somewhat close. As for my childhood, it was divided into two halves, very happy and very sad. On an average, I think I might fall under the unhappy childhood category.”

“Had no family and childhood sucked. When kids my age played with the toys I used to play with weapons,” Leon stated bluntly.

“24. How do you feel about your relationship with your mother?” he asked.

“I miss her so much,” was Luna’s immediate response.

“Never knew her,” he said with a shrug. “And that concluded set two of these questions.” He folded the paper and tucked it away in her book.

“Wow, time sure flies when we are talking,” she commented looking at the clock.

“Yes,” he acknowledged, as he opened the glove compartment of the car to put the book inside. His eyes fell on a metal can bury behind all other items. Curious to know what it was, he took it out. “Ebony?”

“Sure, I’d like that,” she said, looking at the can in his hand.

They shared coffee and make occasional small talks as they continued towards their destination.

Luna pulled the car in the parking lot of the Taelpar Rest Area. Leon grabbed a few things he had to deliver from the trunk and disappeared from sight while Luna filled up the gas.

After a few minutes, Leon returned to the car with two ice creams. He saw that Luna was talking to a street vendor so he waved towards her to get her attention. She saw him and quickly came towards the car. She kept a few things she had bought in the trunk and joined him on the hood of the car.

Leon handed her a soft-serve chocolate vanilla ice cream once she was situated next to him.

“Ice cream? What’s the occasion?”

“This is to celebrate finishing all our deliveries,” he announced, doing cheers with their ice cream cones.

“I was expecting a bigger celebration than this,” she stated, tasting the ice cream.

“Perhaps we can have it at another time. For now, this would have to suffice,” Leon suggested, tasting his ice cream.

“What flavor is that?” she asked, looking at his green-colored ice cream.

“Pistachio,” he replied, licking his ice cream.

“Let me try that,” she requested, extending her hand.

“Sure. Let me try your chocolate vanilla,” he asked, swapping their ice creams.

“This is so much better than mine,” she commented, after tasting pistachio ice cream. “You keep that one.”

“Cheater.” Leon just laughed and shook his head.

They sat on the hood of the car and ate their ice cream in silence, enjoying a beautiful sunset in front of them.

“Leon?”

“Yes?”

“You know what I was thinking,” she started enthusiastically. Before she could say anything further, she felt a stabbing pain in her chest. “Urrghh,” she clutched her chest and coiled in pain.

Leon placed his arm around her shoulder to support her. “Are you okay? What’s going on?” His heart skipped a beat upon seeing her in sudden pain. He noticed that suddenly the atmosphere around them got very chilly.

The pain quickly subsided as she leaned back against the windshield. “I am okay now.” She reassured breathing heavily, but Leon wasn’t convinced. Before he could ask anything, he heard a familiar voice. “I bear good news.”

“Gentiana,” he recognized her voice coming from behind them. She gracefully walked, with her eyes closed, from the back of the car to the front where they were sitting. She went past the hood of the car and turned around to face them.

“Rejoice. The king has subdued the Archaen. Titan has agreed to give his blessing to the king."

“That is joyous news indeed,” Luna said, pushing herself off the windshield. “The pain I felt must be because of my link with Archaen.”

Gentiana nodded in affirmation with her eyes still closed. “Now Ramuh’s trial awaits you and your knight.”

“We will succeed,” Leon said with conviction.

“Of that, I have little doubt. But, be cautious, the Empire is aware of your activates and they are on the move.”

“Thank you, for your warning, we shall be careful,” Luna acknowledged.

Gentiana turns around and took a couple of steps and started to leave. “Gentiana,” Luna called for her.

“Yes, Lady Luna.”

“How is Prince Noctis doing?” Luna asked with concern.

“His friends serve him well. He is well protected and cared for. He too yearns to see you,” she informed, without any fluctuation in her voice.

“Thank you, Gentiana. Your words give me great joy,” Luna said, with a slight bow.

Leon, who was just observing this conversation, felt an unfamiliar pain in his heart. He tried to convince himself over and over again that it was not jealousy, yet he failed.

Gentiana opened her eyes and looked straight at Leon and address to him directly, “Cherish every moment you have. A great tragedy awaits you both.” Before either of them could react to what she had just said, Gentiana disappeared from their sight leaving behind dancing ice particles in the air.

Author's notes:

Things between Leon and Luna are healing for now. However, a great tragedy awaits them both... any guess what that could be?

Please leave a comment if you've enjoyed the story so far. Thanks :)

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Routine-  Ivar Request 

Perhaps it was the way the other guy paid you attention that had you drawnto him, but you were in this club, surrounded by people and all you could seewas him. His brown eyes cut into you as soon as you hit the door and theconnection was electric. A break up with Ivar usually seemed normal. You twowould fuss and fight but then three days later he was calling you and you wereback to him. But it was day five and you hadn’t heard anything from him. Itwasn’t like you to contact him first, especially when you weren’t in the wrong.You didn’t either. You pushed your phone into your purse after looking at it a thirdand a fourth time and you realized that he wasn’t going to call or text you. So,the brown eyed mocha guy at the bar had a shot and you hoped he took it.

You move closer to the bar trying not to seem obvious. It was neveryour style to go out of your way and talk to someone but who cared tonight? Youmaneuver through the crowd trying not to touch the people as they danced towhatever song blared through the system. It wasn’t easy being it was packed.You finally reach the bar placing your clutch on the marble top. The bartenderstands in front of you.  “What will itbe?”

“Uhm…” You pause trying to think of something to drink. They never had menusout and you never were good at guessing drinks off the top of your head. “Red Bulland Vodka?”

“Coming right up.” He says turning to make you drink.

“That shit will kill you.” The guy who’d been eyeing you the entirenight sits next to you and extends his hand. “I’m Marcus. And you?”

You noticed the pink of his lip as he smiles and then those dimples. “Y/N.”He shakes your hand once firmly handing the bartender his card. “I’ll get herdrink, even if it will kill her.” He grins. “Why are you out here alone?”

“I came with some friends, but they are out there losing their mindssomewhere.” You take a swallow of the Red Bull and vodka regretting itimmediately. “What about you?”

“Just out.”

“Nice.”

“You want to lose your mind out there with me?” He points to the dancefloor as the tempo of music changes from fast to slow. “I won’t bite.”

“Yes.”

You feel his hand wrap around your arm and his voice. “Wheredo you think you’re going?” Ivar whispers in your ear. His lips grazeyour earlobe and his hair drapes on your shoulder. “Huh?”

Marcus is taken back for a second. “Is it a problem?”

“Yeah, my girl here was confused about something, but she’s good now.”Ivar drags you through the crowd to the restroom turning the gold lock. “Whatthe fuck was that?”

“Yes! My fucking question to you!! I haven’t heard from you in fivefucking days!! Get your god damn hands off me.” You push him into the wall tuggingyour arm from his hand and releasing a deep growl you didn’t even know you hadin you.

“Why are you acting like this? You want someone else?”

“Maybe I do! You ever think about not playing cat and mouse all thetime? You get mad and just fucking leave because you can and you don’t call me.I could have died.”

“But you didn’t.”

“I’m going back out to dance with Marcus. Move out of my way.” You tryto push him aside but he doesn’t move.

His face is unsettled. His lips forma smug line. “Marcus?”

“Yeah he seemed to know how to treat me.” He stands there barricadingyou in the bathroom and finally you’re livid as you’re fist clashes into hischest over and over. His chest is like stone and he is unbothered. And youreyes burn as they well with tears. “Get out the way.”

“You’re mine!” He yells. “Y/N, I don’t share.” Ivarwaits for you to say something and you don’t. Your eyes are just locked on him.“Well.Yell, scream, say something. Anything”

“Get out the way.” Your tears drip to the floor and his face cracks. “Please.”

“Please don’t cry. I can’tstand to see you cry.”

“I’m fine.” You lie trying tocatch your breath.

“Stop pretending you’re okay,cause I know you’re not.” He pushes his hands through his hair. “Y/N, I’m sorry.” He whispers.“I’m selfish.” He shakes his head wiping your tears. “I’m sorry.”

“You should be!” You hit himagain and again until he grabs your small fist in his hand. He pulls you to hischest and you melt into him.

“I’m sorry. Staywith me” He whispers again coaxing you into not being mad at him again.He hits the lights walking you backward to the couch. His kisses pepper downyour neck until the crease of your knees hit the couch and you both sink onto it.“You forgive me?” He asks. You shake your head no and he sighs. “Yes, you do.”His breathing is slow and labored un then his lips meet yours again, peckinguntil he separates them sliding his tongue teasing you playfully. Ivar isdrapes one of your legs to the floor reaching up your legs and underneath yourdress. He pulls your underwear complete off and to the floor. You can’t see him,but you feel he’s on his knees. He straightens your body pulling your waist tohim. His hands caress your thighs pulling them apart and you instinctivelyplace your hands in his hair as you feel him dip his legs between them. His kisseseach thigh and kisses your lips and separates them with his tongue. His tonguedances along your clit and you throw your head back. He sucks at it and thenflick his tongue over it again before he dives into you thrusting. You pant.Your toes curl and your heels clack the ground. Ivar continues his worktwirling and nipping until your body pools with pleasure. He adds two fingersand you immediately clench around him as he pumps them into you curling it tograze your g-spot and you explode. The wail from you sounds melodic and highpitch as you clench your thighs around his head riding the wave.

“Hey!!! What is going on inthere!” The guard yells pounding on the door.

“Let’s get out of here.” Hesays standing up and lifting you from the couch. You follow him out of the roomholding his hand as if you two never left.

“My panties.” You whisper asyou cross the dance floor.

“I’ll buy you more.” Ivarsmiles.

[mellobluemoon]

The Major Arcana: Birth I - VII Part 2

Disclaimer: I will be speaking on the major arcana in terms of he/she pronouns for clarity and cohesiveness. I will occasionally also use they/them pronouns due to this deck containing genderqueer/ gender fluid depictions of the arcana. Please keep in mind that the Major/Minor Arcana are inherently genderless in my eyes and don't strictly follow the typical binary view in society and merely have a more masculine or feminine energy.

II. The High Priestess

Realizing that our consequences have actions we gain a feeling of what is right and wrong. This leads us into The High Priestess.

When I think High Priestess I think intuition. I feel like as we grow up and in our development as people, we start to gain a sense of what is right and what is wrong. We see that our actions have consequences, either to ourselves or to others. We start to realize if we don't think through certain situations and start to take a plan of action, we could end up with results that we weren't expecting or undesirable results.

When I think High Priestess I think of Alice from Alice in Wonderland. She is a young girl with a very dreamy personality. She wishes for a world that understands her, but doesn't quite know what that is. She follows her intuition to chase the white rabbit down the rabbit hole. Even though she doesn't quite understand why she has this need to follow the rabbit she does anyway. I feel throughout the whole movie Alice is really just letting her intuition guide her back home. Along the way she learns there are consequences to her actions (the best example being drinking random growth and shrinking potions). She allows herself to feel her feelings as well (to the point of causing a flood in the forest). She goes off instinct like a young child does before they are fully indoctrinated into society.

Looking at the card of the High Priestess I immediately notice the pomegranate printed cloth hanging on the wall, the laptop she is holding, and the color purple. Pomegranates usually symbolize abundance, the laptop knowledge, and the color purple the third eye, or crown chakra. This is a major arcana similar to the Empress in a way except she focuses more on the spiritual. The moon also symbols intuition and inner guidance as well. With the black and white pillars in the back I get a sense of balance (very much The Chariot energy that we will see in a bit). The balance of the feminine and masculine, the balance of what is right and what is wrong. Learning intuitively when to take action and when to step back and observe. This is what the High Priestess teaches us.

From learning how we affect others we start to gain empathy for the people around us. We start to become The Empress.

III. The Empress

The Empress is a very nurturing and motherly figure in the major arcana. When we go into an Empress energy we have gone through some major life situations already. Maybe we said something we regret to the ones we love. Maybe we broke a promise we meant to keep. We try to do our best in the situations we are given but sometimes they result in us affecting others. Through these experiences we gain a sense of empathy. The typical saying that we teach children is "Treat others the way we want to be treated" after all. We also start to indulge in the pleasures of life through food, media, hobbies, relationships, friendships, and sex. We become more grounded in our society and become more sensual as a result. We can also become a source of healing for others. Because of our previous experiences we can relate to others and support the people around us.

When I think of The Empress I think of Julieta Madrigal. She is a very compassionate and giving person. She is the healer in her family and seems to be able to relate to everyone in the household and to the people in her village. She is a loving and comforting presence to her 3 daughters as well as her husband. She heals others through the food she creates embedded with her healing magic. She abundant in love and well as food, both which are necessary for survival. I would imagine she is very empathetic to those injured as well as those impoverished and lacking food.

Looking at The Empress from the Modern Witch tarot deck this is a woman of magnificent beauty. She is adorned in gold jewelry and headpiece surrounded by pillows and nature. She is the queen of her realm and she knows it. Noting the lemon shaped print on her dress as well, as lemons can be a symbol of love and friendship. The pillow propped next to her throne has the symbol of the female. The Empress embodies her feminine energy, which focus on listening to her intuition and be a giving, loving presence. She is a little more passive compared to her counterpart, The Emperor, but she is just as powerful. I like to this of the Empress as an accumulation of The Magician and the High Priestess. She knows how to manifest what she wants and somewhat waits for things to come to her in divine timing.

There does come a time however where we can no longer be passive in our lives. I like to this of this point being comparable to having to choose the college you want to go to after high school. Up to Sophomore year of high school you have just been following the guidance of your parents/guardians and your teachers. But there comes a point in your life you have to make deliberate action. Basing our decisions on what we have learned about the world around us, here we enter The Emperor.

IV. The Emperor

While The Empress is feminine, The Emperor is her masculine counterpart. He is more aggressive when it comes to achieving his goals and his dreams. While The Empress is the dreamer, The Emperor is the doer. When I see this pairing appear in the same reading involving two people, I consider this a sign that the people involved are possibly diving counterparts (if you believe in that terminology).

We've learned from our experiences, learned to trust our intuition, and have learned empathy. Now we are in a position of combining all we have learned so far in life and now we get to take command of our experiences in a more involved and ground breaking way.

When I think of the Emperor I think of Simba from The Lion King. For most of Simba's teen years he was a leaf in the wind, eating slugs, swimming in clear blue waters, and hanging out with (imo) his adopted parents Timon and Pumba (I love them gay uncles). But it isn't until one day Nala finds him and tells him what has happened to his home at Pride Rock, that Simba is ignited into action. He can no longer stand on the sidelines and let his Uncle Scar rule The Pride Lands as a tyrant. He NEEDS to take action or the family he has grown to love could be tortured, or worse, killed. He has gained the inner strength and wisdom he needs to take proper action and change the course of history.

Looking at The Emperor they look to be a very serious character. With the horns sprouting from his head this gives a feeling of a ram, as symbolized by Aries, or mars energy. His red suit suggests passion, power, and bringing manifestations to life. Remember the red cape worn on The Magician? The Ankh symbol he holds can represent life in Egyptian hieroglyphics. This makes sense since The Emperor is the one that brings his ideas and his goals/dreams to life. What I love about this depiction of The Emperor is the genderqueerness they depict. They adorn green eyeliner, eyeshadow but yet they sit on their throne in a red suit and brown dress shoes. I will also not how the Emperor isn't surrounded by nature like The Empress was. He is more focused on his world and building up his wealth. He is the hardworking business person trying to provide for their family.

As we navigate the world and gain world, we reach a certain level of comfortability in our knowledge and wisdom. No longer are we purely students of life, but we can also become teachers as well. As as teachers we start to question the world around us. Why is the sky blue? Why do we abide by traditional gender roles? What is our purpose?

Next week we will be diving into the rest of the Birth cycle starting with The Hierophant.

See you soon.

-Mello

[fingersinhisass]

bc carly @aldmerii humored me and answered all 60 questions of the oc question thing for shaelle, i’m gonna do it for al as well even tho literally no one asked so. here goes!

1. WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER’S BIGGEST FEAR?

having his friends, people he’s grown to trust and care for, discover all the bad shit he did in the past and basically breaking all ties with him. he’s terrified they’ll think he’s a monster bc well. he thinks he’s a monster sometimes too

2. WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER’S FAVORITE MEMORY?

it’s not one specific memory exactly, more like. a mix of lots of memories. in the summer he used to play outside all day with the other kids who lived in his neighborhood (very poor, pretty decrepit houses, mostly dust and dying grass) and like. those were some of the best times for him? because he was still too young to care that their family didn’t have enough money to send him to school, or that all of his clothes were hand-me-downs with at least one tear that had been fixed, or that his mother’s face was worn with wrinkles that would better suit someone much older than she was. so he’d play pretend with these kids in his neighborhood, and go on “adventures” and kick around pebbles and wrestle in the dirt, and then he’d come back home to his mother calling him, and she’d wash his face and feet and hands gently and tuck him into bed and he’d fall asleep under the heat to the sound of her soft voice and the insects buzzing in the grass.

3. WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER’S LEAST FAVORITE MEMORY?

he’s got plenty to pick from, so i don’t think there’s one specific worst. but the gazes of people he willfully hurt, potentially even killed, really haunt him. he tries not to think about the stuff he did when he was younger.

4. DOES ANYONE HAVE A CRUSH ON YOUR CHARACTER? IS YOUR CHARACTER AWARE OF THIS?

my beautiful girl shaelle do,,,, and also this one demon dude they helped once. can’t remember his name bc he’s a pretty irrelevant npc. he was aware of that crush, but he has no fucking clue shaelle likes him

5: DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER’S DREAM DATE.

oh man. anything romantic that would make his date happy. it’s cliche, but he’s fond of long walks and candlelit dinners. he’s an exceptionally hopeless romantic.

6: WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER’S SEXUAL ORIENTATION?

lol what’s that????? al likes a lot of people he’s not picky. he’s actually kinda lowkey a ho. 

7: HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT THEIR NAME?

my boi gots lotsa names. his birth name makes him nostalgic, but he doesn’t really attach it to himself anymore -- the only person who can call him that is his mother. the name he used when he was a thief he absolutely despises. he still twitches if he hears it spoken, regardless of if it’s pointed towards him or not. he picked the name he has now himself, so he likes it quite a bit thank you very much. it makes him feel like a distinguished human gentleman. he’s a fucking doof.

8: DOES YOUR CHARACTER HATE ANYONE? WHY?

al is not someone who hates easily. he trusts easily (too stupid to learn from his past mistakes, he’d remark bitterly, but really it’s because he’s an idealist by nature and wants to believe people are inherently good). he doesn’t respond well to betrayal. at all. he accidentally punched a dude to death once for betraying the group. to be fair, the dude was really fucking old, and he only had one hit point left and failed all his death saves so like. not really al’s fault. you woulda done it too if you were in the same situation

9: HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT RELIGION?

neither of his parents are very religious, and he wasn’t raised religious either, so it doesn’t really matter to him all that much

10. WOULD YOUR CHARACTER EVER KILL SOMEONE?

yes, but only if he felt it was justified and there were no better options. he is strongly against killing people who he feels don’t deserve it, but there are some people he would kill without hesitation solely because he believes their death will benefit many others. he’s got. complicated morals.

11: HOW DID YOUR CHARACTER MEET THEIR BEST FRIEND?

he met borem when they were assigned to be partners. they’re both detectives. although not sure how long that friendship is gonna last now...............

12: HOW WOULD/DOES YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT ROLLER COASTERS?

terrified. hates heights. don’t make him do this.

13: WHAT WOULD YOUR CHARACTER DIE FOR?

people he loves. easy.

14: WHAT IS THE CUTEST THING YOUR CHARACTER HAS EVER DONE?

when is my boy not cute, honestly???? idk, i can’t pin down a specific instance. but he’s like. super blushy and awkward around people he’s romantically attracted to, and that’s incredibly adorable. he took shaelle to the prison where her brother was being held so they could see each other again after ten years, and that was also very sweet

15: WHAT MUSIC GENRE WOULD YOUR CHARACTER LISTEN TO?

fuck, idk. he strikes me as the kind of person to just listen to whatever’s on. he doesn’t have a very developed taste in music

16: WHAT OTHER FICTIONAL CHARACTERS REMIND YOU OF YOUR CHARACTER?

jeez. probably gumshoe from ace attorney? mostly because they’re both good good detective boys just trying to do their best and i love both of them desperately.

17: DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE ANY IRRATIONAL FEARS?

heights!!! he hates heights!!!!! which is funny bc his acrobatics score is insane.

18: HOW WOULD YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT HAVING THEIR LIFE RECORDED?

it would make him supremely uncomfortable. he may be very social, but when it comes to his home life he’s intensely private.

19: WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER’S DEEPEST, DARKEST SECRET?

he gots lotsa those. he’s stolen very important things that resulted in the detriment of others, he’s tortured and killed people, he’s aided in drug trafficking and human trafficking -- with children. which is when he quit, because he couldn’t stand that. he hates watching children suffer.

20: WHAT IS THE MOST SURPRISING THING ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER?

he’s actually a really good detective. not because he’s smart, though -- he’s desperately determined to better society, and he’s also just very, very lucky.

21: IS YOUR CHARACTER FLEXIBLE?

oh my god, yeah. listen, my baby got 18 dex, +7 to acrobatics. he is EXTREMELY flexible. wink wink

22: WHAT IS THE WORST THING YOUR CHARACTER HAS EVER DONE?

oops i kinda answered this one already. i’m not gonna go into detail bc i kinda just don’t want to?? listen he’s done bad things he regrets

23: IS YOUR CHARACTER MORALLY GRAY OR BLACK OR WHITE?

hmm. he generally does things with good in mind, and usually he does it in a way that’s not so bad. but sometimes he twists the rules a little bit in a way that’s. ehh?? he’s not entirely against using violence to better things.

24: WHAT PREJUDICES DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE?

he’s generally not a fan of rich people or the ruling class. ofc he’s got a huge crush on shaelle, but like. she’s the exception

25: WOULD YOU WANT TO HANG OUT WITH YOUR CHARACTER?

no bc he’s devastatingly handsome and i’d be terrified.

26: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE HEADCANON FOR YOUR CHARACTER?

him whistle real good. he likes to whistle and sing like. all the time. when he’s just idly doing things at home he does it without even realizing it and he’s a little off-key sometimes but he can carry a tune

27: WHAT WOULD BE THE WORST WAY FOR YOUR CHARACTER TO DIE?

at the hands of a friend, probably

28: WHAT PET WOULD YOUR CHARACTER LIKE TO HAVE?

for a while he had some sort of ferret weasel thing? idk if nj is gonna let me say he’s still got it tho lmao

29: WHAT WOULD BE YOUR CHARACTER’S FAVORITE FOOD?

his mom’s recipe for fresh-baked bread. real white bread was a fucking luxurious treat when he was growing up and so whenever his mom would make a small loaf of it, maybe like once or twice a year, it was always so special to him

30: WOULD YOUR CHARACTER HAVE ANY HOBBIES?

he likes to read, especially adventure or romance novels lmao

31: WHAT SOCIAL MEDIA WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE?

i can see him on twitter??? he’d have no idea how to use it though

32: WHAT DOES YOUR CHARACTER LOOK LIKE?

him real hansom. angular features, high cheekbones, tan skin, very fair hair and silver eyes bc he’s a sun elf. long, long eyelashes that are darker than his hair, thick eyebrows. thin build, 5′10, long nose. i’m lov my boy.

33: IN WHAT WAYS IS YOUR CHARACTER LIKE YOU?

he’s loud, goofy, occasionally pretty snarky, expresses emotions like happiness, excitement, and anger very easily, but feels weak showing sadness and tries to suppress it. fails. head over heels for shaelle.

34: WHAT IS CLICHE ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER?

so many of my characters are pretty boys. so many. also he’s a lovable idiot

35: WHAT IS UNIQUE ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER?

i made him myself n he’s got a big ol’ heart.

36: DOES ANYONE WANT TO HARM YOUR CHARACTER?

there are a lot of people who would kill him immediately if they knew where he was and that he wasn’t dead. he has a lot of enemies.

37: DO PEOPLE HAVE JUSTIFIED GRUDGES AGAINST YOUR CHARACTER?

probably. he speaks his mind a lot and can kind of be an asshole sometimes 

38: WHAT ROLE DOES YOUR CHARACTER PLAY IN THEIR STORY?

he’s there to take everyone to fantasy jcpenny

39: WHAT WOULD BE YOUR CHARACTER’S NICHE ON TUMBLR?

historical fashion blogs and poetry all the way

40: WHAT WOULD BE YOUR CHARACTER’S FAVORITE SCHOOL SUBJECT?

creative writing or some sort of music class. he like both.

41: WOULD YOUR CHARACTER WANT TO HAVE ANY CHILDREN?

YES!!!!! he loves kids. LOVES them. his entire life he’s wanted to be a dad. eventually he’s gonna get married to shaelle and they’re gonna have lotsa babies, but currently he hasn’t had the time to meet anyone or settle down and he’s worried he never will.

42: WHAT WOULD BE YOUR CHARACTER’S DREAM CAREER?

he’s doin’ it. basically he just wants to help people however he can and make up for all the bad things he did for so long

43: WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER INSECURE ABOUT?

his social class. especially around shaelle. he definitely thinks he is absolutely not worth her time, and the subject of poverty or the social hierarchy in serin ilyan really touches a nerve for him. he also just really, really wants people to like him. 

44: WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER PROUD OF?

all the good work he’s done as a detective. he’s (surprisingly) solved a lot of cases, and he feels a sense of accomplishment and justice for doing it. like maybe he can start to sleep a little easier knowing he hasn’t just hurt people all his life.

45: WHAT WOULD YOUR CHARACTER CHANGE ABOUT THEMSELVES?

his past. he’d go back and do something different, try to actually work hard and make honest money instead of getting involved in what he did

46: WOULD YOU WANT TO TRADE PLACES WITH YOUR CHARACTER?

hell no. i love him to bits and i’d love to be a really handsome elf man, but like. my boy has way too much guilt that i wouldn’t want to live with.

47: WHAT FANDOMS WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE IN?

al isn’t cool enough to like things like that. plus he’d be very confused by fandom culture i think

48: HOW WOULD YOUR CHARACTER TYPE?

hunt and peck, capitalized first letter but nothing else, punctuation when he sees fit

49: HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER STAND POLITICALLY?

he doesn’t know what, but he knows SOMETHING needs to be done about the poverty in his city. other than that he tends to look at the smaller scale of helping people

50: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER?

he messes up a lot but he never stops trying?? he has a lot of determination and things he believes in and i love him for that. i love him for trying so hard to be good.

51: WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER’S FAVORITE ANIMAL?

he likes mice, mostly because they were easy to find when he was a kid and he always caught them and tried to train them, but then felt bad and let them go like an hour later

52: HOW WOULD YOUR CHARACTER ACT IN GYM CLASS?

he’s not super strong but he is crazy flexible. probably not a ton of stamina and although he looks like he’s got the body for it he’s not that great at running. he’s just really fucking good at climbing and doing flips and shit. he’s always one of the last people out during dodgeball just bc he’s so good at dodging. he can move FAST.

53: WHAT CLUBS WOULD YOUR CHARACTER JOIN?

he probably wouldn’t join any clubs bc high school is around the time he started down the path of Bad Shit so he definitely wasn’t spending any time hanging around the school if he didn’t have to

54: WHAT IS THE SADDEST THING ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER’S LIFE?

he doesn’t realize that people are complicated and that good people are capable of and do bad things sometimes. he’s not a monster for the mistakes he made in the past. he’s genuinely good, he’s doing his best, and people love him and care about him and he needs to know that.

55: WOULD YOUR CHARACTER DO THE ICE BUCKET CHALLENGE?

hm, this question sure dates the original post... yeah he absolutely would. he likes doing dumb things like that, especially if they’re for a good cause. he’s a goof.

56: WHAT’S ONE OF YOUR CHARACTER’S QUIRKS?

he’s very fidgety. he doesn’t even notice it but he’s really not good at staying still

57: HOW WOULD YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT FEMINISM?

i think he wouldn’t understand the complexities of it, but in general he would absolutely be for it. inequality pisses him off.

58: IS YOUR CHARACTER DORKY OR MORE ATHLETIC?

he’s an absolute dork. 100%.

59: WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER?

a lot of the time i worry he’s too contrived and tragic or that i play him out of character or that he’s just like. way too dramatic in general.

60: IF YOU COULD TITLE YOUR CHARACTER’S LIFE, WHAT WOULD YOU TITLE IT?

The Good Boy: Please, Folks, He’s Doing His Best