#ehe. heh. weeps

[theo-grayson]

i wonder what he's looking at :)

[morzowo]

[twsthottakes]

imma be honest.... I'm quite pissed that Silver x Idia is not that famous. No it's not because I think this ship is better than the other yadda yadda.... it's just I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH SILIDIA FOOD TO FEAST :(((((((((((((( So if any artist/writer sees this and u see a potential between them... give it to me *gremlin noises* also pray for my wallet so one day I could commission my ship instead of weeping anonly thankyouuuurrr<3<3<3<3<3

HELPPP-

I'm personally more of an Azul enjoyer, but as a fellow rare pair fan, I absolutely get where you're coming from. And Silidia seems like a really interesting pairing! Two introverted people, and yet their perception on others is completely different, with Silver viewing others in a much more positive light than Idia.

While I absolutely understand your plight, if you haven't written or drawn anything for them yet, you might want to try! I used to feel the same way about a rarepair of mine, actually. Specifically, how it felt like all the authors for that ship clearly liked one character more. And I thought no one out of even the very few people who wrote for it would be interested in seeing anything I had to share, because 1. I wasn't confident in my own writing abilities (partially due to my age and lack of experience writing) and 2. The particular ideas I had were quite unpopular, not only rarepair centered but also favoring the character who most fans didn't favor.

But then, I was met with the pleasant surprise of people actually giving me a chance! People read my fics, and commented on them telling me how much they liked it! It was kind of crazy in a good way.

So yeah, if you haven't already, you might want to give making your own stuff a chance. You might even end up inspiring others and getting them into your ship!

But hey, not everyone likes writing or drawing, and if you already make stuff for your ship, this whole ramble was just a load of hot air. So take a complimentary Silidia drabble (below the cut) and see if my writing's even good enough for me to be listened to.

"So Ganyu's DPS seems good, but considering the powercreep, and how OP dendro is-"

The feeling of something soft on his shoulder stopped Idia.

"E-Eh, Silver...?"

It was Silver. Silver just fell asleep on his shoulder.

Silver just fell asleep on his shoulder. Silver just-

Fuck. Was this a special event or a final boss? Idia could barely tell.

"Ortho," he whispered. Would Silver wake up if he was too loud? Wait, no. Silver was a heavy sleeper. That was clear enough from how Idia's overheating hadn't woken him up yet.

Wait, no. Ortho was out with Ace-shi. He wasn't here to help.

Wait, but what would he even help with? Getting Silver to wake up? Doing that was getting the chance to unlock an extra-rare special event and just throwing it away! Only some weirdo who thought speedrunning a VN—wait, no, Idia'd done that before—would do that. But irl romance wasn't something Idia wanted to speedrun! It wasn't even something he even thought he'd get to have!

Motion. Fuck, w-was Silver waking up? Did Idia's overheating really get to him?

"Idia..."

"S-Sorry, I-"

"I love you too, Idia."

Huh? Where'd that even come from?

"Yes, our wedding was quite lovely, Idia. However, I must admit, your decision for a Cowboy theme certainly caught me off-guard."

Just a dream, then. Never mind.

W-Wait a second, they were married? Just in the dream, but still! They were married in there? Silver thought of them doing that?

Heh, he must've really seen their relationship going places, then.

Idia definitely didn't smile like some sappy romcom love interest at that. He did, however, calm down just a bit.

This was actually pretty based.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Subaru Maniac [Epilogue]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

ー The scene starts in the big hall of Eden

Shuu: I don’t think the situation will have any immediate impact but...

If we do end up losing Carla, it’ll take a huge bite out of our expected military power.

Reiji: We’re in quite the pickle...

Subaru: I mean, I can just fight twice as hard to make up for it, right?

Shuu: ...Hah?

Shin: I didn’t think you’d offer to cover for Nii-san.

Subaru: ...What? Got a problem with it?

Shin: No? I don’t think we have much other choice. 

Reiji: Either way, let us be utmost careful as to not let this information leak to the opponent.

ー The others leave

Subaru: ーー Oi, Ruki.

Ruki: Yes?

Subaru: You’re pretty smart, right? There’s somethin’ I’d like to ask of you. 

Ruki: ...In that case, wouldn’t it be better to ask your older brother Reiji instead?

Subaru: ...I want to entrust you with this. 

Ruki: Heh...Oh well, I suppose it’s fine. So, what is it about?

Subaru: Actuallyーー 

*Flap flap*

Kou: ーー Huh?

Azusa: ...What’s wrong, Kou...?

Kou: Yeah...Was that a Familiar just now? I could have sworn I saw something weird fly by...

...Whose Familiar could it be?

ー The scene shifts to the Vibora’s castle

Zweig: ...

Kino: Okay? Do you understand? I want you to give out the order exactly as I told you just now.

Zweig: ーー Roger.

Kino: There we go, just like that!

ー Kino leaves as the scene shifts to the forest

Kino: The Church is doing great work as well.

If things continue like this...

Yuuri: So this is where you’ve been. There’s something very important I have to tell you.

The Familiar who infiltrated Eden came back to report that the Founder King is out for the count.

Kino: Eh!? ...Did they get into an argument? Or perhaps that was their intention from the very start...? 

...Oh well, it doesn’t really matter.

With the King out of the picture, I guess the Founders don’t pose much of a threat as a whole.

Yuuri: ...You seem to be enjoying yourself. 

Kino: Yes. Well, this is like a game to me.

Either way, fortune has smiled upon us. We should be able to easily turn the tables on them.

ー The scene shifts to the outside of Eden

*ROAAAAAR*

Yui: ...These cries never stop, do they? I wonder what exactly they are...?

Subaru: ...Sorry.

Yui: Eh? 

Subaru: ...I’m pretty sure it’s my fault.

I’m actually havin’ Ruki look into the situation.

It’s strange how things have become even worse than when I only just inherited these powers. 

Yui: What do you mean...?

Subaru: In other words, I should have better control over these powers...

I’d also like to think that I’m slowly starting to get over my personal grudges as well...

Yet it’s strange how things don’t seem to be getting better regardless.

Yui: You do have a point...

Subaru: It seems like not even the Mukami brothers who lived here alongside the Old Man for years, have ever heard these cries before.

In which case, I guess it must be my fault after all...

Yui: ...

ー Yuma walks up to them

Yuma: Oi, Mr. Shut-In. I’ve got a message for ya from Ruki.

Yui: Yuma-kun.

Subaru: What does he have to say?

Yuma: Yeah. He’s lookin’ into the case, but it doesn’t seem like there’s a lot of promisin’ clues over at the pharmaceutical department either.

Subaru: ...I see.

ー Carla and Shin approach them as well

Yui: Ah, Carla-san. You must be feeling better.

Carla: ...Yes.

Shin: Excuse me? Could you maybe do something about all the noise instead of just casually greeting us like nothing’s wrong?

Subaru: Aah? That’s easy for you to say...

Carla: ...Eden is lamenting, huh...?

Subaru: ...? Do you know somethin’ ‘bout this?

Carla: ...When I was but a mere child, my Father once told me about it in a state of intoxication. 

This happened before he was banished to Banmaden. 

Apparently he heard cries during one of his visits here.

Father would jokingly refer to it as Karlheinz himself weeping.

Subaru: Weeping...? What do you mean?

Carla: Apparently these cries first occurred after Karlheinz had left his family behind and chose to isolate himself here at Eden. 

Father would make fun of this by saying he had most likely been dumped by a woman.

Yui: ( What does this mean...? )

Subaru: ...

*Flap flap flap* 

Yuma: Hm? Oi, isn’t that one of the Shut-In’s Familiars?

Subaru: Yeah. ...Seems like it wants to report somethin’.

...

...Haah!?

Yui: What’s wrong?

Subaru: ...It seems like the Vibora have chosen to simultaenously annihilate both the Wolf and Adler clans.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[a-hazbin-spider]

The correct answer? Hot. But, hey. Who’s keeping track, eh?

Good with his hands? Ho-ho! He’s activated Angel’s trap card! Sexual innuendo! With this card, the second a term with connotations is brought up, he can turn it into a sex joke and attack your life points directly!

“Heh! Oh, you’ll find I’m very good with my hands. If’n you’s been here long enough, you’d see just how famous all of that stuff is under my name~ but, fun fact. I only got six hands.”

And he’s showing it off, bam, three sets, read em and weep big man!

“The eighth set, I guess would be my feet but you’d need to cough up a lot to be a freak with those, ya feel me?”

"This is a bunch of shit."

[wuanshii]

"Oh, he wished" | 2

Part one - oh, he wished

Highlights; Amidst the confusion of sudden disappearence of his wife, Haru now finally stumbles upon a very concerning truth.

( Sanzu x f! reader )

The man was beyond miserable. He was beyond help.

2 months after the disappearance of his wife, and he's still looking for her. Heart filled with nothing but the vast flood of regret, eyes pooled with nothing but tears, by holding a few hallucinating pills, the man awaits you.

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'You can't do this to me God! It's...t-that's unfair! I am a man with a mouth and you know that, I was only speaking out of frustration and you know that shit! You know God, You know I have issues!' inside the chilly, a little dark church, Sanzu yelled.

And by slamming the alcohol bottle down on the floor, he wept to himself, steadily making his way towards the Jesus statue with his legs trembling.

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He knelt, to hold the feet of the God himself, and with his head pressed against the cold statue's feet, he spoke with no control over the amount of tears falling off of his eyes.

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" Please....P-Please Lord, I know it's your doing. This is...ridiculously supernatural, it can only be you, no? Please... give me my Y/n back,"

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'No no, let me iron your shirt. Go get fresh'

A sweet memory of you helping him slid across his mind. And more, more kept coming to haunt him real good.

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'Huh? What would I name our child?....Umm.........I'm not good at names you see, so I'd give that privilege to you~'

"We had plans. I-I even picked a name for them...Heh, Saan. For son. And...I was...planning on thinking of the daughter's, with Y/n. I wonder...what she would name her."

'Welcome home, honey~'

"I miss her welcoming me. I was wrong...without her, w-without...her, this doesn't feel like....home."

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'Haru, dinner's ready!'

"What's even a dinner if it's not made by her hands?"

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'Haru, don't talk to me.'

"What's even fun, if...I don't get to bicker with my wife. In a silly way. Heh... she's so grumpy. My wife... grumpy..."

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'Haru, I'm watching my show! Not now!'

"What's sex, when it's not her. When it's not me knowingly interrupting her series, and convincing her to bed with puppy eyes.."

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'Haru, I love you.'

"What's even love, if it's not the woman I love."

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Remembering every, literally every memory of you in his mind, Haru kept smiling and weeping to himself while still holding the God's feet.

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"You are cruel. Beyond cruel. Snatching my woman away from me, what did you gain? Eh? God? What did you gain BY TAKING THE LOVE OF MY LIFE AWAY FROM ME!"

Furiously, he stood and pushed the statue to the side. Making it fall and shatter into several pieces. You can stay assured because your man is ready to fight the God. He is ready to bloody kill the God if needed. For you.

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"I'm sorry.....p-please....Give me my Y/n back..." he muttered,

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9:32 AM

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Today too, 6 days of not going to work, he woke up late as usual.

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And as always, his hand made its way to hug you on your side of the bed. But the thing is, you aren't there.

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"I'm...so silly."

That's when he decides to go grocery shopping. But he wish he never did.

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"Y/n?" widening his eyes, he dropped the groceries and immediately rushed towards you.

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"Excuse me, stop touching me like this! Who are you!?" and you wailed,

"It's you, it really is you...Y/n, i-it's...It's me! Sanzu! Why are you acting this way?"

"Hey big guy, leave her arm." and your husband came in between, to push him away from you.

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"R..an? What does this...mean?" Sanzu frowned,

And his eyes finally noticed something. You were pregnant. Hiding behind Ran, holding his arm real tight.

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"....Y/n?"

"Get off before it gets worse for you, whoever you are." Ran replied, holding the basket.

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"Did you...fucking cheat on me? So...you never really disappeared. You...with my friend? Heh...Ran? Are you two, serious?"

"Do we know you? Don't cause any commotion here, because I'm sure it's our first time seeing you around." you interrupted,

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"She's my wife of 4 years and we have a toddler as well. I don't get where the 'cheat' comes from, but you better watch your mouth. This is my woman," Ran threatened.

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And Sanzu chose violence, by ignoring the fact that his wish came true, and Y/n never really was his wife from that one morning when he woke up.

And after that encounter, Sanzu was never the same.

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"I will.....kill myself," his will to live had long died.

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And by using his hands, he tried to strangle himself to death. Choking his own throat with every intention to kill himself. To leave, to never see you with Ran again.

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"Haru," your voice echoed through his ears,

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"HARU," again,

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"Don't call me, don't call me by my name Y/n. Get my name out of your fucking lips, Y/n, I hate you." he smiled, face so red from the suffocation.

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"Haru, stop. The hell are you doing!?" and this time, you yelled.

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"Like I said, heh...get my name. out. your. fucking. mouth." he smiled so wide,

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"Bitch stop choking yourself!" and the moment you splashed a few drops of water in his eyes, yeah the guy fluttered his eyes open.

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And saw himself, in a hospital. With medical pieces of equipment surrounding him, with his wife holding the glass of water and standing righy beside him.

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"Huh.... Y/n?" he narrowed his eyes at you,

"What the fuck, why did you began choking yourself??" and you yelled with utmost worry.

"....Are you...my wife?"

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And you called the doctor in.

"It isn't impossible. Him losing his memories after an overdose, it all depends on the strength of the drugs he took and his mentality."

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"Haru, do you remember me?" holding his hand, you asked.

"Y/n, what happened? Why am I...here?"

"Do you remember me, or not?"

"You're....Ran's wife."

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He was afraid because Ran had given him a good response to when the violence was done last time and he definitely don't want to face that again.

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"Doctor....there's something wrong with my husband," with tears almost pricking down your eyes, you rushed towards the Doc.

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When Haru realized that it was all the cause of the drugs to which he called 'heaven', overdosing messed his mind up. And all this time, he was dreaming.

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"Damn, I'll never fucking take drugs in my life again. EVER."

The End.

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[sonnefuchs]

Repton

Pairing: Ivarr x Reader

Warning:  Torture, violence, sexy Ivarr

Preamble:  Some weird shit that’s been sitting in my drafts, waiting to be deleted, haha.  It just basically turned into how much I like him half naked.  Let me tell you about those muscles....

Eivor jumped off her horse and waived at you to follow.  You dismounted, weaving through people to catch up to her.

“Sigurd said he would be here.”  Eivor’s brow furrowed, looking around the town.

They heard the screams of pain coming from a Saxon church.

The sight was extraordinary.  Eivor walked in seeing a man tied up upside down, screaming in agony as another, blindfolded, held a hot metal sword. A man bare from the waist down had his back to them, shouting at the two he was torturing.

Turning, you were entranced by his eyes.  A stormy grey blue of the ocean.

“Who stands before Ivarr Ragnarsson!  Are you Sigurd’s Drengr...Aygor!”

“Eivor.  If you keep that up, you’ll stain the floors.”  Eivor said, eyeing the grisly scene in front of her.

“Eh, The place could use some color.”

You drank in the sight before you.  His bare chest and arms were tattooed.  Your eyes drifted from the black lines on his arms over to the Yggdrasil, Sleipnir, and Raven tattoos peeking out from the chest hair over his muscular torso and down to the runes just right above his belt.  He was a very fit man and you wished to see him use those muscles in battle.  At least battle for now.

“Heh...Who are they?”  Eivor asked.  You tried to listen as you watched his muscles flex as he moved.

“All spies.  Dressed to look the part of a peasant.  Got feisty.”  He wiggled his hands grinning maniacally.  “Pitchfork, from this rabid little one.”  He nodded, grinning wider.

He pulled the blindfolded man closer, ”Was a time when you met and slew your enemy on the field before they could even dream of things like SENDING SPIES!”

He smacked the man’s ass, forcing him to stab the other one with the hot metal.  For some reason, you couldn’t help but think about his hands smacking your ass.  Shaking your head, you brought your thoughts back to the present.

“And now we shake hands and make deals.” said Eivor.

“Not my thing.”  Ivarr held his finger up.

“I figured.”  She replied.

“I love them whipped, weeping, and reeking of piss.”

Ivarr turned back to Eivor, feeling a pair of eyes burning into him. He finally noticed you standing behind Eivor, staring openly.  His eyes flicked from you to Eivor’s.  He tilted his head questioningly.

“This is Y/N.  My companion.”  Eivor said.

“Ahhhh...I see.”  He turned back to the blinded man.

Finishing his torture for now, he walked back to the man hanging upside down.

“You’re free, Saxon piggy.  To run amok through the Mercian fields.”

Walking slowly over to the rope, he grabbed his axe and swung forcefully down on it.  A short scream and the man landed on the floor.

You twitched slightly shocked.  Eivor’s eyes widened.

“I would have let him down easy.”  Eivor said.

Ivarr turned, finishing putting his shirt on, with a look of confusion in his eyes.”

“Huh...  Follow me, I’ll give you the tour.”

He strode out of the church leaving Eivor and you to follow.

“What do you call this place?”

“I call it the Shithole.  To the Mercians it is Repton.”

[ryttu3k]

Doctor Who - Flux: War of the Sontarans thoughts!

Holy shit those opening moments. The cloister bell, the black and white dead forest, the creepy house... I wonder if it's representative of the TARDIS being messed up? Or the state of time/Time?

And onwards. Historical and space! The duality *chef's kiss* Mary Seacole is rad, I did read up on her afterwards and she did indeed seem that cool. Lowkey love historical figures getting temporarily promoted to companion.

Speaking of companions, I am very worried about Yaz (also Vinder, but like, much less so given that he only just appeared and instantly got a crush on her, dude has good taste). Her WWTDD was... ow, my heart. Assuming she survives this mini-season (which, uh, is not guaranteed), I would like to see her change that to WWID? "What would I do?" Not trying to be the Doctor, but trying to be Yasmin Khan, who's awesome.

And Dan! Dan! I was skeptical about him when he was announced but he's rad! I love that he got a mini-adventure with his Mum and Dad. I love that he snuck into a Sontaran base armed only with a wok and a phone. Tempura, oh bless. "........that makes more sense."

"How'd you like that, eh?! Pan-fried Sontaran! Now I'm gonna... wok right outta here!"

Dan and Karvanista though. "I've still got a human in this fight!" Karvanista shaking himself off! Dan screaming his head off as he gets, um, flushed and Karvanista's just going, "WHOOOOOOOOO!!" Scooby Doo! I love their whole dynamic and I absolutely want this season to end with them going off on Space Adventures together.

...is it bad I lowkey ship them? It's bad I lowkey ship them, right. *peeks at tags* Okay we're good I'm not the only one. Kardanista or Danvanista, apparently.

Quoth @famdommcfanface who articulated it perfectly I hate it here:

*Deep breath* Okay but Dan and dog boy have so much enemies to lovers potential, they have a kind of soulmate thing going on and I know they’ll bond and I think dog boy will die and Dan will cradle his dying body and it'll be strangely homoerotic and Chris why are you doing this to us I don't want to ship Dan with a dog but you're leaving me no choice.

There was this moment in the ship yard where he saw those people being executed and his expression just... changed. Like there was this look in his eyes that was like, "I'm a Companion now." Honestly, chills.

The General needs a punch in the dick. And most of the Sontarans (Linx shoutout, though!). Very impressed at both the Doctor's slingshot and Dan's Mum's wok, heh. Back of the neck!

("I wanted to ride a horse" was lowkey hilarious tbh. Also, "Take your hat off, mate! ...Eugh, on second thoughts, put it back on." And the mischievous eyebrowraise after, “You're talking to her." And "I'm gonna need a pointy stick." And, "Hit the road, Skaak." Thirteen I would die for you.)

So that temple, the Moirai, the Bling Siblings and their silent friend, and Time as a planet and a physical force... I'm guessing that the two Moirai fading out is why Flux was unleashed? Time broke slightly, so now it's being eaten and stuff?

Next two episodes are 'Once, Upon Time', which has Cybermen and the Doctor with a new coat, and Village of the Angels. I'm guessing the latter is where we'll see the Weeping Angels and Claire again, and still no idea what's happening with Dan’s friend Di (unless she is the Passenger?) or the guy from old Liverpool making the tunnels (apparently, he's Joseph Williamson, who really was excavating Weird Tunnels. With Dan as a Liverpool tour guide, he almost certainly knows about them). We shall wait and see!

(As a side note, I am really enjoying the serial format. We haven't had a proper serial since Trials of a Time Lord! I'd love to see this get picked up in the future!)

(As a side, side note, Thirteen's hair.)

(That is all.)

[k7l4d4]

Midnight Striga: Fairy Tail/Owl House Cross Fic Episode 5 Part 9

Hello all, I am back with another exciting segment of Midnight Striga!! Admittedly, this one is slower than the prior chapter, but I still hope you all enjoy it.

Lilith strode forth, Eda hot on her heels. They circled through the Covention, spotting the representatives from the Major Nine assisting. The Construction Coven workers were rapidly working on structural damage dealt to key pillars and walls, members of the invading force held tightly by hastily assembled cells and chains, the Construction Head, and Lilith was genuinely puzzled as to where he had come from, looming over the invaders, personally guarding them. The Oracle, Healing, and Illusion Covens were working in concert, with the Oracles tracking down trapped or injured citizens while Illusionists either guided them to safety, or rescue workers to their locations, and the Healers had set up a clinic to attend to the injured.

The Plant and Abomination Covens worked to root out and capture the remaining attackers, many of whom were thrown into those same cells she had passed alongside the Construction Coven. The Beast Keeping Coven members used their abilities to track down and locate those stuck in areas inaccessible to the abilities of Oracles, allowing rescue workers to bring them to safety, the Bards using their magic to manipulate the pieces that the Construction members couldn’t move safely. The sight of the Covens working together, in harmony, brought a melancholy smile to Lilith’s face. Her mood plummeted further, however, when she saw the bodies.

Piles of corpses, so many they couldn’t lay them out properly and were overlapping in awkward lumps, were arranged before the Healers’ Clinic, families weeping over their loved ones, the ones who had been present with them at least. The rest would need to be informed. And not to mention the numerous corpses of Guards, some having died cleanly… others not so much. Titan, she really was a failure, wasn’t she? Shaking herself from her self-loathing, she turned to her sister. “Edalyn, I must ask, but do you have any idea what has occurred?”

“Well, from the looks of it, a huge fight.” Eda said, faux-humorously. Before Lilith could snap at her, she continued. “But seriously, while you were stuck in la-la land, that guy, Rudolph he called himself, said he and his group were part of the ‘Black Dog Squadron’ whatever that means, and that they were here to kill everyone for someone or something called Oroboros. Beyond that, I couldn’t say.” She recalled, face grave.

Lilith bit back a curse. Taking a deep, calming breath, she attempted to draw more information out of her sister; out of all the adults on the Isles, Eda’s knowledge of humans was estimated to be some of the best, by virtue of her regularly full stores of ‘treasures’ to sell. “Edalyn, I am begging you, if you have any knowledge of how this…” She gestured, to the corpses, to the crying parents and children, the ruined stands and damaged walls, ”all happened, I need you to tell me!” She pleaded.

Eda leveled an even stare on her sister, before slowly replying. “Lily, I had no idea how this happened, or what went into it occurring. As much as I hate Bonehead, if I had ANY idea that something like this was going on, I would’ve either let you know, or tried to stop it beforehand myself, maybe both.” Lilith searched her eyes, an almost desperate light burning within her, before sighing, accepting Eda’s words.

“As much as it pains me to say this, I will likely need your help for the moment.” Lilith said as evenly as she could, the bitter sting of acknowledging just how much her sister still outclassed her rearing its ugly head. “If any of these scavengers are still lurking about that are on the level of that maniac Rudolph, I will likely need your skill to defeat them before they can wreak further havoc.”

“Heh, glad to see you finally admitting my skills,” Eda preened, oblivious to Lilith's mood plummeting at her statement, before growing serious. “And yeah, of course. We may have had our differences, but I’m not gonna cut and run when kids are in the crossfire.”

Lilith nodded, relieved. She hated that she felt relieved; it was just another admittance of how Eda was better than her. Still, Lilith took in the sight of the dead guards, the mutilated children, and felt her resolve harden. It didn’t matter if Eda was better than her right now; justice was what was needed, and she would bring about that justice. She felt her eyes mist. It was the least she could do, as penance for failing them.

Throwing up her arms in confusion, Lilith exclaimed. “What I truly wish to know is how did Humans gain the ability to wield magic!? It should be impossible!! They lack a bile sack, so how did that-that maniac cast those spells!” She whirled on her sister. “Please tell me you didn’t know about this?”

Eda shrugged, feeling guiltily amused at Lilith’s flustered panic. “Eh, only for a few weeks or so. And let me tell you, it sure caught me by surprise!” She laughed. Eda paused, a thought occurring to her, but it was one she was hesitant to share. Biting her lip, she carefully broached the topic. “You know, I think I might know someone who could shed a little light on this whole mess.” She said cautiously.

Lilith zipped into Eda’s personal space, tightly gripping the front of her dress. “Truly!?” She asked, pleading honestly. “Where are they? Who are they!?”

“Well first off, personal space sis,” Eda bluntly stated, lightly pushing Lilith out of her comfort zone. Taking a breath, she added, “As to where they are, they honestly should be right here in the Covention.”

Lilith’s face fell, already fearing the worst. “But, if they were here, then wouldn’t they have had to face…” she gestured to one of the attackers being led to the cells, cackling insanely, “ Them?”

“Pffft! If goons like that were a serious problem, I’d be a little worried, but she’s crafty enough to stay alive, heck, she probably beat a few of them!” Eda cackled, before adding, with a hint of nervousness, “And, well, I hate that I got to ask this, Lily, but please keep an open mind when you meet her? Please?”

Lilith gave her sister a flat stare. “Edalyn, I have just had a rather large portion of my worldview regarding humans and the power and stability of the Isles torn out from under me, as have a large group of others. When word starts spreading, I have no doubt that more than a few people will either go into denial or mass hysteria.” She placed her hands on her hips. “Very little could properly phase me at the moment. So yes, Edalyn, I will keep an open mind.” She said the last part so dry and sarcastically that, if this weren’t serious, Eda would’ve been so proud to call them sisters. Eda nodded grudgingly, accepting her promise. With that, the two headed out. Eda really hoped the kid was okay.

Luz gasped and sputtered, nearly choking on her tears. Willow slowly rubbed circles on her back, calming some of her heaving and screams. Gus and Amity stood on the side, both feeling lost and awkward; neither was as close to Luz as Willow, but neither wanted to see the girl in such despair either. All three just wanted to know what was going on.

“Sshh… sshh… it’s gonna be okay.” Willow whispered, unbothered by the tears staining her dress; it had already been ruined from the blood and grime of the battlefield the Covention had turned into, but even if it was fresh and clean, Willow would gladly soil it for a friend to cry on. “You can talk to us, okay? And if you don’t want to, we’ll be here anyway.”

“She-She can’t be alive!!” Luz spluttered, tears clogging her throat. “She can’t be!! I can’t have abandoned her!” She wailed. It had to be a lie, it had to be!! Because, if it wasn’t… Luz would never be able to stop until she saved her, no matter what she’d have to do in order to do it.

“Who?” Amity hesitantly asked.

“My hostage.” Luz said glumly, her tears drying up for the moment. She reached into her jacket, pulling out a photo tucked inside, showing it to them, a watery smile forming on her face. “My sister.”

“Sister?” The group echoed, leaning forward. Staring back at them was a picture of Luz and, well, Luz! Or rather, they saw Luz standing by what they presumed was her identical twin. The two were still very much distinguishable from one another. The one on the left was clearly the Luz they knew, having a similar style, a wild and reckless grin stretched across her face. The one on the right, however, was shyly glancing away, a nervous smile on her face, hair tied back neatly with a pair of clips.

“Yeah, Vee.” Luz said, a melancholy look of remembrance on her face. “She was always my leash, even before I got drafted into Oroboros. Whenever I had some crazy idea, she’d talk me through it before I did something stupid.”

Willow and Gus sat down beside her, leaning close, Amity standing a respectful distance behind them, clearly listening. Luz continued. “One time, I got this idea to make home-made Lacrimas by shoving a bunch of magic into one spot, and Vee reminded me that neither of us knew how Lacrimas formed, and just stuffing magic into things blew them up.” She snickered, a tear tracing down her cheek. “And this one time, I was gonna try and tame a Wyvern, I actually went out and did it even! But then, Vee reminded me we had nowhere to keep it, and no way to feed it, so I found it a nice hunting ground, and convinced it to defend a nearby town.” She laughed out loud, a heavy, full-belly laugh that sent her sprawling, tears leaking.

She paused, tears in her eyes. “She was my best friend, the person who made every day away from home something bearable. She was my anchor, my rock, and Oroboros used her against me.” Her fingers dug into her hand, a pained look crossing her features. “If she’s actually been alive this whole time…” Her tears were cut off when Willow and Gus hugged her, both having tears of their own.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’ll get through this.” Willow stated, pulling away and looking Luz straight in the eye. “Oroboros is going to keep coming after the Isles, so you’ll probably get an answer one way or another. And either way, I’ll be right by your side.”

“And the same goes for me!” Gus chimed in. “Plus, my dad’s a reporter, so I can help find out new info for you to go off of!”

“And if I am available, I would not be averse to using my magic to fight against those who’ve threatened the Isles. Rescuing an innocent will be a nice bonus, I’d say.” Amity primly stated, sporting a confident look.

Luz gave the three an almost awestruck look. “You guys.”

“GET AWAY FROM THEM!!” A voice screamed, drawing their attention. Luz’s eyes widened as Lilith Clawthorne, Eda’s apparent sister, rocketed towards her, staff glowing with magic, her eyes burning with rage. Before she could smash Luz’s face in, however, Eda jumped in, tackling her sister to the ground.

“Sheesh, Lily! Chill out!” Eda cried, desperately wrestling her sister to the ground. “I told you to keep an open mind, remember?”

“What does that have to do with-” Lilith ranted, only to pause, eyes widening in realization. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” She groaned, hanging her head as Eda sheepishly chuckled.

“U-um… Eda, what’s happening?” Luz tentatively asked.

Eda really wanted to ask Luz why she’d been crying, but decided to put it off, focusing on the current issue. “Well,” She drawled, “My prissy sis here wanted info on everything that happened. And after thinking it over, I thought you’d be the best person to give it to her.” Eda stated, pointing at Luz decisively. As unbalanced as Luz’s emotions were at the moment, she could see the logic in that.

“Seriously!?” Gus cried, incredulous. “After what she just learned!?”

Eda blinked. “What? What’d she learn?” She asked, figuring that whatever it was was the reason behind Luz’s tears.

“Something we can talk about later. In. Private.” Luz stated, her face screaming ‘let it go for now!’ Eda grudgingly agreed.

“Ugh, can we please move back on to the topic of information?” Lilith growled, pulling herself up. She loomed over Luz, a suspicious glare emblazoned across her features. “I have a great many questions for you, human.”

“And I’m perfectly willing to answer them, Miss Clawthorne.” Luz replied, unblinking. She glanced around, taking note of the damage around them. “But maybe it’d be better if we went somewhere more private for this?”

Lilith nodded, seeing the logic in that. “Indeed, better we not be interrupted.” She turned to her sister. “If that is acceptable for you, Edalyn?” She asked, getting a shrug and a nod in return, the Witchlings following Eda’s lead. Lilith clapped her hands. “Well then, we’d better be going back to the main center, as I recall seeing the Covens building something of a camp there to deal with the aftermath of this mess. The Healer’s Clinic should have a room we can use.” And with that the group set off, a tension running through them after their collective ordeal.

Emira paced, frantically glancing about the interior of the Healer’s Station, Edric gloomily slumped next to her. Her eyes scanned the nearby groups, hoping to spot something, anything, that could give her some hint as to where her sister was. She and Edric knew she was here, but where had she disappeared to after being displayed up there with Lilith was the real question.

“Could you please stop pacing, sis?” Edric groaned, clutching his head. “It’s not going to just make her appear if you keep doing it.”

Emira whirled on her brother, fire in her eyes. “Well what do you expect me to do!? Maniacs barged into the Covention, massacred who knows how many people, and OUR SISTER IS MISSING!!! I don’t have a lot of options right now, now do I?” She brutally snapped, briefly yelling in the middle of it, before fading into a broken tiredness. All those people, those kids, all gone. If her sister was gone like that, and her only memories were of her and Edric pranking her… She looked into Edric’s eyes, and saw the same fear, the hopeless, helpless realization that Amity may be gone, and her only memories of them would be of all the times they gave her trouble.

Edric sighed, tiredly rubbing his eyes. “Believe me sis, I get it, but all we can do is wait, and hope she’s okay.” He patted the spot next to him, a clear invitation to sit. Emira gave one last furtive look around, and glumly complied. The two briefly wondered just how their parents would take all of this.

Bria bit her lip, glancing over at Gavin and Angmar. She didn’t consider them friends, not really. Maybe she’d change that? She wasn’t sure. She wasn’t sure about much right now. She… had been made helpless. Magic like nothing she’d ever seen had been on display, and a LOT of people were dead. She, Gavin, and Angmar WOULD be dead. If it hadn’t been for Matty. Matty; goofy, clumsy, always taking the fall, boasting about his skills Matty, had saved their lives. Tears pricked her eyes, as she remembered how close she’d come to death, the sheer heartlessness on display. Was that what she was like? Some kind of monster? ...Was that what everyone was like at Glandus, behind all the excuses about being powerful?

“Hey, I got your drink!” Matty cheerfully replied, holding a glass out to her.

Bria shot him a half-hearted smile. “Thanks Matty.”

“Eh, it’s no problem.” He said, waving it off. “After all, we’re friends, right?”

“Yeah, friends.” Bria muttered, sipping her drink. Maybe… they really were friends. She’d have to talk to Angmar and Gavin about this. Maybe Hexside was still taking transfers.

Skara listlessly handed supplies to Bo, who was frantically patching up as many injuries as she could. Skara just felt so tired, so hollow. So many people had died. She’d seen little kids ripped apart, their parents crying over their bodies. She’d seen the opposite too, parents being cried over by their kids and family members.

Skara only had eyes for one thing, though. Boscha. Boscha was propped up on a bunk, at least two rows away, but still in Skara’s line of sight. She’d been brought in by a little demon, screaming and demanding that someone help her. Skara felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought that it wasn’t her demanding that someone heal her friend. Oh, wait, they weren’t friends anymore. It still hurt to think about, even though talking with Amity helped. The demon was hovering around Boscha, ranting and ordering around anyone and everyone who got close. In the back of her mind, Skara was honestly impressed at how unrelenting and exacting he was with his demands, even if no one was following them.

Then, Skara caught sight of another body brought in, another corpse. It was Batthew, a nice guy who had flirted with her a few times before. He was sweet, in his own way, and was really fond of going over the top. His throat had been slashed open. Skara didn’t fight the tears as they came.

Lilith pulled up a seat, eyes glaring daggers at the human seated before her. One way or another, she was going to get the answers she needed. She briefly spared a glance at Perry Porter, a known and well-viewed reporter upon the Isles, and one known for being unabashedly honest and direct in his reporting, something that earned him several points with the populous, as they knew they could trust his information. The boy, Augustus, had called him in after they’d gotten to the emergency clinic the Healers had established, citing a need for the people to understand what had happened. Thinking of her own impending reveal to the public, Lilith had agreed. If all turned out well, both could be accomplished together.

Lilith leaned forward. “Now then, human, it’s time for you to answer my questions. The People of the Isles are dying to hear what you have to say.” She said, eyes half-lidded.

Luz placed her hands on her chin, a brave smile on her face. “Ask away. I’m all ears.”

[cottoncandy-jester]

Lie down darling it's time for a dream

Bakusquad with a bara crybaby S/O

You may ask yourself"proxy what's this?!"

To answer youe question I have no idea I just want to indulge okay?!

Plus come on, a big buff reader being a bottom for their shorter lover is just amazing how could I not?!

Katsuki bakugo

Honestly he was the reason you cried the first time you guys met

He finds you to be both annoying and adorable

The way you hide behind him though despite you being taller makes his ego puff up

He is very soft around you and tries not to make you cry but sometimes he cant help himself

If he's the one who made you cry he was just aggressively kiss you while mentally screaming at himself for being so dumb

Anyone who makes you cry is dying

Even if you flinch cause of someone they are dying

Your soft behavior calms him down though if he's amped up though

Your tallness does irritate him though like who TF said you could be tall!

Is constantly yanking you down to kiss you

If anyone teases him about being the shorter one he goes boom

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! JUST CAUSE IM SHORTER DOESNT MEAN SHIT"

Let's everyone know that he's top dog between you two by biting your neck everytime you make out so others could see it

Speaking of make outs..when you cry during making out it makes him FERAL!

"look at the little baby, you're crying cause it feels so good eh? You want more kisses? Heh. Whatever"

You sniffle softly as bakugo run his fingers through your hair while straddling your waist. Today was a hard day during class and thw stress made you break down, you had to fight against bakugo and of course you going easy on him pissed him off so he snapped at you.

The two of you now sat in the dorm lounge while bakugo tried to stop your blubbering by kissing your tears away. A feeling of guilt weighted his chest down as he petted your hair and let you nuzzle your face in his chest if you wanted.

"come on [y/n] I said I was sorry, I didn't fucking mean it..so stop. I love you"

His soft whispers in your ear made you start to settle down and he smiled at the soft kisses he felt against his chest and neck. He simply sighs softly before picking his head up only to see deku and mina staring at the two of you with a crazy look. Bakugo growled loudly but looked at you before holding his anger since he didn't want you to cry again.. he'll kill them later for now you were the most important thing on his mind.

Eijirou Kirishima

This boy is crazy about you!

Like you are perfect in his eyes and he is constantly praising you til you are super red

He liked your height cause it's fun to hug you from behind or compare hand sizes

He gets pouty when he tries to kiss you but you are too tall like lean down so he can kiss your perfect face

He finds your fragile behavior super cute like you're shyness makes him smile

He will punch anyone who makes you cry like he almost got into a fight with bakugo when he made you cry

He gets annoyed if anyone calls you scary looking or asks if you're some delinquent cause you're tall

"please don't talk about him that way! He's really sweet and that is gonna hurt his feelings!"

Honestly cuddles for days

Your chest make him drool

If your hero costume has any part of your chest or even shirtless he is gonna stare

Work out dates together are to be expected

Seeing you get fit makes his knees weak

"i-i can't do sit up when y-you kiss me like that"

Your shaky voice made the redhead hold back a laugh as he sat infront of you holding your feet. He kissed you everytime you came up and after ten of those you were flustered and too shy to go on. Kirishima found your behavior so adorable that he just couldn't help but wrap his arms around you and kiss your cheek

"can't help it! My manly man is just so cute!"

You whined softly at his praise before you found yourself shyly nuzzling your face in the male's neck

"kiriii~ you're embarrassing me"

"oh? Can you not handle my compliments? What if I call you manly and handsome? What about cute oh and sweet! Not to mention you are just perfect..so perfect"

The praise was too much for you and you started to feel dizzy. You fell limp in the male's arms which made him panic so he pulled your face back from his neck to look at you only to see you were all red and freaking out

"k-kiri..called..me.. perfect-"

Your muttering made Kirishima laugh nervously before he kissed your head softly.

"okay tall guy let's cool you off before you explode"

Denki kaminari

If you thought Kirishima was bad with the praise denki is worse!

All his pervy energy is poured onto you and you can't handle it

Like constant praise and affection

Also..chest...man boobies is his weakness

His face is in-between your chest 90% of the time when you're together

Not only that but constant groping your chest

"[y/n]..your chest is like a girl but better! Sooo soft!"

As far as your crying he is the one to make you laugh when you're stressed or panicked

Will get hella pissed if someone were to make you cry

If he catches you crying best believe is will smother you with kisses and love to the point where you are flustered and laughing

As far as your height he is totally jumping on your back or asking if you can pick him up every once in a while

Will brag about you to everyone..like everyone

"[y/n] is so cool! They are so strong! plus their muscles are so sexy!"

Will say pervy this about tour chest to other people as well..like he has no shame!

"heh. During training his hero outfit ripped and i saw his yummy boobs!"

"y'know [y/n] is a dude rig-"

"gahhh! I'm so lucky! His cup size is like triple some of the girl sizes!"

You let out a shaky sigh as you heard a muffled groan from the male sitting in your lap with his face buried in your chest, well at least he was alive.

You were on your bed playing animal crossing while denki had his head buried in your shirtless chest. He requested you to be shirtless and you agreed since he's seen your shirtless before but this was getting kinda worrying

"h-hey denki, are you okay? You've been pressed against my chest like this for an hour..can you breathe?"

When you got no response you panicked before pulling denki back slightly only to see his face which was filled with bliss and joy, his eyes sparkled and his face flustered with the lack of air while blood dripped down his nose

"you're bleeding!"

You felt tears brim in your eyes as you tried to move to get a towel but denki simply latched onto you and nuzzled his face into your chest.

"I'm fine! I just- really like your warm chest"

You shivered lightly when denki gazed up at you with a sly grin

"you are too cute I can't help but cling to you like this y'know? My cute guy with such a cute body"

Before you could speak you winced at the feeling of a bite on your nipple

"d-denki!!"

"heh oops-"

Sero hanta

TEACH HIM YOUR WAYS

he wants to know how you got so big and buff like huh?!

Honestly when you two first met he was scared of you

Now he just loves you lots and lots!

He isn't about huge PDA like denki and Kirishima but he will hold your hand and even kiss it from time to time

Best believe he will tape someone's mouth shut if they make you cry

He finds your fragile behavior really cute and you have gained the nickname bunny cause of it

He loves touching your muscles and just cuddling with you

If he's the reason you ever cry expect him to do everything in his power to cheer you up

Sero looked at your weeping form curling up in the bed, you two got into a simple argument that left you in tears. He can't even remember what you two were fighting over but it was all stupid now, the male gulped thickly as he reached out and touched your hair before crawling up next to you so he could see your crying face.

"hey..bunny, look at me babe"

With a slight hesitance you faced him and felt him a kiss your tears away while holding tour hand tightly in his

"whose the best boyfriend in the world?"

You didn't speak but only whined lowly as soft sniffles escaped you but you were starting to smile so that was good. Sero simply kissed along your cheek and your lips very softly

"come on, who is it?"

"m-me.."

"yeah it's you, I'm sorry"

His voice sounded shaky as you two locked eyes before you hug sero close and mumbled out a soft I love you which he returned before you two cuddle close enjoying the other's warmth.

Mina ashido

Soft boy lover #1

Like she is so in love with how soft you are it's ridiculous

She adores hugging you and clinging onto you even if it makes you super flustered

She likes showing you off and bragging about you whenever she can

"[y/n] is so cute when he gets all flustered! He is just the cutest thing ever!"

Please let her give you many kisses

Will go protective mode if she sees you crying

"who did it! I'll fight them! No one makes my cutie cry!"

She wants to train with you as much as she can cause you are strong and she wants to get stronger

Loves to sit in your lap all the time

You have a bad habit of looming over her when you want something and it scares everyone

They don't know if you wanna kiss her of kill her

You found yourself standing over the girl while she was innocently chatting with jirou, you were as quiet as a mouse so she didn't notice you but it was clear you wanted something. You really wanted attention but wasn't sure how to get Mina's attention

Would it be rude if you were to hug her from behind? What about if you tao her shoulder to gain her attention? You stood there thinking but to anyone else you looked absolutely bloodthirsty.

"uh- hey mina, I think your boyfriend doesn't like me talking to you..so creepy"

You snapped out if it and winced at the insult, creepy?

You let out a hush sniffle as mins turned to face you only to wrap her arms around you and hug you tightly, she noticed your tears and shot jirou a quick glare if annoyance.

"a-am I creepy, mina?"

"oh, sweetie no! Of course not! You're my teddy bear, lean down"

You did as she said and leaned down before feeling her grab your face and cover it with kisses upon kisses. You felt your face flush as you whined lowly

"minaaa p-people are staring!"

"let them stare! They can all see how much i love you!"

You hugged the girl close as she kissed your face and you shyly returned the attention though you felt like dying from how flustered it made you.

[bichlordstories]

6: Early release

Today was the day class 1A would head off to the USJ. Not class 1B.

You could feel envy crawling up your spine as you saw that Midoriya brat in a ridiculous looking costume waiting with some other unimportant kids for the buses to arrive.

As if he could feel your eyes, the boy turned to look at you before flinching in surprise and looking away.

“Heh? They get to go?” A voice beside you spoke.

You didn’t have to turn to know that it was Monoma, the class sadist. You let out a ‘tch’ and turned from class 1A and stared at the entrance of the Highschool.

“We don’t go until next week. A waste of our time if you ask me.” You said.

“Something we can both agree on.” Monoma said.

“It seems as though class 1A is getting more attention for some good heroes, like All Might. It’s crazy! We only got a visit, but he’s been around class 1A the most! What is it that they have that we don’t?” He asked mostly himself.

For once he wasn’t sadistically joyful, he was bothered. Almost as though he has some sort of anxiety.

‘So he’s not a complete psychopath.’ You thought.

“A favorite.” You answered his rhetorical question.

That favorite being the shrimp the teachers pitied enough to let in the school.

Midoriya Izuku.

Monoma turned his head and raised an eyebrow to you.

“Oh? Who would that be?” He asked, mildly interested.

“One of those kids have to be something promising to him. Or maybe a lot of them. Maybe it’s their quirks or their lack of personality. Whatever it is, it’s got him invested in this school, and it ain’t any of us.” You said.

“So... you think he visited us during the battle trials because he wanted to see what we had?” Monoma said before his eyes widened.

“But... after the trials, he just didn’t pay us much attention... (L/n), as much as I hate to admit this, you are the best out of all of us in terms of strength and speed. Was that not enough for him?” Monoma’s fist clenched at this.

You said nothing, instead closing your eyes and exhaling slowly.

“Hm. There’s nothing we can do but do better than them. While they have it easier with All Might giving them his attention and teaching them, we have to figure it out on our own. Think of this as earning something through hard work instead of being given things on a silver platter.” You said.

The blonde turned away from the class, still bothered by the fact that 1A was getting more than him and his class despite working hard on the first few days.

For once, you were both on the same page.

Entering the classroom, you both sat in your respective spots. Immediately, the foreign exchange student, pony, waved at you enthusiastically.

You glanced at her, hesitating, before nodding your head in acknowledgment.

Apparently, you came in on time, as Sekijiro came in a minute after you and Monoma. The man placed a stack of paper down and began telling the class about a pop quiz they were about to do, earning groans from the class.

“Hey, (L/n)-san!” Somebody whispered next to you.

You and a few students were done with the quiz, and your teacher wasn’t in the room at the moment. You turned your head slightly to stare at the silver-haired guy next to you.

“What do you want, Tetsutetsu?” You muttered into your fist.

“I wanted to...” he grumbled under his breathe.

“What?” You furrowed you’re eyebrows.

“...sorry about what I did.” He said with an embarrassed blush.

“For what?” You asked genuinely confused by what he meant.

“You know what I mean, when I yelled at you on the first day of school?” He whispered while covering his head with his arms and slouched over his desk.

“The first day of school.” You muttered incredulously.

That was days ago, and it made no sense to you that he apologized now. You didn’t even remember how your interactions went down.

“...It’s whatever.” You waved him off, dismissing his apology.

“H-hey! I’m trying to apologize! I know I may not be in the right but what I did wasn’t horrible!” He shot up from his desk and pointed at you.

Your eyebrows rose halfway to your hairline at this.

Did this brute not understand the meaning of an apology? And did he not hear you say that what he did didn’t matter? How this eccentric guy got into UA, you had no idea and you didn’t have enough of an imagination to think of a scenario where he got in.

“-I ain’t taking your shitty attitude, thinking your better than me-“

“Tetsutetsu, stop, you’re being loud and an idiot-“ Ibara started but was too late.

You shot your hand forward and grabbed his pointed finger before pushing it back. He immediately kneeled on the floor while letting out a surprised squeal.

“Ah, please! No please!!!!” His voice went into a high pitch while he grasped your wrist with his free hand. You gave him an irritated and disappointed look while pushing his finger back a bit more, making him press his head against his arms.

“No more, ple-“

Just then, the door opened, revealing a stone faced Sekijiro. You immediately released Tetsutetsu, believing to be in trouble, but the man didn’t acknowledge you.

“Class, follow me.” He said sternly.

The students looked at each other with concern. Kendo raised her hand before asking him what was going on. As the students got their stuff, the man stood there silently before answering her (and everyone’s) question.

“There’s been an attack.”

While you didn’t know what happened to class 1A exactly, as the details haven’t been released yet, you silently sent your regards to the class as a villain attack wasn’t something anyone would ask for or wish upon others.

You were met with greetings from the hospital staff and was led to the room where you usually pump out blood. It had windows, revealing the beautiful sky and buildings outside and was usually reserved for dying, mentally unstable and in very special cases, you. The doctors and nurses were hesitant about bringing you there, but you insisted on the room. Why? You liked feeling not trapped in a small room.

It was oddly empty save for a woman and a nurse, but that was it. You sat down at the far end away from the woman and the nurse and stared out the large window, waiting for your nurse to set up the objects used to withdraw your precious blood.

After the nurse placed the needle in your arm, she attached a bag to the other end and began the process. Time was passing by quickly for you, and you got done filling 3 bags before someone came rushing in.

“Doctor Joy needs you, Hannah. Bring one of those blood bags, now!” The male nurse said in an urgent tone and rushed out.

Hannah quickly grabbed a bag and rushed out, but not before quickly apologizing.

You didn’t bat an eye as this had happened before. This was a hospital after all, those don’t sit in cities for nothing.

You could hear hushed tones from the woman and the nurse before the nurse nodded her head and quickly walked away as if to grab something.

The whole room fell silent after the door opened and shut, leaving just you and the woman.

The said woman scanned the room and caught your eye and smiled warmly.

You felt the hair on the back of your neck raise in embarrassment and you quickly turned your head away, scowling to yourself.

“Donating blood again?” A soft voice chimed.

You side glanced the woman, who wasn’t looking at you anymore but was instead staring out the window.

“...Yeah...?” You said with caution.

You never met this woman in your life, but you were well-known in the hospital.

The woman smiled brighter at this.

“I’ve seen you a few times, even heard of how your blood saved lives. You’re quite the celebrity here.” She chuckled out the last sentence.

You grunted in response, having nothing important to say.

“You know, you remind me of my husband.” She said as an unreadable look glazed over her eyes.

“He’s not a very kind man, and I didn’t love him-“

Your eyebrows raised at this.

“-and while I still don’t love him, he has tried. Unlike him, however, you show your selflessness more through your actions. You’re even more in touch with your emotions, too.” She said before turning to you with a smile.

“I’ve seen the way you treat people here. Not like victims, weak burdens, or anything of the sort, but as people. My husband could learn a thing or two from you if I’m completely honest...” she said with amusement.

You didn’t really know what to say, just exhaled in exasperation and hit your head against the back of the plush leather seat.

“Sorry, that must have been weird to hear out of nowhere.” She said apologetically.

“...eh... not the craziest thing I heard today... my school got attacked by villains, so...”

Why did you mention that? You didn’t know, maybe to get it off your chest?

“Oh dear! I’m so sorry to hear! It must have been terrifying! Which school was it?” She asked in concern.

“It’s UA.”

“...what.” Her tone turned cold, grey eyes locked onto your (e/c) ones.

“Yeah, apparently class 1A got attacked during a school field trip.”

You didn’t think it was possible for the pale woman to get any paler. Her eyes almost seemed to bulge as tears threatened to fall from her eyes.

“...Shoto!” She cried, leaping from her chair and running to the door.

On cue, the door burst open and a bicolored kid ran in, eyes wide.

“Mother, what is it!? I heard screaming-“ the teen was embraced in a tight hug by the dainty woman, who weeped into his shoulder.

You felt awkward hearing the woman cry, having a near mental breakdown and just sat stiffly in the chair.

This was why you never talked to people.

As the two walked back to her original spot, completely forgetting you, nurse Hannah came in with an exhausted look as if she had an adrenaline rush.

“You wouldn’t believe how scared I was when this scruffy looking man came in with a smashed up face! I mean, it looked almost caved in!” She said before sitting by you and continuing to draw blood.

“That blood of yours sure does give people a boost! The man practically shot out of his bed when we managed to clean off his face. It was a good thing you came by today.”

You were mildly aware that the scarred teen and the pale woman could hear what was being said, but you didn’t care all that much.

All you wanted was to head home, sleep, eat, and train in that order.

It was 3 days after the USJ incident and it was Monday. It was as if the villain attack never happened.

You held onto the egg sandwich with your mouth while holding your backpack and checking your watch, noting that you had 5 minutes left before Sekijiro would start class.

You flinched when something hard and big thumped onto your shoulder, making you drop your egg sandwich.

You turned to yell at whoever whacked you on the shoulder before a you let out a sound no human could ever make.

The mummy-er man before you raised his eyebrows at your reaction but winced when his injured face reminded him that it was at one point fractured.

“H-Heh? Who are you???” You said while regaining your composure.

“I’m Aizawa Shouta, I’m class 1A’s teacher.” He said simply.

“Why are you covered in- oh. USJ.” You said, feeling utterly stupid.

The man sighed, closed his eyes, and smoothed his hair back with his least injured arm before opening his arms.

“I wanted to thank you.”

“Huh.”

You blinked at him and then narrowed your eyes at the strange man.

“Nani?”

“If you hadn’t donated any blood last week, I wouldn’t have gotten out of that hospital, which would have been a pain in the neck.” He said and bowed the best he could.

With that, he left you without another word, leaving you with your dirty egg sandwich and a lot of confusion.

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(Y/n) finally meets Aizawa!!!! And there will be some more in the future with these two!

Boy, do I have lots to do! Next chapter will kinda be (SPOILERS) a bonding chapter between Mc and Sekijiro.

What? They both have blood related quirks, and Mc really needs a father figure! Like, bad.

[obeymestudentcouncil]

Just came across your blog and I love it already! Anyways.. saw you were doing the smut requests. Think you could do #53 with Mammon? Thank you have a great rest of your day💓

I hope you’re still around, anon.  I know it’s been a while but I did get to yours.  Hope you enjoy!  

You had decided ages ago that History of the Devildom had to be its own form of torture.  No matter how much coffee you drank beforehand, fifteen minutes in and you were already a zombie.  The only high point of the class was that you shared a bench with Mammon.  Your head nodded again, starting to slide off the hand you had it propped on when a nudge to your knee brought you back around.  You glanced at Mammon out of the corner of your eye, smiling at him before a soft throat-clearing sound from across the aisle directed your attention, blushing at Satan’s pointed glare before he nodded back to the professor.

 You started taking notes again, not wanting to press your luck.  Satan may not like Lucifer and keep his distance, but if he thought he could get Mammon in trouble with the eldest he might just make an exception.  You felt something bump your elbow, glancing down at the small slip of paper tucked under your arm.  You opened it cautiously, making it look like you were still writing down the information on the board.

Closet on the second-floor landing, after class.  Need a pick me up.

 You fought the blush back down, though you couldn’t ignore the quick pulse in your belly the words caused.  You pretended to be paying attention again before sliding your answer back to Mammon.

 If we get caught, I’m blaming you.  I do NOT want to listen to another lecture.

 You heard a soft scoff from him, turning to see him grin and give you finger guns.  You rolled your eyes and just hoped that class would end soon.

 An eternity later the bell finally rang.  You gathered your things, letting Mammon take off well ahead of you.  You slung your bag over your shoulder and made your way through the crowd out the door, jerking to a stop when a hand landed on your arm.  You turned to see Satan smiling at you.  “Why don’t we walk to our next class together?”  You shook your head, forcing yourself not to freak out.

 “I’d love to, but I’ve got to go to the bathroom and check on something in the library on the way.  You go on ahead and save me a seat.”  You ducked out of his hold, hurrying down the hall.  Hustling up the stairs, you leaned against the closet door, a hand behind you to turn the knob so you could slip in unnoticed.  

 You blinked in the sudden darkness, about to call out to Mammon when he was suddenly there; pressing your back against the door as his mouth crashed to yours.  You tugged at each other’s uniform, pulling clothes out of the way of needy hands.  You felt fingers graze over your entrance bare moments after your underwear was out of the way, the coolness of lube making you jump.  “Mammon!”  You hissed against his lips.  “Don’t tell me you had this planned.”  A chuckle as his lips dragged over your jaw was the only answer you got.  You whimpered at the feeling of his slick fingers toying with you, just barely dipping into your entrance.  

 You started working at his pants, shoving them down to his knees to free his cock, already hard and weeping precum from the tip.  Your fingers quickly gathered the moisture, spreading it along his length as you stroked him.  That motivated him, fingers moving in you in time with your strokes for a few minutes before he pulled his fingers out.  Cupping the backs of your thighs, he lifted you with a grunt, pulling your legs around his waist and lining himself up.  You both groaned as he pushed inside you, resting for just a moment as he bottomed out.

 You twitched a leg to lightly kick his ass with your heel, biting your lip as he started thrusting into you carefully.  A hard thrust made the door rattle on its hinges, making you gasp and both of you still.  “Be careful.  I really don’t want anyone reporting a haunted closet right about now.”  You both sniggered at the idea before he changed his rhythm, aiming for hitting deep in you without moving you against the door.  It did the trick, the two of you clinging to each other as you brought your hand between the two of you to tease yourself, driving you further to the edge.  You shifted your hand just enough that your fingertips could graze Mammon’s cock as he withdrew from you each time, and the combination had him slamming back into you one last time.  He covered the loud groan by biting into your shoulder hard, the combination of love bite and his pulsing as he came in you all you needed to join him over the edge.  You stifled your own cry by burying your face in the crook of his neck, leaving him with a matching love bite.

 Mammon set you back on your feet carefully, tucking a few tissues into your hand to clean up with as he presumably did the same.  You hated not being able to use a mirror to make sure your uniform was fully back to rights, unlike your partner, you preferred to look presentable.  You opened the door a crack, peeking out into the hallway before slipping out, turning to grin at Mammon one last time before sneaking off.

 As you turned to scurry off, you ran face-first into someone’s chest.  You squeaked, looking up into Lucifer’s less than enthused face.  Mammon ran into your back, too busy closing the door to realize you’d stopped.  

 “Oi!  Why’d you stop?”  He turned and saw his older brother blocking your way.  “Eh heh.  Hey Lucifer!  We’d heard something about the closet being haunted, door rattling, that kind of thing.  Figured we’d save you the trouble of checking it out.”

 Lucifer smirked, holding a crumpled piece of paper up as you gulped.  “I believe we know the cause of the haunting already, Mammon.”  His eyes flicked to his brother’s neck.  “Go straighten yourself up, even Asmodeus keeps his marks covered at school.”  He sighed, grasping your arm.  “As for you, come with me.”

[kozozaki]

Shinsou x Reader | Sick Cuddles | Fluff

This is a Shinsou x Reader for my friend because she wanted it and I'm desperate for some requests Q-Q (Please request something Haikyuu, until season 5 releases, I'm not in the mood to write many BNHA things, I'm only doing this because my friend loves Shinsou and BNHA. Also sorry it's long, I can't really write short fanfics or I'll lose my mind.

Summary: The reader is sick and when Shinsou finds out he asks Dadzawa for an excused absence to which he complies (Shinsou is in the hero course) and spends the rest of the day taking care of her. (Female reader)

Y/n sat up straight on her rather small bed and looked over to her bedside table, the vibrant red numbers flashing while emitting an ear-splitting sound. She peered at the blurry numbers through lidded eyes, she could make out the time: 6:00.

The girl quickly scurried to the bathroom, the squeaking of her feet being the only sound in the otherwise silent home. Y/n washed her face and brushed her teeth, only to idly sit on the floor for well over 30 minutes, screening through her and her boyfriend's texts. She smiled to herself, relishing in the happy feeling he gave her.

Y/n looked back into the mirror, her face dropping at the sight of her eyes watering and nose threatening to run. The girl had recently visited a relative who had admitted to being sick only a few days prior, so Y/n wasn't that surprised when she had the symptoms of a common cold.

She was concerned, though, about how her boyfriend would act when she wasn't in class that day. She snatched the thermometer from the cabinet and stuck it under her tongue, waiting for the beep. When it was heard Y/n pulled it out of her mouth and looked at the number listed: 102.1.

Y/n's face dropped even more. She knew she was going to be sick, of course, but she didn't want to be. She wanted to hang out with Shinsou and Uraraka, not stay at home and weep. She sent her boyfriend the usual good morning text, but she told him she was sick too.

To: Hito 😚🐈

Morning babe! I'm not gonna be able to see you today, I'm sick 😷. I'm sorry 😢

Y/n was confused when he didn't respond right away, usually he would, but he didn't. She saw the Delivered shift to Read, but became increasingly more confused when he didn't answer. She thought it was weird but just shrugged it off until approximately two minutes later, when instead of the usual ding, she heard her ringtone. When she saw his name, she picked up.

"Don't be sorry. Unlock your door, I'm coming over."

"Eh?! Don't you have school to do? You'll get in trouble, I don't want to be responsible for your unexcused absence."

"Excused absence, actually, I got Mr. Aizawa to clear it for me."

"Wait wait wait, so your telling me you got the strictest teacher to approve your absence for a stupid reason like taking care of me?"

"Are you calling yourself stupid?"

"Yeah, basically."

"Your not stupid, I care about you."

"Stop it!"

"Heh, why though? I love you, you know."

"I love you too, but sometimes you make me wanna throw my phone out of my window."

"Hmm, alright. I'm gonna hang up now, I'm almost there, just two or three more minutes."

"Okay, I love you."

"Love you too, princess."

After he hung up, Y/n melted at the pet name. She quickly unlocked the front door but then ran back up the stairs the coziness of her own bedroom. She seemed to have underestimated just how comfortable her bedroom was, because she fell asleep after about one minute of laying down.

Y/n heard her bedroom door open through her sleep, so she rolled over to the side, her tired eyes meeting her boyfriends purple ones. “Hi,” the e/c eyed girl muttered to Shinsou, his smile making her warm. “Hey N/n,” he greeted her while she made room for him in the small bed.

He went over to the bed and went next to her. The girl attempted to snuggle into his chest, but he pushed her away and then pulled her face towards his for kiss. She quickly pulled away. “Hito, you’ll get sick!” He chuckled lightly at how precious she was. Shinsou kissed her, disregarding her warning. Y/n melted into the kiss, obviously not caring to much about it anymore. He tangled his hands into her h/c hair.

“I thought you didn’t want me to get sick,” he quipped, glancing at the girls obvious annoyance. “I didn’t, but then I realized you would be sick anyway regardless if we kissed or not,” The girl trailed off while rubbing her head into the larger man’s chest. “Mhm,” He replied, loving every moment he spent with her. 

[yel-halansu]

Kaiidth (”What is, is”), a song in Vulcan by the super talented Sidzhan t'Gai!

Lyrics and translation after the cut!

KAIIDTH

Nam-tor nash kaiidth

Ken-tor hagik tanafsular heh teransular rata t’kaiidth.

Is-tor au ish-veh svi’fereikanlar rik hokni-nahp.

Veshtau ruhm dan-tanafsular kisheyalar.

Puhuplamau kras.

Pupluhnkau masu.

Zatrasha ozhlar nayik kurayalar.

Tusa ein-tanafsular, dva-tor ta puyigahdau fereikan.

Hi nunau yeht-tanafsu kras-thezh, masu-ulidar, il kuraya vi’bikuv.

Nam-tor nash kaiidth.

Trel-tor ozhlar t’teransu fi’ka’athaira eh mavau sa-veh ralash-pitohlar ik ri wedzh-tor sa-veh.

Kuv vesht fa-wak saven-tor sa-veh teran, lau aisha tchachaik’es fa’orensular sa-veh yar-kurau.

Hi kal-tor yeht-teransu ralash-pitohlar kisheik kakhartau teran na’ek-uzh-kharat.

Nazh-tor ralvatif uzh-set’ko eh nam-tor ish-veh weh-rom fna’riyeht-ralash-pitohlar.

Nam-tor nash kaiidth.

Fai-tor rom-masu-halsu ta kuv puk-tor ish-veh tehn’nepilash,

fa-wak shetau ish-veh maut-zungor heh mastevau.

Hi kuv ri shetau ish-veh pahthik, fa-wak kup masu-hal-tor ish-veh na’vla eh fun-tor hagik na’gef.

Tvai kaiidth kal-tor hal-tor heh kal-tor lesh pilash t’ha’kiv etek.

Vun nar-tor etek ta fa-wak katau ish-veh etek na’ridvuyan-masular wilat fa-wak tihetilau ha-pavek k’ten t’urgam.

Nam-tor nash kaiidth.

WHAT IS IS

This is kaiidth.

Artists and composers easily grasp the concept of kaiidth.

They use it in their creations without conscious thought. Even the best painters experience accidents.

Paint is spilled.

Water is splashed.

Eager fingers leave stains.

Some artists weep, believe their work is ruined.

But the true artist fits the paint-drip, watermark, or stain into the picture.

This is kaiidth.

The composer’s fingers slip on the ka’athaira and he plays notes that he did not intend.

If he were teaching composition, his awkwardness in front of students may cause him to turn green [with embarrassment].

But the true composer allows the accidental notes to guide his composition towards a whole new direction.

The melody gains new interest and is better for the wrong notes.

This is kaiidth.

The good swimmer knows that if he fights against the rip current, he will exhaust himself and drown.

But if he does not panic, he will be able to swim to the side and return to the shore with ease.

Kaiidth means letting go and allowing the current of life to carry us.

We must accept that it will bring us to the still waters where the situation will stabilize with less effort.

[amintyworld]

LITTOH Chapter 4: At the Midnight Hour

A/N: Guess who’s back! It’s me again with another long awaited update! Sorry for the wait I had exams. Anyway, hope you enjoying this AU as much as I am, and I hope you enjoy the chapter! -Minty

Summary: Remus tries to push the two lovebirds together, Roman reveals more of his past and his pain to Virgil, Patton finally gets Logan to rest.

TW: Cursing, parental abandonment, sleep deprivation, medication. (Let me know if I missed any!)

Masterlist 

Virgil closed his eyes, the loud music drowning out everything - the fear, the hope, the risks. It made his head spin. He just needed a moment to just be Virgil. No parasites, no death looming over him, no confusing feelings.

Virgil rested his eyes as he lay in his bed, an IV in his arm. He sighed, feeling content.

New meds. They always had new meds. It was like a constant stream of numbness washing over him.

He curled in tighter on himself, the warmth soothing as he drifted to sleep, music blasting in his ears.

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Roman smiled at his brother, his breathing tube stinging his nose slightly as chemo drifted into his lungs. “You’re really persistent today, aren’t you?”

“But the roof-”

“We’re just friends, Remus.” Roman said. “Besides, I barely know him.”

“That’s it! Maybe you guys could be alone together under the moonlight-” Remus said, slightly distracted, ideas bouncing around his head.

“Reeemuuss…” Roman whined slightly. “I am not going on a date with him!”

Remus waved his hand in a circle as he spoke. “It wouldn’t be a date, per say…”

“Still.” Roman said. “You know how I get on dates - Rachel Victoria?”

“That was a girl - you hadn’t realized your gayness yet…” Remus brushed off.

“Greg Folly?” Roman said, eyebrows up in an accusing tone.

“Please, any date involving the woods was bound to go wrong-”

Roman sat up and crossed his arms. “Evett Brown? Brad David? Nick Blue?”

“Okay, okay! I get it! You’re a mess on dates!” Remus said, giggling. Remus looked to his brother. “How is everything, by the way?”

“In the past week? I mean, pretty okay-” Roman said. “Is...um… is Dad… going to come anytime soon?”

Remus shook his head no. “Sorry, Ro Bro. That old fart can't get away from his office even for a moment, not since you left, at least."

Roman tried to avoid his brother's eyes to somewhat hide the disappointment, or maybe even the sadness behind his own. "O-oh."

Remus looked right through his brother's facade in a moment's notice. "Hey…" Remus's voice seemed warm, almost comforting.

"It's okay, Remus." Roman's voice that had seemed so full of emotion turned dull. "I'm fine."

"Roman, look… Dad's just-" Remus stumbled, trying to find the right words. Roman just looked toward the window as he wrapped his arms around himself in comfort.

"Visiting hours are almost over. I, um, wouldn't want you to be stuck in evening traffic."

"Roman..?" Remus asked, worry and concern that he often didn't show coming through in his voice.

Roman turned, forcing a small smile. "I'll be fine, Remus. I promise."

Remus gave him a concerning look for a moment before grabbing his bag and putting on his coat. His voice still shouted concern "You call me if you need me, alright? My phone's always on."

"Yes, Remus," Roman said, giving a smirk. "You worry too much, Rem."

"Well, I'm your brother, Roman," Remus said, leaning against the doorframe. "That's kind of my job, you know."

"I know. Be safe, alright?"

"I will."

With a click, the door shut, and the struggle to keep his smile vanished as Roman looked toward the window in his room. He couldn't help but think how stupid it was to believe his father would visit.

He never seemed to care too much about him or Remus. Who would have thought that the old brute would change his mind now?

Roman sighed. He shifted, turning toward the sunset setting in his bedroom window, looking as the sun sank below the horizon.

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Patton bundled up tighter, the snowfall is getting heavier as he looked out the window. It would be only a few weeks before schools broke for winter break, then the holidays would come like a flash - Christmas.

Patton sighed, getting up from his desk at the Nurse’s Station. It was pretty much empty - all the other nurses had gone home at this point. He needed to look over a few extra files - a few patients were going into surgery tomorrow, and one was getting dispatched.

He couldn't wait to get home and get some sleep for the following day. His body practically begged for rest. Just as he was heading for the door, however, a bright light caught his eye from the main unit offices.

Everyone else should be home, and the night shift interns Emile and Remy wouldn't be here for at least another hour. Those two were shocked and eager to help when Patton had explained the temporary position. They were the most promising interns, after all - if there were any emergency, they knew the protocols by heart.

So… who the heck could be up at this hour?

Patton walked closer toward the buttery light, creaking the door open slowly to reveal… was that… Logan?!

Oh, jeez…

Logan was slumped over his desk, dark circles under his eyes, passed out, face smushed on what looked like meeting notes and file paperwork.

His hair was a huge mess, and his glasses askew. This threw Patton for a loop. He knew his best friend better than anyone else in the world, and Logan would NEVER in a million years, be this messy.

He approached cautiously, mentally preparing himself for his sleep-deprived friend. Logan hated being disturbed and often snapped when he lacked sleep.

He nudged his friend slightly. "Lo-"

"I'm aquake! I mean, awake!" Logan jolted, sitting up in his chair, a pen stuck to his cheek. "Patton, what are you doing here? I thought you had a meeting with Ryne-"

"Logan. It's ten at night. The meeting was at noon." Patton said. "How long have you-"

"Not long, Patton! I promise! I just had some paperwork, and uh, dozed off I guess…" Logan said, turning to notice his friend's expression. "No need to worry. I am fine."

"Logan, please." Patton said, grabbing Logan's hand, his face flushed a little as he looked to his best friend. "Just… just take a break, Lolo."

Logan giggled. "Nicknames, Patton? Seriously?"

Logan looked over his unfinished work with stubborn pride, then to Patton. He could only describe a sort of safe and secure feeling with Patton, like a warm blanket or a firm hug. The feeling was new, but… it was a feeling Logan yearned to feel all the time.

Besides, the paperwork could be finished tomorrow, right?

"Fine. I'll go home."

"In your condition? No way. Logan, that's a three-hour drive!" Patton interjected. "Come on, my house is closer."

Logan's eyebrows furrowed, thinking over and over as he always did. "Patton, I wouldn't want to intrude-"

Patton rolled his eyes, their hands still clasped together. "Psh, come on, Lolo! You're my friend. Plus, it'll be just like a sleepover!"

“Patton-”

“Come on, Lo!”

Logan didn’t even have a chance to argue before Patton was dragging him out to his car, giggling and smiling. Patton was tough and stubborn alright - he had a way of getting Logan to give in with his consistent persistence… or, Logan thought, it could have something to do with the warm and uneasy feeling in his stomach that seemed all too sickeningly sweet.

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“Virgil? Psst, Virgil!”

Virgil grimaced, turning over before slowly awakening, opening his eyes to the darkness. He checked his phone, groaning at the bright light.

1am.

Suddenly, his senses snapped into focus at the voice, that was almost a harsh whisper. “Virgil, are you awake?”

“Princey…?” He whispered to himself, turning to face the bland beige wall behind his bed. What was keeping him up? And, better yet, why was he calling for him, out of everyone? “Well,” Virgil yawned, sitting up on his bed with his back against the wall. “I am now. What’s up? Decided to abandon beauty sleep?”

“Not, eh, exactly. Couldn’t sleep.”

“Jeez, couldn’t tell.” Virgil smiled, laughing a little bit. “But seriously… what’s, um…  what’s  wrong?” Virgil wasn’t really good with emotions, but, well, he was willing to try.

“Nothing’s wrong, I just… wanted your company?”

“Heh. You flatter me, Princey, but I know a lie when I hear one. Try again.”

Virgil heard a sigh from the other side of the door. “My, uh, brother came to visit today.”

“You have a brother?” Virgil asked, pretty much wide awake and pulling his knees to his chest for warmth.

“Twin, actually,” Roman said. “His name’s Remus. You probably haven’t seen him - you have treatment during visiting hours.”

“Oh.”

“We’ve been inseparable since forever - Me… Remus… and, uh… my Dad…” Roman said. “Of course we haven’t seen eye to eye, of course, but I guess I…”

Virgil’s heart nearly shattered at his friend’s shaking voice and sniffs as he paused, choking up.

“... I just wish that he’d put all the shit aside for once, you know?!” Roman said with such intensity and hurt behind his voice that Virgil just wished he could hug the weeping prince close and dry his tears. “At least, before he doesn’t have to see his disappointment of a son anymore.”

“R-roman…” Virgil said, trying to say something, find something to say to tell him everything was fine.

“I… I’m sorry.”

And, it seemed, that was all that needed to be said.

[sprydecreates]

warning: angst

pairings: gary litg x fem!reader

[y/n] sat on the edge of gary’s half made bed; the covers were obviously used, but pulled up last minute to look alright for her. “so,” she said, pressing her palms against the navy blue fitted sheet, “this’ll be the last time i see you for what, a month?”

gary nods, “yeah, guess so.” he lets out a huff as he flops on the bed beside her, “unless i come back or something.”

she lifts one side of her mouth to show unamusement, “you won’t gary.”

he closes his eyes and takes in a soft breath, “lets hope.”

[y/n] falls onto her back as well, turning her head to look at gary, “gary, you won’t come back. i promise.”

“don’t promise anything,” his hands clasp together on his stomach, “i’m going there for a reason. i’ve been single for what, four years?”

“has it really been four years?”

“yeah, doesn’t seem like it.” there’s silence for a small bit before he lifts his hand to animate his words, “like of course i’ve hooked up, but no one wants to be with me.”

“you just haven’t found the right person. maybe you’ll find that in the villa?”

gary grunts, “at this point, no idea.”

“so i take that you’re nervous?”

“big time,” he opens his eyes, now staring at the ceiling, “i’m scared, nervous, jittery. all the above.”

“well, why,” [y/n] sits up, twisting her body to face gary’s, “what’s on your mind?”

“everything. like,” he turns onto his side, not making eye contact with her but still holding the conversation, “what if nobody likes the way i look? or like what if nobody likes me as a person?”

“now, gary,”

before she could even finish, he interrupted her, “think about it [y/n]. been single for four years. what is it about me that makes people run away? is it my body? my smile? is it the eyebrows?” he takes his free hand up to run his finger across his eyebrows. [y/n] giggled at his example, “i’m being real, what is it?”

“do you want me to be honest?”

“yeah.”

“there’s nothing wrong with you.”

gary peered up at [y/n] for the first time in about five minutes, “what do you mean?”

she readjusts herself, now holding her head up in her clammed hand, “i haven’t found anything wrong with you. it’s just,” she pauses, thinking of a good phrase, “this generation doesn’t like to be committed. most people are... scared. they’re scared of commitment, love, closeness, all the sorts.”

gary has now let his head rest on his bicep, “yeah, i guess so.” silence fills the room again, “are you afraid of those things?”

“eh,” [y/n] shrugs with what little posture she has, “kinda?”

gary shifts his head back and forth, “yeah, me too. i just never know when i’m too much, so i end up ghosting because i’m scared i’m clingy. then it’s like, okay why do i feel this way, what caused it? and i get anxious because i think about,” his speech becomes muffled as he shifts himself onto his back again, “all the girls i could’ve had, but couldn’t because of my insecurities.”

[y/n] tried to listen to his rambling, but her thoughts were clouded. months ago, gary had flirted with her, and dropped off the face of the earth. he had sent her a snapchat message saying, “Heh i!’ A lol drunk rigt nkw but i wange tell you thag i Flly loke you. You’re a proped mate and i wont made a move id you do’nt want me tO, but I want to take u oit”. of course, it disappeared. she wanted it to. he was drunk, right? he said so himself. plus, he sent streaks like normal the next day, and nothing came of it.

little did she know, gary’s words were directed at her. he remembered her leaving him on read. he remembered the premises of the message he sent, but not the entirety of it. he knew he finally confessed his admiration, and she couldn’t even tell him yes or no. that’s why he applied for love island in the first place. she was the last glimmer of hope for him, and although he didn’t rely his happiness on her or her answer, it still dug deep.

“ugh. i’ve been rambling, haven’t i?” gary said, bringing them both out of a trance like state.

“just a little.” she spoke softly, wiping ‘sleep’ out of her eye, which in reality was a subtle tear.

“tired?” he was studying her face. nothing seemed unusual, her nose wasn’t reddened, and that usually happens when she cries. she wasn’t tense, he could feel it in the dip of the bed that she was comfortable. it’s like she’s just, there. existing, with no emotion.

she nods, faking a yawn, “yeah.”

“let’s get to bed then, yeah?”

reluctantly, they both changed, and crawled into bed. the night was supposed to be filled with movies, and laughter, and games and love and happiness and. realization. gary would end up calling the producers and telling them that he wasn’t coming because he had other dates to attend to. [y/n] was supposed to cuddle up next to him in that big oversized shirt of his that she took after he told her “since you’re mine, the shirts can be borrowed without asking”. they were supposed to wake up tomorrow blissed out of this world, together.

but instead, they silently weeped on different sides of the bed, leaving that cold drop of a blanket in between them.