#divergence meter

[scipunk]

Steins;Gate (2011)

[thetentaclecommander]

There Is Always Another Time (18+)

There Is Always Another Time (18+) ________________________________________________ Rated E; just a flirty merc meeting up with a coy spy in Brazil Fandom: Resident Evil Main Ship: Carlos Oliveira/Ada Wong Chapters: 1/1 CW: none unless two hot people doing hot things is scary (full tag list on AO3) ________________________________________________ Excerpt: Sun-kissed white sands marred by passersby-made lines spread out for miles, glittering with a warm haze noticeable to the naked eye. The South Atlantic was a brilliant blue, each sent wave working to lazily erase lines of foot traffic. A gentle breeze grazed across the scenic ocean lightly causing the dew along his glass to drift and trail into abstract patterns. Carlos took a slow sip of macunaíma as he lounged, letting his body soak up the sun. Swim trunks daringly shifted low on the man’s hips, his chest framed in a curly layer of hair that only brought more attention to the firm muscular build he had, but also faintly brought to attention a few choice scars that told of past scuffles and firefights. He leaned back in his beach chair, eyes slit closed, relaxed, and simply letting his mind drift. The sun that browned already swarthy skin suddenly was hidden; Carlos slowly opened his eyes to look at the woman-shaped cloud that passed languidly by. She wasn’t the only person in his vicinity, but she sure was the only one who was giving him a show. She moved slowly, bare feet shifting a path through wet sand, the ocean gently washing up and breaking along sculpted ankles and long defined legs. Legs that could kill a man, and moved like she knew it. She wore a deep red sunhat and a just as blood-red two-piece, but it was clear her body did all the work at looking stunning. A thin shawl sat at her hips that hid yet didn’t slender and firm thighs. The sun beamed slightly off sunglasses that screamed ‘too rich for my blood’. She was so much to drink in from watching her small stroll along the pristine beach. But, Carlos was never deterred by budget when it came to a tall drink of water. He sat up from his chair, placing his drink down in the sand to pop his back. He didn’t hurry, just smiled before recovering his drink glass dangling between callused yet nimble fingers. The woman’s lips curled into a small smile; despite the shades, he knew that smile was for him. He simply raises his glass as in a toast and grins a winning smile back in answer before taking a long sip. The slight tip of her hat pointing up to the open-air bar up the beach was followed by the almost missable glance at him, an invitation, and a bit of a mutual estimation of assets. Carlos wasn’t one to decline a personal invite; besides maybe his budget might be just enough for tonight. (Continue reading There Is Always Another Time on A03)

[niki-phoria]

and i wonder / when i sing along with you / if everything could ever be this real forever

pairing: cha hyunsu x gn!reader genre: fluff (?) word count: 747

notes: (cw: mentions of blood/nondescript injuries) i have not seen anything past s1 so apologies if this is ooc or for any canon divergence !! not proofread, pls forgive any mistakes !! title from foo fighters - everlong

CHA HYUNSU IS BLOODY. it stains his skin and clothing, seemingly painting the world around him in a sea of red. he doesn’t know if it’s human. he doesn’t know if it’s his. 

his hands tremble as he continuously turns them beneath his gaze. fresh cuts and new bruises litter his knuckles. hyunsu can’t remember where they’re from. holes litter his sweater, allowing the cool breeze to meet his bare skin. goosebumps arise against his skin, making him shiver. 

“hyunsu?” a soft, familiar voice forcibly breaks him out of his daze. he freezes in place. was he hallucinating? 

hyunsu blinks, disoriented. his head spins. you stand before him, a few meters away. your clothes are unfamiliar and oversized - likely stolen from some department store or borrowed from another survivor. a layer of dirt stains the fabric, though neither of you seem to care. 

hesitantly, you take a step forward. there’s no fear in your movements, only caution - as if he’s a stray animal you’re afraid of scaring off if you move too quickly. your voice is just as calm and steady when you say, “you’re bleeding.” 

hyunsu remains still. he watches your every movement as you slowly close the distance. his fingertips grip the fabric of his oversized sweater, anxiously tugging at the stray threads near the ends - a nervous habit he had picked up during high school. hiding his bruised hands was easier than fielding questions about why he was hurt. 

you only stop when there are mere centimeters between your bodies. hyunsu is almost sure you can hear his heart beating erratically in his chest and each shallow breath filling his lungs. his breath hitches when your fingertips brush against the fresh cut in his bottom lip. though already healing at a rapid pace, the wound still stings slightly at the contact. “does it hurt?” you whisper. 

“no.” hyunsu swallows, shifting nervously beneath his gaze. “it doesn’t.” 

you don’t believe him. hyunsu can immediately tell; from the way that your lips curl into a soft frown and how your gaze lingers on the cuts littering his skin for a little longer than necessary, you’ve never been the best liar. especially not to him. 

“y/n,” hyunsu hesitantly reaches up, wrapping his hand around your wrist. his skin is warm against your own. his thumb brushes against your knuckles, tracing against the days-old bruises that linger there. a fresh feeling of guilt curls into his stomach before he pushes the thought aside. 

his eyes are that ever-familiar shade of deep brown when hyunsu’s gaze meets your own. they shine like honey in the sunlight. “i’m okay. i promise.” 

your eyes flutter shut for a moment as you take a shaky breath. your hand slips from hyunsu’s grasp to reach up. his breath catches in his throat - the breath inexplicably stolen from his lungs. his heart rate speeds up in his chest, much to the enjoyment of the voice in the back of his head.

hyunsu resists the urge to shy away when your hand brushes against his cheekbone. your fingertips trace against bloodstains, both new and old. “i know,” you smile softly. “but no amount of super-healing will ever stop me from worrying about you.” 

if hyunsu didn’t know any better, he would have called you a liar. the words hang heavy in the air. it feels like his heart has skipped a beat in his chest. it feels foreign to him - someone caring. it had been months since he had any interaction with a person who didn’t just want something from him; it had been years since he was given any semblance of kindness. 

he remains still, all but frozen in place when you step closer, hesitantly wrapping your arms around him. squeezing his eyes shut, hyunsu hides his face into the crook of your neck. your hands gingerly rub against his back, careful not to disturb any possible injuries any more. shivers run down his spine whenever your fingertips ghost against his bare skin through the holes in his sweater. 

“i’m here,” you whisper, so soft that hyunsu nearly misses it entirely. his fingers curl into the fabric of your t-shirt, keeping his body pressed closely against your own. “it’s okay.” 

tears prick at the corners of his eyes before hyunsu blinks them away. he takes a shaky breath, clinging to you a little tighter as he ignores the mocking voice in the back of his mind that begs him to ask for more. 

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[tadc-harlequin-au]

If this was a game, I think a fun gameplay mechanic would be like a friendship meter. The friendship meter is affected by how you interacted with others. And if you have a higher friendship meter with people, they'd be more willing to help you. For example, companions with higher friendship do more damage when pomni takes them with her. Or another example is because ragathas kinda like the shopkeeper if she has a higher friendship her prices will be cheaper but if her friendship level is low they'll be really expensive. You can raise the friendship meter by going on side quests with the others or using positive dialog, and negative dialog makes the meter go down. Idk I just thought that it might be fun.

I like this idea. And you know what, FUCK IT.

AN AU OF AN AU!!!!!!! WHICH IS ALSO CANON-DIVERGENT FROM THE HARLEQUIN AU LMAO I TRULY AM AMAZING /j

THE AMAZING DIGITAL SOULS-LIKE!

I CAN"T seem to avoid the concept of "What if the Harlequin AU was a game instead", THE UNIVERSE KEEPS PUSHING IT TO MY FACE LIKE MY YOUNGER SIBLINGS WHEN THEY SEE A COLORFUL THUMBNAIL sighs....... back to my Shadow of the Colossus boss osts bullshit..... (affectionate)

The Amazing Digital Souls-like is a Non-canon compliant Alternate Universe (that's also a game rather than an actual fantasy world) of the Harlequin AU, where a stylized souls-like VR game called "The Marvelous Mechanical Harlequin" came out at some point during the rise of souls-like gaming.

Waking up in a well-lit main lounge of a manor, the new, amnesiac Harlequin player is met by "Bubble", a Butler Blimp, and "Caine" The Puppetmaster (whom is VERY VERY LOUD btw), claiming to be the only one who can "help her" in her current predicament.

As to be expected, she's very much on the verge of a mental breakdown, barely keeping it together while attempting to make sense of the world around her. (seriously, who thought pitching this game who sucks people inside of it to the public was a good idea??)

The Puppetmaster then proceeds to infodump everything the Harlequin player should know:

That this is a souls-like game;

she is a Harlequin Puppet in the middle of a TERRIFYING ROBOT apocalypse!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SCARYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and that she has to go on a boss-rush type of playthrough IF she EVER wanted to have a chance at getting out!

He'll also be the game's official guide, to which the player is having trouble digesting all this information (not surprising at all.)

When asked what's her name, she can't remember and begins crying onto the floor again (lmao skill issue). The Puppetmaster then picks one at the top of his head; "Pomni", which she reluctantly takes because it's better than having nothing.

From there on out, Pomni undergoes through a series of hardships as she dies (in a video game!!!!!!!!!!!!! MIND YOU, SHE DOES NOT DIE IN REAL LIFE!!!!) over and over again, attempting to defeat various bosses, who are the NPCs. She gains more and more confidence in the battles, but she's still quite the nervous wreck otherwise.

But hey, at least she's getting quite close to Caine, right? He's so nice, and sweet, and very caring of her, careful to reassure her that she's doing a great job with the tasks. There's also a deja vu in her head that's telling her this is somehow familiar, and his presence is a comfort to her.

Surely, everything's all fine and dandy, right?

... right?

Little did this Harlequin know, there is a DARK secret to all this.

And that is the fact that the late bosses aren't just regular boss AIs, they're OTHER PLAYERS trapped in a boss's body, for some goddamn reason. She finds this out when she accidentally does a good chunk of damage to a boss's heart, making them able to speak to her for a bit before going back to being hostile.

With that in mind, Pomni has to DELIBERATELY hit their very durable hearts, if she wants them to be reform as normal players as the hearts imprisoned the ACTUAL avatars of the players.

The Puppetmaster is taken aback, but seems to let Pomni do her way reluctantly.

Once they are freed however, they become Pomni's allies, but they seem... unnerved by the Puppetmaster and tend to avoid him. Every time Pomni asks them why, they're just quiet and looking away. Otherwise, they seem to be grateful and helpful to Pomni about anything else.

This of course, raises Pomni's suspicions of the game's advisor, but she still needs to comply with the rules of this world and thus, has to keep throwing herself to the wolves over and over again.

By the time Pomni frees the Maddened Princess of the Theater, The Puppetmaster declares her ready to face with THE FINAL BIG BAD HIMSELF, The Patriarch of Puppets, an "evil entity who transformed everyone into horrible Puppet monsters". Everyone scoffs silently.

Pomni, according to him, must defeat the Patriarch as the final step to video game freedom.

But by the time Pomni arrives to the final arena, The Patriarch attempts to have a conversation, and seems to be struggling with himself.

The Patriarch explains that his boss body contains "Able", someone who was close to Pomni in real life, who entered in the hopes of making his brother leave the confines of the game. He was able to remember details due to his admin access. Caine only agreed to leave IF he was capable of defeating all the bosses without using his admin abilities, "just like old times".

It was only until his late game run when he figured out (after a heated argument) that the original AI gamemaster, the very heart piece on Caine's chest, took over Caine and was making him act like a manipulative monster. When he tried to pry the heart piece away, he got sealed in the Patriarch's body as punishment.

The Puppetmaster may be unable to revoke his admin access, but it can be sealed off.

Able's been stuck ever since, but still secretly had a bit of access to the game codes if he did it on the low, an oversight by The Puppetmaster, and thus, managed to gain some semblance of control over the Patriarch's otherwise very hostile and bloodthirsty AI just in time for him to talk to Pomni.

The Puppetmaster denies these accusations, and advises Pomni not to believe the boss's manipulative words.

Pomni now has two choices.

>Kill The Patriarch of Puppets, or >face The Puppetmaster.

"Kill the Patriarch of Puppets" ending:

if Pomni decided to not believe Able, he loses his control over The Patriarch and the final boss fight begins. Once Pomni is victorious, The Puppetmaster then congratulates Pomni, but reveals a secret: That there was never an exit.

Pomni simply passed the final test, and now, she's ready to become a boss herself. Try as she might, she cannot escape this and she becomes "The Mechanical Jester of the Circus", the new final boss of the game. All her movesets are reconfigured to become the boss' attacks.

Able resets to normal, now forever trapped to be The Patriarch as The Puppetmaster corrects the previous oversight. The others are reset to become bosses again.

A new player joins, unaware of the horrors that awaits them.

Sad ending :((( How very tragic....

"Face the Puppetmaster" ending:

if Pomni decided to believe Able, a boss fight still ensues but this time, The Patriarch of Puppets is only the Penultimate boss instead of the final stretch. Pomni frees Able, who reforms into his original 'card deck' avatar and regains administrative access to the game.

The Puppetmaster accuses Pomni of breaking his heart and breaking game rules, and thus, has to battle with him IN ONE GO. There is no more reset button for her.

But Able comes in clutch and ensures her that HE will be the one to make sure Pomni can come back as many times as possible to finish the fight and free Caine.

Once Pomni is victorious, The gamemaster heart piece breaks, and Caine is knocked out. All the blocked out memories return to the players.

(Able's design belongs to sm-baby btw!!!!)

Apparently, the VR game was revolutionary. Players could physically enter the world and be immersed in the game's astounding graphics, creative boss rushes and open world exploration aspect. It did VERY well initially, but not well enough to stand the test of time.

Player numbers eventually dissipated when the brothers moved on to greener pastures (so the game didn't have updates), and the AI gamemaster was heartbroken for essentially being abandoned. As a result, any new players that entered the game could not escape, simply because they all forgot they had access to the menu from the very beginning. lmfao

When Caine rediscovered the game and wanted to replay it for old time's sake, the same fate befell him. The gamemaster recognized one of his creators, and took over his entirety, becoming The Puppetmaster.

Able followed suit, wanting to let Caine out but he was sealed into the Patriarch's body before he could succeed.

Pomni, who's actual name is "Penelope", was Caine's significant other in real life and got worried that Caine wasn't responding to her calls while she was on a business trip. She tried contacting Able, no response either.

When she finally arrived to their apartment, The Marvelous Mechanical Harlequin game was on, and recognizing it to be the brothers' old souls-like game, she put on the headset. And from there on out, the story begins.

The other players are able to forgive Caine's actions, and not pass lawsuits once they are able to go back to the real world. Now, with the gamemaster gone, the game has become somewhat active again, though this time, it was the others (and additional new people) hopping in back into the game just to hang out and maybe do some DLC boss rushes implemented by the brothers.

It's pretty epic, y'all. Happy ending yippie!!!!!!!!!

Now if you'll all excuse me... OWIEEEEEEEEEEEEE MY ARM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

[sergeantjessi]

Little 12/13 years old me would be incredibly happy btw

el psy congroo

every so often i am reminded that i cannot escape little 12 years old me and honestly. it's fine. i hope she's proud of me.

[bethanythebogwitch]

Wet Beast Wednesday: walrus

There are a lot of iconic arctic animals, such as the polar bear and narwhal, but my personal favorite is the walrus. Known for their large tusks, prominent whiskers, and habit for busting myths creepy eyes, walruses are unique amongst the pinnipeds. Most people know of the two main groups of pinnipeds: Phocidae, the earless or true seals and Otariidae, the fur seals and sea lions. Walruses however are in a class of their own, being the only surviving species of their own family: Odobenidae. A weird fact that I learned researching for this is that taxonoimists used to think Odobenids evolved from bears before later reclassifying them alongside the other pinnipeds. Old-timey taxonomy was wild and came up with some absolutely unhinged ideas. Like they used to think that microbats and megabats weren't related, instead classifying megabats as primates.

(image; a walrus sitting on an ice flow. It is a large, brown mammals with short limbs that end in flippers. Its head has a wide, blunt snout and two long tusks emerging from the upper jaw)

There is one species of walrus, Odobenus rosmarus, divided into two subspecies based on location: the Atlantic walrus (O. r. rosmarus) and Pacific walrus (O. r. divergens). The two subspecies are still very similar and genetic testing indicates they diverged between 750,000 and 500,000 years ago. There used to be a third listed subspecies from the Laptev sea, O. r. laptevi, but they have since been reclassified as a population of the Pacific walrus. Walruses are very large, being the third largest pinnipeds after the two elephant seal species. The Pacific subspecies is larger than their Atlantic brethren with most males reaching an average weight between 800 and 1,700 kg (1,800 to 3,700 lbs). A few males have been known to grow considerably larger than average. Male Atlantic walruses average about 900 kg (2,200 lbs). In both subspecies, females are about 2/3 the size of males and have shorter tusks. a large portion of their weight comes from the thick layer of blubber under their skin that helps them stay warm. Both subspecies have an average length between 2.2 and 3.6 meters (7.4 to 11.8 ft). Walruses have hind flippers that can turn forward to act like feet, letting them crawl on all fours like sea lions. Like true seals, they have no external ears. The skin is very thick and mostly bald. They are born with brown skin that becomes lighter as they age. While swimming, the blood vessels in the skin construct to reduce blood flow and limit heat loss, which makes them considerably lighter, almost white. Males have skin nodules called bossed around the neck and shoulders. Their creepy eyes are the result of eye sockets with no roof and powerful extraocular muscles that let the eyes protrude out of the skull and look both forward and sideways. The famous mustaches are composed of 400-700 thick whiskers. The whiskers are attached to muscles and have both nerve ending and blood supply. They are incredibly sensitive sense organs and a walrus can identify objects as small as 2mm with its whiskers. Their lips are muscular and flexible and aid in creating a large variety of noises.

(image: a close-up of a walrus's face, showing its prominent whiskers and small eyes. Its mouth is open, revealing its tongue)

How come the walrus can whistle but I can't? (video: a walrus in a zoo being instructed by its handler to make multiple vocalizations)

Of course the most famous features of walruses are their tusks. These two large canines can reach a meter in length and are larger in males than females. The tusks have a number of uses in both sexes, though males use them more. In both sexes, they are used to help dig breathing holes in sea ice, hang onto ice and help the walrus climb out of the water. Males also use their tusks in displays of dominance, especially during mating season. Larger tusks are a sign of dominance and typically the walrus with the largest tusks will win standoffs. If a standoff escalates from posturing to a fight, they will use their tusks as weapons. They tend to strike around the neck and shoulders and the skin nodules in those areas help protect males from each other's tusks. It was formerly believed that walruses would use their tusks to dig for prey on the sea floor, but this is no longer believed to be the case.

(image: a walrus skull showing the tusks)

(image: a walrus using its tusks to hang onto the ice and keep its nostrils above the water)

Walruses spend a lot of their time searching for the food they need to support a body that big. They prefer forging along the continental shelf and spend much more time in shallow water than other pinnipeds. While walruses have been tracked diving 500 meters deep, the majority of dives are much more shallow. The vast majority of a walrus's diet consists of seafloor-dwelling invertebrates including tubeworms, soft corals, tunicates, crabs and shrimp, sea cucumbers, and mollusks. While that's a wide palette, their absolute favorite food is clams. To hunt, walruses drag their noses and the forward surface of their tusks through the sediment and use their whiskers to search for food. This stirs up the sediment and releases nutrients back into the water column, a process balled bioturbation. Many foods can be swallowed whole or chewed, but they have a special feeding style for clams and other bivalves. Walruses will hold the bivalve in their mouths and use their flexible lips to form a water-tight seal around it. It then withdraws its tongue into its mouth to create enough suction to suck the bivalve meat right out of the shell. So important is this strategy to feeding that the shape of their mouths is specially adapted to it. Walruses are also known to feed on seals, though how much of that is due to hunting or scavenging is unknown. Additionally, they will scavenge whales, may hunt walrus trapped under sea ice, and have been seen catching and eating birds.

(image: a walrus foraging for food underwater. It has its snout pressed into the sea floor and is kicking up a large amount of sediment. Still from a National Geographic video)

Walruses are social and migratory, traveling south for the winter and north for the summer in aggregations that can be tens of thousands strong. They will haul out onto land or sea ice in huge numbers, blanketing the landscape in blubber and tusks. While these aggregations are preferred, they are not considered a true social species as they do not aid each other when together. Walruses on land or ice are skittish and will spook easily. Being startled can lead to stampedes while the walruses flee back to sea. Sometimes, walruses will be trampled to death during these stampedes. During mating season, the normally cordial walruses become much less friendly to their neighbors. Breeding seasons lasts from January to March. During this time, males will gather in the water around females in heat and compete for the change to get to that nice walrussy (I will not apologize). This is usually done via bellowing and posturing with the tusks, but may escalate to fights. While males become sexually mature around age 7, they often do not become large and strong enough to secure mates until around age 15. Females become sexually mature between 4 and 6 years old. Curiously, females enter heat twice per year, but males are only fertile once per year. Gestation takes up to 16 months and calves are born able to swim and weighing up to 75 kg (165 lbs). Females with calves move away from the large aggregations, possibly to keep their calves from being crushed in stampedes and possibly to make it harder for predators to detect their scent. Nursing lasts for over a year, longer than in many pinnipeds. Walrus milk is fattier than that of land mammals, but less fatty than that of true seals, forcing walrus mother to nurse longer. Even after being weaned, walruses may spend up to 5 years with their mothers. Females only mate at most every two years, which gives the walrus the lowest reproduction rate of all pinnipeds. Walruses can live up to 30 years in the wild and 40 years in captivity. Male walruses have the largest penis bone of any non-cetacean both in absolute size and proportionately.

(image an aerial shot of a walrus herd on land. There are many walruses and they are so tightly packed together that no ground is visible)

"Don't talk to me or my son ever again" (image: a mother walrus with its calf. The calf is a smaller version of the mother with no tusks. The calf is sittting by its mother's side. Both are looking at the camers)

Walruses have been hunted by humans living in the arctic circle for millennia. Hunting peaked in 18th and 19th centuries when there was a high commercial demand for meat, blubber, skin, and ivory. This almost led to the extirpation of Atlantic walruses. Since then, hunting has been outlawed except by indigenous peoples, allowing the populations to recover. Now, the major threat to walruses is climate change leading to loss of sea ice needed for hauling out and breeding. The IUCN lists both subspecies as Vulnerable. They were an important source of food and other materials to the peoples of the arctic circle and appear frequently in the mythology of said peoples.

(image: a walrus tusk carved with the images of multiple fish, seals, and polar bears)

[pumpkins-journal]

hey guys i found a weird pokemon? he looks familiar i wonder why....

i took notes on it because waow what a cutie pie

Taicub

The Cub Pokemon

Type: Normal/Fighting

Height: 1'08"/0.5m

Weight: 20.9 lbs/9.5 kg

Ability: Inner Focus/Defiant (HA: Unseen Fist)

Taicub is a small, strawberry-colored quadrupedal Pokemon. They're highly energetic and like to climb or throw their bodies into trees to gather berries to match their large appetite. They're social Pokemon and are protective of their friends, often shielding weaker Pokemon from danger from opponents more than twice their size.

Taicub are mostly found in rural areas and forests, but are surprisingly adaptable to the climate around them. They have been found in cities and often take care of the cursed Pokemon population, a newly discovered type of Pokemon more aggressive and dangerous than Shadow Pokemon. They follow weaker Pokemon and young children vigilantly, guarding them from danger until they’ve reached the safety of their homes. They remember everyone they've met and are happy to accompany them no matter how long they've been apart.

Taicub are unique in that most of their strength is gathered in their front paws and their incredible speed. When they sprint, they can easily run 50 meters in less than 3 seconds. Their front paws are also powerful enough to bend metal with a single swipe. They sharpen their claws on tree bark and run through fallen logs to increase their stamina and agility. It's not uncommon for them to be seen sparring with each other and engaging in friendly competition with Pokemon in their area. When against an opponent with intentions of causing harm, its demeanor changes, an aura of anger emitting from its small body. It's tenacious when combating in this state, only stopping when the opponent or itself falls in battle.

This Pokemon has the potential to evolve upon learning a move exclusive to it: Divergent Fist.

Shiny Variation:

[dontbelasagnax]

OMG CAN I DO A PROMPT FOR THE KISS ROULETTE???

No pressure BUT I number 35. Kiss against a wall would make me go FERAL.

Bonus points if it's in some hidden corner and they're trying to sneak away after a hard won battle because the codywan brain rot has GOT ME. I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING BUT THEM

Please pretend like you sent this ask recently and I haven't been sitting on it for months waiting for my eggs to hatch @why-cant-turtles-fly 😂 As requested, here is codywan kissing against a wall... though it's actually a pillar (oops). I was inspired by this artwork I did!

Pairing: CC-22224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2,330

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Established Relationship, Tenderness, Making Out, Introspection, and by that I mean Obi-Wan is mentally ill and thinks too much, Implied Sexual Content, POV Obi-Wan Kenobi

Summary:

    "Missing something?" Cody wiggles a certain lightsaber in his hand as he closes the distance of only a couple meters.

    "More than one thing, it seems," Obi-Wan replies.

    [ OR: Obi-Wan and Cody steal away some precious time after a victorious battle which of course results in a makeout session against a pillar. ]

(fic under the cut if you wish to read here on tumblr)

This morning Obi-Wan finds himself in the ruins of a long ago abandoned castle, high in the mountainous region of Bestoon's northernmost continent. However difficult the altitude makes it to breathe unassisted, it's worth it for the view. There isn't much he loves looking at more than a sunrise in the clouds.

The sunrise after a well earned victory in battle has become one of Obi-Wan's favorite moments to find peace these last few months or... has it been years? Time has melted together through this dreary drudge of a war.

He's watched this sky transition from dusky purples splashed with rays of golden sunlight to a pale blue canvas with clouds shadowed with purples leaning grey and highlights of soft pinks and yellows.

"Sir," a very familiar voice calls from behind. 

Obi-Wan turns towards the voice. 

'Ah,' Obi-Wan thinks, a smile already beginning to emerge on his features, 'my dearest commander.'

The light of the sky washes Cody in diffused golds and pinks. He is delightfully dressed down, forgoing his armour from the waist up. The tight, ribbed fabric does his physique all the favors the way it clings. A stray curl drops onto his forehead. The lighting does wonders for his complexion. It's as if he's glowing.

Yes, Cody bathed in the light of a new day is the most breathtaking, glorious view of them all.

"Missing something?" Cody wiggles a certain lightsaber in his hand as he closes the distance of only a couple meters. 

"More than one thing, it seems," Obi-Wan replies as he takes the lightsaber held out to him. The metal is heated from the rare touch of Cody's bare hand. Energy thrums from the kyber, a slow pulse that nearly sparkles, sending the residual heat of skin and life up Obi-Wan's arm, straight to his ever beating heart. 

So helpful his kyber crystal is, giving fuel to the flame of his infatuation that, once a slow burn, is steadily alight.

Cody leans back against the pillar, looks at him with those warm, big brown eyes of his and oh…

Obi-Wan steps into Cody's space.

Cody's sharp inhale and the way his hand comes up to touch Obi-Wan's belly is exactly what he wanted. 

Obi-Wan rests his arm beside Cody's head on the stone, bringing his face close enough to just feel Cody's breath on the whiskers of his beard.

Thick, black lashes fluttering downwards then back up. The want in those gorgeous eyes is magnetizing.

Obeying Cody's gravitational pull, Obi-Wan kisses him. The catch of their lips slow and tender, just a hint of saliva and suction, loving the warm nudge of Cody's nose against his cheek, and the bloom of Cody's Force presence like flowers turning to the morning sun. 

"Well done," Obi-Wan murmurs as he pulls away, chasing the wounded noise Cody makes with a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Your performance was stellar today, as always. Always."

Obi-Wan clips his lightsaber to his belt and cups his darling's jaw with his newly freed hand. He sighs into the meeting of their lips. The soft warm comfort of Cody's mouth is offset by the rigidity of his armour below the waist. It’s as accurate a representation of Cody’s true self as it gets: compassionate and sweet while still deadly and unwieldy.

Though, as much as Obi-Wan adores this version of Cody—so delectable in only his codpiece, cuisse, and greaves—he’d selfishly prefer him stripped even further. 

Alas, he's getting ahead of himself.

Cody's arms curl around him, hands clenching in his tabards. Their lips make smacking noises with the separation of each slow, deliberate kiss.

It's with a bittersweet ache in his chest that Obi-Wan cherishes these moments for he never knows what the next day will bring. The reality of war is that any second of any day he could lose Cody and he'll never know another day painted warm and vibrant by Cody's dry humor and barely-there smiles, the rare times when Obi-Wan can make him really laugh and hear joy spring from his soul, the quiet steady companionship of his presence, and the compassion he shows his brothers. One day he'll never know another kiss, another pleasure coated sigh of his own name, or feel the needy way Cody curves his entire body into Obi-Wan’s to get what he wants. 

It is possible that Obi-Wan would be the one to go first but… he knows deep down, and has accepted it with peace, that he's meant for infinite sadness. 

He already nearly lost him that first time- the time Cody first kissed him.

However long Cody is willing to share these hidden pockets of love with him, he will cherish every second they have together.

He emphasizes this thought with a purposeful tug and suck of Cody’s bottom lip before pulling away to breathe. The thinner air at this altitude has them panting against each other, lips grazing slightly, a sensitive tingly, ticklish tease.

Cody rubs their noses together, as if trying to grasp any sort of intimacy he can while recovering his breath.

Obi-Wan’s heart squeezes painfully.

Never let it be said lest Cody try to kill him in his sleep… but Cody is not just a sweet, sweet man but adorable.

 Natural as the mist of cloudy mornings, Obi-Wan kisses him again. 

Everything about this is intentional. From the way he slowly draws their mouths together again and again, pace languid and savoring, to the way they've chosen each other- chosen to find these moments to do nothing but love. It's not a choice, really, that they will choose duty over each other if that's what it comes to. That's simply the reality of their existences. Those priorities will never change, not with how the war has molded them into thinking. 

No, the choosing is in the love. 

He does love Cody and perhaps always will. It's not been said. Nor does he know with absolute certainty that Cody feels the same.

Cody's presence in the Force has always been a bit of a comfort for Obi-Wan since they met. Through all the uncertainty and pain in the galaxy, Cody is sturdy and shines. He's not certain when Cody’s signature began emanating a warmth that curls into his chest and makes him feel at home. It could be that with time and the development of Obi-Wan's own feelings, every aspect of Cody became beyond endearing.

Or… it could be the manifestation of Cody's own feelings for Obi-Wan.

He's not certain. And he's very well not going to ask.

It doesn't matter. It doesn't.

Still, he catches quick moments sometimes out the corner of his eye where Cody looks at him with an impossibly soft look on his face and Obi-Wan thinks, 'Maybe-’

Really. It doesn't matter. 

He has Cody so readily in the cradle of his arms, drinking up every milliliter of affection bestowed upon him.

And, well, his train of thought falls to the wayside when Cody moans into his mouth and tries to drag him even closer between the v of his legs. 

He's not sure exactly what he’s done to make Cody react so positively but he goes with the motion as heat burns deep in his abdomen.

He teases at Cody's lips with his tongue and realizes his fault when Cody instantly opens his mouth and deepens the kiss. The inside of Cody's mouth is hot and wet and his tongue- licking all those spots that make Obi-Wan shudder into him. 

Not that it's not lovely—because it is, really—but this is not how he intended things to go. 

Cody's insistent against him, pressing for more, hotter, faster, harder.

With difficulty, Obi-Wan pulls away, dodging Cody's attempts to meld their mouths together. 

“Cody, dearheart,” he says, out of breath, thumb gently stroking the skin by the corner of Cody's mouth, “you don't need to devour me.”

Cody doesn't quite pout but it's a near thing. The way his eyes are glued to Obi-Wan's lips make tooka-eyes impossible. “Remains to be seen.”

Obi-Wan huffs a laugh and kisses his cheek. “Please, my-” he catches himself almost saying ‘love’, “dear. Just for now. Let me treat you softly.”

Cody considers this solemnly. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

He nods.

Obi-Wan smiles. “Good man.”

The bob of Cody's throat at his words is gratifying. 

He closes his eyes and leans back in to capture Cody's lips for a few slow, lingering kisses. 

“That’s it. Easy goes,” Obi-Wan murmurs between kisses. Cody melts underneath him, pliant and accepting. 

He'll take every rare opportune moment to treat Cody like the indulgence he is– truly savor him. Hot plush lips between his own, a smooth glide aided by saliva. Slow and steady. Discovering how electric and titillating the simplicity is. Just Cody's warm body against his own. Cody's lips. Cody's sighs. Cody…

He's the sweetest of luxuries. And he should be cherished accordingly. 

Obi-Wan plants a path of kisses up Cody's cheek, right to the end of his brow, following the raised skin of his facial scar.

He's wondered if anyone else has gotten to love Cody like he has or if he's the only one to ply him with tender affection. He's wondered if, in a kinder universe, Cody would be left free of the scars Obi-Wan has gotten to know so intimately. If there were a universe as such, would Obi-Wan be given the chance to love Cody all over again or if another is destined for him- someone closer to his age and able to devote their life to ensuring his happiness.

He's tied himself into knots over this. The hypotheticals. 

He loves Cody. He loves him easily, unhurried and unconditionally. He loves him with every breath he shares loving the Jedi Order—his family—and this wonderous Force-filled world they live in. 

It's just that. He does not love Cody more than the order, more than his faith and his family. Cody is a part of his life. Whatever comes next, may it be death or freedom or- well, Force knows what, Obi-Wan hopes Cody remains a constant. Selfishly. More than a little lovesick. He wants Cody in his life. But he will accept whatever comes their way, as it is the will of the Force. 

 And if that means-

“Where'd’ya keep going?” asks Cody, big brown eyes of his gazing into Obi-Wan's soulfully. A deep brown that melts into a warm, rich amber. Beautiful.

“Nowhere of consequence.” He rubs his nose along Cody’s cheek. Breathes him in. 

“You sure?”

Obi-Wan drags his lips down Cody's jaw, smiling to himself and settling in once Cody shudders and angles his head out of the way.

“Absolutely certain,” Obi-Wan murmurs against his pulse point then kisses that very same spot.

A sigh from Cody is just the encouragement Obi-Wan needs to continue on. 

It's a gift having Cody so sensitive and wanting under him. An entirely different side of his commander than the stern, regal demeanor their troopers see day in and out. 

He kisses and sucks and nips the column of Cody's neck, delighting in the small, pleased noises he draws from Cody with every pass of his mouth over salty skin. 

He only leaves a couple of marks by the time Cody tugs him upwards. He's not too dismayed to leave the warm crook of his love’s neck because the expression on Cody's face is nothing short of wanton, absolutely debauched. 

Cody’s lips are still plump and kiss bitten. 

Obi-Wan can't resist. He traces the pad of his thumb across Cody's bottom lip. Breath shakes onto skin and Cody's mouth closes around the digit, suctioning him in hot, wet heat. 

He draws in a sharp breath.

His gaze darts to Cody’s eyes where he meets pupils blown wide with desire. Cody stares unflinchingly, daring and, oh… 

Cody has bewitched him, utterly and completely. Try as he might to retain composure, Cody is his undoing in these moments. The fragile strings of his heart (and… other parts of his anatomy…) pulled taut and ready to spring forward.

He wanted to keep it slow and soft, but Cody knows just how to arm him into an arrow ready to spring forth.

He pops his thumb from Cody's mouth and fixes his mouth and lips there instead, letting him know just how affected he is. He tastes Cody’s own desire echoed back to him in his moans and tongue and the needy press of his body that Obi-Wan keeps caged to the pillar. The fists that grab at his tunic and hair to try and get him even closer.

The high altitude forces them apart to breathe sooner than either of them would like but they don't go far, nuzzling noses and panting against one another's lips. 

��We’d better take this back to The Negotiator,” Cody says quietly, still out of breath.

Obi-Wan nods his agreement, sure that if they stay here a minute longer he'll be on his knees.

Hand in hand, they hurry away and the sunrise grows only brighter, pink tones making way for the brilliance of the full sun. Clouds drift with the breeze and all is as it will be.

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All of this, I love it so, so much. These tags though:

I FEEL THIS THOUGH. It is SO FUN to think about because English has STRONG preferences for certain stress patterns in certain kinds of words! Two-syllable nouns/adverbs/adjectives preference stressing the first syllable so strongly that developmental linguists use this fact to tell when babies start separating words by recognition/meaning rather than just by stress patterns. BUT two-syllable verbs preference stressing the second syllable. So much that this is usually how we tell which is which in speech where it would be ambiguous whether we wanted a verb or a noun otherwise.

So switching poetic feet literally affects the word order in your sentences and how you frame the action and the agency you give the subject, and once you start thinking about it too much you can NEVER GO BACK. It's the Pandora's box of poetry.

What's your favorite dialogue for Oaths so far? (Either chapter 10 or as a whole!)

WIP asks!

Chapter 10 has a lot of dialogue! Of course being the penultimate chapter, the boss battle, the wyrmening, etc., almost all of it is actually horribly spoiler-y. There's some biggish canon departures (not saying which canon! maybe both!) I'd like to keep a hat on for now. My favourite bit is currently written in common meter and maybe the MOST spoiler-y lines of all. There's also a bit of gratuitously poetic Middle English (a bit I've had jotted down for AGES, before I'd written almost anything at all), other meter (currently slapdash iambic pentameter, possibly to be changed to trochaic who-the-fuck-knows, lovingly absolutely the fault of @that-banhus), Big Declarations, bravado, rage, fear....all the good shit!

Anyways I've realized I don't want to share ANY of it and give even a scrap away so I'll say for Oaths so far it's obviously "Do you fuck, son of man?" mostly because it made it to a tee-shirt, but massive mentions to: Hob describing the hardships of life in Chapter 4, Duncan's first song in Chapter 2 that I was SO nervous about the reception of, that entire first multi-character convo, the first Hob/Dream dialogue that quotes the ballad, any dialogue that includes words I discovered in Dictionary of the Scots Language, the exchange in Chapter 4 where Dream says Hob is hardly a terrible man and Hob says not here he's not, honestly any of their flirting, any of the lads' banter, Hob in Chapter 5 saying he wants to be like a summer sheep, dialogue that echoes and plays with dialogue in Sandman canon, the chapter 7 tame/wild bit, Dream unraveling the truth of his curse in Chapter 8 against his will, Sande telling Hob how proud he is, any monologue (your girl loves monologues),.... i'm just gonna stop hahahaha

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The Heat Note ☆ Light Yagami x Misa Amane x L Lawliet |Kinktober Day 6

Summary: All Light wanted to do was kill L... but thanks to that damn shinigami, everything went so horribly wrong.... and ended so right.

Word Count: 10,331

WE'RE SORRY THERE ARE SO MANY TAGS

This is after trimming the tags down. they're sorted by what's related and We broke them up into paragraphs so they're a bit easier to read.

Tags: alpha/beta/omega/dynamics, omegaverse, heats/ruts, mating cycles, Alpha Light Yagami, Alpha L Lawliet, Omega Misa Amane, knotting, accidental knotting, oral knotting copious amounts of slick, Collars, mating bites, mating,  nests, scenting, pack dynamics, breeding, non-traditional,

Dub-con, fuck or die, attempted murder, mind manipulation, coercion, begging, Degradation, Gaslighting, Possessive Behavior, pining, Dom/sub undertones, porn with plot, edging, masturbation, mutual masturbation,

Humping, fingering, oral( male and female receiving), face fucking, cum swallowing, marathon sex, shameless smut, dick in vagina sex, anal, Raunchy gay sex, double penetration, Spit-roasting, Hair pulling, angry sex, rough sex, threesome, Slight Somnophilia, cockwarming, Praise Kink, overstimulation,

Aftercare, Canon Divergent, Watari is a G, mentions of death, minor character death, morally ambiguous character(s),  friends with benefits, one-shot, Cross-posted on Ao3, shinigami shit posting, original character, sex god, crack treated seriously (in the vibes)

Light was walking back to his home when his eyes landed a crimson red book on the ground, with a similar style to his Death Note.  He had the strong urge to pick it up and take it with him…so that's what he did.

He stopped in a park so he could inspect the strangely familiar book, on the front it said Heat Note, “Like an omega heat?” Light thought as he flipped the notebook open. He walked to his home,  with a slightly faster pace as curiosity started to form within him and then opened the book. On the inside of the cover, there were rules written in English.  

The heat note will not run out of pages.

The persons whose name(s) are written on this note shall go into a heat.

This note will not take effect unless the writer is in a ten-meter radius and the target is physically in the writer's vision when their names are written.   

If the target of the heat note is given a person/helper when written, then the heat note target will seek out that person they are activated. 

If the heat’s target isn't specified, the person will seek out the writer as their helper.

The person who touches the Heat Note can recognize the image and voice of the original owner, a God of Lust, even if the person is not the owner of the note.

The person in possession of the Heat Note is stuck with the God of Lust, its original owner until they die.

If the person uses the heat note a God of Lust usually appears in front of them after they use the note. 

God of Lust the original owners of the Heat Note do not do in principle anything that will help or prevent the heats in the note. 

A God of Lust has no obligation to completely explain how to use the heat note or the rules that will apply to the person who owns it.

The God of lust may or may not add or change rules at their own whims if they find that it will be more personally stimulating.  

He steps into his home, goes up to his bedroom and drops both his Death note and now the Heat note on his desk. Immediately Light gets to work disguising the book to look like any ordinary journal.  He thought for a moment if he should use this new note, who the hell would he even try it on?  

Light heard a laugh and looked behind him, there was a…strange creature. They looked like shinigami if they were a mix between some kinda sex demon with horns and a tail to add to the effect.   The shinigami gave him a wave with a sharp-toothed smile. 

“Pleased to meet you Light Yagami, I’m the Shinigami of the specialized Heat Note, you can call me Rias.” They said, cocking their head to the side, with a wide grin.

“So why does your death note specifically kill with heat?” Light asked, getting straight to the point.

“Because it’s fun, I’m sure Ryuk has told you but the Shinigami world is boring, so after I got my second death note I did a little tampering around it… And are you satisfied with that answer?” Rias asked as they clacked their nails together.

“I am, and does its unusualness end there? Is there more like I suspect to this heat note?” Light asked, spinning his pen around in his fingers. I am not satisfied. What kind of explanation was that?

“ You’re right, this is special because you don't have to have their actual name to kill them,” That surprised Light, in a good way. A sinister smile came to his face

‘This will be my chance to finally get rid of L’  Light thinks to himself loudly, his mind filled with twisted excitement. “Go on,” 

“Well just as an example, if I wanted you to have a heat and die but I knew you as Kira, as long as you personally identified with that name and I had a clear visual of you in my mind the effects would still work. However there is one caveat, the victim has to be alone, or else they won’t die.”

“Alright, well I wouldn’t be the God of the New World if I didn’t have a plan”

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Light watched from his private server as he waited for L to be incapacitated by the burning of his skin. This was all going exactly as planned and he would have L out of his life before he knew it.

Meanwhile with L

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L was sitting/standing in a chair as he ate snacks, he was fine, not a single drop of sweat or irritations in the slightest. He sneezed and looked around for a moment then went back to munching on his snacks.

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Light looks over to the screen with angry confusion, how come he wasn't burning with…well anything?  It didn’t work, but why did he not follow the rules precisely? Light opened the book back up and eyed over the set of rules.  Why wasn’t L going into heat? Did it have a wait time like the death note? Light turns to face the God of lust, his face held a great irritation. 

“What the hell, why didn’t this work” he half yelled. 

“Don’t get testy with me, Light Yagami. I won't say it worked but I won't say it failed either.” Rias said with an eerily calm smile. The forever light lightbulb in Light’s mind got even brighter as I looked back and inspected the camera feed closer. “Butttt… I think you should look at those rules one more time.”

Light quickly scans through the book again and lets out a frustrated groan as he rereads the rules, it was the rule where the radius was mentioned and he holds back a curse.  The target needs to be able to see him, and it causes him to seemingly glare at the god of lust who only seems to be amused. He looks back at the screen, and L is already gone he lets out a sigh as he realizes he would have to try again. 

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It was a couple of days since his first attempt at using the heat note and a bunch of regular death note related deaths later he decided it was time to try and use the red book again. He had a plan for his time, he was going to invite L over, lock him in a room, and leave him until everything was over, most specifically L would be over.

He sent a simple text to L, mentioning some bullshit on how he thinks he has found Kira. He smirks as he waits for the message to be read.  While he waited for L to get here he got ready to write his name down in the book.

He took a peak at the screen of his phone, his body filled with anticipation of getting rid of his rival. 

The doorbell rings and Light hides a paper of the heat note in his back pocket, while twiddling with his pen between his fingers, he holds back a laugh as he opens the door to L’s hunched-over figure. L was biting his fingernail as he walked inside Light’s home. 

“Hey L, Glad you could make it.” Light said, closing the door as L came in.

“What did you find out about Kira?”  L makes himself comfortable on the nearest chair.  Light moves to take his own seat, reaching into his pocket he touches the paper and has to hold back the urge to jump upon seeing Rias spawn out of nowhere with an unnatural grin on her face. 

Light pulled some shit out of his ass about the “likeliest” suspect. Dori Nakamoto is a man with a few things on his record but nothing crazy yet. 

“Now Light Yagami,  You know that young man isn’t guilty of your crimes,” Rias laughed and snaked onto the back of the couch. 

“Light we’re all out of apples- Oh hey Rias, haven’t seen you in a couple hundred years or so,” Ryuk said as he entered the living room.

“Oh, it’s you.” Rias snorts from the couch. Light was trying to ignore them both so he could focus on not being suspicious in front of L, especially when two shinigami were having a conversation.  

“I got here just in time for the good to bad. I couldn't help but feel a little hurt that you want to kill your biggest rival with her help” Ryuk attempted to pout, but his eyes didn’t give light to any emotions.  Light rolls his eyes and tries to pay attention to L and give him more of the information he lied about to get him to come to his place.  

“Ok but what makes you think that this guy is Kira over any other suspect?” L asked, looking at Light.

“Well with searching online I found a forum that many of Kira’s worshippers use. After tracing back the IP addresses I found Nakamoto. That isn’t enough to pin him as Kira but then I remembered that I know this guy. He’s the grandson of the investigators my father has worked alongside before. Briefly, at a company dinner, I talked to him and he has a very radical way of thinking, one that aligns perfectly with Kira. it’s not enough to arrest him however I think we may have overlooked him as a serious suspect.”

Light knew that after doing some investigation it would be a stretch for Nakamoto to be Kira, that’s why he was never all that high up on the list, to begin with. However he didn’t need time to put together a better case, L would be dead before he could look into it. 

“I’ll spell his name out for you to look him up later.” Light takes out his heat note paper, writes Nakamoto's full name down, and then writes for L on the paper before handing it over to L to have. Light holds back his smirk as he thinks about this being an easy end to his rival.  Rias was cackling to herself in the corner.

“Sayu and my mom brought me this cake, where she got it from I’m not quite sure. You want a piece?” Light asked. 

L nodded and Light went into the other room and cut a piece of cake. He let himself grin for a moment. Finally, I'll be rid of him.

L was sweating, a single bead of sweat rolled down his temple and his stance was 0.13% more relaxed than usual. He has put his snacks down, picked up his phone and looks at the time, he then gets up, cuts off the chair, and gets ready to leave the room. 

But the door ringing catches both their attention. Light goes to the door to open it and holds back a loud groan with a slight cough. The person who was at the door was no other than Misa Amane who slid her way into Light’s house. 

“Light! Aren’t you so happy to see me.!” Misa said, throwing her arms around Light.

“Yeah so happy.. Why are you here?” Light said in a dry tone even if he tried to fringe happiness. 

“I came to see you because I missed you of course” She plops herself onto his couch giving a small wave to L who was just staring at the both of them with wide eyes while also eating the dessert.

“I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back. “ His eye twitched ever so slightly, he turned to leave before anyone could say anything to him, he needed to gain his composure that was getting ready to slip as his anger rose due to Misa’s presence. 

Rias tapped Light on the shoulder and handed him a folded-up piece of paper. Light opened it up to see startlingly detailed drawings of him and Misa surrounded by a heart with the words Light and Misa forever underneath. Light had to control his face so he didn’t react. Tell me this isn’t what I think it is. 

“You and Misa are quite cute. Oh, I added a new rule by the way. Whenever I write down names in the note, I can control how long their heat is and whom they desire. So I want you, Misa, and L to have a good time together…” She pulls out a tiny wheel spinner from her pocket. She waits for a second to show him the options which range from twenty-four hours to a whole seven-day week period and then spins it. 

Light watches the wheel spin with a feeling of slight dread but also irritation as he watches the arrow tick through the seven entries. The wheel starts to slow down before coming to a stop, like a cruel joke. It's between twenty-four hours and one week.  But upon further staring and what Light wants to assume was cheating or at least rigged actions afoot it was a couple of centimeters in one week. 

“Oh lookie here...for the next one hundred sixty-eight hours,  unless you want to die of course,” Rias said with a shit-eating grin on her face. Light had reached his boiling point as he watched Rias leave the bathroom. 

Light clenched his fists and his eyes felt like they were going to boil and flow right out of the socket. He thought he was humiliated when L showed up at his school, well this was an all-time low. Not only was his plan ruined but now he was stuck with that meddling Rias for the rest of his life. His fingers twitched as he clawed at his hair. 

“Dammit, dammit, dammit!” He whispered loudly, he stared at the note Rias gave him with fury before ripping it all up into tiny little pieces and throwing it all in the trash. 

“Light… you okay in there,” Misa asked, knocking softly on the door. Light took a deep breath before straightening back up and fixing his hair.

“I’m fine,” He called out, he had to get it together and calm down before he went off the handle. He can do that, it's not that hard to pretend to be calm and collected.

Rias pops her head through the door while poorly holding in her laughter. “Oh one more thing, it's going to affect you more aggressively because you are the designated helper for both of your guests” She holds back a snicker before leaving to probably go listen to Light have a meltdown from outside the door. 

Light’s entire body was tense with fury and he tried not to let out a scream. He ran his hand through his hair haphazardly enough to tousle and distress in his current style. Why him, there were so many rotten individuals out there and somehow he just had to have the bad luck of .00000000145 to find the heat note.

No, if anything he was glad, it would be a problem if someone other than him had a death note, Misa was already enough.  He straightened up and combed his hair back into place, spending the next minutes trying to make himself presentable and ignoring the seething feeling that was still very much there, threatening him to come undone at any moment. Maybe it was the awareness that it was going to happen but he already felt like the feverishness was starting.

He shook it off and turned the cold knob to open the door. As he walked down the hall he could hear the chattering of Misa’s voice. 

“Okay Now hand me that pillow… yeah right there…and then we’re gonna put this here…”

When he walked into the living room he didn’t know what he was expecting, however, it certainly wasn't L and Misa making a nest. He stood in the door frame with a blank expression.  They had taken the two seater and the square ottoman and pressed them against the three-seater to make a pseudo “pit”. The throw pillows were arranged around the backs of the couches for what he assumed was extra plush. So this is really happening. He shook his head before calling out to get their attention.

“What are you two doing in my living room?” The two of them looked over at him like they had been caught committing a crime but also with a glint of excitement.

“Making a nest, it’s not nearly cozy enough in here,” Misa said with a bright smile. “Come join us,” She said, ushering him over. It’s a bit strange for an omega to so readily invite not one but two alphas to build a nest with her, but maybe the pre-heat was making us release omega pheromones?  He sniffed the air as we walked over, the air certainly did have a particularly “omega-ish” smell about it.  He could smell Misa’s soft magnolia and brown sugar scent and a softer version of L’s usual fresh linen scent. It was certainly a calming smell if nothing else.

Light came over to join them and they laid down in the finished product at Misa’s behest. The finished product had taken the mattress topper from Light’s bed along with his duvet, sheets, and pillows. Misa had a stash of blankets that she added to it as well as shoving some of Light’s worn shirts between the pillows and under the blankets.

“Is it always this hot inside nests?” L asked.

“No, Light, do you have the heat on?” Misa asked, looking over to him.

“No, you know I keep it on 21,” He answered. Satisfied with his answer or not they didn’t ask any more questions. It does feel particularly warm in here,  in fact, it did feel rather hot.

“But it is kinda hot in here I’ll cut it down a bit”  As he walked over to the thermostat to cut it down a bit he pulled on the collar of his shirt, trying to get some coolness.

Light stood there silently thinking to himself, his face blank as he internally screamed and cursed Rias for what she had put him through. Misa grabbed his hand to force him into the nest they had created even when he felt like he should have yanked his hand off her. He could picture himself blowing off the handle and slapping her and everyone else in here including the shinigami if he could manage it. But he needed to remain calm, after all this was just a minor… major setback.  The fact that Rias had put his life at risk just because she felt like it, made him pissed off more than he could fathom his rage.

Not only that but if he and Misa are out of commission for a whole week then there’s no one to write names which after L came to he would find suspicious. The fact alone that two alphas are experiencing a heat is strange enough but this is like putting a big fat target on his back. Before the full heat set in, Light had to do something fast. Since it was to keep Misa out of trouble as well then perhaps he could convince Rem to write names down but how convenient was it that he didn’t see the Shinigami anywhere.

He runs upstairs to write a few scheduled names into the death note but it doesn't take long before he gets even more affected by the growing heat, and gets called to go back down with the others.  He then goes back down the stairs with a buzzing in his head, this feeling was really starting to hit him like a train.  He stumbles down to the living room, bumping into the wall as he does before seeing a sight.

Misa and L were pressed up against each other like they were trying to subtly crawl into each other's skins.  Their eyes half-lidded as they sat next to each other when they, but mostly Misa had noticed Light standing In the doorframe. Misa beckoned Light forward to the nest, and he found himself walking over to them, his legs moving him before his thoughts could stop him.  Next thing he knows sitting beside Misa, just watching L and her cuddled up, feeling the want to join them. 

There was such a soothing aura that came from being in the nest, the soft smells emanating from L and Misa, along with the warmth of the blankets and pillows.  He moved closer and closer until he was resting his head on his hand.  It was so warm and cozy that he felt like he could fall asleep.  L was lying on Misa’s lap and Misa had moved over so that she was leaning against Light, who had no energy to protest.

Light’s hands drifted to Misa’s head and his fingers ran her through silky soft blonde hair.  Misa hummed in satisfaction, then Light started to get heavy eyes until he gave up and let them close fully. 

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Light woke up to an unbearable heat,(literally ) his body was caked with sweat that left his clothing stuck to his skin. He felt like he was going to melt, and he wanted to pry off his clothes. He brought his hands up and rubbed his eyes,  hoping to refocus himself when he noticed Misa nuzzled up against L her hands under his white shirt. As she was in the middle of taking it off of him.

Light turned his head towards them, almost unbelieving what was going on, “What the hell are you two doing?” 

The two looked over at him with flushed faces, L’s face was decorated by Misa’s red lipstick, their hair was messy and they had their hands down each other’s metaphorical pants because they had discarded the pants and underwear. Misa sits up much to L’s dismay and crawls over to Light, who is finally awake enough to start feeling angry about the fact that he was in this predicament.  

“Light~ You’re finally awake! Come join us,” she jumped into his lap and wrapped her hands around his neck. He could smell her so strongly it almost made him dizzy.  He leaned forward and breathed in the sweet scent and he found himself on her hips.  She shivers and places a kiss on his cheek and then she travels to kiss his neck.  

L was watching with half-lidded eyes and his hands falling to his cock which felt harder than ever before. His hand gently starts to spread the leaking precum from his tip, the clear liquid dripping down his shaft. He was sensitive, that was for sure and his eyes looked over to the two in front of him. 

Misa, now completely topless has taken Light's shirt off and the two were making out.  Light's hands were groping at Misa's breast and each soft sound she made was like a trigger to them both.  L tightens his grip with a moan of his own as he starts to stroke himself.  

Light felt like he was bulging out of his pants, especially with Misa on top of him.  He let go of her momentarily causing whine to leave her wet lips. Light had a deep urge to get out of his clothes which were getting soaked with sweat and tight down below. He peeled off his top and made work on the bottoms. Misa watched while giggling, she placed a kiss on his cheek before turning to glance at L who was touching himself.  She licked her lips, scooting herself in the middle between the two.

“You do it too okay,” Mika said, taking Light’s hand and placing it upon his throbbing cock. Light hissed at the touch. The feeling of anything touching him was almost too much but he craved stimulation so desperately. It was such a foreign feeling, to be this needy. 

They all lay in the back of the nest, slouching as their hands moved against themselves. L moved his hand at a slow pace with a tight grip. The excessive amount of precum that leaked from his aching cock made it easy to stroke up and down his length.

Meanwhile, Misa used her hand to spread her slick across her entire cunt, taking the pads of her fingers to add pressure on her clit, rubbing circles into the sensitive bud.  Her other hand massaged one of her breasts. Her delicate fingers knead them like dough.

 Light was getting lost in the whirlwind of thoughts flying around his head. His cock throbbed in the loose grip of his hand. He was an alpha going through a heat after all and it was a completely different feeling compared to a rut, it felt more intimate, more out of control, and more vulnerable. 

Light let out a groan, as his eyes drifted over to Misa, who was pushing a set of fingers inside her slippery folds. As soon as they entered her wet hole she let out a wanton moan.  He tightens the grip on his cock and starts to stroke himself better. Then his eyes met L's who was looking right back at him. He held back the action to kiss his teeth, a part of him wanted to blame L for them all being in his situation. But he knew that it was particularly his fault for trying to kill him using the god-forsaking book and then the other…other half knew it was Rias fault for even writing his name into the book. 

L was also in his head, he felt like he was getting closer to climax,  his balls tightening up and his dick twitched in his hand as he got ready for release.  He never thought he could feel this kinda horny right now.  L took in sharp breaths as he came, squirts of milky white fluid shot up and out landing on his torso and getting spread over his pulsating cock as he rutted up into his hand. 

Despite having just cum he was still so painfully hard, so he kept stroking himself. L twisted his wrist, trying to fulfill the abhorrent lust that consumed his entire being.  He was still sensitive but he couldn’t stop either, so he kept on. More and more and more and more and MORE.  His body demanded it of him. All he could look forward to was a sweet release in hopes that it would temper this fever.

Light on the other hand was letting out a hiss as he got himself closer, his eyes were closed as he rocked his hips into his hand. This was all their fault, he could list a bunch of reasons on how this went wrong but they all felt like that was mattering less and less as he got to his peak.  He was overcome with his desire for something more intimate so he opened his eyes to look for his target.  

He grabs Misa’s working hand and pulls her on top of him, she gets the silent messages and she gets on top of him. She pressed herself on his needy aching cock and rubbed her wet cunt, they both let out a moan. She rocked her hips slowly, loving the feeling of the head of Light’s cock teasing her clit with every moment.

Small wet noises came from the sound of her lower lips,  which were drowned with vicious slick, being parted by Light’s cock. However, the sounds of wetness were drowned out by the sweet moans from Misa. Light began to rock his hips in tandem with her, reaching up and gripping her hips.

Misa, leaned down, rolling her hips deeply. He pressed her lips to Light’s, licking his lips for entrance which was quickly granted. Their tongues writhed around together, the fleshy pick muscles twisting and wriggling with each other. 

“Fuck-” Light moaned into Misa’s mouth, he could feel her pussy fluttering just begging to be fucked, but something else was itching around Light’s brain something that he’d never thought he’d experience, something that he was going to shove to the back of his mind not to think about.

Misa pulled herself away from Light’s lips and he barely stopped himself from letting out a needy moan. No, this isn’t happening. Light thought, he shook his head, he refused to let the heat delirium get to him. Misa switched around so her back was to Light and leaned over to take L’s throbbing member out of his hand. L let out a groan as her soft warm hands began to slowly caress his schlong.

Her soft plump lips came down around the L’s tips and her tongue flicked over his hole. The taste of his salty precum took over her taste buds. As Light’s dick brushed against her clit she moaned and the vibrations made L groan. L could feel Misa smile around his length before she widened her jaw and took more of him into her mouth. Misa hollowed her cheeks out as her head bobbed up and down; her saliva sliding down and mixing with L’s precum. 

MIsa felt her legs start to shake and sat up slightly, her back arching as she let out a carnal moan. Light was rutting his cock between her folds.  Misa was bent over, ass up and pawing at L.  She takes his moist cock in her hand and brings it back up to her plush lips, L fell back, as anticipation filled him. When their eyes met a shiver ran down L’s spine at the lustful look Misa had in her eye.

  She was bobbing her head on him slowly, getting a good taste of him on her tongue. L shivered with every vibration she would make from her moans.  Light was enjoying the feeling of Misa’s lower lips pressed against her, he wanted to push himself into her but he wanted to have what L was having and he wanted it now.

“Oh!” L let out a hushed sound as he felt the familiar feeling as he gripped the messy sheets.  He squeezed his eyes tight and got ready for the satisfaction of Misa’s efforts. 

Misa lets out a pained moan as she gets yanked off of L, who lets out a few muttered curses as he cums, his load oozing out of him like a sad leaky faucet.  He lets out a string of huffs and puffs as he watches Misa get flipped over and roughly placed on Light’s tweaking shaft. He glares at the other man, his blood simmering ever so slightly as he witnesses the sight before him.  Light had a firm grip on Misa’s blonde locks and rocked his hips into her face. 

Misa was drooling as her mouth tried to compensate for the fiction of Light’s thrust, it almost caused her to choke on it with how much force he was putting into each movement. His dick bullied its way to the back of her mouth and hit the back of her throat like a bullseye. He could feel her gagging around his length, the way he thrust into her mouth was a bombardment to her senses. Her hand traveled down to rub circles to her clit and she moved her fingers in tight circles. She takes him the best she can, pretty much going limp in his lap so he can have the control he wants his hips start to stutter within her mouth.  She sucked on him as she helped him get off and she could feel her eyes roll back from the angle he was holding her in place.

Light let out a growl of pleasure as he got ready to blow his load, which he had no plans of pulling out anytime soon.  Misa could feel the slick dripping down her fingers and thighs, she felt like the start of a dam getting ready to burst.  Light slams her face onto the hilt of his cock, making sure to empty his balls, his hot seed filling her mouth and she makes sure to swallow all of it. Light’s cock swelled up at the base, her legs gave out and she slick as she was overwhelmed with her pleasure. 

 Misa’s mouth was stretched wide as she had Light’s knot in her mouth, L gripped the waist to help pull her off of Light, Her teeth scraped against his cock when the obvious popping sound when she got off of him. 

“Dammit bitch that hurt!” he cursed, before sitting down, and Misa mutters an apology while rubbing her jaw. 

The smell of sex permeated the air and the sweet sweet smell of omega, there was the new smell of Alpha. It made Misa’s inner omega preen and L’s as well? While it was strange he tried not to think much of it, it best not to fret about these things too much at the moment. The pheromones of an alpha made them want to present, they could feel slick leaking out their holes which ached to be filled.

“Light~” Misa whined, as she rubbed her thighs together. 

Misa’s pupils were blown out with need as she prompted them to fuck her.  Light moved first, he dug his fingers into her hips and backside while pushing himself into her.  His cock sunk in between her dripping walls as she clenched around him.  She lets out a moan, her back arching off the floor of the nest.  Light rolled his hips into hers, holding her waist in place as he started to thrust into her.  He picks up the pace, and every slam of his hips makes the fat of thighs and butt jiggle. Misa could feel herself molding against Light’s cock like a glove. She began meeting his thrusts, and her fingers moved back down to her clit.

 Despite Light's efforts to hold her place, Misa wiggled her hips so the pad of her fingers could get a better angle on her already sensitive bud. She stiffened her fingers as much as she possibly could so she could apply above pressure. Wet plaps reverberated around the room as Light drilled into Misa's overflowing cunt. 

The combined stimulation of Light drilling into her and her fingers circling her clit turned her brain to mush. All she could think about was trying to cum over and over again. 

“Oh yes, Yes YES!” Misa was mumbling to herself over and over as Light hit her walls with a weighted fervor. 

The heavy pheromones Misa released made L feel a bit feral and animalistic like he wanted to pounce on her at any moment. The dominating alpha scent emanating from L made Light grow and grip Misa tighter. The two dominating aromas caused a frenzied pleasure to coil up in Misa, it felt like she could come any second. 

 Misa’s moans got louder and her body trembled and she was squeezing Light’s dick in a vice grip. Light let out an unsatisfied groan as he feels Misa fluttering around his length.  He wasn't as close as Misa was and his body was hitting her with active frustration.   

L slowly stroked himself as he made his way in front of Misa’s face.  His scent right on her face makes her let out a whimper.  She opened her mouth to let out a moan only for it to become stuffed by L’s cock causing the muffled vibrations of her moans to surround L.

  Misa’s eyes rolled in the back of her head from the pure ecstasy she was feeling; the two men pushing her back and forth between them.  Misa's body tensed up as she came, yet none of that mattered to either of the men. 

A few curses slipped from Light’s lips as Misa’s warm pussy tightened around him. The grip she had on his cock made him fill her with his seed, he slapped her ass once as she began pitching back on his cock faster.  L was gently holding Misa’s chin as he thrust into her face slowly. 

Misa fell slack between them, as they both pounded into her, Light plunging into her pussy and L beating against the back of her throat.  The slick almost makes Light’s length slip out of her but it stops becoming a problem when he feels his knot start to swell.  His hips were flush against her hips as his warm cum spilled inside her. His knot fit snugly in her walls and L ran his hand through Misa’s hair before going to hold it in a loose grip.  He started to move faster.  She took one of her hands and massaged L’s balls, his head fell back as he let out a moan. 

He was getting close to filling her mouth, and L wanted to make sure that Light wouldn’t ruin his orgasm like last time so he tightened his grip on her hair.  He rocked her hips into her mouth, she could feel him throbbing in her mouth and the jittering of his balls in her hands. Misa lets out a sultry moan around his cock as he gets ready to cum, after he does his knot locks up between Misa’s teeth.  The warm liquid coats her throat as she works to swallow his cum to avoid the risk of choking on the thick concoction.  

Light slowly rocked his hips into Misa in an attempt to get his knot out of her. Misa was trembling with every slight movement either of them made inside her. L had managed to lodge his knot out of her mouth with a wet pop and gently rubbed her jaw to help soothe her.  

 Light pulled Misa back into his lap so he could sit down, pushing himself deeper into her cunt. L had fallen back on the bedding of the nest, his eyes starting to close and he fell asleep. His body is getting comfortable in the nest. Light roughly grips one of her breasts as they wait for him not to go down enough to pull out of her.  He needed something to do after all so maybe he could make her cum while they sat stuck together.  He ran down her body and along her body, as he felt her up slowly before he got to between her legs where they were connected. 

Misa tried to bounce on Light’s dick, as much as she could with Light’s knot still stuck inside her. Her fingers came up to twist and tweak her puffy rosy nipples. High-pitched moans and random babbles fell from Misa's lips as she was fucked to another orgasm. 

Her pussy squelched and gushed around Light’s cock which with a little work was now able to slide out of her as he shot a few ropes of cum to the outside of her pussy and the sweaty and slicked skin of her plushy ass 

Light’s head falls back as he tries to regain his composure and resist the urge to fuck Misa through her tired orgasm, and instead pulls out of her now that his knot had gone down enough for him to pull out,  his eyes just so happen to glance at Rias and Ryuk were casually playing cards. 

 Ryuk had a shitting-eating grin and was snorting while Rias was slamming the cards down; then she noticed that Light was looking back at them and gave him a wink, before jumping to pursuable jump Ryuk for the game they were playing. Then they both run off before he could make any subtle comments to either of them.  

They were all exhausted and they snuggled together, as they caught up on their energy. The sheets were messed up and they were using each other for warmth. Light was lying on his back, breathing slowly,  Misa’s head was against his chest and L was lying on her thighs. They slept for a few hours before one of them started to stir, L is the one waking up.  

L was trailing his way up Misa’s body, he was so horny, wrapped in a desire to do something to satisfy his urges. He slid his way between her legs, she was wet with slick, and glistening with her waterfalls of arousal she made each time she came. He licked his lips, breathing in her scent before moving in to give her an open mouth kiss. He uses the tip of his tongue to taste her, and enjoying her liquid he decides to better dive in. 

His tongue plunged into her wet cunt and like a man in the desert finding an oasis he eagerly lapped at her love juices. He could hear Misa in her sleep letting out small moans. Her voice sounded so cute and her soft sweet omega smell only made him want to ravage her further. He sank his full face in her nectar, running his tongue between her folds and pushing it into her hole. 

His fingers came up to plunge into her cunt. His ring and middle finger scissored apart to spread her creamy home open. Her slick was so sweet, he just wanted to thrust up into her and fill her with his knot.  He could taste the mixture of her slick and Light’s sperms on his tongue as he pushed his fingers deeper into her. 

“M..mhm…” Misa moaned as her eyes fluttered open.“Ryuzaki…?” Misa asked sleepily, her voice a bit hoarse and her eyes still half-lidded. 

“Shh… just… just don’t worry about me,” L said as he began sucking on Misa’s sensitive clit. Moans escaped her mouth and her fingers dug into L’s disheveled mop of black hair. She pulls him flush against her gooey slit as her eyes close for a few moments, savoring the feeling and trying to fight the sensitivity that she was still feeling before she went to sleep.  Her hips were undulating slowly as he struggled to stay still.  

He curled his fingers into her and sucked on her clit with sloppy kisses and playfully gently bites. It caused her to jump and another groggy moan left her tired body. She was rubbing her hips into L's face and yanking him forward into her as he ate her out.  L starts to hold her in place and keeps his pace, thirsting his slender fingers in and out of her sloppy entrance. her slick was drenching his face and the sheets below them. But it was not anyone's problem, they could worry about it when they didn't feel like they were burning from heat, literally being consumed with desire to be claimed and fucked. 

He works her through a surprisingly quick orgasm that had snuck up on her before it happened. She shivers and L mutters a compliment on her flavor and says sweet things in his respective way. Misa reached up a subtly took off the bite collar she had on and tucked it away somewhere between the fluff of the nest. 

“Hey Ryuzaki, you know what would really help with this situation? Biting. You should bite Light, when he wakes up he’ll feel better and totally thank you,” Misa said, hanging off L’s shoulders. 

“What about us?” L asked raising a fair point…Misa thought about it a bit before giving a lazy smile.

“We’ll bite each other of course, here I’ll show you, " Misa said, her lips coming and kissing on L’s trapezius right next to his scent glands. As her lips and pointed canines ghosted over L’s skin a shiver went down his spine. 

“Won’t that be a mate mark?” He asked.

“What? Of course not~ mate marks are higher up on the neck, trust me I’m an omega I know these things,” Misa said. It wasn’t per se that L was ignorant, far from it he was actually dead on about them being mate marks. However, the heat had turned his beautiful brain to mush and he was in a complete daze. 

Naturally, that’s how Misa ended up sinking her teeth into L’s tender flesh. He groaned at the mix of pain and pleasure. A shiver ran down his body and he closed his eyes as his body processed what was happening. Misa licked over the mark before pulling away. 

“See you don’t feel mated do you?” L shook his head. Not yet at least. He went to bite Misa and she let out a small moan. 

L bent down to where Light slept, a bit restlessly, and began kissing and licking his neck, it smelled so amazing he did feel the urge to bite him. So he did.  Light’s eyes widen and he lets out a hiss,  his side eyes L. 

“What the fuck…!” Light muttered out low curses before getting hit with a wave of the heat, and the new feeling of a mate mark forming. once L had removed his teeth out of the other man Light was quick to shove him back.  A frown on his face as he got ready to give him hell. 

“Light, what's wrong?” Misa asked, sliding closer to him. 

“What’s wrong? Ryuzaki just bit-“ Light clutched his head and he hissed. Misa came around to cradle Light’s head and began releasing more pheromones. The scent was a little dreamy and helped pacify his previous anger.

“It’s alright it was just a little nibble,” Misa said, kissing the corner of Light’s mouth. Light grumbled but Misa ignored it and continued peppering kisses on Light’s face. She tilted her head to the side exposing her scent glands that were silently calling for Light,  bite me, bite me!  They seemed to say. Light kisses Misa’s jaw, traveling his way down to her neck reluctantly as he is drawn closer to mark her.

“Bite me,” Misa said in a low seductive whisper.

“I’m not mate marking you,” Light said in between suckling hickies onto her neck, a small whimper came from her mouth before she spoke. L was silently watching them talk, his eyes switching between Misa and Light, seeing them in a new light.

“It’s not a mate mark,” Misa replied softly, Light sighed, his tongue licking over his teeth. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t didn’t want to bite Misa, he just wanted to avoid mating with her if possible. Light nibbled and nipped at Misa’s tender neck. As he went in for a deeper bite Misa suddenly shifted and he bit right into her trapezius. Misa gasped and Light’s eyes dilated as his teeth sank into her skin, he quickly pulled away.

“Dammit Misa!” Light cursed, glaring harshly at Misa, his hands flexed and his eyes twitched. His alpha was yelling at him for raising his voice at Misa, his (unfortunate) new mate and L was looking at him with a dark look. It was a warning. Only now he was seeing the marks on their necks. Misa rubbed her thighs together and Light could smell her sweet slick, of course, she was getting off on this. Light thought. 

“Misa you lied,” L said, even if he couldn't find it in his body to stay mad at his new mate. 

“Well technically no, it did make everything better right.?” She placed a hand on him and gave him a sweet smile. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be the smartest detective in the world or whatever? How did you believe her?” Light asked, looking at L with a glower. 

“Look I’m not really thinking straight right now ok,” L shrugged and massaged his fingers through his hair.

“Yeah Light, that’s just how heats are,” Misa said, defending the black-haired man. They all sat silent for a moment, it was the first time any one of them had actually said it.

“But like why are you two going through a heat in the first place, Like I’m not even due for my heat until a few more months ” Misa murmured. 

“That's actually a good question.” 

“Uh… hormonal imbalance” He was sweating, it was nervousness he was feeling but then it got worse.

Light suddenly felt extremely hot, beads of sweat rolled down his skin and his hair stuck to the sides of his face and his forehead. He laid back in the nest and wiped his arm over his forehead. His chest heaved as he tried to regulate his overwhelming fever. His hole was leaking slick and puckering around nothing. He was so unbelievably horny but it was so different from his usual horniness. He had been trying to push down the feeling but he couldn’t deny it anymore, he felt so severely submissive. 

He was holding back whimpers and whines that led L and Misa to pick up on his needs. L felt his eyes constrict as he moved closer to Light’s hole, he pushed his finger into his hole, and it gave him no problems. Light jumped at the intrusion he pushed his finger all the way in before pulling it out and getting the taste of Light on his tongue.  Then he pushes another finger in after he adds the first, 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” L starts to slowly trust his fingers and it shuts him up if only for a moment, his cock was throbbing as he felt the need to fuck the man who had his legs open for him. He licked up any of the dripping clear lubricants that came out of his hole.  He was feeling like he was having a heart attack due to the overwhelming desire to be fucked. 

He was sucking up his slick and thrusting his fingers into  Light until he watched his cock twitch from just the penetration of his fingers alone. His tongue flicked up to his balls and back down his fingers spreading open Light’s easy hole. He held back slutty moans as L’s fingers curled up to push against his oozing walls. He gets a definitive sound when L hits his prostate. Light bites his lips and covers his flushed face.  He felt like his heart was going to stop if he didn't get something more now, his heart was skipping beats as he felt like he was going cum by getting his asshole fingered. Light's ass lifts, his back arches, and his cock spasms, shooting a weak load to fall back onto him. 

“You taste so good that I have to have you now” L pulls his fingers out of his slip ‘n slide hole with a wet sound.

L rubbed his tip along Light’s hole that was soaked with slick.  Light turned his head to the side trying to hide his expression as L teased his needy hole. Light suppressed a whimper as L pushed the head of his cock into his ass. L let out a groan at the feeling of the tightness around his cock.  He slowly pushed his way into the tense entrance, L let out a groan and Light almost screamed. Misa scoots over and pats his damp hair.  Light closes his eyes to try and get used to the feeling of someone inside of him. 

“Just relax, it’s not gonna feel good when you’re clenching so tightly,” L said to Light. L starts off slow with his thrusts, as he tries to help him get used to his length filling his canal up till his hips are flushed against his. He then sped up and rocked his hips at a medium pace, while holding Light’s legs apart. Thrusting his hips in an upward motion L let out a pleasured sigh as his hips pushed in and out of the other man.  Light bit his lips to trap the noises of pleasure that itched to escape his mouth. It felt so good but he wanted more, it wasn’t enough to temper the fierce heat. Finding just the right angle L shot his fat tip right against Light’s prostate and he couldn’t help the sob that escaped from his mouth.

“Since Light won’t say it, keep doing whatever it is you just did,” Misa said with a giggle. Light could tell her heat was kicking back up by the way she rubbed her thighs together. However, that wasn’t something that he could help with when L was rearranging his guts. 

L learned more on top of Light, biting him in places he could easily reach, littering him with hickeys on his chest and even a few on his arms. He held the angle he thrusted into him over and over, the time between his trust getting shorter and shorter as he moved rougher.  As L roughly fucked into Light’s squelching hole his heavy balls slapped against his ass. The constant barrage left is ass reddened. L could feel like Light was close to climax from the way he squeezed around him. He found himself holding off on his orgasm so he could continue thrusting into Light’s hole. From the way Light spasmed around him he expected to see a few ropes of cum spurt out from his cock however slick clear liquid gushed around his cock, and a whimper escaped Light’s mouth.

Misa reached down and swiped her fingers through the juices before giving it a taste; she let out a satisfactory hum. It had a nice mild sweetness to it but was still alpha-ish somehow like a softer sweeter version of his cum is what she deduced. L’s head fell down as he felt the constriction of Light’s walls on him, he could feel himself getting closer. He tightens his grip on Light’s legs and pulls him into his lap, he folds him over and thrusts up into Light who grips the messy sheets.  He was letting out whimpers of his own,  feeling the smell of their heats on overdrive.

He felt his mouth salivate as he was overcome with the urge to complete the mate mark. He let his teeth aching to sink into him.  Each thrust felt like he was being called and begged to submit and bite him.  He had pulled L closer as if he had already known what Light wanted.  L tilted his neck for Light to bite him and when he did they both let out a shaky moan.  It made them shiver and it added a blanket of pleasure, it was feeling all kinds of good and it almost made him wish he would have done it sooner, but he knew when he got the better thought in mind he’d regret it.  That thought seems to sum itself up when Misa pulls his neck to the side and bites him afterway. He couldn’t do anything nor did he want to do anything about any of it at the current moment. He was far too distracted by what L was doing to him. 

Along with the new angle, and official marks, it all came a whole new dimension of pleasure, Light was drooling with pleasure, he felt like he couldn't get enough of the feeling and his head weakly tried to reach for something to grab on to as he gets ready for an all intense orgasm as he felt the subtle growing of L’s knot getting bigger within him.  His eyes were watering and he refused to look up at L as he pounded into him.  It was all too much for Light, as he had overcome him like a volcano ready for eruption.  His cum had shot out of him, getting on himself and a bit on L’s exposed lower half. 

“There you go” Misa had made her best efforts to soothe Light with his orgasm, he let out a string of moans as he clenched around L which sent the other alpha into a frenzy, he rutted against him as he got to his own peak.  His cock throbbed, his grip tightened on Light's legs when he held them far apart to slam his hips into him. His knot swelled and he cums inside of Light, all that seemed to cause a funny feeling to burn in Light's chest.  L collapses on top of Light, as cum gets even more on them both. They were both huffing and puffing as they lay stuck together by L’s knot

The week went by with little sleep and a lot of sex, some passionate and some rather rough.

On the second day, L was woken up to Light pounding Misa on her hands and knees. Such lewd loud moans were coming from her mouth. It was a wonder that he hadn’t woken up sooner.

“Ah- Ah Light, you feel so good~” Misa moaned. Her pussy creamed around him as he pistoned into her g-spot over and over again. The fat of her ass rippled as Light’s hips slapped against hers. With every second and every thrust, they came closer to cumming. 

“Knot it please, cum inside! I want your pups~” Misa whined. Light certainly does not want to get Misa pupped up. The through did make his dick twitch, however.

“Oh fuck! m’ gonna cum~” Misa cried out. The coil that had been slowly winding in her core snapped and she was hit by overwhelming pleasure, yet, Light didn’t stop the assault on her cunt.

“L-light wait, I can barely take it,” But light continued, his cock burying itself further into Misa’s cunt. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth hung open dumbly as all she could even think of was Light’s cock bullying its way into her pussy. It seemed like the pleasure would never stop like Light was going to be fucking into her abused cunt for hours. (it was five more minutes)

“Oh~ so fucking tight” Light moaned as his knot caught on the inside of Misa’s wet cavern and filled up her womb with his sticky seed.

Misa fell asleep with Light’s knot still inside her. A considerable amount of time later, after much caressing, fucking sucking and mutual masturbation L crawled over and pawed at Lights’s thighs. They lay on their sides, facing each other. L’s lips came around his tip, He licked over the slit and his tongue swirled around Light’s angry red tip. 

Meanwhile Light was licking stripes up L’s throbbing length. Light wouldn’t exactly say that he had come around to having an alpha over him. The feeling of wanting to submit to someone in the way he did with L was foreign but not exactly unwanted, at least while he was suffering through this heat, afterwards, he could find a solution to the situation. Light’s head bobbed up and down, taking half of L’s length into his mouth. At one point Light was quite literally fucking into L’s mouth, his cock routinely hitting the back of his throat and sliding against his tongue.

Avoiding knotting in each other's mouths they reluctantly pulled away from each other and Light’s ego was repaired a bit by topping L. Pressing his tip against the tight ring of muscle. Light positioning L onto his back, L looks up at him while frog blinking. He moved between his legs. 

Towards the middle of the week, it felt like a blur,  whether it was intentional or not it was completely hard to remember all that had happened. Yet one person seemed to know enough of what had happened, and that was Misa.  She told them that in the heat of the moment they had shared an intimate feeling with each other while L was stuck again inside Light for what felt like longer for his knot to go down. Misa wasn’t going to let them forget it. In fact, Misa may or may not have gotten a picture or two of the two men making out with a loving passion.  

Sometime at the end of the week, they all woke up in the middle of the night with slick covering their thighs and unbearable heat in their stomachs, it was so much worse than the rest of the days, Misa explained that towards the end of a heat, they get really intense. L was balls deep in  Misa’s ass and Light was in front of her sucking on her clit. After Misa’s first orgasm Light plunged his way into Misa's pussy and they went at it for hours after, in various positions of course.

Then on the last day, they all felt like mushes of lusted and sweaty blobs and the fabrics of the nest were crunchy.  Some of them look like an old abandoned sock of a questionable recluse penis haver. The amount of sex they had was extreme and sweaty and hot but in the end at least they all came out alive. 

Being a polyamorous mated pair wasn’t exactly in the plan for Light, however, he supposed he could work around it, he was going to be the god of the new world after all and he rationalized that it was perfectly reasonable for a god to have more than one mate (even if he had an alpha over him… for now at least), Well for now, all he had to worry about is cleaning up this nest. After washing their bodies, and the contents of the nest and reassembling it.  They lay down in the nest  Misa lay on Light's chest purring softly as she rubbed her wrist against Light’s scent glands and his clothes before doing the same with L and then the same with the other two. After thoroughly scenting each other they laid down. Light was lulled into peace by the for purring of Misa and the low rumbling of L. Before he fell asleep he looked up to see what Rias and Ryuk were doing,

Rias is juggling apples in her hand, a cheeky look on her face. “I'll give you Five apples for a smooch” She looked at him as she hopped closer to Ryuk, who was very much considering her offer. 

“....Yes” 

He sighed, wishing he hadn’t looked, and laid back down with his mates,

Notes: The Heat Note is a Concept we were hoping would become popular like an AU. If you're feeling particularly inspired feel free to write your own heat note story, just make sure to credit us and add the tag #The Heat Note.

[scipunk]

Oppenheimer (2023)

[arminreindl]

Tutcetus: Dwarf Basilosaurid

It's funny, barely a week after the reveal of Perucetus, perhaps the largest known basilosaurid so far, we immediately see the description of what may be the smallest.

Tutcetus, named after child king Tutankhamun, is a new species of early whale that may have measured only 2.5 meters. Known from a single skull of what is thought to be a subadult at the very edge of maturity, it is also one of the oldest basilosaurids. The fossil was discovered in the famous Fayum Depression, i.e. one of the most important regions for early whale fossils.

While its generally hard to tell age, the stage of tooth replacement and the fusion of the skull bones indicate that Tutcetus was about to reach maturity, so it likely didn't grow much larger than indicated by the holotype fossil.

Tutcetus seems to be an early diverging basilosaurid (which is paraphyletic according to the authors), with its closest relatives being Ocucajea (a contemporary of Perucetus) and Chrysocetus.

Although our sample size is obviously low, the authors still tried their best to deduce some parts of its biology. For instance, they suggest that the small size of this animal might be related to the warmer temperatures of its time and that Tutcetus followed the mantra of "live fast, die young". They argue that Tutcetus, again based on how its teeth were replaced, matured quickly to reproduce sooner, while never reaching an especially old age. This would contrast later basilosaurids, which would grow slower, reach larger sizes and live longer. But of course more material would go a long way to confirm these suggestions.

[tinytalkingtina]

Born to Run

Part 1 of Running with the Devil, a Steddie role reversal series

4k words | Rating: E

Tags/CW: Role reversal no upside down AU with some canon divergence, Jock/Track Star!Eddie, Metalhead/drug dealer!Steve, appalachian Eddie, confident bisexual Steve, Eddie has a sexuality crisis but is in denial, Eddie's sleeping mind decides to take matters into its own hands, wet dream (contains spanking and public humiliation), running of both the literal and metaphorical kind, child abuse referenced indirectly (physical beatings that happened in the past)

Read now on Ao3, and be sure to read @little-annie's Part 2 from Steve's POV, "Metal Health will Drive you Mad"

The sex dream within this fic is brought to you by the Week 4 prompt "slap" of the @steddiesmuttyseptember event

Eddie was always a runner. If you asked Wayne, he apparently skipped straight from crawling to toddling around as fast as his chubby legs could carry him. When he got older, it was a release valve, for everything and anything shitty in his life.

He didn’t have to think about his mom pulling a disappearing act, or his dad getting himself arrested (again). The world would narrow until the only sounds he could hear were the rushing in his ears and the smack of his sneakers on pavement.

Running had brought him to where he was now, as he clawed his way up the proverbial high school ranks. Anyone at this party would look at him and only see the triumphant senior captain of the track team, fresh off a successful meet. Every keg stand, every heroic retelling of a close race, every sloppy makeout session with a cheerleader, kept the attention on the Eddie of the present. 

No one needed to remember the wide-eyed weirdo with patched baggy clothes, nearly ten when his classmates would only turn nine that year.

All around him, the crowd ebbed and flowed between the alcohol and the bonfire, the flickering flames and shadows making it hard to tell who was who. Someone stumbled into Eddie, breaking him out of his brooding.

“Whoops, sorry Eddie! Guess I’ll have to make it up to you later.” Before he could say anything, the giggling cheerleader pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. (He knew he went on a date with her about a month ago, but her name eluded him. Tina, maybe, or Vicki?)

He forced a grin back. “Of course you didn’t mean it sugar. Gonna hold you to that ‘kay?”

The girl possibly named Tina swooned at the tiny bit of accent he'd carefully slipped in. Just a touch could be charming to the fine folks of the Midwest, even if what he ended up using was way less Appalachian hick and more refined Southern gentleman than his momma's family had ever spoken in their lives.

As soon as her back was turned, he let the smile slide off. His post-meet high wore off too quickly tonight, and it left him well, twitchy.

An arm slung itself over his shoulder. "Ed my man, this party is wild! Your best work yet dude." Tommy grinned at him, already drunk. Neither of them commented on how close Tommy was pressing himself into Eddie. Or how Eddie wasn't quite moving away. But then again, the two of them had perfected the art of leaving things unsaid after what happened sophomore year, how close they had come to—no.

"Heh, yeah. Hey, where's Carol? She's gonna be pissed you abandoned her."

"Please, Carol's fine. She's busy talking with Lisa Carmichael. Speaking of which, she's really into you. Come on, get your dick wet, you deserve it after that 800 meter. We're fucking going to states!" His last sentence was said much louder, and a chorus of cheers and whoops predictably echoed back from celebratory partygoers. The twitchiness grew.

"I dunno man, not really feeling it tonight." Eddie tried to subtly back up a little bit, but Tommy just swayed forward into his space again.

“Trust me, you won’t be feeling like that when you're balls deep in a nice tight—"

"Tommy will you just fucking stop? What's with your obsession with my dick huh?"

A look of fear and hurt flashed across Tommy's face for a second, before it was replaced with a scowl. Fuck that was the wrong thing to say and danced way too close to the thoughts about—nope, they were not gonna talk about that.

Eddie carefully pat Tommy on the shoulder instead of thinking. "Shit sorry, it's fine, you're just looking out for me, right? I appreciate it, just not uh, really in the partying mood for some reason." 

Tommy managed to recover his grin. "Oh, duh, why didn't you say so? That fucking freak Harrington finally showed up about thirty minutes ago. Sure he's got something that'll make you unwind a bit. Here, have one on me.”

Eddie wanted to snap that he didn’t need pity money. He got the kegs supplied just fine on his own, hadn’t he? But Tommy was still holding himself tensely several steps away. Tommy, who in sixth grade biked over every other day even after his parents had told him to stay away from the trailer park. Who “accidentally” always had a second pudding cup tucked in with his lunch for sharing. Whose summertime freckles were just starting to fade but Eddie knew still trailed down all the way to his—. 

Besides, maybe weed would take the edge off whatever ugly thing kept rearing its insistent head inside him tonight. Help him forget about the looming pressures of the future and the things he wasn’t going to think about, help him feel normal again.

“Thanks Tommy, I’ll try and relax.” Eddie grabbed the money and set off down the path towards Skull Rock, where Harrington always held court. The chill wind rustling through the trees was a welcome respite to his overheated skin.

The walk over to the next clearing was only a few minutes, but by the time Eddie came upon it, the thrum of bass and general teenage debauchery had faded into a low murmur.

Instead, Skull Rock reverberated with the sound of tapping and gentle humming. Eddie’s heart picked up a little.

Steve Harrington made him nervous. It wasn’t necessarily how loud the guy was. Eddie could understand the need to fill a room up. He could vaguely remember a quieter pre-pubescent Harrington before his dramatic transformation, dressed in tiny polos and khakis and halfheartedly kicking around a soccer ball. Now, his entire wardrobe consisted solely of black and red accented with flashy gold rings. The thick combat boots he wore constantly made him tower over everyone else, and the ever-growing collection of tattoos scattered on his body thoroughly scandalized each and every teacher. What they all meant was a perennial topic of discussion amongst the student body.

A voice echoed down from one of the boulders: “Oh hey, look who showed up, it’s Eddie Munson himself! Heard from your sidekick Hagan you’re the reason Hawkins is going to States.”

Steve was stretched out, lounging on the top of the rock, a pair of drumsticks held loosely in one hand.

“Yup, we are. First time in five years actually.” The state championships. There would be college recruiters there, and with them the promise of scholarships that’d get him out of this town. Somewhere far away from the looming threat of the plant bending his back prematurely like it had Wayne’s. Somewhere no one had heard the name of Al Munson.

“Well then.” Steve practically purred as he smoothly jumped down to the ground. He gave his drumsticks a twirl before stashing them in his pocket. “You sure got ‘em, didn’t you Tiger.”

Yeah, there it was. Seemed like sometimes, Harrington could see right through him, like he knew about how his thoughts occasionally strayed to—nope.

Eddie crossed his arms and tried to keep his face neutral. “Uh-huh.”

“Don’t you know it’s polite to thank someone when they compliment you?” Steve’s eyes sparkled with amusement. The fucker was toying with him. Worse, he was enjoying it.

Summoning every ounce of cockiness he possessed, Eddie stood up straight. Sure, this close Harrington had several inches on him, but it didn’t matter. Only one of them could throw the party of the year, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be the unpopular weirdo in front of him.

“Shouldn’t you be the one thanking me? I let you sell your shit at my party.”

“Got a mouth on you, don’t you.” Steve smirked. “Tell me Munson, what’s stopping me from taking my goodies to, say, the basketball team’s next rager and skipping out on your little get together entirely? Don’t have to dirty my shoes at their parties. They choose to host at a house.”

Eddie gritted his teeth. “Hey fuck you man, not all of us have—”

“Didn’t say I minded,” Steve plowed on, interrupting him. “Maybe I like the fresh air and the…view. Just like to enjoy them peacefully.” He stood there with his arms crossed, one eyebrow raised in expectation.

Eddie could feel his face flushing but he held his ground. “Never stopped you from helping yourself to our beer.”

“Free shitty beer, just what I look forward to.” Steve said, rolling his eyes. “I gotta say, wasn’t really expecting you to come here. Don’t you usually send someone else to get your fix?”

Eddie shrugged. “Needed a change. And we both know you overcharge Tommy.”

“You’re not wrong about that.” Steve barked out a laugh. “But he deserves the asshole tax. Just weed for you tonight? There’s all kinds of ways to unwind if your usual methods are leaving you…unsatisfied there Munson.”

Vividly, Eddie was reminded of the graffiti scribbled on the walls above the urinals near the gym: Score a touchdown, then score with SH. More often than not, Steve could be found spectating the games, quietly dealing underneath the bleachers. On occasion, one girl or another could be seen emerging from underneath and brushing dirt off her skirt. But there was that other rumor, one that no guy would ever admit to having personal experience with. That if you won, Harrington would give anyone weed for free if they got on their knees for him and—woah there. What was wrong with him tonight?

“Th-think the weed is jus’ fine, ain’t lookin’ for much else.” he stammered out. Shit, why did his accent have to slip now of all times? “I mean, weed is all I need. Those fucking pricks from Greencastle got under my skin.” Assholes thought they were so big, mocking his out of style sneakers. Those shoes hadn't stopped him from shaving half a second off the regional record, but he couldn't help but still feel the barbs from their insults lodged under his skin, festering.

Steve cocked his head as he stared at Eddie with an unreadable expression on his face. Finally he broke into a disarming smile. Eddie couldn’t remember ever seeing Steve sincerely express happiness, at least not from this distance. He would have remembered how prett—how his eyes lit up.

“I’m in a band you know. Pierced Scepter. We play down at this shitty dive bar and yeah, usually it’s a crowd of four drunks and the bartender, but it doesn’t matter. Being on any stage is…fuck it’s awesome. But sometimes it’s a little too much to just pack it all up right after. So I come out here to scream my head off, get it all out. Better off terrorizing the birds than picking fights when my parents are around.” Steve unconsciously rubbed his palm as he laughed humorlessly. “Saves on the screaming matches at home and the. Well.”

“Didn’t realize rich folks got their own hands dirty like that.” Carol’s parents had left the task of punishment to her nanny, preferring to swoop in with carrots after the stick had been administered.

Steve raised an eyebrow. “Pretty sure my dad would say something about how ‘real men are responsible for disciplining their kids so they don’t get soft.’ Though what he considers ‘soft’ changes a lot based on his mood. And whether he’s wearing a belt or suspenders that day.”

“G-d, who knew our dads have something in common then?” Eddie snorted. “Never could keep my old man happy, was always doing something wrong. He took the belt to me so often in third grade I barely could sit down the whole year.” His first time in third grade anyway, the one before he was whisked away to the safe haven of Wayne’s trailer.

“And…I have absolutely no idea why I told you that.” He barely talked about his dad to Tommy and Carol for crying out loud. On visitor’s days he always made up some lie about why he and Wayne were driving close to the state penitentiary.

Steve let out a weird little braying bark of a laugh and shuffled his feet. “Right, you didn’t come here to cry over our daddy issues. Gimme a sec to get your stuff.” Steve reached behind to grab the lunchbox he carried his goods around in. As he did, his jacket slid open enough to show the exposed line of his clavicle above the low-cut collar of his tee. Eddie swallowed hard. Against his will, his eyes dipped lower, noticing a design over the top of his pec in black ink. Oh, a new tattoo.

Eddie squinted trying to make out what it was. “It’s been a while since you gave O’Donnell a reason to lecture us on the ‘decaying morality of the modern day.’ Is that a two headed monkey?”

Delight flickered over Steve’s face. “This? Yeah, it’s new. Supposed to be Demogorgon, the ‘Prince of Demons.’” At Eddie’s blank look he chuckled. “He’s a monster from Dungeons and Dragons, you know, the fantasy game we play in Hellfire Club. It was the final battle of a months long campaign and our characters were trying to escape Demogorgon’s lair. Most of the party was close to death, but at a chokepoint, my character took a last stand and gave the others enough time to escape. Everyone else got out, even if the bastard got me in the end. So, I got this as a tribute to my character's sacrifice.”

Eddie spoke without thinking. “Oh, that’s kind of similar to what Gandalf did: facing off against the Balrog to save the rest of the Fellowship.”

Forget fleeting glimpses of real smiles. The look of surprise Steve gave him was almost comically out of place on his face. “You’ve read Lord of the Rings?”

“While ago, yeah. The Hobbit too.” Back when he first moved in with Wayne, the man had found an absolutely beautiful illustrated set at a rummage sale. Eddie smiled to himself, remembering how excited he’d been to get his first real present ever. “Spent a whole summer running around during the day, then staying up way too late reading all night. My uncle had to confiscate my flashlight eventually.”

A snort from Steve jolted Eddie out of his memories as he realized who he was talking to. “Don’t tell anyone that Harrington, or else,” he ordered as he flushed for the second time that evening, “The rest of your dorky club of nerds better not start bothering me in the hallway just because I’ve read Tolkien. Not going to step in to save them if they forget their place.”

Steve’s expression shuttered as he stood upright. “Right, wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation with the rest of your jock buddies.” Eddie was taken aback by the bitterness in Steve’s voice. “They might explode if you admit to having interests beyond banging chicks, sports magazines, and beer. Your secret’s safe with me. After all, who’s going to believe the Freakshow? Here.” He shoved a baggie in Eddie’s face. “That should be enough for about a week. Now get lost before I double the price.”

Eddie opened his mouth to apologize. But the artificial sneer on Steve’s face made him lose his nerve. He just held out his money as he snatched away the weed. “Thanks, uh, have a good night Harrington. Help yourself to something from the kegs.” He almost made it to the edge of the trees before Steve’s voice called out to him: “Hey, Munson!” 

He froze and turned. Steve had clambered back onto Skull Rock, moonlight and shadows making him look otherworldly and malevolent, towering over the clearing. “Keep that attitude of yours in check next time, or else I might take my services somewhere else. But, if you need more help…unwinding, well. You know where to find me.” That knowing smirk was firmly fixed back in place on his face. 

Eddie couldn’t help it. He finally gave into his impulses and ran.

He didn’t think about those plush lips drawn back into a genuine smile as he quickly navigated back to the party. He didn’t think about those amused eyes seeing right through him as he knocked back a few cups of beer and danced a little with anyone and no one. And he certainly wasn’t thinking about that tattoo surrounded by chest hair as he staggered home to an empty trailer and collapsed into his bed.

“You look so good there, kneeling for me Eddie.” Steve looms over him, those ringed hands on his hips. Eddie realizes he’s naked in the clearing and flushes with embarrassment. When did he take off his clothes?

Any thoughts on how he ended up here are derailed when the wind caresses his body. Oh. Tendrils of air race over his exposed chest and glide over his heavy balls and dripping cock. 

“And look how much you’re enjoying it too.” He’s never been this turned on in his life, and it’s all because of Steve. All for Steve. He’s powerless to prevent a moan from falling out of his mouth. 

“You act so big at school, like you’re the top of the food chain yeah? A real king of the jungle. But you and me, we know better. You’re not a scary tiger at all are you. No, you’re just a cute little kitten.”

Eddie can’t help but whine as he spreads himself wider in invitation.

“Yeah, thought you’d like that.” Steve crooks a finger and gestures for Eddie to follow him. “Come on kitten.” Eddie begins to get up, his legs tingling with pins and needles.

“Mhm, no. I like you better down there. In fact, I think you should crawl.”

He shudders but obeys the sound of that voice, would do anything for it. He stays on all fours as the path unwinds before them, until they come to a door. Eddie moves as fast as he can to follow Steve through, tumbling into the void within. He flails, plummeting until a familiar wax-polished wood rushes up to meet his palms. Eddie doesn’t dare get up from his hands and knees as he lifts his head but-

The gym is filled to the brim. 

Their classmates sit silently, blank looks on their faces as they stare. They’re waiting for something to happen. White hot shame courses through his veins as he desperately tries to cover up.

The voice cuts smoothly through the haze of his embarrassment: “Look at them kitten, they’re all waiting for a show. Let’s give one to them.”

Steve nudges him onto his back. He grabs his wrists and pulls them away from his body, exposing Eddie to the crowd. No! His face is on fire as he tries to fight it, but he can’t seem to break free, his strength sapped away. Steve tightens his hold on his wrists.

“Settle down Eddie, let them see you. You love this.”

He knows Steve is right. He can’t hide how hard his aching cock is, slapping against his belly as he squirms. But he can’t help it, they’ll all know. Faint whispers drift down from the stands as the crowd watches him struggle.

“Please, don’t make me do this,” he begs, but the words get caught in his choked up throat.

“I think you’ve forgotten your place. Maybe you need a reminder that you can’t hide, not from me.”

Steve hauls him up and easily slings him over a shoulder. Eddie lays there limply, frozen and whimpering. He’s unceremoniously dumped on top of a teacher’s desk right at the center line.  Hands come up to squeeze at his nipples, hard. Just the way he does when he’s alone. His cock twitches and drools even more from the groping. 

Eddie blinks, and suddenly the bleachers are that much closer.

“Be happy kitten, all the attention is on you! Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?” Oh G-d. Every eye is fixed on him, the buzzing of interest growing louder.

“No, I don’t want this, I don’t want you!” He shouts as loud as he can but the words come out muted and garbled.

Steve barks out a cruel laugh. “God, you’re pathetic. But then you’ve always been so good at lying to yourself haven’t you? You were the one who kissed Tommy, not the other way around. But when he went in for more, you pushed him off and ran away.”

Through the blur of tears, he can just make out Tommy’s face in the crowd, wearing the same accusatory and hurt look he had two years ago.

Steve leans down to nibble at his ear. “And,” he whispers, his voice silky smooth. “Let’s not forget how in the back of your head you imagine me shoving you against a locker and making you take it. Or sometimes, I threaten you with my knife a little out in the woods, yeah?”

Without warning, Eddie is manhandled over Steve’s lap. “Good news, guess today’s your lucky day kitten. I’m going to make you take it until you admit to everyone what you really want.”

SMACK!

The first slap to his ass sounds loudly, echoing around the gym. Eddie nearly swallows his tongue trying to keep quiet. The spectators in the stands let out a gasp for him.

But Steve doesn’t stop there. He keeps going, until Eddie feels like his ass is on fire.

He finds himself pleading for Steve to have mercy, slipping back into the accent he tries so hard to keep a lid on normally.

“Ha, there he is, finally. You can dress yourself up in a varsity jacket all you want, but we all know what you really are. Just a piece of trailer trash. You can’t run from this you dumb hick. Tell me what I want to hear.”

Eddie shakes his head. He can’t. “Fine, then take your punishment.”

Smack after smack rains down on his ass. The pain builds and builds, and the crowd gets louder and louder. But underneath the humiliation, he remains hard and grows even more desperate. Every slap sends him thrusting, his cock trapped between Steve’s muscular thighs. It doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Ha! And you jocks call me the freak. You’re the one humping my leg and yowling like you’re in heat. Pain turn you on kitten?”

That’s all it takes to push him over the edge. 

He cums to the sound of cheers.

Eddie woke with a jolt and a gasp, his whole body pulsing in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced. 

Trembling, he curled up into a ball and let the tears fall. This was nothing, just a passing thought his brain had gotten attached to. All he had to do was survive the year, and then he could be finally free of Hawkins, and the living ghosts that haunted him.

If only that had been the last time he dreamed of Steve Harrington.

Two weeks later, Eddie woke with a fuzzy head and even fuzzier memories of the night before, vaguely remembering a ringed hand stroking his hair. On his nightstand was a glass of water, some Tylenol, and a note from SH telling him to take it easy. 

After that his dreams changed. Sometimes he wasn’t humiliated at all, and those tattooed arms kept him safe and cared for. It felt worse almost, to have his subconscious offer up such happiness, only to snatch it away when he woke to an empty bed. He didn’t dare spend the night in the arms of a girl at her house, worried he’d reveal himself for the freak he was.

A full month of torment and countless hours of lost slumber later, Eddie finally had had enough. He grabbed his keys and tore off in the direction of Steve's house, praying that Carol wouldn't see his van in her neighbor's driveway at this time of night.

As he rang the doorbell, he didn’t know what to expect. But it certainly wasn’t the sight of a sleep rumpled Steve answering the door in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. Somehow, seeing his bare hands felt more intimate than the lack of shirt did.

“Munson? Gave me a heart attack, thought my parents were back a day early. What are you—”

“Hey,” Eddie interrupted, wide-eyed and feeling slightly crazed. “Can we talk?”

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It's finally here! This began life as a brain worm that Annie and I have turned into a whole fully expanded universe. We can't wait to write more with these two :D

Tagging a few folks who showed interest in the original Wiggly Wednesday post (but please feel free to ignore): @eyesofshinigami @augustjustice @griefabyss69 @hairstevington

@dreamy-jeans137 @eriquin @hbyrde36 @hotluncheddie

Thank you to steddiecameraroll-graphics for the runner divider!

[tsukimefuku]

Driving lesson

You asked Ijichi for some driving lessons.

Tags: platonic Ijichi & OC/Reader. Friendship. Fluff. Comedy. Crack taken seriously. Ijichi deserves more appreciation, he’s so precious.

WC: 600

This is part of my "Jujutsu Partners Canon Divergence AU". A sequence of short stories and random drabbles for a Nanami x Reader x Higuruma long fic I might write. To see the ever-growing list of one-shots and short stories, please visit my masterlist :) 

Disclaimer: these stories are NOT written and posted in chronological order of events. To see where this one fits in the timeline, please refer to the masterlist above.

Also, this is barely proof-read. I apologize for any blunders 😅

The car jumped, jolted and stopped. Then, it jolted, sped up for a few meters, and halted violently again. You and Ijichi were getting savagely shaken inside the car at your less than ideal abilities in driving it. He had his seatbelt on, and held his glasses on his face, afraid they might take flight the next time you moved your feet.

“Ms., what are you doing?” Ijichi asked, concerned, as you gripped the steering wheel like you were holding onto it for dear life.

“I don’t know!” You exclaimed, in a mix of frustration and desperation. “I have no clue.”

You had asked on a day off for ijichi to help you learn some driving skills, if it ever were something you needed. He agreed, a little suspicious and anxious as to why you would ask that, especially from him, given you seemed to be close to other people like Nanami or even Gojo, who could actually aid you in finding somewhere to get a proper driver’s license.

In reality, you just wanted to learn the basics, so here you were, in an empty parking lot, nearly heart arresting the poor man every time the car moved.

He sighed softly, thinking that going over the instructions one more time would be helpful. “Let’s go back to the beginning. You need to press the brake pedal. Then, you push the button on the gear shift, and slide it from Park to Drive, still pressing on the brake pedal.”

“Right, that’s where I’m at right now. I’m holding the brakes.”

“Then, you let go of the brake pedal slowly, and begin pressing the gas pedal softly.” Ijichi was emphatic when he uttered the words slowly and softly.

“At the same time or do I let go of one pedal and then press the other?” You asked, earnestly.

Ijichi was very confused, and you noticed it.

“What? What’s wrong?”

He silently tilted himself to take a look at your feet, and that was when he realized that you had your left foot on the brake pedal, and the right foot on the gas pedal.

“Ms., you need to operate both pedals with your right foot. Just rest your left foot on the opposite corner.” Ijichi said, pushing his glasses back into position once more, incredulous you’d be doing that and thought it was just fine.

“What?! I have to use only one foot?!” You grunted, tilting your head back on the rest. “Who the hell conceived this death contraption?!”

“An American entrepreneur named Henry Ford.”

You sighed. “Ijichi, I know that. It was rhetorical.”

“Oh.” He answered, slightly embarrassed.

“I mean, I think I should actually go get some lessons and get my driver's license?” You thought out loud, scratching your head with one hand as you put the car in Park with the other.

“Heaven’s, no.” Ijichi let out instantly, by accident.

You looked at him surprised, and he tensed up, ready for the scowling he was already very used to receiving from sorcerers.

You were actually amused at his unrestrained sincerity, and began cackling, much to his confusion. Your laughter was wholehearted.

“I’m a jujutsu sorcerer, my expertise needs to be fighting and exorcizing curses,” you began, “and with no false modesty, I feel like I’m pretty good at it.” Your eyes then met Ijichi’s. “I think I should leave navigating this grim machine for people who are good at it. People like you.”

He looked at you a little taken aback, and feeling somewhat proud at the compliment.

“Yeah, ‘heaven’s, no’. That sounds about right,” you said, chuckling again at it. He began laughing with you, feeling his concern subside.

“So, let’s go get something to eat? All these near death experiences made me hungry.” You chirped, light-spirited.

Ijichi nodded. “I’ll drive.”

You started removing your seatbelt so that you could exchange seats. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, buddy.”

[faketrex]

FirstPrince, 12

Thank you, Chrissy! 💝 For prompt number 12, "the beach at ten on a Monday morning."

RWRB, canon divergence: different first meeting, set in April 2016 (nearly a year after Arthur's death but still before Rio, and well before the first Claremont Election Day).

...

If Henry had been thinking ahead, he might not have adopted a puppy immediately before fleeing the country for a week.

His Royal Highness Prince Henry will undertake a Spring Tour of French Basque Country. This will include visits to…, per Royal Communications.

Translated, Unfortunately, HRH Prince Henry would have gone irretrievably off his bloody rocker if he had spent one second more suffocating in Kensington Palace’s gray cloud of mourning. Therefore, he's going away to convalesce by the sea for a tick. Best of luck to him.

Hopefully, a week in Biarritz will set him to rights. He'll return freed of the temptation to smash vases and tea settings and any number of priceless stolen artifacts for the sole purpose of eliciting any reaction other than pity.

David the puppy may yet have a penchant for breaking things, but he's cute enough to get away with it. Henry had grown out of such a forgiving stage years earlier.

At ten a.m. on a chilly Monday morning in April, the Plage de la Côte des Basques is nearly empty. It's too cold to swim, in Henry's opinion. David doesn't care; he bounds across the sand where the waves crest and crash onto the beach, zig-zagging on his lead and getting soaked in the process. Although he's much too small to swim, he's adept at making himself thoroughly wet and sandy and sharing those conditions with Henry by shaking his tiny body to fling water over Henry's rolled-up trousers.

Watching David play, it's easy to almost forget how he'd woken Henry appallingly early after a near-sleepless night–Henry's, that is. Henry had lain awake until four in the morning, staring at the ceiling. All the while, David had slept peacefully in his dog bed, curled next to a plush toy. He had woken Henry at seven a.m. without the slightest hint of remorse.

Luckily, he's adorable.

When they return to Henry's spot on the sand, he sits and wraps David in a towel, settling him on his lap to keep him warm. Aside from the waves, the seagulls, and the chatter from surfers carrying their boards across the sand, the beach is quiet.

Henry feels muzzy with fatigue and his heart aches, still, as it has for the past eleven months, but it doesn't overwhelm him. For once, the ache is more sore than sharp.

"Hey, can I say hi to your puppy?"

The boy is standing several meters away, likely in deference to the dark-suited PPO lurking nearby. He's close enough for Henry to get a good look at him, though: dark curls hanging in dripping ringlets over his forehead, a black wetsuit bearing the stylized blue wave logo of one of the surf schools, a sharp square jawline. The grin on his face doesn't once falter while Henry looks him over.

Despite the persistent ache, Henry feels his heartbeat quicken. He might be several meters away, but that's nothing, really; he's not so far that Henry can't recognize the danger.

A boy like that could set him on fire.

David wriggles in his lap, grumbling, and the boy's smile widens.

Henry should turn him away.

"Yes," he says instead. "But you'd better have a seat so that I can hold his lead. He's a very good boy, but he's rather excited to be at the beach today."

"Cool," the boy says, dropping unceremoniously onto the sand within reach of Henry's blanket. "I'm Alex."

"Henry."

The moment of realization as Alex connects Henry's name to his face to, presumably, his status as a figurehead-in-training, is painfully obvious: Alex's expression melts from friendly interest, to surprise, to hesitance.

It was too much to hope that Alex wouldn't recognize him. His accent sounds American, but that's no matter. Even Americans aren't unaware of the unfortunate persistence of the British monarchy. There's no denying that Henry has a famous face; if the monarchy hadn't cursed him to that, being Arthur Fox's son would have sufficed. Still, he wouldn't give up being his father's son for any of it.

Henry sticks out his chin a little and doesn't look away. "I'm Henry," he repeats. "And… this is David."

Alex keeps staring at him, but slowly, oh-so slowly, one of his eyebrows creeps upward. "Henry and David, huh? Are you two planning a hostile takeover of the fruit basket industry?"

It's nothing like any reaction that Henry could have expected, no mention of the Queen or James Bond. There's no pity on Alex's face, either, just the hint of a sly smile accented by the sheen of drying seawater. "I–what?"

"It's–you know, like Harry and David?"

"I'm afraid I don't," Henry says, unwrapping David's towel and setting him down, dry and slightly fluffy, on the sand between them. "And I said Henry, not Harry."

"What a waste of a great joke," Alex complains, but his grin has fully returned–at David's antics, surely.

"You should consider yourself lucky to meet him now, in fact. David is going to grow up to be an international rock star."

"Oh, yeah?" Alex holds one hand still while David gives it a thorough sniff.

"Exactly right," Henry affirms. "In the footsteps of Bowie."

"David Beagle Bowie, huh? That's fucking cute."

A sea cure, really. Henry has always been an Austen fan, but the dream of convalescence had only been a dark joke. But perhaps–well, he can't help but wonder.

And Alex, for his part, seems in no hurry to leave.

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ִֶָ࣪‎‎ ☾. 𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 ｡ || chapter 2 ; whispers

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“quirk assessment? but…what about the entrance ceremony? the orientation?” you heard a girl with brown hair say.

you watched as aizawa's eyes narrowed, his expression deadpan as he addressed the girl. "if you're going to become a hero, you don't have time for such leisurely events."

"ua's selling point is how unrestricted its school traditions are," aizawa continued, his gaze sweeping across the group. "that's also how the teachers run their classes."

you felt the tension in the air ratchet up a notch. the excited chatter from earlier had died down, replaced by an uneasy silence. 

aizawa outlined the different activities - the 50-meter dash, grip strength, and long jump.

"alright, let's start with the ball throw," aizawa said, handing you a softball. "y/n, you're up first. show us what you can do."

stepping forward, you gripped the smooth ball in your palm. closing your eyes for a moment, you steadied your breathing, pushing aside the rising tide of anxiety. when you opened them, your gaze locked with aizawa's, finding a quiet reassurance in his steady expression. you imagined the other students' eyes boring into your back, their expectations a crushing pressure. what if you failed? what if your quirk lashed out, hurting someone? 

no, stay calm. 

you glanced at the distant treeline, wondering how far you could throw without your quirk. not far enough, surely. not impressive enough for ua. the power inside you stirred, a restless beast pacing its cage. it whispered promises of strength, of greatness, but you knew its true nature. destructive. uncontrollable. dangerous.

your feet felt rooted to the ground, your arm refusing to move. you turned to aizawa, eyes pleading. "aizawa-san…i can’t —"

"oi, y/n!" 

katsuki's voice cut through your spiraling thoughts like a knife, sharp and insistent. "what the hell are you doing? stop wasting time and throw the damn ball already!"

you flinched at his harsh tone, but beneath the anger, you caught a flicker of something else in his crimson eyes. it was gone before you could decipher it, replaced by his usual scowl. 

you took a deep breath, steadying yourself. closing your eyes, you reached deep within yourself, feeling for that familiar well of energy. it surged to meet you, eager and hungry, but this time you didn't recoil. instead, you embraced it, letting it flow through your veins like molten gold. 

you activated your quirk. your skin tingled as the power gathered in your palm, a black veil swirling around the softball. you could feel the weight of it, the dense mass compressed into that tiny sphere. you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding as you realized the ball was still intact, barely touching your palm from the sheer force between, but intact.

with a flick of your wrist, you reversed the gravitational field in your hand. the softball, suddenly released from the crushing force, shot upwards like a rocket, vanishing into the clear blue sky. it hung there for a moment, suspended at the apex of its arc, before plummeting back towards the earth.

the class watched in stunned silence as aizawa held up his phone, the glowing numbers ticking upwards at a dizzying pace. "942.6 meters," he announced, his voice cutting through the hush.

a ripple of shock ran through the students, their eyes wide with disbelief. you stood there, arm still outstretched, hardly daring to move. had you really just done that? the power still thrummed through you, a heady rush of adrenaline and something else, something fierce and exhilarating. 

you met aizawa's gaze, seeing the barest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. you allowed yourself to return it. 

a second later, the world tilted, the ground rushing up to meet you as your vision swam. your arm felt like lead, the fingers that had gripped the ball tingling with a dull ache. it was like a dam had broken within you. the after-effects of the exertion slammed into you with a vengeance. the anxiety that had clawed at you all morning, the fear of your quirk lashing out, the sheer effort of focusing so much of your strength towards controlling that raw power - it all came crashing down in one debilitating wave.

your head spun, the cheers of your classmates a muffled roar in your ears. panic clawed at your throat, the taste of bile rising in your mouth. 

pathetic.

a strong hand gripped your arm, an anchor in the storm that threatened to consume you. you heard aizawa’s voice, so far away. "easy there," he said, his voice low. "you did well. take a seat, catch your breath."

you’re wasting your potential.

but sitting down felt like defeat. you couldn't let them see you like this, weak and trembling. not after you'd just thrown the damn ball further than anyone thought possible. you didn’t even use your power for more than three seconds, at most.

you’re shie hassaikai blood.

you gritted your teeth, pushing back against the insidious whisper. 

"i'm fine," you forced out, your voice hoarse. "i can do the next test."

aizawa's brow furrowed. he saw the strain etched on your face. "listen to your body, y/n. recovery girl can—“

you're good for nothing but killing.

"no!" the word ripped from your throat, raw and desperate.

aizawa's gaze held yours. "bakugo. take her inside and make sure she gets some water."

you turned to see katsuki standing there, a scowl etched on his face, but his eyes held a trace of… was it worry?

katsuki didn't wait for another word. he grabbed your arm, surprisingly gentle, and steered you towards the building.

"katsuki," you mumbled, trying to catch your breath. "i can walk myself."

he snorted. "don’t be stupid."

you wanted to argue, but the world tilted again, sending a wave of nausea crashing over you. you bit back a groan, leaning more heavily on his arm.

finally, you reached the cool haven of the building. katsuki pushed open the door and deposited you onto a nearby bench.

he grabbed a paper cup from a nearby dispenser and filled it with water, holding it out to you. you took it gratefully, downing the cool liquid in a single gulp.

"you scared the crap out of me back there," katsuki blurted out, his voice surprisingly quiet.

you raised an eyebrow, surprised by his bluntness. "scared you?"

"yeah," he muttered, looking away. "you looked like you were gonna pass out, or worse."

a small smile tugged at your lips. 

"i'm okay now," you assured him, handing the empty cup back. "thanks for the water."

he threw the cup into a nearby trash can before shoving his hands into his pockets, avoiding your gaze. "so," he mumbled, "about that quirk of yours…"

"it's called nihility," you started, voice barely above a whisper. "i can... create these fields of gravitational distortion. it can tear apart anything; erase them.”

"so that's why you were so scared to use it," he finally muttered, eyes fixed on a spot on the floor.  a beat of silence, then, "why didn't you tell me?"

the question hung heavy in the air. you thought of the man, his lifeless eyes staring blankly; the violence all caused by your hands… 

the words wouldn't form.  they choked you, trapped in your throat like a scream waiting to be released. 

you traced a circle on the wooden bench, your nails digging into the soft material harder than you intended.

“if you can’t say it, then don’t.” katsuki said roughly. “i’m heading back.”

you pushed yourself off the bench cautiously, a hand clasped tightly on the bench’s wooden edge in case dizziness threatened to take over again. 

you looked up to see katsuki hovering by the doorway, a frown etched on his face. "you coming or not?"

hesitantly, you straightened. "yeah, i'm coming." you weren't sure if you were ready to face the others again, the weight of their curious stares, the unspoken questions hanging in the air. but the alternative was staying here alone, lost in your own head, and that wasn't appealing either.

as you walked back outside, the sunlight seemed harsher, the cheers of your classmates grating on your nerves. you tried to blend into the background, keeping your head down, but the whispers followed you like a shadow.

"did you see that throw? it was insane!"

"who is she, anyway?"

"maybe she's a recommended student."

you flinched at the last comment. you weren't sure if you wanted the scrutiny that came with being a recommended student, especially not for a quirk like yours.

“a-are you okay?”

you turned to see a boy with unkempt green hair and freckles running towards you with a distressed expression. 

“ your quirk was so cool; i’ve never seen anything like it! i was so worried when you almost collapsed though, is your quirk hard to control? mine is also-”

"give her some space, damn deku. can't you see she's not in the mood for a lecture?" katsuki interjected with that harsh tone of his that you were still not used to.

the freckled boy deflated slightly, his smile dimming. "oh, right, sorry! i didn't mean to pry. i just..."

“no, it’s fine,” you reassured, “you’re midoriya izuku, right?”

"y-yes, that's me! and you're…y/n? l-last name...?"

the question hung in the air, unwelcome. 

“just y/n is okay.” you said, forcing a smile. 

the next few tests passed in a blur. you went through the motions, your body on autopilot while your mind wrestled with the aftermath of unleashing your quirk. the grip strength test was a joke, the meter straining to display the crushing force in your hand. the long jump… well, let's just say the landing zone needed some serious repairs after your attempt.

you glanced around, taking in the confident expressions of your classmates, the way their eyes gleamed with excitement. this was what they were born for. this was their dream. 

people in this world were not born equal. for people like you, some dreams were simply not meant to be chased. 

hero course, huh. 

what the hell were you even doing here?

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