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writersmorgue · 3 years ago

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Nightmare Material

15+ for graphic descriptions of violence, blood, and gore

can be read as slash or platonic

not proofread

“SHUT UP DEKU! OH MY GOD, CAN YOU BE QUIET FOR FIVE FUCKING MINUTES?!”

The common room goes silent.

“Woah, Bakubro, he just asked if you were busy,” Kirishima chuckles nervously.

Katsuki looks over to Deku who, as expected, already has tears welling in his eyes.

“Shitty crybaby, of course I’m busy can’t you fuckin’ see? Go bother someone who cares.”

Deku sniffles like the pathetic little child that he is, and nods, “Ok Kacchan.”

“Fuckin’ annoying ass-” Katsuki mutters, ignoring the glares as he stomps out of the room. Taking the stairs two at a time before slamming the door shut behind him, imagining the flinches of his classmates as he does so.

Fuck that fucking nerd, always looking down at him. Asking him for help on math of all things, when he fuckin’ knows that’s Katsuki’s worst subject. Fuck him.

The little shit shouldn’t even be here, he’s not on Katsuki’s level. Just gonna get himself killed.

After a few minutes of grumbling into his pillow, there’s a knock at Katsuki’s door, followed by a meek, “Blasty?”

He groans dramatically and flops over onto his back, propelling himself up with a few controlled explosions.

“Fuckin’ what-” He swings the door open and comes face to face with the entire idiot squad.

Sero, Kirishima, Mina, and Kaminari all stand in front of him, Sero nervously wringing his hands, Kaminari avoiding eye contact, and Kirishima giving him a look.

Mina steps to the front of them, patting Kirishima’s shoulder as she does so.

“Blasty, you really gotta stop.” She stares him straight in the eyes, not backing down no matter how hard he glares.

“Stop fuckin’ what.”

Kirishima places a hand on Mina’s chest, stalling her step forward into Katsuki’s space. “You know what, Bakugo.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes, “Oh please, like the little shit can’t handle some yelling. I’ve seen discount hot topic make his ears bleed-”

“This isn’t about Jirou. This is about you. You need to sort your shit out.” Sero’s frowning, a rare sight.

“Oh?” Katsuki quirks an eyebrow, “Or what?”

There’s a tense silence before Kaminari sniffs. “Or- or we won’t be your friends anymore!!” He stutters, bottom lip wobbling.

The rest of the group nods, one by one giving him a last glance.

Katsuki stands there for a few minutes, mainly thinking, but also fuming

How dare they treat him like that, like trash. He’s not trash, and he’s not the bad guy. He’s just trying to save Deku before it’s too late. Stupid idiot won’t last a day in the hero business, even with his new freak quirk. All it’s good for is hurting the nerd.

“Stupid Deku and his stupid protection squad, fuckin’ blind idiots.” He grumbles, slamming the door and returning to his lair.

He changes his clothes, resigning himself to finishing his weekend at the gym instead of on next week’s homework.

Bakugo stomps through the common room on the way to their practice room, a few of his classmates shoot him glares but he’s ignored for the most part. Something noticeably purposeful since he’s not exactly being quiet. Even Kirishima refuses to acknowledge his presence.

Yeah, that hurts.

He runs for two hours, lifts for one, and finishes with core for thirty minutes before his post-workout cooldown ritual. Thoroughly satiated and tired to the bone, he heads back to his dorm. Ignored this way too, he doesn’t bother saying goodnight to anyone. Not that he would usually. Not that he misses Ashido’s “Night blasty!!” on his way up the stairs.

He doesn’t give a shit.

He scrubs at his body with his last bits of energy and brushes his teeth half dead on his feet. Exhausted, he flops down on his bed and passes out almost immediately.

…

Someone’s screaming.

Katsuki lunges toward Shigaraki, whose hand barely grazes Izuku’s neck.

Izuku? When did he ever call the nerd something other than-

“DEKU!!!” Oh, he was the one screaming. He blasts himself forward and pushes Izuku out of the way, his dusted skin flaking off into the breeze as green hair skids to a stop on the ground below.

“Damn BRAT-” Shigaraki mutters, angrily scrunching his hand in mid-air before turning his attention to Katsuki. “YOU.” He points a cracked, pointed finger at Katsuki.

“Yeah, what are you gonna do about it old man?” He snorts, preparing his arms to blast again, he can feel the resistance from his last jump.

“You saved the little shit,” Shigaraki mutters to himself, nails dragging roughly down his neck, “must have a relationship, must be close to my enemy. Must die-”

Katsuki raises his hand, palms crackling in defiance, but he’s geared to go anyway.

Nothing happens.

“Fuck goddamnit!” His one fucking chance to get a drop on the guy and he’s out of juice? Fucking really?!

He’s so caught up in his fury he doesn’t notice the mad glint in the enemy’s eye. The way he smiles brokenly, bloody tongue barely peeking out.

“Poor little hero.” He mutters.

Katsuki jerks his head up just in time to see five fingers inches away from his face.

Well, this was fun.

“KATSUKI-” There’s pressure on his side and he falls, belatedly realizing he was pushed out of the way.

He looks hits the ground hard, hearing the reverberated snap of his ankle as it breaks.

“FALL HERO!! FALL BEFORE ME! YOUR NEW GO-”

Shigaraki falls to the ground as Todoroki whacks him over the head with a piece of rebar.

HIs normally stoic expression is frantic, he’s got fresh tears streaking down his face, and his forehead is covered in dried blood.

He tears his eyes away from the downed villain as Kirishima comes to cuff him, and screams in anguish at the sight of Izuku- Something Katsuki is still trying to wrap his head around.

A startled, almost pained sound escapes Katsuki as he half limps, half runs towards his best friend.

...best friend?

“IZUKU!”

Izuku has long since crumbled to his knees, clutching what remains of the left side of his face. Still slowly crumbling away. Blood pours down his arm and neck, making it difficult to see, but the sight of his eye frantically widening as Katsuki sits next to him is enough.

He removes his hand and sobs, throwing himself onto Katsuki.

“Eih- hgo-” He chokes, blood soaking Katsuki’s own suit as he rocks them both.

“Shh, it’s okay, Izuku.” He whispers, making eye contact with a sobbing Todoroki, who nods in approval.

“Izuku you’re gonna be fine.” The shock has yet to remove itself from Katsuki’s voice, and his words are filled with cracks and sobs, but he hopes it’s what Izuku needs.

“Aa- aah” Izuku’s broken kacchan followed by a fresh flow of blood down Katuski’s neck.

“I love you, Izuku. It’s gonna be alright.”

Izuku whimpers, clutching onto the blond’s neck for dear life.

And then he goes limp.

Katsuki’s eyes bug out, and he pulls Izuku arm’s length away. The gruesome sight that greets him is one he’ll never forget.

Izuku’s left eye hangs loosely down the side of his mangled cheekbone and jaw. Katsuki can see teeth starting to crumble as the decay works its way through his face. His nose is completely exposed, with no flesh left. No cute freckles. No scrunch when he smiles. And his other eye, possibly the worst part, stares lifelessly at Katsuki. The last remnants of tears make their way down his face.

He looks… terrified.

He died scared in the arms of his abuser. Someone who never even apologized to him. For fucking anything. Some vile part of Katsuki reminds him.

He saved me because I couldn’t do my fucking job.

He thrusts Izuku’s lifeless body into Shouto’s arms, who lets out a heartwrenching sob. Katsuki scrambles back, and can vaguely register the sound of pink cheeks vomiting behind him.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-” becoming increasingly more desperate with each utterance of the word, “FUCK!” Kirishima comes up behind him, picking him off the dust-covered ground and holding him to his chest. “This is all my fault!!!” He wails, “He fucking saved me, I couldn’t- this isn’t right no no NO-”

“Shhhh Katsuki-” Eijirou soothes him through his own tears, always the constant in Katsuki’s life. Well, after Deku.

Deku Deku Deku.

Dead Deku.

Because of you.

Katsuki takes another good look at Deku’s face where Shouto had freaked and discarded him on the ground. The unnatural bend of his arms, the bloody drool escaping his parted- if you can even call that a mouth anymore, his eyes.

And he screams.

He screams and he screams and he screams until someone shakes him so hard he wakes up.

Wait-

“BAKUGO!!! WAKE UP PLEASE-” Shitty hair screams at him, shaking his shoulders desperately as he thrashes in his sheets.

He stills, staring up at Kirishima with a shocked expression.

“Wh-”

“You were having a nightmare,” Kirishima explains, gasping for breath like he just ran a marathon.

Katsuki looks to the doorway where half of the boys in their class stand, expressions varying from worried to shocked.

He looks back at Kirishima, a pitiful whimper escaping his throat, “It- it wasn’t real?”

Katsuki looks to the door, half expecting to see Izuku there.

Missing an ear, you can see his tongue through his cheek.

Katsuki gulps, “Where’s Izuku?” He murmurs into the quiet room.

“Izuku?” Someone in the hallway mutters.

“Uh,” Kirishima catches himself before he can say something dumb, “Izu?- Uh- Midoriya is probably in his room. Didn’t think you’d want him here, but he knows. You kinda woke up the whole dorm.”

Kirishima has barely finished the sentence before he’s jumping out of bed, pajamas be damned, and sprinting toward the stairs. When he gets to Izuku’s floor he makes a hard right, Icyhot shouting something about being nice behind him.

Katsuki can yell at him later.

Running gives him time to think, and the more Katsuki thinks the more he realizes that his nightmare might as well have been a prophecy. Izuku would pull some martyr shit like that, but it was only Katsuki’s fault in the first place that he was put in that situation. He’s the only one to blame. Izuku had done everything right, and Katsuki managed to fuck it up.

Hollow socket, tendons hanging, blood turning his green suit a muddied brown.

Katsuki knocks on the door frantically, scared about what he’ll see when Izuku answers.

There’s some rustling from inside before Izuku peeks out, green curls messy from sleep.

“Wh- I thought Aoyama said you were having a nightmare.” His eyebrows furrow.

“I was,” Katsuki breathes, taking in how whole his rival is. “But it wasn’t real.”

He reaches out hesitantly and brushes an unruly lock of green out of Izuku’s left eye.

“Everything’s where it should be-” He chuckles almost in bewilderment.

He drags his fingers gently down Izuku’s cheek, tracing where the decay had rotted away skin, now whole.

A few of the classmates who followed him gasp in surprise when Katsuki clutches Izuku’s shoulders and buries his face in soft green hair. Completely breaking down as he sobs.

Izuku freezes, terrified of ruining the moment, even though he really wants to ask someone what the fuck is happening.

He gives Kirishima a questioning look as he hesitantly rubs along Katsuki’s back.

The redhead just shrugs.

“I’m sorry Izuku.”

Aaaand the damn breaks.

Izuku sobs as Katsuki clutches him tighter, their friends begin to awkwardly back out of the hallway after witnessing whatever that was.

“Wh- Kacchan?” He pulls away reluctantly, but he needs to see Katsuki’s face.

The blond’s eyes are red and puffy, same as his cheeks, but he’s dead serious.

“I’m so fucking sorry. You don’t deserve any of the shit I put you through, you’re a really good guy.” He heaves in a breath, “And- I know you’ll be a great hero someday.”

“Kacchan… why?”

Katsuki looks away, “I just- thought about some things,” He doesn’t mention that the thinking involved seeing his classmate’s bloodied corpse, “realized how full of myself I am. You really did just want help on that math homework, huh?” He huffs, shaking his head at his past self.

“I did. What else would I have wanted?”

Katsuki sniffs, angrily rubbing at his eyes, “I don’t know, Izuku. I’m a fucking idiot.”

Izuku smiles sadly, “All I’ve ever wanted is to be your friend, Kacchan.

The blond nods, “Yeah, I think I see that now. Can- can we still do that? Be friends?”

Izuku beams, rubbing his own tears away and pulling Katsuki into another tight hug.

“There’s nothing I want more, Katsuki.”

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weeb-writor · 4 years ago

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Do you still love me?

Hello lovelies! Today I am back with a angst piece but a happy ending don't fret too much! I was really thinking about making it end horribly or leaving it up to the readers imagination but I decided nahh i couldn't do that to my heart. So here Bakugou and his s/o who fell out of love??(or did they??) when then have a large family in the mix. I have also decided im kind of obsessed with domestic pieces lol, they are like more than half of all my posts. Anywho, reader is neutral hope you guys enjoy!

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Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

You and Bakugou call its quits not thinking of what it would do to your 5 kids who are stuck in the middle

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“Are we going to dad’s today?” Hiroyuki asked softly.

“Yeah, your going to spend the weekend with him, all of you.” You smiled at him.

“Can I bring Tokki?” He said looking at the ground already knowing your answer.

“We went over this last time baby, Daddy can't have pets at his new place and Tokki is a cat, he likes staying at home.” You said with a sigh. It really sucks that it came down to this, spend a week with you then a weekend with dad, then rinse repeat. Sometimes you even wondered if it was better. That’s what you and Bakugou told each other, I mean what else can you do when you fall out of love? You approached your car where all of your other children were waiting. You and Hiroyuki sat down and signaled the diver to go.

“We going to daddy’s right?” Kohana said as she bounced around in her seat. You booped her nose and nodded at her.

“Yay, daddy’s home!” Yoko said, clapping.

“Don't get excited Yoko, Dad’s probably busy. Were probably gonna be with Grandpa and Grandma.” Hiroyuki said playing with your fingers.

“You're so dramatic Yuki! Of course dad is busy! He is a Hero but he always makes time for us.” Your oldest said little explosion going off around her.

“Kaori.” You warned her with a stern voice. The little sparks calmed and she went back to quietly gazing out the window.

“Your dad is a hero and therefore busy but I know he is very excited to see you all and will spend all the time he has with you.” You smiled at them. They all smiled back before going back into relative silence. When you and Bakugou decided to have a big family you were ecstatic and so was he. This, however, wasn't what you imagined. A tiny rift right threw your family and it was growing bigger everyday. When you told the kids about the spilt they didnt say much and the youngest ones didnt even really understand but as they lived through it, they changed. They formed their own opinions about who’s fault it is and why it happened. And now they were splitting up, there was Kaori the eldest who didn't care too much, Yoko, and Kohana. At the opposite end was Hiroyuki, just him. Your fragile little boy who was so sure it was his dad’s fault. Saiyuri was too young to choose a side but all the change wasn't really helping the 11th month old baby.

“We have arrived.” The diver announced. You thanked him while getting everyone out of the seats and exiting the car. Bakugou lived in an apartment now at the tippy top of course. It was a long and loud elevator ride as your kids were antsy to see their dad. When it opened Bakugou was standing there waiting for them and was immediately met with an armful of girls.

“Daddy! I missed you so much!” Kohana said almost in tears.

“Misses Daddy.” Yoko echoed her sister.

“Yeah, I missed all you brats too, you better have been on your best behavior! You have to keep up the Bakugou reputation.” He teased them

“Of course we have! I'm still number one in my quirk development classes. Yuki has the best grades in all of his grade. Kohana is reading at a 3rd grade level already and Yoko and Saiyuri are everyone's favorite at the Daycare!” Kaori said with vigor.

“Yeah, your all Bakugou’s for sure.” He chuckled at them. He turned to talk to Hiroyuki but he was gone. You heard a door shut, he was probably already in his room.

“I've got homework to do dad and them we should do something all together!” Kaori said kissing his check before taking off. Her sisters followed her as usual.

“How long do you think he’ll be like that?” Bakugou asked you with a sigh.

“Honestly I don't know, it's not like I tell him awful things about you. Maybe it would have been better if we did cause then he would have one thing to be angry about, one event, It would be easier than him just being angry at you.” You said placing Saiyuri onto the ground to walk around.

“They’re so mature and smart I forget they’re so young. Hell we don't understand why it happened, you can't just pinpoint a time where you fell outta love, it’s gradual. So how can we expect them too.” Bakugou said, sounding in pain.

“Yeah, sucks they had to witness it. I’ve got to go meet up with someone but just… He thinks you’re going to call your parents and abandon them to do Hero work. I know you can't put off everything but I think he just wants to know that for once he can come first to you.” You said as you kissed Saiyoui’s forehead. You were about to enter the elevator when a weight crashed into you. You didn't have to look down too far to see Hiroyuki hugging you.

“Take care of Tokki, please.”

“Yes and you make sure you and your sisters behave for your dad.” He sighed but nodded at you. You gave him one last hair ruffle before leaving. You couldn't help but think this wasn't ever gonna get any easier. You sighed before heading to the next destination, a café to meet with a few of your friends.

“Y/N!” You heard a voice call to you as soon as you opened the door. You identified the voice as Mina.

“Mina! Long time no see!” You said giving her a hug.

“Y/n, dear come sit down.” Momo said smiling at you, you sat down with the group.

“How are you doing.” Mina asked you cautiously

“I’m surprisingly doing awful, I see Bakugou too much to truly get over him. The kids are still adjusting to us being apart and Hiroyuki has been really upset and distant. I thought breaking up would fix a lot but it just made everything worse.” You sighed out.

“Well of course it did!!!” Urakara whisper yelled.

“You and Bakugou called it quits way too soon! I've never seen someone handle Bakugou the way you do. I’ve never seen anyone love him like you. Hell Bakugou loves you so much it’s ridiculous! Do you remember when he was gonna put his hero work on hold because of Kaori! I’m sorry y/n but I’m not buying this fell out of love thing.” Deku rushed out.

“Mm I’d have to agree. If there is anything I’ve learned from being friends with Bakugou it’s that he never half ass anything and if he put time into it he’s gonna see it through till the end so, logically it doesn’t make sense.” Todoroki said quietly.

“Yeah so what’s your side of the story?” Mina asked carefully.

“I… loved him, you know and when we had kids it only intensified but now it’s different. Bakugou is a great dad don’t get me wrong but he’s absent and that was fine when it was just me, Kaori, Hiroyuki, and Kohana but now there is Yoko and Saiyuri. It’s hard when they all have different school times and different needs cause of their ages. It’s hard because I had to put part of my life on hold, I went to UA too and I was supposed to be one of the greatest support people out there, every agency would want me. But it was Bakugou’s dream first so I sacrificed it all in a heartbeat. Over the years he just got more busy and I got more left behind. I’m tired of waiting up till 3am to make sure he’s alright knowing I have to be up at 7 to get the kids ready for school. I… love him and I don’t want to argue with him and I could feel myself growing angry at him, feel myself growing resentful. So I brought it up under the disguise of “do you still love me” and he said No… so that was that and we were done the next week.” You said not meeting their eyes. They just looked at you with wide eyes.

“Y/n I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt like this.” Momo said softly.

“It’s fine, he is the love of my life and our kids are my everything so I would do it all again, just for them.” You smiled with a few tears cascading down your face.

“You haven’t tried to talk to him about this, you still love him, you guys can fix this.” Deku said almost mumbling.

“But he doesn’t love me and so there is nothing to talk about. Now come on let’s talk about something else. You can hear sob stories like mine anytime.” You waved them off. They were hesitant but the conversation did pick up about their lives and your time at UA, at least the happy parts. The rest of your two days without your kids were a blur. You just remember waking up with your phone going off a Monday.

“Hello is this Bakugou Y/n?” A women’s said. The title hurt just a bit.

“Yes it is.” You responded drowsily.

“I am very sorry you have to receive a call like this but your son Bakugou Hiroyuki has been rushed to the hospital, his sister did refuse to leave his side so she is there as well.” You were silent before hanging up and immediately calling Bakugou.

“What’s up?” He rushed out. He sounded panicked so he must have gotten a call too.

“I need you to pick up Yoko and Saiyuri.” You said rushing to put in on your clothes.

“What? But yuki is in the hospital, we’ve got to be there.” He said

“Yes but they are done with daycare in.” You paused to look at the clock on your way out the door. “A hour. If we don’t get them now we’ll have to leave him to get them.” You said finally in your car.

“Yeah and he would rather be with you than me…” he trailed off.

“I didn’t say that.” You rushed out

“You didn’t need to, I'll get them and be there as soon as I can.” He said hanging up. You sighed and continued your drive to the hospital. When you got there you rushed to the room where you looked in and saw your son unconscious and Kaori laying next to him.

“So he is going to be okay, we do want him to remain here for another day or two.” The doctor said to you, smiling.

“Okay but what’s wrong with him.”

“Well he hasn’t been eating or drinking or sleeping enough, especially for a boy experiencing his growth spurt. Pair that with how much he has been using his quirk in class and you have a pretty bad situation.” She said as if it was nothing to worry about.

“Uhhh okay so we just need to make sure he is eating and drinking right?” You said pacing a little.

“Yeah and I would figure out what made him stop. Your daughter was very adamant about it not being abuse just that there was something going on at home and he is trying to deal with it.” The doctor said as you froze thinking you did this to him.

“Just a divorce…” you trailed off.

“Yeah that will do it but I don’t need to know about it. It's your business just make sure to talk to him so you don’t end up back here.” She said before leaving, you let out a few tears before heading into the room. Noticing you, Kaori got up and was hugging you tighter than she ever had.

“Did you know he wasn’t taking care of himself?” You asked, stroking her hair. She shook her head no.

“I didn’t either, I didn’t know it was hitting him so hard… you know you can ask me about anything, tell me anything… me and your dad will always be in your corner.” You said lifting her chin so you gazed into her eyes.

“But you're both not in our corner anymore. You guys are in to different corners and it’s hard to keep up with two different houses and two different.. well everything’s.” She said looking away from you.

“I never meant to you guys to feel like this, I just…” You trailed off but before you could finish Hiroyuki tossed and turned in his bed.

“Yuki sweetie, can you hear me?” You said as you rushed to his side.

“Mmm.” He said, he’s eyes still shut in pain.

“Oh baby, i'm so sorry I didn't notice you were in pain. It’s never gonna happen again, okay? Do you need something?” You said stroking his hair, he hummed before falling back to sleep. You sighed and kissed his forehead.

“So whats up with him?” Bakugou rushed into the room with the girls in his arms.

“He hasn’t been eating, or drinking, or sleeping. So when he used his quirk it drained his body and he’s here for 1 or 2 more days.” You said eyes never leaving his.

“That's impossible, he was just with me… he… didn't eat very much.” He trailed off. You hummed at him understanding how he was felling as you missed the signs too.

“Hey, girls I texted Grandma and Grandpa and they said they miss you so much. So while we take care of Yuki how about you guys go see them, yeah? Mr. Yuri is waiting to take you.” You smiled at them. You see a fire rise in Kaori but it goes out quick as Bakugou ruffles her hair.

“Okay then, be good for them and don't cause too much trouble. Mr. Yuri will pick up Kohana, Kaori please explain what's happening to her. And don't worry, we’ll see you real soon.” You said waving the girls out of the room. When they were out of sight you and Bakugou visually deflated.

“Katsuki, how does this keep happening?” You asked him

“What?”

“How do things keep getting worse, first the break up, then the kids being mad at each other, Yuki’s anger at you, and now this.” You cried out.

“The break up was bad to you?” He asked voice cracking.

“Why wouldn't it be, Katsuki I know you don't love me anymore but I…” You trailed off

“Would you just spit it out dumbass! This is why we didn't work out because you never say shit. You just bottle it up and never lean on me or depend on me the way I do to you. You used to say “we're a team” all the time but in the last 2 years you haven't said it once. It was you who fell out of love with me so don't pretend like it was so hard for you.” He yelled at you.

“This is why we don't talk Katsuki, all you wanna do is yell and project all the feelings you bottle up from working so goddamn much. Of course it was hard on me and you would know why if you could drop your ego and talk to me like you can tolerate being around me or love me!” You yelled back at him but before the argument could turn into a big screaming match your sons voice rang out.

“Would you two just stop it…” He said weakly.

“Yuki, im sorry we shouldn't have been yelling even if you were asleep.” Bakugou said caressing his check. At the touch Hiroyuki let out the tears he’s been holding in.

“Its us isn't it?” He paused to look at you. “Me and my sisters… You had Kaori and me pretty young and you didn't really get to be young. You had all of us before you really got to live together just the two of you.. And Uncle Izuku and Auntie Urakara's relationship is doing fine even though they started to date around the same time as you, difference is they just started having kids like 4 years ago… Im 12 and Kaori is 13. So its us isnt?…” He said curling into himself.

“Kid, I'm not gonna lie to you, having you and Kaori at the ages we did was a nightmare. We were barely out of school, we lived with my parents for a while cause we didn't have jobs or a place of our own and even we did get one it was a shitty hole in the wall place but even at the young age of 19 we pulled our shit together and made it work so when you came a year later we were a lot more prepared. Yes we did miss out on a lot of things people our age did but we had you and Kaori and that was so much better than party’s and hangovers. Then we decided to have Kohana, Yoko, and Saiyuri and you all make us so happy. You all have nothing, not a damn thing to do with what's going on between me and y/n. If we ever made you feel like you did we didn't mean to. We love you so much and I am so sorry if we ever made it seem like it was your fault.” Bakugou said, eyes boring into Hiroyuki’s. Hiroyuki looked at you and you nodded to show you agreed with Bakugou.

“Don't ever forget how much we love you, okay? Now you should eat, we’ll get you anything you want.” You said wiping your tears with a smile.

“If it's not too much trouble, I want you and dad’s spicy pork curry and you guys should take some to the girls.” He said drowsily.

“But in order to make that we both would have to leave since it's a meal we make together… we couldn't leave you here alone.” You said mostly to yourself before any could say anything else a new voice was heard entering the room.

“You guys go talk and make him some food, ill stay with him. I didn't watch you guys terribly flirt and kiss everywhere just for it to end over some miscommunications.” Aizawa said as he took the seat next to Hiroyuki. Aizawa had remained close with a lot of students from 1A, becoming like a second dad but he had been extra close with you and Bakugou. When Kaori came into the equation he was like a nanny to her and it only increased when Hiroyuki was born, the two having a really strong bond so neither you or Bakugou was shocked he showed up.

“Okay, then old man. Watch my kid.” Bakugou said, grabbing your hand and pulling you away. You almost forgot what his calloused hand felt like. He drug you to his car and the car ride was mostly silent. The talking began when you began to cook in the house you used to share.

“Do you love me?” You asked as you cut pork

“Yes, I love you. I never stopped, I am in love with you y/n. Today I love you more than yesterday but less than tomorrow.” He said slicing onions.

“Then why did you say that, say that you didn't love me.”

“Because I could see it, you don't look at me the same. We don't talk the way we used to. I don't want to string you along and make you hate being with me, because I love you more than life itself. And I was scared that one day you would wake up and you wouldn't need me and realize how easy it would be to leave me. That it would be my fault we ended because I was so focused on me I didn't see your pain. Scared that I would wake up and gaze into your eyes and find no love or joy in them. So I decided to let you go… I was thinking we just needed a break but you suggested a divorce and I agreed because I would do anything to make sure you keep that beautiful smile of yours. Even if you weren't smiling at me anymore… do you..” He said calmly, growing more emotional with each word.

“Yea, I never ever stopped. I was just tired, I am tired. But I want nothing more than for us to work… we can get through this, can't we?” You asked cautiously.

“Of course we can, we are Bakugous, we can do whatever the hell we want. And it will be different this time, we’ll talk about things and communicate better, I swear. I aint seeing a shrink though.” He said flicking water at you to make his last point more effective.

“Yes we are.” You giggled at him.

“No we aren't, you shitty dumbass. We don't need help, I can talk about my feelings without some dumb wanna be life coach.” He yelled as he began to wash the rice.

“Well we don't have to but I guess that means Zuku and Urakara have a better relationship than us since they go to counseling…” you trailed off with a shrug.

“Oh fuck you!” He roared at you, you giggled knowing he would now go. This was the most normal you felt in months, the happiest for sure. Just maybe things would be okay, and who were you kidding you could never fall out of love with the spiky haired explosion boy no matter what he did. It was toxic in a way but you could unpack that in the therapy sessions you were gonna force him to attend.

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robininthelabyrinth · 4 years ago

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Do you think it's would make a difference of the war aftermath, if nie huaisang Mother was a wen ?

Nie Mingjue had never really known what to do with Nie Huaisang’s mother, a feeling that was most decided mutual.

Concubines were quite common among the regular folk, but they were fairly rare for cultivators, a function of the relative rarity of female cultivators; virtually all the men Nie Mingjue knew preferred visiting prostitutes or setting up mistresses from the ranks of women who couldn’t cultivate over bringing them into the household.

And yet Nie Mingjue’s father brought her home, pale-faced and already pregnant, after having spent nearly two months away at a discussion conference to rehash the boundary lines, and married her according to their clan’s customs, bringing her into the household to stay.

There were whispers, of course. There’d been talk about how his father ought to have another son to replace Nie Mingjue ever since his mother had left as swiftly and unexpectedly as she’d arrived. But that sort of talk faded soon enough when a rumor leaked that the Wen sect had sent her to Nie Mingjue’s father’s quarters as entertainment, and had never expected him to marry her to legitimize the child.

Nie Mingjue didn’t hear about that until much later, when he was older, but he thought they might even be true – a disappointing failing in a man he’d always revered, but it wasn’t as if he could or would say anything about it. At least his father had always treated her well, no matter how she flinched and shied away from everything at the start. The rare few times Nie Mingjue saw her, she was always looking wan and sad as if she’d left her heart behind in Qishan.

Maybe she had.

But she was his father’s concubine, so it wasn’t as if Nie Mingjue could ask, nor do anything about it if he did.

She fell sick not long after the birth, which was a difficult one, and became bedridden; to ease her burden, Nie Mingjue quietly took over caring for the baby, his brother, with the intention of handing him back to her when she was better.

She eventually got better, mostly, but she didn’t take Nie Huaisang back.

Instead, she burst into tears at the sight of him, every time.

Nie Mingjue might be a child, and more inclined to be martial than cognizant of feelings, but he was still young enough to be hurt and indignant on his brother’s behalf. He still remembered the bitterness of asking why he didn’t have a mother only to learn that she had left him behind – he had no memories of her – and to think that this mother was right here, and yet…

In the end, he continued to raise Nie Huaisang as best as he could between training and classes and learning to be a sect leader, and began to treat her coldly, like a stranger.

Still, when his father lost his mind, she was the second person he thought to save, after securing Nie Huaisang’s safety: like a little bird, she was fragile and delicate, faded from years of self-imposed confinement even though Qinghe lacked the restrictive rules of Qishan – she wouldn’t last a minute against the full force of his father’s mad range that even he could only redirect, not stop.

(He woke up, later, to her trembling hands trying to apply healing salve onto his injuries, and he thought it might be the first time she’d ever looked directly at him. It didn’t last: she didn’t speak other than to ask him if Huaisang was all right, and he’d snapped in a helpless rage that she’d lost the right to ask him that years before, and after that they had mutually agreed that it would be best if he locked her in her room for her own protection until his father died.)

After that he became sect leader.

“I have a request,” she said to him one day, a few weeks later. “If you would grant it.”

Nie Mingjue shrugged and gestured for her to come into his office. Nie Huaisang was sitting in the corner painting a family picture – Nie Huaisang and Baxia, himself and Aituan – and he looked up briefly, curious to see what woman was brave enough to dare his brother’s temper, but the interest quickly drained out of his face after he’d managed to place her.

“You want to go back to Qishan?” Nie Mingjue asked when she seemed to be unable to speak. “My father is dead; surely your mother’s family would take you, if you didn’t mind the rumors.”

To his surprise, she paled and shook her head rapidly.

At his questioning look, she lowered her head and whispered, “The women of Qishan Wen cannot – it would be a disgrace. And it is – it’s a harsh place to live, cruel and unkind.”

Nie Mingjue had always supposed that to be the case, but he thought he might as well ask. “What, then?”

“I…I would like to bring someone here. If you don’t mind.”

Nie Mingjue’s eyebrows arched. His father hadn’t been in the ground a full month, and she wanted to move her lover in? He ought to cut off her head even for suggesting it.

But she was Nie Huaisang’s mother, however much he despised her for neglecting him, and so instead he said, “Who?”

She told him.

Baxia screamed in metal and Nie Mingjue was on his feet, feeling his eyes pound as his sight flickered red with rage: “You had children?!” he snarled at her, ignoring how her eyes went wide and she backed away from him even though after everything that had happened with his father he hated being feared the most. “You had children and you left them there?!”

“Da-ge, you’re blocking my light,” Nie Huaisang said, not looking up from his painting, and the moment Nie Mingjue saw how his knuckles had gone white around his brush he turned to face the wall to take deep breaths until he was calm again. He was still facing it when he heard Nie Huaisang speak again, his voice even. “You should leave, Concubine Wen.”

“I only –”

“It’s your fault he’s so angry,” Nie Huaisang said, and his voice was as mature as a seven year old could make it – mature, and angry as well, in his own way, really angry rather than throwing a temper tantrum that was halfway for effect. “Go away before you make it worse. We’ll have an answer for you later.”

She left.

A small hand made its way into Nie Mingjue’s, squeezing it lightly. It helped, a little. “What did she do?”

“She has children,” Nie Mingjue said, still staring at the wall. “A girl and a boy – their father died shortly before she met our father. She just…she left them behind in Qishan, which she clearly hates, and she never…she’s lived here for years. The boy’s only a year older than you. And I had no idea! She never once mentioned them, or visited, or let them visit, or – anything.”

“Why do you care?” Nie Huaisang asked, tone curious.

“Because it’s wrong,” Nie Mingjue said. “She abandoned them. Just like –”

He shut his mouth, unsure if he wanted to say you or me, but nevertheless Nie Huaisang’s hand tightened on his own, understanding.

A better man might think to himself that this loss was the reason behind her reluctance to get close to Nie Huaisang; Nie Mingjue, whose mother had left him behind and through another woman’s negligence became a parent when he was the same age as her older son would be now, had no space in his heart for sympathy, and all he felt was disappointment.

Still, it was not in the nature of the Qinghe Nie to do nothing when faced with an injustice.

It took a few months to make it work, painful negotiations with Wen Ruohan smirking at him across the table because he had something Nie Mingjue wanted and he knew it, but in the end he managed to arrange for the two children to come to visit Qinghe without explaining exactly why he wanted them.

Not to stay, because Wen Ruohan wouldn’t have leverage that way, but it was – something.

“Nie Huaisang can show you around,” Nie Mingjue told them, because they were obviously terrified of him and no one, not even little sheep-like Wen Ning, could be scared of Nie Huaisang. “And take you to meet your mother, if you like.”

“And what if we don’t?” Wen Qing asked, crossing her arms. She was a little older, though still a few years shy of Nie Mingjue’s age.

“Then don’t,” Nie Mingjue said shortly. “I brought you here for your sake, not hers.”

Somehow, and he really didn’t know how, that day had ended with him teaching Wen Ning how to shoot arrows to Nie Huaisang’s over-excited cheering and Wen Qing’s dramatic eye-rolling, and by the time they left they were calling him da-ge the way Nie Huaisang did, even Wen Qing.

He still wasn’t sure if they’d visited their mother.

But then – that wasn’t the point.

“They’re your brothers and sisters, you know,” he told Nie Huaisang, a slight frown marring his face. “They’re as close to you in blood as I am.”

“Obviously,” Nie Huaisang sniffed, rolling his eyes – an entire production when he did it, shoulders shrugging and head lolling. “Why do you think I told them to call you da-ge? Brother and sister of a brother; it’s close enough.”

Nie Mingjue rolled his eyes in return and cuffed him as a brat, but his heart was lightened, a little. From what he knew of the woman, the two Wen children might never have a proper mother, but that was fine; he could do that for them, the way he’d done it for Nie Huaisang, and this way Nie Huaisang would have a er-jie and a san-ge as well.

But the thought was easier said than done – Nie Mingjue was determined to go to war against Wen Ruohan to avenge his father’s murder, and it was difficult to balance that enmity with the need to ensure Wen Qing and Wen Ning remained safe, and were not considered hostages.

Jin Guangshan, of all people, ended up helping with that, his mouth so full of sly innuendo about pretty young Wen Qing that even Wen Ruohan seemed halfway convinced by it, and equally convinced that Nie Mingjue would get bored of her quickly enough, an impression Nie Mingjue did his best to encourage.

On the surface, he even let that seem to be the case, letting the visits cease and adopting a blank and uncaring expression any time she was mentioned.

When the war drew nearer, Wen Ruohan’s excesses more unforgivable, Nie Mingjue sent a missive – through five different layers of secrecy that Nie Huaisang had somehow concocted, and Nie Mingjue really didn’t want to think about how his useless baby brother figured out something his spies couldn’t – asking if Wen Qing and Wen Ning would be willing to seek refuge in Qinghe.

Wen Qing refused, but shared all the information she could, as a healer, in good conscience pass along. She thought they could do more to help people by staying where they were, and Nie Mingjue couldn’t fault her for that even if he disagreed – and she promised him that both she and Wen Ning were doing everything they could to fight against injustice, no matter what the circumstance.

Nie Mingjue tried his best to keep track of both of them.

He didn’t want to find them dead with a Nie saber in their chests, but he couldn’t let people know about their connection, either, or else it’d be a Wen sword in their backs instead. It was a hard balance to draw.

After Meng Yao killed Wen Ruohan, and the sun on earth fell from the sky at last, leaving all those surnamed Wen to pay for the sins of their clansmen, Nie Mingjue made it a priority to find them.

“You won’t be able to find anyone if you can’t walk,” Nie Huaisang scolded him, shoving him back down onto the bed. “I’ll go look for them myself. It’ll be fine.”

“If you can’t find them in any of the remaining Wen strongholds, try the prisoner of war camps,” Nie Mingjue said muzzily. He wasn’t sure what was in the medicine Nie Huaisang continuously poured down his throat, but it was very strong; he could scarcely feel how many broken ribs he had, but he couldn’t feel much else, either. “Maybe someone took them somewhere they’d be safe…”

“They’d better be safe. They promised.”

“Huaisang…”

“What if they’re not safe?” Nie Huaisang fretted. “They’re still surnamed Wen. Someone could be bullying them –”

Nie Mingjue reached out with a hand to pat Nie Huaisang’s knee. He missed the first few times, but eventually got it. “Don’t worry about it,” he said firmly. “They may be surnamed Wen, but they’re wards of Qinghe Nie; if you see someone bullying them, bully them back – who’d start something with us now?”

He was speaking lightly. Unfortunately, given that he was talking with Nie Huaisang, he probably shouldn’t have been.

“So, there’s good news and bad news,” Nie Huaisang announced, blowing into Nie Mingjue’s office. “Also, you shouldn’t be working.”

Nie Mingjue’d heard the same thing from about seven different people – “you’re still three broken bones over the work limit, Sect Leader” – but he was dying of boredom; they should all be happy he was voluntarily limiting himself to paperwork instead of seeing if willpower and some braces could stand up to a basic round of saber training.

“What’s the news?” he asked, then brightened when he saw Wen Ning trailing after him. “You found them!”

“I did! Well, Wen Ning, but he says Wen Qing is still free and looking for him, so I can’t imagine she’ll be that hard to find. Also, I may or may not have started a war by stabbing one of the Jin sect main family cultivators.”

Nie Mingjue stared at him.

“He was beating Wen Ning!”

Nie Mingjue glanced at Wen Ning, who looked anxious enough for it to be true. “Well, in that case, he deserved it,” he said, a little bit begrudgingly. “Is he dead?”

“Maybe?” Nie Huaisang thought about it. “…probably. You know how Aituan gets. I’m not sorry; Jin Zixun was an ass.”

“Did you at least challenge him to a duel first? It’ll make things easier if you did, though I suppose it’s not strictly necessary…”

“You’re not mad?” Wen Ning blurted out, wide-eyed. “Sect Leader Nie, if you have to fight another war because of me –”

“Against Lanling Jin?” Nie Mingjue snorted. “I could beat Jin Guangshan with both hands tied behind my back even if I were twice as injured as I am now, and that’s assuming he lets it get to a fight. He’ll want something else instead; the question will be to see if it’s something I’m willing to give.”

What he wanted was Wei Wuxian’s head on a platter, or at least his Stygian Tiger Seal.

Nie Mingjue thought about the rumors about Wei Wuxian, frowning, and agreed to think about it, committing to nothing.

He was glad for that, later, when the man himself showed up at one of the Jin prisoner of war camps that Nie Mingjue was demolishing, Wen Qing at his side, clearly ready to tear down the sky to get Wen Ning back.

“Uh,” Wei Wuxian said, staring blankly. “You’re – taking them somewhere?”

“Back to the Nie sect,” Nie Mingjue said. “You too, Wen Qing; we’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“Is this okay?” Wei Wuxian asked her.

“This is fine,” Wen Qing said, beaming. “Da-ge will take care of us.”

“…us?”

“After that scene you made back at Lanling, you’ll need it,” she said briskly. “Didn’t you hear? Some people were saying that you killed – what’s his name. Jin Zixun.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Nie Mingjue said. “Nie Huaisang killed him.”

“Nie Huaisang?”

“Yes.”

“With – what?”

“His saber, of course.”

“His…saber?”

“Yes.”

“No wonder they think I did it,” Wei Wuxian said. “Even I don’t believe that story. No offense, Chifeng-zun.”

Nie Mingjue suppressed a sigh, though in fairness he really couldn’t blame him. “Does he really need sanctuary?” he asked Wen Qing. “The Jiang sect…”

“He needs it,” she said firmly.

Nie Mingjue’s eyes narrowed, because he knows his younger siblings too well. “You did something.”

“How do you do that?” she complained.

Nie Mingjue just shook his head. “I’m your da-ge,” he said. “All right, come on; help pack everyone up and come to Qinghe. We can deal with the rest of it later.”

“But –” Wei Wuxian started to say.

“You can argue back at Qinghe. It’s probably better than wherever you were planning on taking them, anyway.”

“…I was thinking Yiling?”

“The Burial Mounds? My young siblings? Absolutely not.”

(When they arrived, there was a woman standing at gate, watching them. She seemed pleased.)

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ibijau · 3 years ago

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Lan Xichen gives Nie Huaisang a music lesson

Everything was perfectly laid out on the low table when Lan Xichen finished his preparations. There was a guqin, of course. Not his personal one, since it would have been unwise to let a complete beginner touch an instrument that valuable, but a very good one nonetheless, borrowed among those Gusu Lan used to teach its newest disciples. Along with the guqin Lan Xichen had also taken a manual detailing the different hand positions, how to play different types of notes, and how to care for an instrument. In case Nie Huaisang took a liking to playing music, as Lan Xichen so hoped he would, permission had even been obtained on his behalf to keep both the instrument and the manual for the duration of his stay in the Cloud Recesses.

With how unpredictable Nie Huaisang was, there was a real chance he wouldn’t want to learn after all, or that he’d be as unfocused with this as he was with most things at this point of his life. But if Lan Xichen’s plan worked, if Nie Huaisang took to music…

It was unlikely at this point that Meng Yao would ever work for Nie Mingjue, or for Jin Guangshan. Just that morning, Lan Xichen had received a letter from Jiang Cheng who had wanted to give news about Yunmeng Jiang’s newest recruit, stating that Meng Yao seemed to get along with everyone so far. Only Madam Yu had reservations, having predictably guessed that Meng Yao was one of Jin Guangshan’s many bastards, but his good manners and respect for authority apparently pleased her, leading Jiang Cheng to believe that his mother would eventually warm up to this new disciple. Lan Xichen fervently hoped it would be so, and intended to answer that letter to thank Jiang Cheng for letting him know everything was going well, and for taking good care of Meng Yao.

If Meng Yao settled well in Yunmeng, then Jin Guangshan would find it much harder to conduct a plot against Nie Mingjue’s life. The man had treated his bastard son like dirt, never realising Meng Yao was the best thing that had ever happened to his sect, never seeing his true potential. Without his son, Jin Guangshan would hardly be a threat to anyone.

Still, there were hard times coming in the near future. Even without the Jin conspiring against him, Lan Xichen had suspected in that other future that Nie Mingjue’s temper and inner balance had been hit hard by the pressure of the Sunshot Campaign, and so Lan Xichen had now inherited his future self's fears on that subject. There was a good chance that the Jins had only precipitated a death that would have happened too soon even without their interventions.

But if there were someone in Nie Mingjue’s entourage who could play Cleansing for him, properly play it, someone as determined as Lan Xichen to keep Nie Mingjue in good health, but with the advantage of proximity and availability…

Cleansing was not an easy song. Even among Gusu Lan disciples, there were many who could not play it well, and they were not considered inferior cultivators for that failure. Teaching such a complex piece of music to a stranger, untrained in the ways of Gusu Lan, would be a gamble, one Lan Xichen had lost in another life.

He would not fail again to protect Nie Mingjue.

A knock on the door called Lan Xichen back to the present. He was not surprised to find Nie Huaisang there, whom he invited to come in. Nie Huaisang appeared to be in a good enough mood, and bore almost no more trace of his fight with Jin Zixun. It seemed to Lan Xichen that the other boy’s nose used to be a little straighter, but he couldn’t be quite sure. It was nothing horrible to look at, anyway. In fact, it might even have added something to Nie Huaisang’s face, giving his face a certain charm he wouldn’t otherwise have developed until well into his twenties, around the time his brother died.

Or perhaps it was just that Lan Xichen had never paid attention this early into their other lives. Not his worst mistake perhaps, but a mistake nonetheless because it had allowed Nie Huaisang to turn into a cold, lonely, and cruel man, one who haunted Lan Xichen’s nightmares in this life. But maybe this Nie Huaisang, with his slightly crooked nose proving a brave heart, with a loyal friend to count on, would turn out differently.

Lan Xichen must have stared too obviously, because as soon as he was done removing his shoes, Nie Huaisang covered his face with his hand.

“It’s really noticeable, isn’t it?” he whined. “Everyone says it’s just like before, but I know it’s not. I’m disfigured!”

“You’re certainly not disfigured,” Lan Xichen assured him. “I don’t think anyone who hasn’t met you before would even realise the shape isn’t natural.”

“I will have to hide my face behind a mask for the rest of my life,” Nie Huaisang insisted, going to sit without waiting to be invited to do so. He picked the side furthest from the guqin, which Lan Xichen thought didn’t bode well for his plan. “Good, honest folks shouldn’t have to ever see something so horrific. I will have to go into hiding! I will live and die alone, having never kissed anyone because I missed my chance when I was handsome.”

“You’re still quite handsome.”

“I’m not! Lan gongzi, there’s no need to lie, there’s no need to pity me. My life is ruined. With a face like that, what do I have left to attract others to me?”

Lan Xichen didn’t know whether to laugh or be annoyed. It wasn’t the first time he was comforted to realise that not all of Nie Huaisang’s behaviour in that future that wouldn’t be had been a comedy aimed at distracting Lan Xichen from his true intentions. It also wouldn’t be the last time he found such comfort in those antics either. Still, Nie Huaisang really was too dramatic, and Lan Xichen wasn’t sure how to deal with it.

“Nie gongzi has many other qualities that might attract a cultivation partner.”

“I do not. Really, I don’t!”

“Then let’s teach you some new skills,” Lan Xichen offered, calmly gesturing at the guqin. “The history of Gusu Lan is filled with musicians who wooed their true love through their talent, surely Nie gongzi might find success that way as well.”

Nie Huaisang pouted, and glared at the instrument as if it had insulted his parents.

"I really don't know if there's a point," he said. "I won't have any talent for it."

"I've heard that before," Lan Xichen said, opening the manual to its first page. "From people who in the end proved very good at playing, once they got over their worries and just started. Wangji was absolutely terrified he would disappoint us all, and look at him now."

In fact, Lan Wangji had cried his entire first lesson. And the second. The awkward timing of it, soon after their mother's death, hadn't helped. Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren had needed to reassure him they would still love him and keep him in the family even if he turned out to be the worst guqin player in the world before he would touch the instrument.

And then he'd enjoyed it so much that within a year he'd caught up to Lan Xichen's level, before promptly surpassing him.

Brat.

"Oh you can't compare me to Lan Wangji," Nie Huaisang complained, but he still leaned over the table to better look at the manual, peeking inside with some curiosity. "He and I are of a different sort. Everything your brother sets out to do, he succeeds at. I'm just a normal person."

Lan Xichen's hands clenched. He remembered too well the respective failures and successes of Lan Wangji and Nie Huaisang in that future he hoped they would avoid. Though thinking about it, Lan Wangji did usually get what he wanted. He'd even gotten Wei Wuxian, though it had taken him a while. All Nie Huaisang had gotten was bloody revenge, at the cost of everything else.

"Ah, sorry, I shouldn't speak like that of your brother," Nie Huaisang quickly mumbled. "I guess I spend too much time with… it's just that people in your sect tend to be unfairly compared to him, when he's a natural prodigy."

"I suppose I cannot blame Su She for finding it tiring," Lan Xichen generously conceded. "Though he has qualities of his own, and should take pride in those. Although your punishment is now over, I hope you won't mind if I keep stealing him from you here and there to help copy texts."

Nie Huaisang gasped in horror.

“Wait so it’s your fault if Su-xiong hasn’t been around lately?”

“I thought it would be better to keep him away from Jin gongzi,” Lan Xichen quickly explained. "And even though I told this to him on your first day of punishment, I still caught him trying to come and see you again the second day, so this seemed a good way to prevent problems."

“I’m really so relieved that’s the reason Su-xiong wasn’t around,” Nie Huaisang said, looking more relaxed indeed. “I was so scared he didn’t want to hang out anymore, or that he was upset about getting scolded because of me…”

“Nie gongzi should have a little more faith in others,” Lan Xichen gently scolded. “Especially in your friends.”

Nie Huaisang nodded, looking at Lan Xichen with some surprise.

“It sounds like you almost don’t hate him anymore.”

“I am currently reconsidering my opinion of him,” Lan Xichen admitted. “I thank you for encouraging me to do that. You were right in accusing me of unfairness.”

It had been with great reluctance that Lan Xichen had involved Su She in his project to prevent their sect's library. He'd only given him some texts of minor importance, which Su She could not put to use if he still broke out from the Lan sect in the future. And even those texts were only given to him for Nie Huaisang's sake, because Lan Xichen realised he wouldn't get Huaisang’s trust without making concessions toward Su She.

Much to his surprise, Su She had acquitted himself of that task with diligence and skill, producing an excellent copy of the text given to him, without a single wrong stroke on any character. Lan Xichen had praised him for his work and, since there had been two days left to Nie Huaisang's punishment, had given Su She another text to copy.

Since then, he had become curious about Su She, something he'd never done in his other life.

Lan Xichen had trusted his sect to be fair in that other future, both as a youth and as a sect leader. Because the rules ordered fair treatment and respect towards everyone, he had believed that things were so. If anyone was unhappy, they would have reported their trouble to an elder, or directly to him. Indeed such things had been brought to his attention sometimes once he was sect leader, which he had investigated and set right again, proving to himself that the system worked. And if the system worked, then someone like Su She who had betrayed his sect in such a despicable manner could only be a villain.

Nie Huaisang’s surprising attachment to Su She had forced Lan Xichen to pay more attention to him. He hadn’t liked what he’d seen so far, but not for the reason he would have expected.

Su She was not only skilled in cultivation, something Lan Xichen had always reluctantly been forced to admit in that other future, but he was also dedicated to playing by the rules of Gusu Lan, bending to every rule even though the sect’s way of living clearly went against his entire personality, obeying his elders, working hard to please his teachers. And yet in spite of those efforts, Lan Xichen heard from some teachers that Su She was considered lazy and difficult. If pressed, those same teachers might say that Su She’s background meant he didn’t value hard work as a peasant’s son might have, that he lacked the education in classics he might have acquired in a family of scholars, and that he just didn’t have any refinement of manner as befitted a cultivator.

Su She didn’t belong, the same way Meng Yao didn’t belong.

Lan Xichen had a feeling that in that other future, his adult self had often been puzzled by the friendship between Jin Guangyao and Su She. Even when they had been revealed to be partners in crime rather than merely friends, Lan Xichen still hadn’t understood what might have brought those two to become so close.

It was starting to make sense now.

And this meant, also, that Gusu Lan had betrayed Su She no less than he had betrayed them.

“I’m glad as well, if you’re changing your opinion about him,” Nie Huaisang said with a happy smile. “He’s really a good person. Maybe he doesn’t always have the best of tempers, but neither does da-ge and you like him, so…”

Lan Xichen, however willing he was to give Su She a chance to prove himself in this new life, still shivered at hearing him mentioned at the same time as Nie Mingjue, whose death he’d probably helped in the other future. Jin Guangyao was very skilled, but it was doubtful he’d have mixed Cleansing and that other piece of music without a little help.

But that wouldn’t happen again. Meng Yao wouldn’t grow to hate Nie Mingjue, nor would he go to serve his despicable father. Not this time.

“Now that you’ve been reassured about your friend’s loyalty, how about starting the lesson?” Lan Xichen offered. “I do fear you’ll have to come sit on my side.”

Nie Huaisang grimaced and threw the guqin a worried look, but made no movement to get up.

“I really don’t know if it’s a good idea,” he said. “I’m such a bad student… I always get distracted and bored...”

“I think only because people usually try to teach you things you don’t enjoy,” Lan Xichen replied. “Come sit here, and let’s start. If really you don’t like it, then I’ll let you go and we’ll just forget about this, it’s fine. But you can’t give up without at least trying once.”

“You sound like my brother,” Nie Huaisang complained, but at last he stood up and walked around the table to sit closer to Lan Xichen. “Always saying I won’t know unless I try… and then when I try things and I don’t like them, he gets all upset and we fight. But… fine. Fine, let’s try this, I’m here already, anyway.”

With Nie Huaisang in such a mood, Lan Xichen thought that the whole endeavour was doomed to fail before it had even started. His uncle often said that it was near impossible to teach someone who didn’t want to be taught, and seeing Nie Huaisang like this made Lan Xichen understand what he meant.

Still Lan Xichen started his lesson as if nothing was wrong, explaining the very basics of how to play a guqin, demonstrating hand positions, pausing sometimes to play a few notes so Nie Huaisang would better understand what he was explaining. At first Nie Huaisang’s posture was closed off, his expression as reluctant as if he were listening to one of Lan Qiren’s lectures.

But as the lesson progressed Nie Huaisang's attitude changed. He looked more focused, and started imitating the different hand positions Lan Xichen was explaining even before being invited to do so. When invited to try playing a note or two, Nie Huaisang seemed to immediately know when the note was wrong, and dutifully listened as Lan Xichen corrected the movement of his fingers or their positions on the string, his expression one of intense concentration. He would then replay the note until he got it right, showing a determination that Lan Xichen wouldn’t have thought him capable of, not at this point of his life anyway.

Maybe it wasn’t just that the death of Nie Mingjue had changed him, or the lonely decade that followed, Lan Xichen realised. Maybe Nie Huaisang had always been that stubborn, but only about things that mattered to him… and because the things that mattered to him didn’t matter much to Lan Xichen, nor indeed to most people who met Nie Huaisang, they assumed he was easy going and unwilling to make effort,even perhaps a little stupid, just as he often claimed to be.

After a while though, Nie Huaisang appeared to hit his limit. It had taken longer than Lan Xichen would have expected, and indeed the lesson had gone on longer than he’d initially planned, but he’d allowed it to drag on, fascinated by Nie Huaisang’s unexpected determination. It was only when Nie Huaisang started failing to play a new note several times in a row that Lan Xichen finally suggested they stop for the day.

“I told you I wouldn’t be much good,” Nie Huaisang sighed, flexing his fingers to stretch their muscles. “I just couldn’t do it, in the end.”

“On the contrary, you’ve proven yourself an excellent student,” Lan Xichen replied. “Better than many I’ve had to help, and more serious as well.”

“But…”

“It’s only your very first lesson, Huaisang,” Lan Xichen said, “and we have gone much further with it than I expected. You have real skill for it, I believe, and far more importantly it seems to me that you have a taste for it. Am I wrong?”

Still flexing and rubbing his hand, Nie Huaisang nodded quickly, a shy smile on his face.

“It was… it was really fun,” he admitted. “Lan gongzi is a good teacher.”

“Nie gongzi is a good student, when the subject pleases him. Do you wish to continue learning?”

Lan Xichen would have expected Nie Huaisang to take a moment to consider the question. Even if he liked music, it seemed to him that Nie Huaisang had little affection for Lan Xichen, something he might have deserved.

It was a pleasant surprised when Nie Huaisang immediately nodded.

“I think I do want to learn, if Lan gongzi can spare the time.”

It would be complicated to organise. Just this one lesson had taken a lot of rescheduling. Lan Xichen had a lot to do, between helping teach the juniors, his own lessons, his uncle trying to involve him in the ruling of the sect, and of course the copying of books from their library. But becoming closer to Nie Huaisang was essential to ensure this new life would turn out better than the old one.

It might also be pleasant, Lan Xichen realised with some surprise, thinking how quickly time had passed while teaching Nie Huaisang, and how pleasant it had been to have such an eager student. If Nie Huaisang's interest in music remained, if he learned enough to have conversations on the subject, if his understanding increased enough to have debates even...

Lan Xichen's plan upon gaining knowledge of the future had been to gain Nie Huaisang’s trust rather than his friendship, seeing no value in the latter. A mistake on his part, he was starting to realise, and he hoped now to get both trust and friendship as a result of his efforts.

#xisang #nie huaisang #lan xichen #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #jau writes #double time travel #and with this I've exhausted my tiny buffer already lol #but hey look they're learning to get along!

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magicalshitposts · 4 years ago

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The boy finds home

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The small outlier sat in the corner of Kohga’s throne room, ignoring the commotion in the middle.

“Look newbie, I don’t know what you want to do with the brat but he’s not my problem.” Kohga declared to the foot-soldier who stood in front of his throne.

“But Master, he’s just a chi-“

“Not. My. Problem.” Kohga shooed the man away, and the solider had no choice but to comply, “Boy, come over here.”

The boy did not. In fact, he made no movement at all, acting as if Kohga was not in the room.

“Boy.” Nothing still, “At least tell me your name then.”

The boy spoke for the first time, “Why? If you’re just gonna chuck me out.”

The man on the throne sighed, “Well I am the great Master Kohga. Now you know my name, tell me yours.”

Again, the boy did not.

“Kid, I have better things to do in life then sit around and wait for you to talk.”

The child spoke again, “Then do them, ‘cause your gonna be waiting a long time.”

“Why you aggravating little- Kohga stopped himself, this was a child after all- Keep calm Kohga, keep calm”

He stood himself up from his throne, “Fine, have it your way.”

Kohga was just leaving the room as a spark of panic flooded through the child. He didn’t want to be alone, not again. “I don’t know.”

Kohga turned his head back, “You don’t know what?”

“My name. I don’t know it.”

“Well that’s sad.”

“Yeah – the kid looked towards the man, puzzled– I know.”

The boy had stayed there that night, and the next, and the next and then for a week. It had become clear to the Clan that this boy was staying, if only for a while.

“SOOGA! COME OVER HERE!” Master Kohga’s voice shrilled through the halls surrounding his bedroom late one night and his right-hand man appeared beside the man’s desk in a such small time it made Kohga jump.

“Master Kohga, How may I be of assistance.” Sooga asked looking down to Kohga.

“Firstly by easing up a little, sheesh.” Kogha gestured to another chair in the room and took off his mask, getting Sooga to do the same, “Sit down, your gonna be here a while.”

Sooga sat but by no means looked more comfortable.

“Right then, the boy.” Annoyance dripped in Kohga’s voice. He clearly did not want to be having this conversation, which was a surprise to Sooga. Normally if the Master didn’t want to have a conversation, he just wouldn’t. Why was this different?

“What about him?” Sooga pushed for Master Kohga to finish his thoughts.

“If he’s staying here, he’s going to have to be called something other than ‘the boy’.” Kohga leaned on the back on his seat, his legs too short to touch the ground.

“He does not have a name though, Master.” Sooga watched apprehensively as Kohga swung back and forth.

“Exactly, so what am I getting at?”

“I’m… not sure.”

“C’mon Muscles, dig down in that cavern of a brain.”

Sooga was bothered at this comment. Everyone knew that he was the brains of the operation. The entire clan would be dead if it weren’t for him, especially when Master Kohga got put in charge. Now, Sooga didn’t want to take credit away from Kohga, in fact that was the last thing he wanted, but Kohga knew that Sooga was far from an unintelligent man and he would appreciate the recognition.

Sooga caught on.

“Please tell me you aren’t suggesting we name the child, Master?”

“Bingo, Big guy!”

Sooga looked bewildered by the proposal.

“Sir, with all due respect are-“

“No respect needed lackey; this is what we’re going to do.”

“Sir. Listen to me.” Kohga glanced towards his right-hand man, “by naming this child we claim a sense of responsibility for him, whether we like that or not. Are we prepared to care for a child? Is the Clan prepared to care for a child?”

“Come off it Sooga, you’re making us sound like a married couple.” Kohga laughed completely ignoring the question.

“Master Kohga.”

Kohga sighed. “I don’t know, but the kid’s staying now so it’s a bit too late to be asking that question. And anyway, ‘we’ aren’t caring for anything, I’ll still be preparing to the Great Calamity’s revival and you’ll still be assisting me or whatever, we’ll leave the boy under the Clan’s care. I’m sure with the hundreds of them there are, they’ll cope with one measly kid.”

Not the answer Sooga wanted but he must settle for what he got.

“Now, names!”

The conversation carried on for a while, discussing the different names for the child. They first threw out a few random suggestions, none of which sat properly. Sooga suggested Hayle, Kohga suggested Sooga start thinking of good names before he’s kicked out.

The ideas were just a melting snowball before Sooga stated “He’s Sheikah, isn’t he?”

Kohga tapped his chair, “I mean, yes with that hair but it’s not like he knows. Why?”

“We could name him after the Sheikah naming conventions.” Sooga suggested.

“As a Yiga Master this goes against every one of my core values.” Sooga laughed lightly at the Master’s response to his suggestion. “And who would name their kid after fruit anyway, it’s ridiculous.”

“To us maybe, but this boy isn’t Yiga. We should respect his culture Master Kohga.”

Kohga rolled his eyes all too dramatically before giving in.

“Fine. We’ll call him Apple.”

“Master, Sheikah name’s derive from fruit, they aren’t directly named after it.”

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Kohga jumped off his seat in his excitement, “We should name him after the mighty banana. He could be called like, Na…Bana… yeah, Bana?”

Sooga just stared towards his boss.

“Fine maybe not, but my fruit Knowledge is not too great y’know!”

Sooga looked around Master Kohga’s room, for any and all inspiration that may come his way. His eyes settled on a tiny, framed painting, one that the Master insisted he hated but had never put away. He felt like Master Kohga’s notion towards this painting may be similar to the one of the child.

“How about after strawberries?” Sooga suggested.

“Oh don’t tell me your looking at that horrible painting- Sooga smiled endiringly- What would we even call him, Strawman?”

Sooga thought about it.

“Robbie.”

“How’s that connected to Strawberries? Strawberry… straw-robbie… Oh! that’s actually nice.”

And it was decided.

The boy was no longer just ‘The boy’, but was Robbie.

He woke up early in the morning, as he normally did. It took him a minute remind himself he was safe… ish. He wasn’t in the forest preparing to go rummage in the trash for food, so it was a step up in his book. He had been told to sleep in the dungeon, in one of the cells. This didn’t make him feel all too comfortable, but the cell door stayed open so that’s nice. He walked around, with aim of going to the mess hall for food. But the Yiga Hideout was windy and treacherous for someone who didn’t know it, especially to the mind of a small boy. He got lost far too quickly for his liking, so looked for landmarks as he did in the wild. He recognised the frog statue that had a crack in its head, it was different than the rest. He was on the right track. He passed the hallway with the holes in the ground (he didn’t know what those were for, but they looked menacing) and then took a left and he was completely and utterly lost. Crap. It wasn’t his fault, all the rooms here looked the same, how was he supposed to know the difference. He was surprised that the people who lived here could tell the rooms apart. He sat down in the dark dingy hallway and waited. There were loads of people in this place, someone would pass him eventually.

While the boy waited for another person to see the light of day went to the closest room and examined. It’s what he did best. He decided to go over the room top to bottom. From the ceiling to the walls, he would know this room better than anyone who lived here by breakfast.

It was big. That felt like a good start. It was huge in fact. The boy knew it may just be his brain playing tricks on him as he was so small, but the hole in the middle of the room must have been the size of at least 20 moblins. A fact for you, the boy did not have the best idea of size.

The boy felt himself getting wrapped up in this room, wanting to know every secret it could ever hold. Why was there a hole in the middle? Why put a lantern over the hole, what if it fell in? How did they make the actual room round? Bricks are square! He had so many questions for this room, all of them he wanted to answer himself, through his own intuitiveness. But that opportunity was cut short by the huge man with kinda dumb hair.

“There you are boy. Come now, you’re needed.”

“Why?” The boy asked.

“Master Kohga needs you in his office.” The big man, who the boy remembered was called ‘Sooga’, put out his hand for the boy to take. He just looked at it.

“I can’t leave. I’m not done yet.”

“Done with what?” Sooga knelt to be on The boy’s level. Patronising.

The boy rolled his eyes at the fact Sooga didn’t know, it was pretty obvious to him what he was doing, “Examining the room. I still have questions to ask it.”

Sooga didn’t quite understand what the child meant but played along anyway. “Could you ask them after the Master talks to you?”

“No, I need to do this first. I’ll forget the questions otherwise.”

Sooga reflected. Normally people here would drop everything if Master Kohga needed to talk to them, but this boy wasn’t a Yiga. He didn’t know the importance of the Master.

“Well the Master needs to talk to you now,” The boy was about to protest before Sooga cut him off, “So how about we write down the questions you want to ask. Then you’ll remember them for after. I can help answer them too, if the Master allows it.”

The boy thought about it. He had never even considered writing his questions down, mainly due to the fact he didn’t know how to read or write, but if this Sooga guy could help him, maybe it wouldn’t be too bad.

“We need to write them down now though.”

“Of course.”

One wrong turn! He was one turn away from the mess hall! And sure, he was glad he made the wrong turn, otherwise he wouldn’t have found that cool room, but he was still annoyed at himself. Sooga had stopped in front of a big red door.

“Behave, okay.” He looked to the boy, who rolled his eye’s in response.

“It depends if he says something dumb or not.”

“Boy.” Sooga’s voice got stricter, “Behave.”

The boy shuffled where he stood, tears forming at the sides of his eyes. He didn’t like getting told off.

“Master, I’ve got him.” Sooga entered the room, ushering the boy to do the same.

“Boy! You’ve been a right pain in my side!” Kohga was sat at a heightened table, eating a banana. He pointed to the chair opposite. The boy made no sign to sit down so was guided to the chair.

Kohga raised an eyebrow, but the boy couldn’t see it behind the mask, “Where have you been?”

“In that cool circle room.” He answered, the thought of his questions came back to him, “Actually can this be quick, I still have questions to ask it.”

Sooga sighed and placed a hand on the child’s shoulder, prompting him to stop. The boy moved away from the touch.

“You hungry?” Kohga pointed to the bowl of bananas on the next table over. The boy shook his head, why were there so many tables if it was one guy’s room?

“Your loss, anyway. I got some news for you. After a week of you being here, I don’t think I’d be forgiven if I sent you back into Hyrule. So, welcome to your new home.”

The boy looked confused.

“What?” He said.

“What?” Was the only answer that Kohga gave back.

“What do you mean, ‘welcome to your new home’?”

“I mean, you can live here. With us and the clan,” He looked to Sooga who just shrugged in response.

“Why?” The boy asked another question.

“Well done kid, you know the 5 W’s.” Kohga paused, “What do you mean why?”

“You were talking about kicking me out only a week ago. What’s different now?”

“Kid, you only arrived a week ago. Of course I wasn’t keen on keeping you around then, but let’s say I’ve warmed to you. You aren’t half bad, and as long as your not a little… pest, you can stay.”

The boy paused. The thought of a home. In his brain he was jumping for joy, so this was home now. Home.

“Thanks.”

“Well that’s news one out of the way-“

The boy jumped in his seat, “There’s more?”

Kohga laughed a little, maybe childhood excitement was more contagious than he thought.

“Yeah, there’s more.”

The child waited in anticipation.

Kohga was really playing it up now, “So, I’m guessing your getting pretty sick of people calling you ‘the boy’”.

The child shrugged in response, “I guess I’m used to it now. It doesn’t really bother me.”

Ouch. Well if that didn’t tug on Kohga’s heart strings. “Well you definitely don’t like not having a name. I could see that from the day I met you. So, if it’s not too imposing or anything. Me and good ol’ Sooga here thought of one for you. Robbie.”

The boy and Sooga had the same look of surprise, but one was hidden by their mask. Sooga wasn’t expecting credit for the child’s name. If he didn’t feel a sense of duty before, he did now. Sooga was a loyal soul and vowed to himself right then and there to protect this child, Robbie, with his life.

robbe. robby. Robbiy. Robbie. A name all of his own. Given too him by the people who he now shares a home with. Holy Hylia. Robbie was now crying. Normally he was good at holding back emotions, tears would form but never stream down his face. He’d be over it before it mattered. This however was so entirely different. He was crying. Sobbing at the idea of having a home, of being Robbie. 7 years he’d just been ‘boy’ or ‘child’, maybe that affected him more than he once thought. Because having Sooga kneeling in front of him saying “It’s okay Robbie, you’re alright” put a band aid on his scared, damaged soul. And it would be one of many as he became a part of a family.

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I really enjoyed writing this, It’s cute wholesome fun and I will definitely be writing more of this AU.

Also god bless This Post by 7spaceace7. I wouldn’t even know where to start about writing the hideout so this was such a help.

Anyway, have a nice day!

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heycallmeladytypewriter · 4 years ago

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A Call of a Siren - Chapter 2

A/N: As you guys have noticed, I tweaked a few things to fit Delia into the story but please let me know if I missed or messed up something on the storyline. Again, looking for a beta reader if anyone is interested. Chapter three should be up soon along with everyone's favorite angry boy. I don't own My Hero Academia. I only own my own characters and the story I create within Horikoshi's masterpiece of a world I'd love to live in.

Chapter One

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“I expect you to all to still work hard on exams even though the end of the school year is in sight!” Her teacher was lecturing them on the importance of tests or something but Cordelia had other things on her mind.

Nine months ago, she saw the world's greatest hero and a scrawny boy her age on the beach. A day she wouldn’t forget as it was a major part of why she was trying her damndest to get into UA in a month.

She went to the beach mostly everyday on a run and also practiced in her room after her family went out or was asleep. She also tried to incorporate some strength training exercises she got off the internet as she was sure you needed more than cardio to make it in.

One thing she found herself doing, albeit shamefully, was sort of spying on All Might and Izuku Midoriya train on the beach and park. She didn’t necessarily go out of her way but it was on her training grounds too. No matter how she reasoned it, she still kept her distance and would hide at first sign of being found. It also didn’t help that she felt she had stumbled on a major invasion of privacy as she witnessed the strong and well, mighty, All Might transform to a tall but skinny weaker man. The first time she saw it she thought her eyeballs were for sure going to pop out her skull and fall to the floor with her jaw. She would never tell out of respect for the hero but still...every time he did it was like a mini heart attack especially when he would cough up blood afterwards. Like Jesus man please go see a doctor!

“Miss Bell I hope that dazed look on your face means you are thinking of your study schedule this weekend?”

Her head turned from the window and faced the teacher, “ Oh, yes of course!”

“Hmm..so anyways class -” Cordelia went right back to gazing out the window.

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“ FIND SOMEWHERE ELSE TO DO YOUR STUPID STRETCHES BRAT!” Angry boy yelled at her for the 400th time.

Delia rolled her eyes again but continued her stretches where she was. She was here first anyway. Not that it mattered as she always stretched here because after Angry boy decided it was his workout spot she decided it was hers too.

“Oi, don’t ignore me! Move your fat ass out of here!”

“No thanks I’m good. And who are you calling fat ass, big tits?” She laughed as he bristled immediately at her response. He reminded her of a cat, all puffy and angry, when he got like that which only made her giggle more. She wished to know his name but last time she asked he flipped her off.

Looking at her watch, she realized she was going to be late for dinner. “Oh crap. Gotta go! Bye Big tits!”

His water bottle flew right past her head as she ran off while he screamed expletives at her. “Hey!” She scolded. She slowed down enough to pick it up and chucked it with maximum force back at him, “don’t fucking litter!”

She ran a little quicker when she heard the little pops of his quirk which is when she realized a few months ago that he was getting more pissed. “Goddamn brat!”

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“Cordelia, you are late! Go wash up.” Her mother scolded her from the kitchen as she walked in the house.

“Lost track of time! Sorry I’ll be quick!” She hopped up the stairs and nearly ran into her father, wearing his uniform, on the way. “Oops sorry Daddy!”

Yes, she still called her father ‘Daddy.’

Her ‘Daddy’ was a 6’4 man with piercing blue eyes that could intimidate anybody which probably helped with his job. Her mother always liked to point out that of course all her children had to inherit his blue eyes and not her brown ones.

“Hey,” His hand shot out to gently grab her wrist before she could keep going, “What is all this training you doing for?”

“Nothing in particular. Can’t I have a hobby?” She lied through her teeth before continuing on upstairs.

“Cordelia…”

“Dad. Teenage girl who wants to be fit - not rocket science!”

Hopping in the hot shower, Delia relaxed finally. She was soooo lying to her family but felt it necessary as they stood on opposite ground concerning her dream of becoming a hero.

She had a dream. She wasn’t going to give up without a fight just because she was alone in it. Deep down she was hoping if she became a good enough hero she could change their minds about the matter.

She even took many preemptive precautions such as designating herself as the mail person of the house. She got it every day without fail and they would get used to just depending on her to get it. She managed to get a third cordless phone for the house she’d hide in her room to check the number in case of any specific calls coming through. She even created a fake parent email and perfected their signatures if needed. She was good at lying but it never felt easier on her to lie regardless of her reasons.

“CORDELIA!”

With a sigh, she shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. At least I dry off quickly, she thought amused as she wicked the water off her body and out of her hair.

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It was exam day.

Delia’s nerves were all over the place as she sat in the auditorium filled with the other hopefuls. They grouped them by class it seemed though she didn’t recognize those sitting near her. Her fault, she was sure, as she didn’t reach out to others during this past year as she just assumed or more like hoped she’d be transferring after the year was up.

She wondered where Midoriya was as he was the reason she got her butt here in the first place.

The Pro, Present Mic, continued to shout out to the crowd of potential students but Delia figured everyone was too wound up to join in or even focus enough. He was in the process of explaining their physical test when a loud voice rang out. A boy with cut blue hair and glasses stood suddenly and practically demanded answers of a possible inconsistency regarding the robots before the Pro could probably get to it (impatient much?) and then turned behind him to yell at the very boy she was wondering about for muttering too loudly.

She wanted to laugh but her nerves were already fraying. As they were announcing the order of tests and people were slowly being shuffled out of the auditorium, Delia took a long breath before marching outside with the others.

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This was exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

She went on auto pilot as soon as the doors opened. Everyone rushed forward only to be immediately greeted by a bunch of green robots with glowing red eyes. Without thinking, she looked for the nearest water source...yes, a fire hydrant!...and reached her hand outwards to pull the water. A burst of water came rushing out that she quickly sharpened into her normal water whip and sliced out at the first two robots she saw ahead of her, breaking their heads off.

“Wow that was amazing!” A girl with short brown hair to her left shouted at her before running further down the street. Delia blinked. Holy shit, that was amazing! For a moment, Delia felt she could really do this...until about 10 minutes later.

The robots didn’t give her a minute to think anymore, which considering her extreme anxiety over today was probably a good thing, and she used her whip to maim any robot who came within range. As soon as she was finally racking up a few points, a giant shadow loomed over the street.

It was the zero points robot.

Holy shitballs it was huge, Delia thought, shielding her face, as it stomped its way over causing surrounding small buildings and the street itself to explode with force everywhere.

She was about to run but she heard someone cry out. It was the really nice girl from earlier who was caught under the debris from the zero pointer.

Everyone was running.

Then she ran.

Towards the girl.

There was water running from a broken pipe so she willed it near her as she skidded to the girl and put her hand up and the water formed a water dome around her the girl as they braced themselves for the next step from the robot but it never came.

“SMASH!” Midoriya yelled from above them. Through the water she saw him go flying at the face of the robot and hit it so hard the zero pointer was thrown back with a broken face.

“Oh my god” she whispered. The water fell on them in a whoosh and she snapped back to the girl and pushed the rock up far enough to wiggle her leg out. Looking up, she saw Midoriya start to fall and her heart continued to race as she tried to figure out how to catch him but the girl who was stuck ran, now with a limp, touch a rock and float upwards towards him. She meets him halfway then taps him midair and slowly brings them back to earth. Then promptly throws up off the side of the rock.

The buzzer goes off.

Times up.

Delia felt her shoulder drop in disappointment. She only had 20 points from the smaller robots and barely. That was it. She was stuck at a regular school and wouldn’t be a pro hero.

The finality of things started to weigh on her and followed her as she shuffled her way home, trying not to cry.

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The wait was killing her.

It’s been days and she’s checked the mail repeatedly. Damn near scared the mailman a few times when she ran up to him a few houses before hers.

By the time it came, she had all but figured she failed so badly that they weren’t gonna waste time with a letter. Yeah, she was being dramatic but still.

Finally, a small package addressed to her arrived. Delia had to wait until her parents went out to the store with Henry before she could run to her room and play it. After triple checking they left, she set it up on her small desk and internally started to scream.

“Young Bell, it is me All Might! I am here! To give you your results on your exam to UA!”

There goes her ability to breathe.

She started to bite her lip nervously.

“It says here that you scored 24 points on your practical and did well enough in your written test. BUT”

She was now on the verge of gnawing her lip off.

“While your scores were alright enough, what really wowed us was your last few minutes of the practical!”

He started a small screen next to him of the girl who was stuck under a rock talking to someone behind the camera.

“Is it possible to share my points?!” The girl exclaimed to someone behind the camera.

Delia’s hand went to her chest as the girl, who didn’t know her nor should’ve bothered to do this, wanted to make sure her and Midoryia earned enough points and if not, to give them some of hers. Her lip had to have been bruised by now.

“Did you really think a Hero academy judged solely on the ability to hit a robot? We look at everything! And you, Young Bell, embody just the right person we strive to teach! You went ahead without thinking or caring about anything but the girl and acted- acted heroically! We awarded you 30 more points bringing your total to a whopping 54! So, Young Bell, I want to congratulate you on your acceptance to UA! Welcome, future hero!”

Delia’s lip was bleeding now but she didn’t care. Tears were rushing down her face before she could stop them.

She thought it was done.

But really- it was just beginning.

She sent a silent thank you to the boy on the beach and the hero they both looked up to

#The Call of a Siren #bakugou x oc #bakugo fanfic #bakugou katsuki #mha #mha fanfiction #Class 1A #All Might #midoriya izuku #bakugou smut #my hero academia #my hero academy fanfiction #bnha #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha fanfiction

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lorilane33 · 5 years ago

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He’s Your Dancing Queen

Summary: Bucky is a man-child about indulging your want to watch Mamma Mia for the hundredth time, and when you come early a few days later you are met with something unexpected.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,589

Warnings: Bucky being a cheeky little shit. Mamma Mia obsession, fluff out the wazoo because that’s my jam. Hilarity.

A/N: This is my first every Bucky fic, and I’m super excited about it. Mamma Mia has recently become one of my favorite musical movies and ABBA has no shortage of amazing and inspirational songs :) This is the result of that. Please like and reblog, I live for that shit :)

Saturday evening arrives in the house you share with your boyfriend Bucky and he lets out a groan while his eyes roll to the back of his head; you’ve made your choice for what movie you want for movie night.

“Y/n, doll. I get that it’s your turn to pick the movie we watch, but Mamma Mia? AGAIN?” Bucky settles into the couch and his arm goes around you, his mind flashes back to the last time you watched Mamma Mia. “Didn’t we just watch it on Wednesday?”

“So?? Bucky, come on.” You stick your bottom lip out in a pout, knowing he can’t handle it when you ask so sweetly. “Pleeeease? I promise I won’t sing along too loudly this time.”

Bucky knows you are taking advantage of him but he can’t bring himself to tell you no, especially when it’s something that continually brings you this much joy. Letting out a defeated sigh he responds, “Fiiiine, we can watch it again.” When he hears you squeal in response he smiles and adds on, “It’s so not fair that you use that pout against me, Y/n. You know that look coming from you breaks my heart.”

You reach up and kiss Bucky’s cheek, the scratch of his beard against your lips a nice feeling. “You know you love me, no matter what. Now, stop being a punk if you want to keep cuddling with me.” A smirk gracing your features.

A few songs into the movie, you’ve completely forgotten the promise you made Bucky and are currently singing along (loudly) to Dancing Queen with Donna, Tonya, and Rosie, wishing you could run away to Greece with Bucky.

Suddenly you feel a heavy weight against you as Bucky sags into you and sighs with boredom. Trying to get him on board with the fun, you shove the air mic into Bucky’s face, and all you get is a grumble about how he’s heard this song a million times and he’s tired of it. Laughing, your whole body moves to the beat of the song and you serenade him through to the end of it.

“Finally, that stupid song is over. Can we watch something else now?” you hear Bucky mumble, adding on another dramatic sigh for effect.

Your eyebrows shoot up in response and you momentarily frown, the movie momentarily forgotten. “Excuse you, Bucky? It was my turn to pick!”

“I feel like I’m going to be singing these songs in my sleep because of how often we’ve watched this movie,” Bucky replies. He rolls his eyes. “And the last thing I want is to be singing ABBA songs when I’m trying to rest, doll.”

Rolling your eyes you turn your attention to the TV and realize you’ve almost missed the beginning of your favorite scene. “That’s great, hon. We can talk about it later, I promise. Now, please… shush.”

An overly dramatic and indignant look crosses Bucky’s face as he realizes you’re blowing him off and he tightens his arm around you, “Now who needs to be excused, little missy? You think you can just -”

Suddenly a pillow collides with his face and he is momentarily stunned. “I said SHUSH!” You yell all while your attention remains on the screen, where Sky and Sophie are singing their duet, Lay All Your Love On Me.

“Y/n, are you ignoring me for Sky??” Bucky whines, glancing back and forth between you and the movie. “Oh my god, you totally are!!” He exclaims as he shoves your shoulder.

Smiling you laugh at his need for attention. “And what if I am, Buck? He’s so beautiful! Just look at him!” you cry. “His voice isn’t bad either... So there’s that,” nonchalantly you shrug in amusement.

“How could you ignore me for him?” He reaches up and pokes you in the nose, and then he points to Sky onscreen as you turn to face him. “HE LOOKS LIKE HOWARD STARK, Y/N, IN CASE YOU DIDN’T NOTICE AND THAT’S WEIRD.”

At this, you burst out laughing. “Howard Stark?? Really, hon? He does NOT look like Howard! Now you’re just grasping at straws. NOW SHHHHHH!!” You add on as you turn your attention back to the TV, the chemistry between Sophie and Sky crackling on-screen.

Bucky keeps up his petulant attitude. “You’re right, he can’t be Howard because he’s half-naked and the ugly sod is bloody British,” he mockingly responds.

You pat Bucky’s knee in response to his obvious jealousy. “Awww, Sweetie. It’s okay to be jealous every once in a while,” you coo gently.

“Jealous?! Me?! JEALOUS OF THE HOWARD STARK WANNABE??? Please.” Bucky huffs as his eyes roll again. “How much of this movie do we have left anyway?”

Your grin grows wider as you break the news to him. “Bucky. Sweetheart. Babe. My love. We’re not even halfway through yet. You’ve seen this movie before, you should know!”

Bucky dramatically groans, adding another eye-roll in for effect, as he flops down to lay his head in your lap. His metal arm wraps around your waist as he mumbles into your leg, “Just wake me up when it’s over.”

You roll your eyes fondly at his antics knowing he wasn’t actually upset about any of it. “Fine, Buck. Go to sleep, you brat.” Your hand finds its way into his soft, short locks, and gives it a firm tug. He lets out a small squawk of surprise and glares at you before he closes with a victorious smile on his face.

Once the movie ends you shake Bucky to wake him up. “Hey. Wake up, it’s over.”

“Oh my god, finally!” Bucky mumbles through a yawn. “I was beginning to think it would never end. Did you finally get enough of your boy Sky and his stupid British nonsense??”

Giggling, you respond as you pinch him. “Maybe I haven’t, we should watch it again to make sure. You’re such a brat, you know that?”

He gasps. “NOOO!” batting your hand away, he continues. “Excuse you? Who are you calling a brat, punk?”

“Hey! I could have left you to sleep out here on the couch, ya know. But I didn’t, because I’m a loving girlfriend.”

“A loving girlfriend, huh? I wouldn’t have to sleep through half the movie if you didn’t make me watch Mamma Mia all the time, Y/n. So technically this is your fault.” He begrudgingly sits up, glaring at you for waking him up.

You smile and boop his nose. “How on Earth is this my fault, Buck?”

A look of mild annoyance lands on his face when he pulls away from your finger. “How is this your fault? Gee, I wonder how this could, in any way, be your fault?”

Pushing him off the couch, you smile and kiss his head as you walk past him, letting your fingers graze his bearded jaw. “Awww, Buck. You’re so cute when you’re jealous.”

Eyes widening as he realizes what you said, he calls out to your form retreating into the bedroom. “I am NOT jealous of not Howard, Y/n! We’ve discussed this!!”

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“Exactly, Stef! I don’t understand how she thinks she has the right to do that.” You continue your phone conversation while digging in your purse for your keys as you walk up to the porch.

Listening to your friend’s reply, you walk up the front steps and successfully pull your keys from your purse. Suddenly you hear muffled voices, and it sounds like it’s coming from inside.

“Hey, Stef, I’m gonna have to call you back. Yeah, I’ll talk to you later. Bye.” You end the call and dump the phone into your purse as you go to unlock the door. “Buck?”

Once you open the door the mystery of the blaring noise is solved as you hear the opening chords of Sky and Sophie’s duet coming from the living room, then Sky’s voice is heard too. But this time there’s another voice. “Um, Bucky?” You call out, hoping to figure out where he’d disappeared to.

You place your keys in the dish by the front door, confusion settling in. However, the mystery of the missing boyfriend, too, is solved momentarily as seconds later you turn the corner into the living room only to see Bucky, who apparently has no idea you’re home.

The man who complained about watching Mamma Mia only days previously is now singing along with the movie, giving it all he’s got, clad in nothing but his boxer briefs. Your mouth drops open at the sight before you as he whips his shorter locks to the song. Bucky’s hand that isn’t using the remote as an air mic glides down his body as he does a few body rolls, then his hips start swinging in time to the beat as he runs his free hand through his hair, making it stick up even more than it already was.

You continue to stare, absolutely gobsmacked, as your boyfriend starts moving along with the words even more as the second verse builds to the chorus:

“It was like shooting a sitting duck,

A little small talk, a smile and baby I was stuck.

I still don't know what you've done with me,

A grown-up woman should never fall so easily.

I feel a kind of fear

When I don't have you near,

Unsatisfied, I skip my pride

I beg you, dear,”

Bucky finishes an attempt at an elaborate spin move as he sings the last line, and you finally snap out of your trance and begin laughing.

His eyes fly open as he hears you, not expecting you to be home so soon. “Y/N?!? OH MY GOD, I THOUGHT YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO BE HOME UNTIL SEVEN!?!” Bucky frantically tries to find the remote on the coffee table for a few seconds, only to make you slouch against the wall in laughter as he realizes he’s been using it as a mic.

Suddenly your laughter is the only sound now as the TV goes silent when Bucky pauses it. He crosses his arms, drawing your attention to his chest, which is heaving with his heavy breathing and covered in a light sheen of sweat.

Pulling yourself back up to a standing position, you wipe the tears that have been streaming down your face as you try to compose yourself. Giggling, you reply, “Yeah, Buck, I wasn’t. But if you had looked at your phone at all over the last hour you’d have seen my text that said I was coming home early. And lemme tell you, I’ve never been so glad to have you not read my text in our entire relationship.”

You let your eyes now wander appreciatively over your mostly naked boyfriend, taking in the Greek god that is James Barnes, and when your eyes get back up to his face you see him scoff at you. “Hey! Quit ogling the merchandise. Geez, doll, I feel so objectified right now.”

Smirking at him, you roll your eyes at his antics. “But what if your merchandise is really, really nice to look at?” You pause. “Speaking of merchandise, Buck. Umm. I’m assuming you know you’re running around in your underwear? Where are your clothes?”

Without missing a beat Bucky says, “Pfft. Duh, Y/n! Of course, I know I’m in my underwear. It’s the best state to be in. And for my clothes, they’re In the dresser, where they’re supposed to be? Well. My sweats are probably on the floor, but whatever.” He shrugs like that’s the most logical place for his pants to be.

Unable to keep a straight face, you break down into giggles. “So you’ve just been wandering around in your briefs since I left this morning?”

Dropping the remote onto the couch cushion, Bucky walks over to you, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Yeah, pretty much. Got a problem with that?”

With Bucky suddenly in front of you, blue eyes staring at you so intensely, your response is much breathier than you anticipated. “Nope. Not a single problem, Buck. But, baby.” Breathing deeply and arching your eyebrow at him you continue. “Last time I checked, you thought Sky was a Howard Stark wannabe and made fun of the fact that he’s British. What’s up with that?”

Bucky shrugs in defeat, chuckling as he responds. “What can I say? It’s really not my fault ABBA has killer songs. And it’s also not my fault that the story they’ve used the songs to tell is a damn good one.” His hands come to rest on your hips, lightly rubbing his thumbs over your hipbones, his eyes bright. “And it’s still not my fault that my irresistible girlfriend makes me watch the movie all the damn time. I’ve had it memorized for three months, doll.”

Almost subconsciously your arms reach up to rest on his shoulders in response to his ministrations as he gently brushes his nose against yours. “But Y/n here’s the real question. It’s really important, so I need you to answer honestly. My performance. It blew a half-naked Sky out of the water, right? No contest?”

“Oh my god, Bucky!” You slap his chest, laughing. “We were having a moment and you were such a brat and ruined it!”

You lean your forehead against his shoulder in an attempt to gain some composure, but it fails because your head is bobbing along to Bucky’s laughter emanating from his chest. “Doll, it was an honest question. I just need your honest opinion, that I’m better than Sky.”

Pulling away from Bucky, you walk back toward the doorway where the two bags you brought home were strewn, forgotten, along with your purse. With an affectionate laugh, you look back at him. “Bucky Barnes, some days I haven’t the slightest idea what to do with you. You are such a man-child.”

Smiling, he rolls his eyes at your retort. You walk up to him, resting your free hand on his bicep as you go up on tiptoe to press a sweet kiss to his lips. His hands reach for your ass, but you swat his hand away and smirk. “Nope. Hands off, mister. I’ll never make it to the shower if I let you get your hands on me.” He chuckles.

You brush past him, pausing for a second. “And to answer your super important question? Hands down better than Sky, doll. You’re definitely my dancing queen.” Suddenly Bucky yelps in surprise as the crack of your hand firmly slapping his ass echoes in the room as you run to the bedroom.

“HEY! Get back here, you brat!” Bucky yells as he takes off after you, rubbing his ass the whole way.

A couple of hours later, after Bucky finishes showing you just how much he loves you, and after finally, finally finishing in the shower, music can once again be heard blaring from the TV. If anyone were to walk up to the door at this point in time they would hear voices muffled through the door just as you had earlier that day, not quite sure what it was they were hearing.

In the living room, though, unaware of anyone or anything outside yourselves, you find yourself in your underwear right beside Bucky in his, loudly singing and dancing along to Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again like there’s no tomorrow. Bucky may be a man child, but he’s your dancing queen, and you wouldn’t trade him for anybody else.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel one shot #marvel imagine #marvel drabble #marvel fluff #marvelfic #marvel fic

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inkribbon796 · 4 years ago

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Rules of the Game Ch. 2

Chapter 2: Two of a Kind

Summary: The trio track Paddy down and do not like what they find.

Chapters: 1, 2

The three Septics followed Paddy’s trail down to the river and the docks. After almost an hour Chase spotted him first, the young teen slipping between warehouses with a small duffle bag over his shoulder. The same type of t-shirt and ripped up jeans that Chase remembered him wearing.

“The hell is he doing out here?” Jackie demanded quickly as Marvin helped conceal them with an illusion. They watched Paddy walking down the docks and looking at the piers. He finally stopped and walked out a bit until he got towards the edges.

And a slow high pitched echo could be heard as Dark stepped out of the Void, his feet right where concrete met wood.

Chase could have sworn his heart stopped at the sight of Dark so close to his eldest baby.

“Do you have it?” Dark asked in a calm and collected voice.

“Not that hard ta find this stuff,” Paddy didn’t even sound the least bit intimidated by Dark, which Chase didn’t know whether to find more terrifying or feel proud of.

He only knew his feet were moving before his brain could stop himself.

“Get the fook away from my kid,” Chase demanded as Jackie and Marvin rushed out of hiding to join him.

“I thought I saw something,” Dark smiled. “If you boys could wait your turn, I have business to attend to.”

“Damien, how dare yah tell him about them!” Chase roared. “Paddy, the hell are yah doing here?”

“Didn’t know I needed yer permission again fer stuff,” Paddy huffed and Chase felt something in the middle of white hot rage and concerned fear boiling inside of him.

“Yah do if it’s the League!” Chase shouted.

“What did yah do ta him?” Marvin demanded.

Dark stepped aside so that they had a clear line of sight to Paddy, Dark taking the bag and briefly looking through it before passing it back to Paddy, “I’ve never understood how you have any friends, why is hypnotism always the first thing you think to accuse me of? It’s not a good long-term working relationship.”

Then he smiled, and flicked his wrist and a portal opened up behind Paddy. “Besides there are much easier ways to get people to do what you want.”

Jackie moved first but slammed into Dark’s aura, already braced to stop him, suddenly thickening into existence.

“Paddy, stop!” Chase called out, running forward.

Pádraig casually stepped through the portal and Dark immediately closed it.

“Oh don’t be so dramatic,” Dark smiled vindictively. “He’s safe, even if he’s doing something you don’t approve of.”

“Dark, yah bastard!” Marvin shouted at the demon, summoning up some green fireballs.

“I resent that wholeheartedly,” Dark glared at him sharply. “After all, you all did the same thing to me, and now you’re complaining when the tables are turned.”

“Yer children were criminals that have killed an’ stolen,” Chase reminded.

“Well whose fault do you think it is that three out of three of your children are demon pups?” Dark responded. “Their mother is a bit shrill, and catty—”

“Hey, ex-fookin-cuse yeh? Shut yer fookin’ mouth!” Chase defended angrily.

Dark however kept going, “—And I can’t possibly imagine the series of events that would cause the two of you to not only start a relationship but decide to have three children? However she really is trying with those three. Wil had a white sheep in the mix, but I can see why Anti set his sights on you if your blood makes such little monsters.”

“Like yah can talk!” Jackie shouted.

“You’re all so loud,” Dark complained dismissively.

“Where’d yah send him?” Marvin demanded. “What gives yah the right ta target Average’s kids?”

“You messed with mine,” Dark reminded sharply, a growl to his tone. “So I’m returning the favor.”

“They’re criminals,” Marvin defended. “Yer bloodthirsty brat is a murderer, Yan kills men who slight or snub her. An’ that prized adventurer of yers is a thief an’ an international criminal. None of ‘em, not even Host or Kay are innocent angels.”

“I own more of this town than its governments do,” Dark warned. “Maybe you all need a good reminder. Maybe this whole city needs a good reminder why I took over Egoton with an iron fist? Why my section of town controls the city?”

“I thought it was ‘cause yah were a rich psychopath,” Chase spat. “Yah control freak.”

“That is quite hurtful, Chase,” Dark huffed, opening up another portal so that Paddy could step back through to them, this time without his bag, Dark barely giving him a glance. “I thought you knew me better than that.”

“I thought I knew Damien,” Chase reminded. “But he clearly isn’t the person I thought he was if he takes orders from you.”

Dark signed, and turned back into Damien, leaning his weight on his cane, “Now Chase, I’m hurt.”

“Don’t yah dare,” Chase yelled at Damien.

Jackie gave Marvin a quick glance, Marvin shaking his fist down once.

Damien smiled, opening his mouth but Jackie threw down one of Marvin’s smoke bombs and smoke flooded the area. Dark’s aura instinctively pulled in to protect him in time for something to stab into where his chest would be if his aura hadn’t been pulled in at that moment.

Before Dark could push the attacker away, or throw them into the river, Marvin grabbed the modified stake and began muttering a spell, trying to pull Dark off of the body the Entity was inhabiting. The result was Dark’s aura painfully rattling around his stolen body as magic was jolting the body.

Dark screamed as Damien’s form dissipated and turned back his normal appearance before his aura pushed everyone away from him, almost knocking Paddy into the river.

The Entity, once he recovered and pulled the spike out of his aura, one of the buttons on his shirt missing from where the spike had nicked it. Dark angrily throwing the spike to the ground, crushing it under his aura and foot.

“Well you are annoying,” Dark hissed at Marvin.

“How they hell are yah doing that?” Marvin spat. “That should have worked.”

“Now why would I tell you?” Dark hissed. Then he looked back at Paddy who was dusting himself off, before smiling at Marvin. Dark muttered to himself, “Well that’s not a half bad idea.”

Dark opened up another portal, one large enough that the three Septics could see the inside of Paddy’s bedroom. “I think it’s time for you to head on home, young man.”

“I thought you said,” Paddy started.

“Well, I changed my mind,” Dark snapped with a saccharine sweet tone. “I’ll still keep my promise, just try to get some sleep.”

“What deal did you make?” Chase demanded.

The portal snapped closed, Dark’s ringing shrill, “I’m not a crossroads demon, ask your own son.”

Then Dark was stepping through his own portal with the type of smile that no one but Wilford could trust. “Good evening gentlemen, I hope all of you rot alive, and your resident magician dies in a fire.”

“We’re not done with yeh,” Marvin growled.

“Well I am done with you delinquents,” Dark decided, a shadow of a smile on his face. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, boys, I have an empire to run.”

Dark sank into the portal, his aura keeping the three Septics back. Once he was gone, Chase began violently cursing at Damien and Dark, stomping on the ground the Entity had been standing in.

“He’s not gonna get away with this,” Marvin vowed.

“He already is,” Chase felt a rising sense of panic.

“He hasn’t won yet,” Marvin tried to reassure him. “These demon fooks can’t just divide up yer kids like they fookin’ own them.”

“Damien was always interested in my power,” Chase reminded. “Now he’s targetin’ Paddy an’ the other kids.”

“An’ I won’t rest until we stop him,” Marvin promised.

Jackie swore, looking down at his communicator. “We were a distraction.”

“What?” Marvin snapped.

“Did somethin’ happen to Stacy an’ the kids?” Chase demanded.

“No,” Jackie was already moving, leading them towards the Gainesville side of the city. “UFO an’ Bing are already headed over to check on them. I sent out a signal for help but the rest of the Coalition are dealing with an apartment fire.”

“Why are we all going there?” Marvin demanded.

“Because it’s the Dark Side’s apartment, an’ Remus’s magic got loose in the city,” Jackie explained. “They only just got it under control, they just didn’t want Dark ta come over an’ make it worse.”

They headed over, rushing to see the building still on fire, the flames a bright green as Remus was taking to Abe. Wade, Roman, and several of the fire fighters were working to keep it from jumping to other buildings and trying to suppress it.

Remus was on the ground looking annoyed at Abe, “What part of Imagination didn’t you understand?”

“It’s really not that hard!” Roman called from where he was.

“What happened?” Jackie asked Silver. “Is there anyone still inside?”

Silver shook his head, “No the Host called to warn Deceit that an arsonist was going to burn their apartment down, everyone’s already been evacuated. It wasn’t even a serious problem until it reached the Duke’s room.”

All three Septics let out differing sighs of relief as Marvin went to go and help. When the fire was finally sniffed out the building was little more than a husk.

Remus stood next to Janus, “We had such a lovely view, Dee.”

“Yes, it was a nice place,” Janus agreed.

“Last I heard yer apartment was a piece at shite,” Jackie reminded.

Janus took a big, calming breath, “Well unlike you media darlings, better places were hard for us to find. Our landlord was one of the few who would accept Remus as a tenant. Of course I liked her.”

“So, arson, we know who did this?” Marvin asked uncomfortably, looking at Virgil and Roman.

“Dark sent one of his thugs to send a message,” Janus answered for them.

“Why?” Marvin asked. “Aren’t you two part of the League?”

“Dark and I are no longer on speaking terms,” Janus corrected.

“Harsh,” Jackie commented. “Didn’t know he had veto power, so what now?”

“Lo and the Captain already made the final call,” Virgil didn’t sound happy.

Remus grabbed Roman around the neck, “We get to be roommates!”

“Unhand me!” Roman spat, starting to kick and punch at Remus.

“And I hate it already,” Virgil agreed.

“Yikes,” Jackie said, “is that safe?”

“Well be out soon enough,” Janus promised. “I have no desire to be in the same living space as the Captain again.”

Chase was nearby with Abe, looking at some rubble.

“—and then it ricocheted right into the air duct, it was where the fire was started,” Abe explained.

“Paddy did it,” Chase answered, unprompted. “It was him.”

“Come on Average, no one could hit a target like that,” Marvin sounded nervous, catching the accusation.

“I could,” Chase reminded. “Paddy’s got almost the exact same ability as me.”

“Hey, hey,” Marvin tried to calm himself down. “We go ask the kid what’s wrong and figure out what kind of trouble he’s in and then we get Dark off his back.

Abe and Chase didn’t look convinced, Abe continuing to ask questions about their encounter with Dark, and Chase getting more and more pessimistic and stressed about the situation.

On the other side of town, Anti was carefully pulling wires out of a generator. It wouldn’t make it fail yet, but in about an hour it would explode and Anti would be ready to film it.

His good mood died when Dark appeared next to him.

“Don’t think I didn’t catch yeh muscling in on the Brody’s, I thought I told yeh, they’re mine,” Anti hissed.

“I can help get you unlimited access to that little spitfire if you give me the older brother,” Dark bargained. “I’ll even keep my claws out of the other twin if you find a use for him.”

“What makes yeh think I need yer help?” Anti seamed heatedly.

“Because that magical side act has her so thoroughly warded you can’t influence her,” Dark reminded. “But I have an in, and I know you want it too. You’ve had that brat singled out as a future host from the moment you saw her.”

“Even if I made a deal wit’ yeh it wouldn’t do me any good fer another ten years,” Anti reminded with a sharp grin on his face.

“In ten years she could decide she wants to be more like her daddy,” Dark reasoned. “Ten years to get powerful until Marvin’s watch. We work together and then can’t stop us.”

Anti frowned in thought, “I get to call yeh names and make fun ‘a yeh.”

“Not even one,” Dark told him.

“Then yeh give me Bim an’ we call it even,” Anti goaded, already knowing what Dark’s answer would be.”

“Get creative with the names at least,” Dark growled, offering his hand. “Keep your claws away from him.”

The two demons shook on that. “Not my fault yer boring an’ spiteful, shitebag.”

“I already hate this,” Dark glared at Anti, pulling his hand away.

“Ahh, come on, it’s the start of a beautiful frenemy-ship,” Anti smiled. “Or yer spine too old fer some fun?”

Dark glared at him before portaling back to the Manor to get some work done, leaving Anti to his generator sabotage.

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Jacksepticeye #Markiplier #Thomas Sanders #Chase Brody #Darkiplier #Marvin the Magnificent #Jackieboy Man #Paddy Fitzpatrick #Janus Sanders #Remus Sanders #Roman Sanders #Virgil Sanders #manipulation #Dark being an asshole #Chase is overprotective #reasonably so #revenge

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kaialone · 5 years ago

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Spirit Tracks Translation Comparison: Zelda’s Body Taken

This will be a comparison of the original Japanese version and the US English localized version.

Specifically, this will cover the cutscenes in which Princess Zelda’s body ends up being stolen.

You can also watch these cutscenes for yourself in English and Japanese. If you want, you can check out the EU English version, too.

For the comparison, the usual points apply:

Bolded is the original Japanese text, for the reference.

Bolded and italicized is my translation.

Italicized is the official NOA translation.

A (number) indicates that I have a specific comment to make on that part in the translation notes.

As you read this, please keep in mind that with translations like these, it’s important not to focus on the exact literal wordings, since there is no single “correct answer” when it comes to translations.

Rather than that, consider the actual information that is being conveyed, in which way, and why.

Cirokuni = Alfonzo, Kimaroki = Cole, Dego = Byrne

After Link’s Train Derails:

Alfonzo:

姫さまあれを！

Your Highness, look over there!

Your Highness! Look over there!

Zelda:

…なんということでしょ一刻も早くあの塔に行かないと

...My goodness, we have to reach that tower as soon as possible.

What's happening to the Tower of Spirits?

Cole:

…困りますねぇ姫さまお忍びで散歩などされては…

...Now this just will not do, Your Highness. Going out for a little secret stroll like that...

Out for a leisurely stroll, Your Highness?

Tsk, tsk, tsk! You know that's not allowed!

Zelda:

大臣?

Minister?

Allowed by who? You, Chancellor Cole?

Cole:

ガキはおとなしく城で王様ごっこしてりゃいいんだよ!!

You brat should've just kept playing pretend-monarch at the castle like a good girl!!

Who else? Who do you think is really in charge?

Zelda, Link and Alfonzo:

…

Cole:

我が名はキマロキ…

長い間人間の振りをしていたので肩がこりましたよ

My name is Kimaroki...

Pretending to be human for so long has taken its toll on me. (1)

My goodness, pretending to be human is exhausting.

Who knew that chancellor was just another word...

for royal babysitter?!

Cole:

まあもう少し大臣でいるつもりだったのですが…

予定を早めました

Well, I had actually intended to keep being the minister for a while longer, but...

We ended up going ahead of schedule.

I had meant to keep up the ruse a bit longer.

Cole:

姫さまが悪いのですよ ? 余計なことをかぎ回るから

The fault is yours, Your Highness, is it not? You and your unnecessary meddling.

But you pushed me to this, Princess.

Cole:

しかもそんな小僧や機関士なんぞに手を借りてまで…

Moreover, you even went as far as to call a mere boy and an engineer to your aid...

Bringing in the boy and the engineer didn't help either.

Zelda:

あなたは… 一体?

What in the world... are you...? (2)

What are you talking about?

Cole:

おぞましき神の遺物…

The relic of that repugnant god...

I'm talking about your infernal meddling!

Cole:

忌まわしい結界が消えうせ今時は満ちた…

Now that this repulsive barrier is vanishing, the time is at hand...

But now that those vile tracks are disappearing,

the time is finally at hand!

Cole:

あと必要なのは…

All we need now is...

Cole:

あなたの… カラダ

Your... b o d y. (3)

A little help--hee hee--from you, Your Highness!

Alfonzo:

何者か知らねえが姫さまに仇なすってんなら…

I dunno who you are, but if you harm Her Highness in any way...

I don't know who these two are, Your Highness.

But with your permission...

Alfonzo:

このシロクニ容赦はしねえぜ？

I, Cirokuni, won't hold anything back against ya.

I'd be happy to teach them some manners.

Cole:

かっかっか… 人間ふぜいが

Ka ka ka... Typical human.

Nyee hee hee hee hee! How gallant! How brave!

How incredibly foolhardy!

Alfonzo:

なめんなよこちとら先々代から王家にお仕えしてんだ

Don't you underestimate me! My folks've been serving the royal family for generations, you know! (4)

Enough out of you!

My family has served the royal house for generations!

Cole:

!… ディーゴ様…

...! Master Dego...

Melodrama bores me.

Byrne, would you kindly dispose of this fool?

Byrne:

この男の言うとおりだ… かなり腕に覚えがあるようだな

It's like this man said... He certainly seems confident in his own strength.

This man speaks the truth, Cole.

His movements are not those of an amateur.

Byrne:

だが私の敵ではない…

But, he's no match for me...

But he is only human.

Alfonzo:

…なあんなって言っただろ？

...I told you not to underestimate me, didn't I?

I told you, I will defend the princess at any cost!

Byrne:

こちらも言ったはずだ我が敵ではないと

And I told you. You are no match for me.

And I told you. You're only human.

Cole:

キキキッさすがディーゴ様！お強に！イカス！

Keekeekee, I expected no less from you, Master Dego! Such strength! Tubular!

Nyee hee hee hee hee!

Oh, Byrne, you do know how to put on a show!

Byrne:

しょせんは人の技だ

あの程度で私の前に立つことはかなわぬ…

That's just the extent of human skill.

One can't hope to face me with something that meager...

It was hardly a fair fight, Cole.

Zelda:

あ… リンク…

Ah... Link...

Help me, Link!

Zelda:

こ来ないでください… それ以上近づかないで…

P-please stay away... Do not come any closer...

No! Don't come any closer!

Cole:

…まあ良いでしょう必要なのは王女の体…

...Ah well, that should be alright. We just need the body of the princess...

Good work, Byrne.

That takes care of the first step of our plan.

Cole:

さあディーゴ様参りましょうくっくっく…

Now, let us depart, Master Dego. Ku ku ku...

Nyee hee hee hee hee! Our work is done here.

Come now, Byrne!

Translation Notes:

What I adapted as “taken its toll on me” more literally translates to “made my shoulder stiff”, but from what I've seen, this is a generic phrase characters sometimes say when they’re exhausted? In any case, I adapted it the way I did because I thought it sounded a bit better. The English version likely did the same thing.

In this line by Zelda it’s not exactly clear if she is just supposed to be saying “What in the world are you...?” or if she means to say “What in the world are you talking about?” but doesn’t finish the line completely. The response from Cole makes the latter seem plausible though, which is probably why the English version went with that.

In Japanese, the word for body is 体/karada, but in this line here Cole drags it out for dramatic effect, saying it syllable by syllable as “ka ra da”, which goes along with the animation in this scene.

Alfonzo uses a somewhat informal word to refer to his family, so I translated it as “my folks” here, in case you were unsure what he meant.

Comparisons & Thoughts:

In this part, we are formally introduced to our main antagonists, as well as the central conflict of the game, which gives us a lot to go over.

Some of the changes to Cole in particular also become more apparent here, so I will start off with those.

A strange difference between versions is when and how we first learn Cole’s name.

In the English version, he was named right when he was introduced, but in Japanese it’s only at this point in the game right here that his name is revealed.

And the way he introduces himself with “My name is Kimaroki...” raises some questions. He’s using a rather dramatic way to say it in Japanese, too.

Since he was the minister, it seems unlikely that Zelda wasn’t aware of what his name was, so why would he need to say it like that?

Perhaps he was only introducing himself to Link and Alfonzo? But that's also kinda unlikely, since he doesn’t really address those two directly, he mostly speaks to Zelda.

Alternatively, this could imply he was actually working at the castle under a fake name, so this moment is him revealing his true name for the first time.

I think this would make the most sense from a story perspective, given how this dialogue flows.

But, we aren’t really given a clear indication of either option, so it’s also possible this was just a result of clunky writing.

Given this, I can understand why the English version changed it up so that Cole was already referred to by name at the castle.

Since it’s not really clear what, if anything, the Japanese version was trying to imply here, it's easier to go with something else that simplifies the issue.

As a fan, I am still interested in the potential implications of the Japanese version here, assuming it was intentional, but the change makes perfect sense from a localization perspective.

In the Japanese version, Cole says “You brat should’ve just kept playing pretend-monarch at the castle like a good girl!!”, when he reveals his true nature.

This calls back to what has been established back at the castle, namely Zelda being more of a figurehead ruler, with seemingly only Cole holding any real authority.

But it also shows us more about how Cole regards Zelda in this version. Whenever he addresses her, he scolds and berates her like one would a misbehaving child.

The English version does include these bits of information, with lines like “Who else? Who do you think is really in charge?“ and “Who knew that chancellor was just another word…for royal babysitter?!”

But I personally feel the Japanese version does it a bit better. It just feels slightly more natural, whereas the English version has Cole spell it out a bit too directly.

It’s not much of a difference right now, but the English version eventually drifts further from the Japanese version’s portrayal of how Cole talks to Zelda.

At this point, we also see more of how Cole’s general characterization has been tweaked in English.

Like I mentioned when he was first introduced, Cole has a formal and technically polite manner of speaking in the Japanese version, even if he is still condescending, of course.

But, that’s only half of it.

He actually has this character quirk where he flip-flops between that formal speaking style, and a very informal style, to the point of being almost crude sometimes.

And it’s not just him being insulting, he genuinely goes to talking more like a goon, no hint of class, not even ironic.

It’s different from the way Alfonzo switches up his speaking style, too. It’s a fairly normal thing to speak differently depending on the social context like Alfonzo does.

I’ve seen Cole’s flip-flopping being compared to the Happy Mask Salesman, who has some memorable outbursts in Majora’s Mask.

But with the Happy Mask Salesman, those are always caused by anger, whereas with Cole they don’t happen every time he’s angry, and can also happen when he’s delighted.

In any case, there is this clearly deliberate duality to Cole’s personality in the Japanese version.

In the English version, this aspect was dropped.

Here, Cole’s speaking style doesn’t really change, it’s always technically formal, but in a smug, more openly insulting manner.

It’s almost like a merging of Cole’s formal and informal sides from the Japanese version, slightly leaning more towards formal.

Compared to other characters, Cole’s lines will also see more rewrites from this point on, usually to make him seem more pompous, toning down how goony he can get during his informal moments.

Which characterization you prefer is up to you, of course, but it's arguably one of the bigger changes when it comes to the characters.

Though this change with Cole here is probably related to the next one I want to talk about.

Something that might have caught your eye is Cole referring to Byrne as “Master Dego” in Japanese.

Specifically, he uses the very respectful suffix 様/-sama when addressing him.

And yes, in the Japanese version, Byrne is presented to us as the leader of this scheme the two of them have going on, while Cole is his underling.

This is reflected by their interactions as well.

You could read them as equals, since Byrne doesn’t give out any orders, but Cole definitely addresses Byrne like one would a superior.

Of course, Cole doesn’t exactly come off as trustworthy, but still.

In English, this dynamic between them is completely turned around, so Cole is now implied to be directly in charge of this duo, with Byrne being an underling who does his bidding.

I’m guessing this is also part of the reason why Cole’s characterization was altered, or perhaps the other way around?

Since Cole is in charge now, he’s portrayed as less goofy, so to speak.

Most of Cole’s dialogue addressing Byrne in this cutscene has also been changed to reflect this change in their dynamic.

In Japanese, Cole acts subservient and flattering to Byrne, to an almost silly degree.

In English, Cole will flatter Byrne too, but in a way like a master would flatter an amusing servant of theirs.

I probably don’t need to go over each line between Cole and Byrne in detail.

But as a quick example, Cole’s reaction to Byrne actually stepping forward is completely different between the versions.

In Japanese, Cole says “…! Master Dego…”

Here, Cole is surprised about Byrne stepping forward like that, and seems a bit nervous, almost like he’s worried Byrne is getting impatient, or something similar.

If you pay attention, you’ll see his animation reflects the tone of this line, too.

But in English, he instead says “Melodrama bores me. Byrne, would you kindly dispose of this fool?”

In this version, Cole continues to be condescending, and dismissively summons Byrne to take care of the situation for him.

This also means that in the English version, Byrne presumably wouldn’t have acted on his own, while in the Japanese version he fought Alfonzo because he himself wanted to.

The latter is more consistent with how we see him act later.

It’s kinda interesting though that Byrne’s own dialogue remains mostly the same, despite these changes.

The way the dynamic between Byrne and Cole was changed between versions really does affect Cole more than it does Byrne. It’s really more how Cole plays off of him, and the implications of that, which are different.

There isn’t much of a direct difference to how Byrne treats Cole in Japanese compared to English. The implications are more those between the lines - Byrne working with a guy who acts more like a bootlicker to him in Japanese, while in English he works with a guy who treats him like a lackey.

One could speculate that the Japanese version of Byrne would have been too prideful to work with someone like the English version of Cole, but we have no way of knowing for sure.

Alright, so in my translation notes I already mentioned that during the line “Your… b o d y”, Cole is slowly dragging out the word 体/karada in Japanese, which goes along with how the camera zooms in on his face.

The English version adapted this with “A little help--hee hee--from you, Your Highness!“, which the last part is dragged out as “Your-High-ness”.

This is a clever adaptation, especially since you need to think outside the box a little here. A literal translation like mine wouldn’t work at all in-game.

Still, maybe they could have gone with something shorter like “your-bo-dy”?

Minor difference, but when Alfonzo steps forward, he directly talks to Cole and Byrne in the Japanese version, but in the English version he is talking about them to Zelda.

This could have been an oversight, or a deliberate change to give Zelda more authority in this part.

If it’s the latter, I’m not sure if it works, since it’s not like Zelda responds anyway, so it doesn’t feel any less like she’s being talked over.

I want to talk about the line “But, he’s no match for me“, because here we got a prominent example of the EU English version actually getting it wrong by being too literal.

In actual Japanese, Byrne says “だが私の敵ではない”/“Daga watashi no teki dewanai“, which literally translates to “But, he’s not my enemy”, and the EU version went with that.

However, that was a bad call on their part.

Because “He’s not my enemy” is a Japanese figure of speech which means “He’s no match for me”. As in, not being strong enough to even be considered an enemy.

Therefore it should not be translated literally like that.

The US English version adapts this line as “But he is only human”.

This makes use of information Byrne originally gives after the battle in Japanese: “That’s just the extent of human skill. One can’t hope to face me with something that meager…”

In turn, that bit is then streamlined in English as: “It was hardly a fair fight, Cole.“

I am impressed by the way they spread around the information they needed to convey in a manner that allowed them to use less text here.

But it also changes up the flow of this scene, as in the Japanese version, we don’t get the confirmation that Byrne is not human until after Alfonzo is beaten by him.

It’s an easy guess of course, but there is that initial bit of tension.

As Alfonzo and Byrne fight, Alfonzo’s dialogue is changed from “ …I told you not to underestimate me, didn’t I?“ to “I told you, I will defend the princess at any cost!”, kinda shifting the topic of this conversation, which was originally about pitting their strength against each other.

This is notable because Alfonzo has been built up for the audience as being one of the strongest people in the land.

And without confirmation that Byrne is not human, there is this illusion of hope that maybe Alfonzo can match his strength.

The power of regular humans compared to beings of demonic or divine nature is one of the themes of this story, so this fight is part of the audience’s more personal introduction to it.

I do think the English version does a good job of setting this theme up in its own right, it’s just done differently.

And lastly, Cole’s comment after Zelda’s spirit is expelled from her body and flies towards the castle differs between versions:

…Ah well, that should be alright. We just need the body of the princess…

Good work, Byrne.

That takes care of the first step of our plan.

In the Japanese version, Cole acknowledges the fact that he just saw Zelda’s spirit fly away, but brushes it off as being unimportant, openly dismissing Zelda as a possible threat at this point.

But in the English version, that part isn’t mentioned.

I feel this was probably an oversight due to lack of context.

In the actual cutscene, we see Cole watching very closely as Zelda’s spirit emerges and flies away, so his comment follows up on that animation in Japanese.

But translators are rarely able to see the visuals of what they are translating, as they are usually only given the text itself.

And if that was the case here, the translators would have only gotten to see what amounts to Cole saying something along the lines of “That’s alright, we just need the body of the princess”, without any additional context.

If we assume this is what happened, it makes sense that they adapted the line the way they did in the final version.

I don’t know how the translation process was handled in Spirit Tracks, but I do know that with many game translations, you will usually have a first translator doing a more literal, rough translation draft, and then a second translator who rewrites that raw translation into the final text.

And if that second translator is unable to check the Japanese version to clear up any potential confusion, you can end up with even more deviations from the original quite easily.

This is just some possible examples of how various factors can affect text translations in ways the translators themselves have little control over.

Overall, this batch of scenes is interesting when it comes to the localization.

They’re rather faithful for the most part, outside of general slight differences I mentioned previously, like Alfonzo’s speaking style. The dialogue is mostly the same, though.

The biggest difference is really Cole’s characterization and dialogue, particularly in regards to his interactions with other characters.

Especially the flipping of his dynamic with Byrne is a notable change to the story from a character perspective.

But this part is already pretty long, so I won’t dwell on it more than that for now. Feel free to check out the next one!

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"Magica?" Poe looked at her curiously, "you look uh-"

"Like a rotting corpse?!" She picked him up and squeezed against him, her eye accidentally falling out as she did so.

"Woah.. that uh-... that fell right out there," he commented. Magica growled.

"Something has happened," she sneered, picking up her eye and putting it back.

"Yep," poe just nodded.

"I knew it! I could feel the dark shadow forces stirring," she began to pace her small skull island.

"I'm not suprised because i saw her! The princess Webbigail!"

Magica paused.

"Webbigail... alive...?" Her eye twitched.

"That Vanderquack brat?!" She threw Poe against a wall.

"Uh- yes..? I guess she got a kick in the head- the curse just isn't what it used to be," he shrugged.

"That's why im stuck here in limbo!!!" She realized furiously. "My curse is unfulfilled!" She flung her arms out, her hand flying clean off with the rest of her arm length glove. She sat and cried dramatically.

"Oh Poe... look at me," she flung herself on a rock. "I'm falling apart."

"Oh no Magica," Poe said as he brought over her hand. "Considering how long you've been dead, you look pretty good."

"Bah..." she pushed it away as Poe put back on her hand.

"Magica, you do! You do!" He tried to convince.

"Really?" She sniffled.

"Is this the face of a crow who would lie to you?" He smiled innocently. "Come on, for a minute there you had your old spark back!"

"Before I had lost the gift from the dark spirits," she hissed and sat up. "And the key to my powers!"

"What? You mean this old thing," he lifted up the purple gemstone. Magica gasped.

"Where did you find this?" She inquired.

"Oh i found it-"

"Give it to me!" She snatched it.

"Wha-"

"My old friend-"

"Brother-"

"Friend, together again," she had been talking to the stone. She picked it up and embraced it to her cheek.

"Now my dark purpose can be fulfilled!" She laughed. "And the last of the Vanderquacks will die!!!"

"Where is that wind coming from?" Poe looked around, but lightning quickly flashed and shot him out of his seat.

"Come forth my minions!!!" she called, dark shadows swirling out of the purple gen like a massive hurricanes.

"It is time to fulfill your purpose one last time!!! Go!! Fly!!! And kill Princess Webbigail!!!"

.o0o.

Louie was the last one of the three (well four, if you counted the dog- which he didnt) to sit down, and when he tried to sit next to his uncle, Lena had sat down right there and growled at him. Louie rolled his eyes and sat next to Webby.

"Mut gets the window seat," he muttered under his breath. Donald rolled his eyes and continued forging the fake documents for Webby. Webby fiddled with her necklace.

"Hey- you know that's not very ladylike, right? You're a Grand Duchess" Louie asked. Webby harumphed and slumped over.

"How is it you know what a Grand Duchess' is even like?" She said.

"I make it my business to know," he smirked.

"Oh," she gave up and kept playing with the necklace. Louie sighed.

"Look, Webby, i'm just trying to help," he teased. Donald side eyed him. Webby sat up.

"Louie, do you really think im royalty?" She asked.

"You know I do," he said.

"Oh yeah? Then stop bossing me around!" She spat, slouching over and playing with the necklace once again.

Donald chuckled. "She certainly has a mind of her own."

"I hate that in a woman," he growled. Webby stuck out her tongue at him before returning to face the window.

Donald chuckled and marked off "Webby- 24" and "Louie- 3" on a spare piece of paper. He was having fun. There was a long stretch of silence, Webby got out a book (Louie didn't even know if she could actually read, but it appeared so), and Donald excused himself for a moment.

"Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot," Louie sighed.

"Good, I agree," she snarked. "But i accept your apology."

"Apology? Who said I was sorry?" Louie gawked.

"I still accept it," she smiled cheekily and went back to her book. She paused a second.

"Are you gonna miss it?" She asked.

"Miss what?" Louie asked.

"Russia," Webby stared out the window.

"No," Louie said flatly.

"But... it was your home," Webby said.

"It was a place... that I lived in... end of story." he closed his eyes and sighed.

"Well then you must plan on staying and making Paris your home, huh?" Webby asked.

"What is with you a-and home?" He threw his arms in the air.

"Well- for one, its something every normal person wants," she huffed, "and for another thing, its just- ugh. Forget it," she climbed out of the train booth just as Donald appeared with Lena once more.

"Oh thank goodness you are here- get him out of my sight," Webby scowled before leaving.

"Louie, what did you do?" Donald sighed.

"Me?! I-it's her! Won't stop talking about home and stuff..." he crossed his arms and sat back down.

"Louie, it's not her fault. She doesn't know," Donald sat by him.

"Yeah, yeah," he blew it off. Donald sighed and went back to his paperwork.

"I'm... i'm gonna get some fresh air," Louie went out of the cabin.

"And i'll be here," Donald shook his head slowly.

Little did they know, a swarm of dark shadows were flying speedily not too far away.

But for now, it was time for their papers to be checked. As Donald waited in line he overheard a conversation.

"I cannot believe i had to delay this trip for a week because they changed the papers from blue to red! It's outrageous!"

"Blue.. to red?" Donald looked down.

Their papers were blue.

Donald dashed his way out of line and back to Louie, who went back to the cabin not too long ago.

"Something wrong?" Louie asked.

"One thing i hate about this government is that everything is in red," he explained. Louie rubbed his face.

"Hoh boy," Louie rubbed his face and started packing their things.

"I suggest we move to the baggage cart," Donald said.

"On it," Louie nodded. He nudged the sleeping Webby in the corner, who punched him square in the face. He fell back in his seat.

"Oh i'm so- oh it was you. Nevermind," she relaxed. Louie rolled his eyes.

"C'mon, we gotta go," he took her hand.

"Wha- where are we going?" She asked. Louie didn't explain.

"Men are such babies," she muttered under her breath, following him anyway.

"Ah, yes. This'll do nicely," Louie nodded.

"She'll freeze in here," donald rubbed his arms from the cold.

"She'll thaw in Paris," Louie rolled his eyes.

"What are we doing in the baggage car?" Webby asked. Both men shrugged with giant grins on their faces. "There wouldn't be anything wrong with our papers, would there?"

"Of course not, you grace," Louie mocked lightly, "it is just that I hate to see you with all those commonfolk." He spat the words like they were poison. Webby scoffed.

"Funny," she rolled her eyes and sat on a bag, before noticing that Lena wouldn't stop barking at a door.

"Lena? What's wrong?" She asked.

"She's a mutt, that's what," Louie said. Webby shot him a look and only that. As Donald went to investigate, the cart flung and all three of them fell to the ground, the cart somehow separating from the rest of the train. Donald stood up again and noticed that the engine room was on fire like mad.

"I think someone messed with the engine," Donald shouted over the wind. Louie huffed, took off his jacket and went to see for himself, instructing the others to stay there. Louie successfully got in after climbing over the coal cart, but it was too hot see anything and coals and hot pieces of rock were flying everywhere. He tried to look at the speedometer, but the fire grew and practically burned his feet, forcing him back.

"We're going way too fast!" Webby cried out. Louie quickly came back.

"Nobody is driving this train," he explained, "we're gonna have to jump." Webby and Donald nodded. Together they all opened a door they could all jump through but say they were far above the ground, and jumping would be impossible.

"We'll disconnect the car," Louie said, going outside to do it. He put his foot on it, but somehow it had melted.

"C'mon! I need a wrench- an axe- anything!" He called for his uncle, who handed him a hammer.

Lena's continuous barking distracted Webby from her search for something useful.

"What's the matter with you today?" Webby out her hands on her hips and Lena lowered her head to the box she was standing on labeled "explosives".

"Lena! You're a genius!" Webby picked up a stick of dynamite. It was good timing too because not long after, Louie's hammer broke.

"Ugh! C'mon! There's gotta be something in there better than this!" He held his hand out and Webby placed the lit stick of dynamite. Louie blinked and looked at it.

"Well that'll work," he lodged it in it's place. "Go Go Go!" Everyone scrambled to the back of the cart, as the dynamite exploded.

"Well! Now we got plenty of track so we'll wait til it comes to a stop!" Louie said. He jinxed it though, as a swarm of black shadow demons could be seen destroying the larger bridge up ahead.

"You were saying?" Webby blinked. Louie growled, saw a massive chain and hook on the ground and got another idea.

"I need your help donald. Would ya give me a hand?" Louie asked. Just as he did though, Donald fell backward into a giant crate so Webby took her own liberty and decided to fill in.

"Hand me the chain," Louie had climbed down and was using all his strength to connect with the train from the bottom. Webby started to hand it to him when he stopped her.

"Not you!"

"Donald's busy. Wanna die or not?!" She gave him the chain. He took it and secured it to the bottom of the train. Then, a pipe broke loose and almost killed him, but Webby helped pull him up just in time. Their eyes met and he gazed into them for a long moment, but their look snapped when they saw a branch get destroyed.

"And to think it coulda been you," she teased a little, smirking. Louie cleared his throat and she helped him back inside.

"If we get through this... remind me to thank you," he shook his head, trying to get the flushed feeling out of his face.

"Here goes nothing," him and Webby pushed the chain off, and it connected to the track, but jerked the trainso it went off the rails but stilm showed no sign of slowing.

"Well boys, guess this is our stop!" Webby called as the men readied themselves. Soon, they linked arms.

"One... two... three!" They jumped off and into the snow. In the distance they saw the massive explosion the engine and baggage cart left and sighed breaths of relief.

"I... hate trains," Louie panted, collapsing in the snow.

"Me too," Webby groaned.

"Welp... gotta get going sometime. C'mon," Donald helped the two up and they headed off to find a town.

.o0o.

"No!!!" Magica slammed her fists on the table. She had been watching the whole thing with her magic.

"Woah, take it easy there," Poe said. Magica glared at him.

"How could they let her escape?!" She threw and shattered a skull into the ground.

"Ah, you're right, it is very upsetting," he acknowledged. "Guess this relic is broken," he threw it, but Magica scrambled to catch it, so much so her elbow fell off and her muscles streched to catch it.

"You IDIOT!" she growled.

"Now- master I-"

"I sold my soul for this!!!" She picked him up and squeezed him tightly.

"My very existence depends on it!!! And you almost shattered it!!!!" She threw him against a wall, harder than she had before.

"Yeah yeah, blame me, i'm an easy target," he coughed and muttered.

"What are you muttering about?" She looked at him.

"Oh just Webbigail. Wishing I could do the job for you Magica. I'd kill her nice and quick," he saluted.

"You are a crow and an imbecile," she rubbed her forehead, but then laughed to herself. He looked at her puzzled but she patted his head.

"No, no my dear Poe. I have something else in mind. Something a lot more... sinister to finish the job." She cackled, lightning flashing behind her.

"Uh- and what would that be?" He asked.

"Poe... where's the fun in telling you that?"

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

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ahgaseda · 5 years ago

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the hot tea || chapter 06

⇥ synopsis : your best friend, Jackson, never fails to argue against your apathy toward love and romance, but his plan to confess his true feelings toward you is rudely interrupted when you start a blog chronicling your past relationships...

⇥ warnings : this story in its entirety includes but is not limited to strong language and dialogue, recurring alcohol or drug use, and explicit sexual content, and is intended for an adult audience only!

“I’m the only guy I know going with his girlfriend to pick out prom dresses.”

The international school you both attended liked to do things completely out of order. Your friends in America had already enjoyed their prom, meanwhile you were only a day past final exams and graduation was looming next week. The timing could not have been more chaotic.

Glancing over your shoulder, you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend as he trudged behind you and said, “That’s because I wasn’t planning on going and this is last minute. All the girls have already gotten theirs and I am not doing this alone.”

Like a petulant child, Mark huffed, “Fine.”

You threw up your hands. “Not my fault you asked me to be your girlfriend a week before prom.”

Mark muttered under his breath, “I was gonna ask you to be my date anyway.”

You stopped, meeting his eyes. “You were?”

“Duh.”

Smiling, you cooed a high-pitched. “Awe.”

Mark shook his head with a laugh and teased, “Focus.”

“Yes, dear,” you retorted.

The next time you met eyes with your boyfriend of one week, you were stepping out of the dressing room in a sapphire colored gown that was much too long.

Mark glanced up from his phone and bobbed his head in approval. “Very nice,” he said in a low tone of voice.

You mulled over yourself in the adjacent mirror, hands on your hips. “A little boring, huh?”

He droned, “It’s only the first one, am I right?”

“You sound thrilled.”

Mark pointed at the door. “Next!”

“Ugh,” you grumbled, returning to the dressing room.

The next gown was fiery red, the colors falling in an ombre down the length of your body. It was a bit ornate for your tastes, but maybe Mark would be into you making a bold fashion statement.

When you stepped out, Mark took one look and lifted a piece of paper he had managed to find in the five minutes it took you to get dressed.

On it was written, nope.

“Seriously?” you snapped, feigning annoyance.

Mark shrugged and replied playfully, “That’s how I feel.”

“Alright,” you exhaled, sashaying back into the dressing room.

Five dresses later, you had only seen the other side of his sign (which read “yep”) on one dress; dark green with a rhinestone encrusted bodice. It was pretty, but you were hoping for something better.

Next came hot pink taffeta, billowing in heavy layers. It was downright hideous. But you knew Mark was losing the will to live and you wanted to get a laugh out of him.

Which you did rather triumphantly.

Mark tossed his head back and laughed until his eyes scrunched. You put your hands on your waist and strutted toward him in your best model runway walk, turning dramatically before him in the ugly dress.

“Yeah, that’s the winner,” said Mark with a slow clap of his hands.

You snorted, amazed how loud the material was with every step you took. “Last one, babe,” you told him as you swished your hips from side to side on your way back to the dressing room.

Mark cast his gaze upward toward the ceiling and groaned, “There is a God.”

Donning the final prom gown option, you glanced at yourself in the mirror and knew this one was the kicker. Gold with cream-colored patterns winding around your middle, it hugged your curves with delight and draped silkily down your legs with a sheer gossamer layer trailing behind you.

You stepped out, eyes on your toes before glancing up to hear the verdict. Mark simply stared, his eyes raking over every inch of you on display before him. A goddess had just stepped out from the dressing room. You were practically glowing.

“Well?” you asked sheepishly.

Mark held up the “yep” sign high above his head with both hands.

You smiled, tucking hair behind your ear. “You alright with wearing a gold tie?”

“I would wear a clown bow if it meant I got to look at you in that for a night.”

You were impressed. “Wow.”

“Damn,” Mark added.

“Looks like we have our dress then,” you spoke softly, a little taken aback by the fire in his eyes. “I’ll take it off, swipe my Dad’s credit card, and we can finally go.”

Mark gave you a thumbs up. “Sounds like a plan.”

The joking and teasing was long gone from before. Your heart had picked up speed in your chest. Never had Mark looked at you like that - like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. You would never forget the sight of his jaw scraping across the ground.

Smiling to yourself like a giddy little girl, you tugged at the zipper and didn’t bat an eye when it refused to budge. Moving your arms around, you tried again and still no movement. You made a few more attempts to no avail and that was when you panicked.

“Mark?”

He called back, “Yeah?”

“I, um, well…,” you trailed.

“I’ve got all day,” he deadpanned.

Your face was hot with embarrassment. “The zipper is stuck.”

Mark’s heart skipped a beat. The hour of misery was officially worth it. “I’m coming in,” he announced, moving rather briskly to the dressing room door.

You cracked it open, only revealing one of your eyes and a glimpse of your stern frown. “Do not get me in trouble,” you hissed.

He placed his palms together in front of his chest. “Cross my heart.”

You opened the door, pulled him inside, and locked it swiftly.

“What does this remind me of?” your boyfriend teased, reflecting on that night at the party. The first time you two kissed.

The memory came blazing back into your mind, too. Of that little closet where Mark finally revealed his feelings to you. But you were in too big of a crisis at the moment to linger in it. “Oh, hush, Tuan. I need assistance.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” he teased. In all your time together, he had never looked so mischievous.

Holding up a finger, you told him, “Under no circumstances are you to make any comments about my bra or underwear.”

Mark wiggled his brows. “Are they matching?”

“For fuck’s sake, you’re such a boy.”

“Language,” Mark quipped, never passing up the opportunity to get under your skin. You had been best friends much, much longer than lovers. “Turn around and let me help you.”

You grumbled, but did as told, putting your back to him and drawing your hair out of the way.

Mark stepped closer, close enough you could feel the warmth of his presence on your bare shoulders. His fingers clasped the zipper and tugged, finding some resistance. With a few more pulls, the thing gave way and Mark drew it down your spine.

Had the zipper been that far down when you put the dress on? Your cheeks were flushing with heat when he finally brought it to the end. At the lowest curve of your back where the hem of your pink panties were peeking.

“Okay,” Mark whispered.

“Thank you,” was all you could muster, swallowing the lump in your throat at the tension that had managed to fill the tiny dressing room in the past few seconds.

Mark called your name.

“Yes?”

His voice was a low, hungry growl, “How does your skin look so soft?”

You blushed even more. “It’s probably the lighting in here.”

His eyes were roaming up and down your naked back. Clenching his hands into fists, they were borderline shaking as he staved off the urge to touch you.

“You know, it would take no time at all for me to flick this bra off,” Mark commented offhandedly, but almost in a challenge.

You chuckled. “As someone who has been wearing bras for years, it’s definitely not that easy.”

Mark slipped a finger under your bra strap and let it go before you could realize what he had done. The strap smacked against your skin with a loud, echoing crack and you exclaimed his name in surprise, whipping around to scold your boyfriend for being such an obnoxious brat.

“You little…”

Mark backed you into the wall, enclosing you in his arms and pressing his lips to yours. You smiled against his mouth, wanting so badly to giggle. Carding your fingers into his hair, you kissed him back with abandon.

You liked kissing Mark. Over the past few days, it had clearly become one of your favorite pastimes. The two of you kissed like it was second nature and you just couldn’t stop. You finally understood what puppy love was like. You wanted to be around each other constantly. Your heart hurt when he wasn’t within arm’s reach.

His hurried kisses began to slow and you felt your body thrumming with excitement, but also a longing for something more. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and you battled him for dominance, tugging your grip on his hair and humming softly with contentment.

Mark made a noise, like he was trying to say something but didn’t want to be parted from your lips for even a second. However, the sound you had just made registered squarely in his pants. Finally, he broke the kiss and dropped his head to rest on your shoulder, whining quietly, “We have to stop.”

“Why?” you pouted, wrapping your arms around his waist snugly.

Your boyfriend retorted, “Or I’m going to be walking around the mall with a raging boner.”

You snorted a laugh and quickly covered your face with both hands, hiding in embarrassment.

Mark was snickering, grabbing your wrists and trying to pry them away so he could see your flustered expression. One look at the grin he was sporting made you want to melt.

“I’m sorry,” you teased. “This is the first time I’ve ever… caused one of those.”

“No, it’s not,” Mark replied without missing a beat.

“Oh, god,” you mumbled, wanting to vanish into the wall out of sight.

Mark grabbed your hands again before you could hide behind them and leaned forward to peck the most delicate of kisses on your nose. “I really, really like kissing you,” he whispered, sweet as could be.

“So do I,” you said softly, your attention falling back to his lips. Damn it, you wanted to steal another kiss.

Mark lowered his head shyly, then reached forward to grab the strap of your dress and return it to its position on your shoulder like a gentleman. In all the commotion, you had forgotten the dress was only hanging on by those two straps.

“My vote is for this one,” he said, shuffling toward the door but never turning away from you.

You held the gown securely with your hands, feeling the sharp cold of the wall on your bare back. “Then we have a winner.”

“Okay, I’m going back out here now.”

“I’m right behind you.”

He stepped out, closing the door behind him, and you were left to smile like a blissful idiot.

Closing the laptop, you let go a heavy sigh, resting your head on your hand. Your phone chimed again. Jackson would be on his way to your place after meeting with his friend, but the trip down memory lane spoiled your mood.

Well, your mood for sex at least. After writing and posting the latest entry to your blog, you found you weren’t in the mood to have your brains fucked out.

Downstairs, unbeknownst to you, Jackson finished sending his text to you and slipped the phone into his back pocket. Mark stepped through the door, making the little bell jingle and greeted his friend warmly.

“What’s up, brother?” Jackson replied, grasping his hand.

“All good,” said Mark. “And you?”

Jackson gleamed. “Work hard. Play hard.”

“Still stealing my shit, huh?” Mark joked.

Jackson gulped. The thought of you moaning his name beneath him flashed through his mind.

The two proceeded to chat, catching up. Though they were best friends, life had kept them apart. Busy schedules came before best friends. But deep down, Jackson knew he didn’t make as much effort as he could to see him.

Jackson was an awful liar and the less situations he had to lie in, the better off he was. Mark would never approve of you, his first love, being in Jackson’s bed and Jackson damn well knew that.

“How is she?” Mark asked after some time had passed.

Jackson sucked in a breath. Mark introduced you to him, as a landlord not as a potential partner. He would never speak to him again if he knew you were sleeping together.

“She’s doing good, man,” Jackson finally answered. “Works like a dog. Just like the rest of us.”

Mark nodded. “She called me the other night.”

Jackson strained to hide his surprise, suddenly very nervous. “Oh?”

“Yeah, she sounded kinda off.”

“She’s my friend. I see her all the time.” Jackson paused, choosing his words carefully. “I tell her that she works too hard.”

Mark ran a hand through his hair. “Look, I know I screwed up in a lot of ways, but she’s a good person and she means something to me. I still... just want the best for her.”

“I understand.”

There was a brief, awkward silence. Mark predictably expected Jackson to fill the void with his usual chatty disposition, but Jackson didn’t dare risk giving any hint to the nature of his relationship with you.

Having somewhere to be, Mark stood to leave not long after, embracing his friend and saying, “Next time you’re on my side of town, drop in. I can show you the new setup.”

Jackson agreed he would and added with amusement, “You go through gaming computers faster than you do girls.”

Mark chortled, but his voice was melancholy. “Hey, when you’ve already had Mrs. Right, all you’re left with is Mrs. Right Now.”

Blinking in surprise, Jackson thought of you again and another piece of the puzzle seemed to fall into place.

chapter 05 ⇤ chapter 06 ⇥ chapter 07

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awkwardbluefish · 5 years ago

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Cake to the Hood

A/n - Happy Birthday Jason Todd!

Warning: Swearing

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“Okay, what the hell was that for?” Jason demands, voice going from electronic to his familiar Gothamnite drawl as fingers catch on the latch and pull the hood off. He had just cleaned it yesterday damnit, a whole damn hour getting rid of boot marks and muck off the surface and then dickface throws a fuckin’ cake at it! He was so dead once Jason wiped the white frosting off it.

Dick merely cackles, falling through Jason’s window like a bloody pretzel and crashing into Jason’s ankles. He’s tempted to stomp on his head but then he’d have to clean his boots too and he isn’t about to force more labour onto himself even if it was technically Dick’s fault.

Only when he manages to stop laughing like a hyena and slapping cream carpeted floor like a seal, does Dick finally answer. The bastard. “Guess!” He chirps, rolling onto his back so he can successfully pull off the domino still attached to his cheek bones.

Jason sends him a scowl, dropping the cake ridden hood at his brothers face and lips twitching down further when the bastard merely catches it. Dick sends him a grin, hugging the helmet to his chest like some form of a teddy bear, smearing frothy icing on biceps. The fucker was way too cheerful for a black eye and a bruising cheek. Vaguely he wonders if he could get away with giving the bastard matching panda eyes. Now that would be good payback.

He’s done many things to deserve revenge, but a cake being thrown at him? That was just plain weird. He’s broken bones, teased the younger brats mercilessly. He’s also ate all of Dick’s cereal out of pure spite yesterday. Even the lucky charms. Jason hates lucky charms. He doesn’t think Dick knows that just yet though. “Payback for eating your freakishly large cereal collection.”

Dick goes eerily still and Jason is most probably going to die, again, but it was worth it for his reaction. Slowly Dick stretches to a stand, no longer hugging the hood and appearing to hold it as a potentially flying projectile instead. Ocean blue eyes glare into forest green and Jason genuinely feels a stab of fear flow through his veins.

“Your lucky today is special. Really lucky.” If this is how Nightwing becomes a villain Jason wants credit.

He blinks as Dick does a 180 with a shake of his head and is suddenly grinning, tossing him back his hood. He’ll need to vacuum later; the sprinkles have gotten everywhere. He huffs, snatches the oiled rag hanging by the window. It was a handy place to keep it, surprisingly.

“So ya throw a perfectly edible cake at my helmet that I could’ve eaten? Ya fuckin’ serious right now? Could’ve just told me to take it off, at least I’d actually get ta fuckin’ eat it then.” Jason grumbles, scrubbing at the frosting stuck in the little nooks of the scratches and the camouflaged kinks on the side. “What’s so special that you had to throw a fuckin’ cake at me in three in the morning’ anyway? Jesus bigwing.”

With as much of the cake scraped off as possible, he decides chucking the oil ridden rag at the idiot in front of him is the next best action. Again, infuriatingly, Dick catches it with a small grin that was slightly bemused. What wasn’t Jason getting now?

“Really?” Dick asks, looking fondly exasperated. Gross. Jason gives him a look and Dickface looks absolutely delighted. Jason’s too late to abort the mission. “Oh my god, you’re just like Babybird!” He exclaims, squealing and flapping his arms up and down. Jason blinks.

“And how am I like that caffeine addict exactly?” Jason demands, gently laying his hood on the coffee table beside his couch. It’s the top floor. No one would see.

“Timmy always forgets his birthdays.” Dick teases and Jason blinks. That’s not what he was expecting.

“It is not my birthday.” Jason states simply.

Dick shakes his head, biting his bottom lip with his teeth to supress the obnoxious grin. “It’s definitely your birthday.”

“Give me a calendar.” Jason demands, he’s tired and he smells like cake and smoke. He needs a shower. He just needs to prove the fucker wrong and he can finally go get some well needed asleep.

Dick happily complies, messing with his gauntlet. A second later and a blue holographic screen lights up the tiny apartment. Hadn’t they switched the lights on? Considering they were still two centimetres from the open window pumping chemical fumes into his tiny safehouse, Jason would take that as a no.

“It’s not and I will prove it to you,” Jason mumbles, eyeing the screen. He blinks. “Oh. Never mind. Happy Birthday to me.”

A wheeze of air escapes his older brothers’ lips, stomach tensing with strain before bubbles of laughter tears through the air. Jason’s stomach coils with warmth before ice carves its way through his veins. With a flick, the lights are on. Dick and Jason hadn’t moved though, someone was in his house. Fuck he was getting rusty. A warm palm cups the back of his neck, puffs of air brushing against a brown jacket as warm laughter and chatter arises from behind them. He resists rolling his eyes, instead hip bumping the laughing form away to turn and greet his guests. A head is quickly dug its way between his shoulder blades as Dick absolutely fails to get himself together.

Damian is sitting on the back of the lime green couch, a frown on his lips but the furrowed brow crinkled in amusement gives him away. Stephanie is cackling, her shoulders shaking in mirth, white pearly teeth stained orange with the cheezles between her lips. Barbara’s emerald eyes catch on his forest green ones, a smile pulling at glossed lips while pulling a striped plastic bag onto her lap. Cass makes the first move though, gracefully leveling herself to her feet from the crisscrossed form on the carpet, a warm arm wrapping around his waist as another pushes their older brother away. Soft lips press against his cheek, completely ignoring the stubble lingering there from yesterdays’ shave. Jason rakes his hand through the charcoal hair, belly rumbling with a chuckle or two as she leans into the touch.

“Did the stakeout mess with your head that much?” Tim asks and Jason scowls at the boy nestled on his beanbag, Alfred’s cotton stitched blanket woven over bony shoulders. How hadn’t he heard the babybird? Beanbags are far from quiet after all. If anyone asks, he blames the non-existent cake crammed in his ears.

“Don’t be mean to the birthday boy!” Dick butts in, expertly dodging around Cass’ frame to snap on a party hat on Jason’s head. At least it isn’t black, he decides as the neon green seems to glow in the dim lighting. Tim rolls his eyes, lips pulling up with that rare small smile of his. Jason doesn’t smile back, but it’s a close thing.

“Yeah,” Jason puffs out his chest with a smirk, “don’t mess with the birthday boy.”

Cassandra squeezes his waist as Damian groans and rolls his eyes. The boy lets gravity take him, falling forward onto the cushions below, limbs bouncing with the impact. Robins, dramatic little birds. Jason would know. Stephanie snickers, stuffing one more sugar coated junk into her mouth before full on prancing the one metre to poke and prod at the boy.

“I hate you.” Tim decides, no heat behind his words. Jason detangles himself from Cass hug, placing a chaste kiss to her forehead before striding over to plonk himself onto the boy, grinning with his teeth at the distressed noise the boy manages to squeak out in a gasping breath. Jason merely smirks as fingers dig into his jacket, palms pushing against back muscles. They both now if Tim really didn’t want to be sat on, he wouldn’t be.

Ding.

Dick pauses messing about with placing plastic cups and parcels on the coffee table, straitening up with a grin. Jason watches bemused, wiggling to get comfortable on Tim’s stomach as Dick yanks the door open, basically throwing Duke inside. Alfred and Bruce stride in much more gracefully, a small smile on both of their lips.

“Happy birthday, Master Jason.” Alfred says, two bulging plastic bags placed gently by Barbara’s feet near the coffee table. Jason ducks, smiling to himself at the mans fond expression. Alfred simply smiles at the top of his head and Jason feels no guilt wiggling forcefully down onto the laughing boy underneath him. It was his birthday and yet these shits were taking the micky out of him. The bastards, Jason thinks fondly. A cool hand pats his cheek and Jason stops his withering, pausing to grin at his grandfather and to accept the kiss to his hairline.

Bruce pats Alfred’s shoulder in passing, raising a brow at Tim’s undignified squawk as Jason digs an elbow to his side. He doesn’t say anything though, a smile teasing at his lips. Jason hears Bruce’s knees crack before seeing the older man kneeling. A hand brushes through his locks, blunt nails scratching at his scalp.

“Happy birthday, chum.” Bruce murmurs and his voice is so soft, so fond that Jason doesn’t really know what to do. When all else fails diversion is the next best step. He is not dealing with mushy feelings right now.

“Look, all of this is nice and all but if anyone throws a perfectly edible cake at me again, I will become a cannibal so I can eat something.”

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vminni · 6 years ago

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Hole in One (In Your Heart)

“Not to sound dramatic, but I’m pretty sure I’m dying.”

Felix didn’t even bother sparing Jisung a glance, “You aren’t dying.”

“Easy for you to say when you’re some sort of sun god,” Jisung groaned. Felix was all tanned and freckled and golden, beautifully sunkissed. Jisung was red with sunburn and more sweaty than he’d ever been in his life, his blonde mop of hair stuck unattractively to his forehead. “How much longer until I can know air conditioning again?”

Felix pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and consulted it, “We have one more round. Three guys. One of them didn’t request a caddie.”

Jisung grabbed the hem of his baby blue polo and fluttered it, hoping to get some air flow to his sticky skin. He looked like he’d fallen into the country club’s pool fully clothed.

“Do you want to go inside and clean up a bit before they get here?” Felix side eyed him and Jisung had never hated his friend more. First for getting him this stupid job and second for the way the sun turned Felix even more stunning than he already was. It was highly unfair.

“Nah,” Jisung lifted his shirt to wipe at his brow. “It’s just gonna be three stuffy old men. They’re paying for a caddie, not a boy toy. I don’t need to be pretty.”

“Alright,” Felix shrugged. He settled down in the grass at the edge of the course, which was unprofessional and would get him scolded if anyone saw, but Jisung was too tired to warn him. He flopped down next to his best friend, laying spread eagle on the manicured lawn. “Imagine if they let us use golf carts. I would die for a golf cart right about now. Imagine sitting. Imagine not having to carry the clubs. Imagine having shade.”

Jisung actually moaned at the thought and chuckle startled him, causing him to bolt upright. Felix scrambled to his feet and apologized profusely, bowing to the three boys in front of them.

Jisung followed as Felix tried to rectify the situation, “You guys must be our 2 o’clock. We’re so sorry for our unprofessional actions. It’s been a long day. Though that’s no excuse. Please forgive us.”

The boy in the front just shrugged, clearly unbothered, “No worries, mate.”

Felix gave him a little nod of his head and dug his paper out of his pocket, “Um, Chan, Changbin and Minho? One of you didn’t want a caddie?”

“That would be me,” the same boy spoke. He was blonde and dimpled and way more built than Jisung could ever dream of being. He and the sharp faced boy at his side were wearing polos with a little logo that probably cost more than Jisung’s whole paycheck. The clubs in the bags on their backs were new and shiny and, even though Jisung knew little to nothing about golf, clearly expensive. There was an ease to the two of them that screamed money, screamed that they belonged. This was their world and Jisung was just here to serve them.

Their friend though, he was interesting. He hung back a bit and, while he had the face of a country club brat, his polo was lacking the little horse logo and his clubs were obviously secondhand. He smiled when he noticed Jisung eyeing him, soft and small and breathtakingly beautiful. Jisung was suddenly grateful for his sunburned face. No one would be able to tell he was blushing.

“I’m Felix, this is Jisung.” Jisung couldn’t really focus as Felix introduced them, hyper aware of how awful he looked. Why hadn’t he taken Felix up on his offer to go inside and get cleaned up? The most beautiful boy in the world was standing in front of him and he looked like he’d never seen a shower before in his life.

“Chan,” the blonde offered a dimpled smile. He hiked his thumb towards the boy next to him, whose muscled arms Felix was not so subtly checking out, “Changbin.”

The beautiful boy cut him off before Chan could introduce him, smiling wide enough to make his eyes crinkle, “And I’m Minho!”

Jisung wasn’t sure if it was Minho’s smile or heat stroke, but he suddenly felt incredibly woozy.

Felix didn’t give Jisung a choice, just reached over and slid the bag of clubs from Changbin’s back, slinging it over his own shoulder, “Have you golfed before? Or will you guys be needing pointers and advice on clubs?”

“I golf all the time,” Chan answered. “Changbin does a bit. Minho, this is your first time, right?”

“Yup!” Minho was cheery as he grinned. “First time golfing, first time at a country club, first time feeling so fancy. I don’t know anything about golf.”

“Oh no,” Jisung blanched and the whole group turned to look at him. He was staring at Minho in horror, “I don’t know anything about golf either! I can’t help you.”

Chan furrowed his brow, though Minho seemed unperturbed by this piece of information, “Why are you working as a caddie if you don’t know golf?”

“Felix got me the job,” distress worked its way into Jisung’s tone. “Most of the people we caddie for are regulars who don’t want any advice. And if they do Felix gives it.” He turned to his friend, who was standing a little closer to Changbin than was really necessary, “Maybe we should switch.”

“It’s fine,” an arm draped itself over Jisung’s shoulder and he burned at the thought of Minho feeling how sweaty he was. It was obvious by looking at him, but feeling it too? Jisung was going to die. “I don’t care about golf. I’m only here because Chan promised we could get steak at the clubhouse when we were done. I don’t need any advice.”

“Great,” Felix chirped. “Let’s head out then.”

He traipsed towards the first hole, Chan and Changbin on his heels. Minho’s arm fell from Jisung’s shoulder and he kept his eyes on his feet, not wanting to look at the other boy in case he was wiping his hands on his shorts after touching Jisung’s disgustingly damp body.

“Here,” a water bottle was pressed in his hand and Jisung finally glanced up, confusion coloring his face. Minho laughed a little, “You look like you need it more than I do.”

Jisung cringed and played with the cap, “I’m so sorry. I’m nasty, I know. I don’t do well with the sun.”

“It’s fine,” Minho nudged Jisung’s arm with his own. “A little sweat never hurt anyone. But I don’t want you to dehydrate, okay? I need my caddie.”

Oh, right. Jisung was here to work for him. He’d forgotten for a second.

He held his arm out for Minho’s bag of clubs and the other boy hesitated. He gnawed on his lip for a second, “What happens if I carry them? Do you still get to come with us?”

Jisung shook his head.

“Do you get to go inside?”

Jisung shook his head again, “They’ll find something else for me to do. Someone else to caddie for. Or have me collect the balls from the driving range.”

Minho slowly slid the bag off his back and let Jisung take it, though it looked like it pained him to do so. Jisung lugged it onto his shoulder and hitched a thumb towards where the others had gathered, “We should probably go catch up with them.”

Minho nodded and they made their way to the other three, Minho’s water bottle still clutched loosely in Jisung’s grip. Felix eyed it strangely when they approached, but didn’t ask. Jisung set down the clubs and took a swig, grateful for the cold that worked its way down his throat. He hadn’t realized just how thirsty he’d been until he’d guzzled down half the bottle.

“Who wants to tee off first?” Felix pulled a driver out of Changbin’s bag of clubs and handed it to him.

Chan extracted the same club from his own set and shrugged, “Bin, you want to?”

“I’ll go first,” Minho volunteered. “For all we know I’m a natural. I might impress you all with my incredible sense for the game.”

“Well, go on then.”

Jisung dug the driver out of Minho’s bag of clubs but he waved him off, peering down at the others. He pointed to the five iron, “I’ll take that one.”

Jisung wasn’t going to argue with him, even though the others had done something different. He withdrew the club Minho wanted and pressed it into his hand.

“Thank you,” Minho set up his tee, balancing the ball on top and making a show out of eyeing the flag in the distance that marked the hole. He lined his club up and squatted, drawing Jisung’s eyes to his thick thighs. A loud snort broke the quiet and Minho stood up, wielding his club like a sword as he turned on Changbin, “No laughing at my form.”

“Sorry, continue.”

Minho squatted down again and wiggled his club back and forth a few times, before bringing it back and whacking the ball. It traveled about ten feet in the air and five on the ground, slowly rolling to a stop pathetically close to where they were all standing.

“Oh well,” Minho shrugged. “Guess I’m not the next Tiger.”

He returned to Jisung’s side, but didn’t hand back the club. Instead he informed him, “I’m going to use this one the whole time. I can hold it.”

“Oh, um, okay.”

Jisung was very aware of how close Minho was to him, their shoulders bumping as they turned to watch Chan’s drive arch through the air. He was also all too aware of how terrible he must smell, and although Minho had already been nice about his sweat, he felt the need to apologize again.

“I’m sorry.”

Minho turned to him with a furrowed brow, “About what? I told you I don’t care about golf. And I picked this club out, if I suck then I suck. It’s not your fault.”

Jisung’s face burned, “No, um, about this.” He gestured to his body and pushed his sweaty hair away from his forehead, “You should probably stand upwind from me.”

Minho just rolled his eyes, a sort of fondness creeping into the set of his smile, “I already told you, I don’t care about how sweaty you are. It’s hot and you spend all day outside carrying around heavy bags. I’m a bit more concerned about the fact that your friend doesn’t seem to be sweating at all.”

They both looked at Felix, who was glowing under the sun’s rays as he laughed at something Changbin had said to him. Jisung sighed, “He’s blessed by the sun gods. Lucky him.”

“Minho, you’re up!” Chan called and Minho offered Jisung another smile before skipping over to where his ball rested. He did his dumb stance, wiggled his butt a little (not that Jisung was looking) and proceeded to poke the ball forwards a few more feet.

“Oh well,” he returned to Jisung with a shrug. “Golf does not seem to be my game.”

“It’s going to take us ages if you keep playing like that,” Changbin called from further down the green, his own ball already near the hole. “We’ll be out here all afternoon.”

Minho ignored his friend, choosing instead to grin at Jisung, “The longer I take, the more time I get to spend with you.”

Jisung felt woozy again.

This time it definitely had nothing to do with the sun.

“I hope you enjoy your steak,” Jisung swung Minho’s bag off his back and held it out towards the other boy, hoping his disappointment about the end of their day wasn’t too palpable.

“Are you done caddying for today?”

Jisung nodded and Minho brightened, “Come eat with us!”

“I can’t,” Jisung played with the edge of his polo. “Staff, um, staff aren’t allowed in the dining room. Except the ones who work there, obviously.”

Minho furrowed his brow, “For real?”

“Wouldn’t want the stuffy old richies to have to catch a glimpse of the working class when they’re enjoying their expensive meals,” Jisung laughed bitterly. He hated that stupid rule.

“That’s dumb,” Minho seemed annoyed as well. “You work so hard, you deserve some good food.”

Jisung shrugged, “We can eat the food. Just not in there. There’s a staff room.”

“What if you were a guest? I came here as Chan’s guest today, but Changbin can still bring someone. Can you eat in the dining room then?”

Jisung wasn’t sure, but he didn’t think it was a good idea to push it. He was barely hanging on to this job as it was, “I don’t know. It’s probably for the better if I don’t. But thanks for asking.”

“Oh,” Minho deflated a bit. “Well, it was really nice meeting you. I’m sorry I couldn’t carry the clubs myself. I would have, but I didn’t want you to leave. Sorry for being selfish.”

Jisung blinked a few times, confused by Minho’s words, “You wanted me around?”

Minho giggled and Jisung’s heart fluttered in his chest, “I literally told you that I didn’t mind golfing so shitty because it meant I got to spend more time with you.”

“I know,” Jisung nudged at the grass with the toe of his shoe, “I guess I just didn’t believe you meant it.”

“Why wouldn’t I mean it?”

Jisung shrugged and ran a hand through his sweaty hair, eyes focusing over Minho’s shoulder where, judging by their twin blushes, it appeared Felix was getting Changbin’s number.

“As soon as I heard you moaning at the thought of shade, I was a goner.”

Jisung pressed his hands to his warm cheeks and groaned, “Oh god, I forgot about that.”

“You’re cute,” Minho declared. “I’d like to see you again. If you’d want to.”

Grateful for his sunburn once again, Jisung nodded, “Oh, um, yeah. I-I’d love that.”

“Cool,” Minho pulled his phone out of his pocket and held it out to Jisung. “Number, please.”

Jisung entered his number and returned the phone to Minho. He seemed like he was about to put it in his pocket but he hesitated, “I know you’ll probably say no, because you spent the whole day apologizing for how you look, but can I take a picture of you? For your little icon thingy?”

Jisung winced, but he didn’t want to disappoint Minho. He nodded and suddenly Minho was next to him, arm around Jisung’s shoulder and cheek pressed against his. He held his phone out in front and snapped a few pictures, lips pursed in a kissy face. Jisung, shocked that Minho was so close, could do nothing but stare into the camera with wide eyes.

Minho laughed when he pulled away and checked the photos, delight spilling out of his lips, “You’re adorable.”

Jisung scrubbed at his sweaty hair, “T-thanks.”

“I’ll text you details for our date later, okay?” Minho wiggled his phone. “What days are you off?”

“Thursday and Friday,” Jisung silently cursed the fact that it was only Monday.

“Alright,” Minho bounced on his toes for a second, then came in and gave Jisung a big hug. “I’ll see you Thursday.”

Jisung was frozen, arms awkwardly dangling at his side, as Minho pulled back and gave him one last smile, “Bye, Jisungie.”

As soon as he disappeared into the clubhouse Jisung collapsed, sprawling out in the grass. Felix was at his side in a second, concern etched in every feature, “Jisung, are you okay? Do you need water? Should I carry you inside?”

“Minho asked me out,” he stared up into the sun, suddenly forgetting why he’d hated it so much. “Please tell me this is real and just not some weird symptom of heat stroke.”

“I don’t think you’re hallucinating but I do think some AC would do you good,” Felix reached down and wrapped his small hand around Jisung’s wrist, tugging his friend up. “Come on, let’s go in.”

“Maybe I really did die,” Jisung sat up, but didn’t go any further than that. “This has to be the afterlife. This is too good to be true.”

“Not dead,” Felix confirmed. “Just very sweaty and very sunburnt.”

Jisung paced his front hall, hands sweaty and nerves clogging his throat. It was Thursday night and Minho was on his way over to pick him up and Jisung felt like his heart was about to explode. He had no hint to where they were going except for the ‘dress fancy!’ text that Minho had sent him earlier in the day.

He was wearing a slim cut pair of navy blue dress pants and a tan blazer over a white dress shirt. His sunburn had began to fade into a tan and his hair was softly styled, parted over his forehead. He didn’t look anything like the sweaty mess he’d been when he met Minho, but that was somehow causing him even more panic. What if Minho didn’t like him anymore?

The doorbell rang and Jisung’s stomach twisted. He was here.

It took him a few minutes to work up the nerve to open the door and when he did he was greeted by the sight of Minho in a tailored black suit, a single red rose clutched in his fingers. His jaw dropped slightly as Jisung joined him on the step and tugged the door shut behind him.

“Wow,” Minho blinked and Jisung wasn’t sure if it was just the poor lighting on his porch or if Minho was actually was blushing. “You clean up really nice.”

Jisung smoothed his sweaty palms on his pants, “Thank you.”

“This is for you,” the flower was presented to him and he accepted it, his fingers brushing Minho’s lightly as he did so. “And now, our chariot awaits.”

Jisung’s gaze followed the grand sweep of Minho’s hand towards the road and he gasped, “Is that a limo?”

“It is indeed,” Minho presented his arm and Jisung took it, a little unsteady on his feet as they headed down the front walk. “Tonight, you get to be treated like a king.” He opened the door and placed his hand on the small of Jisung’s back as he climbed in, following right behind. “I really hope you don’t mind, but we’re going to the country club. I know you work there and probably would like to avoid it on your days off, but I wanted you to be able to eat in the dining room. Chan and Changbin lent me their memberships for the night.”

Jisung was touched and a little excited at the thought of finally being able to enter the forbidden land, “It’s perfect.”

“Good,” Minho placed his hand on his own thigh, palm up, and Jisung took the hint, folding his fingers with Minho’s. They spent the whole ride grinning at each other, cheeks pink and eyes locked.

When the car came to a stop on the sweeping driveway of the country club, the limo driver opened the door and gestured for them to exit, “Sirs.”

They climbed out and Minho offered his elbow again, leading Jisung into the building as if they truly belonged there. They both knew they didn’t, but it was fun to pretend, and Jisung was enjoying the experience.

They were led to a small table that overlooked the golf course, a single candle burning in the middle.

“I highly recommend the steak,” Minho grinned at Jisung over his menu. “It’s quite delightful.”

“Oh, is it?”

“You know what else I recommend?”

“What would that be?”

Minho winked and Jisung felt his face grow hot, already knowing what Minho was about to say before he said it.

“The caddies.”

#minsung #han jisung #lee know #this is dumb #but oh well

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Hey babe, here you go. It’s as filthy as you are. @yeetermeemer

SUMMARY; Jungkook is a competitive brat, and when he gets into a game, that’s all he thinks about. The boys hate it. Luckily for them, there’s you, and you’re equally as competitive and equally as annoying.

Genre : smut, fluff, more smut, little bit of crack, one-shot

Pairing : Reader x Jeon Jungkook

Contains : teasing, grinding, quick sex, rough sex, dirty talk, fingering, masturbation, creampie, cum play, protected sex, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, daddy kink for like 0.2 seconds, begging, some spanking, overstimulation

MASTER LIST

“Finally! She’s here!” screams Taehyung upon opening the door for you. He scurries away and you step inside.

The entire dorm is alight with energy, the boys rushing around in a frenzy to pack. “Don’t forget this!” Jin yells at Yoongi, waving around a pair of black boxers.

“Really?” Yoongi growls, snatching it out of his hands. You giggle when you notice the red blush on his cheeks.

“Okay, Y/N is here now, so let’s go!” shouts Namjoon as he comes towards you with an armful of stuff.

“Do you need help?” you ask. He looks down at the bags piled around your feet.

“No thanks,” he laughs. “Looks like you have plenty.”

“Ah, don’t worry,” you say with a wave of your hand, “Jungkook will probably insist on carrying them anyway.”

“Well how could he not when you’re always challenging him to do it?” asks Taehyung when he appears beside you.

You look at him with a grin and shrug your shoulders. “Hey, I use what I can to my advantage.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes and says, “You two really are made for each other.”

The rest of the members start to arrive at the front of the dorm (minus Jimin who always takes the longest), and Jungkook, upon seeing you, drops his bags and runs to you eagerly. “Babe!” he exclaims as he scoops you up in his arms.

“You guys act like you haven’t seen each other in years,” grumbles Yoongi, though he says it with a smile.

“Any time spent without her is too long,” says Jungkook dramatically as he holds a hand over his heart. You fake a swoon and collapse in his arms, earning a loud groan from the rest of the boys. Neither you nor Jungkook care though, and he just giggles into your neck while you all wait for Jimin.

About twenty years later (well really it was only 15 minutes but Tae is impatient), Jimin arrived with a bright smile. “Hi, Y/N!” he says energetically. “Are you ready to go?”

“We’re all ready to go, Jiminie!” whines Taehyung. “Let’s goooooooooo.”

―

The card ride is long but you don’t really notice it when you’ve been sleeping comfortably on your boyfriend’s shoulders the entire time. He prods you awake upon reaching your destination, and you take your sweet time waking up, preferring to cuddle into the sweet scent of his sweatshirt than go through the effort of opening your eyes and moving out of the car. Eventually getting tired of waiting for you, Jungkook picks up your groggy body and carries you and all of your bags into the house. (He refuses to take more than one trip, so being the punk he is, had Jin pile both yours and his stuff on top of you while he carried you bridle-style. Hoseok took several pictures and laughed his ass off.)

Jungkook flopped your half-awake body onto the bed and jumped on beside you, causing you to bounce a couple inches in the air. He laughed at the glare you gave him, not bothering to apologize because you’d already wrapped yourself around his torso.

“Babeeeee,” he says. “Let’s go playyyy.”

“Play what? I’m sleepy.”

“I don’t know. We’re on vacation!” he answers. “We should do something!”

“I wanna finish my nap.”

“Ugh,” he huffs, “You’re no fun. I’m gonna go play with TaeTae.”

“M’kay,” you mumble before quickly rolling over and resuming your nap.

―

You’re unceremoniously woken up by the sound of several frustrated shouts and groans. You roll over yourself, hopping out of bed and feeling fully refreshed. The sky isn’t yet dark, so you’re glad to see that you hadn’t slept through the entirety of the day. You make your way through the house to find the source of the noise.

In the middle of the living room the boys are piled around each other, flipping cards vigorously. You’re not sure what game they’re playing, but from the looks of it, Jungkook is winning.

And he’s so damn cocky about it.

“C’mon, Hyung!” he teases Yoongi. “You can do better than that!”

“Shut up!” he whines, standing up in defeat and opting to watch the rest of the game unfold instead. He sees you and rolls his eyes. “Please come get him. He’s so annoying.”

“Sorry,” you say with a shrug as you snuggle up beside him. “Once he gets going you already know there’s no stopping him.”

“Yah, you’re like that too, you know.”

“Yeah,” chirps Hoseok. “Why are we playing with him? You should play with him instead.”

“No!” exclaims Jungkook. “Finish this game first!”

The boys simultaneously voice their complaints, but they continue to play anyway because really, none of them want to say no to the maknae.

The game ends with Jungkook winning (of course) and everyone disperses to do their own thing. Namjoon and Yoongi decide to go walk on the beach front next to the house (something about “inspiration” and “you wouldn’t understand”) while Jimin and Jungkook hooked up their own console and decided to play a versus game.

Jungkook and Jimin launched into it immediately, shouting at each other while you and Taehyung laughed behind them, egging them on.

An hour later and both you and Taehyung are irreparably bored. Jimin and Jungkook are still fully immersed in their game―mostly because Jimin is winning for once and neither of them are willing to quit now. But you’ve been trying to get your boyfriend’s attention for the past 20 minutes now and it’s just. not. working.

“Kookieeee,” you whine at him, playing with the locks of his hair.

“Yeah, in a minute,” he replies, his eyes glued to the screen. You turn around to face Taehyung and roll your eyes, making a “what now?” gesture.

He stares at you with a frown for a moment before his eyes light up, and he beckons you over with his hand.

“What?” you ask.

“Hug his back, stick your fingers under his shirt... tease him so he gets distracted and loses and then we can all do something else.”

“I never thought I’d hear you suggest to me that I try and fuck your best friend,” you laugh quietly.

“Well you heard me! Try and fuck him!”

You giggle as you slip behind your boyfriend, back hugging him while your fingers make their way under his sweatshirt. “Babe?” he asks, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you say even as your lips graze the skin on the back of his neck. He shudders under you and fumbles with his controller slightly.

“Yah! You’re distracting me!”

Taehyung gives you a big thumbs up and mouths at you to keep going.

Your hands move higher up his chest, finding his sensitive nipples as you place full kisses on the back of his neck. When you bite softly on the skin under his ear, he whimpers just loud enough for you to hear, and you smile, knowing you’ve won.

“Yes! I win!” Jimin cheers triumphantly, standing to high-five Tae.

“Fucking shit,” growls Jungkook, grabbing your hand and dragging you away. He takes you directly to your shared bedroom and practically throws you on the bed. You squeal in delight as he climbs on top of you to capture your lips with his. “Why are you such a tease?” he asks.

“You were ignoring me!”

“Well now I’m hard and it’s all your fault.”

“I think I can help you remedy that,” you reply with a wiggle of your eyebrows.

“Yeah,” he replies as he slips off your pants. “It’s the least you can do. Grab me a condom.”

You pout at him from your place beneath him. “What do you need a condom for? You know I like it better when we go bare.”

“Well who said you would get to cum, baby?” he asks with a devious grin as he leans down to kiss you once more.

“What? Jungkook,” you whine.

“C’mon, we have to be quick, baby. They’re waiting for us so we can do other things.”

“B-But―”

“Hey, you started this. Tell me the safeword and I’ll stop.”

You frown but roll your eyes at him, taking him by the band of his pants and pulling him towards you. “Fuck me then,” you whisper.

He growls and moves his fingers to your already very wet pussy and toys with it a bit while you pull his hard cock out of his sweatpants. He hisses at the sensation, enjoying the way your hands feel around him. “C’mon, babygirl, get me that condom.”

As much as you don’t want to, you obey, knowing that if you behave now he’ll be more forgiving later. You carefully roll the condom on him, and he pushes you back, grabbing one leg and propping it over his shoulder. He fingers you twice before sliding into you easily; the both of you moan in tandem.

“F-Fuck, Jungkook,” you gasp.

“No cumming, babygirl,” he reminds you. You have half a mind to protest―and you promise you would if it weren’t for the relentless pace that he starts right off the bat.

“Jungkook!”

“Fuck,” he groans as he pounds into you quickly, “you feel so good.”

You sigh in pleasure, your head rolling back as he takes you. His cock rubs along your walls in all the right ways and you can feel the heat climbing its way through your body.

But Jungkook was already on edge, so he’s fucking you ruthlessly because he’s so, so close. “Y-Y/N... Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Jungkook, please―please let me cum!”

“N-No,” he stutters as the rhythm of his hips fall out of time. “Don’t cum.”

“Jungkook, please, just a little more,” you whine, grabbing his arms and desperately hoping he’ll agree.

He doesn’t though as he lets out one more drawn out groan and he stills inside you, breathing heavily as he empties himself into the condom. “Mm, fuck,” he moans and pulls out.

You pine at him, wanting him to come back and finish you off because there was no way you’d be satisfied on your own now. “Baby, Jungkook, please.”

“Sorry, babe,” he says as he ties off the condom and throws it away. “Maybe if you’re good I’ll let you cum later tonight.”

You whine in desperation, knowing that the little noises you make never cease to drive him insane. But Jungkook isn’t budging today and you know it’s because he doesn’t want you to win and it’s so damn infuriating.

“Jungkook!”

“C’mon, baby,” he says with an innocent smile. “I think they’re waiting for us.”

You groan in frustration and roll over, pulling your pants and panties back up and glaring at your boyfriend. “I hate you. You’re the worst. I don’t love you anymore.”

He shrugs and takes your hand in his. “That’s too bad because I love you lots.”

Jungkook leads you back into the living room where Namjoon and Taehyung are idly chatting while Hoseok helps Jin in the kitchen. The scent of whatever they’re making is wafting through the room, stirring your hunger.

Great. Now you’re just as hungry as you are horny.

You flop down next to Namjoon with a frustrated groan, and he looks at you in confusion. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

“My boyfriend is an asshole,” you reply with a pointed glare towards Jungkook to which he simply grins and wraps his arm around the sleepy-looking Yoongi that’s just appeared.

“What’d he do? I though you guys just went to...” Taehyung starts but trails off as an embarrassed blush creeps up his cheeks.

“Yeah,” you grumble. “I thought that too.”

“In fairness, we did,” Jungkook says as he sits on the floor in front of you.

“You’re the fucking worst.”

“Ah, it’s funnier because you love me.”

“Do I? Do I?”

“Hyung,” says Jungkook to Namjoon, “Don’t you think Y/N loves me.”

“I don’t know. Not right now at least.”

You smile in victory and stick your tongue out childishly at Jungkook. Yoongi rolls his eyes at the both of you. “It’s like you’re the same person.”

“Food!” Hoseok calls from his place in the kitchen, turning your attention to your grumbling stomach. The rest of you―all of you except Jin and Hoseok―scurry around setting the table and making sure there are enough chairs for the patio table outside.

You’re tasked with getting drinks for everyone, and for a second you contemplate skipping Jungkook’s, but then you realize that being petty just might not work out in your favor. Jungkook has no qualms about leaving you completely frustrated.

“Thanks for cooking!” Jimin says to Jin and Hoseok when they step outside with bowls of food.

They set down the food and everyone digs in immediately, munching happily. Jungkook scoops up some noodles and holds it out to you; you smile, forgetting your annoyance as he feeds you sweetly.

“Hey,” Hoseok pipes from farther down the table, “We should play another game!”

“No,” Taehyung groans. “Jungkookie is being especially competitive today and I don’t wanna lose again.”

“It’s fine,” Jungkook says with a shrug. “Y/N can play for me while I play Overwatch.”

“No! She’s just as competitive as you are!”

“Yeah, you guys should just play Overwatch together and we’ll do our own thing.”

You look at your boyfriend with an excited grin. “Yes! I’m gonna kick your ass!”

“Yeah? Try me!”

“Look, they’re already at it!” Jin exclaims with a shake of his head.

“Eat faster!” Jungkook yells at you.

“Fight me!” you reply.

“Yah! You see what you’ve started, Taehyungie?”

“It’s not my fault they’re like this!”

You and Jungkook noisily and messily slurp down your food, not wasting any time because really neither one of you could wait to play, your competitive streak showing. You were determined to win, mostly to get back at Jungkook, but Jungkook knew this so he promised to win sheerly out of spite.

Fuck him.

Jungkook turns on the game quickly and takes his place next to you. You shove him away, shouting, “No distractions!” to which he replied, “Fucking hypocrite!”

Anyone who didn’t know better might’ve thought you didn’t like each other. To think you were in love with this idiot.

“Okay, what do I get if I win?” Jungkook asks.

“Uh, you get to sleep on this here couch.”

“What the fuck? How about” ―he pauses to give you a cocky grin― “I get to do whatever I want with you tonight?”

“Fine,” you growl. “But if I win I get to cum and you don’t.”

Jungkook shrugs. “Fair. May the best man win.”

“I will.”

Unfortunately for you, Jungkook is too damn good at this game. Midway through and you’re already losing and you just want to smack that shit-eating grin off of his face. So being frustrated, riled up, and a lot horny, you resort to less-than-fair tactics.

You slot yourself in Jungkook’s lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. “H-Hey!” he whines. “This is cheating!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you huff as you lean down to nip at his lips and cheek.

He dodges your advances, looking over your shoulder and at the screen behind you, determined not to let you win.

“Jungkookie~” you sing into his ear.

“It’s not going to work~” he sings back.

You frown, but you don’t let it discourage you. We’ll see about that, you think. You tug at the zipper on his jacket and pull it down, exposing his t-shirt covered chest to you. You slip your hands under and play with the skin on his abs, tracing light circles on them. Jungkook shivers and falters for a second―but just a second―and then his attention is back on the game.

You don’t let up though, digging your nails into his sides ever so slightly as you grind your crotch into his lap. The sensation brings back all of your earlier frustrations, and suddenly you’re grinding onto his lap a little too desperately. “Daddy...” you whisper, and that’s all it takes for Jungkook to break.

He groans, discarding the game controller and moving all of his attention onto you. “Fucking hell, Y/N,” he moans out as you continue rocking on him. You whimper on top of him, and he silences you with a hot and heavy kiss.

“Will you please, please, fuck me now? Can I please cum?”

“Hm, maybe since you asked so nicely.”

“Please, Jungkook.”

“I don’t know... You made me lose my game...”

“Jungkook!” you growl. You grind down on him a couple more times, earning a few delicious gasps from him before promptly lifting yourself off. “Fine,” you tell him. “I’ll do it myself.”

You march to your bedroom without hesitation, not bothering to see if your boyfriend decided to come with you. You sit down on the bed and take your clothes off, and the air is wonderfully chilly against your soaking hot pussy. “Fuck,” you moan as you slide two fingers into you easily, finally getting some relief. You pump your fingers, slowly gaining momentum and stopping every so often to curl them and find your g-spot.

Your whimpers and moans are interrupted by an annoyed looking Jungkook saying, “Enjoying yourself?”

You look up to glare at him before collapsing back on the bed and continuing your ministrations. “Yes, yes I am, thank you.”

“I bet I can do it better, babe,” he whispers as he crawls onto the bed beside you.

“Well, you had the opportunity, asshole.”

“C’mon, Y/N,” he coos, nuzzling into your neck. “Let me make you feel good.”

His hand reaches down for yours, removing it from your pussy. You whine at the loss of contact, about to complain when he swiftly replaces it with his own hand. “J-Jungkook...” you gasp.

He smiles against your neck, kissing you softly as he fingers you slowly, working your walls. He finger-fucks you just a little bit faster as his thumb comes up to stroke your clit. Being so wound up all day, it doesn’t take long for you to come undone underneath him. “Jungkook!” you shout as you writhe under him, bucking into his fingers while he holds you down and coaxes you through your orgasm.

“Good girl,” he praises. “Such a good girl for me.”

“Mm,” you mumble lazily, suddenly feeling immensely less pissed off.

“Think you can go for one more?” he asks as he sits up, pulling you towards him.

You nod in response and help his shirt over his head. You take in his features, tracing the contours of his body with your hands and stopping to kiss each mole and scar and scratch that you find. He laughs lightly and pulls you into a deep kiss.

You stay seated like that for a moment, completely comfortable in his arms as his mouth works against yours. You moan into the kiss and he breaks away in a grin. “Come here, baby,” he says and flips you over.

He straddles himself on top of you, kneading your back. His hands work their way down your skin until they reach your ass and he stops there with a solid smack. You cry out, causing him to do it again because you sound so good. “You sound so pretty,” he compliments, and your face is as red as your ass.

He decides he’s tired of it, though, and you can feel his hard cock against your thigh. He rubs it against the outside folds of your pussy, teasing you until you’re whining under him. “Jungkook! Hurry up!”

“God, so impatient,” he chides, but he slides in anyways.

“F-Fuck, Jungkook!”

“You’re so tight. Feels so good, babygirl.”

He withdraws, sinking back into you slowly and you claw at the sheets because goddamn it you need more. He knows this―and he’s certainly straining with effort because there’s nothing more that he wants to do than plow into you―but he loves the way you move under him. Loves the way you just need him. Loves it because it feels like he’s won.

“J-Jungkook, please move. Fuck, please move. Fuck me,” you plead.

You don’t need to hear an answer when he obliges quickly, pushing himself onto your back so he can let his hips do the work. “Shit, Y/N,” he moans as he picks up his pace.

“D-Don’t stop!” you moan. “Fuck!”

“Oh, god, fuck,” he groans, his hips slapping against the back of your thighs with every thrust.

“Jungkook―I―shit―I’m gonna cum!”

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he coos. “You can hang on.”

“N-No, I―fuck!” you shout as you cum again, releasing yourself on his still hard cock. The sensation of your walls squeezing around him doesn’t slow him down; in fact, it only makes him move that much faster and that much harder.

You whine and whimper under him, your pussy overused and sensitive. He pulls out briefly to flip you on your back before reentering your hot core. “I’m almost there, babe,” he gasps as you clench around him again. “You feel so good, fuck!”

He slams into you over and over again, and all you can do is hang on desperately for the ride. You grab at his hair and leave scratches down his back and you’re damn near screaming under him.

Three more thrusts and he’s stilled inside you, spilling into you with a deep, guttural moan. It’s so warm and you feel so full and you sigh contentedly when he finally slips out of you. He turns to face you, still as energetic as ever, and says, “So do you love me again?”

You reach out to slap his arm and roll your eyes. “Only if you clean up the cum that’s dripping down my leg.”

He looks at you with mischievous eyes before scooping up the falling cum with his fingers and feeding it to you, stopping only to lick some up himself. “Better?”

“Mm, I guess so.”

“So does this mean you love me?” he asks again with an amused grin.

“Ugh, I guess,” you reply as you sit up.

“Wanna go finish our game?”

You shake your head at him as you get dressed. “I’m tired,” you whine.

“You’re just saying that because you know you’re gonna lose.”

Your head shoots up and you narrow your eyes at him. “Is that a challenge?”

Jungkook stands quickly, racing to put on his clothes.

“Loser doesn’t get to orgasm next time!”

“Then I hope you like blue balls!”

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Summer Training Camp Arc/ Rescue Bakugo/ The End of All Might

Episode 39: Game Start

•the fact that Denki and Mineta physically went to Mido’s house to invite him to the pool is actually kinda cute. Too bad they have creepy intentions

•Momo:”Aw I was supposed to spend several weeks traveling Venice with my parents”

Uraraka: “WHAT is YoUr LiFE??” I feel you girl

•Mineta/Denki:”TheRe’S BoObS At tHe End Of ThiS TuNnEL”

Iida-Absolute Unit-Tenya:”HELLO FELLOW CLASSMATES”

•Iida is built like a fucking TANK what the heck but why the fuck are you walking like that Iida lmao

•Iida talking about how far he and Izuku have come as friends, I’m soft

•Kiri refusing to come without Bakubabe convincing Bakugo to join then looking so defeated when he immediately starts picking a fight I can’t with these two

•”friendly competition between classmates” cuts to Bakugou looking possessed before saying “I’m going to annihilate you Deku/ Icy Hot Bastard” bruh do you have an off switch or at least take it down like 20 notches you’re exhausting

•”YOU DIDNT EVEN TOUCH THE WATER”

“ITS CALLED FREE STYLE SWIMMING”

•Lmao the whole class is cheating

•I love how it just cut to a dramatic montage of TodoDeku moments while Sho can’t take his eyes off Mido WHY THEY ALL SO INTENSE FOR YOURE 15 HANGING OUT AT A POOL DURING THE SUMMER WHY ARE YOU GUYS ALWAYS ON

•Mido/Todo/Iida all just staring at each other intensely having their own inner montages. Literally anybody watching them “...are they okay?”

•Aizawa you party pooper

•I’m sorry but Kirishima is so in love and no one can tell me other wise no I do not take constructive criticism

•Okay that end montage is so fucking pure I’m. So. Soft

Episode 40: Wild, Wild Pussycats

•Kirishima “can’t keep my hands to myself/off Bakugo Katsuki” Eijirou

•Class 1B to anybody they meet: “we’re sorry about Monoma”

•Aizawa loves his class can’t you tell

•”Long time no see” Aizawa’s a cutie

•Lmao KOTA the first of Mido’s adopted kids

•These poor fucking kids can’t catch a fucking BREAK

•Koda tried and I love him

•Kiri’s heart eyes are so LOUD

•I love when they all work together

•”YOURE IN MY WAY ICY HOT”

“Then pick another route” Todoroki doesn’t have time for your tantrums Kacchan

•These poor kids

•Kota went for the KO

•”YOU FIEND OF A CHILD. GEEZ KID HOW OLD ARE YOU”

•”Brats got spunk”

“He’s like a mini version of you “

He’s right and should say it

•Mineta needs a muzzle

•The boys are all like we’re just as curious to see the girls but Mineta needs to calm down 300%

•Kota to the rescue!

•IIDA GOT A FACEFUL OF MiNETA ASS HE DIDNT DESERVE THAT AGSFJSHHSJXG

•Mina almost killed a child with her boobs I’m dead and so is Kota

•I’m sorry but it’s both funny and weird that Midoriya is just naked while being told this child’s tragic backstory

•Aizawa you are actively trying to kill your students aren’t you just admit it

Episode 41: Kota

•Testutestu is such a good boy

•Good training idea according to UA Teachers: Break yourselves or else you’re weak. Just fucking die then you can be heroes

•Tiger is amazing “I’m here to beat you guys to a pulp”

“I have some questions about him...” ME TOO RANDOM CLASS 1B STUDENT BUT I LOVE HIM

•Iida tries so hard

•Momo explains how her quirk works: smart and precise description

Sero Fucking Hanta: “like how poop works” BRUH

•This kid is literally just a mini Kacchan

•I’m sorry but Mido why would you ask a small child who you’re trying to befriend about their murdered parents like what part in your mind made you think that was a good idea

•Mina And Bakugo sleep the same way, starfish style, I love them. But who the FUCK is sleeping under a bunch of pillows off their mattress on the straight floor with their butt in the air (I bet money it’s Kaminari)

•everyone complaining about training in the dark:

Tokoyami: ”Revelry in the Dark”

•Kirishima’s too tired to deal with his angry boyfriend

•Todoroki trying to help Midoriya with Kota “be careful what you say, you can be really annoying” he’s trying

•Tokoyami constantly whispering “Revelry in the Dark” to himself is the FUNNIEST thing to me I love you, you emo punk

•It Dabi Time

Episode 42: My Hero

•these poor fucking kids I swear

•”we want our treat Mr. Aizawa”

“Do you want me to tighten your bindings?”

Oooh Kinky Bad Aizawa akshdhbekal

•MONOMA SHUT UP

•Spinner is a long lost Ninja Turtle Brother change my mind

•”DIDNT ANYBODY TELL YOU ITS NOT A HEROES JOB TO BE HAPPY” clearly

•I respect Testutestu so much

•This muscley villain is Bakugo’s real dad and nobody can tell me other wise

•Okay that fucking Bondage villain is genuinely terrifying

•KOTA BABY STAY BACK P L E A S E

•it’s been X amount of days since breaking my bones- erases whatever number was there and puts a fat zero MIDORIYA YOU WERE DOING SO WELL but for this we will make an exception I guess

•oh my fucKING GOD KOTA JUST R U N

•Mido really thought he was gonna die holy FUCK

•”One For All One Million Percent” MIDORIYA YOU CANT EVEN HANDLE 5% BABY BOY WHAT IS YOU DOIN

Episode 43: Drive It Home, Iron Fist

•Shiggy thinking in Video Games format is honestly so on brand

•Mido is FUCKED UP right now poor boy

•”We’re in big trouble” YEAH NO SHIT ERASURE

•BAMF Aizawa is my reason for living

•Okay I forgot how much I love Twice

•Aizawa seeing Izuku’s broken bones: ”AGAIN???”

•Kota’s precious and I LOVE DADZAWA

•KIRI’S SO UPSET THAT THAT THE VILLAINS ARE HERE FOR BAKUGO IM SOBBING

•”Teachers changing their minds about fighting, why do I feel like this is Deku’s fault” BAKUGO SHUT UP YOU HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO WORRY ABOUT RIGHT NOW YOU DICKHEAD

•TESTUTESTU IS SUCH A GOOD BOY

•DUDE BROUGHT A FUCKING GUN TO A CAMP I FORGOT ABOUT THAT HOLY SHIIIITTT

•CLASS 1B MVPS KENDO AND TESTU MOTHERFUCKING TESTU

•Midoriyas doing a Naruto run because his arms are fucking broken I’m crying

•Tokoyami, Dark Shadow And Shouji IM READY

Episode 44: Roaring Upheaval

•Tokoyami tries so hard to be good I love him

•WE! DESERVE! SO! MUCH! MORE! SHOUJI!

•Yami is so emo And is just such a Good Boi AH

•Scared Bakugo is Baby

•Honestly they’re all Baby

•Toga:”I love messed up bleeding people”

Mido: shows up completely broken

Toga:”Mr. Stainy who? I want that one”

•Aoyama would be the kid who gets caught in hide and seek because they think they have a great spot and can’t be seen and try to peek them convince themselves still nobody saw them in plain sight

•Awase was fully prepared to die protecting Momo I’m CRYING he’s my new favorite

•Battle Plan Mastermind Mido is amazing

•Also poor unconscious kid just being dragged behind Uraraka haha

Episode 45: Shat A Twist!

•Kiri: “I cant let them take my boyfriend” poor boy just wants to help so bad

•Whelp nobody is safe

•LMAO Aizawa just stomping on Fake Dabi has me dying

•Shouto how long has it been since you last saw your brother...?

•Shouji SMACK A BITCH Mezo

•I LOVE SHOUJI

•Compress you freak get those kids out of your mouth ya nasty

•AOYAMA YES

•Dabi stop being a dick to your little brother I’m gonna tell Rei

•Kirishima is so upset AND IM UPSET MY BABIES

•These kids just wanted a fun week at camp LEAVE THEM ALONE THEYRE 15

•...Mic...is the traitor...

•I love how everybody hates All Might’s ringtone lmao

•All Might’s like only Us teachers are allowed to beat our kids to a pulp in order to better them as heroes y’all are just mean

•I know Mitsuki has just a bad a temper as her son but how do you think she reacted finding out her child was the kidnap victim of a villain attack? No matter what you think of her as a parent, that’s still her kid and she must have been devastated. But just like Katsuki she would never admit it to his face

•Precious Boy Denki And Class 1A coming to visit their hurt friends I love this class so much

•”I brought a present! I mean it’s from everyone. It’s a melon!” Okay that was pretty cute

•Kirishima being like “why is everyone crying we’re going to go get him let’s go gays time to get our Gremlin back”

•Kiri:”he’s still within your reach Midoriya!”

Mido:”...my arms are BUSTED my dude nothing is in my reach right now I’m still gonna come tho”

Episode 46: From Iida to Midoriya

•Kirishima is THE Best Boi I love him so fucking much I would die for him

•Iida’s trying his best not to blow a gasket

•”Hysterical Strength” yeah sounds like Deku

•”Go home and take it easy” lmao have you met this kid?

•Kota is so freaking sweet

•Izuku. Go see your mother

•Iida’s got some good points. I’m including that punch to Midoriya

•Bakugo must be so tired of being tied up and restrained you know he doesn’t have bondage kink later on in life just hits too close to trauma

•Kiri’s constant state of mind: WWBD (WHAT Would Bakugo Do)

•Mido: Stealth Mode=Wakanda Forever

•Iida has the best costume this is not up for debate. I also always forget he has an undercut, we Stan an icon

•”So the rich girl just wants to go shopping” I’m crying

•Clean Shaven/Neat Hair Aizawa? Hell to the fucking Yes Please

•I’m genuinely proud of Bakugo and the fact that he knows that he’s intense and scares a lot of people/ how he comes across is aggressive and almost villain like, he adamantly doesn’t want to be a villain even if everyone just assumes he would be. He wants to be a hero. Whatever it takes

Episode 47: All For One

•Rightful shoutout to Kendo and Testu

•”We are offering mental health counseling to every single student but right now we do not see signs of any serious psychological trauma” Nezu I’m sorry but those kids are officially fucked up for life you can’t be serious

•”what if they’re brainwashing young Bakugo right now towards the path of villainy” leave Bakugo ALONE

•Aizawa is like you come for my angry son I come for your throat try me again bitch

•FERAL GREMLIN BOY FIGHT OR FIGHT MODE ACTIVATED Bakugo has no flight mode only fight

•Mido: Incoherent mumbling

Momo:“this is peak Midoriya” I love how they’re just used to him now

•the boys are just like you’re not touching our friend you drunk creeps

•Kirishima came PREPARED to get his boy back I love him

•Bakugo just take the help you prideful little shit

•Okay Edgeshot is great where has he been all this time

•Annndddd it all went to shit so fast

•oh my god Best Jeanist is fuckin dead

Episode 48: Symbol of Peace

•”You won’t escape Shigaraki” umm so how’d that work out for ya All Might?

•Kamui Woods “IM SO SORRY” poor boy

•Talking to Best Jeanist:”consider me...pressed” All For One got jokes huh

•...yeah no BJ REALLY Fuckin Ded

•These kids are so fucking traumatized

•A WILD BAKUGOU APPEARS

•Twice has big Deadpool energy tbh

•Lmao Iida has had enough

•Mom and Dad of group award goes to Iida and Momo

•All For One: asks Kurogiri to help warp the League

Also All For One: Stabs him while doing it

•”I don’t think so. Because... I Am Here!” All For One really said Fuck All Might

•All these kids think in Video Game Lmao

•I know there’s a lot of commotion happening but I definitely feel like the villains would be able to hear them talking

•Midoriya went to Kirishima like time to get your asshole boyfriend back you lovesick fool

•”YOU IDIOTS” you’re smiling because your friends are here you jerk

•Everyone’s so intense then Kiri-fucking-shima is there smiling like an idiot because BAKUGO’S BACK

•ALL MIGHT ALL MIGHT ALL MIGHT ALL MIGHT

•...I always forget Shiggy’s familial lineage and it’ makes me sad every time

•I love this episode so MUCH

Episode 49: One For All

•YOUNG MIGHT

•Nana Shimura looks just like Momo...Todoroki Secret Lovechild Theories Intensifies

•”YOU GUYS DIDN’T RESCUE ME YOU WERE MY BEST ESCAPE ROUTE”

“You’re welcome!”

Oh Bakugo just say thank you

•...soooo many people died in Camino Ward, man...

•Aizawa looks so young

•ALL THE KIDS WATCHING THEIR TEACHER AND HERO GET BEATEN TO A PULP HORRIFYINGLY IM SO UPSET

•All For One really just pulled an “I am your father” move but with Shiggy and Nana that’s messed up

•THE PEOPLE RALLYING BEHIND ALL MIGHT IM SOBBING YALL

•NOW IS NOT THE TIME ENDEAVOR

•THERE WE GO THATS BETTER

•Everyone loves All Might I’m so soft

•I’m genuinely crying guys

•...can everyone hear All For One talking about Midoriya oorrrrr???

•All Might you’re pulling a Deku pleaSE STOP

•United States of Smash I cant

•Kirishima really tried holding Bakugo’s hand YALL

•...Bakugo knows

•I love this episode too I’m so upset

Episode 50: End of the Beginning, Beginning of the End

•Gran Torino explaining why they didn’t know about Shimura’s family/Shigaraki is. Sad

•Bakugo is traumatized someone please help him

•Endeavor and Bakugo are the same person and I hate it

•Midoriya and All Might running to each other on the beach is big Marty and Alex from Madagascar energy I’m cackling

•PROUD DADMIGHT MAKES ME SOFT YOU’RE BOTH CRYING AND I AM S O F T

• PARENT TIME YES

•Jirou’s parents are so cool, Kyoka’s so cool THE JIROUS ARE SO COOL

•Oh my god the Bakugos are so CHAOTIC

•It all makes so much sense why he is the way he is and it’s all. Too much. Poor Katsuki

•He’s so. Tired. You can tell. I just want to give him a hug

•”Be CoOl MoM” Izu you’re just as tense and you’ve been with All Might for literally HOW LONG???

•Mama Midoriya is. Right. But that sucks for Izuku

•This is. So. Emotional

Last part of Season 3 is next. DORM LIFE BABY just a little less angst thank god these kids need a break

#mha rewatch #mha #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #long post #summer training camp #camino ward #rescue bakugo #part 5 #DORMS DORMS DORMS #spoilers

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