#did they cage him? or did they only do that if/when he started becoming violent?

[a-little-monotonous]

I think about lot about that gap of time between shadow getting ejected from the ark and him getting put in stasis...

[abcjxyzyeo]

Mr Brightside.

summary; Ever since you joined the gaang, Zuko had kept his eye on you. Even tho he hasn't officially joined your team, he thought you were kind, sweet, and good looking. But unfortunately for him, his mind tormented him with thoughts of you and Sokka, assuming you two were a couple. When he finally joined, he tried to make a move but yet it only confirmed his fears. Until...

Pairing; Zuko x afab!Reader(romantic) , Sokka x afab!Reader(platonic)

AN; !!!!! first post !!!!! Kinda nervy writing this cuz it's my first time writing something but I been on my avatar shiiii so yk I gotta do what I gotta do !! Anyways yea this is like kinda sorta based on Mr. Brightside by The Killers but it's also like not ?? And again it's my first time writing so the plot and dialogue and everything abt it is def messy and possibly rushed but pshh enjoy !! And also not to be a lil spoiler but ofc Zuko and y/n get together in the end 😘😘😘

Warning; Angst(???), F!reader(mentioned !!), sex and sexual implications(???) idfk 😭😭😭

Zuko paced back and forth, unsure what to do. You were the only thing on his mind, it bothered him and he had to do something about it. But yet ever since that day when you two first met, Zuko couldn't let go of the fact you were probably Sokka's girl. But he couldn't let go of your kindness, you sat and cried next to his uncle that had just been struck with lightning. But obviously, his emotions getting the better of him, he shot fire at you and Katara. He watched as Sokka grabbed your hand and waist pulling you up and running away. But eventually when he had gathered all his courage(which took a while) and his strength he walked up to you.

Comin' out of my cage and I been doin' just fine Gotta, gotta be down because I want it all

"Hey y/n." he grimly uttered

"Zuko! Hey! Why so down? Did someone die?" you chuckled to yourself

"Uh n-no. I was just wond-"

Just when he was about to admit his feelings, here came the killer of all his courage. Strutting with intensifying ego. Sokka. With widened eyes, Zuko stared as Sokka scooped you up and twirled you around. Wrapping your beautiful arms around his neck and burying your head with them. Zuko looked down and saw his hands firmly carry you while holding your ass. A twinge of pain and jealousy struck his intestines hard and fierce.

"What's on your mind?" You said with immense joy in your voice, but yet not looking Zuko in the eyes. Your attention now only focused on Sokka staring into his dazzling eyes.

"Uh, can I talk to you.. alone." Staring dejectedly at Sokka, and he simply shrugs, setting y/n down and walking away.

Zuko can tell you are obviously annoyed, and it worries him. Maybe he isn't wrong and you and Sokka are a thing, his palms start to become slick with sweat and he lets out an exasperated sigh with a low flame following.

It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss

You watch as Zuko walks intensely closer, invading all your personal space. It wasn't a problem with you but it was definitely confusing. Zuko opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Letting out a groan of frustration, he made a quick fast move. Grabbing the back of your neck and the small of your back, pulling you in and landing his lips on yours. At first for one mere second you found yourself kissing him back for a second, but when you came to your senses you pushed him off. Zuko falling flat on his butt and looking up at you with hurt in his eyes.

"Zuko what the hell?" You yell trying to shake off the weird feeling in your gut

"Y/n I'm sorry!" He tries to yell while you turn and run towards Sokka, great, you just kissed some guys girlfriend, he thought. "Ugh, I can't believe how stupid I am!" pitiful tears welled up in his eyes before he violently wiped them before they could even think of spilling out of his delicate eyes, god that was embarrassing. He got up and threw himself in his tent to try and take a nap to even forget what he did.

Now I'm fallin' asleep and she's callin' a cab While he's havin' a smoke and she's takin' a drag Now they're goin' to bed and my stomach is sick And it's all in my head

Zuko throws the sheets off of him, sitting up in a cold sweat. He wipes the sweat off the back of his neck.

"Shit," he utters

He kept having weird dreams about you and Sokka, as if he was looking right at you two, having to watch a repeating nightmare of the girl of his dreams get taken by another guy. He lays his head back down and closes his eyes. Clutching his stomach that's tied in all forms of tight painful knots making his throat slick with spit. Maybe if he just thought of anything else he would have some form of nice sleep.

But she's touchin' his chest now He takes off her dress now Let me go And I just can't look, it's killin' me And takin' control

Zuko was having yet another horrid nightmare, but it felt all too real. He had left his tent and made his way to yours to apologize for stepping over lines. Weird noises, smells, and heats emitted from your tent though. He grabbed the curtain and pulled it up, horrified at the scene in front of him. A topless Sokka laid over you on the ground, he was carefully stripping you of all your clothes. You looking over and making straight eye contact with Zuko as Sokka slides himself in.

Zuko shoots his upper body up covering his eyes and yelling. Softly opening up his eyes he realizes it was all a bad dream. But oh God what if that's actually happening? He wipes the sweat off his forehead and swiftly got up and out of his tent in one motion.

Jealousy, turnin' saints into the sea Swimmin' through sick lullabies Chokin' on your alibis

Zukos eyes landed on Sokka watching you practice your earth bending. He slipped down into a spot next to Sokka and blissfully watched a girl he can never have. He looked at Sokka through his peripheral vision, that very familiar pinch of jealousy hitting close to home.

"You're a lucky guy," he uttered

That caught Sokka by surprise and he laughed

"What?"

"Y/n, look how talented she is! And she's kind and pretty, and she's yours."

This caused Sokka to laugh even harder

"Lighten up Zuko! Y/n isn't my girlfriend, she's just a close friend of mine being Suki's sister and all. I see Suki a lot in Y/n and according to Azula with Suki in prison it's nice to still have a piece of her somewhere."

But it's just the price I pay Destiny is callin' me

This caused Zukos eyes to widen fiercely. Everything he had worried about simply drifted away, even if you had rejected him he still felt worlds better. A giant boulder sized relief fell of his shoulders.

Y/n saw Zuko and Sokka sitting together and waved to both the boys with a happy smile, walking up to them and nodding Sokka off. Leaving the earth bender and the fire bender alone. Before you could say anything Zuko shot up from the floor.

"Y/n I'm so sorry, I never meant to overstep any boundaries I just thought-"

He was cut off by the feeling of lips on his own

"You talk too much," you giggled "I'm sorry for brushing you off earlier I was just caught by surprise and I was nervous. But I do like you Zuko."

Zuko smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into yet another kiss.

"I like you too."

Open up my eager eyes 'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside

[gay-dorito-dust]

sub zero anon again 😼 Can I request something where Bihan is very possessive, maybe he gets jealous that Johnny Cage or someone else is flirting with you and you get fed up with bihans attitude about the situation (not w you but with johnny) so you end up just going home and when Bihan is bitching about it you kiss him to shut him up 🙏🏻 i got my inspo from the jealously prompts page LMAOO anyways you’re the best <3

‘Do you have a map, because I get lost in your eyes.’

Johnny’s voice was the equivalent to nails on a chalkboard to Bi-Han. It caused him to react in a viscerally violent way that grew harder and harder for him to ignore the more the arrogant man sat across from him opened his mouth to speak; Especially so if the words that left said arrogant man’s mouth were unsolicited flirtatious quips directed towards you. Bi-Han wasn’t oblivious to your beauty and he couldn’t put an ounce of blame on you for merely existing, however he could and would put every ounce of blame on Johnny for interrupting what was meant to be a private moment meant for the both of you.

Bi-Han had been planning this for a long while now since being Grandmaster took up most -if not all- of his time, leaving the only times where you could be together was during at night and missions, which were never truly enough for him when you were seemingly the only person who could elevate the stress of being Grandmaster from his shoulders and grant him the opportunity to being vulnerable. For Bi-Han it acted as a way of saying thank you for putting up with him for as long as you had for he knew he wasn’t the most easiest of people, so for it all to be tarnished within a blink of an eye by the arrogant buffoon who was too acted as though he was god’s gift to humanity; Needless to say Bi-Han wasn’t the most pleased and he doesn’t bother to hide his displeasure either with how tightly he scrunched up his fists and how hard he clenched his jaw from under his mask. He even went as far as to keep his ice cold glare solely on him as a way to tell Johnny how he was overstaying his unwarranted welcome.

But either the man was stupid or was just that full of himself because not once did Johnny spare Bi-Han a single glance, nor cared to, as all his undivided attention was focused on you as he spouted and and all sorts of one liners that only prove useful in fuelling Bi-Han’s fire. And as much as you liked Johnny as a friend, he certainly had the upmost worst timing ever. Impromptu hangouts is what he liked to calls them but when you saw him enter Madame Bo’s the same time you and Bi-Han were just getting settled, you knew the worst was yet to come. You knew Johnny had a tendency to flirt with anything that moves and breaths and often times does so during the worst of times, but this must’ve possibly his worst one yet.

You knew how Bi-Han didn’t get along with Jonny so you could only imagine the amount of effort he was putting in to not reacting to anything that was being said, but you weren’t an idiot. You could see him silently seething from the corner of your eye as you went to place your hand on his knee for reassurance, only for him to jerk it away from you, leaving you to question his sudden attitude towards you when you’ve done nothing wrong the entire evening. You even shot him several questioning looks, all of which were blatantly ignored by Bi-Han as his lack of emotional control had lead to the air becoming frigid. You could start to see small quantities of ice beginning to form on the edges of the table, creeping inwards to your ceramic mugs of half drunk, lukewarm teas.

You nudged Bi-Han with you shoulder. ‘I thought the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei was meant to set a precedence.’ You whispered. ‘You know Johnny is nothing more then a friend, and I know he kind of ruined our evening but that don’t mean you have to go this far just to get back at him.’

Bi-Han’s jaw twitched as the furrow of his brow deepened. ‘It’s truly an insult that you would believe that I would ever disgrace myself by stopping to his level. I’m merely warning him.’ He said sharply as the air grew even colder and the ice on the table had now rendered your tea undrinkable, much to your disappointment. You really liked that tea.

All of this didn’t seem to raise any warning signs within Johnny, who was oblivious to it all, which honestly baffled you at how he didn’t seem to acknowledge the change in the air, nor feel the ice that was threatening to encase the hand that was holding one of your own as his thumb gently caressed the skin there. All you wanted was a nice, easygoing evening, it was such a small thing to ask for but Bi-Han and Johnny were making things unnecessarily hard for you and now all you wanted to do was go home and head straight to bed to sleep this all off and hope that you have forgotten all about it the next day. ‘If being sexy is a crime, you’d be guilty as charged.’ Johnny said but before you could say anything in response, Bi-Han stood up abruptly, his eyes showing a man who’s reached his limit and so had you at this point as you tried to ease the oncoming headache to no avail as Bi-Han reached to grab Johnny by his expensive shirt.

‘Woah! Go easy on the merchandise dude, this shirt cost me a fortune.’ Johnny cried.

‘I have no care for your materialistic lifestyle Cage.’ Bi-Han spat venomously and that was about all you could take as you stood up from your chair and grabbing the cryomancer by the bicep, catching his eye for the first time that evening. ‘I don’t think Madame Bo would enjoy having to spend the rest of her evening clearing blood off of the floor and furniture now do you?’ You asked, taking the silence that greeted you as your answer as you again spoke pointedly, ‘We’re leaving. Now.’ Bi-Han knew it wouldn’t be wise to fight you once your mind was made up and he didn’t want to be even more on your bad side then he already was, and so he released Johnny unceremoniously as his body hit to the floor before following you out of the tea house without another word.

Back at the Lin Kuei wasn’t any better either as Bi-Han decided to make his thoughts known of how much he hated Johnny for not only ruining your evening that you’ll never get back, but also for blatantly flirting with you right in front of him. And at the rate he was going at, it only felt like the beginning of an extremely long night, and not in the sexy sense either.

‘Cage is an insufferable man child.’ He began. ‘Doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself nor does he have an ounce of respect within his entire body.’ You internally groan as all you wanted to do was sleep, but it was clear that Bi-Han wasn’t about to let this go as easily as you were, and you knew that Bi-Han had an unhealthy tendency to withhold grudges until his dying breath. But even then he’ll still be carrying those grudges like it was his life’s purpose. ‘Johnny was only flirting with me to get a rise out of you my love, which was why I was trying to stop you from doing something you’ll come to regret later on.’ You explained, walking over to Bi-Han and placing your hands on his face, watching with soft eyes at how he’d visibly relax and lean into your touch, reaching his hands up to place over you own as a way to keep you there.

You loved this man more than words could describe, but you swore there were days where he could drive you up the wall and yet you wouldn’t trade it for anything. ‘The fool could use today as a learning lesson as to not try to go after what’s rightfully mine.’ Bi-Han growled possessively, had it been any other night you would’ve found this shamelessly attractive but tonight wasn’t the night despite the warmth that flooded throughout your entire body. ‘I’m sure he’s learnt a very valuable lesson and would do better to think twice next time.’ You told Bi-Han as your thumbs stroked the cheeks of his now maskless face, taking time to ingrain each and every facet that made up his beautiful facial structure, something you very much liked to do every night before wandering off to sleep.

‘There won’t be a next time if Cage wishes to keep his life.’ Bi-Han replied, his hands, which had now traversed down to your waist, gripped you tightly as they -rather roughly- pulled you into him until you were flushed against him. You smirked as the fluttering feeling within you raged on. ‘How romantic of you my heart, but I think you’ve done enough talking for one day, so allow me to give your voice a rest and put your lips to work in the only way I that know we’ll both enjoy.’ You didn’t allow Bi-Han to speak afterwards as your lips were already descended upon his as your hands had moved to lounge comfortably over his shoulders, your eyes closed in heavenly bliss.

The evening might’ve not gone how either of you would’ve wanted but that’s what made the kiss more rewarding but what made it even more rewarding was when Bi-Han’s hands slipped down to your ass, giving them a good squeeze, as he then walked you towards the end of the bed, where you fell into the mattress with Bi-Han following shortly after; whilst actively making sure to support most his weight onto his forearms that caged you underneath him before reconnecting his lips with yours feverishly, as your needy hands grabbed ahold of him however you could.

Maybe it was one of those sexy nights after all.

[rat-rambles]

Ok we have to talk about the parallels of bill and gideon because I've seen no one do it and there's a lot. Like, gideon is to bill what stan is to Mable and Ford is to dipper. This parallel includes bill and ford's relationship compared to gideon and Mabel's because there are parallels. I will mention how this pertains to billford. This will be long. Book of bill spoilars obvously.

A couple ground rules I have screen shots but only from the parts uploaded to YouTube because I'm sick and not dealing with Disney pluss for this. 2 we're takeing the way this show uses parallels for granted and it's worth mentioning stan, Ford and bill are the bad ending for the pines and Mable dipper and gideon are the good end hence gideon getting redeemed and Ford haveing to suffer thinking stan was functionaly dead for like a few days or something. So yes they are diffrent and there diffreces are thematically important and intentionally nothing in this franchise is an accident and where working with that primis. Lastly, in the book of Bill, I'm assuming that pages from the journal are real and unaltered along with documents. The only thing I will take as true from bill in the book are things backed by other non bill sorces or the show witch I'll cite when we get there strap in.

Luts start easy

1)

Don't mind YouTube auto captions

I'll take over gravity falls and you'll rule with me

2

The outher pine punchs leading to a blue explosion and the thought that oh they might die they didn't.

3)

I couldn't find the one of bill holding them but you know the one

Ok time to get a little harder now

4)

Oh I've hit the photo limit becuse I'm on my phone and like I said I'm sick so I'm not moving but we all remember when gideon and Mable were like "opera glasses" in sync

At the beginning of their friendship, they both show their bonding into deeper feelings for each other by saying the same thing at the same time.

5)

Giddeon also blames dipper for Mable breaking up with him and bill blames stan for getting between him and Ford, also his plans in the book of Bill.

Ok I think that's enough evidence now let me tell you why this is important, starting with their timeliness.

1) villain becomes friends with pines.

2) villain offers pines everything they want (Mable clothes and glitter Ford knowledge of the univers)

3) villain trys to manipulate

4) the split

Mable eventually learns to reject gideon when he gets between her and dipper (by trying to kill him)

Ford at first is completely gungho about bills plan (yes at this point he still wants what bill is offering and gideon dint but he also dint have his sibling to talk him down and that's the point that Ford was vunerable without Stanly to protect him like dipper protected Mable by interfering). When Ford sees bills true nature he dose cut it off like Mable ( as far as wether or not ford is actually into bill romantically using this lens you can go both ways but it kind of dosnt matter. Either he didn't like bill and didn't see that he was uping the romance the way Mable dint see what gideon was doing at first. Or he did see and either willfully played along or was genuinely into the triangle becuase agin old pines are the bad ending that made bad choices. The old men's mistakes are to be learned from kids.)

5) villain react violently

When gidion trys to take Mable by force a thing gideon says bill explained to him (Bill told him to do the love cage same as in the book same as the pyramid in the show) dipper saves her becuse twins that stay together stay alive.

Ford gets solidly mind tortured for what I assume is a couple weeks in the book of bill. ( based on one of the postit note back and forward was every night that's about 6 days and there's about 6 days of mind shanigans recorded after I might have miss counted though) Ford FINALLY calls stan who saves him... by acidently pushing him through a portal, well it works.

6) villain is PISSED and ups the anti by trying to take over gravity falls (wow that's crazy it happend twice ).

7) they resync here villain says their favorite Pines is the love of their life we'll rule together over gravity falls (wether they like it or not)

8) the twin comes to save the villains favorite pines and they punch the shit out of the villain.

9 the pines learn a lesson of twins who stick together stay alive

Now for my point

So besides I think this is some killer writing. I am going to be anoying now becuse yes Bill haveing a fat crush on Ford is cannon and yeah I think that's a big deal because Alex made my queer coded villain king actually queer and that's just deeply cool. Alex set up a standard for what toxic men pursuing a unrequited relationship is and then had Bill do that that's not a acident and the doubling down in the book of bill adding more parallels than we already had from the show witch was alot makes this cristal clear. Now agin how Ford felt we can go back and forward about, but bill no that bitch gay sorry; our god Alex decreed it and there's nothing you can do about it. Thanks for reading K thanks Bye

Special thanks to my crazy girlfriend for editing this 😅 yes it was worse

[lexicorp]

Transformers Earthspark: Another Place, Another Prison

So this chapter is based round S3 E4, and his rising salt, anxiety, and denial plus partial acceptance. No soldier left behind my aft. That what they like to call /irony/ :)

I'm def hoping the pacing is still decent on this one, I kinda tend to style it in tandem with his train of thought and tendency to blank out lol.

Previous/First Chapter: The Need For Read

Next Chapter: Judgment Day

Chapter 2: No Soldier Left Behind

More and more of the sun’s annoyingly repetitive up and down cycle over the horizon has come and gone. Starscream had determined that he didn’t have to worry too much about energon for now, with the chaos energy seeming to work for him as a sort of supplement. Aftermath and Spitfire have even been rather entertaining these last few cycles, despite their acting being rather lackluster. Seriously, did he have to do all the work? He’s already orchestrating a hundred percent of the dialogue. 

Regardless, they were more fun than failing to break down the door, or the window, over and over again. Blasters didn’t work. Using the extractor didn’t work as some sort of remote like it did for Mandroid. The stupid door apparently only listened to Hashtag in that way. Why couldn’t he command energy into its circuits to yield to his will? What was the difference? And Primus, whose optics can handle so much punishment before cracking?? Why was it being this difficult? He should be out of here by now! As if this pathetic cage wasn’t the least of his worries with that damned dome out there that only the Malto’s seemed to be capable of opening. 

He tossed the spear back and forth in his servos as he sighed in frustration. Then, a shutter rattled up his frame from his peds to wings uncomfortably, yet familiar as the chaos energy electrified his senses from one of its unpredictable surges. He had in-vented harshly and held it for a considerable amount of time as his systems absorbed the fuel to rejuvenate whatever energon he had left. After it subsided, he shook out his frame and cleared his throat. 

Starscream's optics flickered with the crimson electricity, and with a shaky servo he rubbed them with annoyance. The odd side effects of this energy had started to become quite apparent to him, and they were… inconvenient. He didn’t need help feeling his anger, thank you, and the shaking. It made him too twitchy. He can’t make a fool out of himself by being a spazzy, erratic mess when the time came to face the others. 

Starscream glanced back at Spitfire and Aftermath. At least they couldn’t verbally make fun of him, but the looks on their faces at his state still managed to show judgment as the surge dissipated from their frames. His optic twitched to spite him as it turned red for a moment before he turned his heel in their direction, waving around the spear.

“Oh HA-HA go ahead and laugh, sure, what else can you do hm? At least I am trying to figure something out.” Starscream knew they were thinking it. Knew they thought he was pathetic. They thought it was funny that the door wouldn’t listen to him. Would it listen to them? Well they won’t even get off their afts to try! 

“Actually…” He started in thought as he strutted over to them with a little purr in his tone, “Maybe you could help. If it listened to the Terrans, perhaps it is simply a matter of CNA.” He picked up Spitfire and took her and the spear back towards the door. He carefully maneuvered the little drone to place her hand against it, then he injected her spark with more chaos energy to perhaps give a jump for it to receive the signal. The lights across the surface went red, but otherwise did nothing. Again. 

His servos and wings shook violently with frustration, but upon feeling the strength of his growing grip around the small mech in his servo, he stiffened. Then ex-vented into a laugh. “Well! We tried! Good effort Sprite! You did great, grade-A performance! We just have a bit of a tough crowd.” 

He reeled back around to the table and placed Spitfire back down to lean against Aftermath, this time arranging her arms to be crossed and one leg propped up. She kept tipping but he eventually got it to work. Then he pulled up Aftermath’s arm to try and have him lean his faceplace on his servo. This was even more precarious, but soon enough it was perfect. And they looked just a bit more like themselves, which made him smile just a bit more genuinely. He had even adjusted their optic lids to show a twinge of expression.

Why the surges hadn’t made them show some sort of signs of coming back online was beyond him. It’d been too long, some part of him knew, yet he still stubbornly thought they’d come to any cycle now. They’d be fine. Aftermath wasn’t nearly as likable or, frankly, bright, but he was certainly looking forward to hearing Spitfire’s snarky voicebox again. Even if she immediately overstepped her rank, which she would and possibly deserved too after everything, he wouldn’t care. 

Now the pride he felt about his handiwork was tainted by some odd feeling in his spark that made him think of that Terran Hashtag. He certainly hoped she was not damaged in his efforts to forge New Cybertron. He wished it had been her that came with that other troop cycles ago, then maybe she would have… No most likely not. It’s dangerous in the dome, and she didn’t trust him anymore. Smart. She shouldn’t try and come here. Watch out for herself instead.

Starscream slid down to sit his back against the table towards the window. Primus he wished he could fly more than useless circles in this cramped place. Instead he prodded at the tip of the spear to feel the controlled little pricks against his plating. The sensation was something to focus on besides the dull faces of the chaos kids, Hashtag’s betrayed expression, the Decepticons, Autobots, G.H.O.S.T; he didn’t want to think about any of it. 

Then he heard the blazing fire of a crashing ship, and saw it shoot across the Titan’s view to ram across the Earth’s surface. Starscream gasped in surprise and shot to his peds, “How did it not just hit the barrier…?” He vented with an air of bafflement, and glanced up at the sky to barely see it reshaping itself after apparently just opening for this thing. Too bad Warp or Nova weren’t there to take advantage of it. Alas, all that came through was a busted up ship. How was that going to be useful? Especially with an unknown mech, or more inside. He supposed the Decepticons could commandeer it and Shockwave could surely make the necessary repairs. Oh but the Auto-glitches would certainly come prancing in here to ruin that plan.

Starscream scoffed as he turned away from the window to pace again. “Good luck with that,” He voiced bitterly. It wasn’t his problem unfortunately, seeing as he still couldn’t get out of his current mess. He whacked Aftermath over the helm playfully, “Hey what do you want to bet that the Autobots will blow that thing up rather than let the Decepticons leave the planet?” He bends down to nudge Spitfire, “Oh you want to wager that they’ll try and reason with the cons to let them take the ship! Never going to happen. You’re insane, little Sprite. And I’ll bet 5 energon cubes–or… we don’t have that but still– that they’ll start shooting at each other immediately.” With such glorious stakes, she had no choice but to be absolutely riveted by his proposal. 

Starscream sauntered away from the two in the anticipated victory to lean against the optic window with one leg lifted slightly. His wings naturally maneuvered out of the way, and he adjusted his optics to focus in as much as he could at what could be happening at the downed ship.

Eventually, the smoke subsided and the Decepticons were the first to arrive, apparently under the direction of Shockwave. It of course made the most sense, yet his spark ached to be down there in his stead. Surprisingly, the cons decided to shoot at the ship quite quickly, even before it had begun fighting back. Why would they want to damage it further? The idiots. They should have at least focused fire on the door. It wasn’t his mission to handle though, and Shockwave obviously wasn’t used to giving clear direction. 

Soon enough, the bots did arrive. Accompanied by Megatron. How fun. Starscream’s favorite part was when the ship of course began to target the fool due to his insignia. Or when he and his precious Prime squabbled about him staying behind, and then him defying it. Seeing Megatron behave as a rebellious little miscreant was quite amusing, he will admit. Yet his spark burned with the thought that Megatron wouldn’t get an axe to the helm for such a crime. Megatron would never understand, and will never be made to will he? Of course he was allowed to question Prime. Of course he just got to waltz around with them. Halfheartedly fighting off his former fellow Decepticons like he cared. Pathetic. 

Use your gun. Starscream thought bitterly at Megatron as he behaved so disgustingly tenderly with the cons. He should just shoot them, like Prime. Why did he just grab at Ravage? He didn’t even toss her aside! 

Starscream’s lax posture had broadened as he now fully faced down the scene and growled, “What was that Megatron?!” The chaos energy flickered from the window and across his frame, illuminating his optics in crimson light. His wings vibrated in his growing anger. “Oh what– you know how to not shoot or punch your way through an interaction now!? Since when?! She’s your opponent! Shoot her! Hit her against a rock! Do something!” He watched on silently for another moment as the slagger of course heard none of his ramblings. Then he chuckled darkly before slamming a shaking fist against the window. “Oh yes, I get it now. I’m just special. Tch. Right. I could try to take it as a compliment, I really could. But you know what? No. It’s stupid. So. Unbelievably. Stupid.” He in-vented sharply as he tried to settle down the fire in his spark from the energy gripping it. He held his helm and growled. Starscream had a right to be angry, but it didn’t help. He couldn’t shoot Megatron himself from here. He couldn’t even tell him off. Starscream was, quite literally, talking to a wall. He hated it. He wanted to destroy it. Destroy him. 

He wanted to incinerate all of them.

More of the chaotic crimson lightning converged on him like his violent thoughts were a light it flocked to. It dug into his spark like it was nestling into a little crevice made just for it to make its home. His vents began to quicken as his whole frame rattled erratically as it tried to distort his vision.

He hated it. He didn’t actually want to destroy everything and everyone, that would be moronic! He liked at least two of the people that could be down there right? And destroying it all wouldn’t leave much to govern over. Why did the stupid corrupted Emberstone power have to behave like this?

As Starscream fought against the urge to blast everything in sight, he vaguely felt himself ram against the wall and slide down to the floor. He could hardly think with the screaming in his processor, and audials now that he mentions it. It was probably him. He was the only vocal one there. But he couldn’t let this Primus forsaken power control him, he controlled it, slag it all. 

Yet eventually, his optics flickered online and he flapped out his wings in tune. When he looked around, there were blast marks everywhere, mainly at the window as smoke still hovered around it. Frag. Even poor Spitfire and Aftermath were now somehow thrown against the wall instead of their proper positions. He found himself staring blankly at the little dents in their frames as they laid crumpled on the floor. He just stood there with wide optics. He had done it, all of it, but he didn’t remember. Was that what had happened before? Could the power also rob his memory? 

Starscream’s servo mindlessly reached to cover his mouth as he finally looked away toward nothing else in particular. That was until he remembered the ship. He should probably continue monitoring that… right.

As he approached the window, Spitfire’s twin flew across with something trailing behind her. They were near him! What were they doing? He pressed his servos against the glass and watched intently. Perhaps their plan was to use the chaos energy around the Titan to boost the downed ship to get it out? Yes, that was it. They were to use that string as a sort of cable for their engine. Apparently the cons and bots were all fighting again. Good. But who was going to get the ship if that Terran was the one who obtained its power? Now this could be interesting. He wasn’t sure either him or Spitfire were going to win that bet now. 

It seemed like it was quite the effort, but the Terran Twitch and whoever else did manage to charge the ship. He was a bit disappointed that she hadn’t at least stopped by the Titan’s optics for even one moment to try and talk to him before leaving. Too focused on the mission he supposed, he could respect that. Then as it turned out, the Decepticons got a hold of the ship! Although the Prime and Megatron ran a bit of interference… and Megatron jumped ship for the Prime… what in the Pit.

Starscream's optics narrowed at this but snapped open at the realization that he was going to be left behind. “WAIT!” He slammed a fist against the glass in an effort to elicit sound to the outside. “WAIT WHERE ARE YOU GOING? Swing by this way���come ON you useless slagging idiots! Don’t– they can’t leave the barrier right?? Or is that ship just privileged?” It in fact, was. “No no no no– Wait!! Don’t leave me here you ungrateful rust buckets!!” They didn’t listen. The chaos powered, last hope of getting off earth rapidly disappeared into the atmosphere without care of his plight. “GET BACK DOWN HERE!” He banged uselessly over and over again as he screamed at the sky. 

The crimson lightning came flickering through his wings and guiding his peds yet again. He was too distracted. Starscream was beyond frantic. He shot at the walls again. He tried to pull the plating off of any surface he could reach. He kicked, punched, screamed, flew and rammed against the window. 

He should have been able to get out. He should have been able to go with them. He should have been able to beat the slag out of Megatron, and command the Decepticons to victory. He hates this planet. He wished the war never landed on earth. They shouldn’t have been here. Starscream shouldn’t be here. The Terrans could claim it all they wanted. He just wanted OUT. Out of this room, off this planet, away from this invasive power of Quintus’ creation. Why had he thought this was a good idea? Trying to use it like it wouldn’t blow up in his face like everything always did. Why did magic always have to be so weird?!

This time when his processor was returned to him, the Earth’s star had been hidden from view and the only light that remained came from the ruined city and the dim green spark that still evaded complete annihilation. This time, Sprite and A.M were spared further damage, but his own frame was not so lucky. Although they were superficial at best. Some crushed plating from… maybe ramming the door somehow? A bent wing, an aching helm, scuffs all over his peds and servos. All things he could manage and no spilled energon. 

Starscream’s wings twitched as a bit of lingering lightning flitted through them, and his hands did a little of their own little spazzes. Ugh. He was tired. So he sat unmoving, much like the Terrans who laid across from him, for quite some time. Apparently enough for the sun to return. He sighed and pulled himself up to approach the other two mechs. 

“Alright kids, looks like it’s officially just us now. Won’t that be fun?” Starscream managed a fake little smile. He nudged Spitfire to the side first before hoisting Aftermath’s arm over his shoulder and led the big lug back to his seat. Then retrieved Spitfire, simply laying her down gently on the table. 

He glanced around the room before blankly staring out the window again. He began to laugh, just a twinge manically. “They surely are missing the uniquely rowdy parties we’re having in here now, aren’t they? Of course, this is the ultimate place to be right, kids? We have the best seats in the city! And besides, who needs those other guys when we have each other and all that disgusting autobot slag. Ew, I can’t believe I even just said that.” He slumped a bit before dancing around his little crew. “Yet alas, you may be mad at me, but we’re stuck so you have no choice but to adore me. A glorious fate, really, I assure you! Oh what was that? You never even want to leave now? Oh shut up idiot, you suckup.” He backhanded Aftermath on the shoulder plating. “Sprite here knows we’re doomed and it’s all my fault.” 

 Starscream froze a moment at the fact his glossia had uttered his fictional dialogue to proclaim such a thing. He then chuckled emptily in a way that begged to devolve further. “Woah what was that? I didn’t hear anything. It must have been the wind. Of which, definitely can get in here.” 

No one’s coming, they’ll never get out.

The best time to have a fake little party to boost morale! 

His vast imagination had never steered him wrong before, although perhaps Quintus had other ideas, as for a moment he swore he heard Spitfire give a little, “Sure, keep talking ya nutjob.” Even as her eyes remained dead, and her glossia never moved.

Right. The wind.

[xjulixred45x]

SatoSugu x Reader with past and Personalilty like Subaru Sakamaki

Genre: VERY LARGE Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings: issues related to SEXUAL ABUSE, PSYCHOLOGICAL ABUSE AND ISOLATION (all to Reader's mother), mental problems, bad parenting, Reader's father, thanks to this reader has ANGER PROBLEMS and goes to the PSYCHOLOGIST, hurt with Comfort, Angst, Fluff . LONG POST.

You being born was a Curse itself. Thats what you thoug, thats what EVERYONE in your family thoug...thats what your own mother thoug. The woman that was suppose to love you more than anything, that would have to protect you...she despiste you.

O well, it was not always like that, you remeber growing up and heard the stories, how your mother was in her young, the "White rose" of all the clans, because she was the fairest of them all...she was beautifull. Was.

I mean, she was still frankly beautiful, even if she had to stay away from everyone to avoid killing everyone who crossed her path (or herself...), she still had a delicate and beautiful bearing, but you understood why they said she had "withered" or rather, you knew the cause.

YOU.

For started, your mother had a VERY bad temper even BEFORE all this happened, so when it DID happen, she went into a Big Bad downfall in her mentalhealth.

The moment you were born, your mother's already deplorable mind declined incredibly, becoming bipolar and unstable, violent and erratic, all because of YOUR fault.

You still remember that during your first years of life, it didn't use to be so bad, because you two could spend time together, especially at parties, where she would always keep you in sight.

But there was odd, horrible moments as well, where your mother lose all the control she have over herself and start screaming, crying,and she would say very, very hurtful things.

"You are an abomination."

I am dirty...

"GET AWAY FROM ME!!-"

"YOU--MONSTER!!!"

It took you a while to realize what was causing these erratic episodes in your mother, but once you did, it was very obvious.

YOUR FATHER.

your father had raped your mother to have you. for no particular reason other than to experiment with their ritual techniques.

It made you sick.

You started to justify your mother, because of course, she was obviously mean to you because she was only taking out her anger on someone (which happened to be you), and you ended up doing the same, you took out your anger on whoever made you the least bit angry.

It was the only form of all these emotions that you knew and that you had been "taught" after all.

and in a way you saw it as a kind of "bonding" with your mother.

and you thought that your mother also had disgust for him, hatred. and that's why you could empathize with her, love her even, as you two have the same loating for the same man.

But the realilty hit you like a truck...

When a certain party happens, you were still a little young, but you remember it vividly. You tried to protect your mother when your father came to see her, putting yourself between them.

and she slapped you... and left with him...

It was the last time you saw your mother outside. The next times would be inside a CAGE "tower" inside your clan's residence. You couldn't see her often though.

Her before "sometimes unestable but torerable behavior" went to "total bipolar and psicotic, Sucidal" behavior

You lost the count of all the times she instulted and degrade you just to pass to be a sobbing mess, begging you to leave her alone, then remember she hate being alone and then pleaded that you kill her.

You still got the knife even...

You also grew up in your own personal cage, but of repressed anger. No matter how much you tried to fight with your father or beg him to give you your mother back, he would just walk away with a smile on his face.

so you took out your anger in the only way you knew how, aggression. but eventually you realized that it wouldn't help you much.

You realised when you entered Jujustu Tech.

Thanks to your "family situation" the professor Yaga offer you(much like more that he make you) to go to Therapy. So your cursed energy would't be SO conflicted. And at the beggin, it was kind of funny.

Even though you went to therapy, you maintained a certain reputation as a "bad student" in many ways. You arrived late, your personalized uniform was torn and looked like that of a criminal, you kept your distance from your classmates (who were only 3), etc.

but your attempts to draw attention away from you ended up doing just the opposite.

More when you proved to be so hot-headed.

There they saw an opportunity for "possible connection" TO MEET WITH YOU.

Gojo was the first to make a move. He asked you for your name (since you hadn't even introduced yourself)

You REALLY didn't want to talk to him, but you said your name under your breath (progress?) and turned away from him.

Gojo was a little surprised by your grumpy attitude but didn't think much of it and started asking you questions (ignoring the fact that you barely answered half of them).

It took Geto longer to get closer, but he did when they had to do some work together and he realized that you're actually pretty good at SEVERAL subjects.

and in several of those subjects you were doing horrible academically.

He's not one to meddle in other people's lives, but he didn't want you to get in trouble for something you could CLEARLY do better.

so he took advantage of a break that you had in the classroom (which is strange because normally you just disappear and reappear to continue the class) and asked you if you were having any problem why you were doing so poorly in class (along with your other problems )

You just yelled at him to leave you alone and left the room, muttering something about how it was a bad idea to have made that contribution.

He ended up generating the opposite reaction to what he wanted.

Gojo makes fun of him a little, but as soon as he realized it was you, he had an idea.

From then on, both of them would be constantly behind you.

not in a creppy way, but in a "do your best!" way.

They would be constantly trying to encourage you to socialize, contribute more to assignments, improve your attendance, things like that.

Sure, from time to time they made fun of your angry nature, but as soon as they touched on a sensitive topic they didn't do it again.

Gojo was the one who took advantage of your anger the most, he couldn't help it! It's so funny for him to see you all sulking over something so small.

Geto found it somewhat funny, yes, although more in the sense that he saw you like a kitten, all fluffy, all angry, so cute~

They were also able to see beyond the "delinquent" layer that you had, you turned out to be someone more sensitive and sweet than they expected.

When you finally relaxed and allowed yourself to laugh with them (or at them), Suguru and Satoru could SWEAR that you were glowing with uncharacteristic joy, and one they couldn't get enough of.

although of course, you could have perfectly put out an eye of either of them. They realized very quickly when they touched on sensitive topics.

Like one time you swore a lot during a practice fight with Satoru, and he said "do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" and...GOD, you almost knocked him out and he almost left you because he was so shocked.

Suguru understood faster than Satoru that something about that conversation made you very angry, which pointed to your mother. so for now they decided not to bring it up unless you did.

On another occasion, while in Second Year, a first-year boy wanted to give you a congratulations gift for moving up a grade. What was it? WHITE ROSES.

You practically ripped the bouquet out of his hands, twisted it in every possible way (even if you hurt your hands), you turned them aside and stepped on them, but not before yelling that you HATED ROSES.

The boy was scared more than anything, which made you react and realize that you had made a horrible mistake to someone who was just being nice.

You apologized quickly and went to do what you knew how (get out your anger), but you only broke things, over and over again while you replayed everything in your head.

She was right about you.

She was right.

You're disgusting

you are STAINED

YOU ARE A MONST---

Satoru and Suguru had no problem reaching you, thanks to Gojo's 6 eyes and Geto's curses. What they DID have problems with was calming you down. Were you in some kind of rage episode...or panic? They didn't know how to say, just that you weren't well.

Gojo knew that you were angry and that you were going to therapy for it, but he didn't think it was THAT serious, he tried to keep a certain distance so as not to upset you more and Geto talked to distract you and calm you down slowly.

Little by little you became tired, both because of having broken so many things about the place where you were and the mental fatigue, along with the words of the two of them, helped you to calm down faster.

they didn't say anything or ask anything, it wasn't their place, you appreciated that, aside, even if you said it at the time, it wasn't a justification for acting like a jerk.

Eventually that year ended and summer arrived, it was by far the summer that you were least at home, you were no longer clinging to the idea of your mother or your hatred for your father, now you could...be a normal teenager.

They did more normal teenage things.

you went riding a bike, you went to watch basketball games, you went to the movies together, you practiced your techniques, you did stupid things...

It was the most at peace you had felt in a long time, being able to spend time with someone without any double meaning felt new.

so you decided at the end of the summer to tell them about your family.

You left a private meeting point, making it clear what you wanted to do, so that they understood how serious it was for you. and they did not give up.

They were unusually punctual. and they listened to everything you had to say, confirmed several things they had in mind, and were surprised by others.

although they undoubtedly felt empathy for you. Now MANY THINGS made sense. your attitude, your family, everything.

They really appreciated that you were THAT vulnerable with them specifically. and they kept your secret very well.

(I don't think they interacted with your father, but if they did in the past, if they saw that you didn't like him, they acted in a similar way, now it's the same thing, but ten times worse (:<)

In third year you were better than you had been in years honestly, sure, you were still hot-headed and impulsive, but you had made great progress with therapy and the support of your friends.

Speaking of, if your relationship with them becomes something more intimate, I think they would both be HELLBENT of you went to live or in the school dormitories or even one of their houses, simply the idea of you sleeping in the same house that your father gives them chills now.

They want to know your mother although they are afraid to say it, they have very mixed opinions of her, on the one hand they see her as another victim of your father who must receive psychological treatment....but on the other hand they cannot forgive that she has generated a large part of your self-esteem problems with his horrible words.

Ironically it's Suguru who has the hardest time controlling himself around your mother, for a man whose family is EVERYTHING, the mere idea that your own mother has damaged your mind so much...yeah, it's definitely not something simple.

I mean, Satoru has little filter, but he sees your mother much more like you, so it's not that difficult for him to endure an outburst from her.

If your father dies (bless God) and your mother starts to recover mentally, I can even see Gojo getting along with her, it makes her laugh. even Geto can take it more and see genuine regret for her treatment of you. so he forgives her more easily.

Even when they graduate, things keep getting better! They celebrate with you when you are discharged from therapy by going to eat at your favorite place, also taking the children (Megumi, Tsumiki, Mimiko and Nanako) and generally having a good time together.

If by chance your father is still alive, they are definitely burning all the letters or emails that come from him :)

a lot of👏flattery👏in itself they are flattering with a normal s/o, but knowing how poorly you think of yourself? NO SIR, NOT ON THEIR WATCH.

Gojo further shows his support by giving you some expensive gifts that he knows you'll like (which shows that he's been listening and paying attention to you), apart from him being very clingy, but since you're not that used to that, it honestly breaks his heart, so He tries to fix it little by little.

First small things like holding hands, then holding onto his arm, his arm and your waist, etc.

He still likes to make you angry, but the ones like "awww you look so cute when you're irritated" are better than making you really angry.

Geto is chillier, and his love language is based more on acts of service and words of affirmation, he knows how bad a bad emotional experience can leave you (and in your case it persisted until your adolescence) so he tries to Overcome all those LIES bad ideas in your head and replace them with good things.

He helps you with the housework and is the one you go on missions with the most (Satoru is almost always busy) so he tries to protect you as much as he can, even if he knows you don't need it, he thinks it's good that you know that NOW if you have someone to take care of you.

surprise surprise, their main nickname for you is Kitty. according to them the perfect nickname.

"It's soft, fluffy, it looks like it's going to kill you (and it could) but it's a cutie!" -Gojo, probably.

I can see them being more emotionally vulnerable with you, especially if you have had your episodes of suicidal tendencies, they make sure to let you know that they love you through small gestures, more obvious gestures, establishing limits, everything so that the relationship is healthy and you can tell them what you happens.

(You can be sure that they themselves destroyed the knife that your mother gave you, the mere idea that you had it was terrifying)

both of them have definitely given you anti-stress dolls that 1-or have helped you a lot or 2- have ended up shattered by your first outburst of anger. but you always tried to sew it up so as not to ruin it.

Gojo offered a couple of times to train with you and take out your frustrations with it, but it really didn't feel very good to continue using violence as a source of comfort (more so against either of them). so they started looking for hobbies together.

You sleep a lot, too much, maybe it's a product of all the repeated mental fatigue, but at least thanks to this Geto always makes sure to have extra blankets within reach.

He's a little worried, yes, but at the same time he can't deny that it's relaxing in a way to take a nap with you and see you so calm and at peace.

When Gojo joins, it become's a Cuddle Puddle™

As long as it doesn't harm your health, they tolerate it, they themselves don't sleep much, so they are happy that you have better habits than them)

(Since Geto is not corrupted here, his parents are alive) Geto's parents practically adore you. and when you visited them for the first time and they treated you so familiarly and lovingly, you cried.

You like the Gojo Clan, they spoil you a lot, they aren't as affectionate, but they are definitely MUCH friendlier than your paternal family.

The higher-ups tolerate you, they know they shouldn't mess with you, although I definitely think they would take some action against your mother/father.

Honestly there's not much to do anymore.

There are times when you have to end up just like your mother, that one day you will lose yourself and end up like her... it terrifies you. On those types of days they both wrap you in a blanket (like sushi), make your favorite food and generally let you do whatever you want to do (watch movies, talk, play something, etc.).

It is worth knowing that they are there.

Although of course, if your concern arises more from someone (or more specifically, YOUR FATHER) doing something to you that leaves you in that state, they will do the same, only they will hold your face and tell you directly, looking into your eyes , that they would NEVER, EVER, let something like this happen to you as long as they live, EVER.

which is quite surprising, seeing them this serious and even somewhat...off guard, they never thought about that possibility until you brought it to the table.

but in any case it only validates his points about certain things.

(Is it still too late to annihilate your father?)

In general, they are more understanding of you because of your turbulent background but also more patient and willing to be vulnerable to show that they are serious about you. who love you

and above all, they will help you face demons both from the outside world and from the inside.

Thank you for reading ❤️

[iamthejam]

i need to rant about sam right quick.... more specifically the whole demon blood era cause OH MY GOSH.

 sam thought he was doing the right thing yet everything warned him against it: dean, bobby, catiel, angels, HIMSELF, yet his mindset was if he kept a level head he could keep going, but how can you tell if youre going insane?? youre not gonna be like "hey myself, yeah this is totally wrong." sam knew he was helping people. HOW could you stop helping people, doing your job??? he had so much trust in ruby, which saddens me HOW much trust. dean was dead. he wasnt coming back. how is sam supposed to cope with that normally?? the only person he loved more than anything, the person he'd been through everything with, the person that was the thing only grounding him in the insane life they live in. with that gone how are you supposed to go on? well after doing quite literally everything he thought of trying to get dean back, he had no hope. but he needed something to take the place of dean, which ruby had taken the chance in sams weakened state and slipped in. now tell me how sam wasnt going to trust her?? he was blinded, to everything. he did the one thing he knew to do: save people. when someone tells you can save more people, wouldnt you take the opportunity?? sam did.

like i said earlier, he was blinded, so he really couldnt see he was slowly turning himself into something he promised himself he wouldnt, all he saw was the people he saved. when dean finally came back he didnt stop, i mean why would he? he kept going, and going and going, at this point he had almost completely lost himself. it didnt matter that he had dean, he had already come to reality that dean was gone.

now DONT GET ME STARTED ON DEAN FINDING OUT. how could dean not freak? now its deans turn to come to reality: his little brother is addicted to demon blood. what? his sammy?? no, no his sammy wouldnt do that... right? i mean he would see that ruby is no good. right? he would see past the people he was saving and know he was turning himself into a freak. right!?! no. it wasnt his sam. now what is dean supposed to do? it obviously wasnt his brother, his brother wouldnt do that.

so he and bobby did what they thought was the best attempt to help him: cage him. like a violent animal, which was what sam was slowly becoming. 

now if you think that was hard for dean to do, think about sam. sam was being thrown into a panic room because his family thought he was a freak. he was helping people why couldnt they see that? and why couldnt sam see he was losing himself? everybody thought they knew what was best. they thought was right. 

i just cant see. how are you supposed to cage your brother without even talking? how are you supposed to think drinking demon blood was for the greater? i cant see a right here.

when sam was in the bunker room the demon blood threw the last punches it could. it made sam hallucinate, it made him think mary was on his side, that dean and bobby were only scared of his power, it made his younger self talk him down, it made dean say nasty things. it threw him around the room like a rag doll. it made him believe allister was torturing him in the worst ways possible. all this happened as he screamed and screamed; no one came. the people he loved left him to die it felt like.

so when he got free why wouldnt he run as far as he could? as far away from bobby and dean as he could get, mentally and physically.

[moon-m4n]

The casino must have gotten the wrong order. They love owning well behaved harpys to show off and entertain guests but the newest arrival has been anything but we'll behaved. He violently throws fits anytime anyone gets near him. He already killed his first care taker and will do so again. So why did the casino chose you of all people to work with the bird? Well the way the other harpys took to you they assumed this one might take mercy and let you close enough to train him for the floor work.

So here you are standing at the entrance to a murderous peacock's cage. The only thing keeping you safe is the door you now have to open. At least your bosses had the curtsy to have you bring him food so he might not focus on you at first. OK, deep breath and... the door creaks ominously as it slides open. The room is filled with foliage where this large birdman may be able to hide. It would be breathtaking if your fear wasn't in the front of your mind. Even in this tiny room you can tell he is not a safe creature, scratches on the walls and door make that obvious. Deep and ingrained in the metal layers. You rush in wanting to avoid letting him out. If anyone was going to die to day it was only going to be you.

The second the door closed everything seemed to become silent nothing made a sound and no creature showed it's self. You make an effort to blend into the door but just standing there was getting you no where. So you call out in a meak voice. "Excuse me. I have some food if you would like it?"

Was this human crazy. Just 2 days ago I crushed that guy who kept coming in to bother me and now this one just walks right in. I wish this creatures would just leave me alone.

Eliclips had been trying to think of a way out when this odd person barged in. He hated being interrupted and hated being here even more. This company had bought him recently after another incident happen and then got upset when he happened to not be the friendliest bird. The last guy made it clear he was going to bother eclipse every chance he got until he would submit to being a show pony. He nipped that one in the bud as soon as he realized how annoying he was. This new one looked to be the same story exept they seemed to be more calm and little scared. Just the way he likes em. Eclipse finds himself staring at this intruder with intrigue. They stand there nervously looking about. Looking for him. Well he better go introduce himself then. He slinks out of the bushes standing tall and stalking over with little grace. In the moment they can see him their eyes are glued to him and for once he actually likes the attention. He want to have you look at him all the time. Finally making it to the food cart they are using as a barrier, fear creeps into there eyes and for a moment eclipse is ashamed of being the one to do that to them. Just a moment before he reaches out and places his clawed hand on their shoulder. They look panicked. And start trying to explain themselves. He loves the sound of their voice, even panicked. He steps around their cart sheild and leans down to them carefully to not make them run. "I like you" The air freezes and they stop all their pleas for mercy and just stare up at him with a slack jaw. He leans even closer and wraps his hand around their neck not tight just enough to be close, and he slinks around them to hold them from behind clinging like a molted feather would. He wraps his other arm around their waist and pulls them close.

Started writing this after I saw the Harpy eclipse drawing for the blood and feathers au. By @missterious-figure

I don't write much so have mercy. (Actually one of my first public fic post) Enjoy as much as I enjoy this au!!

additional info I just drew the drawing today cuz I really want to have some fan art as the cover for this. I postponed this just to draw that.

[dyns33]

Without warning part 3

Not done yet with Frank and his soulmate !

Contrary to what he had imagined, Ghost had not killed him.

She could have if she had wanted to, no one could stop her with her powers, but she had left Frank alone with his remorse.

In all the scenarios he had imagined, there was no good ending. But he did not expect this one.

Probably because he had planned everything against Ghost based on the few things he had heard, but not with Y/N.

His sweet Y/N.

Sitting in the middle of his safehouse, Frank remembered all the moments spent with her, trying to determine if he could have seen this twist coming. But there was nothing.

If she had premeditated their meetings, Y/N had played the comedy well, and she had to bet on luck, because he could have not even noticed her. Each time, it was him who had approached her. No strange questions, no requests, no violent gestures. In his mind, Y/N was not an enemy.

On the other hand, he was for her now, with what he had done to Deadpool.

That was what happened when you made decisions with your heart, and not with your brain. Afraid of losing someone dear to him like he had lost his family, the Punisher had screwed up, pushing Y/N away and having Wilson captured.

Maybe the talkative mercenary had a complicated past, with many murders under his belt. Frank could repeat that he had had good reasons to eliminate his targets, they were not so different.

If he had been more patient, if he had asked for Micro's help, he could have verified that half of the crimes attributed to Deadpool were simple hypotheses, rumors. He had changed recently, since he had been in his red team with Murdock and the kid.

And damn, if Y/N trusted him, then he couldn't be all bad.

"Where's my brother ?!" she had screamed, pinning him against the wall, her eyes full of tears. "What did you do to him ?!"

"What ? Your brother ?"

"Where is he ?!"

"I don't know ! The secret service took care of it."

"… No." Y/N said with a broken voice, which was enough to freeze him in place. "No, not again."

She had disappeared, not insisting, probably knowing that the Punisher was not a liar. He knew nothing, he had destroyed everything and he had washed his hands of it.

Now he could sit there, convincing himself that she had lied to him, that he had done nothing wrong, to resume the course of his life as if he had never met Y/N. His soulmate. He should have known, he had never been happier with someone since Maria died.

He called Madani. It would probably be useless, but he tried, to make amends without making another victim. But she was not in charge of the Deadpool's case anymore.

Then he went to see Micro.

"Oh, you're in deep shit, real deep shit."

"Thanks. Can you find him ?"

"I'll try, but it won't be easy. I did some research on your Wilson, you know ? I was curious. He didn't have an easy life, with his father, the army, his cancer, the experiments, the death of his soulmate…. You two should start a club."

"… And Ghost ? Y/N… Do you know how they met ?"

"Hmm. Promise me not to destroy my stuff ?"

Frank only punched the wall, making his hand bleed, after Micro was finished.

There had been whispers about Project X when he was in the marines. The generals were fascinated as they were afraid, because mutant soldiers could be useful, but if they were on the wrong side, it would be a disaster.

What was not said was that the test subjects were not volunteers. Desperate, sick, poor, lonely people, who had been duped, found themselves prisoners in cages, tortured, lobotomized, then sold. And sometimes, there were also children.

"Subject 16. Arrived when she was ten years old, impossible to trace before. Tests for three years before there was a result, abilities to become invisible, pass through matter, like a ghost. Disappeared during the explosion of the New York lab. But… The name Y/N appears shortly after, false name, created by a man named Jack Hammer. You probably know him better under the name of Weasel, friend of our infamous Deadpool."

There were pictures. From when the little girl was in her cell, a control collar around her neck to stop her from running away, scared, skinny, bald. And pictures from after. With Wade.

Big brother Wade, who had taken her with him after destroying the lab, giving her a real childhood, with beautiful clothes, stuffed animals, everything so that she would display a magnificent radiant smile, with a normal life.

But when she became an adult, Y/N had wanted to follow him. She had never killed anyone, Deadpool was against it, but she accompanied him for simple missions, thefts, tailing, threats. So she had become Ghost.

"Shit… Shit, shit, shit !" Frank yelled, smashing his other hand against the concrete.

He had hated Ghost. Because she was no good. Because to meet her, he had to live through hell. Because her acquaintances were questionable. He had shot her without hesitation.

Y/N had been through hell too. She had come back from it, she had accepted his bullet, to give him a chance despite everything. Of course, she had not told him who she was, clearly suspicious at first, but they had become friends. More than friends.

It was carnage when Frank found Wilson, in a bunker on the other side of the country. No pity, even less when he saw him, boiled in a small box, with only his head intact if we forgot the sewn mouth.

"Aaaw, Frankie, I knew you loved me deep down !"

"Don't make me regret coming."

"Our love is impossible, dear Castle. I am much too handsome, brilliant and cool for you, sulking emo with your big guns. Nice rifle, new model ? It goes well with your eyes."

"I'm going to leave you in a ditch."

"Nah, you're a nice guy, I think, and you'll miss me too much."

He threw Deadpool in front of the blind old woman's house where he was squatting, ignoring his heartbreaking goodbyes screamed into the night.

Not once had they talked about Y/N in the car. Frank hadn't dared, he didn't think he had the right to.

This was the second time he had hurt his soulmate. He always hurt everyone… Shit, he was starting to sound like that stupid Red. Anyway, there was no point in moping around. He had ruined everything, he would never see her again.

"You saved him."

Or not.

Max barked happily, wagging his tail, not at all afraid to see Y/N appear in front of him, immediately demanding her attention. Without taking her eyes off Frank, she patted him on the head.

On the couch, he was staring at her too, relaxed, waiting to see what was going to happen. Whatever she decided to do, he wouldn't stop her.

"Why did you save him ?" she asked shyly.

"He didn't deserve that. You didn't either… I'm sorry."

Maybe that was why they were soulmates. They could understand each other's pain, but most of all she taught him the need to give a chance.

If Murdock found out, he would show his annoying smile, but if Deadpool hadn't been immortal, if Ghost couldn't dodge bullets, then he would have regretted it for the rest of his life. That didn't mean Red was right. But maybe sometimes he should not shoot, not in the head at least.

As if he were a frightened animal, Y/N came to sit down gently next to him.

"Wade wrote you a thank you poem."

"Hmm."

"I didn't think you'd help us. I know you don't like us very much."

"That's not… I got bad information. He's annoying, a real pain, but I don't hate you."

"You shot me. We exchanged sentences and you shot me."

"… Yeah. I'm an asshole."

Y/N nodded, looking at the ground. It was the end, he had apologized, they could go on their way now, move on.

When she took him in her arms, he was surprised for a second, before immediately grabbing her, gripping it tightly and hoping never to let go again.

They stayed like that, her crying silently, and him doing everything he could to hold back his tears.

But it wasn't sad. It wasn't goodbye, on the contrary.

That was certain when she placed a kiss on his cheek before disappearing again.

And even more certain when Wilson put an arm around him when he joined Team Red for a mission.

"I give you my blessing as the most awesome big brother in the universe, welcome to the family Frankie love. If you make my Y/N cry again, I'll cut you up like sashimi."

"Oh, you and Mrs. Ghost are together ?! So cool ! I'm happy for you, Mr. Punisher !"

"How do you know he's talking about Ghost ?"

"She's super nice, Mr. Devil ! We talk often, she… She found out my identity, after helping me, and since I was panicking, she told me her name to reassure me while she was healing me."

"… You were hurt ?"

"You knew Y/N was Ghost ?"

"Aaaw, that's sweet, my little Spidey and my little Ghosty are friends ! I should be sad that she didn't tell me anything, but she knows that I would have been jealous, while respecting the code of honor of the secret identity. Bro code ! I'm proud of her !"

"Since when did you know, kid ?!"

"I asked him not to say anything, don't be mad at him."

Red growled, continuing to jump every time Ghost spoke near him, reminding him that he was unable to detect her if she decided to be completely invisible. He quickly changed the subject to talk about the mission, but everyone had noticed.

Once the plan was explained, they split into two groups, Y/N with the kid and Wade, Frank with Daredevil.

But before jumping from the roof, and on each of the missions that followed, he felt ghost lips against his.

[eldritch-spouse]

Probably impossible, but I thought what if whenever you die, your soul talks to dorem, keeps him company. Until you go onto your next life. In every life you had, your soul, without any memories of the previous interactions, came back to dorem and just gave him someone to talk to. To give him just a little bit of peace.

I highly doubt that it works like that, but I just thought it'd be interesting. Another way his obsession could be sparked perhaps.

Also the angst of you constanly leaving him to start a new life. Not like you have much of a choice.

[Good idea! <:0]

It's more likely that your soul entices Dorem in general.

He likes it. He can't describe why, but it's a beautiful soul to him. Most of the time, he hardly looks twice at the selves he passively collects, nor does he care too much about what state they go back to the living, but yours catches his attention completely.

Dorem holds it in his gaunt, spidery hands, caging it, stroking over it ever so gently. You're a gorgeous shining hue and it makes the blackness of his torso flutter in some desperate desire to have more. Sometimes he thinks about absorbing you, but he knows it would mean never seeing such a peculiar soul again. Ever needful of stimulus and happiness, Dorem becomes greedy, making rapturous sighs when he realizes you've died, that you've come back to him- Like you always do.

Was your life good, little one? Did you do everything you wanted to?

It felt longer than the last time you left him. Just his luck, you might have been a monster with an incredible lifespan... Welcome back.

In his growing addiction, the spawn would cling to your soul for as long as he could, whispering to it, murmurs of foreign words and calls. Things you'd remember hearing in your next life without knowing who spoke them to you or when. At one point, his depravity would have him lick you, though very quickly retracting that gluttonous tongue as soon as its darkness reached out in corrosive tendrils.

Much to Dorem's immense sadness, these heavenly moments are only just that, moments, you have to leave him. You always leave.

He can feel everything around him fade to gray, shapes blurring past him, days blending into weeks and months and years- All of it nothing but one wispy drawn-out sigh until you're back once more.

It gets unbearable really. His life is cyclical by definition, but this one cycle he's established with you, in a very one-sided manner, is tearing him apart. Dorem can't bear it anymore.

He starts making sure you die early.

It's cruel. It's disgusting. But he sends you back with small ailments, thorns. Illnesses.

Through the midst of his endless apathy, the ruler of Limbo finds enough compassion to ensure your untimely deaths aren't traumatizing in nature. You die peacefully in your sleep, organs shutting down one by one. Sometimes you'll just feel slightly dizzy out of nowhere, and that's the end of your journey.

Dorem realizes things have gone a touch too far when he hovers inside your bedroom. He likes to be there when you're about to die, to welcome you back with open arms... But this time, he doesn't want to.

He knows, boy does he, that lessers aren't supposed to have contact with him. That he's not to be seen or heard from among the living-

But lords above, he would rot entire continents just to have you acknowledge his presence for a single second.

You wake up with a freezing touch to your cheek, the scent of smoke making you sneeze to awareness. The first thing you see are his eyes. Those unmoving, glowing, sunken pits of decay- And you scream, because of course you would. Instincts are unavoidable.

Dorem's entire spine shakes in a violent shudder of satisfaction. Even your terror is perfect.

You're clutched, embraced by his freakishly long arms, kicking and squirming for less than a minute, as a sensation of fatigue takes over every one of your limbs. You feel mildly dissociated from your form, hearing distant whispering about how he's sorry. It must be frightening.

But he just needs to have you with him.

Alive this time.

[ampleappleamble]

pillars of eternity ask, 13, 20, and 22 <3

13. how does your watcher relate to their culture?

answered!

20. what is your watcher's family life like?

Axa had an unusually small family compared to the rest of her community. this is largely due to her parents' own family situations growing up: her mother was born a slave in Readceras and escaped to Ixamitl totally alone as an adolescent, while her father was the son of a respected warrior in his remote village who had rejected his father's attempts at strongarming him into following in his footsteps by running away from home, traveling across the continent alone, and becoming a cartographer in a city built around a bustling lore college. unfortunately, their family only ever shrunk again after Axa's younger brother Tico was born. an Avian godlike, his birth rendered their mother infertile, putting a very abrupt end to her dream of having a large family with lots of children. she became bitter, and her demeanor drove her husband to working more and more, spending longer and longer amounts of time away from home. finally he promised to do one last big job and then he'd accept a job in the lore college his daughter would be starting at next year, allowing him to stay closer to home and family. instead, he vanished without a trace while out on that last job, leaving Axa's mother the sole caretaker and earner for their little household. an artisan by trade, Axa's mother had little choice but to resort to plucking her godlike son's feathers to use in her totems and amulets, making her stock stand out against her competitors' but sowing resentment in her children. Axa loves and misses her father, having been closer to him than to her mother, but she can't help but wonder if instead of meeting some terrible fate he just... got tired of it all and left them to start a new life. he'd done it before, after all. she loves her mother, but is infuriated by her quickness to judge and her flimsy excuses for her own bad behavior. she loves her little brother Tico (his full traditional Ixamitec name translates to Brave Little Bird Hops Out of His Cage) but wishes he'd stand up for himself more against their mother. Tico is a conscientious young man who insists on staying with their mother as he's the only family she has left and he feels she needs him. while she only visited her mother once between Pillars 1 and Deadfire, Axa loves to have Tico come and visit her every now and then– he adores his adopted niece Vela, and he was halfway through a trip back to Caed Nua from Dyrford with her when Eothas rose. as a mother herself, Axa is... not exactly neglectful toward Vela, but definitely not as engaged and present as she really ought to be. mostly it's due to her fear of fucking up as a parent the way her own parents did, but she also acknowledges that she leads a rather intense and violent life and she doesn't want Vela accidentally getting hurt. their relationship is pretty poor after she returns home from training in the Vailian Republics, gets a little better after a long visit from Uncle Birdy (Tico), then it really improves during Deadfire with Vela on board her ship. by the time Axa gives birth to Teo, she and Vela are very close. as a wife, Axa is fiercely loyal, intensely proud and supportive of her husband, and seldom goes where her Aloth cannot follow. (their Thing with Vatnir is enthusiastically agreed upon by all three parties)

Vaargys didn't have a family growing up. he barely even had a clan: his biological father was the clan's elderly priest who had sworn himself to celibacy so that he would remain pure from the seductive lies of Berath's Wheel by interacting with the cycle of life and death as little as possible, which included refusing to induce a soul's reincarnation by way of fathering any children that might receive that soul. Vaargys' biological mother was the priest's young acolyte, a woman barely out of girlhood who sought to become a priest so she could take the vow of celibacy too, to avoid her fate of having to become a clan mother someday as the thought of pregnancy and childbirth terrified and disgusted her. in the end, the old priest broke his vow and cruelly manipulated his acolyte into a single forbidden tryst with him. of course she got pregnant from it and died in childbirth, and as it was honestly pretty obvious what had happened, their child was forsaken by the whole clan as a portent of doom. Vaargys was a symbol of their priest's lack of discipline and true piety, proof that he was unfit to lead and that the clan was destined to perish. he was fed and clothed and educated like the other children, but he was not cherished as a child of the clan. he was not allowed to sing their epics nor to attend religious rituals and rites, no one shared anything with him unbidden and even when they had no choice but to include him they did so with reluctance and stinginess. it didn't take him long to put two and two together as a child when he realized that out of the entire clan, only he and the old priest had the exact same golden-yellow eyes, but he never saw the point in confronting the old man, and the old priest avoided his misbegotten son like a bad memory, having said maybe ten words to the boy before his eventual death in Vaargys' young adulthood. it's worth noting that his mother, who he'd never met, did appear to him in the first vision he ever had, urging him to seek the path of the Eyeless Face. he obeyed, because as he says, "one ought always take advice from one's mother's ghost, ja? that's just common sense." Vaargys took Vela under his benevolent wing partially out of an emotional camaraderie he felt with the poor orphaned babe, and as her papa he absolutely spoils her rotten, lavishing her with gifts and cooing lovingly at her in Ordhjóma (which he never actually taught her.) she's annoyed by his overly effusive affection sometimes, and she certainly knows how to use him to get what she wants, but overall Vela is a good-hearted child who doesn't abuse the considerable power she has over her adoptive father. usually.

22. what has your watcher been doing between poe1 and poe2?

answered!

[ladystoneboobs]

"So long as Theon Greyjoy sits in your father's seat with your brothers' blood on his hands, these other foes must wait," Catelyn told her son. "Your first duty is to defend your own people, win back Winterfell, and hang Theon in a crow's cage to die slowly. Or else put off that crown for good, Robb, for men will know that you are no true king at all." From the way Robb looked at her, she could tell that it had been a long while since anyone had dared speak to him so bluntly. -Catelyn II, aSoS

no, but the way that even in asos post-jaime release, catelyn's still the only one who can speak to robb so bluntly, with no pushback from him here (only a hint of defensiveness, but no assertion of kingly authority), but only bc she's urging him onto violent vengeance befitting a warrior king. the detoriation of their relationship had a lot to do with him being crowned and the reverse in power dynamics, but there was also a shift in messaging from catelyn. when they first reunited after ned's arrest, she wasn't happy about him leading the army but agreed it was too late to turn back, and furthermore, more importantly agreed that they had to go to war regardless as the only way to save their family, bluntly telling him victory on the field was the only way to do that and that if he lost they'd all die. afterwards, once ned was beyond rescue, she changed her tune to talk of peace to save her daughters. being a woman is not too much a dealbreaker in itself for robb or most of his vassals (see mormont women fighting in all robb's battles) but acting too soft, too much like a worried mother, and later treating the king himself as still a child to be protected, that's just going too far. a warzone is no place for a woman who can't fight and worse, can't even be gung-ho enough to support all her son's violence while worrying about the danger he's in and the plight of her other children.

"kings aren't supposed to have mothers" is a sword that cuts both ways against mother and royal teen son. a boy who comes into power at 15 is only a year away from westerosi coming of age, "almost a man grown", and so must prove his manhood accordingly from the start. a boy of that age should become a man upon his father's death, so a surviving parent still treating him as their child is surplus to requirements. more convenient if she could be politically dead too, fading into the background and not asserting herself too much as a mother to the teen ruler. by the standards of their society, not only is he ranked above her once coming into power but it's his job to protect her as manly head of the family, certainly not the other way around. by the time of asos, robb is officially a man grown at 16, but has also made his own softhearted mistakes. first, by releasing his buddy theon no strings attached (a choice i doubt those lords who fought against balon's first rebellion liked any more than catelyn did), and then, compounding the original theon-related mistake, marrying jeyne westerling at the cost of his military cause after falling into her bed in his grief over theon's alleged murders of bran and rickon. he can publicly pardon his mother's release of jaime as a magnanimous king understanding a mother's womanly softness, but has all the more reason to assert his own manly strength once again. that prick lord karstark was the only one actually expecting the king to punish his own mother for treason, but most of the other lords, like the greatjon umber, could only forgive her in a patronizing way. "It was a mother's folly. Women are made that way." surely, they'd all think she had just proved they were right to dismiss her talk of peace before the greatjon made robb king, and surely they'd believe she'd fully proven she was not fit to be a trusted adviser after ned's death. what kind of weak mama's boy would still listen to a hysterical, grieving mother who cared more about her children's safety than winning the war? after making his own unwise choices driven by love, robb could not be contaminated by catelyn's. the king who lost the north had to lose his mother at his side too to compensate. kill the always respectful son looking to his mother for answers to let the king be born, or something.

[s1lly-billy]

silly thoughts and theorys (cry for help)

THE OTHER DAY WE GOT LOTS OF JUANAFLIPPA. FLIPPA IS VERY TALKATIVE! We got the tasks done. Let's go over the tasks first. There's a pattern of FLIPPA having tasks specifically targeting Charlies likes/hates. It's like hes being surveyed discreetly by juana or whoever makes the tasks. She's very addament about tending to and discovering Charlies feelings in the moment.

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ON FLIPPAS TRUE IDENTITY.

At this point we all know she's secretly code, with the way she types, her not dislikeing the codes even tho she was attacked by a monster once before. We KNOW she's a code, but this doesn't rule out it's still flippa. Flippa seems to know about the federation, and remembers ElMariana, plenty about Slimecicle, and Roier..? On Roier, she knows plenty about him, most likely because of her original attachment to him when she was in her early life, he took care of her a lot along with Tiline. It seems she's been transformed into code, or is collapsing back into code.Or there's the worse and more likely reason. Sorry to break your heart my friends. Flippa is a code sent by the other codes to control the players and hurt the federation with the players power and rage against them. In the wise words of Gegg, "rage not against the beast but the man who seeks to cage it."

CodeFlippa was possibly trained to know certain things about vulnerable players and their pasts. For example using Slimecicles desire to make up for everything he's done, and she's infecting him slowly, for a unknown reason. My guess is, to attack the federation by building up the codes forces by infecting other players.

(Another example of this would be Maximus and Etoiles, there is a difference in their situations though. Etoiles used the codes power, and Max seems to be become some sort of leader/powerful transformation for the code.)

Charlie may be turned into code because of his extreme will power, and well, in short, his absolute insanity. As you know, Flippas deaths and his emotional attachment to the child has cause him to become extremely violent, vengeful, and willing to do anything. (this is referencing how Quackity said players will soon be tested on how far they will go, what they're willing to do.)

On SLIMECICLE LORE.

He's being turned into code, it's blatently obvious. Did anyone else notice how it started with the slime? The "infection" it's covering his shoulder, the slime shoulder if I may say. Either it will grow from there or start growing from a different part of the slime, and canonically, that slime is the only exposed part of his canonical slime demon body. So naturally, it's infected first. Weather that's from Flippas company or a purposeful attack on the weak parts of him. His voice is glitchy, very likely to get much worse as he continues to spend time with her. He's... Deteriorating. Fading, but at the same time, becoming so much more eccentric, loud, and I think he'll only get more angry.

(Side note: after writing this the other day I realized that it may be infecting whatever part of him is closet to Flippa when he sleeps next to her.)

Anything I missed or got wrong lore-wise?

Please tell me and I'll fix it :D

I'll be posting more of these soon, I make some almost every lore stream, have a nice day/night

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[boots-with-the-fur-club]

The final chapter of Inverted Confrontation!

@daboyau

“How did you do that!?” Other April shakes Leo violently.

“It’s-! Hard-! To explain-! With you-! Shaking me!” Leo choppily answers.

Dr. Rude stares at Hyde with wide eyes.

“He….he fixed you….? H-He just winged it and you’re fixed!?”

Other April stops shaking Leo.

“What are you yelling for? You should be happy! You did this in the first place!”

Dr. Rude grits his teeth and clenches his fists.

“It’s not…it’s not fair, I was supposed to be the most talented. I was supposed to be the stupid mystic expert! Why couldn’t I know how to fix it before it got this bad!? Why does he just suddenly have an answer after trying once!?”

“You never would have been able to figure it out yourself.” Draxum pipes up.

Dr. Rude’s pupils go small.

“Excuse me?”

“It had to be someone else’s mystic power. If it was you, it would make it worse before you could remove it. It’s not entirely your fault.”

Dr. Rude hardly lets even a second pass before punching Draxum in the face.

Draxum stumbles back both in pain and shock, holding his nose as it starts to bleed.

“Do you think anything you say can make me feel better? Do you think you’re any better than the Draxum that did this to us? What was different here, huh? You didn’t get your hands on them? You didn’t have their dad to hold over their heads!? That other me looks like a baby deer and you still threw his brother off a building!”

Hyde attempts to hold him back.

“Dr. Rude! That’s enough!”

Draxum wipes away the blood.

“I’m not any better. I didn’t care about them for a long time. I wasn’t the reason that I was able to be around them. It was you, the version of you not raised by me. He saw me and he took pity. He helped me put my life back together after I destroyed it. He did it because he’s good. Better than I ever deserved, and everyone can tell you the same. Maybe you’re right, maybe nothing I can say can make you feel better. I still want you to know that it is my fault, his fault. He put you into a position where you couldn’t keep being kind.”

Dr. Rude stops trying to come after him.

“Great, thanks for telling me I’m ruined.”

“Are you kidding? If I can somehow become a lunch lady after what I did, you can become whatever you want.”

Dr. Rude blinks in surprise.

For the entirety of his younger years, Draxum always told him and his brothers that they could only ever be one thing.

Weapons against humanity.

Draxum’s words were poison, something to forget and never listen to. It was hard to believe he was right even if it was about something good for once.

“Look, I’m still mad at you guys for what you did to me, all the stuff you did to yourselves, and what you did to the people back in your world, but Draxum has a point. You don’t have to keep doing this. Leo found a way to fix what you did. You guys can learn it and do the right thing.” April insists.

“They should have done the right thing before they killed agent 64!” Other April glares at the Dr. Rude and Hyde.

Hyde let’s go of Dr. Rude and glances down.

“He’s not actually dead.”

“Do you think this is funny? I buried him myself!”

“And I unburied him. We never meant to hurt him! That building wasn’t supposed to come down like it did. I…made poor calculations. He’s alive, Ape-…sorry, force of habit….April. He’s in a poof proof cage back at my lab.”

Other April’s eyes widen, filling with tears just a bit.

“You’re lying. I know you are.”

“When did you do that!?” Dr. Rude questions.

“I….I hid it. I didn’t think you or Champion would let me do it.” Hyde materializes a tablet.

From it, a video starts playing of a cage with other Mayhem laying down in it. He’s curled up, back facing the camera.

Other April tears it from his hands.

“I-It has to be a trick. A fake video.”

Hyde holds down a button on the tablet.

“It’s not. It’s a live feed. I connected it with my powers so I could keep an eye on him through dimensions. Talk, he can hear you.”

“Agent 64! It’s April!”

Mayhem hops up in excitement, turning around. This allows Other April to see that parts of him are replaced with purple, mystic tech. His tail wags so hard it’s a blur. He’s smiling so widely.

Other April tears up a lot more and hugs the tablet tightly.

“I’ve missed you so much! Just wait, I’ll be there soon and I’ll get you out of there! We’re going to go home!”

Other Mayhem goes wild and makes all sorts of happy noises.

Hyde smiles softly.

Other April suddenly pulls him into the hug as well, taking him completely off guard.

“I still don’t forgive you, since this was your fault, but….thank you.”

Hyde doesn’t dare hug her back, knowing she’d immediately let go of him if he tried.

“Sooooo….this might be a good time to bring up something. Since you need their mystics to be able to fix all the zombies back home, and they obviously can’t be brought down by anything but us, maybe they can just go good?” Leo suggests.

Other April let’s go of Hyde.

“People aren’t just gonna accept that.”

“Well, they kind of have to? Or else their friends and family are gone forever and they’re going to keep living in terror for just as long?” Leo shrugs with an awkward face.

Other April sighs heavily.

“Fine. I guess you’re right. Maybe I can try to swing that when we get back.”

Dr. Rude crosses his arms and looks away, neither accepting or rejecting the idea.

“We can’t go back yet with the state that Champion is in. They’d eat him alive.” Hyde insists.

“Then we’re going to have to hope everyone else was able to bring him back.”

In the other room, Champion was whimpering like a child who was sick but too young to understand why everything hurt.

“You have to do something! He’s your brother, you gotta know what can help him!” Raph shakes Red’s arm.

Red stares down at Champion, his eyes filling with resolve.

He sits down next to him and slowly leans closer and closer until his chin gently rests in the crook of his neck.

Champion is caught off guard and opens his eyes to see what exactly is going on. They stare at each other for a good few seconds before Champion turns around and clings to him.

“R-Red, I’m scared, s-something’s wrong with me. I-I remember everything I did, but I don’t feel like I did when they happened!”

Red wraps his arms around him, bringing him into his lap and cradling his brother close.

“I know everything is confusing right now, but you’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna help you.”

Champion hides his face in Red’s chest until he moves it to the side enough to look at Splinter.

“You’re….you’re not our dad….”

“No, I’m sorry, but that doesn’t mean I won’t help you too. If he was here, I know he would be.”

Champion reaches his hand out, making a grabby hand motion.

Splinter holds his hand with both of his. He carefully rubs circles into his palm as he always did with Leo when he wasn’t feeling well as a child.

Champion makes a pained expression.

“Are….are you mad at me? At us? Disappointed? Do….do you hate us for trying to take away your real kids?”

“I’m just sorry that this happened to all of you.”

“I…I don’t know why I wanted to do it. It made so much sense before….now I feel like I’m crazy.”

“That’s because you weren’t truly the one who was making the decisions.” Hyde suddenly pipes up.

Everyone looks at the group that just arrived in the room.

Draxum stayed back in order to not make things worse.

“Hyde….? They fixed you? How?” Red questions.

“Leo figured it out. Apparently only someone other than Dr. Rude would be able to do it.”

Champion stares intensely at Hyde like he’s unsure how to react right away to his presence.

Hyde stands there awkwardly, not knowing what else to say under this sort of gaze.

Then, a slight smile grows on Champion’s face.

“What’s with that look, Shelly?”

A chagrin blush spreads across Hyde’s face.

“Leo!! You promised you wouldn’t call me that anymore!” His arms angrily go straight at his sides.

Leo starts laughing hysterically.

“He used to call you Shelly!?”

“I can’t believe I forgot, he used to call him ‘Tello, then it became ‘Telly, and because he’s a shoft shell it ended up as Shelly.” Red explains.

Leo glances at Donnie with a shit eating grin.

“Nardo! Don’t you even think of it! I’m warning you!” Donnie glares at him.

“Chill out, Shel-“

Donnie pulls Leo’s head back by his mask tails hard enough to send him crashing down.

Leo sweeps his legs and forces him down to the ground next to him.

They begin fighting like a cartoon dust cloud is about to appear over them.

Mikey, Raph, April and Splinter try to get them to stop or at least separate.

Champion smiles more at seeing them.

“What were you saying, Hyde?”

Hyde calms down quickly, looking more resigned.

“Dr. Rude has been puppeteering you. He’s been doing it since we were kids.”

Champion’s smile drops, but only slightly.

“I know.”

“You….you what? You know?”

Dr. Rude looks at him in just as much shock as Hyde does.

“What do you mean you know?”

“Obviously when I was younger I didn’t….but once he started doing it to humans, I was aware it was the same thing he did to me.” Champion answers.

“Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you try to stop him!?” Hyde shouts.

“I wasn’t able to feel mad about it. I didn’t think it was a problem. I couldn’t.”

Hyde turns to Dr. Rude.

“You made it so he wasn’t able to tell us.”

“I didn’t! Not on purpose! I swear!”

“How am I supposed to believe you after what you did!?”

“I-I’m sorry! Tell me how I can prove it and I will!”

“We can’t prove intent! Does it even matter if it was accidental? You tried to control me too to hide what you did!”

“Hyde-“

“Not now Red! Just because you forgave him doesn’t mean I did!”

“D-Donnie, please, I only did that to you because I was scared you wouldn’t let me help him! I know I shouldn’t have! I-I kept doing what I thought was good for our family!” Dr. Rude insists.

“What did you ever do for me!? Take away my twin!? Kill Draxum!? You made him do that for you! And it was because of dad!”

“No! It wasn’t because of dad! It’s because he was going to hurt you next!” Dr. Rude screams with closed eyes, trying to stop tears that came anyway.

“What are you talking about?“

Dr. Rude tries to wipe his eyes with the bottom of his palms.

“A-After what he did to dad, he hated that you covered my eyes! H-He thought you’d make the rest of us weak too just like him! I heard him! I didn’t know what I did to Leo would take him away from you! I-I never, ever wanted to hurt you! Y-You’re one of my best friends! I-I love you!” He begins sobbing big, fat tears.

Hyde stands there in shock. He had no idea about any of that.

“I heard it too, back then. What he did to me….it’s going to take time for me to get my head wrapped around it…..it’s messed up. But we wouldn’t have survived otherwise, I think.” Champion comments.

Hyde stares at Dr. Rude. All he can see is his littlest brother. The one who tried to make his own star stickers because he knew Hyde loved them so much. The one who keeps spare unicorns around to surprise Champions with. The one who would let everyone else know if Red needed something because otherwise he’d silently suffer.

Hyde carefully takes Dr. Rude into his arms as he shakes and sobs.

“You don’t have to do any of this anymore. None of us do.”

“We….don’t?” Red looks at him.

“It’s over. We’re going to fix all the humans back in our world. We’re going to keep letting Champion recover. We’re….going to relax for once.”

“I could definitely use some of that.” Champion smiles tiredly.

Leo gently takes the tablet from Other April and types into it.

“Here’s how I managed to fix you. You’ll probably get it after some practice.” He hands it over to Hyde.

“Thank you. Everything you guys did despite what we did to you….we appreciate it.”

“Just make sure not to get into anymore trouble.” Raph instructs.

“We’ll do our best.”

April swipes the tablet this time.

“Wait, one more thing before you guys go. I think a photo might do you some good. Splints, would you mind?”

Splinter quickly understands and moves closer to his alternate sons.

April takes a photo and hands the tablet back to Hyde.

The former villains all look at it with bittersweet fondness.

“Dad always wanted a family photo. Sorry about the whole chasing you and trying to kill you thing.” Champion apologizes.

“Eh, it’s alright. Raph’s wrestling hero kept coming after them and me one time and he still has his posters up.”

“He’s still really talented.” Raph grumbles.

Hyde chuckles quietly and opens up his portal device. The set of them begin to leave through it.

“Bye! Stay safe! Come back if you guys become heroes instead!” Mikey cheerily waves.

Dr. Rude sheepishly waves back before he and Hyde vanish through the portal.

The universe originals all breathe a sigh of relief as it closes behind their alternates.

“I never knew the multiverse and time branches could potentially be this messy.” Donnie huffs.

“Draxum! They’re gone! You can come back!” Mikey calls out.

Draxum walks in.

“I have never been so glad that I did not achieve my lifelong goals.”

Mikey hugs him.

“You got something even better! Family!”

“And I’m not dead. That’s highly important.” He pats Mikey’s head.

“I hope no one ever comes out of another portal with a giant problem for us to solve again. That was exhausting.” Leo complains.

“I think this calls for a nice, relaxing, celebration. I’ll go set up one of my best movies so I can tell you all about the drama on set. Chad was quite the player!” Splinter announces before leaving the room.

The turtles groan, but not out of any real annoyance before everyone follows him out.

It was just nice that they still could listen to him.

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Conversations over Coffee (Werewolf!Leo Demidov x Reader)

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Werewolf AU, Modern AU

Pairing: Werewolf!Leo Demidov x Fem Human!Reader

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: None

Summary: A cup of coffee or tea has the power to bring people together. No matter their walks of life, there is a powerful magic in the small moment shared over a warm drink.

It was a cup of tea which made Leo decide to put his trust in you.

But it was over a cup of coffee he promised to stay.

Author’s Note: I had to rely on Google translator and do some cross-referencing across sites for the Russian used in this piece. If you see any mistakes, please let me know and I’ll immediately edit it out.

Tag List: @potter-solomons @hecatemoon87 @zablife @vir-tual @alikaheroes @dreamlandcreations @buttercup32sstuff @woofgocows @ilovemanypeople @liliac-dreamer @elijahssuit​

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Not all beginnings are easy, especially when it comes to being placed in an unknown environment. To be fair, I can’t blame him for reacting the way he did. After all, he’d been smuggled into the country after having spent months in a container.

However, I’m glad he’s at least talking now. Well, to me, that is. The staff of the shelter harbouring him and other fugitive Wolves couldn’t get so much as a peep out of him. Don’t misunderstand, they were all the same glad I signed up as supervisor for the WHO’s reintegration program. It is a government-funded program to reintegrate the supernatural into the mundane world without it causing any issues like witch trials and werewolf hunts.   

I remember walking through the narrow hallways and the small rooms, bunk beds on either side with little space in between. The air was stale and musty. People had to almost squeeze past each other to get somewhere. It only made it all the more clear that immigrant housing isn’t a problem which only pertains to humans. 

The staff member at my side, whose accent gave away he’s from Belfast, seemed to become more fidgety the closer we got to the room of the person I asked to be assigned to. 

When we reached it, his breath tapered as he told me to be careful and he’d stand watch. The man I was to meet could be violent in his silence. Fights had frequently broken out, most of them started by others yet always won by Leo. 

Won without getting so much as a small sound out of him.

I stepped into the room, shoulders squared and my chest puffed out with fake bravado. The key to dealing with a Wolf who might still prove to be Feral is to remain calm and collected. Like any other canine, they can smell fear so it’s crucial to have your nerves under control.

Leo sat in the corner of his bed, like a caged animal filled with nothing but distrust. His blue eyes were cold as ice, full lips hardly trying to suppress a scowl. I was to keep my distance. Any kind of provocation would be met with dire action. Fortunately, I had a powerful card to play.

I remained by the door, hands at my side to show I was unarmed. “Leo, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Y/N. I suppose they’ve told you about me.’’

‘‘I know who you are,’’ he sneered, his surprisingly very good English underlined by the thick accent of his native tongue. ‘‘What do you want?’’

‘‘I understand you don’t trust me. Rightfully so, I wouldn’t either if I were you. But I own a fairly big cottage that feels quite empty, so I could do with some company.”

“So you choose a Russian killer, a former KGB agent?” He bared his teeth, fangs already protruded from his gums. “Vraki. You go back, da, return to your nice cottage and live happy. Loneliness makes person strong, you’ll see.”

“Does it?” I tilted my head, foolishly having decided to start playing with fire. “Because I see a man consumed by it before me and I don’t think it’s made him strong.”

Leo rose to his feet, half-succeeding in letting his muscular and imposing frame intimidate me. Then he leant in, close enough for his breath to ghost over my lips. A whiff of mint and cologne hit my nose. Later, I’d recognize the woody undertone as his aftershave. “I have no time for little girl games.”

“I’m not mucking about.”

“Leave.”

“There’s a lot of open terrain where I live. Lots of nature,” I said when he turned his back on me. In hindsight, I suppose the gesture meant he didn’t see me as a potential source of danger. Otherwise he’d kept his eyes on me while retreating. “You can run around freely.”

Now that caught his attention.

Slowly he turned back, enough to look at me over his shoulder. 

“The Cotswolds is really nice. I live in a kind of remote area, but the people don’t really bat an eyelid when it comes to the supernatural. Okay, well, it still freaks them out, but chances are slim something will happen. No witch hunts, in any case.”

He leant in as before, taking me in. Or, rather, he was assessing me. Measuring how much of a threat I was, trying to find out whether I was bluffing or not. After all, the prospect of open terrain must’ve sounded heavenly compared to his holding cell of a room. “You are a funny woman.”

“How about we discuss things over a cup of tea? I’ll show you around the house, where you’ll have your own room of course. If you like it, I’d very much appreciate it if you stayed. If you don’t, well, who am I to keep you?”

I’ll be honest, I bribed him a little bit by offering him the lightest and largest room at the back of the house which provides a splendid view of the rolling fields stretching into the horizon.

And it worked.

He stayed. 

The sound of the front door opening interrupts the silence, shortly followed by heavy footsteps in the hallway. 

“Leo, that you?” I ask without looking up from the dishwasher. 

“Da!”

“Had a good workout?”

“Mhm.”

“The others still listening?”

“Da, the pups still are very much aware who’s in charge.”

Leo has been working as an instructor at a boxing school for newly turned Wolves. There are a couple of humans among them, but they are in the know about the nature of their fellow boxers. Or they find out about it soon enough after accidentally getting knocked out because their sparring partner isn’t in control of their new strength. 

He likes to stay a little longer to get some practice himself and prepare for the next class. Lately, as confessed over last night’s dinner consisting of the borscht his mother taught him how to make, he’s been thinking about participating in tournaments.

I beckon for him to hand over his water bottle. Leo drinks the last of his protein shake, takes off the cap, and hands both compartments over so I can place them in the dishwasher. “Don’t go too hard on them.”

“Some Russian discipline might do them good. Teach them proper. Makes good fighters.”

“Not everyone’s as hardy as you.”

He grumbles something in Russian about controlling something, likely the beast within. Then he points at the large shoppers on the counters. “Also, next time, da, tell me when you go get groceries. I’ll carry bags.”

I laugh to myself, shut the lid, and put on the program. “How about we go out today?”

“Out?” Leo asks, perking up. Had he been in his Wolf form, his tail would have been wagging. 

Though he keeps up a guard, I can’t help but notice he’s at his happiest when outside. Be it on a walk in the countryside, cruising through it on his motorcycle, tending to the garden or the vegetable patches he’s planted, or even so much as a trip to the big supermarket outside the village, his mood is better than when he’s cooped up inside. Nonetheless, it’s a small victory he’s finally sleeping indoors.

“Yes, I thought it’d be nice to go get coffee in town for a change.” A low rumble resounds from his stomach. “Although, let’s make that lunch.”

“Good idea. I’ll take a quick shower and we go. We can go. Um, da, be right back!” He rushes upstairs, his footsteps soon sounding towards the bathroom.

Even though he’s likely not aware of it himself, I cherish moments like these. When the walls crumble and there is no strict boundary between the man and the beast inside. When he’s carefree, excited by the prospect of going on a walk. 

I start putting away the groceries, mumbling to myself. ‘‘You’re really just a fluffy oversized wolf on the inside, aren’t you?’’

A busy day in the village is incomparable to its urban equivalent. Although, the capital of the Cotswolds, Cirencester, hardly becomes any busier than a quiet day in London or Southampton. All the same, it makes for the ideal ground for those wishing to reintegrate and connect with people because it allows them to adjust slowly without being surrounded by a sea of potential triggers.

After parking the car, Leo driving as per usual, we casually walk towards the centre of Baron’s End. The white cobbled market plaza forms the beating heart of the town. On Wednesdays and Fridays, the local farmers sell their produce. On Saturdays, there is a small fabric market. Once in a season, though, an antique flea market takes place here. Yet, even when there’s nothing going on, it still forms the essential link that connects the villagers with each other.

I notice Leo is sticking closer to me than usual, enough so for his fingers to brush past mine. Either he doesn’t notice or willfully ignores it because when I look up, his eyes are trained on something in the distance.

The same thing happened last week while we were out doing groceries. Whereas normally one of us has the cart and the other wanders around, picking up items off of the list or at random, he was adamant we had plenty of time so we could browse together at leisure. There’s also been a recent development in our habit of sitting together by the fire after dinner to read and drink tea. We each used to sit on either end of the sofa, a gap between us. However, Leo now tends to sit directly next to me. I don’t have the courage yet to lean on him when he does, too afraid of the repercussions. After all, we’ve only known each other for around four months, our bond still fragile.

We strike down at a little café in a former cottage. The interior is rustic and simple, dark wood mingled with vintage items and small plants. Here and there, there’s a pop of pastel pink or blue in the form of a print or flower. Bright sunlight streams in through the French windows of the sun room.

The bell above the door tinkles softly as we enter. Leo holds it open while gesturing for me to go in first. Though it happens less frequently now, he still draws more than one pair of eyes to him. And not all of them are appreciative, especially when they hear him speak. “Go find seat. I’ll order. Cappuccino, da?”

But it are the female gazes that are more than appreciative, including the young barista’s, which occasionally make me not want to be out with him at all. It’s odd, but recently I’ve found myself unusually annoyed with them. Moreover, they make my stomach roil and reluctant to leave his side in a way that goes beyond the role assigned to me by the WHO.

Nonetheless, I have to let him do these things. Not just to improve his English, which has improved greatly over these past four months and is likely in part to blame on the many books he reads in the library and in bed. Many a time I’ve seen the light still on in the dead of night, his door cracked open just enough to show him immersed in whatever novel he picked from the pile on his bedside table that night. But I also have to let him so he’ll find his own way.

Without me. 

I nod.

“See? I know what you like. Go find spot to sit. Be right there.” He tilts his head when I don’t move, fists clenched at my sides and my gaze averted to the ground. “Y/N, what is wrong?”

“Nothing,” I let out the breath I’d been holding and force myself to look at him, making sure to first blink away the tears. “Guess I’m still a bit tired. Didn’t sleep all too well last night.”

He grabs my wrist when I turn around. His big fingers are warm, their grip iron-like. Protective even to the point it hurts. “Malen’kiy-’’

Leo lets go the moment I snap my head back to throw him a glance over my shoulder. He’s never touched me before.

Realising the same thing, he opens and closes his mouth. Neither in his native tongue nor his second do words come, so he settles for a sigh and gestures helplessly to the tables off on the side. “Go sit.”

We’re in luck because I manage to capture a seat by one of the windows overlooking the plaza in the sun room. I watch him order, my jaw clenched thanks to the doe eyes the barista gives him. However, she quickly pales at something he says as he points behind him and nods frantically in response.

I sit up a bit, my interest piqued by the strange display.

What did you tell her? It didn’t look like the Wolf came out, but she looks awfully spooked. Should I interfere or won’t that be necessary? Also, what were you pointing at?

There is no time to check out what’s going on because, after doubting for a moment too long, Leo has already arrived at the table. Gently and with care, he serves me the cappuccino. “That’s one for you, malen’kiy. It’s on me.”

Scrambling to regain my composure, I try to keep my voice devoid of the curiosity gnawing at me. “Really, it’s no trouble to-’’

He sits down and holds up his hand. “It’s fine. I recently got paid.”

“Thank you, Leo.”

His features soften as a rare warmth illuminates his eyes. “You are very welcome.”

“By the way, what does it mean?”

“What?”

“What you called me. Ma- Male…”

“Malen’kiy?”

“Yes.”

“It means little one. And since you’re, um, well,” a rosy flush creeps into his cheeks and to hide it he hides behind his cup, taking a big sip of the black coffee, “it- it suits you.”

He isn’t wrong there, being a head taller. But his reaction is telling of the fact that more goes on beneath the surface of the uncharacteristically clumsy argument. There is a reason for the nickname, but he won’t divulge it to me yet.

Nevertheless, perhaps to save us from our mutual discomfort, I clear my throat and take a sip of the soft, foamy coffee in my hands. ‘‘Can I ask you something?’’

‘‘You are full of questions today.’’ He grows still as he takes me in, trying to discover why I’m crossing the apparent maximum of one question a day. Leo doesn’t like talking, especially about himself. Fortunately, I have luck on my side today. ‘‘Go on.’’

I nod at the barista, who’s gotten some colour in her skin again. ‘‘What did you say to her? She looked mortified when you two were talking.’’

He throws a glance to the side before gazing down into his cup, head bowed. A few stray dark brown locks dangle in front of his eyes. ‘‘Hm.’’

‘‘Leo?’’

‘‘I set boundary. Boundaries are good. Keep things in place.’’ Sullen, he takes a sip of his coffee. ‘‘Where they should be. Protects them.’’

The sternness in his voice forms a clue that I won’t get more than this out of him. Evidently, the conversation on this subject is over.

To save us from the discomfort of the violent silence between us, I change the topic to a more business-like one. “So, we’ve been living together for a few months now. How are you liking it?”

“Good. It’s good.” He takes a sip of his drink and nods in appreciation, making it hard to know whether he means the coffee or living together.

“I notice your insomnia has gotten less.” Nowadays, I don’t catch him as often reading in front of the hearth of the library we built together or, if the skies are clear, watching the stars in the sun room. At least he’s staying indoors now rather than wandering off across the meadows or sitting in the middle of them until morning.

“That is true. I sleep better now.”

“Do you think you could be happy here?”

He purses his lips in contemplation. “I think so, da. I owe you a lot and I am grateful for your help.”

“You’ve grown a lot since we met. I’m glad we’re talking now.”

His response catches me off guard. “I am too.”

“Leo… I’ve been thinking. I suppose it’s inevitable, but, how to phrase this, have-’’ the words catch in my throat, too afraid and jumbled to come out. I tap my fingers against the side of my cup.

He puts his down and places a warm hand over my wrist. “Remember what you told me. Breathe. Take your time, but breathe.”

I take a few deep breaths yet do not have the courage to meet his gaze, to see the strange tenderness that’s taken root in the ice. “Have you maybe thought about moving out at some point? Live on your own?”

“And leave you, my friend, my companion, my m-’’ he clears his throat, cheeks tinged with a rosy flush. “No, I stay. The house is very big and you’ll be very lonely. And loneliness is not good. It breaks you.”

“That it does.”

“I’ve seen you change too. You’ve become, how to say, radiant. More life, no, lively.”

I blink, surprised by his observation. “Have I?”

“Da,’’ he answers resolutely. ‘‘You have. It’s good to see. Very nice.’’

“Leo?”

“Hm?”

“Stay for as long as you like.”

Preferably forever. 

“I will.”

[zuffer-weird-girl]

What if Dabi fell inlove with a nymphomaniac girl from the lov n he knew her as a quiet person as kids 😨

screams

I Imagine Touya having a crush on her as a kid all because she’s like shy n submissive but once they become villains she’s a nymphomaniac that’s crazy about Dabi

I’m truly sorry 😣 I can’t control my urge for this request there are no one shots or mini head cannons about this man in a relationship with somebody who’s a nymphomaniac

Nymphomaniac: denoting or characteristic of a woman with uncontrollable or excessive sexual desire.

So minors, get the heck out of here, this isn't for you. I swear to God.

I don't care about whatever I'm gonna get bullied with, but I totally believe on the headcanon that Dabi is a virgin and not a sex God.

So okay-

Touya did have his lil crush on you when you two were just kids. Although he didn't know what he was feeling to be honest since he only cared the most about it on his childhood days about making his dad notice him.

He couldn't help it to be honest now that he thought. You just looked so... cute. Like a lil adorable deer caught on headlights most of the time while just being naturally pretty.

For some miracle he found you later after being hospitalized on that place... if the two of you were attached to the hip when younger now you were just glued to each other.

A romantic relationship only blossomed thanks to you to be honest. Dabi is shit with emotions.

For a while the both of you were okay and all, normal couple stuff like holding hands; a kiss to his scars while he couldn't stop just kissing your lips; lil inside jokes that honestly the league is mostly like wtf but the both of you laugh like hyenas if one of you bring up.

Until the lion was out of its cage.

Again, you were the one starting the naughty stuff.

Brushing your finger tips slightly over his crotch, enough to leave his sensitive skin to shiver as he gulped thick air at your actions.

When just sitting on his lap you just teasingly shuffle your ass a bit only to giggle seductive at feeling the hardness peeking you while a very flustered touya tries to compose himself...

Convincing the b ranked villain to only stay in his boxer while you on your underwear as you slowly start to grind against eachother

To finally touching his cock and teaching him how to touch you to sure enough lead to true sex.

You left him breathless... he didn't know that you had such... a shift of persona when it came to this.

The way you would just bounce on his lap as your pussy sucked him dry lett him practically just as addicted as you are with those things.

You bite. God you bit and kiss his sensitive neck a lot and he fucking loves that so much his dick twitches violently inside you when you do that.

Don't like and won't use a condom. Sorry.

He is just a bit selfish on that part because is just feel so good to come inside your warm wet walls.

When sex is not anymore a sensitive topic with him he will make jokes about it though.

"The proof that every innocent has a dark side is that little tease right there.." he mumbled while pointing to you once in the hideout while having a conversation with Compress while you were gushing about something stupid with Toga.

"Whatever do you mean by that Dabi?"

He peeked a eye at you and smirked with a blush appearing on his healthy skin when you winked while blowing a kiss.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He breathless chuckled as Compress made a disgusted expression.

"I would rather not. Thank you."