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steddieas-shegoes · 8 months ago

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Steve arriving at a hotel for a work conference for his dad’s company. He hates it there, he’s miserable, he’s constantly trying to figure out what he actually wants to do with his life.

It’s late when he gets there and the hotel is fully booked because of a concert happening.

He gets his key card after waiting for 30 minutes to check in.

He opens the hotel room door to find it is already occupied by a guy with a whole lot of tattoos all over his very naked and still dripping from a shower body.

Obviously he panics a bit and wonders how the hell this could’ve happened and Eddie panics a little because of safety (turns out he’s the singer of the band performing the following night!)

They try to call the front desk but the line is busy and Steve already dreads having to go back and wait in the line downstairs.

Eddie offers to let him just stay and they’ll fix it in the morning.

“Plenty of room in a king for both of us.”

Which may be true, but Steve is an octopus when he shares a bed and he knows he will end up in Eddie’s space. Should he warn him? Probably. Does he? Absolutely not.

Steve rushes through a shower and hops into bed, making small talk with Eddie about his life in a band, ignores questions about what he does as much as he can because he doesn’t feel like explaining he’s just a puppet for his dad’s never ending business career.

He falls asleep listening to Eddie’s soft, deep tone.

And of course when he wakes up, he’s got his legs and arms wrapped around Eddie anywhere he can reach. His drool is drying on Eddie’s chest and he’s coming to terms with the fact that his dick was definitely pressed against Eddie’s thigh.

Eddie’s kind enough not to say anything about it, just squeezes Steve’s arm and continues petting his hair.

It’s nice, too nice.

Steve has to get up. He’s got things to do today and if he’s late, his dad will hear about it and berate him for hours.

Shit, even if he’s on time he’ll probably find some other reason to berate him for hours.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asked.

“Hm? Oh. Just don’t really wanna get up.”

“Then don’t. I don’t have anywhere to be until soundcheck after lunch.”

And now Steve has no choice but to explain his job and why he’s here, how his dad is relying on him to network and find potential mergers. How he hates putting on the Harrington face to please everyone.

It’s easy to admit it to Eddie, especially with Eddie’s arms wrapped around him, holding him like he could actually protect him from anything his father tries to say to hurt him.

“You don’t like your job.”

It’s not a question.

“Does anyone really like their job?”

“I do.”

“Well, you’re a rockstar. Of course you do. But I can’t be a rockstar.”

“Maybe not. But what is your rockstar?”

Steve had never been asked that, not even by guidance counselors in high school. They all knew he’d work for his father. He got a business degree for his father. He owned more suits than sweatpants for his father.

“I…don’t know.”

“Maybe you could try figuring it out.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“No, it’s not. But you could still try.”

So Steve sent a message to his dad’s partner, let him know he was fighting food poisoning from the in-flight meal and couldn’t make it to the conference today. He watched as Eddie threw on some clothes, mussed up his hair instead of brushed it, and quickly shoved his things into his bag.

“I should get out of your hair, try to get the room thing fixed.”

Eddie looked at him, looked at the alarm clock by the bed, down at Steve’s bag.

“How many days are you packed for?”

“Uh, four, technically. Trip was supposed to be three, but I always have an extra in case there’s flight delays or-“

“Come with me.”

“To…soundcheck?”

“On tour.”

Steve was an idiot, his father made sure he knew it as often as possible. But he couldn’t just go on tour with a stranger.

Could he?

What was he really doing here?

He hated his job, hated his dad, hated not having a clear path in front of him.

And this certainly wasn’t a clear path; He barely knew this guy, and hadn’t even heard his band. But it was a trail, the start of a path that could lead him somewhere he’d actually like to be.

Maybe he could take this chance.

Robin would tell him to do it, if she weren’t in Antarctica studying penguins for three months, only able to call once a week to check in.

What would she say if she called him and he was backstage at a heavy metal concert?

She’d probably say he’s lost his damn mind, but she’d be glad he did.

“Well, I am a rockstar. I could afford to have you around.”

“I’m not sure I could really afford to when my dad fires me,” Steve sighed, reality hitting him a little too quickly.

“I’m not really willing to be, like, your kept boy or anything,” Steve felt himself flush.

“I’m not really willing to have a kept boy,” Eddie smirked, joining him on the bed again, legs crossed in front of him. “But I’d definitely be happy to have someone who can help our tour manager out. You’d be working, though the jobs kind of boring.”

“More boring than sitting in an office five days a week and meeting with old white dudes who haven’t done anything but work their lives away for 40+ years?”

“Nah, way better than that. Sometimes you’ll have to deal with Gareth’s moods, but I promise to make it worth your while.”

“How’s that?”

“I’ll leave that up to you,” Eddie very obviously checked him, eyes trailing over Steve’s bare chest. “I’m open to negotiating.”

“And if I want a kiss?”

“Then a kiss you’ll have.”

“And if I want you to fuck me?”

“Then you’ll have to sign some paperwork,” Eddie laughed. “But that can be arranged too.”

So Steve left with Eddie, four days of clothes in his bag, no idea what he’d even tell his dad or anyone else, and no clue exactly what his new job would entail.

All he knew was Eddie seemed to be made just for him, chaos and hyperactivity included, and Steve wasn’t gonna give that up now. Even if it made no sense, even if it was ridiculous to gain a new job and new rockstar boyfriend in less than 24 hours, even if his next call with Robin was a combination of her yelling about his impulsive behaviors and congratulations for finally doing something for him.

Even if he was more of a VIP groupie for the band than an employee of the tour manager.

Steve finally found something he wanted.

If he sent his dad’s calls to voicemail, that was because he was too busy walking his new path.

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ladycaramelswirl · 3 months ago

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It Happened in Texas

Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader ❤︎

Chapter 3: You’re not trying to get fired - it’s just raw talent

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A/N: The case in this chapter is based on s4e2 where Hotch ignores the doctors orders and goes straight to work after tearing his eardrum 🤡

tags: minor grovelling, slow burn. Hotch needs a hug. Some canon typical violence and a few uses of y/n. Sorry for any typos.

Word count: 2.8k

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You are so fired.

Strauss is getting impatient with your fruitless reports. Hotch and you are not on great terms. In fact, since Jack’s party, he’s been avoiding you like the plague. He isn’t ignoring you or glaring at you anymore, but for some reason, he now never pairs himself up with you and keeps his emails to you even shorter than before. He also refuses to talk to you when Jack comes to visit and spends all his time at your desk. It had taken you months and a 5 year old to give you the courage to make any friends on the team. So why are you standing here, scolding your boss? You must have an innate talent for getting fired.

“Hotch. If you think that never hearing Jack say I love you again, or never hearing him laugh again is worth getting back in the field straight away, I’ll think you’re insane, but I’ll never bring it up again. However, I don’t think you’re willing to tell your son his dad can’t hear him anymore because he wasn’t taking care of himself”.

You take a deep breath, and add for good measure,

“Sir”.

Hotch stares at you. You are not a confrontational person (at least with your colleagues). And right now you were so out of line. While everyone else might have warmed up to you, you and Hotch aren’t exactly friends. But you had gotten to know Jack, who had been the catalyst to you becoming friends with the team. He’s probably the only reason that you don’t hate your job now. You love that kid. And after seeing Hotch clutch his ears at the graveyard and overhearing him ignore Morgan when asked if he was cleared to fly, you felt you needed to say something. Clearly no one else was going to.

But why wasn’t Hotch saying anything? You shuffle your feet and try not to think about your face heating up from embarrassment. Where was the person from 30 seconds ago who was basically scolding her boss? Your resolve had completely evaporated. And now you were nervous. Which was a very bad thing to be in front of a profiler.

“I know that you’re my boss and we aren’t exactly friends, but I’m saying this as a…”, what were you exactly? An overeager people pleaser who had just gotten the team to get used to working with you. And an idiot who is currently screwing up her chances of staying employed at the one job you had left. “As a person who respects you a lot”, you decide on. This is definitely true. He was a good person, even if he clearly didn’t like you. He might be avoiding you, but he’s still polite. And if he didn’t say something soon, you were going to say something stupid.

“You’re also the best boss I’ve ever had, so if you permanently lose your hearing and have to be taken out of the field, that would suck for me too”, you laugh nervously.

Damn it, you were already in saying stupid things territory. Why wasn’t he saying anything? Oh god, what if your rant was hurting his ears? You start whispering.

“Are you okay? Am I being too loud? I’m sorry, I’m just going to shut up”, you say softly. He’s still staring.

“I should go now”, you mumble and promptly run away, immediately making your way to the precinct bathroom and locking yourself in a stall. Why did you say anything? The rest of the team had just left him alone, but you were never a fan of turning a blind eye to people’s problems. It just didn’t seem right. Despite the fact that the other team members are clearly each other’s family, you are technically just a coworker. So you’ve definitely overstepped, but it just didn’t seem right to let it happen. To Jack. Not Hotch. Though technically you did care about Hotch too. As a friend. Probably.

“Hey, you okay in there?”

You startle from your thoughts and see Emily’s shoes from under the stall. You quickly shake yourself together and flush the toilet you clearly haven’t used before coming out.

“Yeah? Am I not allowed to pee?”, you laugh, washing your hands. Emily frowns, but knows better than to press. She might have seen you run out of a precinct conference room you’d been alone with Hotch in, but you’re not going to tell her why and she doesn’t overstep boundaries. She pretends to believe you and moves the conversation to the case. The team has figured out who the unsub is and are about to raid her house. You both leave the bathroom and move towards the SUVs with everyone else. Everyone except Hotch.

“We gotta go. Where the hell’s Hotch?”, Derek asks.

“He was on the phone with Strauss, said he wanted us to go without him”, Rossi says, walking to the passenger seat. “Let’s go”.

Derek shrugs his shoulders and everyone piles into the cars. You feel your stomach drop. Technically you did just tell your superior off. Was he going to report you for insubordination? Maybe he had had enough and was finally telling Strauss to transfer you. He hadn’t wanted you on the team in the first place. If you get fired from the BAU you’ll probably have to leave the FBI. You shake your head. Whatever happens, the case comes first. You need to stop the unsub before she hurts anyone else.

You try to forget about your earlier conversation with Hotch and focus on the case. The unsub’s apartment is empty, but Rossi finds her next target, Faye Landreaux, in her journal. You all drive to her house and Emily distracts the unsub while Morgan sneaks Faye outside. She’s trembling like a leaf and doesn’t respond when you ask if she’s okay, so you guide her to a paramedic to make sure she hasn’t gotten any injuries. Technically your priority right now should be the unsub, but the entire police department and 4 FBI agents have a gun pointed at her and Faye is completely alone. You don’t feel right leaving her yet, so once she’s been looked at, you try to talk to her when you hear a gunshot from behind you. Faye cries out and you let her know she’s okay. The sheriff has shot the unsub. It’s over. A police officer the victim knows starts talking to her so you move back to the team. Emily pulls back the unsub’s shirt to reveal that she had maimed herself to become the “Angel Maker’s” last victim. You fail to not feel nauseous.

It’s late, so you’re all staying the night in Ohio. On the drive, everyone’s talking about how early they have to get up tomorrow. You look out the window and can’t stop thinking about love and what it does to people. What it did to Chloe Kelcher. To all of the “Angel Maker’s” fans. Female unsubs that hurt other women always bothers you more than other cases. Emily notices your silence.

“You okay?”, she asks quietly.

“Just tired”, you smile. If she notices it doesn’t reach your eyes, she doesn’t mention it. She nudges her knee against yours - an ‘I’m here if you need me’ without words.

You nudge her back - ‘thanks. I know’. She smiles. You really are tired though - it’s 2am because the unsub liked attacking at night - and you stifle a yawn. You’re about to fall asleep when the car abruptly stops, signalling your arrival.

It’s a cute inn, the owner offered you all free rooms for the night as a thanks for capturing the unsub. Everyone piles out, eager to go to bed. You’re suddenly awake though when you see who’s in the lobby handing out keys - Hotch. He’s looking straight at you. Everyone grabs their keys and turns in for the night. If anyone notices you and Hotch lag behind, they don’t say. He gestures to a corner with some armchairs.

“Can we talk for a minute?”

You nod, slowly taking a seat. You’re too afraid to speak and keep your eyes on the ground. Was he going to fire you now? In some inn in rural Ohio?

“Thank you.”

What?

You snap your head up to meet his gaze.

“I called Strauss earlier to let her know I’m taking 2 weeks off from the field. You were right earlier. What I’m doing isn’t fair to the team or to Jack. I want to apologise for putting you in a position where you felt you needed to tell your boss that he was being stupid. That shouldn’t have to be your responsibility.”

He looks straight into your eyes and you can see the sincerity flooded in his.

“I’ll be taking a car back to Quantico. I shouldn’t have gotten on a plane at all in my condition. You don’t have to worry about me.” He takes a breath. “And I appreciate you telling me what I needed to hear. Even if you shouldn’t have had to”, he adds.

You don’t know what to say, so you say the first thing that pops into your brain.

“I’m not fired?”

Aaron looks incredibly guilty.

“You thought I was going to fire you?”

You nod, still unable to form coherent thoughts in your relief.

“No you are definitely not fired. I’m sorry for making you feel like your job was on the line”, he says and feels even guiltier at the obvious release of tension in your shoulders. “If anything I should be fired for endangering you all with my inability to make sound decisions”, he sighs. “When you’re the boss, people become too afraid to tell you that you’re wrong. And sometimes I forget that I can be”.

You try to find the right words. “I don’t think being worried about people getting hurt when you’re not working is wrong”, you say. “But I’m glad you’re taking care of yourself. And thank you for apologising.”

Aaron nods at this, searching your eyes for something. He seems to be pleased with what he finds and stands up. You follow suit, and the both of you start to walk towards your rooms. You lapse into silence as you walk up the stairs until Hotch clears his throat.

“Well, when someone tells you that they respect you but you’re being insane, you rethink your priorities a little”, he chuckles, trying to break the ice.

You feel your entire face grow warm - you had forgotten that you had called him that.

“Sorry”, you mumble.

He stops abruptly and you turn to look at him.

“Please don’t ever apologise for what you said to me today.”

His gaze bores into you as if to try to make you understand. No wonder he has the most confessions from unsubs in interrogations. His stare is a little lethal. Your knees feel a little weak.

“Sorry for saying sorry?”, you manage.

He raises a brow at you.

“Ok. Then I’m not sorry?”, you offer. He smiles at this.

“Good. Because I’m very grateful it happened.”

You beam.

“I’m glad you think so.”

“I do.”

You reach your room first. You move to unlock your door and he waits to make sure you get inside safety. Your hand stills on the doorknob and you turn around.

“I hope you know that it’s still true.”

He looks confused.

“I still respect you. And now I respect you for being able to step back. And for apologising. Maybe it doesn’t mean a lot coming from me, but I think you’re a great boss and a great dad. Jack is very lucky.” You meet his eyes so he knows you mean it. “You’re a good person, Hotch.”

A lump forms in Aaron’s throat. He doesn’t know how to tell you how much your words mean to him. He wishes, not for the first time in his life, that he was better at communicating his feelings. He shakes his head.

“It does mean a lot. I respect you too, Y/N.”He pauses, as if trying to find the perfect words. “You’re always looking at the good in people. Jack loves you. And you’re kind, not just with the team. When we catch unsubs you always make sure to take care of victims.”

Your eyes widen. You hadn’t known that he’d noticed.

“You’re smart, loyal, empathetic. I know that these last few months have been… unpleasant for you. And I’m sorry for my part in that. But I’m proud to have you on our team. I know that this morning you were just doing what was right, and earlier you said we aren’t friends, but you were the friend I needed today. So thank you.”

You blink, trying not to well up at his words. You don’t know if anyone’s ever said something like that to you. Afraid you might cry if you speak, you give him a hug. It’s quick, nothing intimate, but it feels righter than words in this moment. You take a step back.

“So we’re friends?”, you ask, opening the door to your room. He looks at you thoughtfully.

“I’d like to think so”, he smiles softly. You give him a smile back.

“Good night, Hotch.”

“Good night, Y/N.”

You sleep well that night for the first time in a while.

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The next morning, you’re quiet as Hotch tells everyone he’s driving back to Quantico instead of taking the jet. You offer to take the drive with him, which surprises yourself just as much as the team. While you had gotten closer with the rest of the team in the last month, you and Hotch aren’t really close enough for you to voluntarily spend 7 hours in a car together. You’re not exactly sure why you offered either.

You’re too busy trying to get everyone on board that you all miss Rossi’s barely hidden glee at this unexpected development in your relationship.

“It’ll be fun!”, you say excitedly.

“I love you, but 7 hours is crazy baby girl”

“Long car trips make me nauseous. In fact there’s a correlation between-”

“Yeah no, the baby makes me carsick.”

“The thought of being trapped in a car for 7 hours makes me sick”

You’re a little sad because a group road trip would be fun, and it would help to have a buffer between you and Hotch, but it is unfair to force everyone into something they’re uncomfortable with, so you give everyone a hug goodbye before sliding into the passenger seat beside Hotch. You can almost feel him overthinking.

“You don’t have to do this”, he says.

“I know. I want to”, you tell him. Surprisingly, this is true.

He stares at you.

“It’s 7 hours”

“It’ll be longer if you keep arguing with me”, you shrug.

He stares at you some more.

“I’m not leaving you to do this alone. Plus 7 hours isn’t that long if you’re with a friend”

He smiles at this.

“A friend?”

“Unless you’re taking back what you said last night?”, you ask tentatively. Had he just been reacting to what you said to him? What if-

“No. I meant everything I said”, he says firmly, looking directly at you to make sure you know he’s serious. His gaze that felt intimidating last night, now somehow makes you feel calm. But it might take a while before you can maintain eye contact with him. You turn to face the road.

“Good. Now drive, or I’ll call Reid and ask him to explain the statistics of car crashes in Ohio”, you tease. His eyes crinkle in amusement.

“Driving right now”.

You grin and start looking at your CD options.

“If I’m your friend does this mean I get to choose where we eat lunch?”, he asks.

You roll your eyes.

“You didn’t let me drive so I’m picking lunch.”

“Yes ma’am”.

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“They’re driving here together from Ohio? Doesn’t Hotch hate her?”, Penelope asks through the screen.

“I don’t think he hates her. Don’t you remember what it was like when I first joined?”, Emily asks the team.

“We never hated you! Except maybe Spencer. But that was a whole other thing. I just don’t get why he still doesn’t like her. She’s so sweet”, Penelope pouts.

“He didn’t tell her no, so that’s an improvement”, Derek reasons.

“I didn’t hate Emily!”, Spencer scoffs.

Emily raises an eyebrow at him which causes him to sputter.

“Well ok I wasn’t very nice to you at first. But it wasn’t because I hated you”, he tries to explain. Emily mouths a quick “I know” to let him know she’s joking.

“I don’t think Hotch has ever hated Y/N”, Rossi chuckles. “He just needs time.”

Everyone nods. They all relied on him now, but Hotch was famous for being cold at first. Rossi grins at everyone missing his point. Being the only profiler on the team with relationship experience made for excellent entertainment. They’ll get it at some point, he thinks, sipping his drink.

(to be continued)

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miyacults · 10 months ago

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begging on my hands and knees for a sequel to the daddy gojo fic but w sugu please please please

a/n: my dear nonnie this is less than u actually deserve but i hope it fuels the stsg daddy agenda im pushing here.

violet, blue, green, red to keep me out… i win.

( ft. suguru geto. )

Suguru’s nowhere near salvation—soul too damned to expect something else—yet his heart aches, breaks, and cries blood at the mere thought of not deserving you. He might have made a path down the cursed side of being a Sorcerer with Satoru next to him, making the best of his efforts on keeping you away from that devilish facade of his you haven’t seen yet, and although he’s the one to blame when you finally do, well—he can’t hide anymore. That’s the price that comes with being one of the Strongests.

< part one.

wc: 3k (proofread? probably not)

cw: [ 18+ explicit content minors dni ] technically this is part two of a gojo fic (linked above) but can be read individually so no biggie. fem reader (female bodied). teacher!suguru meaning he did not deflect here okay, we’re living a happy life away from the pain. first one was gojo action so this is for geto action only but poly satosugu is clearly implied, that’s the whole point of this basically hehe. daddy kink and daddy dynamic so be very careful! minimal to no prep. unprotected sex. p in v sex. mentions of blood. mentions of death. these two pamper reader too much so reader’s a little spoiled but in the good way. geto is a sweet pretty much. if i forgot anything to put here lemme know. enjoy! <3~

From time to time, Suguru wonders about his soul in genuine distress. Perhaps out of guilt and worry and only in moments like these—well past midnight with bloodied nuckles and heavy footsteps echoing through thin walls, dragging himself up the stairs of the palatial home he and Satoru bought together, with nothing but a familiar sense of anxiety building in his chest. But it’s not like his personal cup of remorse is filled with all the haunting thoughts of the bad things he has done and seen in his life thanks to his sinister line of work, or as if such awful thoughts could actually pull some strings within his untainted heart—because that’s far from being the case.

It’s just—it’s just who he is. The blessing and the curse of being a Sorcerer, of swallowing venom as a whole to save the lives of those who live an ignorant bliss.

White marble stains in scarlet as he approaches his bedroom in silence, mind reflecting on the fact that things should be good now, that everything’s fine and danger has been erased. Any man in love would have handled the situation in the exact way he did, wouldn’t they? He wonders about this, too, quite frequently, and he hates to admit that the question lingers on his brain for far too long for his own liking. It makes him dread the fact that he’s not doing a good job in taking care of you.

Yet it doesn’t matter, as Suguru already knows the answer better than anyone—and he doesn’t qualify much for the kind-hearted-person term (or so he’s been thinking since the last blossom of his youth and the tragedies that showered his naive teen years catches him off guard). But he really doesn’t want to either, because then that would mean that he can’t successfully protect the thing he cares about the most in the world. And he can’t let that happen.

But the look Satoru shoots at him as soon as he opens his bedroom door and finds him sitting comfortably in the wide couch—awaiting his return, as usual—has him breathing correctly again, mind turning back from unwanted ideas that bother him to no end.

“You got busy tonight, huh,” Satoru murmurs quietly, head lolling to the side while scanning his best friend’s tired figure.

“I took care of the scum,”

“And didn’t invite?”

Suguru’s lips turn into a devious smirk, heavy body finally falling between the many soft pillows his large bed has.

“Princess was so upset, needed you to stay by her side,” he resolves quite calmly, dried blood forcing a horrid contrast to his charming features. “If I’m not there to hold her, then you must,”

There’s a silent warning to his words, and Satoru doesn’t have to make an effort to catch it immediately. He already knows it by heart, he always has—he always will.

“She couldn’t stop crying for over an hour anyway,” he ends up retorting sharply instead, hoarse voice weighing a tone of suppressed anger. “Hope you gave the bastard a merciless death,”

How couldn’t he after what he did to you?

The day had started quiet, tranquil—the week itself abnormally peaceful for them. Maybe it was the fleeing summer coercing the unpleasant job of Sorcerers into days of calm, long work hours slowing down and making them believe they couldn’t relax a little bit. So they decided that it would be a good idea to take you to that new coffee shop in Shinjuku you were dying to go lately. And it was fine, of course, you were incredible happy to be outside the walls of home as you hold hands with both them in a sea of smiley people.

Until it wasn’t.

That desolated look on your face when you found yourself trapped into the arms of some Curse User seeking vengeance towards them—Suguru memorized it, because it caused him some undescribable pain he couldn’t possibly explain even if he tried to. His heart shattered into a million tiny pieces at the sight of gleaming tears drying in your cheeks and the sound of broken sobs, garbled whimpers of their names coming out of parted lips as you held onto nothing for balance, unable to stop yourself from breaking down at the fear, the horror, the trepidation it forced your body into a shock.

He couldn’t prevent what happened after they took you back and he tried to calm you down by placing you in Satoru’s lap, hurriedly murmuring something about making it right. It’s gonna be okay, princess, you’re gonna be okay. He won’t hurt you ever again. I’m here to protect you.

Maybe—just maybe—you heard the strained tone that bathed his words in that moment. And maybe you didn’t understand it right away, or maybe you didn’t want to.

Because Suguru has always been there to make things right, and nothing else has to matter when he and Satoru are there to protect you from the dangers of the world.

Like they have devoted themselves to do.

Suguru doesn’t remember the exact time you came into his life—he doesn’t really care to, because he knows you’ve pretty much always been there. He has no idea where do his memories begin or end at, but the teary-doe look of your face has been plaguing the tissues of his brain for so long now he can’t find himself to remember a time where it hasn’t been there.

He remembers his first day at Jujutsu High, during the spring of him being fifteen and you a little less than that, when he saw you adverting everyone’s gaze as you walked behind your mother (an assistant director, of all things) towards the offices in silence—floral dress wrinkly as you seated in some chair and patiently waited for your mom to finish off her work. No complaints but with a huge pout, bored to death.

He remembers the first time Satoru made you cry by telling you you were a weak nuisance (and how he shortly laughed at that), and he remembers the sickening feeling of nausea that infected his stomach shortly after—and he remembers how it didn’t disappeared until he handed you a beverage from the machines and you smiled at him like none of them ever harmed you in the first place.

He remembers you admiring your mother’s ivory dress the day she married principal Yaga, and he remembers the way he took your hand into his to give you a little bit of courage as you and Satoru walked down the aisle side by side, carrying the rings of the newlyweds.

He remembers the winter of Satoru’s eighteenth birthday, when the white-haired man accidentally dropped a box full of the school’s Christmas decorations over you, making you trip down the stairs and hurt your ankle. He remembers the tears that stained his posh pajama pants when you shouted at him—immediately, instantly—crying out his name and seeking comfort. He also remembers the way Satoru moved around you like a lighting bolt, reaching and lifting you up in his arms before Suguru could arrive. Soothing sweet words into your ear, kissing your cheek as he darted a glare in his direction.

He remembers that they both shared the same thought at that moment, even though it was never vocalized.

He remembers how you have always made him feel this sick—as if you’re infesting his body and refusing to let him cure himself off you at all. He remembers because the feeling doesn’t really stops, never has, probably never will, and he has now grow a little too familiar with the lingering explosion of things that do make him feel alive bubbling in his chest. He’s now used to you setting his soul on fire and making him sick.

But it’s special, nonetheless. A sugary sweet method of inflicting pain—as Satoru likes to say.

Because Suguru Geto is not exactly a good person by his own perspective—but he likes to believe he’s a good man to both you and Satoru, for selfish that could be. The kind of man that puts your safety and well-being on top of anything else, the one that ensures both of your happiness above his own. He’s the type of man that allows some of his darkest desires to die in a fire, following what he believes is the right thing to do.

“Sugu?”

He can hear it clearly, so vivid and bright and sweet it makes him terribly sick all of a sudden. Singsong and gently voice, coated in saccharine sugar echoing through his ears as the most enthralling tone wraps around his name like a prayer, the deliberately long uttering of ‘Sugu’ forcing the curves of his lips to fall abruptly, his heart stopping without notice and an invisible punch to the guts knocking all the air out of his lungs.

“‘Toru, Daddy, where are you?”

Suguru waits—pretends he doesn’t really care as your footsteps sound closer, closer, closer, and his posture maintains, seemingly calm, apparently unbothered, somewhat bored. But, oh, Satoru knows.

Satoru knows as he sits by his side on the obsidian sectional sofa, with legs crossed and arms splayed over the border, that his best friend’s mind is going on a haze, a brand new sense of anxiety crawling under his skin like a thousand bugs eating him alive. Satoru’s almost certain, he’s sure that if he gets a little closer, the violent sounds of Suguru’s heart pounding in alarming violence against his ribs would cause him physical pain. It puts him on edge; the mere thought of his best friend’s reaction at what’s about to happen now.

If it were him, he wouldn’t care. He hadn’t care in the past, actually. Satoru has always been more than happy to let you near the side of him that glows closer to hell than heaven itself.

But Suguru is different, he thinks.

“She’s supposed to be sleeping,” Suguru stares at him blankly, a hint of irritation in his voice. “It’s long past midnight, and she gets all cranky in the morning every time she stays up,”

“She was sleeping,” Satoru stands up, a sigh sliding past his lips while moving to the bedroom door. “But you already know how she gets if she wakes up for water and is all alone in bed. She gets all needy,”

Suguru raises an eyebrow.

“And who’s fault is that, huh?”

“It’s not polite to finger-point, Suguru.”

Both of them stay silent for a bit, carefully paying attention to your sounds. Suguru tuts his tongue when he hears you calling his name near the bathroom hall.

“I’m too bloodied for her to see me like this,”

“Clearly. Just stay there, lemme—,” Satoru scoffs, opening the door and then closing it behind him swiftly before you can catch a glimpse of the inside. “Oi, sweets, what do you think you’re doing out of bed?”

“But ‘Toru,” you complain in a hushed whine. “You left me alone, you know I don’t like that. It didn’t felt warm anymore,”

Suguru can’t see you—all he has is a muffled sound of your distorted voice, and he swears he knows exactly the way your lips are pushing the loveliest pout to ever exist, the way you’re looking at Satoru through sleepy eyelashes as you put your little complaint out.

And he also knows Satoru might have rolled his eyes playfully at the sight, pulling you closer to steal a kiss from your frowned lips.

“So needy, my baby is so needy,”

“Is Suguru not home yet?” you ask slowly, perhaps setting your groggy eyes into Satoru, staring at him with that enamored look they both know too well.

“Do you want Daddy?”

“Yeah, I do,” you snort.

“I’m your Daddy and I’m home, so,”

“I want both,” you giggle softly, so sweetly Suguru can feel his insides melt at the sound of your bubbling laugh.

He’s sure Satoru has you entangled in a hug, probably sneaking his hands all over your body and tickling your sides to pull a smile.

“Oh, your dumb Daddy, too. Alright. I dunno where he is, sweets,” Satoru states, as if.

“How mean, ‘Toru.”

“Excuse me? What did you just call me?”

“Mean. You’re lying to me.”

Suguru smirks at that. He stands up from the bed and walks towards the door to open it and find you both in the exact position he predicted.

And the look you shoot his way, the frown that forms in your face and your pretty features contract in sudden worry when his frame appears in front of you—it all has his heart pounding like crazy, he feels so loved, he feels so full of you. He feels insatiable.

“Oh,” you let out a little squeal as you shift from Satoru’s embrace and into his, “Sugu, you—”

“Don’t worry much about this, princess,” he mumbles, catching you inside his arms like the world depends on it. “I’m okay.”

But he’s sure you’re crying anyway.

And you don’t even stop to think about the blood. You don’t even care that he reeks of death and violence and Curses as you hold onto him for dear life, with arms that wrap tightly around him and pull him closer, closer, even closer; as lips caress the skin of his neck and little mewls echoe softly against his throat. Pants of I love you, I don’t want anything bad happening to you, I love you, fueling his mind like a bomb ready to launch.

Satoru laughs it off with a devious smile.

“Poor baby, you have her worried sick, Suguru,” he falsely chides. “Guess you gotta make it up to her.”

“Uh-huh,” Suguru nods. “My poor princess, do you want Daddy to make it alright?”

You nod in between heavy breaths, head still buried in his neck. Satoru gives a soft slap to your ass whimsically.

“So needy,” the Strongest murmurs, but he rapidly turns away and aims for the stairs. “I’m gonna go find a snack though, I’m starving. And then I’m gonna prepare a bath so you both can meet me there in a bit,”

Suguru nods.

“Go on. Let me take this princess to bed in the mean time, then we meet you in the bathtub,”

Suguru takes you to his large bed and places you in the middle of many soft pillows cooing in your ear to wash the concern out of you, but you’re reluctant. You cup his face and scan him looking for wounds, soon realizing the ugly streaks of scarlet that stain his face are, in fact, not his. But even then you don’t flinch. Instead, you let your hands wander all over his chest—desperate to pull him into you, to merge your bodies and never letting him go, never separated.

“Oh?” Suguru smiles at your scattered words. There’s still blinks of sleep tugging at your tired eyes, and he can’t help but fondle your face cautiously. “Are we merging with Satoru too, hm?”

You nod, sulky little look fighting sleepiness with all you got.

“Of course, Daddy, always with ‘Toru,”

“That’s right, princess. Always with Satoru,”

You inhale a deep breath. It’s easy for Suguru to notice every little thing about you, so he caught up on your train of thoughts before yourself. You were struggling with some words, biting your lip, eyelashes fluttering, thinking hard about something.

“What is it, baby?” He wonders carefully, hot breath colliding with your face, nose caressing the soft skin of your cheeks as he inhales your scent.

“Did you do a bad thing, Sugu?”

The question lingers on his brain for a few seconds, mind resisting on reflecting such thoughts. Yet his expression doesn’t change, he maintains serenity as the brush of skin above yours doesn’t stop. He holds you like a priced possession, like your mere existence could ever absolve the decaying all Sorcerers are damned to. Like you could kiss him and save him, like you could hug him and guard him—as if you could turn blood into holy water or death into salvation.

Maybe you can.

“Will you still love me if I did?” He asks, not dreading the answer.

“I will never stop loving you, Daddy,”

It ignites his body. Fire burns at his fists and he kisses you deeply, mouths meeting around a new heat, with tongues slipping and teeth clashing desperately. He has no intention of letting you catch a break, mouth falling to your neck where he bites at the sensitive skin and causes you to mewl.

“Ow, Suguru, that’s mean,” you grumble, but you part your bare legs anyway when his hands drop and brush at your thighs.

“Can’t help it, princess,” he press a chaste kiss to your lips once more. “You gonna let me play a little with this pretty pussy, yeah?” The words flee his throat in a raspy tone, and his hands don’t stop. He hikes up that oversized cashmere sweater, that can only belong to Satoru, barely above the line of your lacey black panties, enough for him graze it and get a glimpse of your puffy lips against the fabric, awaiting for him. Suguru traces a finger along your cunt, causing you to shiver at the cold digits. “How gorgeous,”

You pant. “But—The bath, Sugu,”

“He can wait a little,” he says into your mouth “Gonna make you feel really good, princess,” he breathes heavily, rocking his hip a little as a thumb strikes tenderly your cunt through your panties.

And he notices right away—in the way you shiver under his touch when he hovers completely above you, how a breathless sigh escapes past your parted lips and your fists grab a handful of his shoulders to attach yourself onto him and make his bulge nudge your cunt. He repeats the motion a few times, mouth leaving stray kisses in your neck and already throbbing cock humping your covered pussy through his pants.

“Sugu,” you whine at one particularly hard thrust of his hips, involuntary loud moan reverberating from the back of your throat. “‘Toru,”

“Shh, princess,”

Suguru is fast at parting your panties to the side, and he says there’s no need for prepping you tonight, says it’s gonna be real quick so you can both go back to Satoru—with his cock an angry shade of red as its released free from his trousers and it aims for your tiny hole fast, thrusting in one go. You’re whimpering at how fast it happens, cunt burning at the sudden intrusion since he is usually the one that takes his time to properly prep you to take his cock.

You guess he’s feeling off, so you happily comply if that’ll help him.

“Want you, Sugu, I need you,”

“Ah-ah, my good girl,” he grunts lightly, hands steadying you by the ass as he finally bottoms out. “Can you keep doing that for me? Can you be a good girl?”

A loud hiss vibrates through clenched teeth as you wrap your legs around his hips, head nodding many forms of yes as you inch closer to him in distress.

“That’s it baby, take it pretty,”

“H-Hurts a little, Sugu,” you murmur softly, eyes glued to where he’s slowly sliding in and out.

“I know princess,” he pants. “Give it a minute,” He’s practically caging you shortly after, thrusting up roughly as stretched out walls wrap him and suck him deeply. You’re not given a chance to recover or adjust properly, but the burning does start to fade away. Discomfort grows into pleasure and whimpers turn into soft moans as you bury your face on his neck and his hot breath collides sharply against the shell of your ear. “You’re so brave, my good girl. So pretty, my princess,”

You lift your hips to meet his thrusts, dainty fingers digging the flesh of his shoulders when he grunts. And it doesn’t take long for tears to collect in your eyes as heat floods your body once again, the familiar throb of your clit making you aggravate the hump of your hips so your swollen bud finds a little bit of friction. Suguru doesn’t fail to turn you into a needy mess, strong hand coming to cover the cries emitting from your mouth.

Muffled chants of Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, alongside his hoarse grunts and the lewd slap of skin against skin are the only sounds that fly the room when he cums—bruising fingers grasping your flesh harshly as he paints your walls white, and nearly immediately you’re creaming all over the tip of his sensitive cock firmly pressed against your cervix.

“Not leaving you baby,” he pants out. “Not leaving you at all.”

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l0vergirls · 1 year ago

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omg i love your yandere batfam sm!!!! may i request a part 2 where they end up kidnapping the reader? id love if it was gender neutral reader but if not thats ok!!

hi anon!!! tysm for the love on the yandere batfam post !!<33

to be honest, i was planning on making the reader more willing in this au, but i haven't elaborated enough on their character yet! i was planning on the brothers slowly easing into the reader's life, as seen with dick, jason, and tim. then once the batfam feels that reader's relationship with tim has developed enough, he'll make his way into their heart— aka be the perfect boyfriend!

from there, the reader would be invited to the mansion a lot more often, also spending many nights there, as the reader would be feeling lonelier in their small, dingy apartment compared to a big mansion seemingly full of life. jason, dick, and damian would be introduced to the reader as tim's brothers, with the reader being mostly amused with the fact that they're already familiar with 2 of tim's older brothers. they'd write it off as a coincidence. at first.

bruce always seems to be too busy when you come over, so you've seen only fleeting glances of the man, with the way he disappears into the shadows feeling far too familiar.

but let's say the batfam is more impatient, and they're just itching to get to you already.

they're tired of watching you from the shadows, and through the cameras (where you always seem so close yet so far). so they make a plan: they'll take you in your sleep, all precautions taken of course, and settle you into your very own room at the wayne mansion.

they don't tie you to the bedpost of anything like that, no, you're not an animal! they'll all keep their distance, watching from cameras they've planted (again) as you gain consciousness.

you're a lot calmer than they expected, carefully looking around the unfamiliar room. they've rearranged the furniture to nearly mirror your own room in your apartment. nearly.

they've arranged some things for maximum comfort, that you've failed to do so in your place.

they can barely see your hand shaking as you reach to open the door.

they decide that tim should be the first one you see.

as you head down the corridor, you bump into your friend. you can barely make out signs of nervousness coming from him; his cheeks are flushed, and you can see a light sheen of sweat across his hairline. you choose to ignore how his eyes have almost lost all colour, with his dark pupils heavily dilated.

their goal here is to not freak you out and risk your running away. given what they know about you, there's a chance you'll stay, even with great hesitance.

so, they'll act slow and steady.

your heart races in your chest, threatening to jump out. if you're being honest, you can't even comprehend what had happened.

why were you in a strange room, in a strange house? you fell asleep in your bed, in your apartment.

so, how did you get here?

why is tim here?

what were you doing here?

you ask him as much, but your voice is no louder than a whisper.

it's a miracle he even heard you, but tim is always willing to strain his ears, to earnestly listen to you.

"why don't we tell you over breakfast?" he says, in his oh so kind voice.

you don't get a chance to answer before he's guiding you to the kitchen with a tight grip on your hand.

on your way there, you realise it's a house that was bigger than you thought. a lot bigger.

the enticing smell of breakfast reaches you before you get there. your steps only quicken by a beat, but tim notices.

as you turn a corner, you're surprised to see a few familiar faces. jason, your sweet neighbour, and dick, the funny detective that happens to be a regular at your work.

there are three other strangers in the kitchen.

bruce wayne, who isn't technically a stranger, you can't live in gotham and not know who he is, but a stranger nonetheless. his dark, dark eyes seem to pierce your very being and see right through you.

a boy, younger than you by just a few years. he's got a tan to his skin, and eyes that seem eerily similar to bruce wayne's.

lastly, an older man, in a tuxedo only befitting a butler. considering bruce wayne was in this house, you think he is a butler.

a look of recognition must have been present in your face, as dick, bless his heart, smiles gently at you, taking your hand from tim's and sitting you next to him.

his toothy smile does nothing to calm you, unlike many other times before.

your eyes snap to bruce wayne's as he clears his throat. a sign that he demands your attention.

you stay silent.

the familiar faces and smiles have done nothing to appease you, but why? why do they unsettle you, when you have turned to those same smiles for comfort?

"i'm sure you have a lot of questions, (y/n)."

usually, bruce wayne saying your name would be an occasion any other person would celebrate. though you can't find it in yourself to feel flattered, not when he says it with such ease... such intimacy, as if he had uttered your name many times before.

ok i didnt know how to end this but i will elaborate on reader's character more next time !!! swear !!!! i have thought most of it out so please look forward to it! <33

#— mail.#— yan writes.#— dc.#— after dark.#yandere x reader #yandere batfam #dc x reader

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makeste · 1 year ago

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Plus One For All

so guys. can we talk about how there’s somebody chilling out inside of Katsuki’s mind who’s not supposed to be there.

hello there Mister All Might Vestige sir. you should not exist, just FYI. you’re not some Nighteye-type plot hallucination. because if you were, you would not be appearing here as Cloud Might, a version of yourself whom Katsuki has never met and has no frame of reference for. ergo he did not imagine you. ergo you are, in fact, real.

which means Katsuki has One For All.

because that’s the only way he could have a Vestige -- which is indisputably what this is -- inside of him. he has OFA. so. where did he get it. how does he have it. and why is it only making its presence known now.

let’s discuss.

okay so I’m going to try and lay this all out as clearly as possible while also attempting to be as succinct as I can. but knowing me, I’m probably going to wind up sacrificing the latter in pursuit of the former. I’ll do my best though. here goes.

1. Heroes Rising is canon.

which is a fact we’ve recently been reminded of not once, but twice -- first with the appearance of Katsuma and Mahoro in chapter 405, and then in chapter 406 with the “Bakugou no Kacchan” callback. the timing of this almost certainly isn’t coincidental. Horikoshi wants this to be fresh in our minds.

mind you, it is extremely unusual for movies, even technically!canon ones, to actually be relevant to the plot. but BnHA may be one of the few exceptions. we’ve already seen movie 1 impact the series both with Star & Stripe’s backstory, and with Deku’s new gauntlets. so there’s precedent, and it’s something I am paying very close attention to.

2. Deku giving OFA to Bakugou is canon.

just in case anyone here hasn’t yet seen or been spoiled for Heroes Rising, that is in fact what happens in that film! so yeah, that certainly seems like an extremely relevant detail right about now.

3. we never found out why and how Deku got OFA back at the end of the movie.

okay so I was looking for a clip to link before we discuss this next part, but I unfortunately couldn’t find one that hadn’t been edited to avoid copyright issues, so you’ll just have to make do with this.

skip ahead to about 7:10 for the relevant part. for the purposes of this theory, we’re just going to ignore everything All Might says here, because tbh he has no fucking clue what’s actually going on and is just guessing wildly lol. however, I do want you to take note of one thing which will be important later. and that’s the fact that, when OFA “returns” to Deku’s body, it’s only his body which starts glowing, and notably not Kacchan’s. the latter just keeps lying there unglowingly. nothing to indicate any kind of transfer is actually happening between him and Deku, in other words.

moving on.

4. OFA and AFO are probably the same quirk.

as summarized here and here. which is relevant because if they are the same quirk, or close to it, then OFA can most likely do anything AFO can do. so file that away for later.

5. AFO was able to split his quirk and give it to Tomura while still keeping a piece of it for himself.

what’s more, he was able to do the same with Garaki/Ujiko’s quirk, and presumably other quirks as well. while it’s possible that this quirk duplication has nothing to do with AFO and is simply something Garaki was able to figure out using ~*~Science~*~, I think it’s more likely that the two of them used AFO’s quirk in some way to accomplish this feat. particularly since Tomura not only received AFO, but a bunch of its stored up quirkdata as well, such as the information stored in Ragdoll’s stolen Search quirk.

6. OFA responds to Deku’s feelings and desires.

or at least this is the case according to Banjou in chapter 213. recall this interesting conversation on how Deku first activated Blackwhip.

he was thinking that he wanted to capture Monoma, and so OFA obediently activated his “capture Monoma” quirk. despite him being unaware he even had said quirk. it responded to his need, even though he wasn’t consciously trying to activate anything.

now then, let’s revisit that scene in Heroes Rising one more time.

7. during the climax of Heroes Rising, Deku was NOT thinking, “I need to give OFA to Kacchan.”

here’s the scene one more time for reference. this time you’re gonna want to skip to about 3:57.

here’s where we are going to get extremely technical, because this scene right here is the key to everything. Deku’s lines in this scene are, and I quote: “a way we can protect [everyone]... there’s just one way...!” but he very notably does not specify exactly what that “one way” is.

until we get to this scene a minute or so later, which spells it out for us very clearly.

two One For Alls. as in, “with two One For Alls, we could win this battle and save everyone.”

that’s what he was thinking at the moment of the “transfer.” NOT, “give OFA to Kacchan.” but, “we need two One For Alls.”

which, I think, may have made all the difference.

8. OFA created a copy of itself to share with Kacchan, so that both of them could have OFA and use the two OFAs to defeat Nine.

let’s recap. OFA is AFO. AFO can clone itself. so it stands to reason that OFA can presumably clone itself as well. and that’s exactly what Deku wanted to do. make a second One For All.

he didn’t know that he could do that. but as previously established in the Blackwhip incident, OFA is more than capable of making its own executive decisions in key moments just like this in order to help him out.

which would mean that what we saw at the end of Heroes Rising was not OFA being transferred from Bakugou back over to Deku. it was actually just Deku’s OFA briefly self-activating (possibly in response to his delirious apology to All Might -- kind of a “no worries bro, you’ve still got your quirk actually, so go back to sleep and stop stressing over it” type of thing). and Kacchan’s OFA doing... absolutely nothing. it didn’t actually transfer back into Deku. it didn’t actually go anywhere.

let me repeat that: it didn’t actually go anywhere.

in other words, Kacchan still has OFA. and has had it ever since Heroes Rising. he just didn’t realize it. and neither did anybody else.

9. Kacchan’s OFA went dormant once Nine was defeated.

okay, so. remember all of this exposition from chapter 304?

basically, if someone who already has a quirk receives OFA, using it will slowly destroy their body until it kills them. the Vestiges learned this from All Might while he was researching the past generations of OFA in chapter 241, incidentally. Heroes Rising takes place right around this same time (immediately following MVA if I recall). so by the time the film’s climax rolled around, the Vestiges would have known that giving OFA to Kacchan could have devastating consequences down the line if they did not take action immediately after the fight.

so they did.

once Nine was defeated, the Vestiges shut the whole thing down. the crisis was averted, and they no longer had need of a second OFA. they have this boy who is way too similar to Deku in terms of his willingness to put himself in harm’s way in order to achieve his goals. and they absolutely do not want any harm befalling this boy. more on that momentarily.

so they go dark. and they even seal his memory so that he’s no longer aware of even having the quirk. they are essentially in sleep mode. and if circumstances hadn’t eventually become desperate enough to force their hand, they might have remained inactive for the rest of Katsuki’s life.

now, you might be wondering to yourself, “why is OFA willing to go to such unusual lengths in order to protect Katsuki?” and well, the answer to that is pretty simple.

10. Kacchan does not have the same version of OFA as Deku.

Deku is ninth gen. Katsuki, however, is tenth gen. which means that his version of OFA has one additional Vestige. a Vestige whose presence immediately explains why OFA is so goddamn determined to protect him at all costs.

:’)

long story short, while Deku’s version of OFA has proven itself all too willing to enable him in his increasingly suicidal mission, Katsuki’s version of OFA is very much a different story, on account of it being under the management of what I’m guessing is the most willful Vestige ever to exist. and said management being just the slightest bit unhinged when it comes to Katsuki’s safety in particular. seriously, you can’t tell me this is not exactly how a Deku!Vestige would behave. “oh hell no. no OFA for you!! and no memories either, because you can’t be trusted, goddammit. we never should have done this. what the hell were we thinking. if anything happens to him I will kill everyone in this room and then myself.”

so yeah. dormant.

right up until they literally couldn’t afford to be anymore.

11. OFA can self-activate in moments of crisis to protect its user.

Sports Festival. chapter 33. Deku vs. Shinsou.

aw yeah. it’s all coming together.

12. OFA reactivated itself in order to save Katsuki’s life.

I would now like to briefly draw your attention to this scene from chapter 405, in which Edgeshot explains how Katsuki was finally saved. please note my man is very clear that he did not restart Katsuki’s heart himself. he was basically just performing quirk CPR up until Katsuki’s own quirk returned him to life apropros of nothing.

“what brought you back... was the power you’ve honed.”

except... that should have been impossible. because Katsuki was dead. meaning he should not have been able to activate his quirk on his own, on account of the whole “being dead” thing.

however, if he by chance had a quirk with just enough of a mind of its own to activate in critical situations in order to help its user. situations like being forced under mind control. or, perhaps, being stabbed through the heart. well then. that would certainly go a long way towards explaining all of this.

and oh hey, when exactly was it that we saw this guy, again?

oh? it happened at the exact moment when his heart was stabbed through? you don’t say. well that certainly is interesting.

in summary:

Deku cloned his quirk in Heroes Rising and gave Kacchan a copy of OFA. owing to the hyperprotective Deku!Vestige inside Kacchan’s copy of OFA, it shut itself down once Nine was defeated, and all of Katsuki’s memories of having OFA were deliberately wiped, or sealed away. OFA itself remained inactive until TomurAFO stabbed Katsuki through the heart, at which point OFA was forced to reactivate itself to save his life. which it did, by forcibly restarting his heart.

that’s it. no idea how close to the money any of this is, but I think it would explain most of the lingering mysteries and questions about what exactly is going on with Katsuki. and I’ll throw in one last observation as well -- Katsuki has a nine in his name (BaKUgou), but not a ten. which I know sort of contradicts what I was saying earlier about him being the tenth gen, lol. but he both is and isn’t. if Deku split his quirk, Kacchan would in theory receive everything that’s currently in Deku’s quirk right now, and that includes Deku’s own power that he’s been adding to the mix. so he’d still have the Deku!Vestige. but he’s also still ninth gen, because he and Deku are sharing that distinction now. or at least I think the argument could be made at any rate.

so yeah. I’ve been obsessing over all of this for the past few days lol. what do you guys think?

#bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #one for all #bnha meta #bnha theory #bakugou meta #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #it's also possible that I put way too much thought into this and in actuality katsuki is just using the OFA embers #or something else along those lines #we'll see lol #but in the meantime it's fun to speculate

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nepobabyeurydice · 3 months ago

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New au idea: annabeth gets fatally injured in New Jersey and the closest safety is the Wayne manor. She’s with Thalia for the quest and the extent of Thalias knowledge of Annabeth’s dad’s side is what she accidentally let slip (much of which wouldn’t make sense without the context Thalia also has of being neglected by a parent) and what she babbles out through nightmares when they were on the street. Could either go the route of her still begging for Bruce even after anything, or being scarily quiet and only mumbling apologies. No matter what she knows, Thalia has her own idea constructed of him based off of Beryl and absolutely despises him. Annabeth has given Thalia his address at some point in time in case of something like this happens, but neither of them thought it was an actual possibility of them going back.

Either the Waynes have to desperately try to hide the bat thing while also giving Annabeth medical care, or have to immediately reveal themselves to Thalia. There’s lots of tension as Bruce is trying to reconcile as best he can while having flashbacks to the last woman who kept him from his son with an incredibly similar name, Thalia doesn’t believe in forgiving parents because of her own undealt with trauma and is also getting flashbacks to the last time she left a kid with a clearly incompetent parent for even a moment. Annabeth can be anywhere from wanting to leave as soon possible and only keeping Thalia from going homicidal because of her siblings, to wanting to also make amends.

Both of them are intensely protective of Damian because they see themselves in him, and a surprise adoption plot may or may not be on the rise. Tim is either mostly ignored or seen as evidence bruce is still a piece of garbage. Thalia and Jason either bond over the whole being dead thing, or she calls him out for taking it on a 13 year old kid (the same age Annabeth was when they finally reunited). Depending on Dick’s role in Annabeth’s running away, Thalia is either sympathetic because of being an older sibling, or thinks he’s just as guilty as the weird butler they have.

Obviously, Jason inspires some angst about identity and the fact he has the same as her brother. Bonus points if this is pre-hoo so Thalia is dealing with her own emotional train wreck without talking to anyone. Basically, everyone is trying to accomplish different things and coping badly with their own trauma. Bonus bonus points if Beryl and Bruce had dated when Thalia was super young or Jason was an infant, so she holds that against him for not saving her/them and he also feels super guilty that two kids he failed had to keep each other alive.

Annabeth calling Bruce while bleeding out in Thalia’s arm: come pick me up? I’m sorry to bother.

Bruce and Dick: WHAT THE FUCK??

Thalia: I see they don’t want you back.

Alfred picks them up and Thalia hates him immediately because I think they should be rivals, punk v british old man. Also, Alfred did not like grunge and really liked Britpop and Thalia fucking hates it.

Thalia already knows about them being vigilantes she just thinks they all suck at it and need to do systemic change with the amount of wealth they have. Yes, Thalia has read theory. I’d think this best takes place between SOM and TTC so we’re in like October-November, wait no October, I want a Halloween showdown.

I don’t think I like the Talia-Thalia thing because I’ll be honest, I don’t say them the same way, so instead, more about being kept from his child who he thought dead.

Thalia: You never learn do you?

Bruce: She wasn’t yours to keep.

Thalia: Technically I’m her aunt and pseudo-sister so fuck off bitchass.

Annabeth is mostly bedridden and ideally this means that Damian is also injured and thus they are bed rest buddies. Thalia is basically guarding their door and Damian feels oddly safe with her snapping off sparks and lightning every time Jason or Tim approach the door.

Dick is allowed in, in this AU I think that he knew Annabeth was abstractly alive since he thinks he would’ve felt it although he’s kept it to himself. Annabeth is touched. Also, I can’t be mad at Dick for too long given he was in SPACE for the whole thing.

Jason approaching the door to yell at Annabeth: You better let me in.

Thalia, summoning lightning: you better kill the joker first.

*zaps Jason when he pulls out the ‘I died’ card and kicks him several times before asking Annabeth if she wants to see him.*

He’s not allowed to complain when he’s got what she wanted for her own brother Jason.

IN LOVE with the concept that Bruce and Beryl dated which is now making my head spin with TRISTAN and Bruce dating for PR. Annabeth and Piper would die inside.

Basically, the moral of the story is that Thalia is the superior sibling/pseudo-parent and that everyone else are just clowns, also they steal Damian but give him back because Jon Kent started crying.

Makes TTC so much worse don’t you think?

Thank you for the ask!!!! Sorry for the lateness!

#series: the dagger and the joyless eye #annabeth chase #thalia grace #pjo x dc #dc x pjo #the-one-the-only-aroace

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faeryarchives · 10 months ago

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HEAR ME OUT SNDJSNJSNSJ

Jamil having a crush on yuu/reader and azul have a crush on her too. The two are rivals for yuu/reader's heart but when they finally confessed, reader/yuu reveals that she's already engage to someone back in her world

I'm craving angst

-ladybuganon🐞

And Nothing More (Jamil Viper & Azul Ashengrotto x Fem!Reader)

remarks: I HEAR U LADY BUG ANON YOU ARE ON TO SOMETHING 😍🖋️ oh my god i don't know if i should laugh or cry in that situation 😭 + I DIDN'T SEE THE ANGST IT CAME OUT AS SOMEWHAT CRACK 😔 i hope u still enjoy it notes: very long around 2.3k words 😭

"Ah, I should've asked for Silver to help me..." You sniffled, mourning over the fact that you could've saved yourself from trouble if you just accepted Silver's help. You were having some difficulty in supporting the boxes in your arms, afraid something might fall out until someone came to your rescue by lifting two of the three boxes in your hold.

"Prefect, let me help you carry that."

"Oh, Jamil! It's fine I can carry it on my own!" After all, you were just a five-minute walk away from your dorm, you would've taken his offer if it weren't for the situation.

Before you could get your things back, Jamil turned the other way and smiled at you. "No, I insist. And I am not going to take no for an answer." Without having any other choice, you threw your hands in the air in defeat.

Well, good company is better than nothing. "All right! You always show up unexpectedly." You said to the vice dorm leader as you both walked down the trail sharing a few small talks.

"You know, sometimes you are very talented and amazing at your work but do take some break." For a moment, Jamil seemed to freeze up, his ears turning reddish.

"Speaking of breaks, do you have some free time now, Prefect?"

"Right now?" You pondered for a second before shaking your head lightly. "I just need to clean up the dorm and unpack all the boxes with Grim."

Seeing this as a chance, Jamil suddenly stopped walking to put his free hand on your shoulder. "Well then, can you-"

"Well, what a coincidence! The Prefect is here!" A figure suddenly appeared a few feet ahead of you. "Oh, and Jamil-san is here too." Seeing the mafia-like get up along with that smooth voice - you immediately recognized the Octavinelle Dorm Leader twirling his staff around as he approached you and Jamil.

'Technically it's not a coincidence when it is the road to my dorm...'

"Prefect, can I ask for a bit of your time? It involves something with Monstro Lounge, I believe you mentioned to Jade that you were once an accounting student."

"Well... you see the thing is-"

"Azul, she is coming with me, we already have plans." You blinked in confusion, eyebrows furrowing in wonder - you two have plans?

"(Name), would you like to have a cup of tea with me instead?"

"(Name) aren't you tired from carrying all of these? Do you want me to help you unpack?" There was like an invisible air of tension around the two sending chills down your spine. While they talk as if they are trying to persuade you to join either of them - they are more focused on each other and trying to get the upper hand.

As they continued to bicker on, you took it as a chance to run towards the gate of your precious dorm and coughed to catch their attention. "Oh, would you look at that! I am already at home. How could time fly that fast?! Thank you for helping me, you guys!"

"But Azul didn't do anything..." Jamil whispered, sending the merman a glare which he just ignored.

"I am grateful to you guys really but I think I hear Grim crying for help. See you guys when I see you!" Not even letting them get a word in, you had already slammed the door shut leaving the two outside - finally taking off their facade.

"Azul, I was here first."

"Well, Jamil, unfortunately for you but I believe there is a saying with us merfolks that..." Azul paused, pushing up his glasses before tapping the tip of his staff on Jamil's chest. The knowing smirk on the other's face made the vice dorm leader very, very, very annoyed.

"All is fair in love and war. May the best one win."

"You better wish you never challenged me."

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"Prefect, I want to give you this." Out of the blue on a normal Monday morning, Jamil approached you with a wrapped lunch box in hand - giving it to you directly despite your friends watching.

"Oh? What is this for?" You took the box and stared at it in wonder. Did something good happen to him or something?

"I accidentally made an extra lunch for me and Kalim, so I thought I should give it to you instead."

"Is that so? You always look out for me. Thank you, Jamil." Seeing you smile and take the box sent the butterflies in his stomach in haywire. If Azul wants a fair fight, then a fair fight it is.

Unfortunately, you didn't get to eat it. The food looks wonderful and delicious really! You glance at Grim who was having the time of his life eating the food in your place.

"Jamil is good at cooking! You sure you don't want to take a bite, henchman?"

"It's okay, it's all yours. I am allergic to (food) anyway..."

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Another time, instead of Jamil, you find Azul in his place - the businessman-like smile of him never fading. "Prefect, please take this as a token of our friendship." He then handed you a small box. With curiosity getting the best of you - you open the box and, inside you can see a bracelet made out of (birthstone).

"What a lovely gift, I am afraid this is too much for such a token of friendship?"

"Nonsense! You deserve even better than that, if I may say." Holding the bracelet in hand, Azul took it as a chance to put it on you himself.

"... you know I might take this the wrong way."

"Then what if I want you to take it in that way?" You both shared a glance - one being confused and distraught while the other being a gentle and calm gaze. "I think I should go, I promised Jack I would help him out in taking care of his plants." Not letting him say another word, you quickly put the gift in the box and took it with you, and Azul took it as a sign that he might have a chance!

Just wait, Jamil. He will emerge as the victorious one in this war.

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"Oh, Grim, do you know what (Name) likes the most?"

"Not going to lie, the gifts on your doorstep are enticing sure but a mountain of them?!"

"I tried warning those two about that thing but they wouldn't listen at all..."

"Epel, have you seen the prefect? I have something to ask of her."

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"Ha..." You could already feel an upcoming headache as you find yourself leaning on the table inside the Ramshackle Dorm to avoid a certain octopus and snake duo. "This is a disaster... why are you guys hiding with me?" Glancing to the side, you could see your friends huddled in a circle as if attempting to hide themselves like you.

Grim has his paws covering his ears, closing his eyes shut. "Every time those two are around they are like cats going 'nya nya nya' for your attention!"

"Okay, watching it for the first time was funny but low-key, it's getting kinda annoying!" Ace slammed his fist on the ground, clearly distraught, and honestly, you couldn't blame him!

Deuce nodded his head in agreement, his eyes were heavy and unfocused. "Agreed, it's always scary how they are always at the right moment whenever you need something..."

"Well, I was about to ask you something but got roped in all this. What are you guys even hiding from?" Jack asked, totally confused and clueless about everything.

"I might as well hear Azul-senpai and Jamil-senpai's voices in my head." Poor Epel looked so horrified, remembering how whenever you weren't around - the two-second years seemed to find him as the person who knows your location best and thus always asking for you.

"I was with Jack too! Are you having some troubles, Big Sister (Name)?" The ever-so-curious Ortho asked while flying around you.

All of you then turn to Sebek, who stands proudly with his arms crossed. "These humans told me you were in trouble so I tagged along!" He stared at your group before sitting next to Epel, looking somewhat worried.

"What is going on anyway? You looked troubled by something."

You heave a heavy sigh, burying your head into your knees. "...Okay, I might sound arrogant, but I think Azul and Jamil are trying to fight for me?" That came out more like a question rather than an answer.

"So, what is the problem?"

"That is the problem itself, Jack!" You whined, stomping your foot to the ground, letting out the stress you felt for the entire month. "Maybe it's not my fault for clarifying things, but I genuinely didn't think it would get to this point." Your voice got softer and softer until it was barely a whisper while you played with the ring hanging around your necklace.

"What do I do..." Everything then fell into silence, trying to think of different ways to help you in this situation.

"Then shouldn't you confront them with the problem?" Sebek said as if it was the most common thing in the world, breaking the silence as he met your gaze. "They wouldn't know that they are doing something wrong when you don't talk it out."

"... holy shit. Sebek said something smart."

"Isn't that just common sense?" Jack immediately replied - an invisible arrow going through you, Ace, Deuce, and Grim at the realization.

"You know I should hang out with you and Sebek instead. Being with Ace and Deuce is making me dumb..."

"Hey!" A sudden knock on the door earned a collective sigh from most of you, not wanting to open the door until you heard people casting magic spells outside followed by a boom. "Okay, that's it." The boys watched as you stood up and made a mad dash to the second floor - only to come back down after a second, holding a broom in one hand in a threatening way.

"(Name), what are you-" You just went passed through your friends and went straight for the door, opening it wide enough to see what was happening outside.

"Who dares to fight on my dorm grounds?!" On cue, the suspects behind the chaos finally revealed themselves -Azul and Jamilm having their wands pointing at each other while holding one box under their arm.

"I thought it is all fair in love and war?"

"Not when you are doing underhand tricks!"

"Just the people I want to see..." Seeing them still bickering among themselves, you took it as a chance to sneak behind them and hit them with the broom, hard enough to send them to the ground.

"(NAME)!" They simultaneously cried out, holding the back of their heads in pain but most importantly the looks of betrayal and confusion can be seen on their faces. You crossed your arms in front of your chest before glaring at them, trying to look menacingly, which worked in your favor.

"Now you two are finally listening to me. Tell me, what are you doing here, destroying my dorm?"

"Well I was about to ask you something very important when Jamil..." Cue Azul sending Jamil an annoyed glare, "...rudely interrupted me!"

"Azul, you sabotaged my timing by sending the twin eels to Scarabia. Don't you think I wouldn't notice?" Before they could go on, a swift swish and the broom, you were previously holding, cut the air between the two - almost seeing their lives flash before their eyes.

"Before anything else happens, let me make this clear. I do not have feelings for the two of you other than it being platonic, and it will stay that way." Despite immediately dropping the bomb, you didn't let them get a word in and continued. "And honestly, rather than focusing on the goal - you see it as a competition. You see people's feelings as an irrelevant variable in your game. That is not right at all." After talking, it seemed like it finally dawned on the second years the things you just pointed out and lost their will to argue.

Azul lowered his head, putting his hand over his chest as he bowed apologetically. "... I am deeply ashamed of myself. I apologize for making you feel that way." You could hear his voice wavering at some point. Little did you know, this man has never let anyone in his comfort zone before so hearing you say some cruel yet realistic words broke him away from dream to reality.

Seeing the prideful dorm leader yield, Jamil took a deep breath before doing the same - not expecting to have lowered his head again, to ask for forgiveness for his mistake. "I apologize as well if I came to upfront and ignorant in my attempt to court you. But may I ask one question?" He lifted his head to see you surprised, causing him to be taken aback as well.

"Of course, what is it?"

"Will you give us another chance to court you in the right way?"

"That is not possible." Ace's voice rang out to the dorm, as your friend group stood by the door looking very displeased. Deuce started walking towards your small group until he was standing next to you, holding an arm out to separate you from the duo.

"Deuce?"

"Don't tell me..."

"I tried telling you both before but you wouldn't listen. (Nickname) won't give you another chance because..." The first year pointed at the ring around your necklace, the one you never fail to wear every day. "My fiance is waiting for me in my own world." You mumbled, holding on to the ring your lover gave you before getting teleported here in twisted wonderland.

"That is why the only thing I can offer you guys is friendship - nothing more."

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst scenarios #twst imagines #twst wonderland #azul ashengrotto x reader #jamil viper x reader #azul ashengrotto #jamil viper #faeryarchives #a.ladybuganon🐞

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lemotmo · 3 months ago

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Hulu comment. Let's all spiral with glee 😀

Q. We see you fan girling, Hulu! We see you!!

A. Haha, okay I received a ton of asks about this but I'm only going to post the one because you all get the gist of what the questions were like. Technically the Hulu account moderators, much like the 911 moderators, are employees of Disney, but usually moderators are given pretty free reign to post, comment, and 'like' as they please. As long as they're not being problematic or inappropriate. So I would caution that the comment doesn't necessarily mean anything. I will however say that the fact they felt comfortable enough to publicly comment on a video that is in direct contrast to the current canon probably doesn't bode well for said current canon. Because at minimum it's confirmation that there are no regulations in place for them to push the current canon. Which is probably not a good sign as far as anything long term goes. They would need to push it fairly hard to try and move the needle from an audience perspective so they would absolutely discourage Buddie encouragement. And that's clearly not a directive anyone has been given, so far anyway. We will probably get a clearer picture in the coming week or so. Embargos have to be close to being lifted, if they haven't already, which means we'll start to see more and more engagement from the media that covers the show.

I want to take a moment in this post to address several asks I received raging about how Buddie fans were the reason the show didn't release a full trailer. You all continue to prove you haven't been here longer than 80 something days. This is how the show always does things. They always start with a teaser. Last season was a hand on a ship rail, I believe. The season before that was the blimp. This has always been the way they do things. I know show history is irrelevant to you all but you should at least maybe Google something before jumping into blogs and raging.

Thank you so much Nonny!

Yep, I agree. Last season the show was heavily promoting Buddie. And it seems they have subtly began doing that again, while completely ignoring the canon relationship. But we do have to see if they will keep it up. I expect they will though.

This Hulu intern might just be a Buddie fan, but in the end they still commented using the Hulu account. They would have known it would be noticed and shared, but they still didn't delete it, which means that it was posted deliberately. They didn't just forgot to sign out of their professional account.

The comment talked about Buck deserving to be happy. Which basically implies that he isn't there yet right now. He still hasn't found his true happiness.

I realise that this is just a small thing and it might not mean anything, but to me it's definitely a subtle nod to signal that something has shifted.

And yeah, the promo always starts with a small teaser that has none of the characters. It has always been like this.

I do think that last year it was a hand on the round window of a ship, instead of on the railing. Do correct me if I'm wrong though. 😋

This has me excited though! I wonder what else they have in store for us this month. I'm looking forward to it! 😁

IMPORTANT! Please don't repost this ask and/or a link that leads straight to my Tumblr account on Twitter or any other social media. Thank you!

Heads up! For anyone who is giving me the shifty eyes for reposting Ali's updates instead of reblogging. Read this.

Remember, no hate in comments, reblogs or inboxes. Let's keep it civil and respectful. Thank you.

If you are interested in more of Ali’s posts, you can find all of her posts so far under the tag: anonymous blog I love.

#anonymous blog I love #911 promo speculation #911 teaser speculation #911 abc #buddie speculation #nonnies galore

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the-other-art-blog · 10 months ago

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Richard Gunningworth: *ignores Sophie for years, barely acknowledges her existence, makes her feel unloved, gets married without considering Sophie, does nothing to defend her against his wife’s abuse, doesn’t take the proper measures to secure her future if he dies*

The Bton fandom: “I think Sophie’s father really loved her. He must have been in love with her mother. Yes! It was forbidden love! Poor baby, he ignored Sophie because it was too painful to see her.”

Violet: *loses the love of her life when she was 8 months pregnant, suffers depression, has a traumatic birth, suffers post-partum depression, recovers and dedicates her life to raise her children and makes sure her children live a HEA*

The Bton Fandom: “what a horrible mother, she should have been there for Anthony. She’s an absent mother! She’s the worst.”

Make it make sense.

If Violet would have died and Edmund would have crumbled, everyone would have made excuses for him. Stop acting as if Anthony raised those children alone. Violet was depressed for a while, but then SHE raised them. And before Edmund died, they were loving and involved parents.

People forget too easily all the damage Richard did to Sophie.

Let's just recap all the shitty things he did in the book.

He abused his power as a wealthy heir to take advantage of a poor maid.

He left said maid alone, even when he knew there was a possibility of getting her pregnant. And yes, we don't know why she left, but if he cared he would have done something.

He let Sophie live with him because he had to. The book is clear in that he is not happy about her arrival and decides to treat her as a ward. Now, yes, this technically gave Sophie many opprtunities, but he only did it to safe his reputation. He made her pay for his mistakes.

He abandoned her in the country while he spent most of the year in London doing who knows what. Sophie grew up completely alone, except the servants. She had no friends ebcause everyone knew she was an illegitimate child.

When he is in the country, he barely spent time with her. Although I believe he asked for reports from the governess and knew she could be an accomplished woman.

He married Araminta without ever considering Sophie. If he cared about Sophie, he would have mentioned her to Araminta before proposing to her. No loving father would have made any decision without making sure that his new wife treated his daughter with respect. In fact, Araminta was treated as a fool here too, cause she deserved to know. As horrible as she was, she deserved to know Sophie existed, and the fact that Richard didn't think it important to tell her shows how privileged and horrible he was.He was a very wealthy earl, he could have had anyone. He was only 36 years old and if Sophie looked like him, he should have been handsome.

When he presented to the whole staff, he totally forgot about Sophie. He wasn't even planning on making a formal presentation!!! That scene breaks my heart cause Sophie beams when he tells her he didn’t see her. Like how despicable you have to be to make her feel like she’s forgetable and more insignificant than a scullery maid. Let’s not pretend that this messed up with Sophie’s self-esteem.

He didn’t take measures to protect Sophie’s dowry. He left her money... and then what? There were no further instructions on what to do with her. Did he plan to arrange a marriage? How could he have trusted Sophie’s only opportunity for a good life to a woman who hated her?!?!?!?! An ambitious woman who only cared about money and status.

He was aware of Araminta’s treatment towards Sophie and he allowed it. As horrible as Araminta was, the only reason why that woman came near Sophie was Richard. And Sophie knew it.

I know the dowry was extremely important to Sophie, and it does prove that he acknowledge her existence and his responsibility. But honestly, it wasn’t enough. Even if he was already thinking about a future for Sophie where he dies, he could have been more specific in the will. Or, he could have left instructions to his lawyer. What if Sophie didn’t find a husband? Could she have gotten access to the money? I do believe he would have searched for a decent man, but I don’t think he planned a HEA for Sophie, merely a man willing to overlook her illegitimacy. I don’t think they would have had contact once Sophie got married.

And frankly, the fact that people tend to brush off his conduct and abuse and just focus on Araminta pisses me off. Men really can get away with everything.

NEGLECT IS ABUSE!!!!!!

Richard made Sophie carry all the weight of his crimes. He went on being an earl in London and being wealthy and influential. Sophie couldn’t have done anything, she was just a child. The servants didn’t have the power to defend her either. And then Benedict came and he tried to do the same. He wanted her to carry with all the shame of being a mistress while he continued with his life. But this time Sophie could say no and forced Benedict to make sacrifices.

#bridgerton #benophie #richard gunningworth #sophie beckett #benedict bridgerton #violet bridgerton #araminta reiling #feels good to let this out

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imagionationstation · 5 months ago

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i can see something happening that causes leo to snap. maybe it’s something like; his only personal copy of space heroes he has left, something happens to it while the 2012 bros are in the rise universe. maybe he was genuinely curious to compare sci-fi comics with the other brothers, to try and put his mind at ease with this little kerfluffle he’s found himself in, being dragged back and forth between “your brothers love it here. we can heal here.” and “i don’t like this place. why can’t i like it like them? it’s not home.”

it was an accident. the comic getting torn a bit was never meant to happen. it was already in crummy condition, going through a kraang apocalypse, but to see it so messed up; the final straw, as small as it seemed at first. rafa picked it up off the floor, convincing leo they could help fix it back up, before leo just snaps.

“fixing things is not that easy.”

he runs off, ignoring Rafa’s “Wait!-“ and Raph’s “leo!” as he holds back some tears. he won’t let himself cry, not in front of his brothers, or even at all. he doesn’t want to cry in this unfamiliar place, where he already feels so vulnerable

Something DID happen for Leo to snap.

He finally found something to blame for the fact that his brothers were (in his mind) trying to abandon him and everything that they knew. He located the catalyst to the fears and anger that were drowning him and- just like every other problem in his life- there was something someone to blame for it. And it wasn’t him!

He wasn’t overreacting. He wasn’t being overprotective. Those turtles had been tearing his brothers away from him. They were activity demeaning him and everything they were taught.

The previously mentioned Sensei scene is what causes him to go from confused and frustrated to OH. These manipulative little jerks.

But I love where your head is at.

There should definitely be a turning point from Leo looking at the place like a potential home to “this could never work out.”

At least, it could never work out for him.

And I think that something like this would be it.

Something so small and insignificant. A little thing that feels massive to Leo. His brothers had urged him into it. It was a little comic convention. A chance to bond and relax. He’s trying to be accepting, sharing one of the few things that he has left of a time before the traumas. He wants his brothers to see him trying. To know he’s on their side in this. He’ll always be on their side.

To them, it’s a comic book. To him, it’s a peace offering. An olive branch. An agreement to try. And then it tears. It’s only a couple pages, and they’re technically still attached the comic, and it wasn’t perfect to begin with, sure, not after everything, but now…

He’d brought something impossibly precious to him, and it- it was ruined. He brought it here and they ruined it.

Leo doesn’t even bother taking it from Rafa when he leaves. He takes off despite his brothers cries, moving in a blind rush of hurt and anger, because he trusted them. He hears his brothers calling his name and someone telling them to give him space and Raph’s shouting back- and then he can’t think straight. He can’t process anything until he reaches the safety of his dojo and stands next to the tree that his father had loving planted years ago.

He cries and rants and punches the trunk. He hates himself for breaking over something as stupid as a comic book. He hates that his brothers must be taking their advice. He hates that they didn’t chase him down and that he chose the coward’s way out. He hates that he can’t stop throwing a fit like a toddler over a toy.

He hates that he’s terrified and doesn’t know why.

When he comes back to his senses, it’s because one to many late days staring at the ceiling made him pass out. He’s lying on the dojo rugs with a brother firmly around his middle. Donnie and Raph lay in either side of him. His eyes are probably red and his hands still tremble, but when Donnie says that they closed the portal, his racing heart calms. Raph drops papers on Mikey’s face, earning an indignant squawk, and Donnie softly admits that they know that some things can’t be repaired easily… But they did their best.

The comic is smoothed out and taped up.

And Leo sets it to the side to wrap his arm around his baby brother and thank them in the loudest rasp that he can manage. Mikey nuzzles his plastron and Raph reaches over him to squeeze Leo’s arm and Donnie presses against the back of his carapace and it seems like Leo’s throat and lungs are clearer than they’ve been in days.

It doesn’t last, of course.

Weeks too soon, the portal is back open and the Rise brothers are pushing their own priceless comics into his open arms- despite Don’s obvious disagreement on the matter- but Leo gives them back and assures them that there are no hard feelings. His brothers are like a wall around him, but they calm when apologizes are handed out and Leo accepts them with ease. They stay nearby for the rest of the evening, but then things start going back to the new normal.

And his brothers are relaxed and happy and Leo’s fine with it.

He’ll just keep an eye on them and keep them close and then nothing will ever have to be torn again. He’s the Sensei. He’ll keep them safe.

And as long as they’re safe, everything’s fine. He’ll be fine.

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verdemoun · 5 months ago

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What do you think Arthur's and Isaac's relationship is like? Technically, Isaac is around Jack's age, which by 1899 standards is a Fully Functioning Adult. But then again, that's Arthur's boy. The one who was killed so brutally by bandits. And he can see his boy again and raise him. How do they function together? Imo it's The One Very Overlooked Thing in this au how come none of us wanted it in depth yet ;-; them

YES FINALLY MY BOYS timewarp is really just a super convoluted Isaac lives au I love him so much.

Did you know because I am evil and vile my hc is Isaac + Eliza died 1896. Arthur hadn't seen them in an unusually long time because he was trying to help Abigail with Jack in John's absence. He asked Abigail's permission before going to see his son for his 6th birthday only to find their graves. :)

1896 was a very dark year for the VDLs between John deserting and then Arthur very much rendered useless by mourning. Esp because not all of the gang knew why Arthur was so broken it was really only the OGs + Abigail he told about Isaac. If not for the fact they happened to pick up the Callander boys in 1896 after Isaac's death it very much could have been the end of the VDLs.

Hosea in timewarp was the first to think oh shit I should check if Eliza and Isaac also got timewarped. I have a feeling I have written notes about this somewhere but I can't find them so I will re-iterate. Eliza is again working as a waitress and with much help from single mothers groups and community services got Isaac enrolled in school. She is overjoyed to see Hosea, pulls him into a hug, is so excited to see him and relieved realizing there are actually others who know about timewarp. She's been barely getting by learning how to not sound crazy so services wouldn't try to take her boy away and having to deal with modern era all alone.

Naturally Eliza very tentatively asks if Arthur is there (because of course that would mean he's died which is still upsetting) but it is before Arthur timewarps.

Isaac is 9 and fairly well adjusted to modern era but still 'knowing you got murdered and might not ever see your dad again' he's got some adolescent angst going on and is a certified shit. Very stiff and awkward meeting members of the gang he should already know, like he has no memories of 'Uncle Hosea'. Hosea and Bessie immediately start helping Eliza out as much as they can but she's a very stubborn strong-willed Abigail Roberts style mother she has been taking care of things all on her own and doing pretty well for herself.

Eliza and Hosea discussing how to actually tell Arthur and Isaac that they're going to be reunited. Like let's say Arthur died a few months after Hosea ignoring canon dates. Eliza agreed that letting Arthur try to settle into modern era first would be best - because it's been years like they're not entirely sure how either one will react??

Not immediately bringing them up with Arthur the same way they handled what happened to Dutch post-1899 - It is the one time, the one time in Arthur's entire life, he punched Hosea. Finding out his boy was alive and Hosea didn't immediately tell him. Would have sprinted out of the house to find them himself if he knew the address.

Eliza was thrilled to see Arthur again because her best friend is back. They were never really romantically involved Isaac was conceived during a one-time very drunk 'let's have sex to break the tension' because they were such good friends. Yes problematic age gap it was a different era and Arthur still very much regretted it I should probably make a canon era post about my Isaac hcs later. But she knows as happy as Arthur is to see her alive and okay he really just wants to see his son.

Isaac, all grown up, 9 years old, sitting at the table very crankily doing his homework only to look up and see his dad? Instant. Instant joy. He is no longer too old to be hugged he is running jumping into his dad's arms and Arthur is very much trying not to cry because he's so big now.

From the time he was old enough to have sentient thoughts Isaac idolized his dad. All of his happy childhood memories are Arthur's visits. The fact Arthur was gone sometimes was as normal as having a parent who travelled for work he really didn't know any different. And Isaac is a smart kid as upsetting as it was growing up in modern era for a solid 3-4 years without his dad he understood it wasn't Arthur's fault.

He also never blamed Arthur for not being there to prevent their murders even though it is really obviously something Arthur will never forgive himself for (and to an extent, John, who's stubborn abandoning of his own family is part of the reason Arthur wasn't around as often as he had been, even though that in no way means he would have been there or able to prevent their murders).

It is entirely possible if Arthur was there he could have been killed too. Hosea actually said as much at the time Arthur was mourning, which lead to the very distressing revelation Arthur was suicidal with grief and his weapons being confiscated.

Back to the point Arthur is very determined to be a consistent presence in Isaac's life in timewarp and they are constantly doing father-son activities. This is heavily based on Arthur's 1899 ideas of parenthood which Isaac is fine with. Yes Arthur is teaching him how to camp and hunt and they're going fishing together and how to clean and use a gun despite most of their households being 'no guns'. Trying to get him into horse riding but Isaac not really getting it which breaks Arthur's heart a teenie tiny bit.

Arthur is also very willing to learn about modern era parenting and thinks one of the best things about modern era is how much childhood as a concept has changed. Yes he will go to all the dumb school events and learn about Isaac's modern hobbies so he can do them with him too. They build cars together. Encourages Isaac's interest in music, pushing him to actually play guitar in front of people instead of just in his room. No he does not understand going to concerts and paying hundreds for tickets but it is worth it to see how mind-blowingly excited Isaac gets over watching some random group of men sing in a packed arena.

Arthur also timewarped in time to deal with all Isaac's teenage bullshit which is. Actually the hardest thing he has ever done in his life. Isaac's teenage phase makes young John Marston era seem tame.

He is very strict on 'you are smart you are going to school you are not becoming a gunslinger or outlaw' despite the latter sentiment being very outdated. However Isaac is still consistently skipping school as he gets older to go to protests because he has that VDL sense of social justice.

Poor Arthur is in denial about how much of a shit his son is for so long. He adores him so much and wants to believe he can do no wrong but there's only so many times you can get called into school for fistfights or your teenage son gets picked up by cops before admitting Isaac is as unruly as Arthur was at that age.

But still absolutely mutually unconditional love. Isaac being a child when he timewarped is the most adjusted and will help his dad with tech and modern era things, meanwhile Arthur might still tell him he's grounded for getting arrested defacing statues of colonizers but also buys him McDonalds on the way home. Sorry John and Jack are both bitterly jealous over what a good relationship Arthur and Isaac have.

#rdr2 timewarp au #arthur morgan #isaac morgan #eliza rdr2

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part-time-zombie · 5 months ago

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Blame It On The Alcohol

pairings: loceit (romantic, can be read as platonic)

summary: janus is used to having a drink or two alone. he's not used to logan showing up at his door asking for a glass, and definitely not after it looks like he's already had a few drinks himself.

tags/warnings: alcohol use, drinking and getting/being drunk, sharing a bed, hurt/comfort, angst, logan isn't okay, janus notices, janus gets slightly flirty and logan gets slightly flustered near the end, he doesnt take advantage of him or anything though, yeah they both get drunk but nothing smutty happens

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The last thing Janus expected to hear was a knock on his door. It was late, for one, and he along with most of the other sides are usually winding down for the night at this hour. Not to mention the fact that no one had ever bothered to knock on his door at all, or even stop by for any reason. Well, Remus would let himself in and he often stays up this late, but he never knocks first, always just kicking the door open and making himself at home whether Janus was there or not.

So it wasn’t him, but he couldn’t think of any reason anyone else would be here. Patton is never up this late, and Roman and Virgil would rather let the house burn down than talk to him voluntarily, so why on earth would someone be at his door right now?

The knocking resumed, a slow but heavy pounding at a wavering rhythm, and Janus decided he may as well answer it before whoever it was got bored and left. Sparing a moment to ensure he looked decent (he had been getting ready for bed after all), he opened the door with his best attempt at a neutral expression.

Logan stared back at him with the same look, leaning casually against the door frame once the door was opened.

“I’m out of wine,” he slowly mumbled, raising an almost empty bottle to further emphasize his point.

Janus took a moment to respond, taking in the sight of Logan most certainly drunk at his door this late at night. His tie had been loosened and his shirt was uncharacteristically wrinkled, and every so often he should shuffle in place as if he were trying to keep his balance. He looked dead tired, and almost undone in a way Janus had never seen before.

"I can see that,” he finally said, still trying to make sense of the situation. “Although you technically still have a bit of wine left in that bottle. Why are you here, exactly?”

Logan looked back down at the bottle in his hand before bringing it to his lips and tilting his head back, easily downing the last of the wine without hesitation. Once the bottle was completely drained, he all but shoved it into Janus’ arms.

"Now I’m officially out of wine,” he corrected. “And to answer your question, I know you likely store some of your own in your room. I would like to have some if you don’t mind.”

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”

Logan's eyes narrowed. “Not hardly.”

Well, if he was so set on getting blackout drunk, who would Janus be to deny him another glass or two? This was going to be fun.

"Very well. By all means make yourself comfortable,” he said, moving aside and letting Logan stumble in to his room. Logan all but fell into the plush seat by Janus’ desk, running a hand over his face with a sigh.

Janus set down a fresh bottle of wine before moving to unlock one of the desk drawers for some glasses. He had to take such drastic measures after Remus stole all of his wine glasses some time ago. He grabbed what he needed only to see Logan already chugging straight from the bottle, nearly a quarter of it already having been drunk.

Janus quickly snatched the bottle out of his hands and placed it on the farthest end of the desk, ignoring Logan's whine of protest.

"And here I thought I was the selfish one,” he chided. “It would only have taken me a moment to get a glass, you know.”

"But I don’t just want to have just a glass of wine,” Logan replied, his words now slightly slurred. “You’re allowed to drink until you’re totally inebriated, why can’t I?”

“Because you’re the responsible one.”

“What if I don’t want to be?”

That brought a weight to Janus’ stomach, sinking uncomfortably within him.

“What are you saying, Logan?”

Logan sighed in frustration, as if the answer was obvious and Janus was an idiot for needing to ask. “I’m saying I don’t see the point in doing all the work around here when it doesn’t get me very far. Everyone else is allowed to be silly and stupid and selfish, and I always end up cleaning up after them. Don’t I deserve a break?”

“Of course you do, but I don’t think this counts.”

Logan shrugged, glancing wistfully at the bottle Janus kept out of his reach. “Maybe not, but it’s the closest thing I can get. I can drink until I stop thinking for the night and recover in the morning to get back to work, it works well enough.”

“You’ve done this before?” Janus asked, though they both knew it was more of an observation than a question.

“On occasion, when I don’t want to have to deal with everything. I just happened to run out of wine tonight, and I knew you’d have some.”

Well, this wasn’t nearly as much fun as Janus had hoped. He reached over and grabbed the wine, taking a rather large swill from it in the same manner that Logan had before passing it over to him. He didn’t want to be fully sober for this conversation.

"So how long have you been drinking your cares away, exactly?”

Another shrug. “I’d say roughly around the same time you started making appearances, if not a little bit before. It wasn’t necessarily because of you, though.”

Well that was a relief.

“Then what was it about?”

Logan took another long drink before passing the bottle back to him. “Something tells me you already know.”

He had an inkling or two. He took a drink as he tried to come up with a way to bring it up, passing the bottle back and Logan quickly started chugging from it.

“At a guess, it’s probably about the others. Perhaps even Roman specifically.”

Logan set the bottle down with a sigh, not looking up at Janus. “It’s not just Roman, or even about the others really.”

“Then what it is about?”

“Why should I tell you, exactly? You don’t even know what it is yourself, not to mention I know how much you love gossip. Frankly, me coming to you at all was a mistake.”

Logan got up from his seat, making his way to the door. Or at least, attempting to do so, as he staggered unsteadily and ultimately fell to the floor with a painful grunt.

Janus fought back a grin as he helped Logan back up, placing him back in the chair.

“Something tells me storming off won’t get you very far,” he teased.

“I shouldn’t have come here,” he slurred, head drooping heavily. “Now you’ll go telling everyone about how foolish I look, and then I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Janus almost felt sympathy for Logan. Or maybe it was pity. Or the wine. Either way, seeing him so dejected and defeated by something he wouldn’t share tugged at something in his chest, and he found he couldn’t stand Logan being like this.

“I admit I love to spread rumors and drama, but I promise I won’t talk about this to anyone. This isn’t just some petty squabble to laugh at over dinner; whatever is going on with you isn’t something I’d joke about with anyone.”

Logan scoffed in response before taking another drink.

“I’d still like to know whatever or whoever it is that’s driving you to drink. I could help make sure it doesn’t get this bad again or find a means of getting you a proper break.”

“You won’t like the answer.”

“I still want to hear it.”

Logan took a particularly long swig from the bottle before passing what was left over to Janus, sighing to himself as he did so.

“It’s Thomas.”

Janus was glad he hadn’t taken a drink yet or he would have done a spit take right then and there. Of all the things Logan could have said, Janus never thought it’d be that.

“Thomas is the problem?”

“More accurately, I am.” Logan replied. “No matter what I do or how I try, nothing ever works. He won’t listen to me; he won’t even interact with me at all unless there’s another problem the others are too dramatic to fix. I’m just a tool to him, something to be used when needed and left to collect dust otherwise. I don’t know what it is I’m doing wrong or why I can’t get through to him, but it always ends the same. I beg for him to see me, and he looks straight through me. It’s like I don’t exist to him anymore.”

Logan was right, Janus hated this answer. Knowing that it had gotten this bad and that he was this neglected by not just the other sides but by Thomas himself made his stomach turn. He took another sip of wine, hoping that it would somehow make this easier.

Maybe that’s what Logan hopes for when he drinks.

Janus thought back to the few times he and Logan had interacted, how stressed he seemed and how much the others ignored him. He remembered how often he would shut Logan up or even remove him from the discussion entirely. He really was a part of the problem, wasn’t he? If he hadn’t taken such efforts to hog the spotlight for himself, maybe Logan would have been heard more clearly.

“I’m sorry, Logan. Truly.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“Maybe not fully, but I had a hand in this all the same. I pushed you off to the side and let the others overlook you when you actually were the most helpful one there. I should have made the others, made Thomas, pay more attention to you. You don’t deserve this.”

“Maybe I do. Maybe it’s something I’m doing wrong. I know everyone else can get his attention easily, so it has to be a failure on my part.”

“Now that’s just not true,” Janus added, passing the bottle back to him. “The others get his attention because they’re loud and dramatic. It’s hard to hear the weather alert on the news when there’s a storm howling outside. Just because you aren’t as obnoxious and over the top as them doesn’t mean you’re less than. If anything, I’d say it makes you better than them. You don’t resort to something so childish to be listened to.”

“Perhaps I should. It works for them, after all.”

“But is that how you want to be seen? Throwing a temper tantrum until all they hear is you screaming at them?”

“What other option do I have at this point? Everything else has failed.”

“Well, we can figure something out here. I can help to make him listen to you.”

Logan looked back up at him, skepticism shining in his hazy eyes. “And why would you offer to do that for me?”

“Because you’re an essential part of Thomas, and I admit I respect you a great deal.”

“Really? Even now, after you’ve seen me like this?”

Janus nodded, not trusting himself to not say anything too sentimental. Logan seemed to accept it as a viable response though, offering him a small smile before taking the bottle and finishing off the last of the wine in one final gulp.

“I should go to bed,” he mumbled, words slurring over again. “So should you.”

“You’re the one who knocked on my door this late at night,” Janus joked.

“Right, sorry about that.”

“Never apologize for coming to me, especially for something like this.”

Logan looked confused. “Requesting alcohol?”

“Needing someone to talk to.”

“… oh.”

The two sat together in silence for a moment, neither of them capable of finding something to say. Eventually Logan stood up from his chair again, albeit shakily, as he prepared to return to his room for the night. Janus watched as he tried and failed to walk on his own, before making up his mind with a sigh and gently grabbing hold of his arm.

“Janus, what- “

“You’re not making it to your room like this, not on your own anyway. I could walk you back if you want, but that’ll run the risk of someone seeing me escorting you out of my room in the middle of the night while you can barely stand. I think even in this state you can imagine how that would look to anyone.”

Logan nodded in agreement, head lolling about on his shoulders. “What do you suggest, then?”

“Well, I’m not exactly against the idea of you staying the night.” Janus felt himself blush as the implications of the idea came to mind. “I mean, only if you want to. Nothing is going to come of it and it doesn’t have to mean anything, it would just make sense for you to have somewhere to rest for the night without anything happening.”

Logan stared back at him, swaying lightly in his hold, before sighing. “I suppose so. If anything, the company might be nice. As long as you promise nothing will come of this. I doubt I’m in any state to start something like that right now.”

“Something like what?”

Logan didn’t respond, only flushing a beet red that definitely wasn’t from the wine.

Janus chuckled softly at the sight, greatly enjoying seeing Logan so open and emotional. He’d never had the chance to see him like this, and it was quite a sight.

He gently guided him back to the bed, changing them both into pajamas with a snap of his fingers. Logan sat down with a huff, leaning back towards the headrest as Janus crawled into the bed beside him. It took a few minutes of awkward maneuvering, but Logan eventually managed to slip beneath the covers, wasting no time in cozying up to Janus.

Janus froze, not quite sure what to do or how to react, but as he felt Logan's body heat washing over him and his arms wrapping tightly around him he found he didn’t quite care. If Logan needed this from him, who would he be to deny it?

“Pretty.”

“What was that?”

“Your scales,” Logan explained, looking up at him. “They’re pretty.”

As if to further prove his point, he reached up and let his hand drift slowly across the left side of his face, gently caressing the scales there.

“They’re smooth too. I like them.”

Now it was Janus’ turn to blush, sputtering out some vague semblance of a thank you before turning on his side, ensuring Logan couldn’t see his rapidly reddening face. The change in position also prevented Logan from further touching his scales, and Janus tried to pretend he wasn’t bereft of the experience. Not many people complimented him on his scales, and he had never let anyone go so far as to touch them before, but feeling Logan's skin softly against them felt pleasant in a way he couldn’t describe, much less address.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” Logan said from somewhere behind him, voice tinged with regret.

“You didn’t, it’s just… sensitive, is all,” he lied. Mostly.

“Ah. Apologies.”

“It’s no problem. Goodnight.”

“… goodnight, then.”

Logan didn’t try to hold him again, and Janus tried not to think about how much he wanted him to.

“… Janus?”

Logan's voice echoed in Janus’ ear, pulling him out from the depths of sleep. He blinked his sleep-crusted eyes open groggily, groaning at the brightness of the light seeping in through the curtains.

Turning his head with an aching stiffness in his neck, he found himself face to face with a very flustered Logan. A Logan that was currently wrapped tightly in his arms.

“What happened last night?” he asked him, eyes wide.

Shit. What did happen last night? He was getting ready for bed, then Logan showed up asking for a drink, then…

Ah. Right. That.

“Don’t you remember?” Janus asked, letting a playful smirk make its way across his face. May as well have some fun with this for a moment, after all. “It was definitely an eventful night we had, I’m sure at least some part of it is still fresh in your mind.”

Logan opened his mouth like he was about to say something only to close it again as he wriggled free from where he and Janus had evidently tangled together in the night. He sat up in bed, pulling the blankets up to his chest even though he was wearing a shirt and Janus fought back the urge to laugh. He was surprisingly cute all flustered like this.

“Look, whatever happened between us last night, it didn’t, alright? It didn’t mean anything, and it won’t happen again, so just please leave it alone.”

“Leave which part of it alone? The part where you all but fell into my arms in a drunken stupor, or the part where you let yourself be even more open and emotionally vulnerable than you might even be with yourself?”

“All of it, ideally. Especially the part where we woke up like… this.”

Janus arched an eyebrow. “Is that what you think happened? Some drunken one-night stand fueled by alcohol and repressed feelings?”

Logan squirmed under the teasing scrutiny. “… is that not what happened?”

Janus couldn’t stop himself from smiling. “Not at all. We drank, we talked, and when you could hardly stand let alone walk to your room, I offered you my bed. Nothing else happened between us last night, at least, not like that.”

Some of the tension left Logan at that. “So you’re saying we didn’t… “

“Nope. I may be a horrible person, but I would never take advantage of you like that.”

“… oh. Well, that’s good to hear, I suppose. What did we talk about, exactly?”

Janus felt his smile slip, quickly replaced with a sympathetic look. “We talked about why you were drunk, and why you drink like this so much.”

Logan looked away, the tension from before returning. “I talked about that?”

“Seems like you needed to talk about it. You’ve been dealing with all of that for a while now by the looks of things.”

Logan cringed to himself, still not looking at Janus. “Right. I didn’t mean to bring that up with you. Whatever it is we discussed, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone else.”

“I don’t plan on anyone else knowing, as long as you’ll do something for me.” he said, letting a trace of mischief slip through his voice.

“What is it you want from me now?” Logan asked, tone thick with skepticism.

Janus sat up in his bed, ensuring he was looking Logan head on and that he was looking back at him. He held his gaze, face slack but somber.

“Next time you want to drink, come to me. I’d rather you talk to me about whatever’s bothering you than have you drown yourself in wine again. I swear nothing you say will go beyond this room, but please just go to me instead of the wine.”

Logan fixed him with a deadpan stare. “That’s a bit hypocritical of you, isn’t it? Last I checked, you’re just as inclined to get inebriated if not more so.”

“That’s fair,” he chuckled. “But I drink for fun, not to forget about my problems.”

“… touché.”

Logan gave him a small smile, one that Janus returned.

“I didn’t make a fool of myself, did I?” he eventually asked.

“Not too much, though you were awfully affectionate near the end.”

Logan flushed. “Affectionate?”

“Just a little. You… may have complimented me. You said you liked my scales.”

“Oh. I didn’t mean to- “

“Make me uncomfortable?” Janus teased. “You said the same thing last night. Don’t worry, I don’t mind. It was honestly rather sweet of you to say.”

Logan blushed and looked away again, and Janus let him. It meant he wouldn’t see the blush steadily creeping on his own face.

“I should get dressed, I have work to do.”

“Of course, I should get started on a few things myself.”

Logan quickly shuffled out of bed, Janus doing the same. With a wave of the hand, they were both changed back to their usual garb, and remaining equally flustered.

“I’m going to my room now,” Logan mumbled, still avoiding Janus’ gaze.

“Right, you do that. I’ll talk to you later then.”

Logan gave him a curt nod before walking out the door, closing it softly behind himself. Janus let out a breath, running a hand over his face. Wow, that was awkward.

At least he managed to get a little closer to Logan, right?

If only he knew how to proceed after all of this.

@britt-ish123 @lio-the-chaotic-nonbeanie-weenie @oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat @nico-the-overlord @can-i-take-a-stab @rougeside4 @keitaisghost @new-zee-land

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #logan sanders #janus sanders #sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #my fic

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beanghostprincess · 10 months ago

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Situation: Sanji disobeyed an order from his captain bc he heard a woman’s cry for help and rushed into a trap. Everyone has to go save him bc he’d been knocked out until all is over and they are back on the sunny.

Sanji wakes up and feels miserable for the mistake he did. He’s avoiding everyone and hiding in the kitchen ( the others don’t know yet he’s awake ).

The one to find him there first is Zoro.

And Sanji thinks he’ll get some sort of punishment. Zoro is the one on the ship upholding hierarchy, after all, like he did with Usopp in W7 but Zoro just sits down and waits.

Sanji: So, what will be my punishment?

Zoro:

Sanji: I disobeyed my captain, I know that.

Zoro:

Sanji: But I can’t hold back when I hear a woman in need.

Zoro: We know.

Sanji:

Zoro: Unlike you, I listen to my captain. He said you already feel bad enough about the situation.

Sanji: I do.

Zoro: No punishment, because you already beat up yourself enough about this already.

Sanji: And you can hold yourself back on that, Mosshead?

But Zoro doesn’t respond with an insult. His punishment for Sanji is to not bicker with him. He’s not worth bickering with right now.

And that hits Sanji hard on top of everything else.

This actually fucks me up so bad every time. Because Sanji's need to protect women and refuse to hurt them isn't something he can control. If it was a selfish act because he looks for approval in them or conscious behavior, I'd be complaining too, but he can't help it. It hurts me so bad. And I think it hurts him even more because he genuinely can't do anything about it. He's aware that some girls are evil and some of his decisions regarding women will affect him negatively, but somehow ignoring them ends up haunting him even more than the consequences of his actions after falling into one of their traps. It's so fucked up. We know it's because he follows Zeff's words because that's how his father raised him, but if you add a layer of "his mom and sister were the only ones to help him at a very early age and men have always been the core problem in his life and toxic masculinity torments him while the presence of a woman is extremely comforting" then it hurts even more.

The fact that Zoro doesn't fight him as a punishment is great, and that makes things worse because Sanji could use fighting as self-sabotage too and to punish himself and Zoro isn't letting him do that either. So he can't do anything, quite literally, and he is just left alone to think about what happened. And I!!!!!!! Can't do this!!!!!!! Somebody hug him!!!!!!!! Robin should be the one comforting him. Because I know he acts recklessly when a woman is around and, even if it's not technically his fault and he can't help it, it affects the crew too. But c'mon. A little bit of empathy for the boy at least. I think Robin would be perfect for comforting him (she's mother she be mothering).

#did you all suddenly agree on sending me angsty asks or what #not that i am complaining but damn #this is great btw you broke my heart #one piece #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro

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o-sn4pple · 6 months ago

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I'VE JUST READ BOTH YOUR FURINA FICS AND YOU ARE SO UNDERRATED HELLO????!? you write so well shsndghwgbq

Anyway I'd love to hear more about the whole "us not listening to her" like mentioned in the first one ?? I think it'd be interesting to see how the mischievous reader grows on her and how she decides to keep them around even if she denies it so much

Feel free to ignore just wanted you to know your writing is appreciated first and foremost <3

Furina x gn! Bodyguard!Reader

I guess this would technically take place between part 1 and 2? I really should have thought this out better.

I like to imagine this is really where Reader would grow on Furina, and they'd get along up until Neuvi tries to fire Reader in part 2 but there's still that angst of "they do not love the real me"

Furina can barely feel her fingertips when there is a knock on the door.

"Lady Furina?" you call, voice muffled through the thick wood. "Are you awake?"

Yes. Of course she is. She'd drowned in her dreams, jolted upright in bed to find tears spilling down her face. No matter how desperately she pawed at them, they wouldn't stop.

But the Archon cannot let you know that, so she just clears her throat and says, "I thought I told you to go home already. What are you doing here?"

"Checking on you, my lady?" you answer, a hint of amusement in your voice. The fact that she can almost imagine your cheeky smile unnerves her. "It is my job, after all."

Furina frowns, dragging a hand against her cheek. "Your job ended at seven." It's been your routine for the past few months. You would meet her in the Palais Mermonia at 10:00 (you call her a late riser. She doesn’t know how to explain that it takes her at least two hours to get into character), escort her throughout the day, then return her to her residence at 19:00. "You are aware that we won't be paying you overtime, right?"

"I'm...well aware, my lady, but..." To her surprise, your voice grows clearer, like you're pressing against the door. "But I was at the Fountain of Lucine, and while I was there...I thought I heard you crying. The sound had concerned me, so I..."

Furina's breath hitches, fingers curling against her face. You had...heard her? She shouldn't be surprised. The Fountain of Lucine is where all waters of her nation converge - all of her sorrows dripping down her face would end up there as well. She glances at her clock, then sniffles with surprise. It is nearly midnight. You'd gone out of your way to check on her? Just for that?

She almost wants to dismiss it. It was just the wind! You're imagining things! Rarely have you listened to her, it is only fair that she returns your flippancy with her own, right?

Then she hears something clinking and-“Are you picking the lock on my door?!”

The clicking stops.

“...no?”

Furina starts to sputter and gasp, confusion and offense at the sheer audacity of your lie propelling her out of bed. She storms towards the door, nearly throwing it open before she catches her reflection in the nearby vanity, her plain nightgown and red, puffy eyes. She can’t let you see her like this. She can’t let you see the truth.

So she loosens her grip on the doorknob and sighs, thumping her head against the door. “What are you doing here? Really?”

The door shifts against her head. From the rustling, she imagines you’re leaning against it.

“I already told you,” you say. “I wanted to check on you.”

Furina grits her teeth, more frustrated at herself than anything. You sound nothing but earnest. “Well, I’m perfectly fine. Now go home.”

There’s a lengthy pause. She almost assumes that you’ve left with how quiet it becomes, but then there’s a quiet shuffle. Your shadow moves under the slot of the door, voice far closer than she expects. “My lady…”

And Furina hates that she can imagine your face as easily as her own reflection. You’re probably furrowing your brow, lips pursed with concentration. It’s not often she catches you looking like that. The last time she did, you were repairing your claymore while waiting for her to finish lunch, and she stared for so long her coffee went cold.

Sometimes, she forgets that you are as observant as you are infuriating. Had it not been for your cleverness, she’s sure she would have dragged you into even worse trouble than she already has. But that is not a good thing. Not now, when she is trying her best to hide the tremor in her voice.

Just as she opens her mouth to order you to go home, you say, “Do you want to hear this awful joke I heard once?”

Furina blinks. “Huh?”

“So,” you say, apparently taking that as a sign to continue, “there was this woman who saw her neighbor digging in her dried up garden. Mad, she yelled for the Gardes to arrest him. So they did, and they dragged the man away. The next day, when the woman came back, she found him there again, this time with bricks and stones!”

“I-What?” Furina frowns and glares at the door. “Where are you going with this?

“Hush, my lady, the joke is still going,” you chide, no doubt smiling. “So, this time, the woman calls for the Gardes and makes sure he’s dragged away. A week later, when she comes back from work, there he is again, and this time, the Gardes are with him!”

“No doubt ready to arrest him already.”

“Ah, not quite. You see, when the woman gets close, she finds this awful, hideous cobblestone thing drowning her garden,” you say. “‘Oh, he’s ruined my plants!’ she cries. ‘Why would you let him do this?!’ And the neighbor just balks and says, ‘Your plants needed some water. I swear, I only meant well!’”

…Furina stares at the door. Whatever storm that had been brewing in her chest goes deathly still.

You look surprised when she throws open the door. She almost returns the gesture. The humidity of Fontaine’s summer leaves you in just a tank top and trousers, your uniform jacket lazily slung over your shoulders and exposing a litany of scars across your chest. It’s the most unprofessional she’s ever seen you, all mussed like this, but it’s not enough to dissuade her.

“You…” Furina raises her fists. You flinch, then outright yelp when she starts pounding your shoulders. “That was awful! Terrible! You deserve to be sent to the Fortress of Meropide for that!”

“W-What?” you sputter, a toothy grin blooming despite your efforts to block her blows. “I thought it was hilarious.”

“Of course you would,” Furina scoffs and swats you over the head when you duck. “You’re so - so childish!”

“Ah, but you listened to the entire thing,” you counter. “So who is the child here?”

“You!”

Your laughter erupts out of you like a broken pipe at the Opera Epiclese, flooding the empty building with noise. “I suppose you’re right,” you finally admit, wiping a mirthful tear away. “Still, it would have been worse if you didn’t react at all.”

React? Furina’s nose wrinkles before she bristles. You’d gone through that entire joke just to make sure she was okay. You ignored her orders, expecting her to attack you for such a terrible joke and were perfectly fine with it because that meant that the Furina you knew was okay.

A giggle escapes her, equal parts exhausted and amused. When your eyes go wide, it only makes her giggles worse. “Y-You,” Furina manages between breaths, “are ridiculous.”

The smile you give her is exactly how she imagined it. “So long as it makes you happy, my lady.”

Deep within her chest, Furina feels something stir. It is barely enough to combat that sinking pressure that had been there hours before, but it is enough to tempt her into thanking you. Perhaps you are not as insufferable as she imagines. After all, you could have just stayed at home after hearing her sobs in the Fountain. Although, now that she’s thinking about it…

“What were you doing at the Fountain of Lucine at this hour?” she asks. “Your apartment is in the Vasari Passage, isn’t it?”

“Ah…” You massage your neck, almost sheepish when you say, “Does it surprise you that I pray to the Fountain every now and then, Lady Furina?”

“You? Pious?” Furina lets out a short laugh, arms crossed. “You should have just told me that, rather than that terrible pun.”

“As much as I enjoy your laughter, Lady Furina,” you say, “I’m being entirely honest.”

Again, such earnesty. The (false) Archon eyes your face, searching for some kind of teasing smile, only to focus on your eyes. They look sunken and red, puffy with exhaustion.

Furina’s brows furrow as she drops her arms to her side. “What…were you praying for?” At your surprised face, she quickly throws out, “I have thousands of mortals praying to me every hour. I can’t exactly distinguish who is who by voice and wish alone.” Not to mention that she can’t actually hear them through the water. There is a reason why she allows Fontainians to meet with her face-to-face in her office, why she forced Neuvillette to allow her subjects to send her letters.

The crease in your brow does not smoothe out, but you still sigh, “Just…a good night’s rest.” After a moment, you crack a smile. “And perhaps a raise.”

Furina bristles, hand raised to smack you. The momentum peeters out when you duck your head to yawn, and she ends up landing in your hair instead. You don’t seem bothered by it. In fact, when she twitches her fingers to massage your roots, you let out the tiniest huff of laughter she’s ever heard. With each gentle stroke, the tension begins to leak from your body, and she finds herself smiling.

“Is this your method of blessing me?” you tease.

Her smile drops in a blink. “Would you rather I knock you unconscious instead?” She moves to pull away, only for you to lean into her palm.

“No, no. To have your hands upon me is quite the blessing.” It sounds scandalous, but from the way you begin to sway on your feet, Furina thinks you’d only said it out of instinct. You genuinely seem tired. Has she really been running you so ragged? “Still, I am meant to serve you, not abuse my position by asking you directly for help. Is…” Your head tilts, eyes cloudy with sleep and apprehension. “Is this alright?”

A lump catches in Furina’s throat. She doesn’t think you’ve ever looked so hesitant before. Any time you’d been with her, you’d have that same insufferable smile on your face. The only time it ever left your face was when you must have thought she wasn’t paying attention and…now. Is this the real you, outside of your usual hours as her bodyguard?

Furina swallows at that thought, stilling the torrent surging through her chest. If that is the case, that the real you truly believed in the Hydro Archon and prayed to her in times of stress, then she cannot disappoint you. “I may not be as versed at manipulating dreams as my fellow Archons,” she says, “but I can adjust your schedule. Take tomorrow off, if you must. Do not strain yourself for my sake.”

You let out a sleepy hum and shut your eyes. “To be without you would only make things worse.”

Furina nearly misses it with how quietly you say it, but she doesn’t, and she nearly rips her hand away in shock. The real you said that. The real you wants to be with her. That’s not right, she thinks despite the hammering in her chest. You would never-

You stiffen, as if just now processing your own words. “I-Ahem.” With a quiet cough, you extract yourself from Furina’s touch, head bowed. “That was…inappropriate of me, Lady Furina. Forgive me.”

Furina almost wants to scream. If you recognized it was wrong and apologized for it, that meant it was something you wouldn’t have normally let out, which meant-

“It’s fine!” she shouts, only to clamp her hands over her mouth. “I mean,” she continues when you look up in surprise, “of course it would make things worse. I am your Archon.”

Your brows twitch, and the smile that you give her feels off. “Of course, my Archon.” With that, you finally wave your hand and step out of reach, gracing Furina with another bow. “I will see you in the morning. Good night.”

Then you are off, taking that stirring warmth in her chest along with it. Furina’s throat burns as she shuts the door to her room, hand curling over her heart. Its rapid pulse has only gotten worse, but she cannot tell what for. All she knows is that your smile had looked all too similar to the one you give her during the day, and that she feels like she’d said something wrong.

#genshin impact #genshin furina x reader #snapple drabbles #does reader love furina or just her fake persona as ths archon?#does furina love the reader or just the undying loyalty that they give to her fake self?#who knows #they should just fuck

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