#he was trained to fight. yes. but in self defense and defense of others/for food.

[majachee]

OC ask game: 24! Studying has made me crave angst

How my silly guys handle the deaths of someone they know?

Hrm... good question. You didn't specify an OC but for someone like Macaque death is something he's grown used to logically, but seeing a violent death still (understandably) sends him into shock and causes him to freeze up. The brutality of both god and man disturbs him.

For older, more experienced deities it really depends on whether that person was mortal or immortal and how close they were. Gods view death differently than mortals. It's both something inevitable yet untouchable. Due to their expanded lifespans and durability/strength, a god dying is hard to grasp for some, while a mortal man dying is seen as a regular, naturally occurance.

The relevance of prophecy also influences one's perception of death, naturally. This question is very broad and even then my OCs have a wide range of emotion and philosophy.

[iamjellyfish]

can you have one where Soshiro (😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍💕💕💕💕💕❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️) and Y/N are child hood friends and are both defense officers, Y/N is super kind, polite, and cheerful, almost always smiling and teasing and making jokes (specifically with Soshiro, they're besties) nothing could ever be wrong with her, she has a smile as bright as the sun!... Right?

Soshiro, would always just find Y/N in the forest or Y/N would sneak into his house, and train with him (even though they was weak and lacked the proper nutrients to even carry twenty pounds) they would still try, Soshiro forced her to eat all the time, sneaking food out for her, he never questioned her though, and when he did Y/N just avoided the question , joked about something and put a grin on their face. Soshiro often asked if they ok, because she's unfed most the time. He knew they went some hard things but .... not to the extent of what she's been through... I mean losing everyone you care hurts. at the ripe age of 4 she witnessed the death of her family, gaining multiple scars from the incident . She still hates herself more than that kaiju though... Why? ... Despite has still Y/N never cried or showed and signs of anger in front of anyone... until now, Soshiro finds Y/N sobbing quietly, letting all her hatred, sadness ,anger , heart break, finally let out ... Soshiro OBVIOUSLY comforts her because he's the best (boy)friend ever!

sorry for making it so long, and if the request isn't anything you like to write!

❥ A/n: Oooo, I like the lore; I had been thinking that the reader could join the defense force for a smart plan or tricks similar to Kafka (supporting others).

Oh yea I changed the timeline for events in reader's past a bit:p

❥Warning: potentially broken grammar, angst/comfort, mention of death, self-destruct behaviors from reader, ... not proofread, I write this half-awake.

You and Soshiro were best friends from childhood. It's probably because you're the type to get curious and sneak into his house one day and be amazed by Soshiro's fighting style. Soshiro, back then, was a bit discouraged because the era of swords had long gone, and reaching to be a defense force officer seemed unrealistic, yet seeing you amazed when he was training and offered to train with him and share about how much you like katana because "they're just so cool" make him happy.

You were his ball of sunshine, even if you don't realize it; your cheerful voice, your smiles, and your kind gestures here and there make him so in love with you. And the best thing is, you were always joking and teasing him, it made him feel at home as long as you were there.

"Soshi should be careful, I might charm you too much that you might forget to train and be my husband!"

You, at the age of 8, are teasing him, yet he grins back and holds out his bamboo katana. He is still training yet he always stops a little to talk with you every few minutes while you watch.

"Why can't I do both? I clearly can make time for both marrying you and training."

He stops a little to pinch your cheek. And when he sees you blush, he laughs a little yet when got older and thinks back, it's quite true, he could definitely do both, marrying you and sharpening his katana techniques!

You were a free soul; you were polite to adults, yes, but still, you're someone who doesn't follow the rules a lot. You love the forest and would spend time enjoying nature, hearing the wind or the nearby river that had many cool rocks and flowers nearby. You would always bring some cool rocks or flowers that remind you of him when you go on this little adventure in the forest. Soshiro always cherishes your gifts even though he didn't show it too much.

But when you turn 12, something is always odd about you, at least after you went missing a few weeks ago and returned like nothing had happened, you refused to talk about it, so he can't really press you about it. You look like you lack the needed nutrients, always so skinny and weak, you look like you would fly away if the wind is a bit too strong. He doesn't mind, though; he got used to sneaking food out for you, and seeing you enjoy eating what he made makes him really happy.

After years of being best friends and feeding you throughout your teenage years, you both fell in love with each other. You both confess at the same time before you both get into the defense force. You love him deeply, and no doubt he is head over heels for you.

He knows you love him yet something about you is distance. To put it into words, Hoshina feels like you are hiding something from him but he can't really tell. You always smile, of course, he loves your smiles! But he feels like there is a deeper matter to this, so he tracks to the old times and investigates a little; you won't mind that, right? It's just that you won't answer his questions and always try to change the subject, so he gets a little worry.

Hoshina always knew you went through something when you were a kid, but you never told him; just bundle it all into your little heart. So when he investigated, he found out that the day you go missing for a week was the time that your parent was brutally murdered by kaiju. He had some theory but it was best to ask you.

So when you both get the day off, Hoshina and you get home, and he prepares your favorite food while you prepare his favorite snacks and coffee. He wanted to start the conversation softly to not trigger you so he started with a little small talk.

"Y/n, did you eat properly these days?"

He said softly, looking into your e/c eyes while waiting for your answer; his hands were playing with the food a little. You just shrug and try to answer it to get over with.

"I guess."

"I know what happened that day that you go missing. You were hiding, didn't you? Your parent got murdered by kaiju, and you were hiding, and it took a few days to find you"

He reaches his hand out to comfort you while you just sit there frozen. The memories that you bury deep under the rubble of your feelings that day. You want to run away, to hide, but it's Hoshina, your dear Hoshina.

"Please don't, let's stop this topic."

You said, sadness bleeds in those words of yours; you hated it, hated yourself for the simple fact that you were helpless that day. You were mad at the kaiju, yes, but the guilt of surviving the life that was traded for your parents' lives made you sick to the stomach. You were hard on yourself, trying harder and harder to achieve higher things to avenge your parent; that way, you could say your parent traded their lives for something worthy.

Hoshina knew this; at least, he knew right now when he saw the dark cloud on your head. He rushes over to hug you while you start crying, confronting your own guilt. He gently pats your back and gives you little kisses quite he comforts you.

"It's okay alright? I know ya try your best but it's time to start letting go of the past. It's hard, but I'm here to support you. Now, you can pour your heart out to me."

"I don't want to dump it all on you..."

You mutter, you bury your head in his shoulders. You subconsciously hug him tight as he comforts you. He looks at you with scarlet eyes and smiles lightly.

"You're my everything. It's okay. Just tell me, I'm ready to carry the guilt you have in your heart."

Just like that, you cry like a kid pouring everything that keeps your chest heavy throughout the years to him quite Hoshina just comforts you with hugs and kisses, listening to everything you have to say.

A/n: I'm going to sleep.

[annwayne]

How the Batch Reacts to Omega Dating

I saw a post that put me off so bad I’m writing my own headcanon to offset it.

SFW, child dating (canon age or older in mind while writing), alluding to heart break and comfort over said heart break, parent & child relationships, mentions of "the talk" from a parental figure to a child figure, education on consent, education in self defense (thus alluding to, but not mentioning, possible dangers of dating)

As usual, if you enjoy please let me know! Reblogs, likes, and replies are welcome!

Hunter

He’s wary, honestly all of them are wary, but they also know Omega, knows what they have all taught her. Hunter trusts her. At most, he’s worried about an imperial trap. So he does his due diligence to see if there’s anyway this other kid is connected to the Empire. Usually, everything checks out. He waits up until Omega gets home. Even though he's been watching over Omega with his brothers for years by this point, he still gets plenty anxious when she's away. So Echo joins in on waiting for Omega. Conversation with Echo is the only thing that makes time pass for Hunter.

Crosshair

Crosshair helps Omega with her outfits and hair. I headcanon Crosshair as being really into fashion, but not so much for himself, rather he likes to help other people look their best. So he helps Omega pick outfits, does her hair, and gives any other stylistic advice if she asks for it. Crosshair has given Omega one talk about consent, and during that conversation he explained the importance of a yes, over the lack of a no.

Tech

Tech helps Omega plan dates, when she wants to plan them. He will inform her of weather conditions, optimal food locations based on holonet reviews, and any unique phenomenon that would be beautiful to watch with a date. (Little magical things like bio-luminescence, shooting stars, dancing fire flies-that stuff.) Tech has also given Omega a talk, but this one related to sexual anatomy, STD's, and the use of condoms/other safety material for sexual intercourse. He then gave Omega a packet of each kind of condom he explained.

Wrecker

Wrecker gives Omega 'material' to use on the date. Pick up lines, jokes, and riddles. Things like that. He'll also tell Omega about various food spots to try out-though all the places he's been, they've been together so it's more a reminder than new information. When her date comes to pick Omega up, either Wrecker, Echo, or both are there to wave them off. Omega knows how to fight, and has been fighting opponents much bigger than herself for awhile by this point, but Wrecker still goes out of his way to learn how to teach self defense. He includes it in with her regular training after he feels confident enough in the material to teach it.

Echo

Like mentioned above, Echo tries his best to be at the door when Omega leaves with her date. He also tends to stay up with Hunter, though, unlike Hunter, he can read, adjust his prosthetics, or clean them while waiting (Hunter kind of just waits and paces occasionally.) Echo help's Hunter pass the time by chatting. When Omega comes home, Echo is the one she goes to to tell about the date first. He's her enthusiastic support, and shoulder to cry on if needed. Echo will always remind Omega what she's worth, and will always make sure she knows it. (All of them do this to a degree, Echo just gets the chance to do it the most and first.)

[rgbyshipper101]

I got one more in me! Little thing I wrote in an hour.

DP Side Hoes Week 2024

Dani Phantom

Self-Defense

Warning: angst and mentions of character death

Danielle stared at the moon over the hill she stood on. A gentle breeze blew through her ragged clothes, offering some relief from the humidity. June was quite warm and it being nighttime didn’t stop that. The rickety sign of Amity Park’s graveyard creaked ominously as it was disturbed, the only sound made since she touched the grass in front of the tree she was facing.

Dani had regrets in her short life. Like the fact that she had to steal food so she could eat. She was too young for a job. Not that she’d want one, anyway. She hated how she had to manipulate people’s kindness in a way so it’d benefited her. It reminded her of how she was when living with Vlad.

Dani grimaced. The name of that man left a bitter taste in her mouth.

There was a time she used to regret not being a better daughter. Not finishing duties on time or failing her training got on his nerves and upset her greatly. The day she got to say she progressed to that point took a while to come to fruition as a result.

But her biggest regret was that she had to help kill her brothers.

Yes, kill. She knew what she was doing. Danny didn’t realize until their showdown in Vlad’s cabin. Her brothers willingly attacked them on “Master’s” orders, but they were mindless. They didn’t understand.

Not like her. Dani never forgot their final expressions as they melted. She helped Danny with her muscular brother and invisibly watched as he took down her skeletal brother. Her tiny brother was so horrified as he melted. And he just got turned into an actual copy of Danny, too…

And her little brother. The one not even out of his chamber had to be forcefully smacked into reality and immediately died as a result.

Danny assured her that that was not her fault, that it was his, but it still happened. Even if that death was caused by self-defense, it doesn't feel that way.

The tree’s branches swayed lightly as another breeze hit it. The bark was peeling lightly and a piece fell on the ground in the middle four mounds. Dani bent down and gently wiped the bark away, smoothing the dirt in the process.

Dani had taken part of each of their remains and buried them here. They all have a little grave that their sister and cousin can come and remember them by. Maybe their souls will rest easier.

Dani clenched her fists as she stood up, eyes hardening. There was one thing she never regretted, though. Attacking and leaving her creator.

Not father. Creator.

He never wanted her. He never wanted any of them. They weren’t perfect. Maybe her little brother would’ve been, but she still would love him just as much as she does her other brothers.

Even if she never showed it. There was no animosity or anything with the siblings, just neutrality. They were all there just to serve a purpose. Her one actual job which made her despise working. The only kind thing she has done for the boys was make their graves. Too late for anything else.

She’s more like Vlad than she thought. And she hates it.

So when she was able to attack him at the Rockies and in his lab in Amity, she let loose and gave him everything she had.

He attacked her first, after all. It was right.

After that, she has tried to better herself to not be like him anymore. To own up to her regrets even if she has no choice in some of them. She’ll never go after anyone else unless they do first.

Dani gave one last remorseful expression at the graves before taking off, disturbing the grass again.

Tears blew behind her as she flew. Danny was wrong. She had a choice to stop what happened, to not fight, to hurt Danny and all of them. Danny didn’t. Danny had to defend himself, including from her. He’s just too nice to keep mentioning it.

Maybe one day she can make it up to them. But for now, flowers will do.

[next-autopsy]

A/N: Well, hi there! Bernadette is getting a bit home sick. And the women are getting some extra combat training. Read and enjoy x

Based on the actors portrayal/hbo show and written with no disrespect to the real life veterans. Also all images found on Pinterest.

TW: I don't think there is any....

Tags: @malarkgirlypop, @panzershrike-pretz

Made of Glass

Chapter seventeen: Another Promotion

North Carolina was intense. 

After completing five jumps and becoming qualified Paratroopers in Fort Benning, the whole 506th battalion moved to Camp Mackall. There they focused on practicing defensive maneuvers with some physical combat and lectures peppered in. 

The mood had dropped significantly as Easy company experienced their commanding officer; Sobel, in action. His inability to lead them to safety became the talking point of the century, everyday Birdie heard whispered worries and doubts from her comrades.  

Bernadette’s birthday was coming up, this would be the first she had spent away from her family, her hometown. She hadn’t told anyone the exact date and she wasn’t sure if she was going to, maybe she should let this one slip passed, unnoticed, uncelebrated. 

The young southern girl focused her energy on other things, hand to hand and close quarter combat being the main target. Fighting against the men had been frustrating for her, as they did the chivalrous thing and let her win, they didn’t put their whole weight into punches aimed at her and would miss or hesitate purposefully. 

She had found it sweet the first few weeks but as time went on, Birdie realized this wasn’t helping her. Her enemy would smack her in the face, no questions and she wouldn’t know how to block or counter properly. So the Easy company men babying her was doing more harm than good. 

Bernadette had gone to her fellow women to complain and most of them had experienced the same treatment. All apart from Rossi. She had a ‘take no shit’ attitude with the men of George company and they respected her for it. She would call them out if they pulled their punches with her and then hit them twice as hard to teach them a lesson. 

Francesca fundamentally disagreed with the porcelain doll treatment the rest of the ladies received, she of course spoke up about it to her CO, not willing to stand back and allow the girls to scrap by without actually learning how to protect themselves. Her CO had brought her concern to HQ and the women were given an extra self defense class to balm to mishap. 

Each woman would have to bring a man from their company to spar with while being overseen by a small handful of instructors. 

At first, Birdie didn’t know who she should take with her. Whoever she brought would have to fight her without the princess handling, that ruled out Toye, Guarnere, Luz, Malarkey, Muck and Penkala. She knew for a fact that Bull would rather die than hit her, he had refused to partner up with her before so how could she expect him to agree to fight her now. 

Winters and Nixon were ruled out when the no officers rule came into play. Plus Nixon had just been promoted to OSS, and his replacement; Harry Welsh was also a no go. Carwood was far too polite and she felt like she would be taking aim at her mother. 

The only real option was Johnny Martin. Or someone she wasn't as close with but still on good terms like; Talbert, More, Christenson, Grant. Maybe she should switch between the guys, take turns beating them up. Either way, Bernadette would have to convince them to say yes, she couldn't drag them by their ears to the sparring lesson, they had to be a willing volunteer. 

Birdie brought it up at dinner that night. She was seated at a table with Toye on one side and Guarnere on the other, like usual. Bill almost spat out his food when she spoke up, granted she’d abruptly announced she wanted to fight someone while there was a break of chatter and it took most of the men off guard.  

“You want to… fight someone?” Toye clarified, raising his eyebrow at the small woman. She nodded, amused by the reactions of her friends. Bill was still coughing up the food that had gone down the wrong way, he smacked at his chest to ease it down. 

“Who?” Johnny narrowed his eyes, he was ready to pull out a knife and threaten anyone who’d upset the girl. 

“Probably Lieb.” George smirked, from down the table. That actually wasn’t a bad idea, they could hash out whatever the heck was going on between them, air out the awkwardness. 

“Why? What’d he do?” Martin growled, “Birdie, what did he do?” His jaw clench and Birdie knew if she didn’t explain he would be having words with (and most likely throwing hands at) the Californian man. 

“Jesus. I don't wanna fight Liebgott….well….. No." She tilted her head and pretended to consider it, making George chuckle. Johnny still sent a glare to Lieb across the room, who had no idea what was going on and was beginning to worry for his life. 

“I have a class and I need a sparring partner.” She felt like she was a schoolgirl again, asking her parents permission. Birdie looked at Johnny, his arms were crossed over his chest as he contemplated what she was telling him. He shot Liebgott another glare just in case.  

“You got an extra class?” Toye questioned, he thought Birdie told him everything so why was he finding this out amongst a group? Joe was starting to get bitter, she should have come to him first and asked him to be her partner. 

“Yeah, all the girls do.” Her voice was nonchalant and she shrugged off Toye’s attitude. 

“Why?” Bill added, finally recovered and ready to take part in the conversation. 

“Cause y’all baby us ladies. How are we gonna learn how to fight if y’all keep pulling your punches?” The men around her 'um'ed and 'ahh'ed, it was a fair point. Toye was still butt hurt, but he supposed he understood, after all, he just wanted Birdie safe. That didn’t mean he liked this.

“What, so we're supposed to actually try and hit you?” Toye narrowed his eyes, no fucking way would he let someone else be Bernadette’s partner, not if the guy was trying to hurt her. 

“Yes!” He was exasperating her, Birdie rolled her eyes at her best friend. His protectiveness was normally welcome and even adored but now it was more of a hindrance and the woman just wanted him to shut his mouth.

“Fine. When’s our first class?” Toye had gone back to casually scooping up his food, acting as if this was just like any other normal discussion. He completely disregarded Bernadette as she dropped her jaw and uttered an irritated, “Our?” 

“You think I'm gonna let anyone else fight you, Little Bird?” He smirked at her, ruffling her hair and laughing when she huffed and smacked his hand away.

“Uh, no.” She declared, narrowing her eyes at him, “Not you.”

“I don’t see anyone else volunteering to kick your ass.” Toye joked though he secretly hoped no one chimed in at that moment.

“I’ll do it.” 

“Thank you, Johnny.” She made an ‘I told you so’ face and stuck her tongue out at Toye, who just rolled his eyes in return. 

“Tomorrow at 1000. The girls will be so excited to finally meet one of my Easy men.” The southerner got up from the table having finished her meal. She looked around and locked eyes with Carwood, he noted her readiness to leave and also got up, making his way toward her.

“Wait, the other girls will be there? I’ll go! Please pick me Birdie!” Guarnere seemed to put two and two together, the realization dawned on him and suddenly he was very eager to join the extra sparring class.

“Ew no. Don't be gross.” Birdie scrunched her face up at Bill, “Besides, I already told them you have Herpes.” She tossed a chuckle over her shoulder at the sputtering Italian man and left the dining hall with Lipton. 

Carwood walked her to her barracks and wished her a goodnight before leaving. 

Bernadette could hear the ladies' commotion from outside, it sounded like a squabble or some fresh, hot gossip had just been spilled. Birdie shook her head, mentally taking a bet with herself before she stepped inside.

Lucy was jumping on top of the corner most cot and held a book high above her head, while Blythe attempted to retrieve what Birdie assumed was her book. A diary maybe? 

Bernadette took note of Charlotte and Francesca watching and smoking from the adjacent corner, next to the butts bin and the door, and Betty sitting the furthest away from the loud women fighting over a book. Connie, who was curled up on her bed, burst into giggles watching the two best friends playfully pushing each other off the bed and wrestling for the journal. 

“Give it back!” Blythe squealed at her friend, who laughed and took post on yet another bed. 

Frankie waved Birdie over and she happily joined the two smokers, sitting away from the racket. Rossi held out her smoke which was snatched up instantly by the Mississippian. 

“You wanna fill me in?” Bernadette prompted, grinning as Blythe had now pinned Lucy to the floor.

“Not really.” Frankie deadpanned, making Charlotte roll her eyes and begin explaining how Lucy had found out about a crush Blythe was harboring and begged her to tell who had caught her eye, but the redhead refused so Lucy had stolen her diary in hopes she written down a name or description of some kind. And apparently she had. 

Birdie let out a chuckle and returned Frankie’s cigarette to her before heading over to Constance. The youngest woman had come out of her shell quite a bit since Birdie had first met her in Toccoa, they got on like a house on fire.

“You know who she’s sweet on?”

“No clue.” Connie grinned, happy to be entertained by the ruckus. 

By now, Blythe had gotten her precious diary back and the first thing she did was smack Lucy over the head with it. 

“Just tell meeeeee!” Lucy stuck her bottom lip out, hands together with interlocked fingers like she was begging her closest friend.

“No, it's a secret.” Blythe answered, tucking the book under her mattress. Lucy seemed to leave it at that and the pair were back to their usual shenanigans, chatting about the day's events and laughing about various inside jokes. Lucy settled on her bed with a comic and Blythe lay her head over the brunette's lap and read the personal letters she had received that morning.

Connie and Birdie shared their daily chit-chat on the blondes bed, the room had quietened down a fair amount, just the typical conversation and smoking. 

So when Betty spoke up, announcing her promotion to Corporal, the room hushed. None of the girls really knew what to say, Betty wasn’t exactly a conversationalist. 

“Oh, Uh… What for?” Lucy was the one to break the quiet, attempting to be polite. When Betty gaped and couldn’t form an answer, a knowing look was passed around the room. Her father had put in a word and gotten her promoted. Typical. Birdie could see the animosity forming between the women in the room and decided to try defuse it. 

“Congratulations, Betty. That's great.” She smiled at the new Corporal who was quite obviously, just trying to fit in. Out of the corner of her vision she saw Lucy rolling her eyes and mouth something unkind to Blythe, who giggled. 

Bernadette cleared her throat and threw them a pointed look, both Lucy and Blythe turned their attention to Betty and gave their congratulations. Followed by Connie and Charlotte who praised the woman. Betty let a small smile creep onto her face as the others began another discussion about their COs. 

“What about you, Betty?” 

Bernadette watched her facial expression change to one of shock, her eyebrows raised; she was being included. The room waited for her answer and when she gave it, they laughed with her instead of at her and Betty felt warm in her chest. 

Elizabeth turned to Bernadette and mouthed a silent ‘Thank you.’ She knew the girls were only talking to her so kindly because of the Easy company lady and she was beginning to appreciate the unacknowledged endeavor.

A/N: Kinda a filler chapter, more exciting things to come!

~ next-autopsy ~

Chapter eighteen

[kendsleyauthor]

Silver Ash: Chapter 3

~3600 words

Warnings: Human sacrifice, captivity

Summary: While Mariana struggles to come to terms with Raiden's unwilling sacrifice, Raiden awakens in confinement--but a chance at escape may be within reach.

🌲 Silver Ash Masterpost 🌲

Thank you @marydublinauthor for beta-reading! 🌸

The Council is doing everything they can to distract her—all while trying to maintain that nothing of note had happened. Ever since she became the Lady of Shadewick just shy of a year ago, her days had been packed with lessons and meetings, but there had always been time in between to collect her thoughts.

The day after the Offering, Mariana is kept so busy that she has little time to wonder about Raiden. To wonder if he’s still breathing. To wonder if he is still fighting to survive. To wonder if he is now at peace with the mysterious knowledge of what becomes of the forest’s Offerings. But any time she tries to think, she is pulled into a new task.

Councilor Harlan wasn’t to quiz her on history. Councilor Sierra wants her to sit in on meetings with Shadewick’s farmers. Councilor Gabrielle wants to study her etiquette. Councilor Koan wants to review her self-defense training—he claims she is in the most danger from civilians after an Offering.

Mariana had woken up that morning with tears in her eyes and an itinerary by her breakfast tray. The Council means well. They know Raiden meant something to her, but in all their efforts to make her avoid thoughts of him, she cannot mourn properly. She knows better than to attempt to discuss the matter directly with them. She had argued with them for hours when he was chosen, to no avail.

In a rare act of defiance, she takes a detour on the way to Gabrielle’s study. Mariana’s etiquette is impeccable, anyway. But being late to a meeting isn’t very proper at all, is it, my lady? She pauses, gripping the stair railway while she chokes back tears. Although she hasn’t thought about Raiden properly, his voice still whispers in her ear, like he is strolling right behind her. She sets her lips in a hard line and makes her way through the castle courtyard.

Blessedly, no one sees her. She had told Eloise, her lady-in-waiting, to meet her on the other side of the castle—where Mariana had no intention of going. That’s not very proper either, my lady. I should start keeping a tally.

Exactly what he would say.

Yes, Raiden could be flippant about important matters, and he had the gall to tease her ruthlessly, but at least he never put up an act around her. He was always himself, for better or worse. Unapologetically himself. It made him one of the few people she could truly talk to, especially after her mother died. Everyone else behaved as though they’d be the next Offering if they insulted her in any way.

Considering Raiden’s sacrifice, perhaps they were right.

She reaches the bridge to the Silver Ash and cranes her neck to take in the sight. Its highest branches stretch even taller than the castle itself. It can be seen from just about anywhere in Shadewick—a permanent fixture that either brought a sense of peace or foreboding, depending on who was looking at it. The tree is surrounded on all sides by a lake filled with lily pads and koi fish, some of which gather near the bridge to follow Mariana as she crosses it.

“Sorry,” she murmurs. “No food today.” It is the sort of thing Raiden would be more likely to remember.

As she steps off the bridge and onto the island that is home to the Silver Ash, it is as though she is walking into a new environment entirely. The thick roots weave in and out of the earth, sturdy as regular trees. The impressive width of the trunk could hold several rooms within if it were hollow. Vibrant green leaves blot out the sun, casting the island in pleasant shade. Mariana takes a familiar path to the other side of the tree, ducking below and around the roots, her heart heavy with loss.

Her mother would bring her here when they wanted a quiet moment. Even after her passing, Mariana returned almost daily to speak with her. She had died shortly after last year’s offering. The illness had been sudden—so sudden and violent that Mariana was certain there had been some mistake with the Offering, and Shadewick was being punished for it. Her mother had suffered for a few short days, unable to draw a full breath. And then she was gone, leaving Mariana with her title.

Thankfully, the Council has guided her. From the moment of her birth, they have been her second family, but now, she works more closely with them. She still has much to learn.

“Hello, Mama.” Mariana takes her usual seat on one of the arching roots at the base of the Silver Ash. She smoothes her dress on her lap and gazes at the spot across from her, where her mother had once lounged. “I… I don’t understand why it had to happen this way.” Her voice breaks off in a pitiful whine. “Was it a random selection? Was it punishment for what we did? Oh, Mama. It isn’t as if Raiden wants to marry me. We aren’t like that. It was one night. One night without rules before the Council begins to line up well-bred suitors for me.”

Not even a breeze stirs the leaves in answer. She always hopes her mother is listening. But she has never heard an answer.

She thinks about speaking aloud to Raiden instead, but her heart shatters at the thought of receiving no sign from him as well. Yesterday, she visited him in the dungeon. She wants to curl into herself at the thought of their final conversation.

The guard had given her ten minutes to speak with him. Her heart broke at the sight of Raiden behind bars. It seemed cruel to cage someone so full of life. It hurt especially to see how his eyes lit up at her approach as if she might tell him there had been a mistake and he was free to go back to living his life.

She took his hands and squeezed them, praying he would understand. “I’m sorry. The forest wants you. The Council insists.”

His expression twisted with disgust. “The forest. The forest doesn’t know I exist.”

A little sob shook through her. “Raiden…”

“Mari,” he said, viciously mimicking her miserable tone. “The forest isn’t a creature or god or anything other than trees and dirt. You hear me? Trees and dirt and monsters, Mari. It cares about me as much as your potted plants do.”

Her mouth went dry. He easily read the horror in her expression and scoffed.

“Oh, what?” Raiden rolled his eyes. “Blasphemy is a completely unreasonable reaction.”

“You can’t speak in such a way,” she whispered. “The forest—”

“Already claimed my blood, according to you and the Council. So what does it matter what I say about it? What will it do? Kill me a second time?”

“It might make you suffer.” She shook her head helplessly. “I don’t have the answers, Raiden. No one does. If you accept your choosing as an honor, the maybe—”

“What if I fought back instead? What if there was a way to survive?”

“What?”

“Why does it have to be a guarantee that I die in there?” When she gaped at him wordlessly, he pressed on. “I didn’t want to tell you this. I knew it would freak you out, but… Do you remember Tove?”

“The hunter?” Trove had been an Offering some years ago when Mariana and Raiden were no more than ten. “What does he have to do with this?”

“She,” Raiden said pointedly. “She has everything to do with this, if you’d listen.”

“She,” Mariana said. “She was a huntress, wasn’t she? She got into trouble for hunting in the Havenwood more than once. The Council says the Silver Ash chose her for her disrespect. That the forest wanted her in return for the blood she had spilled illegally. Why are you bringing her up?”

He clenched her jaw and gave her a hard look—the kind of look that pleaded for understanding. “I saw her at the Silver Ash a few months ago, in the dead of night. She was collecting leaves from it. I followed her. She went into Havenwood and slipped past a breach in the wall, back into the forest.”

“That’s… impossible.”

“It’s not. It was her, I know it. She looked… different. I swear, Mari, I saw her. She had flowers in her hair—so big that they covered half her face. She saw me right before she went through the wall. She took one look at me, then ran off.”

“Maybe it was a dream,” Mariana said. “You know that no Offering has ever been seen again.”

“It wasn’t a dream. Am I mad, then?”

She leaned forward, resting her forehead against the bars. This was already hard enough without Raiden’s desperate hope thrown into the situation. “I… I don’t know what you saw,” she said gently. “But if you did see her—”

“And I did.”

“Maybe the forest uses her body as a vessel.”

“Great,” he muttered. “So even if I survive, I’ll be the forest’s puppet. Is that what you believe? Is that what I should be so honored about?”

“I’m sorry.” She squeezed his hand tighter. “I wish there was another way. Believe me, I tried with the Council, but they—”

“Oh, please. You know exactly why this is happening.” He was the one clutching her tightly now. “We were seen, Mari. I told you we were. I swore I saw a guard peeking into your bedchamber. You didn’t listen to me then, either. He went and spread the news, and now the Council has a perfect target to get rid of without fuss. I sullied the perfect Lady of Shadewick.”

“That’s not true! We… Even if we were seen, the Council has nothing to do with your choosing. The Silver Ash may be displeased by what we did.”

He gave her a thoroughly exhausted and disgusted look. It made her feel childish. He had never looked at her in such a way, through all his years of teasing. “Mari. Listen to yourself. Why would a tree care if we fucked?”

She shushed him. “We don’t know the intricate nature of the Silver Ash. It is beyond our comprehension, and we don’t need to understand its choices. We simply must obey, or the walls of Shadewick will no longer protect us.”

“Okay. So let’s say the Silver Ash abhors what we did. Why was my name chosen? Why not yours? What would you do if your name was whispered to the Council instead?”

Mariana yanked her hands away sharply and took a step back. “I would walk into the forest with my head held high,” she snapped, but her eyes filled with more tears. “I would die happy knowing that my sacrifice is protecting my people. I would take the sleeping draught without fuss.”

Strangely, his expression softened with pity. “You’re one of the brightest people I know,” he said. “You excel at every subject, you’re quick as a whip in so many things. How can you be stupid enough to believe these lies?”

“Raiden—”

“No. Fuck the Council. And fuck you.”

He refused to speak to her at all after that, and she had no choice but to leave when the guard said her ten minutes were up.

Fuck the Council. And fuck you.

She squeezed her eyes shut. His words echo in her ears, taunting her. She should be furious that he would speak to her in such a way, but all she feels is hollow. She looks up at the Silver Ash and runs her fingers along the thick grooves of the bark.

Collecting leaves. Raiden claimed the Offered huntress had been collecting leaves. Why?

Her gaze trails further, to the castle, to the surrounding buildings that lead into the main city. And beyond that, there are fields and homes. All of it, surrounded by the forest that is being kept at bay with a yearly Offering.

This is her home. Her people.

All her life, her mother taught her that sacrifices are necessary to keep their home protected. There have been a few breaches in the walls over the years, but nothing compared to what would happen if they angered the Silver Ash and allowed the beasts in. She recalls seeing the aftermath of a man torn apart by monsters following a breach. In her mind’s eye, she sees a massacre—and it would be all her fault.

She wasn’t lying when she said she would accept her fate if she was the Offering.

And yet, it pained her so deeply to watch Raiden as he was led out of the dungeon and into the carriage, bound for death. Per custom, Mariana was the one to administer the sleeping draught that would knock him out before he reached the ritual ground. It would leave him prone to whatever the forest had planned for him.

But something snapped in her—something she can’t explain even now. When no one was looking, she switched the draught for water. She whispered for him to pretend to sleep until he was left alone.

And she isn’t sure if she can ever forgive herself.

“Why did you let him run off in the first place?” The first voice is unfamiliar and unsettlingly close. “It shouldn’t have been hard for you to collect him.”

“I don’t know. He was annoying.” The second voice is more distant and unsettlingly familiar. “I found him in the end, didn’t I?”

Raiden fades in and out to the sound of the conversation. His mind is being held firmly underwater, and no matter how he tries to surface, he can’t find the strength to become fully aware.

“He would have been less annoying if he was asleep,” the first voice scoffs. “How did he wake up so soon? Did those dolts brew the sleeping draught wrong?”

“You’re asking a lot of questions.”

The second voice is undoubtedly the giant. His rumbling tone comes closer, drastically overpowering the other’s voice. Raiden is aware he is being touched, moved, and tugged at, but he can’t resist or murmur a word of protest. His injury prickles at times, but he isn’t awake enough to feel more than a dull ache.

Finally, the touches stop, and he hears no more of the conversation.

He dreams of the river lady and yearns to dive with her under the rushing current. He never wants to wake up, knowing he’ll find a world where she left him behind.

But he does wake up, whether he likes it or not. The voices have fallen silent. When he squints his eyes open, there is no sky, no trees overhead. Somehow, he’s indoors. The faint rustle of branches and leaves permeates through the walls. A steady wind is blowing somewhere.

He is laying on his good side—the one that wasn’t torn by a boar’s tusk. Through bleary vision and shaking fingers, he surmises that he’s laying on a roughspun blanket. His injury smarts as he pushes himself to sit, and he locks up in pain.

After braving the ordeal of moving to hands and knees, he notices that his shirt has mysteriously vanished. His abdomen is wrapped in cloth bandages. He brushes his fingers over the wrappings, disturbed by the thought of someone maneuvering him while he was unconscious. The phantom sensation of large fingers trapping him in their grip makes him snap to sharper attention.

He expects to find the giant looming straight over him, but the reality of his surroundings makes his mouth go dry.

Bars. Wooden bars, thicker than his arm, surround him. He freezes, staring straight ahead at one side of his cage.

It’s alright, he tells himself hurriedly. Wood. It’s wood. He can manipulate it and free himself, so long as the giant doesn’t catch him in the act.

Crawling to the nearest wall of his enclosure, he peers out.

The room is massive—a structure made of stone and wood that has doors leading off to who-knew-where. There’s no telling how big this place is, and it’s all the more difficult to get a read on anything when it all appears to be sized for a leshy. The walls themselves are a mixture of bark and rock, as if the building itself was grown and shaped from the ground up to create a refined dwelling fit for a giant.

This space appears to be a parlor of sorts. His cage is high off the ground, situated on what must be a table. On the other side of the room, there is one seat in front of a roaring fireplace. It’s somewhat comforting to see that lone seat—a sign that there is only a single giant tenant to deal with.

There is no question to whom this dwelling belongs when he spots the deer mask propped on the mantle. The empty sockets seem to spy on his every move even now.

Tenderly pushing himself to his feet, Raiden winces. He’s been treated and bandaged, but he still feels like he was trampled by a horse. His earthen abilities will not come so easily in this state.

He circles the cage to find the largest gap to make his escape. There is no time to wonder how he will get down from the table—not when he finally looks directly behind him and realizes that it isn’t wind that he’s been hearing.

The giant has been at the table all along, right behind him. A small noise chokes in Raiden’s throat, but he clamps a hand over his mouth to stifle the noise.

There is silence, save for the leshy’s steady breathing. His arms are folded on the table, head down. Sleeping.

Eyes wide, Raiden slowly lowers his hand and struggles to get a hold of himself. It hadn’t even occurred to him that a monster so archaic could sleep. In this state, the leshy looks almost harmless. Handsome, even, with that peaceful look on his face. Those imposing eyes are shut, and without the deer antlers to give him extra height, he appears more human than ever before.

If there is ever going to be a time to get away, it is now. The moment the giant opens his eyes, there is no telling if he’ll get another opportunity.

Raiden white-knuckles two bars of the cage and lowers his head in concentration. Dead wood is harder to influence than live, but impossibly, it appears that this wood is very much alive. He snaps his hands away from it and looks down. The bars were grown straight up from the table itself—which must also be a piece of living wood.

The leshy has utterly manipulated the forest to do his bidding, going so far as to craft an entire home, furniture, and a makeshift Offering cage to keep Raiden contained while he naps.

He counts it lucky that the bars respond to his call. They curve apart, allowing him space to pass between. He keeps his eyes on the giant as he steps through, half-certain that tampering with the leshy’s creation will jolt him awake. But the giant goes on sleeping, entirely unaware that his newest captive is free.

Traveling with the softest steps he can manage, Raiden jogs to the edge of the table farthest from the leshy and looks over the side. The floor seems miles away, he notes with frustration. He wracks his mind to think how he can manipulate the ground or table to get him down, but he can’t influence the wood any further without risking unconsciousness. He may be able to jump to a chair, but much like seating by the fireplace, this table only has one—and the giant is occupying it.

“Your reclusiveness is incredibly inconvenient,” Raiden hisses, throwing the leshy a scowl.

He explores the perimeter of the table, but it’s all useless until he reaches the giant. As Raiden glares at the monster, a horrifically stupid plan takes form. He tries to push it away, but the longer he stands there, the surer he is that there is only one possible way to the floor without immediately dooming himself.

And he hates it.

Part of him wishes that the leshy will wake up right that instant and make his plan dissolve before he can even attempt. As Raiden inches closer, there is no change.

Up close, he feels the faint stir of the giant’s breath through his slightly parted lips. The tiny leafed vines appear in sharper detail on his face. The vegetation seems to weave in and out of his skin—it’s hard to tell where hair ends and leaves begin. Raiden vaguely wonders if it hurts to have vines torn away from his skin, not that he has any intention to sate that particular curiosity

Holding his breath, Raiden stretches out a trembling hand and rests it on the giant’s sleeve. He pulls back sharply and takes a peek at the too-close face. No movement. Not even a twitch or stutter in breathing. Nothing more than a deceptively peaceful expression.

Perhaps he really can get away with this.

Urgency surges through him. If he doesn’t move now, he will lose his chance. He grips the fabric near the giant’s elbow with more confidence. His wound aches sharply, but he stuffs the pain down. Gritting his teeth, he pulls himself up and begins inching his way toward the giant’s side.

Did you think climbing down a sleeping giant would be one of the great honors of being an Offering, Mari?

((Author's note: The story's still going! There may be long stretches between posts, but I really want to see this one through! Having our hero climb down a sleeping giant is one way to keep me invested 👀))

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[apprehensiveacorn]

I read The Art of War by Sun Tzu and highlighted the quotes that made me think of Outsiders!Owen. This is completely self indulgent and so incredibly long

Below the cut are all the quotes that reminded me of C!Owen, in some shape or form. Organized by chapter and with the occasional comments from yours truly (the quotes mostly spread for themselves, though)

(Yes, there will be one for NL!Sparrow as well. I didn’t think it’d work but then I saw things and thought “he’d shout that running away from something he can’t fight” and it was quite funny)

Chapter 1 — Laying Plans

“Therefore, in your deliberations, when seeking to determine the military conditions, let them be made the basis of a comparison, in this wise:

(1) Which of the two sovereigns is imbued with the Moral law? (2) Which of the two generals has most ability? (3) With whom lie the advantages derived from Heaven and Earth? (4) On which side is discipline most rigorously enforced? (5) Which army is stronger? (6) On which side are officers and men more highly trained? (7) In which army is there the greater constancy both in reward and punishment?”

“All warfare is based on deception.”

“If he [the enemy] is taking his ease, give him no rest. If his forces are united, separate them.”

“Now the general who wins a battle makes many calculations in his temple ere the battle is fought. The general who loses a battle makes but few calculations beforehand. Thus do many calculations lead to victory, and few calculations to defeat: how much more no calculation at all! It is by attention to this point that I can foresee who is likely to win or lose.”

Chapter 2 — Waging War

“Now, when your weapons are dulled, your ardor damped, your strength exhausted and your treasure spent, other chieftains will spring up to take advantage of your extremity. Then no man, however wise, will be able to avert the consequences that must ensue.”

“There is no instance of a country having benefited from prolonged warfare.”

“It is only one who is thoroughly acquainted with the evils of war that can thoroughly understand the profitable way of carrying it on.”

“Now in order to kill the enemy, our men must be roused to anger; that there may be advantage from defeating the enemy, they must have their rewards.”

“Thus it may be known that the leader of armies is the arbiter of the people’s fate, the man on whom it depends whether the nation shall be in peace or in peril.”

Chapter 3 — Attack by Stratagem

“Hence, though an obstinate fight may be made by a small force, in the end it must be captured by the larger force.”

“…(2) He will win who knows how to handle both superior and inferior forces. (3) He will win whose army is animated by the same spirit throughout all its ranks. (4) He will win who, prepared himself, waits to take the enemy unprepared. (5) He will win who has military capacity and is not interfered with by the sovereign.”

Chapter 4 — Tactical Dispositions

“Sun Tzu said: The good fighters of old first put themselves beyond the possibility of defeat, and then waited for an opportunity of defeating the enemy.”

“Thus the good fighter is able to secure himself against defeat, but cannot make certain of defeating the enemy.”

“Security against defeat implies defensive tactics; ability to defeat the enemy means taking the offensive.”

“Hence the skillful fighter puts himself into a position which makes defeat impossible, and does not miss the moment for defeating the enemy.”

Chapter 5 — Energy

“Fighting with a large army under your command is nowise different from fighting with a small one: it is merely a question of instituting signs and signals.”

Shsbankakamjaja leader of the clearing

“Therefore the good fighter will be terrible in his onset, and prompt in his decision.”

“Energy may be likened to the bending of a crossbow; decision, to the releasing of a trigger.”

Chapter 6 — Weak Points and Strong

“If the enemy is taking his ease, he can harass him; if well supplied with food, he can starve him out; if quietly encamped, he can force him to move.”

Seems like the relentlessness Owen held when hunting the demons

“O divine art of subtlety and secrecy! Through you we learn to be invisible, through you inaudible; and hence we can hold the enemy’s fate in our hands.”

“If we wish to fight, the enemy can be forced to an engagement even though he be sheltered behind a high rampart and a deep ditch. All we need do is attack some other place that he will be obliged to relieve.”

Seems like the cruel logic Owen took when fighting the demons, before the maze

“For should the enemy strengthen his van, he will weaken his rear; should he strengthen his rear, he will weaken his van; should he strengthen his left, he will weaken his right; should he strengthen his right, he will weaken his left. If he sends reinforcements everywhere, he will everywhere be weak.”

Seems like how Owen would think fighting the demons, before the maze

“Water shapes its course according to the nature of the ground over which it flows; the soldier works out his victory in relation to the foe whom he is facing.”

Chapter 7 — Maneuvering

“A whole army may be robbed of its spirit; a commander-in-chief may be robbed of his presence of mind.”

Chapter 9 — The Army on the March

“Camp in high places, facing the sun. Do not climb heights in order to fight.”

“In dry, level country, take up an easily accessible position with rising ground to your right and on your rear, so that the danger may be in front, and safety lie behind.”

“When the soldiers stand leaning on their spears, they are faint from want of food.”

“If the officers are angry, it means that the men are weary.”

Chapter 11 — The Nine Situations

“The principle on which to manage an army is to set up one standard of courage which all must reach.”

“To muster his host and bring it into danger: — this may be termed the business of the general.”

“For it is the soldier’s disposition to offer an obstinate resistance when surrounded, to fight hard when he cannot help himself, and to obey promptly when he has fallen into danger.”

“Confront your soldiers with the deed itself; never let them know your design.”

Chapter 12 — The Attack by Fire

“Sun Tzu said: There are five ways of attacking with fire. The first is to burn soldiers in their camp; the second is to burn stores; the third is to burn baggage trains; the fourth is to burn arsenals and magazines; the fifth is to hurl dropping fire amongst the enemy.”

“If there is an outbreak of fire, but the enemy’s soldiers remain quiet, bide your time and do not attack.”

Owen kept quiet about the lava

“A wind that rises in the daytime lasts long, but a night breeze soon falls.”

“Hence those who use fire as an aid to the attack show intelligence; those who use water as an aid to the attack gain an accession of strength.”

“Anger may in time change to gladness; vexation may be succeeded by content.”

“But a kingdom that has once been destroyed can never come again into being; nor can the dead ever be brought back to life.”

Chapter 13 — The Use of Spies

“Hostile armies may face each other for years, striving for the victory which is decided in a single day. This being so, to remain in ignorance of the enemy’s condition simply because one grudges the outlay of a hundred ounces of silver in honors and emoluments, is the height of inhumanity.

One who acts thus is no leader of men, no present help to his sovereign, no master of victory.”

[thisismyusernamelollol]

Hi, I'm going to go on a little bit of a rant here, just know I don't intend to offend anyone, and that this is just my opinion, there will most likely be swearing as well, I'm going to start now. WARNINGS!! Mentions of suicide baiting, Mentions of attempted murder, Mentions of Child Abuse, Mentions of Death. ⚠️MANGA SPOILERS⚠️

Bakugo Katsuki is, while, yes a character needed for the plot to work I'm allowed to HATE the guy, here are my reasons

1: He's an asshole, he LITERALLY told someone to kill themselves he said "take a swan dive off the roof of a building", most people reading most likely already know that.

2: The way he treats others, he calls them nicknames which could very well be taken as insults, I mean "Racoon eyes" could be considered discrimination against those with mutant quirks, "Deku" practically means "Useless"

3: He basically refuses to work with people at all at the beginning, he's gotten slightly better but he still acts like he should be in charge at all times

4: Attempted murder, he tried to kill Midoriya the first time they got paired against each other for any training exercise and had a complete disregard for the building, which could have easily killed everyone in the building

5: He refuses to listen to adults or any other figure of authority for the most part, he ignored All Might when he told him to stop during that first exercise, He yells and barley listens to his mother

(Side note I don't think Mitsuki is abusive per say, she just hits him like that because he refuses to listen otherwise)

The multiple times he's ignored Aizawa's orders, the time at training camp when they were told they could fight back for SELF DEFENSE he fought them purposely instead of trying to run away

Now into the next segment,

Why Bakugo doesn't face consequences for his actions even though he apologized

He apologized in the manga but it was one time in public, he didn't apologize for anything in specific, for all we know he could be apologizing for adding to little spice to some food. It wasn't exactly a private apology either. Afterwords it nearly didn't matter at all, the only affect was him trying to call Midoriya, "Izuku". Which is also pretty fucked up considering the strained relationship and bullying, seeing as in Japan people usually tend to go by their last name unless you're really close to the person. And again, Mitsuki doesn't really abuse Katsuki, she just hits him to get him to listen, as just talking won't work, as demonstrated many times by the rest of 1-A and Masaru Bakugo.

And the last segment of the post

Bakugo is SO damn self-centered it's stupid, examples:

He thought Midoriya was hiding his quirk to mock HIM specifically

His "Speech" from the sports festival

He thought he lost the sport festival because Todoroki didn't use his fire

He thinks it's HIS fault All Might had to retire and not AFO's or Shigaraki

He thinks it's his fault Midoriya left U.A

And two last things, when he was dying he was only thinking about getting stronger, not his family or friends. And he hasn't gotten therapy, I don't know if it's because it was never offered to him or he refused. End of rant thanks for reading!

Please remember that this is my opinion, I don't mean to offend anyone

[bakuvantea]

slime tensei imgns!

- synopsis: sneaking in the hot springs to bathe with the best boys

- includes: rimuru, benimaru, and souei

- special appearances from: shuna, shion, gobta, hakurou (for the shts and giggles lmao)

- warnings: slight nsfw implications in beni’s part

-•-

r i m u r u

oh to be the lover of a man loved by many, it can truly be a bother at times

example being your current situation

rimuru was in his human form, trapped between shuna and shion who were giving him remarks and praises about how well he gave his speech to the delegates from yuurazania

now, how will you take your man for yourself

using thought communication, you said to him, “i invited you over here for us to have a moment to ourselves, do explain why shuna and shion are also here with us, hmm? oh great rimuru-sama.”

you saw him flinch, slowly looking over to you who was sitting down a good 5 meters away from where he was

he smiled, making you scoff and roll your eyes

also using thought communication he replied, “(name) i’m sorry! i didn’t think anyone saw me come in here, but alas they followed me to the bath and before i had a chance to explain it was already too late! im sorry (name)! i really am!”

you then looked over to the two kijins, an idea suddenly appearing out of thin air, you smirked and said out loud, “oh dear, it seems rimuru is hungry from bathing for far too long. shuna, shion, would you two be a dear and grab some food for him? you have my utmost thanks.”

you then listed all sorts of rare and hard to cook cuisines to keep them occupied for a good five hours or so

the two kijins smiled and replied, “of course (name)-sama!”

they then glared at each other, immediately running out of the bath to fetch some food and be the first one to give them to rimuru

you smiled victoriously, “finally!”

rimuru swam closer to you and hugged your side, sighing he said, “you’re so warm.”

wrapping your arms around him, you kissed the top of his head and said, “love, we’re in a hot springs, what do you expect?”

dismissing your sarcastic reply, he kissed your lips, parting just enough for his lips to still touch yours, he said; “your hugs will always be the best.”

-•-

b e n i m a r u

benimaru sighed in content as he dipped further into the hot springs designated for gentlemen

it was a pretty rough day, some overconfident human visitors thought it would be wise to try and pick a fight with him

he scoffed, it seems that their survival instincts needed some tweaking, seeing that they failed to see the murder seething from his eyes

after that encounter he had to train the kurenai elite troops in order to prepare for upcoming battles and to strengthen the defense and offense of the jura tempest federation

it truly was such a tiring day

“psst!”

benimaru opened his eyes, he was now standing in the bath, looking to every direction trying to determine the location of the noise when he suddenly felt a heavy weight from behind him, his body plunged forward into the hot springs and he heard laughter as he gasped for air

finally escaping from the deathly grip, he turned around and saw you giggling, saying “sorry” and “oh jura, you look like a hot mess”

he groaned, “(name) what are you doing here in the men’s bath?” yet even as he tries to look annoyed, one cannot deny how his eyes softened when he saw you

“i was looking for you, then i bumped into rimuru-san, he told me he saw you walking here and so i followed suit,” you replied as you scooted closer to him, beginning to play with his dampened locks

“dearest, someone could come in here any second now, we are sure to be teased by the others if they saw our current predicament!”

flicking his forehead and receiving an ‘oi!’ from him, you then replied saying, “oh don’t worry your pretty ‘lil head love, i asked rimuru-sama if we can have the baths to ourselves for the evening and he agreed, he even told us to have fun.”

benimaru shook his head, pulling you closer to him he said, “well then, if rimuru-sama said so, then who am i to disobey?”

trailing kisses down your neck to your chest he thought to himself, ‘its going to be a long evening’

-•-

s o u e i

you were already in the women's bath when you heard rimuru and souei's voice from the other side

he wasn't one to indulge himself, always claiming that he'll be on the look-out for enemies and anything out of the ordinary in the jura tempest territory

you assumed that rimuru may have scolded him and ordered the kijin to go take a break in the hot bath. hearing rimuru bid farewell, you then started to speak, "souei! are you alone over there?"

"(name), i didn't know you were there. to answer your question, yes i am alone. rimuru-sama left since he has urgent business to attend to."

you smiled

nice!

"i'll go over there!"

"this is the men's bath (name). it is not appropriate for a young woman to be seen bathing with a man like myself."

"oh you and your uptight self! relax for a bit okay? if anybody sees us, then they'd know better than to interrupt, and when have i ever followed tradition?"

"hmm, i guess so"

you stood up and used shadow motion to go to the men's bath

appearing near a bamboo tree, you smiled at him and walked over to where he was sitting, dipping yourself in the water you sighed in content

just as he was about to embrace your figure, he heard a shriek and a chuckle

"i-i'm sorry! (name)-san and souei-san!" the both of you saw gobta kneeling down holding the towel covering his body tightly as he continuously bowed and asked for forgiveness

beside him was hakurou, smirking at souei as if saying, "ayeee, my man getting that-"

"oho ho! me and my student will leave now, it seems that we have disturbed you two," dragging gobta by his ear (he was still saying a barrage of apologies) the master and student then left you two to your own devices

souei sighed, this wasn't really how he envisioned a 'relaxing evening' to transpire to

but with you now wrapped in his embrace, he doesn't think its half bad

yep, it really wasn't, he thought when you started nuzzling his naked chest

-•-

hope ya’ll liked it!!

-winamiko

[starshapedmorgue]

Hello! Hope you're okay, could you write mikasa ackerman x reader fem relationship headcanons, just fluff 😋👌🏻

sorry for bad english

hello! I’m doing okay, thank you for asking and requesting! I hope you enjoy <3

pairing: Mikasa Ackerman x fem! reader 

warnings: there are manga spoilers ahead!

a/n: had to rewrite this a few times because my computer crashed on me :( I also may have done a little too much haha …

Coming Down 

before you officially became Mikasa’s girlfriend, you were a resident of wall rose, a simple child leaving home to pursue her dream of joining the military police. making your family proud was what you strived for, so the journey as a soldier began. 

if you wanted to join the military police, you needed to be one of the top ten cadets of your class, you swore to yourself you would let nothing stand in the way of your goal but then she walked by and you knew, at that moment, there was no going back. 

 the jet black hair, grey eyes, and extraordinary strength lured you further away from the objective, watching her take down her sparring partner with ease struck a deep sense of awe within you. she had you hooked so to say. 

 turns out, you weren’t the only admirer. learning a boy by the name of jean kirstein was also infatuated with the smaller girl bugged you to an extent. he was cocky and arrogant, traits no one found attractive. you crossed your fingers she was one of those people. you nearly cheer when you witness the girl reject him, leaving the stunned boy on the porch. 

 you spend weeks going back and forth, whether you should introduce yourself. you were afraid she’d turn you away like she did with jean but it’s not like you’re asking her to marry her. a simple hello would do, you think. you expect to catch her alone, awaiting someone when you finally gather the courage to approach. 

 instead, while practicing hand-to-hand combat, you’re knocked into her causing the both of you to stumble and fall to the ground. the first thing you notice when you open your eyes is the pink tint that colors her cheeks. her face was mere inches from yours. you mirror her expression. somehow,  she landed on top of you. 

you sputter an apology, blaming your partner for being reckless with their actions. she dusts herself off before helping you off the floor. you thank her in return. thinking you blew your chances, you begin with another apology but she cuts you off. 

“it’s ok, just be careful next time.” you gulp before nodding, still, the apology slipping past your tongue and into the wind. she leaves you with a small smile. you get your ass handed to you for the next hour. 

it’s lunchtime when things get interesting. you sit in your usual spot, next to Annie who listens as mina spews about stories from her hometown. you listen and eat. when a shadow appears in front of you, you’re seconds away from turning to them and telling them off but when your eyes meet grey ones, you nearly choke on the bland soup. 

you want to rub your eyes to make sure it wasn’t some sort of dream. it wasn’t. the others thought the same. their eyes glued to your figures. Mikasa Ackerman sat in front of you and was speaking. she was speaking!

“ oh, sorry, I didn’t hear you, I was somewhere else, what did you say? ” she stared at you before repeating herself. 

“ I asked if you were interested in training with me tomorrow? I promise I won’t throw you into other people. ” on command, a bright shade of red marks your cheeks. you let out a quiet “yes, that would be great” before returning to your food. the rest of the cadets watch as you both steal glances at one another. 

your lessons consist of self-defense. she teaches you how to disarm an enemy, using the weapon against them successfully or how to free yourself from an attacker’s hold. they were the busiest days but also your favorite.

 fighting as offensive wasn’t exactly something you looked forward to. she spent the majority of the time kicking you to the ground. you’d sport a new bruise after each session. 

once, when you had enough, you try to attack her while she’s distracted but she’s faster and trips you. instinct kicks in and you try to catch yourself, but it’s too late because your foot is bent at an awkward angle, causing you to fall to the floor again. 

she uses herself as an aid, grabbing your waist and wrapping your arm around her neck, so she can walk you to the infirmary. you couldn’t walk for the next three weeks but it was worth watching her argue with the camp’s medical staff. 

feeling guilty for the sprain, she dedicates her free time to you. she helps you wash up, feeds you, and even reads to you while you sit, stuck in the girls’ dorm. 

you yap about how boring it is to sit and do nothing while she trains and how you’ve started to count the dust particles on the windows. For all her might, she can’t help but think how beautiful you are.

when your foot finally heals, she drags you with her, everywhere. from the cafeteria for breakfast to the fields for training, lunch to the showers, and finally, the girls’ dorm. you’re sitting on her bed, tired from the day’s work when she tells you about a land filled with flowers that stretches onto the horizon in her hometown.

“when the sun sets, the colors of the sky reflect on the petals of the flowers. it’s a beautiful sight.” you stop yourself from telling her she was the most beautiful sight you would ever lay eyes on.

It’s graduation day when you confess your feelings. she ranked first while you and Armin sat back and watched as they were honored. the military police never seemed that fun anyway.

after celebrating you wander through the city, hoping to catch sight of some flowers as a congratulation. the search was a distraction, something to stall the inevitable admission. it was late, making it unlikely for vendors to be out.

you almost give up until you find a small pink flower growing near the edge of an old older building. a strange place for something elegant like the flower but you shrug it off and head back towards the feast.

she notices your absence. she frowns and looks everywhere within the building. yet, you’re nowhere to be found. she asks the other cadets and she gets nowhere until Sasha points out she spotted you leaving the feast.

she has one foot on the stairs before you find yourself face to face with her.

“where did you go? I was getting worried.”

“I got you a flower as a congratulations for being number one.”

you offer her the flower and she kindly takes it. she brings it to her nose for a smell. you watch her with a smile on your face.

It was now or never, you had to confess before you lost her to someone else. your palms grew sweaty and your heart beat faster.

you failed to notice, but she was gearing up to say the same thing. 

you both speak at the same time. 

“I like you.”

your eyes along with hers, widen. you want to shake your head and ask her to repeat what she said but you’re stuck, mouth clamped shut.

you both try to say something but again, you interrupt each other. 

you both laugh, communicating the feeling of mutuality. she offers her hand and you take it without hesitation.

years later, when you’re standing on the sandy beach with the water running up and down your leg, you turn to look at her. 

“Do you think we’ll make it out of this, together?”

she looks back with a questioning gaze. 

“haven’t we?”

when eren disappears, you think it would have ruined your relationship but it only strengthens it. she no longer had the obligation to protect her brother thus leaving you two more time to mess around. 

you learn the hard way that mikasa is a sleep talker. when your request to room with your girlfriend is approved nights are sweet and warm but one night when you untangle yourself from her grasp to grab a canteen of water, her voice startles you. 

“what did you do?”

you stop and stare at her resting figure. “I was just-” “no, don’t grab potatoes, Sasha will eat them all.” you’re confused. what does being awake in the middle of the night have to do with Sasha and potatoes? she turns to face you, still sound asleep.

it clicks into your head when you see her eyes are still closed. she was talking in her sleep about whatever. you make sure to stay asleep every night after that. 

when you aren’t busy doing scout stuff, you and Mikasa have picnic dates. The last of the titans were wiped out and there was no need to fear the outside of the walls so taking horses, you ride into the secluded forest and reminisce about the past and talk of the future. 

She dreams of a home somewhere away from the towns, quiet and peaceful. she’s had enough of the fighting. so did you. your ears perk up when she includes you in small detail.

“I’d like to settle down and start a family if you wouldn’t mind. There are many children who reside in the orphanage since you know … we can’t conceive …” you laugh and nod. “Sure, whatever you want.” you both laid side by side until the sun no longer provided light.

Things get complicated when eren reveals himself to be undercover in Marley and when he unleashes great terror, the problems worsen but through it all, you stick with her.

when all is said and done, you stand in the kitchen of the cabin, scrubbing off the leftover mess off the dishes when she walks in with the weekly produce. A smile on her face, the sun shines through the doorway, surrounding her with the light. It is then when you think to yourself, this is how it always should be. 

[ristoranteivorykeys]

twst mermay 6 — big

in which floyd and lilia have a chat about floyd's experiences with fighting other creatures. ft. floyd leech & lilia vanrouge

╰┈➤ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: here’s the sixth prompt! once again, it’s a floyd-centric piece, but it’s a bit more lighthearted than the last （＾ω＾）when reading beans day 2 in english, i found lilia’s remark about floyd being young yet experienced in things like hunting rather striking, so i wanted to make a bit of a sequel to that!

╰┈➤ 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨: mermay masterlist

The cafeteria is buzzing with chatter and rumbling stomachs, but Floyd still found it too quiet. Today, Azul was called for an emergency dorm leader meeting, and Jade had to make up for a test after getting sick from food poisoning (he deserves it for all the mushrooms he brings home to the dorm), so he languidly walked to the table with a tray in hand and nobody to talk to. 

Usually, he didn’t care about getting stares from several students, but at the moment, each piercing gaze bothered him. Yes, he’s alone for now, and yes, he’s going to have days when Azul and Jade aren’t accompanying him. And thankfully, one glare from him caused them to shudder and return to their meals. 

“Hello, is this seat taken by any chance?”

Floyd glanced up towards the direction of the deep voice, and he met the youthful face of Lilia Vanrouge, who stood across from him. “Eh, does it really matter,” he asked. “It’s a free-for-all, just take any seat you want.” 

“It’s good to be polite as well, but I’ll gladly oblige,” Lilia said as he took his seat and set down his tray. 

“Doncha usually sit at the cool kids table, though,” Floyd asked as he took a bite of his sandwich, pointing to the table situated on the balcony area.

“Cool kids table,” he asked with a tilt of his head. “I never perceived it to be as such. But well, I make Silver and Sebek do a bit more training lately ever since Beans Day, and Malleus is nowhere to be found, so I’m usually all alone now.” 

“Ehhh, well since all the seats here are a free-for-all, then why are you here,” he asked as he played with his fork. 

“A very good question.” A smile made its way to the Diasomnia student’s face. “Truly, deceiving is the appearance that one puts up. That moody demeanor you have belies an intellect that many would wish to possess.” 

Floyd frowned. “Just get to the point, Devilfish. You’re saying weird words now.” 

“I do have a reason for sitting with you,” Lilia said as he plopped an elbow on the table and rested his head on his hand. “For you see, I had been intrigued by your performance on Beans Day.”

“I told you, man, it’s because as morays, we wait for the last minute until we strike. There’s nothing to it,” the merman said as he took another bite of his meal. 

“Perhaps for you, who’s been living that kind of life since nativity, it would be nothing,” he responded. “But I, as a non-merfolk, am curious about the kind of life you live and the ways of survival for folks such as yourself. So pray tell, regale me with stories of your hunting days and other escapades.” 

“Hmmm, well I guess there’s no harm in telling ya, and it’s boring without Azul and Jade around,” Floyd said with a shrug. “K, well, under the sea, so yeah, we have to hunt for our food. Our parents taught us self-defense since we were kids so that we can hunt while also being able to defend ourselves from predators and the like.” 

“Mm, I see.” Lilia nodded. “Knowing self-defense is very helpful in life. I applaud your parents for imparting such a life skill to you two.” 

“Yeah, I do appreciate it,” he said with a hint of gratitude in his voice. “But back then, I mainly used it to get into fights. It’s just boring to hunt for small fry, so why not go for something bigger?” Floyd displayed a grin. “Jade and I have fought countless whales and sharks. And usually, we would win. But there was this one time, we were like around 8 years old or something? We went to this really dark cave because our parents told us not to go there.”

“My, quite rebellious,” the fae chuckled. “I can’t help but feel bad for your parents.” 

“Well I mean, it’s precisely because it’s forbidden that it makes it so much more enticing to explore, yeah? But anyway…” He took another bite, chewing and swallowing before continuing: “So we went in. And well at first, it was really damn dark and all that, but that was just it. So Jade and I were like, ‘Lol maybe our parents are just being worrywarts as usual.’ But then I don’t know what happened, but we made a loud sound, and suddenly, there was this huge creature that came out. It was, like, a huge sea serpent that resembled a dragon.”

Lilia’s eyes perked up. “Could it be some sort of Loch Ness monster?”

“Eh, I guess so?” Floyd raised a brow at his response. “Well either way, it was big, and Jade was really worried and was saying that we should flee. But I didn’t wanna flee, I was really awed at it and wanted to take it on!” 

“Oh my. And what happened?”

“Well, we managed to weaken it with our magic.” Another bite and then swallow. “But it was way too strong for us. I kinda thought that we were toast at that moment. But then our parents and some relatives came in and took down that beast, and I think that was the first time I was really really awed at our parents. But of course, they scolded us for disobeying them.”

“I see,” Lilia said with a nod.

“That experience did make us smarter with our hunts,” Floyd continued. “Ever since then, we’ve been really successful in getting our prey and winning our battles.” His hand went to his dangling earring. “The earrings that Jade and I wear? They were our prize after beating a sturgeon in battle, and we used its scales to turn it into these earrings.”

“Oh, how intriguing indeed.” His crimson gaze turned to the shimmering blue earring. “Sturgeons are rather big, no? Some much more so than your eel forms.” 

“Mhm, that one was really big,” Floyd said. “One of the biggest of its kind, I think. It was really satisfying to take it down. I always like to take down opponents that pose a challenge against me.”

“I completely understand that excitement.” Lilia smiled. “That rush of adrenaline as you’re faced with someone who seems to be bigger and stronger than yourself and that determination to test yourself and win in the end.”

“Yeah! That’s exactly it, Devilfish,” Floyd exclaimed, his face beaming from excitement. “It’s always the best to challenge those stronger than yourself. And it’s even better when you come out the victor because there, you realize that you’ve gotten stronger.”

Lilia chuckled. “You truly are fascinating, Floyd. I’m glad to have this conversation with you.”

[gardenerian]

hello hi hello mel ☺️♥️ you are amazing (just fyi, in case you forgot)

if you feel so inclined, I wish you would write a fic where…. Ian and mickey are cooking dinner together in their new apartment 😌

(I feel like we have talked about this before maybe? yes? no? idk, but regardless, I would love to hear your take on it if you ever feel like it. cooking! food! making sure the other eats well!! I’m obsessed)

kthanksloveyoubye 💕

hi cat 😌 i think i have probably talked about this a thousand times over, but as it is one of my all time favorite scenarios, i am thrilled to do it again! (loveyoulotslikesomuchokayherewego)

Mickey unlocks the door with shaking hands, and Ian can see the frustration rolling off him in waves. Half of their day was spent fighting, the other half in stony, passive-aggressive silence. 

Ian spent the whole day deflecting blame, but he can’t cross the threshold of their apartment clinging to self-righteousness. He fucked up, he knows it. 

He doesn't want to bring that anger into their home tonight. He comes to stand quietly next to Mickey, who is kicking off his boots and shrugging off his vest.

He has to ask. Ian can't let the day end like this: with Mickey hurt and resentful, Ian defensive and sulking. So he toes his own shoes off quietly, trying his absolute damndest for nonchalance.

"Wanna make dinner together?"

Ian's ready for Mickey to tell him to fuck off. Or maybe for him to say nothing at all, stalking off to their bedroom and slamming the door behind him. He'd probably deserve it. What he's not ready for is Mickey thumbing at his lip and answering -

"Yeah, okay."

Ian blinks in surprise. "Wait, really?"

Mickey rolls his eyes.

"Yes, Ian, really. I'm fuckin' pissed at you but we still gotta eat, man."

We could order a pizza, his unhelpful brain supplies. We could eat bowls of cereal in silence in front of the television until one of us wordlessly heads off to bed and the other stubbornly falls asleep on the couch. I’ll sleep on the couch. 

He flushes with shame. He hurt Mickey today; he acted rash and self-servingly and without putting his partnership first. And he wonders when he’ll stop fucking doing that. It didn’t feel like that at the time. He just wanted to help.

Ian halts the train of thought. If Mickey wants to be near him, make and eat a meal with him after today, he’s not going to ruin it by catastrophizing. Mickey’s extending his good heart out to him, and Ian’s going to hold fast tonight. 

Mickey watches it all play out on Ian’s face. His whole body seems to soften with it, and he smiles a little sadly. 

“Just preheat the oven, Ian.”

They move stiffly about the kitchen at first. Ian chops the veggies, Mickey prepares the pasta. It’s familiar but stunted. A tenuous, fragile peace, and Ian wonders if it’s just a temporary ceasefire. 

They reach for the salt at the same time, Mickey’s fingers briefly closing over Ian’s before he pulls them away with a mumbled apology. Ian grabs after Mickey’s hand, trapping it between his own. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, bringing Mickey’s fingers to his lips and murmuring against them. “Mickey, I’m sorry. I didn’t think-”

“Yeah, you didn’t think, man. What happened to all that shit about making decisions together?”

“I know,” Ian says lowly, allowing Mickey to take his hand back and return to the pot of boiling water in front of him. There’s not much he can say. He was wrong. 

“I don’t fuckin’ care about the money,” Mickey says then, not taking his eyes from the noodles churning in the pot, “I would have been fine to help him out. But you didn’t tell me. You gotta tell me, Ian.”

He’s right. Ian tells him as much. 

“I just panicked,” he says. “I offered it to him before I realized what I was saying. Lip was so freaked out and I couldn’t take it.”

Mickey chuckles at that and Ian whips his head toward the sound. 

“You never could, man. Your bleeding heart is gonna bankrupt us one day.  Look, let’s just... let’s figure out how to make this work.”

They make their dinner together. It’s not the same as their usual dinners. There’s no music playing softly as they work tonight and Ian doesn’t even hum under his breath. They don’t pause to kiss over the cutting board; they don’t pass each other beers at the counter. 

But they work together. Ian sautées the vegetables, Mickey grates the cheese and toasts the bread. They make their meal in relative quiet, but it’s not so tense. Ian feels the tightness he’d carried in his chest all day loosen as Mickey sets the table with two places. 

They sit down together, and Ian is prepared to eat his dinner in this quiet. Mickey sets his own bowl down and holds his hand up - wait for me. He bounds quickly down the hall to their bedroom, returning just a moment later with their laptop. 

“Eat your fuckin’ noodles,” he directs as the computer boots up. Ian twirls some pasta on his fork and stabs at a piece of zucchini, looking on while Mickey pulls up the spreadsheet where they keep a haphazard attempt at budgeting.

“Alright then. Let’s work this out.”

[bokettochild]

Fic request! Legend and Ravio being best buds and being there for each other? Or like just them getting along. Platonic cuddling? I love them both.

Slight self projection on this one, but oh well!

I really like writing the dynamic for these two! But i would like to clarify that I write it as being strictly platonic.

Yes, Ravio does kiss Legend on occasion. But Ravio is a toucher, and that's just how he loves! For him, that's normal, that's something you do to those you love, not just in couples :)

Legend isn't great about physical touch, mostly because he's unaccustomed to it. He loves it, he just doesn't know how to ask for it or receive it most of the time.

And with that cleared up, on to the fic!!!

Mr. Hero was acting weird again.

His family had come back to visit again, and while many of them were wrapped in bandages and sporting some rather nasty wound, Mr. Hero seemed to be relatively well off from the fight. He wasn’t untouched, this was Mr. Hero after all, but he wasn’t as poorly as some of the others, which is why it was so odd for Ravio to find him curled up on the couch in their living room when he’d thought that everyone had gone to visit the local village.

They’d talked about it over breakfast. They’d arrived yesterday and hadn’t had time to restock in a while. The worse injuries were a broken arm on Mr. Smithy’s part, and that in no way hampered them from being able to do a run to the village, and it seemed many of Mr. Hero’s family saw visiting towns and villages as something of a treat.

They had been so eager over breakfast, talking over each other while Mr. Hero had rolled his eyes and pushed Tune- Wind back into his seat, scolding the champion for chewing with his mouth open and generally just correcting table manners and keeping people under control during the meal. Typical Mr. Hero, fussing over everything being right but pretending not to care, Ravio wouldn’t be surprised if the next time he sees them all they all eat like they’re in a castle, Mr. Hero’s just the kind of person to subtly train them all to behave lest they be faces with his flashing indigo gaze.

But he really would have thought, what with how everyone had chattered, that Mr. Hero would be with them all, leading them through the village and haggling with shopkeepers on the prices of potions and food. Yet here he sits, curled on their couch with that bulky quilt he likes so much thrown over his shoulders. Mr. Hero hasn’t bothered to fix his hair or tuck it under his cap, and it tumbles down his shoulders in a messy tangle as the Hylian stares unseeing at the far wall.

Ravio pauses in the entryway to the living room, his cup of cider still on one hand, and the book he’d been hoping to read in the other, heart torn over walking back into the kitchen and asking why Mr. Hero isn’t with his family. The slight shudder that runs across Mr. Hero's shoulders is all he needs as an answer and it’s without a second thought that the merchant strides across the room to settle on the couch beside his housemate, eyes bright and smile disarming as he looks over to Mr. Hero.

Dull violet meets his own green as Mr. Hero pauses and sighs, gaze shifting back down to the ground.

Oh. Oh, this is bad.

No snark, no dismissal, no ‘Ravio, I’m not in the mood’. Mr. Hero is at a stage where he is simply accepting things, and that’s never good!

“Why the long face?” He prods gently, settling himself on the couch as Mr. Hero moves slightly to accommodate him.

Okay, that’s even worse. Mr. Hero is being accommodating.

Oh Lolia, is he dying?

“Enervated.” Mr. Hero drawls, and Ravio is now officially freaking out. The big words have come out, the big words that he doesn’t know the definition of. His gaze trails back over to his book.

Most people don’t consider reading a thesaurus a past-time, and Ravio never would have considered it before moving in with Mr. Hero, but if he wants to understand the hero than he needs to know all the words that will crop up in his vocabulary anytime he is especially tired or bored.”

“E-enerv-”

“Tired.” Mr. Hero clarifies, shifting in place and drawing the blanket tighter around is shoulders.

Sharp green eyes watch his movements. It’s autumn and a slight chill has pervaded the air, but there really isn’t any need for the heavy blanket in this weather. Maybe a shawl or afghan of some sort, but the thickest and heaviest blanket in the entire house? That’s just plain overkill!

“Just tired?” He doesn’t even bother pretending to respect Mr. Hero’s space as he reaches out to rest his hand on his housemate’s forehead, gently shifting to touch the vet’s cheek. Rather than shake him off, Mr. Hero gently leans into the touch, eyes fluttering closed gently as a breath whistle from his lips. Ravio frowns as he pulls back.

Mr. Hero is warm, but not unhealthily so, and it can probably be blamed on the heavy quilt he’s got throw over his shoulders.

The merchant quirks a brow. “Are you cold?”

Mr. Hero’s face twitches oddly, eyes darting up to meet Ravio’s before drifting back down; blank and tired in a way they often are after a long day. But today has not been a long day, he reminds himself, and Mr. Hero must have been in here since finishing dishes with him this morning.

“Yes.” Mr. Hero murmurs softly, more at the folds of his blanket then at Ravio. “But not...outside?”

And that is... that is confusing.

“I don’t understand.” He half wishes for his hood and robe, but he’d only just finished cleaning and he hasn’t put them on again, so he plucks instead at the edge of his scarf, similar to what Mr. Captain Hero Sir does when he’s anxious.

Mr. Hero huffs a breath. “I wouldn’t expect you to. Glad you don’t.”

He doesn’t like the blankness of Mr. Hero's face or the heaviness of his words. “Can you explain it to me?”

If there’s one thing that brings light into his friend’s eyes, it’s teaching. Mr. Hero loves to share his knowledge, and Ravio has sat contentedly through a dozen lectures on bee-keeping and orchard work or weapons care and traveling precautions and any number of other things. All he ever needs is a cup of cider and a warm nook to bundle himself away while Mr. Hero talks. Goodness knows he chatters quite a bit himself; Mr. Hero deserves to have an audience on occasion too, and he always has such interesting things to say that Ravio never minds listening.

But Mr. Hero’s eyes don’t light up with that glint of passion and his fingers don’t tap with barely contained energy. Quite the opposite. He curls in closer around himself, eyes clouded as he breaths heavily. “It’s like there’s somethin’ ‘side you that’s cold an’ empty. Like you swallowed ice or somethin’ cold like an’ it won’t melt. You can be toasty warm on the outside and it ne’er goes away, it’s jist-” The pink-haired Hylian’s ears flick as his nose twitches with pent up irritation. “It’s like you’re empty and no matter how much you eat or sleep or keep busy, it ne’er goes away.”

Understanding dawns with a heavy heart and tears pricking in his eyes. “I think that's called loneliness, Mr. Hero.”

Mr. Hero’s eyes glisten as he turns away. “’m not lonely. There’s eight people on my tail on the day to day an’ I can’t lose ‘em even if I tried.”

The tight ball Mr. Hero is curled into could be defensive or self-comforting, and he can’t tell which, but Mr. Hero's grip on his blanket laden shoulders is too tight to be anything short of strained.

“Being with people doesn’t mean you aren’t lonely.” Ravio’s voice comes softer than he means it too.

Mr. Hero once complained that his own voice was trapped in the stage of squeaking and breaking, but Ravio’s could drop low ‘till it was nothing but a deep vibration. He’s teased Mr. Hero about it more than once, but he finds that it’s also effective at making the other boy calm. Mr. Hero loosens so now, eyes still blank as Ravio stares at them, hoping that they’ll turn to meet his gaze. “You can feel lonely in the middle of a full kingdom.”

He knows. He remembers hiding in his big room in the castle and wishing that it wasn’t so cold and empty and that someone would look at him and see something other than a cowardly advisor. He'd wanted someone to look at him and see a friend, or a brother or a loved one. He’d wanted to matter and be safe in the warmth that was a real home.

Mr. Hero gave him that. Mr. Hero’s house, with its big apple tree and buzzing bees, it’s pokey little kitchen and creaky staircase, the blasted rocker and the freaky masks on the wall, all of it makes this house a home that is so distinctly Mr. Hero's, yet somehow also his own.

He can see it in the knitting needles stashed in their basket by the couch. In the mugs that he’s left empty on bookshelves and table tops. He sees himself in the drawing of the curtains to let in sunlight, and the organization of the items on the shelves and the wall.

This is their home, something that is both of them, and it’s always felt warm and fulfilling to him.

He’d never realized that Mr. Hero might not feel the same...

It’s on impulse, and the fact that Mr. Hero doesn’t push him away speaks volumes, but Ravio scoots forwards and pulls the veteran hero over to rest against his chest, his arms wrapping tight around his friend as heavy breaths escape from them both.

“Is this better?” He whispers softly against the pink that curls beneath his chin and the fluttering breath of Mr. Hero.

There’s only a faint grunt from the hero in his arms, non-committal, but Mr. Hero isn’t complaining or pushing him away, so he doesn’t let him go either. Never mind that he’s almost pulled his friend on top of him, Mr. Hero needs a hug, and Lolia danggit! Ravio is going to give him the best one he’s capable of!

Mr. Hero’s breath evens out as he adjusts a few times, shifting but never pulling away, and Ravio takes that as a cue to make himself comfortable.

Short, pale fingers trail up to weave through curling pink locks that are still unbrushed from the night before. It’s silky under his touch, a testament to his friend’s alternate form, and he takes no small amount of pleasure in winding his fingers through it and gently tugging out the tangles. Mr. Hero only sighs under his ministrations.

“It’s okay to ask for hugs you know.” He teases softly, almost disappointed that he can’t see how his housemate blushes and stiffens, but Mr. Hero's ears give him away, red as they are, and a smile tugs across his face when he sees it. “I'm sure Mr. Chosen Hero would love to hug you, he seems like that kind of person. And Mr. Smithy always seems fond of that sort of thing. Why, even-”

“Shup.” Mr. Hero huffs, and Ravio grins as his eyes fall down to where his friend’s arms have wrapped around his waist, a messy head of pink lying against his chest and the full weight of hero and blanket pressing down on him.

He doesn’t respond, but he does go back to running his hands through Mr. Hero’s hair.

A tune comes to mind as he sits there, and he lets the melody drift through the room as he absently strokes Mr. Hero’s long pink hair, the book in his hands capturing his attention until soft squeaking snores begin to sound from the hero on his chest.

No one’s there to see the kiss he presses to the mess of petal pink, and when the others return from their trip, neither of the two bunnies is awake to say anything at all.

The heroes stop in the doorway, surprise and fondness taking over their faces at the sight of both of their hosts stretched out over the couch, Legend lying over the top of Ravio, one of the merchant’s hands still resting on Legend’s head while the other hangs down towards the floor, barely grasping the book he'd been reading (Wind makes a comment about reading a thesaurus being strange, but no one really questions it too much). Legend’s arms are still wrapped tight around Ravio’s waist, his cheek pressed against the merchant's chest as squeaking snores escape through parted lips.

They’ve never seen the veteran so peaceful, Time muses as he removed the book from Ravio’s hand and tucks the quilt tighter around the two, noting with surprise it’s weight. Neither hero nor merchant wake, although Ravio does shift in his sleep at the disturbance, but the two are out cold.

There’s the snap of a shutter and a faint coo as he looks up, single blue eye meeting Wild’s own, the champion smiling sheepishly from behind the slate, the image on the screen of him knelt beside the two boys, tucking them in on the couch. Time smiles at his cub. “I want a copy of that picture, you hear?”

“Yes sir.” The champion whispers in return.

[inessencedevided]

- ☁️ Gusu Lan ☁️ -

The Wens are prepared with torches to burn down wooden beams that have stood for centuries, they bring swords and as many foot soldiers as possible to fight the prestigious disciples of the Lan sect, to slay them where they stand, paint the pristine white walls as red as the bird on their banners.

But they are not prepared for the anger of a god.

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This is a story of a remote sect and a lonely deity, lost to the mountains until Lan An found his shrine again, cleaned it up, placed offerings and lit incense to welcome back the one who is now known as HanguangJun.

He loves his small humans, especially the children who tumble into his shrine, tiny and fragile like the wild white rabbits that visit his home. They bow clumsily but so very earnestly, offerings clutched in pudgy fists, slightly creased and yet worth so much more than blank, dead jewels and coffers full of gold he would never need.

One of the humans is a young, lonely woman. She looks tired each day she climbs up here, her robes as grey as the rocks surrounding his humble shrine. She lights incense and brings loquats she smuggled, rabbits spilling from her sleeves. Talks to him more than she prays, tells him how she stole away from the house they hold her prisoner in for an act of self defense, tells him how alone she is in these cold and remote mountains, speaks of how these visits are her only joy.

Day after day she struggles more and more to come up here, looks haggard, falls in on herself. Her eyes are still bright and alert but she seems lonelier than ever until one day her visits cease completely.

(They say it rained for a week after Madam Lan died, a cold and unforgiving wind howling through the mountains, that even the old trees sounded as if they were crying out with one voice. When ZewuJun, by that time still Lan Xichen, wants to clean his mother’s home, he finds an empty plot of land, a gurgling river and a small cluster of gentians. He remembers her telling him of the shrine on her deathbed, of the shrine and a lonely god who was almost like a son to her.)

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The summer comes warm and with the sound of cicada song, a cooling breeze dancing around the feet of the visiting disciples that look in awe at the grand entrance carved from white stone. The sacred rabbits mill about and the atmosphere has something ethereal, something otherworldly. Even the rowdiest young people feel that someone resides here and watches over their every step.

Still, some of them find time to wander about, relax and swim in the streams that are rumoured to belong to the deity guarding this prestigious sect. One of them is Wei Wuxian, disciple of Baoshan Sanren, martial nephew to Xiao Xinchgen and Song Lan, a bright and curious youth, smart and wild like the streams rushing through the mountains of Gusu. He makes fast friends with the Jiang siblings and Nie Huaisang, who is also the one who tells him of the Keeper of the Mountains.

He treks up the mountain like so many before him, wind and sunlight dancing through his hair in a thousand ways of welcoming him, playing with his red ribbon almost like a bird tugging at it to bring it to its nest. He walks the path that has been smoothed down by footfall and age, anticipation blooming in his chest.

When he stumbles upon a remote house in the mountains and finds a man in there practising calligraphy with a steady and beautiful hand, he asks him (slightly breathlessly and shining like the sunlight that caresses his hair like a lover would) if he knows of the Keeper of the Mountains, of HanguangJun. The man lifts his head, his features elegant and placid like the finest white jade, hair like an ink spill and eyes the colour of dark, warm earth caught in a sunbeam and says in a voice that reminds him of sprawling riverbeds and the endlessness of the horizon beyond the mountains “Yes. I do.”

He offers spices to the shrine the man showed him when he walks down the mountain, tells the sky-blue tassels and the calmly chewing rabbits that he sadly does not have much to offer but that maybe this will be a joy to the deity in an otherwise bland cuisine. When he visits the man in his remote little house again, he serves food that swims with red and smells of spices that remind Wei Wuxian of home. He plays guqin and makes tea, pets the rabbits that wander up here and is a calming presence in the turmoil of burgeoning youth and a looming war.

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War comes faster than most sects have time to recruit anyone. It carries a banner with a screeching bird the colour of the blood that will soon spill.

Some flee, some fight. And some? Some pray.

ZewuJun carries himself to the shrine, his sword already bloodied, panting and shaking, his hands and robes dirtied with red, so much red. He falls onto his knees, begs for his sect, for his mother who was once a beloved worshipper, for the children who should never be part of this bloodshed. For himself and for his uncle.

As he walks down the mountain, his sword sings in tandem with that of a god, glowing, radiant in his anger. Wens fall to his Bichen like autumn leaves, fires wink out in a wave of his hand. He steps in front of the building the little disciples and those unable to fight are hiding in, rabbits clustered around his feet, sword raised and a snarl on his ethereal face. Now Lan Xichen knows why a calm god like him is called HanguangJun, the Keeper of the Mountains. “Not a step further,” he says and his voice sounds like thunder. ZewuJun never had a brother, he is an only child but his mother told him of the lonely god she saw as a son of hers as much as himself and so he falls in step with the god, raising his own sword.

The Wens flee as if demons are hunting them.

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In Yunmeng, the Jiangs are in a similar situation, cornered like a fox by wild dogs, fighting until their fingers bleed, teeth and swords bared, attempting the impossible. Jiang Yanli, too weak to lift a sword but very versed with a cooking ladle is doing the best she can but her parents, her brother and her home are in danger. She is not ready to die yet, so she kneels down right here in the kitchen that is as good as hers, spreads out spices and prays to the god Wei Wuxian told her of. Her voice is shaking and she is holding the sharpest, longest knife she has (the one she uses to cut the ribs) in an iron grip.

She feels the cold encroaching, maybe because she grew up as child of the swamps, child of the summer heat in which robes stuck to your back regardless of how fine the silk is, sees the fog rolling in before anyone else does. Hears the reverberating twang of a guqin echoing over the lake, sees the lotuses bobbing up and down in a sharp wind smelling of mountain flowers. Sees the ice climbing up the wooden pillars that have supported Lotus Pier for years. Feels, more than sees him land on the pier, his anger radiating out, sword as unbending as the mountains he hails from still dripping with blood, a guqin in his hands made from a material that is as white as bleached bone.

He is terrifying but she is not scared. She is not afraid of the god who came when she called, a disciple mostly unknown to him but from the stories of the lovely young disciple she sees as a brother.

She falls in stride with him, holding her kitchen knife, her teeth bared and her footfall sure next to the god and his glowing white robes. Watches him fall in tandem with her little brother, with her mother, dance a deadly waltz with Wen Zhuliu, incandescent with rage. Her mother gets him, gets his hand that ended so many cultivators and the god that came to save them ends the life of Wen Chao, spears his heart with his gleaming sword.

He nods at her and she feels warmth wash over her, a benediction, an approval of her bravery. She lets the knife fall to the ground and sobs into his white robes, shaking and thanking him over and over. “No need,” he says and his voice really is a mountain river, calm and powerful. “You are steel wrapped in silk. A heart full of warmth. Fire too. You are one of mine too. I will protect you. Coming generations as well.”

He stays for a few days. He stays even though his sect must surely ask where their god has suddenly gone. Indulges Yanli in the kitchen and Wanyin on the training field, cleans up and heald. He is very homely for a being of such acclaim, quiet but curious, kind in a way that displays a hidden strength.

At the end of the week, Baoshan Sanren’s disciples come from their mountain and Yanli watches the god light up in a careful but very powerful way, like the sunrise over the mountains as the wild disciple with the red ribbon dancing in his hair runs up to hug him, sees the tall man cup his cheeks with a gentleness and devotion that borders on worship, sunlight and the god’s own glow illuminating them as they lean their foreheads against each others on her family’s pier, smiling without noticing anything or anyone else.

Wei Wuxian receives something most people work a thousand lifetimes for, most people will never gain, one mortal lost his life for: the approval and most importantly the regard of his hermit, the love of the Keeper of the Mountains. The heart of a god.

- 🍄 anon

🍄 anon wrote this for the @mdzsnet 'two years with cql' event ☁️💙☁️

[jerek]

alright. bonus lore time. i literally never thought anyone was cringe if i ever had a problem w u it was ALWAYS about wrathion.

since fall 2021 ive developed a new talent which is my cortisol randomly spiking and making my stomach too acidic which can and has made me vomit 10 times in a day and put me in ER-level pain and i think it has something to do with the lil polycule of rpers i was with back then.

roster was, iirc (at the time)

26 y/o male / nb

38 y/o female

mid 20s male

mid 20s nb

early 20s female

19 y/o me

18 year old nb

26 year old was the one who made the discord, roleplayed anduin, the rest of us were literally self shippers with ocs. (except me i played sylvanas)

was a SHIT ton of wranduin in there!!! i'm not evil though so i put up with it. i asked once can they please stop putting wrathion porn in there, they were like "thats cool bro i respect your triggers" and put it in a different channel still accessible for the girlies who love to trigger themselves.

so like. heres where the mysterious food poisoning came in. when i say 'dissociative' i may not mean DID as diagnosed by a trained professional after 15-20 tests but like. i couldnt even express to a therapist how shit i felt bc i was not consistently the same type of person between appointments. if you make me come in every week, next week i will not remember why i felt the way i felt last week. i'll vaguely remember what i said, but she's not me anymore lol.

and sometimes it's THAT, the true saint norman experience, sometimes it's possession (thinking other people's thoughts) and sometimes it's dreaming but girl SOMETIMES it manifests as like.

Imagine going up to norman bates and telling him he cares too much about his sick, declining, codependent mom.

Me but when you smack Wrathion I feel it. He's a metaphor for me. I think in his voice. I damn near pray to him ig, being a mormon I can tell you he is the only reason ive ever felt 'the spirit.'

Cringe? Yes!!!!! Out of my control? Yeah 😭

There is no center to my being. i dont identify as anything. i'm not the name my parents gave me, but i am the characters i use to puppet out whatever emotions. Internet sexting for so long has eaten away at my boundaries so much there is no longer any reason for her (who i was born as) to exist or for me to relate to her.

Rping in that group gave me so much dopamine I couldn't sleep, consistently had the feeling that my stomach muscles were splitting down the center, migraines. Literal food poisoning symptoms. It was really fun still!!!!!

And then when the wrathion shit happened like. Whispers of nzoth in the back of my brain started tickling my self defense instincts for no reason. No reason bc I had put up with literally everything including the wrathion shit, the only difference was I personally didn't enjoy wrathion porn.

I knew I was irrational. Not liking a certain type of porn is one thing, I was fighting off the old gods trying not to start some shit.

Prob shoulda communicated! Communicating last time gave me a trigger myself button though. Literally the [triggered] meme.

Eventually you get the feeling that shit is going down the drain whether you like it or not. The rp's stopped, everyone's switched to FF and your laptop can't run it. It's all just kinks, someone posting once or twice a day with "imagine li-li stormstout [redacted]" getting reacted with 😏 emojis.

So I posted screenshots bc I knew the other half of the world, the one with everyone else in it, would feel as alienated as I did. I'm back in 2015 as a 13 y/o dominatrix prude and I want the feeling of 'we know what's wrong' I got from the ER. Literally went to sleep 5 minutes later because I knew I'd be guillotined.

I wake up and I have no idea why I did that. It's been years since I tore off the chunk of me that will do literally anything to be included, those two halves don't communicate anymore.

But shit's fucked now!!

It was always about wrathion. Literally always about my shitass fixation on blizzard's favorite 7 year old to unbutton the shirt on. Girl why

[imaginationmess]

TAKE MY HAND (ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE) [BAKUGOU KATSUKI X READER]; TWO

Bakugou Katsuki X Reader

AGED UP AU!

Summary: When you take on the burden to keep the ones living safe, which causes you to become a traitor, but you had to pick a decision, and it cost their trust in you. You reverted to your old violent self. Months later, you find yourself face to face with your old friends. They want you to help them because they know you can handle yourself in this current state of the world. They are still ignorant of the state the world is. They have no idea how more dangerous it has become.

“We are still fucking fighting and won’t stop fighting. If you fucking give up, we lose!”

BEFORE READING! PLEASE READ DISCLAIMER!

Previously Chapter ONE; Masterlist

Chapter TWO

Word Count: 1,600+

Spoiler Alert for Anime watchers: There will be mention of Midoirya’s new quirks that haven’t been introduced in the anime.

Once the four of them have taken a shower and had time to discuss with each other weighing the pros and cons of trusting you. You did have a good record of keeping up with your promises before the incident where you betrayed all of their trust. It’s a tie between trusting you or not trusting you over a deal.

They are gonna reconsider the vote about it, later at night. They are all curious how you became a Mafia boss from just an original teenager who wanted to become a hero. To only become a cold killer and making a name for yourself years later.

They only have heard stories and rumors of the alias you go by.

Glitch.

A masked individual who is widely known for their cold,calculated mind and a heartless killer who didn’t care who gets caught in the crossfire. A leader who rapidly climbing up the ladder in the mafia world during the time of the apocalypse. A leader who became to hold more territory and killing off of other leaders to take their territory and expand their army.

A name alone made your enemies tremble in their boots.

They are hoping to get better judgment, seeing how things are run here.

The young boy that goes by the alias Speedy gave them a quick tour, but didn’t show the whole building due to being confidential from outsiders. He is just following orders. He was taking them to the cafeteria to grab something to eat to only notice where the children were eating all together were pointing at them. Most of them have eyes of admiration and pure awe looking at them.

“They are fans of you guys. They have seen the old video recording of previous sports festivals. We had to keep them somewhat entertained. Glitch got her hands on those old videos.” Speedy explains to continue to eat his soup.

The boys nod, understanding why the kids are so excited to see them in the flesh. It was weird, but somewhat comforting that the younger generation isn’t taught to hate heroes.

“I would keep those degrading comments of Miss Glitch to yourselves because the people who live here aren’t fans of heroes, much less of outsides. I heard you guys arguing earlier outside the room. You weren’t very quiet.” He looks at Bakugou in a way saying you are the loud one, before adding, “Everyone here would not agree on whatever image you decide to picture her.”

“Why wouldn’t they agree? Isn’t she a killer though?” Todoroki is just addressing the tension in the air. Midoriya and Kirishima choked on their food before coughing. They forgot Todoroki still struggles to read the social situations.

“Yes, she has killed many, but it is done to keep everyone safe. At the state of the world, it isn’t run by heroes who never got their hands dirty. It is run by killers because prison doesn’t exist. Who is gonna be the one to put those low lives underneath the ground? You guys never faced the true danger of the current state of the world. You are always protected just because you attend a prestigious school before the apocalypse hit.” Speedy spits out before taking a deep breath and just continues eating his food. His left hand was

“I apologized for his comment. We just have a history of them. It didn’t end on a good note. I know yo-.”

Speedy interrupts Midoriya by slams his spoon on the table before taking a deep breath to recollect himself.

“You don’t know any of our experiences. It was hell before Miss Glitch came to save us and took us in with no judgment. She taught us how to freaking survive by teaching us numerous tools such as self-defense and weapon handling. She never expected anything in return, unlike other mafia groups.”

The sound of a clap pauses the tension being created by five of them. The ex heroes in training look up to see meet the emotionless man covered with tattoos and scars. The same man who was within the room left to the minor from earlier. He placed a hand on top of Speedy head to ruffle his hair.

“Go ahead, eat with your sibling. Take a breather. I will take over making sure these little shits behave.” He removes his hand from his head before taking a seat beside the teenager.

“But-” Speedy was hesitant on leaving his position.

“It’s an order. Spend time with your sibling. Enjoy the night off.” The older man takes out a red apple from his pocket. Speedy stares at the four outside and gives a quick nod before taking his leave.

Bakugou Katsuki was staring at the man with suspicion as if he saw him before this mission. He wasn’t the only one who was thought so. Midoriya recalls those same tattoos, but it must have been a long time ago. He couldn’t easily recall. They were eating quietly until they finished.

“Let’s start ny introducing myself. I am Daichi. I am usually the one who runs this base when Miss Glitch isn’t present. It must have been your lucky day because you would have been tortured to death for trespassing.” The hairs behind their neck rise and getting goosebumps.

They sense malicious by the way he is sounding. Midoriya’s danger senses were activating and going crazy causing him to want to step away from him. It takes him back to when All For One and Stain’s presence.

Daichi’s yellow eyes stare at every one of them as he takes out a pocket knife directs it at Midoriya who was sitting in front of him. “The only reason you four are alive and even getting treated with special treatment is because of Miss Glitch. Step out of line, I wouldn’t hesitate to beat the shit of you wannabe heroes. That’s the only thing. I am allowed to do.” He swiftly put his pocket knife after cutting his apple into six pieces which fall on the napkin. He claps his hands together cutting through the tension for him to drop the act to replace it with a fake smile.

“Anyways comes to my question. What did you talk about with the young boy making them lose their composure?”

He was oblivious enjoying tormenting these wannabe heroes.

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Meanwhile, inside the hero’s refuge base where there is a tall metal barrier that runs underneath 20 feet underground.

There was a young man with black hair with his signature scarf, looking at a map looking where to travel to get more food and other resources. They are running out of places to investigate. The last 2 locations were a complete bust. It has been cleaned out completely. He is one of the leaders of the camp where they have stayed safe since the beginning of the apocalypse.

There was a knock on the wall, before someone coming in through the curtains. They pull a chair across from him, before taking a seat. They are twirling it around for them to rest their arms on the top of the chair.

“Aizawa, I can’t believe you took my suggestion seriously.” The young male with the purple bed hair as if he just rolled out of bed, comments. He has a small scar above his eyebrow. He has a few scars on his arms that have grown muscular.

“It was insane, but not outside of the possibilities.” Aizawa laid back in his chair and stares at his former student who is now somewhat a version copy of himself when it comes to fighting styles.

“Do you tell the trio? Whom they are gonna be meeting?” The purple-haired questions, not seeing they would be willing to see a former classmate that so-called became a traitor in their eyes.

“No. They wouldn’t be willing to do it despite us being a tight spot right now when it comes to resources.” Aizawa answers, before ruffling his hair and keeping his eyes closed. He is stressed out and not having a lot of options. They are running low on adults that were pro heroes. They have lost many throughout the apocalypse. Many of them abandon their original mission to save themselves.

The apocalypse revealed the true heroes who aren’t for the money. They are a good amount of pro heroes who got captured by mafia groups to have power. Some of them show over time randomly at their doorstep after being spared by the mask individual Glitch. That’s the only information they are allowed to share about their interaction with Glitch.

Aizawa and the other leaders of the camp believe the individual took them close enough for them to walk to their camp. Aizawa suspects it is one of his former students whom he didn’t have any contract  ever since the infamous incident. Majorly of his students calls them to be traitors.

“I still don’t get why we never told the truth about what actually happened that day.” The purple-haired male looks to the side to see Eri outside away from any harm playing with Kota.

“Hitoshi, It was a quick agreement exchange of keeping our mouths close and follow whatever story they want to make up. She swore to keep her word on securing your guys safe within her presence.” Aizawa applies pressure on his forehead to relieve the headache.

Aizawa remembering back to the U.A dorms where you are smiling and being a normal teenager. The image of that student whom he watched over for months became dark. She was no longer a child, but an emotionless shell of what she should be.

The lifeless eyes staring back at him, covered in bruises and blood that wasn’t her own. She was carrying unconscious Eri. You were bathed by your enemy’s blood. The remaining light of innocence in your eyes had vanished from existence. It only reveals just cold, calculated eyes that were staring at his soul.

“Aizawa.”

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