#i guess? for rei's scars only

[grimstrawberry]

bunch of female villains but it's mostly Nagant (and also some Rei) < Kaina and Rei could bond over being locked up and isolated for years but y'all ain't ready for that conversation

[snaziestbean]

woe, redraw be upon ye

the og fucked up little guys

old version under the cut

[muttsona]

[wlntrsldler]

how to disappear | luke castellan

warnings: betrayal, fluff, mean!luke for like five lines, extremely long, not canon, drug use and language, probably got some things wrong but it's for the plot; i sobbed writing this. (this might be my favorite piece i've ever written)

part 2: shades of cool

pairing: aphrodite!reader x luke

description: based on how to disappear by lana del rey

i. all of the guys tell me lies, but you don't. just crack another beer and pretend that you're still here.

"hey, angel," a voice startled you out of your thoughts. your feet were dangling over the pier as you stared out into the lake. you twisted your head to see luke approaching. a soft smile was on his face. "been looking for you everywhere."

"needed a breather," you said, scooting over so he could join you. "sometimes i forget how overwhelming being back here is."

he rolled his cargo pants up to his knees, letting the cool water touch his bare skin. "i get it. sometimes i wish i could take a break."

"you can, you know," you nudged his shoulder, "you're old enough to leave camp during the year. nobody would fault you for wanting to go away for a while."

he dug into his front pocket, pulling out a messily rolled joint and the pink lighter you gave him last summer. the heart you drew on the plastic with sharpie was starting to fade. he placed the joint between your eager lips and lit the end. he tried to ignore the sparks that shot up his arm when your fingertips brushed against his.

luke shrugged, "i know, but then who would take care of the kids? mr. d isn't really the model citizen."

you quirked an eyebrow, passing him the joint, "and you are?"

"better than mr. d," he let out a chuckle before taking a drag. luke closed his eyes as the smoke escaped his lips. he could taste your lipgloss. "maybe when you get your own place, i'll take some time off and visit you."

"i'm off to college soon," you said. "going to california. i got a scholarship."

"of course you did," he grinned. the weed didn't take effect yet. usually, when you smoked with luke, his brown eyes are hazed over by the effects, but while he was speaking, his eyes twinkled in pride. "didn't doubt it for a second."

"you'd leave camp and visit california for me?"

luke had a knowing smile on his face now, as if you were ridiculous for even asking that question. "'course. only problem would be that i'm broke as shit right now. being camp counselor doesn't really pay the big bucks, y'know."

you hummed. it was weird really, how camp was just a fraction of your life. your dad made sure that you could have a semi-normal life, or at least as normal as a half-blood's life could be, but not all demi-gods had the luxury, luke included. his dad made sure of it.

at first, luke despised you for it. why was it fair that you were your mom's favorite child while his dad barely cared enough to make sure he survived his failed quest? if aphrodite was his godly parent, he was sure that he wouldn't have this ugly scar on his face to remind him that he was nothing but a failure. she would stitch him up and make sure that he was okay.

this is not to say that luke liked any of the gods; he just preferred aphrodite above all of them. she gave you to the world, after all.

"what else is new?" he prodded, passing you the joint again after his third drag. "anything else exciting happen in your life since last summer?"

"nothing much," you coughed slightly. you didn't smoke unless you were at camp with luke. "just the usual senior year things, i guess. graduation, prom, you know."

"no, i don't know, actually," he laughed, "well, i know the idea of it. did you decorate your graduation cap? did your senior year live up to your expectations? did you have a date to prom?"

"yes, yes, and no." you pretended not to notice how luke's shoulders relaxed at your answer. "i did decorate my grad cap. my dad has it framed with my diploma. the design was my college's logo. i didn't have a date to prom because i didn't really like anyone at school. i would rather take a date i actually enjoyed the company of."

"that's fair," luke said. he took another hit from the joint. you watched the smoke evaporate into the air, the smell of weed surely sticking to your clothes. "tell me about your senior year."

"it was fun," you said, longing on your face. "it's weird to think that i'm kind of on my own now. after camp, i'll be shipped off across the country to take classes for some bullshit degree that i probably won't need because i won't make it long enough to see the workforce."

luke chuckled at that. it was morbid, sure, but he would be lying if he said that that reality wouldn't be a possibility. he didn't like to think about it much, the idea of you dying, but the life of a demi-god was unpredictable. he's surprised he even made it to eighteen.

you continued, "but i got to be a kid and i'm thankful for that. i just can't stop thinking about how this is my last summer here. i'm eighteen now. i've aged out."

"you can come back, you know," luke said. these summers with you were the only thing he looked forward to each year ever since you first arrived. "i'm still here."

"that's because if you step a toe out of this camp, they'll find you," you said, although you knew luke knew this already. he was powerful. he would attract monsters left and right and he'd be putting himself in jeopardy if he left. your suggestions for him to visit you were more wishful thinking than anything. in those moments, you let yourself pretend that you and luke were normal, that nobody would be trying to kill you if you tried to watch a movie at a theater or something.

"fair," he offered you the last hit, but you shook your head. you already felt your head spinning. "beth wants to go to college, too."

"does she?"

"yeah," he put out the joint on the wooden pier. neither of you spoke as the flame was extinguished with a sizzling sound. "told her to talk to you. you know more about it than i do."

"i'd love to talk to her. i think she'd do great in college."

"she would," he smiled, sadly. his eyebrows furrowed in thought. his mouth opened and closed a few times, like he was trying to find the right way to frame his words. you sat in silence patiently. he gulped, "i feel like everyone is moving on without me."

luke propped his elbows on his knees. he looked across the lake, watching the sunset turn into a pink horizon. he couldn't look at you while he spoke. "don't get me wrong, i'm so proud of you for leaving this place. and i'll be proud of annabeth when her time comes, but i think i just hate the fact that at the end of it all, i'll be alone. everyone in my life has a life outside of this, but i don't. this is it for me. i don't know what it is about this place, about this life, that keeps me stuck here, but i am."

you weren't stupid enough to correct him. you both knew the gods had a plan for luke. it was something bigger than the both of you, though neither of you truly knew what it was; but it was always this looming dark cloud above him, a second shoe waiting to drop. luke tried to ignore the feeling most days, but sometimes, he couldn't help but feel himself get pulled into the darkness; like in these moments, when reality hits him a little harder. you probably won't be back after this summer.

"well," you placed a hand over his own. he flipped his hand over to hold yours properly. he still wasn't looking at you. "let's just make the most out of this summer, yeah? think about everything else when we get there."

he squeezed your hand, "yeah."

ii. met me down at the training yard, cuts on his face cause he fought too hard.

"castellan."

luke winced, not because of the pain of the open cuts on his face, but because of the tone of your voice. that voice meant that he was in trouble.

he mustered up the courage to smile weakly at you, trying to ignore the droplets of blood that spilled from his open wound. "hey, angel."

"don't angel me," you hissed, marching to him. you grabbed his face gently, inspecting the damage. "what were you thinking?"

"i was thinking the kid was a bitch."

"castellan."

he cringed, "sorry."

"what happened?"

"i haven't been getting much sleep," luke whispered, "nightmares are back."

you sighed, picking up a cotton ball soaked in alcohol. the apollo kid who was tending to luke earlier was smart enough to leave the room when you walked in. you muttered half-hearted apologies as he hissed in pain. "i'm sorry to hear that, but that's not the answer i was looking for."

"he was just talking shit," luke said through gritted teeth. whatever the ares kid was saying must've been really bad because you could feel luke's anger rising again. you rubbed his back slowly until he calmed down. "don't wanna talk about it."

"okay," you resigned, finally wiping away the final remnants of blood off his face. you stared at him; even with an open lip, red bruises, and flecks of blood on his face, luke was still beautiful. he plopped his forehead against your stomach, wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer.

this was common with luke. he acted all big and bad around all the other campers, but in your presence, he turned into this; always looking for comfort, always touching you somehow, like he was finally allowed to breathe. you cradled the back of his neck as he let out shallow breaths, leaving feather-light kisses on his crown when you thought he wouldn't notice them. he always felt them, but he never let you know that he did. he was afraid you'd stop doing it if you found out.

"how bad are they?"

"bad," he sighed, eyes closing. he tugged on you to bring you even closer, though you didn't know how that was possible at this point. "haven't slept in days."

"why didn't you come find me?"

"your sisters don't like it when i interrupt their beauty sleep."

"why didn't you tell me sooner? i could've stayed in the hermes cabin."

"it's gross in there," he laughed. "you deserve to sleep on your soft bed in a cabin that smells like fucking roses, not on my cardboard thin cot in a room that smells like sweaty socks."

you lifted his head up to look at you, "yeah, it's pretty bad in there."

luke snorted, finally letting you go, but a hand stayed connected to your hip. he played with the loose thread on the hem of your shirt. "i still won, by the way."

you cocked your head, "huh?"

"the fight," luke's cocky smirk was back on his face. "you should see the other kid. if i'd been well-rested, he wouldn't have been able to land a blow."

you smacked his shoulder, laughing as you fell onto the bed beside him, "shut up, castellan."

"there it is," he mumbled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. he was so close to you.

"what?"

"castellan," he mimicked your voice, but there was no mockery there. he said it like he treasured it, like he was trying to memorize the way you spoke. "you're not mad at me anymore."

it was hard to stay mad at luke. the longest you'd gotten mad at him was when he didn't choose you for his quest. he stood outside the aphrodite cabin the entire day before he was set to leave, begging for you to let him explain. you were too stubborn, too hard-headed, to listen to him. when you were sure that he was gone, you finally left the aphrodite cabin to find a letter from him tucked away under the welcome mat.

you kept the letter, but you never opened it. it wasn't until he returned from his quest, on the brink of death, that you opened it. you were sitting beside his bed, eyebags darker than ever that even your mother couldn't salvage you. your eyes were stained red from crying so much.

in his letter, he explained how he didn't want to put you in danger, how he would never forgive himself if something bad happened to you because of him. your insecurities just got the better of you. you always feared that people saw you as shallow, like you didn't actually have the skills to fend for yourself. many people had misconceptions about the aphrodite kids, but not luke. luke knew that you were incredible. you just didn't resort to violence as quickly as he did.

you felt stupid then, even now, you regret how you treated him before his quest. you hated yourself for how you acted. he never gave you a reason to doubt him, to not trust him; you should've known that he had his reasons. you hated yourself for even questioning him for a second.

luke pulled you into his chest, allowing you to cuddle into his neck. the beads of his camp necklace rested beside your temple. you reached over to play with them, letting the beads thump against his collarbone when you let go. you felt luke twirling strands of your hair around his finger, gently undoing the knots that formed at the ends of your hair because of his antics. you lay there in silence, just enjoying the presence of one another. you felt luke's breathing even out, a sign that he was drifting off.

luke's words from the pier bounced in your head then. did he think that you'd forget about him after you left camp? as if you'd forget about this, about him. a life without luke castellan became unimaginable when you met him when you were fifteen. there was no version of your life that didn't have luke in it.

it was foolish to think that way, you knew that. it was stupid to let someone have a hold on you like this, demi-god or not. even your friends from home warned you about being so attached to luke, though in the version of events you told them, the stakes were much lower. to them, he was just a boy you see at summer camp a few months out of the year; he was just another hometown boy that they urged you to forget when you moved away to college so you could live your life unrestricted.

but luke wasn't just that to you and you knew you weren't just that to him either. there was something between the two of you that was hard to explain, but didn't need an explanation at the same time. even your mom noticed it. she let you know once to tell luke to stop praying to her to give you a sign whenever he missed you.

"i can't keep making flowers bloom whenever he misses you," she wrote, "it wouldn't make much sense for flowers to bloom in the winter, my child, or for flowers to bloom every second of the day."

sometimes, though, on particularly hard days when you'd miss luke, your mom made exceptions. you'd find bunches of hibiscus growing within the cracks of the sidewalk of new york city on your way home from school.

you knew luke was thinking about you then. just the thought of it made your day better.

iii. i know he's in over his head, but i love that man, like nobody can. he moves mountains and pounds them to ground again.

luke didn't know what you'd say if you found out. well, he did know, but he deluded himself into thinking that you'd listen to his reasons, that you'd actually understand why he did what he had to do. maybe you'd even join him.

percy had left camp with annabeth and grover for his quest yesterday. the air at camp felt different since percy was revealed to be a forbidden child. luke, as much as he tried to keep his resentment for the gods at bay because percy was hard to dislike, the poor kid just wanted to save his mom, felt his blood boil when poseidon claimed percy.

he hated the gods, this wasn't new, but luke struggled to understand how he was supposed to feel. he saw so much of himself in percy. he thought of his mother; her hugs that he hadn't felt since he was nine, the taste of her burnt cookies that he hated at the time, but now he just wished he could taste the burnt crisps on his tongue one last time. he even missed her frantic mumbling in the middle of the night.

luke saw a version of himself in percy, the version that had a chance at happiness. luke hated it.

it was too late, anyway. the plan was already in motion. his allegiance to kronos was set. kronos visited him in his dreams often. luke stopped calling them nightmares because nightmares are only nightmares if they happen once in a while. what made them bad dreams was when they were compared to good ones. he didn't have those anymore.

luke hadn't slept much since he stole the bolt. it was easier to think about you, about the happy times, when he was awake. he smoked more now. it helped sometimes. he would pretend your lipgloss was still on the tip of the joint and that you were beside him on the pier, trying to get away from all the noise of camp.

as he walked toward the hermes cabin, smiling cordially at the younger campers who beamed at him, he saw the corner of a pink bag against his bed. his face dropped. luke stopped in his tracks, clutching the beads of his necklace.

you weren't facing the door. your back was turned while you folded the sheets on his bed. he saw you spray perfume on his blankets. he could almost smell the sweet fragrance from where he stood. it took all his might not to run to you and hold you in his arms. it's been months since he last saw you, since last summer. luke's hands fell to his sides before he twisted his body to turn the other way.

he went to the one place that gave him comfort. with his cargo pants rolled up to his knees, he watched the sun fade into the dark sky. there was no pretty sunset tonight. luke didn't think too much of omens, but he figured that was a bad sign. and when your soft footsteps thumped against the boards of the pier, he was certain that it was.

"you damn near running away from me when you saw me was not the reaction i was hoping for."

luke closed his eyes and took a deep breath. out of habit, he moved a bit to let you take your usual spot beside him. when he opened his eyes, he was met with the face he'd thought about for months. a kind smile adorned your lips. you looked different. your skin was a deeper shade, no doubt due to the california sun; your lips were pink and torn apart, like you'd been chewing on them; but your smile was the same.

"what are you doing here?"

"sorry i was late," you said, sheepishly. you played with the small braid in your hair, "i had to move out of my dorm so i had to take a later flight."

"i thought you weren't coming back," luke replied.

"heard there's a war coming," your voice sounded small. luke knew why. he'd listened to you talk about the dreams you had for yourself for hours over the past summers. the idea of an impending war meant that those dreams would take the backseat and you'd have to fight before any of them could come true. "is it true?"

"percy, a forbidden kid, poseidon's, is trying to make sure it doesn't happen."

"do you trust him?"

luke felt his heart crumble in his chest. how cruel is he to keep you in the dark like this? when the only thing you needed to feel okay was to hear that he trusted the kid meant to stop the war?

luke's voice was hoarse, "yeah, i do. beth does too."

"okay," you placed a hand on his thigh. luke stiffened at your touch. you pulled away, embarrassed. "sorry."

"don't apologize," he placed his hand next to yours. he could feel the warmth of your skin. "i've just been on edge."

"it's just me, luke."

he didn't know how to tell you that that's exactly why he was on edge. it was you. the girl he'd been in love with since he was fifteen. the girl he told everything to. the girl who knew him so well that if you were to touch him for longer than a second, you'd know everything.

this summer, for the first time since he met you, he was glad you didn't show up to camp. he knew that the minute you were in front of him, he'd tell you everything and there was a chance you'd want nothing to do with him after it. that was something luke couldn't handle. but now you're here, looking at him like this like his actions just hurt you.

"'m sorry, angel."

"you're acting different, luke."

"'m sorry."

"i don't need an apology," you said. "i want to know why."

luke rubbed his face with his hands, "i don't know, okay?"

"you're lying to me," you were frowning now. luke was angry. he wasn't angry at you, he was angry at the whole situation, but it didn't matter. he was taking it out on you.

"gods, angel, can you just-- not right now," he groaned. you got a good look at him. his eyes were tired, shoulders slumped like he'd been carrying a weight on his shoulders with no reprieve. "i don't really feel like talking."

"you don't have to be mean about it."

he didn't feel like himself anymore. he would never talk to you like this, but there was something in him that made him snap. luke scoffed, "i'm not being mean, you're just being so pushy right now."

you blinked, pulling your hand away from his. shivers ran down your spine, "luke, what the fuck?"

"what?" he stood up. you followed suit. under the moonlight, you saw how dull his brown eyes were. they no longer carried the same glow when he looked at you. luke's eyebrows were furrowed, eyes narrowed, "i just can't handle this right now, okay? can you just drop it?"

"i'm just trying to talk to you!" you raised your voice, disbelief on your features. you walked towards him. holding his face in your hands. he was crying. you wiped away his tears. "i just missed you, okay? i just wanna talk to you because i haven't gotten to in months and i'm miserable."

he let out a shaky breath, your touch grounding him. he felt himself coming back to him. he nuzzled his cheek in your palm, kissing the flesh there as he mumbled apologies into the night.

"i missed you so much," a sob escaped your lips. luke didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around you, continuing his train of apologies into your ear. you continued, "i-i thought that you'd be happy to see me because i've been counting down the days until i saw you again and i just thought that even though the world was falling apart, we'd be the same. it's always been us, you know?"

"i know."

"and then you avoid me and run away from me and i just needed to see you, luke. i needed to talk to you."

"i missed you, too," he confessed. "so much, you have no idea."

"you have a funny way of showing it," you joked through your tears.

luke laughed. it shocked him. it was like he had forgotten how to. he hiccuped, removing one hand from around you to rub the tears away from his eyes, "come on."

selfishly, he ignored the pit in his stomach. he allowed himself just one more day to have you like this. as he lay on his bed, he held you close to him. he was overwhelmed with how much you filled his senses; the smell of your perfume, the feeling of your lips ghosting on his chest as you told him nonsense stories from college, the sound of your quiet giggles when he made some stupid joke, the look on your face in the dark, staring at him.

an unfamiliar feeling took over his body, rest, he realized it was, a while into lying in the darkness with you.

"i love you, you know that, right?"

luke didn't trust his voice anymore. he pulled you closer, hoping that that was enough for now.

iv. think about those years as i whisper in your ear. i'm always going to be right here.

"i love you."

you turned your head at the sound of luke's voice. camp was in disarray. percy was badly hurt and annabeth was frantic, sobbing about how luke was behind it all. you ran away after hearing it.

you didn't want to believe it, but it was annabeth. she wouldn't say that about luke unless it was true. you knew it killed her just the same to accept it.

"what are you doing here, castellan?"

it felt like a dagger was plunged into luke's heart. he'd heard his name leave your lips in different ways over the years; jokingly, angrily, but never like this. disappointment.

"i couldn't leave without telling you," luke licked his lips, keeping his distance. he was pressing his shirt on the spot percy broke skin. he looked down at his feet, "couldn't leave without letting you know that i love you."

"why did you do it?"

"i don't know."

"okay," you walked towards him. "when did you get so comfortable with lying to me?"

"angel," he sounded broken. "please, don't do this."

"you were wrong, by the way," you said. "you're not stuck here anymore, but i don't think the place you'll end up in is any better than this."

luke was silent.

"go, luke," you whispered. "don't make it any worse than it already is."

he nodded. this was it. you watched as he disappeared into the dark.

you were too preoccupied with your thoughts to notice it then; your mind was plagued with worry, but in the gaps of the wooden pier, a single hibiscus flower bloomed under your feet.

[baby-tini]

Meet the Todorokis

@supernatural-hunter1 @dabisangle

Dabi told you about his family before he did the reveal to the whole of Japan. He told you about how abusive his father was, how his mom did nothing to help, how his siblings didn't understand what it felt like to be in his position and how he hated his youngest brother. From the little information he'd give you, throughout the months of being together, you.cpuld tell there was some serious trauma and his home life and family were anything but loving. Aside from the physical scars, you knew there was some pretty bad mental scarring, even though he tried to play off the hurt and pain by being cocky and nonchalant.

When the heroes found out you were involved with the league and Dabi, especially romantically, you became a top priority for Endeavor to capture and lock away, so that's what happened. When you were caught, you were sent to Tartarus and servailenced 24/7, heavily armed guards would be posted in your room and right outside of it. The room littered with cameras, there was an inch of privacy in that tiny space you now called home. But you knew, you knew Dabi would save you, it would just take a little time, until then, you had to grin and bare it.

It was the same routine everyday, sitting in that small, padded room with cameras covering inch after inch, doing nothing but letting your mind drift away and thinking about the league but especially Dabi. How was he doing, what was he doing, did he miss you, was he even thinking about you? You didn't doubt he was but curiosity was eating at your brain and heart, taking over your thoughts. So, it was a big surprise when you were told you had visitors and the Todorokis, nonetheless. They were all there, Rei, Fuyumi, Natsuo, Shoto.... and I guess the man that Touya had to call father was there too. It would've been sweet too have such a messed up family if you didn't know their dirty little secrets and the reasons for visiting in the first place. They all looked empty- heartbroken even, their eyes full of sorrows and regret while Reis eyes leaked salty tears ,only to be comforted by daughter... huh, you wonder if any of them tried to comfort Touya that way. Then again, given the family and their dynamic, you highly doubt it. But, sat in front of this fucked up family as they stared you down and asked invasive questions, you started too understand it wasn't out of love for Touya, it was because of guilt and that just pissed you off a lot more. They weren't trying too right their wrongs, it was because they knew that they were horrible for what they did and they tried too quiet their guilt. So you can't really blame yourself for snapping and going off on that horrible man- thing. That horrible thing. "What would you say you're relationship to my son is." You scowled at Enjis question, a scoff falling from your lips unintentionally but you didn't try too stop it. Your eyes narrowed at that abusive man, only obsessed with the image of the so-called greater-good. He didn't even ask how Touya has been, how much the thought of his old man being praised for being a hero when in actuality, he was more of a villain then most were, ate at Touya every night, kept him up for days- weeks even- on end. "Don't. Call him that, Touya is no longer your son, he is no longer the boy that yearned for your praise and approval, no longer the boy that was willing to kill himself too make you happy. He's better, different now. His eyes have been opened to your disgusting ways of bullshit parenting." It was said more aggressively then you thought it was but, he needed too understand Dabi would never be Touya- their Touya, ever again, he was your Touya now and forever.

Endeavors hands tightened into fists at that, while his wifes eyes dropped, looking away and squeezing tightly as she breathed in a stuttered inhale. "He's still my son, I wasn't the best fath-" there's a quick cut off from you as you shifted in your seat. "No. You weren't even a father to begin with, so don't give me that bullshit speech that you're sorry and you regret what you did because I don't care to listen to it, you can give your traumatized family that bullshit but I won't listen to it." It's spat at him, your voice raising in pitch towards the end of your sentence as you scowled at the false hero. You didn't mean to go on a tangent rant but.. it happened. "You, Enji Todoroki, abused your children. You attempted to use them for your own selfish desires and make up for your pathetic failures and all your overwhelming undoings. You. Are no man- especially not a father. No father would ever. Force their child to take on such a burden, so young in their life. No man would ever put his hands on a woman- much less their wife. The woman who gave you those children in the first place. The woman who took care of them and bathed them, dressed them, read them bed time stories while you chased after a dream you, yourself acknowledged would never happen on your own, so you tried to live through your children. And you, Rei Todoroki. The first time that man put his fucking hands on you or your children, you should've left him. Don't ever let a man put his fucking hands on your children. Ever. You. Are no mother. No mother would throw boiling water on her sons face because she couldn't stand the piece of shit man that she was forced too marry. Your kids are their own people and have their own dreams. The reason the both of you even have kids was selfish from the get-go. I'm happy Touya got out- got away. None of your kids deserved that, but especially Touya. Now leave." By the end of it, Rei was in tears and Enjis teeth were clenched so tight, you thought they were gonna break as his fists were tight and shaking, his knuckles turning pale, ghost white as his eyes became wet and started too sting. The family left quickly after that as the door slammed behind them.

You couldn't wait for Dabi to end Enji Todorokis pathetic life of lies.

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There'd Better Be a Mirrorball | Azriel x OFC [part three]

Summary: Girls' brunch!

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: swearing, description of scars, light self-deprecation in reference to past abuse (this sounds harsher than it is, really), Gwyn crushing on Azriel, accidental outing of someone else, piercings, Cassian hurting someone's feelings

Minors, do not interact

A/N: im so happy this story has gotten some attention! i was half expecting it to just go in the internet void but if only one person is enjoying then thats enough for me. enjoy some light gay content

part two

Masterlist

"'Cause you're just a man

It's just what you do

Your head in your hands as you color me blue."

Lana Del Rey, Norman fucking Rockwell

“-And he smiled at me! I really think he liked it,” Gwyn gushed, popping a blueberry into her mouth before reaching over for the cinnamon butter to spread over her slice of toast.

“How can you tell?” Eowyn asked curiously, licking at the muffin crumbs in the corner of her mouth, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him show emotion before.”

Nesta and Gwyn laughed at that, both nodding their heads. 

“I guess you just have to pay attention,” Gwyn replied mildly, shrugging.

It had been two days since her venture out into the city and all had been exactly the same as it was before, other than the minuscule shift between the Illyrians and herself. It wasn’t a drastic change, or anything particularly noteworthy for any other person, but considering the fact that the only people Eowyn spoke to on a daily basis consisted of Clotho, Nesta, Gwyn, and Emerie, with the exception of a priestess here and there that either delivered a message from Clotho or asked where she’d left a parchment, she did, of course, take notice.

While Azriel remained as emotionless and distant as he’d always been, she’d developed somewhat of an awareness of him. It was random and rather irritating to have that small sliver of consciousness of his nearness, especially when she was supposed to be partaking in the Valkyrie breathing exercises they practiced during their breaks from the grueling training, but for some reason, she simply knew when he was there. To her right, only a short distance away, or towards the far left corner of the ring — she was even half convinced she could feel when he approached, like some kind of echo-location. And then there were the times where she’d discreetly glance at him, from under her veil, unnoticed by anyone looking at her, only to find his eyes already set on her.

As if feeling her gaze, he was always quick to look away, in such a smooth manner she couldn’t quite be certain he was looking at her at all.

And then there was Cassian, who had already become more familiar with her the more time she spent with Nesta, and who had taken a particular liking to calling her ‘Wynnie.’ She’d made sure not to correct him on the name again, not wanting to encourage him to use it even more, but she had already accepted her fate and knew there was no going back. He’d been just so boisterous and happy when he spoke to her, slapping a heavy hard hand on her shoulder as greeting and had begun a light sort of teasing with her that it just felt wrong to deny him something so small.

Finally carrying out her promise to set up a luncheon, Nesta had the girls join her in the House of Wind kitchen to eat after a particularly grueling day's training. Emerie had mysteriously disappeared soon after training was over.

“Is Emerie not joining us?” Eowyn wondered, glancing at the door once more, half expecting the Illyrian female— or anyone, really— to come in any second, still feeling slightly panicked at the thought of anyone seeing her. They'd been eating for a while now and the Valkyrie had yet to appear.

She had been reluctant to join her friends for lunch, not because she didn’t want to join them, but rather out of diffidence, for their reactions to her unveiled face or the questions they might ask.

But Gwyn, like the majority of the priestesses, had already seen her uncovered face and knew better than to ask her about her past, Emerie was currently gone and Nesta? She had barely blinked at her, eyes going immediately to her nose instead.

Her sharp gray blue eyes had barely scanned her face in a fraction of a second before they focused on the center of her face, “what the fuck is that?” Her eyes widened slightly in a very un-Nesta like way, “on your nose?” She added quickly, not even giving Eowyn enough time to take offense or feel remotely ashamed.

But Nesta’s blunt question caused her mind to go blank for a second. Her nose?

She had let out a tuh sound of incredulity, “I’m showing you my fucked up face and you’re asking about the jewelry on my nose?”

“Is that what it is?” Nesta tilted her head to the side, “I’ve never seen anything like it. As for your face, I see nothing wrong with it. I’d say you even give Elain a run for her money.”

Something had ignited inside Eowyn then. Not the tinge of fraternal irritation Cassian had drawn out of her by calling her by a long forgotten nickname, but by the insinuation that she— with the jagged distorted scars pulling from the corners of her mouth, one ending in the outer center of her cheek, while the other extended longer and higher, almost to her cheekbone— could even compare to the flawless beauty and unsullied brightness that was Elain Archeron.

But the feeling itself— the sharp anger that rose within her was immediately thwarted by the recognition of the emotion itself. How long had it been since she’d felt something so powerful, so passionate, something that was once so familiar? Something that had been her second nature? Had it truly been over a century since she’d been anything but detached and apathetic?

Gwyn had been quick to come to her defense, although for an entirely different reason than what she assumed. “It's a great honor to bear jewelry on that part of the nose, known as the septum” she lit up, pleased to have the opportunity to share her knowledge, “septums are only bestowed upon those that have dedicated some of their eternal fae life to their studies.”

Septganiums, Eowyn mentally corrected, but figured it didn’t really matter. 

Nesta squinted at her, a curious human characteristic that Eowyn found quite endearing. “But you have two rings.”

“They symbolize every seventy-year cycle, based on the location and the name itself, the sept-um. It’s also kind of a joke… to pierce that which is always buried in a book.”

And that was that.

Nesta had assured them before they joined her that they had the house to themselves, as Cassian and Azriel had business with Rhys in the River House and knew better than to disturb her and her friends in their private time.

“She left with Mor,” Nesta answered her question with a smirk. Gwyn gasped excitedly and waved her toast around.

“No way! She finally mustered up the courage to talk to her!”

But Eowyn’s eyes only widened, holding her tea halfway up to her lips, “Mor was here?”

She didn’t miss the look Nesta shot her. Damn, she really needed to learn how to interact with people again. 

“Mhm, she spent the night last night,” Nesta smirked, “I overheard her ask Emerie if she wanted her to winnow her back to Windhaven.”

“No wonder she didn’t even bother telling us she wasn’t joining us for lunch,” Gwyn chuckled lightly, eyes alight with delight.

“Has Emerie been interested in Mor a long time?” Eowyn asked, the words feeling strange in her mouth.

“Oh yeah, she’s been in love with her forever,” Gwyn giggled and rolled her eyes, tossing her hair over her shoulder exaggeratedly, “talking about how beautiful she is, how perfect her hair falls, how she wished she was interested in females and would just look-"

“She is,” the words were out of her mouth before she could take them back and for a moment, the sardonic little demon in her mind that often mocked her and watched amusedly as she made a fool out of herself, whispered that perhaps her captors weren’t entirely in the wrong when they'd quite literally sewn her mouth shut at an attempt to keep her from berating them so much.

She cringed, face aflame as Gwyn and Nesta turned their focus to her, wearing different looks of scandalized surprise and curious dark amusement respectively.

“Wha-“

“Whe-“

“Forget I said anything,” she hissed at them, shaking her head ashamedly, eyes falling to the table, “I-I don’t know if Mor is out to the world like that and I’m not going to be responsible for-“

“Don’t worry about it, we won’t say anything,” Nesta assured nonchalantly in a way Eowyn truly did not trust for a second.

“Really,” Gwyn nodded encouragingly, noticing Eowyn’s reluctance, “we won’t say anything.”

Eowyn thought about it.

“Sorry, that’s not enough. I need you both to swear,” she looked at them both seriously.

Nesta scoffed, “I’m not striking a bargain with you because you let it slip that Mor eats pus-“

“That’s exactly why you have to do it. No offense, but you’re pretty hottheaded Nesta, there’s no knowing when you might just fuck up as I did now without meaning to hurt anyone, but what if you do? And Gwyn, I-I just-“

“You’re a busybody,” Nesta agreed, if a bit reluctantly, as she turned to Gwyn, “you’re going to want to tell Emerie to help her out but that’s not for us to share.”

“Exactly,” Eowyn breathed in relief, “I’m not asking for anything drastic, I’m just thinking that we don’t talk about Mor’s business unless she or Emerie announce it first, does that sound alright?”

“And what do I get from this bargain?” Nesta smirked, glancing at Gwyn who grinned back, looking almost mischievous in a very un-Gwyn like manner. “You tell us what happened between you and Mor.”

“You two are busybodies,” Eowyn rolled her eyes, “but fine, it’s a bargain.”

Eowyn couldn’t help but chuckle when the girls jumped in place in surprise, if not for the smallest pinches of pain, as there, in mirroring sides of their elegant fae pointed ears sparked two pieces of jewelry.

The house, ever so attentive, provided a small hand mirror for each of them to inspect their new singularly pierced ears.

“Fascinating,” Gwyn gushed, prodding her gold ring lightly.

“I was expecting a tattoo,” Nesta admitted, head tilted as she inspected the small silver jewelry piece, wrapped around the cartilage of her ear, “but I kind of like this better.”

“That’s an Illyrian tradition, right?” Eowyn licked a bit of jam off her finger.

Nesta nodded but then her eyes sharpened with glee, “you bargained a dirty little story, Wynnie.”

Beyond amused, Eowyn felt just a fraction— just the smallest hint of her old self— possess her body once more, that same spirit driving her to glance down at her plate in amusement as she glided her index finger over the sweet confiture before raising her gaze to look at them innocently from under her eyelashes as she brought her finger up to her tongue, “you never specified when, Nes.”

Their jaws dropped.

"Oh."

"Wynnie, I swear to the-"

“Woah, what is going on in here?” Cassian’s voice boomed through the luncheon setting the house had so lovingly crafted for them. “It smells like a female pleasure house in here.”

"You're not supposed to be here," Nesta scowled at her mate.

"Over a dozen rooms in this house and you pick the kitchen?" he huffed but then stopped and eyed them warily, “seriously, what's with the scent on you? Is it because I’m here or were you dirty females reading smut again?”

His statements, neither of which were true, caused Eowyn to genuinely laugh, if only lightly, which brought Cassian’s attention to her. She lost her grin when she saw his eyes flicker over her face, down to her scars, and almost laughed again at the clearly drastic differences between the mated pair.

She braced herself for the comment.

“Huh. Never noticed you had those septganiums, Wynnie— or should I say, Maestress Wynnie,” he spoke matter-of-factly, saying no more on the simple statement before reaching towards the center of the table and grabbing a handful of bacon.

She blinked at him. Perhaps the Mother truly knew what she was about when it came to these two.

Deciding that she wouldn’t care if he didn’t either, she stepped out of her comfort zone and left herself uncovered. Truthfully, the main reason she even covered herself was mostly out of habit now, for the comfort of others who might feel any disgust or objection to seeing her healed wounds, as some of the priestesses did. 

Eowyn would never forget the day, in her early days of exploration in the library, when she caused a priestess to fall into a fit of panicked breaths, clutching at her chest because the sight of Eowyn’s scars had triggered a memory of her attacker, who bore the same scars.

Eowyn knew it wasn’t her they were rejecting, but the fact that her own exposed trauma could trigger such a disconcerting response had been a penetrating blow to her psyche.

“Cassian, did you see Azriel’s bronze blade?” Gwyn lit up again, still riding the high from having interacted with the surly Shadowsinger that morning after training.

“Yeah, I saw it at the River House,” the General chortled, shoving a handful of berries into his mouth, “I told him to stop letting Mor get him shit he doesn’t like and won’t really use.”

There was a pregnant pause, the space suddenly devoid of air as if the house itself was holding its breath. Gwyn’s chair scraped the floor as she stood, eyes bright with tears. Saying nothing, she simply stepped away from the table and rushed out of the room.

“Good job,” Nesta glared at him, standing up to follow after her.

Eowyn stood up as well, eyes following Gwyn in concern, and despite it clearly being Cassian’s fault for opening his big mouth, she couldn’t help the guilt that bit at her stomach because she knew, she knew, she knew, the blade was not right for him. The color, the length, the feel, of it had been all wrong but she had decided to ignore her nosy little inner voice, reminding herself that those closest to the Shadowsinger would clearly know him better than her. Who was she to him but just another one the many neophytes?

“Don’t worry, I’ll talk to her,” Nesta barely grazed her shoulder with a hand before she was out the door, leaving Cassian and Eowyn alone in the fancy tea luncheon.

“I fucked up, didn’t I?” Cassian grimaced, mouth still full of bacon and sweet biscuits.

But Eowyn only quirked a brow at him and began to collect her things. As she went to pull her veil over her face, he spoke again. “You really don’t have to wear that around us, you know? I mean, you do whatever you want, but I just want to make sure you know we don’t see you any differently for any scars you may have. All of us have our own share of them.”

But she did have to wear it, if not for her own comfort than that of others, but she decided against saying so.

“Have you seen scars like mine?” She asked instead, finding herself suddenly curious.

He nodded, “I’ve seen all kinds of scars. If you ever see battle, which I hope you don’t, you’ll see plenty of scars worse than your own.”

Worse.

Her grip on the back of her chair tightened at his brief dismissal. Knew, logically, that he intended to soothe what he assumed were physical insecurities, but that ultimately felt like a disregard to the pain she'd endured to only leave such scars.

She nodded stiltedly, “right. Good afternoon, General.”

“Aw Wynnie, not you too!” He called out after her but she was already out the door.

part four

taglist: @lilah-asteria @a-courtof-azriel

[yenalogyy]

All’s Fair In Love

A student was found groaning on the ground, having just fallen victim to a prank pulled by one of his peers. He collapsed after dodging what appeared to be a baseball hurled down the hall, which struck him in the face.

His friend, who was beside him, approached and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. It's nothing," he replied as he slowly rose from his fall. Meanwhile, the individual responsible for his mishap was seen laughing, peering from near the stairs.

"Rei-ah, don't you think you're taking your pranks too far on him?"

"He deserves it. I suggest you also keep your distance from him, Kazuha, for your own good."

She then left, as Kazuha scoffed at the bully's behavior towards her friend.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Kazuha asked, concern evident in her voice as she took a good look at him.

"I'm alright, Kazuha. But are you okay? She just threatened you," Y/N replied, feeling apologetic for the trouble caused.

“She didn’t mean anything by that threat. We’ve been friends since we were children, so I’m sure she’s just saying things. But I don’t understand why she’s acting like this towards you…”

“I guess I did something earlier for her to pull this prank on me.”

“Aren’t you mad? I can tell her off for you if you want me to.”

“No, you don’t have to do that. I wouldn’t want your long friendship with her to be ruined just because of me.”

“But doesn’t it- oh no.” Kazuha took his right hand after noticing blood dripping, possibly from a scar due to the fall.

“Let’s get you to the nurse’s office,” she said, holding his hand firmly and leading him towards the infirmary. Other students couldn’t help but stare in envy, with some even gritting their teeth or biting their thumbs. Y/N couldn’t help but let out a small grin, feeling as if he was the luckiest student, forgetting the whole ordeal that had occurred.

“Excuse me,” Kazuha called out, but there was no answer.

“Looks like the nurse isn’t here. Sit down, let me stitch you up.”

He sat in the chair in the middle of the room, as Kazuha rummaged through the cabinet.

“Zuha-ya, you know you don’t have to do this, right? I can do it on my own.”

“It’s my fault that you ended up like this, Y/N. If only I were more straightforward in telling her to stop.”

“I’m telling you it’s okay, Kazuha. Really.”

Kazuha had her head hung low, while dripping a small amount of alcohol onto a piece of cotton.

“Zuha-ya. Are you-“ He looked at her with teary eyes before wiping her tears away.

“Ya, don’t be like this, Zuha-ya.” He helped her wipe her eyes.

“Let’s talk about something else. Oh, Valentine’s is coming up.”

“That’s right,” she said as she applied pressure to the bleeding area to stop the bleeding.

“And I’ve been taking classes.”

“Classes? What do you mean?”

“A chocolate making class. The local bakery near my place opened up a short class specifically on making chocolates.”

“Does that mean-“

“Yup. I won’t say who though,” she giggled. He let out a small chuckle, feeling a bit down that she might have someone she was interested in.

“I hope he’ll like the chocolate I make. I’m gonna put my heart into it.”

“I’ll be cheering for you then,” he replied, as Kazuha put the finishing touches on his bandage.

“Thank you, Kazuha. Tell you the truth, I've actually known her longer than I have known you.”

Her eyes widened, shocked at the fact.

“Really?”

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"Ain’t this nice. Greeted by a fellow rival on my way home," Rei muttered to herself.

Caught up in a conflict with students from a rival school, Rei found herself outnumbered and outmatched. The altercation escalated quickly, and as tension mounted, Y/N happened to pass by the area and noticed the brewing confrontation.

“I’m fine. Just leave,” Rei snapped, her pride initially resisting Y/N's intervention.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” He replied calmly, refusing to back down.

Grateful yet prideful, Rei hesitated but eventually accepted his assistance as a means to escape the confrontation unscathed.

After reasoning with the confronting students, they eventually dispersed without further trouble. The presence of a nearby police station and the outnumbered situation worked in their favor, discouraging any further aggression.

As Rei prepared to leave, he noticed the injuries left by the altercation and took her by the hand, leading her to a nearby convenience store. Rei attempted to break free from his hold but found herself unable to resist. She watched him closely, intrigued by his unexpected kindness.

“Stay still,” he instructed gently, applying band-aids to her hand and cheek.

“Thanks… I guess. I’ll be on my way then,” Rei mumbled, feeling a mix of gratitude and confusion.

"Are you sure? What if they come back for more?" He asked, genuine concern evident in his voice.

“My place is just around the corner. I’ll be fine,” Rei assured him, grateful for his concern.

Despite their brief interaction, Rei never learned his name or much about him. However, the encounter left a lasting impression on her, sparking a curiosity and admiration for the mysterious student who came to her aid.

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“That’s the whole story. I haven’t talked to her since then, and once I did, well… you know how it is from that point on. Would’ve never guessed that she’d be the violent type. But I suppose I might’ve done something for her to be like this.”

She stood still, looking far out of the window, pondering to herself.

“What is it, Zuha-ya?”

“It’s nothing.” She chuckled. “Your story just reminded me of how we first talked to each other before.

“Yeah… can we not talk about that, please?”

“Oh, so you’re saying it was an unpleasant first meeting?” She scoffed.

“No no no, it’s not like that, it was just embarrassing for me, you know?”

“I’m joking~. Besides, I find it cute actually. I remembered you asking me whether I mind sharing a book with you or not, but as it turns out…”

“But you’re actually happy, right? The fact that I was trying to make a move on you?”

“Wha-? Oh, trying to get back at me for teasing you is it? Let me take off the bandages I put on you.”

He immediately pulled his hand away from her reach, as the two giggled at their first interaction.

“Looks like you’re all good to go. If you’ll excuse me, I will go and have a word with Rei first.”

“Wait, Zuha. Promise me you won’t be so hard on her?”

“I wouldn’t.” She let out a weak smile, before going out the door.

And in a flash, Valentine’s day had arrived.

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A/N: Which ending do you guys prefer? Kazuha’s, or Rei’s ending?

[class1akids]

Genuinely so happy that we got closure for Touya but also upset as well 😭 next to Shouto he’s my favourite Todoroki! Honestly though, I really have conflicting thoughts because I really hope he didn’t stay alive for too long because it’s got to be kind of lonely to be strapped into that tube being kept alive by that machine, possibly pumped with painkillers or something like that’s not a nice life BUT I hope he didn’t pass away too fast because for many reasons 1) I like to think he got proper closure, without Enji speaking over them, with Rei, Fuyumi and possibly Natsuo 2) I like to think that he also got to know Shouto a bit more and vice versa and 3) I don’t like the thought that Enji essentially gets a free-pass on his promise of visiting Touya every day once he passes away, I hope had to keep that promise for at least a while. I also hope Touya wasn’t alone when he finally did pass away!

I saw some people speculate that Shouto didn't call him Touya-nii, but only "Touya" in Ch 431, because now he's older than Touya when he died. Shouto is 25 during the time-skip chapter, and Touya was 24 in the end and it was summer. So that implies, he would have died within a few months max.

As for Touya's suffering - if you look at the translation by pikahlua, it specifies that Touya's slow death is implied to be a gentle and easy one - more like a "slipping away".

I think also it's implied that Touya would be sleeping most of the time, only awake for a few minutes every day and Enji and Rei promised to be there every time. And Fuyumi and Shouto would come when they can. So I don't think it's lonely in that sense. (With Natsuo - it's left open - I think it's up to fandom fic writers to imagine various scenarios). From the way Shouto remembers Touya, I'm confident they worked it out at least the two of them.

As much as I want Endeavor punished, I don't think his atonement should take precedence over Touya getting a death that gives him peace. In the end, the writing failed the Todoroki family when Hori decided that Enji would "atone for Touya's sins" to make him look cool, rather than be brought to justice for his own crimes of domestic violence. Showing that even the No 1 hero is not above the law would have gone a long way to change society, but I guess Hori was more interested in giving Endeavor a substitute family made of sidekicks.

I guess since Enji is now fully aware of how fucked up everything he did was, once Touya passes away, he's left with his own conscience, a daily reminder of what he did to his family whenever he looks at Rei's scarred face. Knowing that he could have had it all, but threw it away for nothing.

[bnhaobservation]

Any predictions for how the next Todofam chapter will go? The two week break has already beaten me down 😭🔫

You aren't the only one! I'm worried as well!

As for the predictions... they're probably not what many expect.

Premise, I'm not Horikoshi, I'm not even Japanese and I'm just speculating so I might be wrong but here are my two cents on the future.

Let's start with Enji.

I know many hope he will be punished for what he did to his family but I think it's safe enough to assume this won't be the case.

Rei, Fuyumi, Natsuo and Shouto aren't interested in dragging him to a trial, if they do nothing, there's no reason for the police to act. They will just judge it a private family business and let it slide (which yes, happens in Japan). I honestly doubt Rei is interested in asking for a divorce so there probably won't be a divorce.

At most they'll live in separate residences.

If there will be a punishment, it will be in having to deal for the rest of his life on the consequences his actions had on Touya.

As I said in another post I think the Todorokis contribution to the final battle helped them to stop being social outcasts due to what Touya did, especially Enji and Shouto's final stand against All for One (for more explanations about why they risked ending up as such read this).

I think they won't use Eri or Overhaul's power to regrow Enji's arm and I'm not sure the scarring the Todorokis received when they attempt to stop Touya will be erased.

There's to say while in real life scarring is a source of social rejection, in BNHA Shouto was considered an ikemen despite his scarring, so I don't think it'll be a problem that will cause them to become social outcasts.

Differently from Aoyama, Shouto didn't mention he'll have to leave U.A. high, so I think the Todorokis will be mostly fine.

Will Enji drop his job?

I don't think they'll ask him to do so, as they are in need of strong Heroes... and by serving as a Hero he keeps on atoning to society.

If he'll do, it'll be of his own will, likely in atonement (when you screw up doing your job, in Japan is common to resign... Enji didn't exactly screw up as a Hero, just as a father but it's still something he might feel he'll have to do) or due to the wound he received... which actually aren't serious for BNHA standards (considering they can regrow arms, restart a heart with no damage for the brain despite it having been stopped for likely more than 3/4 minures and that a meeting up close with Dabi's very hot fire didn't cremate Hawks on the spot nor caused his vital organs to be damaged after a few minutes which would have lead to his death and so on) but Horikoshi can change the rules if he wants to. After all Enji is shown sitting on a wheelchair, wearing bandages and in what looks like hospital pajamas so who knows what's his exact physical state. He has the highest fire resistance but he was also the closest to Touya so he might not be well.

I guess what everyone wants to know is what will happen to Touya (and consequently to the rest of the league as I think the league will end up with the same fate).

Chapter 425 shows Enji watching someone.

I'll be surprised if that someone isn't Touya.

Now...

The most realistic scenario is Touya and the rest of the league will be jailed into Tartarus or the new prison equivalent to it and sentenced to death as BNHA has death as one of the available punishments (I'm not saying this is what I want for them, just that it's more likely).

The only ones who can hope to get some leniency are Himiko, who's still a minor and saved Uraraka and, ironically, Machia, who, despite having the highest death count of all of them, helped the Heroes fight All for One which, in manga and anime, is always a good reason to give a character a lot of leniency. In real life relevant cooperation can spare you from death sentence if you make an agreement first... which Machia didn't but that's usually not a manga/anime problem. If a story decides you were helpful and heroic enough and you didn't end up killed, they might hand you a free pass card... which was why I was hoping the league would turn against All for One. It would have helped a lot their case.

They didn't though.

By all account the league kept fighting until they were stopped and I honestly doubt society cares about their motives.

Still, I think the idea is that the Todorokis are going to meet Touya, that that's why Shouto said he'll go to the farewell party as long as it isn't today and then left, because he's going to meet his brother and, with him, likely will come Natsuo, Fuyumi and Rei.

This was, after all what was hinted in the final preview sentence, 'The Todoroki family faces...'

The perspective in the image is... weird because it seems they're keeping Touya vertical instead than horizontal, which reminds me of when the characters met up with prisoners.

The window is different from the ones in Tartarus (but also from the one in Central Hospital) however Enji seems wearing hospital pajamas.

I don't think they would have carried him to a prison to meet his son in pajamas.

Also I don't think Horikoshi will be so morbid as to show us Touya being executed, so that he's about to give his last salute to his family before being killed off. If he dies, it's probably because they'll fail to keep him alive as they did with Nighteye. If that's the case it would probably be another case of 'we could save his soul, not his life' like with Shigaraki.

Long story short. I like to think/hope he's in a hospital (maybe a Villain hospital but still a hospital) and they're probably either curing him or just keeping him alive.

I said the perspective is weird so I might be mistaken and Touya is actually lying down and being operated or something as there are cables coming out his chest.

In severe burn cases the patient might be put into coma until he's better, so it's also possible that's what's going on and the fact the Todoroki family would face him only now might mean they had to wait for Touya to wake up.

The fact they're giving him medical care doesn't necessarily means things will be okay. As I said I guess the general idea is to jail and kill the league off.

Considering how long All for One was kept alive (he's captured in August, he escaped at the end of March) despite everyone knowing who he was to the point they jail him in a special detention center without a trial or sentencing... (chap 94)

...this might mean they'll stay jailed for a long time before being killed. Well... maybe the Heroes managed to plea for their lives so they won't be killed. I don't think they'll be give the chance to get some form of house arrest, even if I would love if this were to be the case.

Unless this mini arc is going to give the league a chance to socially redeem themselves, I doubt their fate will be different, though there's a huge chance this mini arc is just to show us the Heroes saving mystery guy who looks like Edward Scissorhands before he'll become a Villain... as to say it's too late to save the League but now the Heroes might save other people from following their fate.

So if the League's fate is going to stay jailed and possibly end up executed in a future we won't see... or stay jailed and be spared.

Japan isn't big on psychological aid, so I genuinely doubt Horikoshi will have someone say 'let's send them to therapy'.

So... if that's Touya's fate, why Horikoshi kept him alive? Isn't this depressing and cruel? What's the point?

This is the point:

We have Tobita's family kicking him out of the house for what is really just a mistake in judgement, we've Himiko's family calling her a demon child (with Himiko being forced to escape) for something she couldn't control, neither of them back then causing someone to die and then... we've the Todoroki family being still willing to be with Touya despite what he had done.

For many of us, what the Todorokis do would be normal... but the Tobitas and the Togas show instead what's supposed to be the norm in the BNHA world (and in Japan). If you commit a crime even your family will turn against you and kick you out.

So the fact that the Todoroki family, who could be socially pardoned, isn't willing to cut strings with Touya despite him being jailed and possibly sentenced to death, likely gives a strong, hopeful, positive message to Japanese readers.

To us it mostly fall flat because we've plenty of families who, despite their relatives' crimes, they don't stop loving them and will still visit them.

Likely that's the positive spin Horikoshi wanted to give to the whole story, that the Todoroki family will be there for Touya, Rei and Enji even apologized to him instead than doing like Himiko's parents, claiming they did all they could but Himiko was just a demon child.

In Japan this is BIG. In the west this is... often normal.

It's similar to how Midoriya saves Shigaraki's soul and we aren't impressed, but Japanese readers are.

In the western culture when someone dies, at most, we only worry about the soul regretting his wrongdoings or he’ll end in hell (that and that he won’t look deserving of being forgiven by the audience if he doesn’t regret them).

In Japan, when someone dies in a violent way including murder or suicide or dies leaving behind unfinished business or do not receive appropriate funeral rites upon their death, they believe his spirit remains trapped in the world of living and can’t move on and this is torture for said soul.

So the idea that Shigaraki's soul was soothed, that was put to rest, is really important and equates to salvation in a Japanese mind-setting... but, to us, it's only a last smile before death.

BNHA is a work that talk about Japanese society so, differently from other mangas, it strongly relies on Japanese society rules which are different from ours, which leads us to react differently from the intended audience.

Anyway... I really, really hope things will go different for Touya, but I expect the most we'll have about the Todoroki family will be that, the family is socially forgiven except for Touya but, despite this, they'll remain close to him.

Likely they'll also keep working to atone to society.

I don't dare to hope for more, actually probably Horikoshi will likely be stretching things (if not outright retconning them) because it was established it was hard to visit prisoners in Tartarus, meetings needed to be set up and All Might of all the people couldn't just drop by to meet up with Stain, no, they need to set up a meeting in order to allow people to visit prisoners (never mentioning Tartarus was blamed of violation of human right and keeps its prisoners tied... only for the ties to come away during the escape)...

...but the story will likely paint as easy for the Todoroki to meet Touya (after all Uraraka planned to meet Himiko in jail to give her blood donation... how I don't know since Himiko would have probably been kept tied and behind a glass window) but I already knows it'll feel depressing because, for me, it's nowhere near enough and I really hope I'm wrong and we'll get a more positive ending for the family.

I just fear Horikoshi won't feel like stretching things that much as, currently, there's no hint society is willing to also take the blame for the reasons why the league decided being a Villain was their best option instead than becoming Hikikomori, Jōhatsu or Toyoko Kids or something like that... or just follow Shōji's path and endure the abuse, hide the scars and become upstanding citizens in hope this will change the world.

Likely the world will somehow change but this will likely regard the future.

So for my standards the future of the Todoroki family is pretty sad... but likely for the Japanese audience the Todoroki family will be more a role model of how a family shouldn't leave behind his family members even if they make mistakes. We'll see though. Sorry for the depressing thoughts and thank you for your ask.

[piglet26]

Reylo Scenes: TLJ

Rian Johnson gets loud vocal dislike for trying to make part 2 to JJ Adams film and his treatment of Luke Skywalker. Now I'm going to be honest..... Star Wars fans complain. That's part of the passion of it all. I guess. One area that he did succeed in was Reylo. He dealt with it with complete mastery. His invention of the forceskype or forcetime which allowed the protagonist and antagonist to actually talk was genius.

To add, I read the novelization which does expand on the story overall and it's great to read. There are comics as well. All which expand on the story.

Rian Johnson also is due a thank you for this moment.

We'll call this no-more-daddies-Ren. That face should not be covered up.

Romance has always been apart of Star Wars. Yet, in the sequel trilogy there was this hyper paranoia of anything feminine and so anyone who sensed a romance happening I guess was just an unhealthy fool.

From a pure storytelling stand point, the dynamic between the hero and the villain is genuinely interesting. The fact that they are Ying Yang, alike but different, bonded yet on opposing sides and they attracted to one another only adds to the drama. It's the richest dynamic of the sequel trilogy.

So to all the Reylo haters

In the first forcetime scene the rules of the forcetime get established. Rey can't hurt him physically (yet) and Ren can't jedi mind trick her.

The production team continued to show their balance yet opposition. When Rey wakes up the warm sunlight is on her face and her smooth cheek. In Ren's scene the light on his cheek is mechanical and the skin is scarred. Rey is surrounded by nature. Ren is surrounded by technology. They both have a childlike innocence to them. Something is happening to them that had never happened before. Something unique even amongst force users. Ren is curious. Rey is just pissed off.

Ren is a man who feels very let down/betrayed by everyone in his life so by the time we meet him in The Force Awakens he doesn't want or need anybody. Within his comic Ben Solo is described as someone that everyone, including his peers, watched for signs of darkness. He's a bitter, hurt and jaded young man.

Rey is the denial queen. She has a childlike way of thinking that is purely optimistic. She latches onto people very quickly Finn, Han Solo, Chewie, Leia, Luke on and on. She understand the stories of the resistance, Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader, but doesn't understand any of the complexities. She's a very 'this is the truth as I know it so it must be the truth' kind of person.

When we arrive at the second Forcetime.

Rey overlooking the ocean. Ren overlooking the first order. Ren begins hearing the ocean waves. Rey begins to hear the snap of electricity. Ren sensing her turns and Rey, sensing him, adjusts and there they are.

Rey, understand that she can't physically act out her anger against, verbalizes it. She's angry, but she wants the anger to be simple and it's not. He is tied to her in a way in some way.

What's interesting is Ren is very open to her in wondering why the force is connecting them. In the book Rey describes his eyes as hungry. Also, Ren wants to be understood by her. He uses this moment to reach her and get someone to understand a portion of how he became the man he is. The audience sees him approach her, get into her space, challenging her emotionally, physically and her ideas about him.

"ah, you do" if it's possible to verbally create a orgasm....Adam driver accomplished it for women. It doesn't hurt that these two seem to always be eye fucking each other. The intensity in which they lock onto each other and don't pay much around them any mind. The actors writers dream of.

The scenes serves a purpose though. Kylo is once again shift from simple bad guy to complicated bad guy/human being. She doesn't know everything. In the mix of all of this is her experience with Luke. She disillusioned and she's disappointed with Luke. Her experience is shifting her to understand Kylo's position more.

Which leads to their third forceskype aka shirtless Ben

Rey, girl, you're not asexual. It's the first where we see she does have a reaction to him physically. She opens herself to understanding. She wants to know if he had a good reason for killing his father. She also expresses her jealousy of him. He has a family, he had a father who loved him. She would give anything for that. Kylo is also expressing his pain and how relates to her. They both feel abandoned by their parents. Kylo wasn't abandoned in the way Rey was, but he feels abandoned. Kylo looks at Rey like 'hey you don't see the similarities between us?". You also being to understand Kylo Ren's need to embrace the dark side because everyone on the light side failed him.

Part of her journey in The Last Jedi is about embracing her womanhood. After the force bond with the shirtless Kylo Ren. She goes to the dark sided vagina cave. She jumps in and when she emerges her childhood hair buns are gone. Rey enters in this vision and looks for answers as to who/where her parents are. Nothing is revealed to her. She didn't find the answers she was looking for and the hope that she will find them goes out of her. In this moment she's desperately lonely. Here our hero spiritually seeks out through the force bond the one individual she feels will relate to her, our villain.

Why do people call this scene "The Finger Touch Love Scene"

Cause the level of intimacy these characters reach without many words and without being lewd. Rian Johnson, bravo!

The way Kylo Ren is just present, reassuring and nurturing as Rey relays her trip into the dark cave. This is a moment where he could stoke her negative emotions to the dark side. He doesn't though. He's completely emotionally present for her. Kylo Ren sits within his ship in a area that's lit with a soft blue light as he reaches towards her he's in the warm of the firelight. Now he is physically present for her.

Rey is completely raw. She's allowing herself to be seen emotionally naked. This is the first scene where she gives him something with free will. She gives him union.

She reaches out from underneath the blanket. He takes his glove off and they slowly, innocently, reach for each other. The eye contact they maintain as the force theme begins, we as the audience understand something profound is happening. Within them, in this moment, there is a balance in the force.

They both have a vision of one another. Ren sees her past. Rey sees a glimpse of his future. This is the moment for Reylo, they both said to themselves "we're never letting this go". Rian Johnson confirmed it's from this moment that Ren decides to kill Snoke because that's the only way to protect Rey from him. Rey shift her belief system to complete Team Ben. She doesn't have a plan when she goes to meet Ben within the First Order. She just has complete faith in him that when the moment matters he'll stand by her.

We arrive at the elevator scene and just prior when she arrive onboard the supreme in a coffin from the Falcon that has his calligraphy on it. It's their first interaction after that intense force bond.

She expresses her faith in him and the possibility of a future. This is the first scene where she walks up on him. She wants that closeness and connection now. He's closed off we come to understand later, he's become he's protecting his mind from Snoke understanding his true intentions. They both express what they saw in their vision and conviction that one will join the other. It's canon that in this moment Kylo Ren wanted to kiss Rey.

Snoke - It's not his story. Kylo Ren looked like a badass killing him. That's all we needed you for boo. However, I did enjoy the internal dialogue of Snoke that the novelization affords. Through the force Snoke can feel Kylo Ren's need for approval which is something that frustrates him. He can feel his conflicted nature for Rey and for the light. He can feel his pain and confusion when Snoke says he bridged their minds (he didn't). That was enlightening.

My favorite moment is right after Kylo kills Snoke and Rey and Kylo looks at each like

"You with me?"

"Yeah, I'm with you"

And they turn to face the pretorian guards. They are with each other, but they do have a misunderstanding on what that means.

The fight scene is great and beautiful. Kylo Ren is a supportive partner to her and she to him. Kylo support her body with his and he takes on the majority of the Pretorian guards. He has a moment when he checks in on her, she get's hurt, he's upset and scared but then centers himself. When he's in trouble she supports him. It's described in the novel that they can feel each other's emotions through the force.

(Couldn't find the gif of her getting cut)

[princess-of-the-corner]

I think Shoto’s Scar Theories would probably be (in order of most believable to least believable):

Quirk Accident - Shoto’s, like, 6 or something when this happens. Within a year of Quirk Manifestation is probably when the most personal Quirk related injuries happen to kids. When they are still figuring out control. Plus, in CC, depending On how popular Toya is, the public might know about his issues with his Quirk, and draw conclusions from that. This theory is the most widely accepted.

Quirk Accident (Roughhousing) - Those who believe Shoto’s scar was caused by one of his siblings, but again, most think it was an accident.

Villain - No one heard anything about a major villain attack on Endeavour’s family, but if it involved injuring a kid (and possibly the guy’s wife?) it makes sense they wouldn’t want to publicize this. At least one person tried to start a public betting ring on which villain gave Shoto his scar. This was regarded widely as in poor taste, and said person was buried in lawsuits.

Rei - at least a few people somewhat correctly guess Rei gave Shoto his scar, connecting the time of his injury to her hospitalization. Reactions range, but only one reporter was stupid enough to ask Enji, to his face, if this was true. That interview never made it to air (the reporter likely didn’t either).

Endeavour - really only popular among those with hardcore anti-hero sentiment, like Stain followers. Most dismiss this immediately, because Endeavour is a Hero, and there’s NO WAY a Hero could be a child abuser! Rarely escapes its specific corners of the internet.

Then, of course, the Crack Theories:

It’s just makeup

He has a terrible skin infection

Its actually a Tattoo

Shoto was just Born With It (ignore all photographic evidence otherwise)

He did it on purpose so he would look cool

What Scar?

-

Yeah exactly like!

I think the ‘they got attacked by some villain’ thing would be the most popular theory given Rei’s mental health issues. Like the public doesn’t know about the larger aspect of what’s going on with Rei’s mental health so there’s this assumption that it was a new thing rather than a slow decline.

And sure. She could have intense guilt blaming herself for something accidental. Whether it be just general ‘my baby got hurt’ parental guilt, the ‘I looked away for five minutes and something went wrong’ guilt, or even something like the tea kettle but more genuinely accidental, that could bring guilt. But enough for a full mental hospital check in? Especially as time goes on and she stays there?

But trauma from some villain attacking her and her kid(s)? That’s the sort of thing where someone would need to be in a mental health facility for a while. So yeah I think this is probably the assumption.

other notes:

the public knowledge on the kids’ Quirks is somewhat spotty. Again, while the kids haven’t avoided the media entirely, they’re pretty low-key. So while there may be some information about their Quirks, they don’t know all the details. I think at most they’d know what Element the kids can create, but not much else (ie: they know Toya can make Fire, but not that he got Ice Resistance instead of Fireproofing)

Some of this gets more known later down the line(in CC at least) when Toya and then later Shoto make it to high school and start showing off their own skills and drawbacks. Fuyumi and Natsuo get a lot less attention, though both did participate in UA’s Sports Festivals during their time so there’s at least confirmation about them using Ice.

So yeah that might not fully factor into everyone’s perceptions at first.

[haebeomsleftbuttcheek]

I can’t believe it that users made another post - the “Natsuo and Touya are the hidden abusers” user 😂🤣 this time though Shouto is their victim - link!

I cannot stop laughing at this take, and I’ve screenshot some of their paragraphs!

This is hilarious:

So, 5yr old Shouto stomping his feet, crying and thumping his fists up & down while trying to defend his mother a literal child is getting violent? Even though he never physically attacked his father, and even then he was doing it in an act of defence hardly physical abuse!

So Shouto’s the abuser now 🤨 how ridiculous! Somehow Shouto acknowledging his negative actions still as a minor is a little too late 😂🤣 :

Then realising your mistake as a 46yrs old adult is centuries too late, and I guess Shouto shouldn’t bother acknowledging his own actions then?! Because it’s toooo late 😒!

This is crazy:

Rei scarring Shouto was one of his most traumatic events during his childhood, and it’s understandable he had worries of visiting her. She poured boiling water on his face, and he had walked in on her saying she couldn’t raise him anymore due to his father’s abuse. Also I’m sorry what?! Enji’s done more for Rei’s recovery? Enji sending more letters? 😂🤣 please Shouto was the one who started seeing Rei again first(well Fuyumi and Natsuo probably are but still), and spent his time writing letters to his mother. Shouto has done a lot for his mother, and Enji only started when he started his atonement arc….which was after Shouto started to see his mother again!

Oh also some of the post sounds very victim blamey, and like they’re trying so hard to make it “uwu poor endeavor”-ish! “He goes out of his way to glare at Enji.” 😂🤣 oh poor Enji how will he survive the glare of his son! Also the “he doesn’t protest at 5yrs old, doesn’t protest at 6yrs old, doesn’t protest at 8yrs old” in concern of Enji abusive training much to aggressive for a young child is absolutely ridiculous 🤦‍♀️ for many reasons but one of them is the literal power dynamics there is against Shouto you know? As he was a literal child up against a full grown man.

[drstonetrivia]

Chapter 224 Trivia

Happy birthday Senku! He's finally in space! 🎉🚀

We can see the approximate distance to Treasure Island from the mainland in this shot, the only other indication of where the island is is in the (non-canon) Reboot side story. My guess is the exact island used is Aogashima.

Another summary of the journey, this time including prehistory. We have depictions from the most recent ice age (though could be later, mammoths and sinomegaceros were around for a while afterwards, even in Japan), early civilization similar to Ishigami Village, and ancient Rome.

For the parts present in the manga itself, I've added the chapter numbers to each of the panels.

The books Senku has here are "General Chemistry" and "たのしい 科学" ("Fun Science"). The latter may be a reference to a children's science education book series named "たのしい! 科学のふしぎ なぜ?どうして?" ("Fun! The Mysteries of Science: Why? How?").

We get a glimpse of the docking system here. Possibly based off the SSVP, as it was used with almost all the Soyuz craft and Russian space stations to connect modules.

This docking area then opens up, becoming the transfer tunnel so astronauts can enter/exit.

I suppose the astronauts were completely naked in their space suits so that when the revival fluid is released, their skin will definitely get touched?

I can't think of any other reason for it, but it does make the previous chapter funnier.

Senku's petrification scars are now fully healed!

(Stanley's are too, poor Xeno is the only one with them now.)

The mystery of how Stanley is meant to use these "cigarettes" remains.

These belts are the middle part of the external space suit, so it's probably how the top and bottom parts are locked in. After they change, they tighten the fabric inside so that it stays attached to them.

I'm not entirely sure why they need it, since current space suits usually just attach the top to the bottom directly.

They're using both CRT and LCD screens. My guess is the LCDs are more convenient (it's easier to display things from computer->LCD than it is to a CRT, also text is more legible due to the pixels), but they still have several CRTs from earlier so they may as well use them too.

Stanley asks about their oxygen supply, meaning they may be limited until the rocket is assembled. Normally, there's recycling systems onboard to collect waste products and convert it into clean air or water, but Stanley and Xeno's discussion makes me think they don't have one.

Obviously, the astronauts have new outfits, but they don't seem to follow any previous astronaut outfits depicted in the series.

Senku's popped collar is still present, but now he lacks his signature equation.

Stanley's outfit changed the least, it remains form-fitting and solid black, with white gloves.

Oddly, Kohaku is still wearing a dress in space, but it's a lot neater and more modern than her previous roughly-hemmed one. She's also got both long socks and boots without a heel.

The spray dryer does a similar preservation process to what they did when freeze-drying ramen, however this process is better for foods (and pharmaceuticals) that are sensitive to temperature.

Here, they dry a liquid (like ramen broth) using a hot gas, turning it into a powder.

In true Francois fashion, the ramen packets made by them contain more meat and garnishes than the ones Byakuya ate. They're also visibly more delicious-looking.

Without regular boosts, the ISS would fall to Earth in around 6 months, however this number can vary a lot depending on atmospheric conditions and the relative angle/position of the ISS to the direction of travel.

Basically, unless someone/something continued to control it almost immediately, the ISS is definitely gone.

(Rei didn't, the Reboot isn't canon.)

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 Fortuna: Chapter Fifteen

Fortuna: Born with what seemed to be the worst luck in the world, you have managed to get into, and out of, life-threatening situations all your life. That is until the plague of 1514. You had escaped Mother Death countless times before, but not this time. Mother Death has taken a liking to you, and with your kindling relationship, you become that which historians whisper about. You are the great Fortuna, Goddess Incarnate of luck, and ruler over fortune and fate. No one could have anticipated what your ties with Death would bring you: Pain. Torture. Death. Love.

Warnings: Explicit Langauge, Explicit Content (Unprotected Sex is a No No), Pillow Talk, You Get Married Naked I Guess…

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x ImmortalSpanish!Reader, Reader’s nickname is Fortuna. Fortuna is the Roman Goddess of personified luck and ruler over fortune and fate.

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The fireplace crackled, sending little embers into the cold room. But you were far from cold lying on the furs stretched out in front of the blazing inferno. No, you were currently wrapped up in Morpheus’s embrace, half of your body slung across his after your lovemaking. He had his arms cradling your body and stroking your back like he had used to, only this time your skin was not smooth. It had taken some convincing on his part for you to allow this action. You felt so self-conscious about your ruined skin, but Morpheus had made a point to roll you onto your stomach and repeatedly kissed your skin. He hadn’t let you up until you promised to stop being so hard on yourself for surviving. Then he had maneuvered you half on top of him so he could still feel your body, even though your legs were straddling his and you were surely getting the mess clinging to your cunt and thighs on him. Making love was a messy activity but Morpheus was not going to let anything get in between him and his beloved queen. How many decades had he yearned for the touch of your skin on his, the weight of your body on top of him? You were still too thin, with no fat on your body to cushion the points of your bones or to plumpen your figure. He would fix that. 

“Will you tell me everything that happened to you, my queen?” Morpheus gently asked, his free hand coming up to take your chin and brush your puffy lips. You leaned your head back to look at him, your eyes reflecting your thoughts on the subject. You wanted to avoid talking about your trauma at all costs, not for your sake, but his. But at the same time, did he not deserve to know? He was to be your husband, and you didn’t want to start a marriage with secrets. So your resolve wilted and the fingers you had pressed into his chest, curled. 

“I do not wish to cause you any more pain by revealing what I have suffered, but you deserve to know and I do not wish to keep any secrets from you, mi rey.” You told him honestly, your lips pressing together nervously. Morpheus brushed his thumb along your lower lip, keeping you from chewing it up in anxiety. Staring into his patient eyes, you told him of what happened to you from the moment you woke up, to the first Abbess, you told him about Julian and how he had wished to marry you. You told him about how the nuns used to whip your back, trying to rid you of your demon. You told him that eventually, you had decided to whip yourself, for at least you could control how hard the whip struck your skin. You admitted that the scars on your thighs were from a circe the nuns had you wear for longer periods to ‘control’ your demonic state. By the time you were explaining how you had escaped, your voice was at a whisper, your heart felt raw, and you had tears in your eyes. His fingers brushed the hot bullets away before they could strike. 

Morpheus didn’t say anything for the longest of time after you had fallen into silence, instead, he chose to hold your body against his in a tighter grasp. It was like he was fighting an internal battle.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this,” You finally uttered, your lips trembling. “I never wanted you to see me so broken and damaged. That’s why I went to Hob first.” Morpheus shifted his grasp on your face to a firmer one. 

“Y/N, it is my greatest wish that you never try to hide yourself or your injuries from me. I will never think less of you for surviving such hostility.” Morpheus spoke to you, his eyes echoing his words. You raised an eyebrow. 

“Is that why you are so insistent on me being your queen?” Morpheus smirked at your little jab and pushed his fingers across your jaw to caress your throat. 

“I’ve wanted you to be mine long before I first took you.” He admitted. Your eyes widened a fraction at his admission and your cheeks flushed. He had wanted you to be his before he had even kissed you? Just how long had he cradled you within his arms, always making sure that you were warm enough and protected from the eyes of the guards? You didn’t get a chance to question him further before he pulled your lips to his. 

He couldn’t help it. You looked so ethereal in the firelight, heat surging beneath your skin. It certainly didn’t help that Morpheus refused to let your body drift away from his, refused to let your skin depart from his own. His lips glided over yours, all too easily urging your own to part. He swept into your mouth with an explosion of sensation and bliss. You softly moaned, your body burning once more at the memory of his atop yours. The taste of his mouth nourished your heart further until you felt like it might combust from love. You softly moaned his name, your fingers stoking his face with adoration. Yet again, you marveled at how smooth and marble-like Morpheus’s skin was. Morpheus raised his hand, taking your left hand and shifting his lips from yours, to press kisses against your palm. You breathed heavily, your eyes staring at Morpheus’s face. Your need to have him was consuming you once more. 

Something wrapped around one of your fingers on the hand Morpheus was pressing kisses against. 

Your eyes flickered from his face to your entwined hands, and you saw a ring now graced your ring finger. You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. 

“Feeling the need to mark what is yours, mi rey?” You whispered, pressing your lips against his jaw. Morpheus chuckled at your words, moving on to your wrist. Your fingers twitched at the sensations. Then you felt Morpheus’s other hand running down your side and slipping to the inside of your thigh. He teased his fingertips along your sticky thigh.

“I believe I already have,” Morpheus replied, his lips moving against your sensitive skin at the underside of your wrist. Your breath caught in your throat when his fingers stroked your swollen and aching folds. It wasn’t hard to figure out what he was insinuating. Morpheus had marked you thoroughly with his seed. In fact, he had made love to you over and over until you were a trembling, tender mess. You hadn’t been able to keep your eyes open. Morpheus had clearly staked his claim to you, but you wanted to make your own. So with a quickness that genuinely took your Endless lover by surprise, you swung your leg resting between his, over his hips, and raised your body until you were perched on Morpheus’s pelvis. A pleased smile was stretched across your lips. 

“Fair point, mi rey, so I think I should get my turn… yes?” You loftily offered, your fingers pressing against his chest. Morpheus raised an eyebrow and smirked back at you, his hands coming to rest on the top of your thighs. 

“You may use me as you see fit, my queen.” Staring into his eyes, you lovingly ran your fingers over his chest, a thrill humming in your veins. Your lips then twitched. 

“You might wish you hadn’t given me that freedom,” You warned him, Morpheus’s eyes started glowing silver as you wiggled and ground your cunt down onto his cock. You felt him harden and jump beneath you, and your smirk widened. Lucky for Morpheus, you weren’t interested in tormenting him. You simply went in for the kill. Your knees sunk into the furs beneath you both and lining up his cock with your swollen and well-used cunt, you sank onto him. You then hissed at the raw feeling of his cock stretching your abused walls back apart. Once your body sank all the way down, his cock buried to the hilt, you let out the breath you had been holding. 

“Don’t hurt yourself, my queen,” Morpheus purred smugly while your body struggled to once again accommodate his size. You shot him a dirty look before pushing a hand up his chest, your fingers tiptoed across his chin. 

“Like you could ever hurt me in the first place, Morpheus,” You whispered to him, knowing full well that he would rather destroy himself than ever be the cause of your pain. Closing your eyes, you slowly began to ride your king, your husband, feeling the addicting rapture of his cock deep within your body. Morpheus moved his hand from your thigh to your hip, then to your breast. He wanted to seal his lips over your gently heaving breasts, nibble at the soft flesh, suckle at your nipple, lavish and bathe in the softness of your body… but you were in control right now. He’d take whatever you were inclined to give. 

The raw sensation his cock caused as you rose and fell slowly disappeared as a hot, pulsating feeling surged within your cunt and abdomen. It pounded with intrinsic need, you didn’t just want Morpheus, you needed him. Morpheus softly groaned, your walls clenching around his cock, hot and wet, sucking him back into your body every time you rose upwards. You clasped your hand over the one roughly palming your breast, your fingers weaving with larger ones and clinging tightly. Morpheus couldn’t bare it anymore and sat upwards, wrapping his free arm around your back and bucking his hips into yours. You cried out as his cock plunged deep into your body, brushing against sore spots. Your body pulsated and flexed, eager to have a response from your ministrations. Traitor, you were supposed to be staking your claim! Oh well, you and your body wanted him and it didn’t matter who was in charge. 

You wrapped your arms around Morpheus’s neck and returned your lips to his. While your mouth locked with his, your fingers tangled into his obsidian strands, nails scraping his scalp. Morpheus’s cock hit a spot within your body that forced all of the oxygen from your lungs and for a moment all you could do was throw your head back and wheeze. He took this moment to kiss your throat, sink his teeth into your flesh, mark you up further. 

“La vida estaría vacía sin ti,” (Life would be empty without you.) You moaned out, basking in the unbridled tension and pleasure that surged around your bodies. Your legs shook beneath you, threatening to give out altogether, you had to rely on Morpheus’s hands and body to keep the rhythm of thrusts. When your entire body started quivering, nearly on the cusp of yet another orgasm, you started clawing at his shoulders. Morpheus began goading you to let go, to embrace your pleasure, to fall apart within his arms. You wanted to drag this out, extend your shared pleasure, but your body was far too swollen and sensitive to comply with your wants. 

“Come for me, my queen,” He continued his urges, lips pressing the spot on your neck that drove you crazy. Your body tensed and shook as another electric wave of pleasure sparked through your veins, threatening to overtake you. “Give in to your desires, Y/N,” At his purr of your birth name, you choked and froze, momentarily ceasing your fight against the tension roaring in your veins. That was all it took. Your body erupted in white-hot pleasure, splintering your thoughts and ripping your consciousness from your physical body for a few moments. Morpheus followed shortly behind you, your walls clenching around his twitching cock in a torturous manner. Once more your body was being filled with his seed, but you were too far gone to react. Your arms were limp as they hung off Morpheus’s shoulders and your legs were numb. 

Gently stroking a hand down your back, Morpheus called your name, peering down at your head which rested on his shoulder. Your only response was a soft low moan, thick with the aftershocks of pleasure. Morpheus chuckled and laid back down, cradling your body carefully on top of his. Several minutes passed before you managed to open your eyes, but only just. 

“Why do you make it so hard to think straight?” You complained against his shoulder.

“Apologies, my queen,” Morpheus said to you, not the very least apologetic while watching the flickering firelight illuminating your marked skin. You huffed at him once more and wiggled your body, getting comfortable. Your husband, as you were quickly coming to find out, was very comfortable to sleep on.

You woke up in bed still wrapped up in Morpheus’s arms. You were still naked as if he’d have you against him any other way, and still on him as well. Perhaps in the eleven years of captivity you shared, he had gotten a little too used to holding you naked within his arms. 

“You suggest that I have been spoiled by you?” Morpheus’s soft voice rumbled above you. Your lips twitched and you didn’t bother to smother the soft giggle as your wrapped your arms around his torso and snuggled your face into his chest. 

“Oh quite so, mi rey,” You happily murmured, enjoying the aches that were very apparent in your body. You had wanted Morpheus so bad, and you had hadhim, at the expense of your muscles. Morpheus, even with the absurd insinuation of him being spoiled, couldn’t help but smile at your teasing. He had missed your teases, your effervescent smiles, the clear happiness you exuded just from living. But as much as he wished to remain with you, Morpheus did have to return to his duties. You didn’t complain when he extracted himself from your arms, you were getting quite the view of his body. Morpheus had a body that was more otherworldly than human, you could spend years staring at him and still be amazed… but then he had to go and cover himself up! Morpheus chuckled at your pout. 

“I will not be conducting my business bare, my queen.” He reminded you. “It would hardly be proper and you know it.” You couldn’t help but quip back as you rolled onto your back with a sigh. 

“Shame,” You sighed as if it were the greatest tragedy in the universe. Morpheus, dressed in his usual attire, walked over to the side of your bed and looked down at you with an amused look. “I digress, if you must cover-up, so be it...” Morpheus brushed his fingers over your ruffled hair and let the backs of his fingers trail down the side of your face. 

“Will you be alright by yourself?” He softly asked. You blinked at him, your face turning more serious. Then you tilted your head to the side in consideration. You hadn’t thought much about what you were going to do past finding Hob, and then potentially Morpheus… but now that everything was settled and right in your life once more, you ought to do what you were given immortality for. Wander. But then you remembered a promise you had made to yourself long ago. 

“I think I need to return to the Waking World,” You spoke, your eyes finding silver blue once more. “I need to keep a promise I made to myself long ago.” Morpheus could understand you wanting to keep your promise, but he didn’t like the thought of you venturing into such a world by yourself. His proceeding frown was a clear indication. 

“My beloved,” Morpheus started. “I do not think kindly to the thought of you wandering by yourself.” You blinked at him and raised an eyebrow. The two of you stared at each other for a few moments, a silent exchange going on. Morpheus sighed and gave in. “I will send someone to accompany you, Y/N, but please, do not wander by yourself.”

“As you wish, mi rey,” You answered, stretching your limbs out and trying not to wince as your body protested the movements. Morpheus, content that you would not wander alone, departed from your side with one last kiss. You stayed in bed, still feeling quite tired from the previous night's activities, for a little while longer. Your left hand felt a little heavier now that you wore a physical ring on your fingers. Sighing out, you slowly removed yourself from your bed and got to your feet. The effects of your lovemaking became very apparent upon standing up and you were quick to materialize clothes on your body when you spotted the physical evidence. “Dios mío, you are a thorough lover, mi rey.” 

Moving around your room to neaten the space up, you periodically overstretched and found out the hard way which muscles you had overused. It was embarrassing, to say the least. You were in the middle of flipping through a few pages of a book you had found when there was a rustle of wings, and a raven swopped into the room. 

“Oh, hello,” You greeted, examining the raven that was clearly not Matthew. “I don’t believe we have met.” 

“No ma’am,” The raven chirped in reply, shuffling her wings. “Lord Morpheus sent me to be your raven… which I have no idea what that means because I haven’t even been a raven for five minutes.” Your eyebrow rose in confusion. “My name is Aela, it’s nice to meet you and I have a feeling this job has a steep learning curve.” You chuckled. 

“Pleasure to meet you, Aela,” You greeted, materializing your traveling coat. “I believe you are merely to be my companion, as my husband can track me that way.” 

“Sounds a little sexist,” Aela muttered before hopping to attention. “Or— or he’s just really concerned?” You snorted and rolled your eyes. 

“He’s worried that I will get into trouble by myself and he won’t be able to find me.” You told her. “We were forcibly separated for 95 years and I fear he will be overprotective of me for the next few decades… despite my ability to handle myself just fine.” The raven bobbed her head and you clapped your hands together. “It’s time for me to make a trip home to Spain, Aela, shall we be going?”

“Hell yes, ma’am!” Aela chirped, flapping her wings and gliding over to perch on your shoulder. “I’ve never been to Spain!” Smiling, you focused on your power and transported yourself and Aela from The Dreaming to your destination. You appeared in front of the ancient church that still stood in the heart of Rhonda, and looked up at the old flaggen stones. Rather than enter the church, you walked around to the side to enter the graveyard and made your way to the back. “Wow, this place looks old.” 

“It is,” You explained softly, following the well-cared-for path to the older section. “My parents were buried here in the 1500s. The church has stood longer.” While Aela continued to preen and peck about the oldness of the graveyard, you came to a stop in front of the little tombs that marked your parent's graves. “How old are you, ma’am?” 

“527,” You answered, your eyes noting that the tombs, while old and faded, were weedless and free of grime and moss. “Hob, the other immortal, is even older than I.” Those numbers were mind-blowing to your raven, and as she threw a fit, you walked towards the church. You entered the old building and found yourself slowly walking down the main aisle. Aela quieted on your shoulder, her eyes swiveling as she took in the sights. The church was overwhelming if you were new to it. A man dressed as a modern priest approached you with a smile, then bent his head in a small bow. 

“Welcome home, Goddess Fortuna,” You smiled. 

Date Published: 2/5/23

Last Edit: 2/5/23

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TRUE ENDING (Fujieda’s route) SPOILERS AHEAD

My personal thoughts!!!

I just want to say that after completing the route any other routes will make me feel incomplete. Again, because I originally just wanted to play for Rei I didn’t expect for the game to tie all the routes plot lines in a nice complete bow. And because of that this route was the most captivating to watch. The mystery, flashbacks, Towa’s nightmare truly captured audience attention and kept them glued to the screen, atleast it did for me (I straight up binged played this one fully sooo). Towa truly shines in this, because — duhh— he is the primary focus. Now after knowing the whole past, you can kind of reflect and see the way all of his actions in the present formulate as a way of coping mechanism. These self destructive tendencies, also the sexual drive (might also reflected as a way of reacting to the trauma), and the gravitation towards violence kind of reflected heavily in the route. Also I kind of wanna say the change in mechanics in the “interrogations” were aaaa they gave me chills the whole Towa manipulation for Sakaki in the last showdown really gave me goosebumps. That reminds me when Towa’s memories of his mom are revealed and we finally see the whole thing with glitching screen in red, that was insanely well made, like the related word over and over again and the way goosebumps prickled my skin after she spoke was so intense. Again I wanna say that this route was truly the most well thought and kept me on my toes :)

Now to Fujieda himself, I just wanna say I love him. The only thing that I didn’t like and probably everyone also hates that about him (or I guess the authors for doing that) is well that rape scene. The scene came out of nowhere, I even made side notes when I reacted to it (the progression in my disbelief of this scene). I have no idea even why Nitro+Chiral added it because after knowing Fujieda past itself it doesn’t really makes sense for his character. At least, in the Madarame’s route it is pretty in character because just based on his character of course he would do fucked up shit, you know. But for Fujieda it doesn’t even makes sense like it just happened and it has not affected Towa (as Towa himself said it), didn’t do anything it was just there. I wish they could just delete the scene would have been so much better.

Towa even voiced my thoughts about it

Yeah, but not looking at that scene I wanna say that this character as how the chapter says is an equal to Towa, from their respective scars and childhood abuse, and the way Fujieda carried himself, showcased him as dependable and a very suitable fit for Towa. He didn’t save Towa. As he said it himself they were a support for one another, a push in helping each to do better and be strong. Equals in every aspect of that way, the whole conversation during Towa attempted suicide really showcased how Fujieda sees through him (that whole scene was really a rollercoaster of emotions 😭)

Especially this line really struck a course for me

Yeah, overall those meaningful conversations with Fujieda really made me love his route a lot.

The last scenes with the diary fucking made me sob 😭, the beach scene really made me smile (the way Towa was finally somewhat at peace and can now learn to do stuff he has missed in his childhood), and the painting really put changes in how Towa perceived things. That was really beautiful, I am really satisfied with the ending and happy for Towa, of course.

Oh well I could talk a lot about it and probably point out more things that I enjoyed but it would be too long of a rant.

With it I am done.

I will probably finish Fujieda’s bad route and look at other cg’s, but as of now I am done.

I will soooo miss knowing this for the first time.I am so glad I didn’t spoiler myself majorly for any route as this experience would probably not be the same if I did.

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Still thinking about Misaki/Miri's mom. She was trying her best to be a good parent, damn it. I wanted the cast to arrive at a co-parenting solution that works for her and Rei and Kazuki alike.

Bc yeah, sure, sending out a kid alone to her dad in the intro wasn't exactly safe. But maybe it seemed safer than leaving her around a cabaret manager from hell. Maybe she broke down after the cancer diagnosis. Maybe leaving the kid with her dad seemed like the only way for her to be provided for after her death. And it's worth noting that kid's dad was a human trafficker and otherwise a horrible human being, so I do unfortunately have a horrible "how your bio dad met your mom" backstory in the back of my head. So maybe there was a metric ton of trauma involved too.

And yet she was clearly trying to be a good parent. Miri always seemed to be well-adjusted, so I'm guessing she was shielded from the realities of the night-life district. Misaki still clearly tried to make time for her, given the bit where she taught her to sing. And she clearly put a lot of thought and effort into dressing her before the age when you'd think about fashion.

And yet she still wanted to be the ideal parent before the cancer ended her. Even made sure to wear a turtleneck around the house so that Miri couldn't see her neck scar. Even splurged for a nicer steak, even though she was out of work after losing her singing voice.

So, yeah, I felt for the character and saw red when the hitman arrived. Bc ultimately, she was trying to make a change, just like our two protagonists. Except she knew there was a chance that she might not see the effort through. And then it all got yanked from her even earlier than she expected.