#mmm who would be whose parents ?

[ashoss]

Pjo au where all the kids are demigods and Bruce is just so tired of the monsters that come to the manor

asjkh clearsighted/legacy bruce with a bunch of shithead little demigods oml

the manor would 100% be stocked up on nectar and ambrosia and also would be a safeplace for other demigods around gotham. there are so many celestial bronze and imperial gold weapons in the cave and some hidden around the manor itself (u never know)

[ms-snape]

Snape x reader where she's pregnant and he thinks she's cheated but ofc she hasn't and he apologieses. Lots of angst but fluffy ending where they both cry about the fact that they will be becoming parents

Title: How Could You

Warning: Angst, Fluff ending

Words Count: 2600+

Masterlist

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The chilly October air whistled through the cracks of Hogwarts Castle, making the dimly lit corridors seem even more unwelcoming. Y/n stood alone in the Herbology greenhouse, her hands gently resting on her stomach as she stared out into the stormy night. She had rehearsed this moment countless times in her head, wondering how Severus would react when she told him the news—news that was supposed to bring them joy. Yet now, a knot of anxiety tightened in her chest.

She and Severus had been through so much together. The first wizarding war, the losses, the weight of their responsibilities—each had left a mark on their souls. But this? This was supposed to be the start of something new, a future free from darkness. And yet, as the time approached to tell him, doubt gnawed at her resolve. She wondered if Severus would accept this new life they had created or if the years of bitterness and mistrust would cloud his judgment. She feared the latter.

That night, as she entered their quarters, she found Severus hunched over his desk, his long fingers dancing across the parchment as he graded essays. The warm glow of the fireplace cast long shadows across the room, flickering over his face. He glanced up when she entered, his dark eyes meeting hers briefly before returning to his work.

“Severus,” she began softly, standing by the fire and warming her chilled hands. She wasn’t sure how to approach the subject without overwhelming him.

“Mmm?” he grunted, barely acknowledging her presence. He seemed distracted, irritated even.

She bit her lip. “There’s something I need to tell you,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. The fire crackled in the silence that followed.

Severus set down his quill and folded his hands, his expression unreadable as he turned to her. “What is it?” he asked, his tone clipped.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to meet his gaze. “I’m pregnant, Severus. We’re going to have a child.”

For a moment, the room was suspended in silence. His eyes widened ever so slightly, shock flashing across his features, but it quickly disappeared, replaced by something cold, something dangerous.

"Pregnant?" His voice was quiet, dangerously calm. "And whose child would this be?"

Y/n felt as though the floor had been ripped out from beneath her. Her stomach dropped, and her hands instinctively moved to her belly as if to protect the child from the venom in his words.

“What… what do you mean?” she stammered, her heart racing.

Severus stood up, the chair scraping against the floor as he loomed over her. His expression was dark, his face twisted in suspicion and anger. “You’ve barely spent time with me for the last few months,” he spat. “You expect me to believe that this child is mine? Or is it someone else’s—someone who’s been giving you attention that I apparently have not given you?”

Y/n’s mouth went dry. The implications of his words struck her like a physical blow. “How can you say that? Of course, this is your child!”

He sneered, pacing back and forth in front of her, the shadows casting him in an almost sinister light. "Perhaps it's Lockhart's," he said bitterly, the name dripping with disdain. “He always seems to enjoy your company in the staff room. Smiling, flirting.”

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Severus, the man she loved, the man who had always been cautious with his emotions, was accusing her of the unthinkable. Her heart ached with disbelief, with pain.

"How dare you?" she whispered, her voice breaking. Tears welled in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. "I have never been unfaithful to you. This child is yours, Severus. How could you doubt me like this?"

Severus turned his back to her, his hands gripping the edges of his desk. His shoulders were tense, his breathing shallow. "You've given me every reason to doubt," he hissed, his voice shaking with barely contained rage. “I’m not blind. I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

Y/n’s heart shattered at his words. The weight of his mistrust was unbearable. “I can’t believe you think so little of me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I thought we were stronger than this.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The tension between them was suffocating. Severus remained silent, his back still turned to her. His coldness was more painful than any words he could have spoken.

Unable to stand the sight of him any longer, Y/n turned and left the room, her heart pounding in her chest as she rushed through the castle corridors. Tears blurred her vision, but she didn’t stop until she reached the sanctuary of her private office in the greenhouses. Once there, she collapsed into a chair, her body trembling as sobs wracked her frame.

The following days passed in a blur of misery. Y/n avoided Severus as much as possible, retreating into her work and isolating herself from the rest of the staff. Her energy waned, her appetite disappeared, and dark circles formed under her eyes as sleepless nights took their toll. She was a shadow of herself, and even her students began to notice the change.

It was Minerva McGonagall who finally intervened. The older woman had always been perceptive, and when Y/n dragged herself into the staffroom one evening, pale and withdrawn, Minerva couldn’t help but notice.

“Y/n, dear,” Minerva said gently, placing a hand on her arm. “You don’t look well. Is everything alright?”

Y/n forced a weak smile, though her voice betrayed her exhaustion. “I’m fine, Minerva. Just… tired.”

But Minerva wasn’t fooled. She guided Y/n to sit down, her eyes filled with concern. “This is more than just tiredness. You’ve been avoiding everyone, even Severus. What’s going on?”

At the mention of Severus, the fragile dam holding back Y/n’s emotions cracked, and before she could stop herself, the tears began to fall. She covered her face with her hands, unable to speak through the sobs that overtook her.

Minerva’s heart softened, and she pulled Y/n into a comforting embrace. “It’s alright, dear. You can tell me.”

Y/n clung to her, the weight of the past few days finally spilling out in broken words. “He thinks… he thinks I cheated,” she managed between sobs. “He doesn’t believe… the baby’s his.”

Minerva’s eyes darkened with anger, and her lips pressed into a thin line. “That man,” she muttered under her breath. “I should’ve known something was wrong.”

Pulling back, she looked Y/n in the eyes and spoke firmly. “You need to take care of yourself, Y/n. Not just for your sake, but for the baby’s. Go to your quarters and rest. I will speak to Severus.”

“But—” Y/n began to protest, but Minerva wouldn’t hear it.

“No buts,” she said sternly. “You need rest. Now go.”

Reluctantly, Y/n nodded, too drained to argue. She made her way back to her quarters, her body aching with exhaustion, and collapsed onto the bed. Sleep claimed her almost instantly.

Meanwhile, Minerva stormed through the dungeons, her robes billowing behind her as she made her way to Severus’s office. She didn’t bother knocking, pushing the door open with enough force to startle him from his desk.

“Minerva,” Severus began, but she cut him off with a glare that could have frozen flames.

“Do not ‘Minerva’ me,” she snapped, her voice icy with anger. “I’ve just spoken to Y/n, and I cannot believe what I’ve heard.”

Severus stiffened, his eyes narrowing. “If you’ve come to lecture me—”

“Oh, I’ve come to do far more than lecture you, Severus Snape,” she said, her voice rising. “How dare you accuse your wife—your pregnant wife—of infidelity? How dare you doubt her loyalty after everything she’s done for you?”

Severus stood, his expression defensive. “You don’t understand—”

“I understand perfectly well,” Minerva interrupted. “You’ve let your insecurities and paranoia cloud your judgment, and now you’ve broken her heart.”

Her words hit him like a physical blow. He looked away, his jaw tightening as guilt gnawed at him. “I… I didn’t mean to—”

“Didn’t mean to?” Minerva scoffed. “You’ve done enough damage with your thoughtless words. She’s devastated, Severus. You need to make this right.”

For a moment, Severus said nothing, the weight of his actions settling heavily on his shoulders. When he finally spoke, his voice was barely a whisper. “What should I do?”

Minerva’s gaze softened, though her tone remained firm. “Go to her. Apologize. And for Merlin’s sake, show her that you love her.”

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Severus found Y/n lying in bed, her back to him, her breathing slow and steady. He stood in the doorway for a long moment, unsure of how to approach her. The guilt he had buried over the past few days rose to the surface, and for the first time, he allowed himself to truly see what he had done.

He knelt beside the bed, his heart aching as he gently touched her shoulder. “Y/n,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion.

She stirred, blinking groggily as she turned to face him. Hergaze met his, and for a moment, they simply stared at one another in silence. Her eyes were swollen from crying, her cheeks pale and hollow from days of stress and exhaustion. Seeing her like this—so broken, so fragile—made Severus’s chest tighten with shame.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, as though he feared the words would shatter the moment. “I’m so sorry.”

Y/n’s expression didn’t soften. She sat up slowly, clutching the blankets around her. “Sorry for what, Severus?” she asked quietly, her voice thick with emotion. “Sorry for doubting me? Sorry for accusing me of something so awful? Or sorry because you realized you were wrong?”

Severus swallowed hard, his throat constricting as he searched for the right words. He had always been a man of few sentiments, preferring silence to vulnerability, but this moment demanded more. It demanded that he expose his fears, his insecurities, and that was terrifying.

“I… I let my fears get the best of me,” he began, his gaze dropping to the floor. “I’ve never been good at trusting people, and I’ve… I’ve never had much reason to believe in happiness. When you told me about the child… I panicked.”

Y/n shook her head, tears filling her eyes once more. “Panicked?” she echoed, her voice quivering. “You didn’t panic, Severus. You accused me of betraying you. You accused me of carrying someone else’s child. You didn’t even give me a chance to explain, you just… shut me out.”

“I know,” he whispered, his own voice breaking as he knelt by the bed. “I know. I was wrong. I let my insecurities poison my mind, and I hurt you in ways I can never take back.” He reached out, but hesitated, unsure if she’d accept his touch.

Her silence was deafening. The weight of her heartbreak lingered in the air between them, thick and suffocating. Severus closed his eyes, unable to bear the sight of her pain any longer.

“I’ve spent most of my life in darkness,” he continued, his voice raw with emotion. “And you… you were the light that saved me from it. But I’ve never believed I deserved that light. I’ve always thought it would slip through my fingers eventually, like everything else I’ve cared about. When you told me you were pregnant, all I could think about was how I didn’t deserve it. How I didn’t deserve you.”

Y/n’s breath hitched, and she looked away, her hands trembling in her lap. She wasn’t ready to forgive him, not yet. But hearing him speak this way, hearing him admit his vulnerabilities—it chipped away at the wall of resentment that had built up over the past few days.

“I never cheated on you,” she said quietly, her voice steady despite the emotions roiling inside her. “I never even thought about it. I love you, Severus. I’ve always loved you. And I thought you knew that.”

Severus nodded, guilt tightening in his chest like a vice. “I know. I should’ve known.”

The silence between them stretched again, but this time it wasn’t quite as suffocating. It felt like the beginning of something fragile, something that could be mended if they were both willing to try.

“I don’t know if I can ever forget what you said,” Y/n admitted, her voice barely a whisper. “But… I want to try.”

Severus’s breath caught in his throat. His dark eyes, once cold and guarded, softened with relief. He reached out again, this time taking her hand in his. His touch was tentative, as though afraid she might pull away, but when she didn’t, a glimmer of hope flickered in his heart.

“I will spend the rest of my life trying to make this right,” he promised, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know how to be a father, Y/n. I don’t know how to love properly, or how to protect the people I care about without pushing them away. But I want to learn. I want to be better—for you, for our child.”

Y/n stared at him for a long moment, her heart torn between the pain he had caused and the love she still felt for him. Slowly, she brought his hand to her stomach, resting it gently against the small swell there.

“This is your child, Severus,” she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. “Our child.”

Severus’s breath hitched, and he closed his eyes as he felt the warmth beneath his hand, the life growing inside her. It was real. This was real. And he had almost destroyed it with his own insecurities.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again, tears brimming in his eyes as he knelt before her. “I’m so sorry.”

For the first time in days, Y/n allowed herself to truly look at him—the man she loved, the man who had saved her in so many ways, but who was also deeply flawed and scarred by his past. She could see the pain in his eyes, the regret etched into every line of his face. And though her heart still ached, she knew that healing was possible.

With a shaky breath, she leaned forward, pressing her forehead against his. “We’re going to be parents,” she whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks.

Severus let out a ragged breath, and before he could stop them, tears of his own began to fall. He hadn’t cried in years—decades, even—but in that moment, the weight of everything he had almost lost, everything he had taken for granted, came crashing down on him.

“I know,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “And I will never doubt you again. I swear it.”

Y/n wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close as they both cried—tears of relief, of sorrow, and of hope for the future that lay before them. They stayed like that for what felt like hours, wrapped in each other’s arms, holding on to the fragile thread of their love.

And for the first time in days, Y/n felt a glimmer of peace. It wouldn’t be easy—there would be more arguments, more misunderstandings, and more moments of doubt. But they had each other, and now they had something more.

A family.

And that, Y/n realized, was enough.

The next morning, as the sunlight filtered through the windows, Y/n awoke to find Severus still beside her, his arms wrapped protectively around her. For the first time in days, she felt the tension in her chest loosen. The road ahead was uncertain, but together, they could face it.

And as Severus stirred beside her, his hand instinctively resting on her stomach, Y/n smiled softly to herself.

This was the beginning of something beautiful.

[loluzzz]

Dad Bestfriend Hiromi Higuruma Headcannons

A/N : first time writing + it’s 12am. hopefully u enjoy and if not lmk what i can do better :p

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who always likes to check in on you to make sure you’re okay. He’s always there to listen whenever you need to talk. Sometimes you ramble for hours and when you try to apologize he responds with “It’s okay honey. That’s what I’m here for.”

Dads Bestfriend Hiromi who always seems recharged once he’s around you. In a way you were both similar since you were both stressed out all the time. Having each other to lean back on has help create such a strong relationship between you two.

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who always teases you about your looks and how gorgeous you are.

- “Look at you pretty girl”

- “I bet all the boys at uni are just all over you”

- “You look stunning”

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who gets slightly jealous whenever you mention a boys name around him. He plays it cool but will begin to ask questions. What are they like? Do they work? Are they a good influence? You always dismissed her concerns as just being protective over his bestfriend’s little girl.

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who’s more attentive to your needs than your actual father. Need a shoulder to cry on? He’s there. Struggling in a class? Hiromi is willing to tutor you for free. Need a ride? doesn’t matter how far, he’ll be there.

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who enjoys spoiling you. Whether it’s for a special occasion such as your birthday or something as small as aceing exam, he’ll make sure to gift you something. Whether it was something small like your favorite flowers or even grand gesture such as expensive jewelry.

!!! NSFW AFTER THE CUT !!!

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who is awfully playful around you as a way to get you to touch him. He’ll sometimes snatch for your phone, book or drink away from you in an attempt for you to climb on his body to retrieve it back. The way your small hands grabbed his big arms or the way you’d occasionally sit on top of him in order to grab your stuff back turned him on.

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who likes to have you grind on his lap whenever your parents weren’t around. Helping you both relieve some sexual tension between you guys. You desperately rub your panties against his bulge on his black slacks. He grins onto your hips making sure to keep you balanced on top of him.

“Keep going. You’re so needy today pretty girl…” He whispered softly into your ear.

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi whose love language is physical touch. He would sometime sneak in a few touches on your body. Rubbing and holding your inner thigh as he drives you home after he offers to pick you up from uni for your dad. It was just an excuse to have some alone time with you. Some days he tries to go further and rubs your clothed pussy under your skirt. He makes sure to ask before her moved them to the side to finger you. All while he’s still driving you home, making sure you get home safely.

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who would enjoy edging himself to your pictures. He made a secret account just to stalk your instagram. All those seemingly innocent pictures of you, after the gym stories, and simple selfies of your face drove him insane. Just thinking what your moans would sound like. He rubs his bulge through his boxers while looking at a full body picture of you.

“Mmmm~ Just one chance y/n please~ Mmph~ Just let me cum inside youuu~”

“So desperate h-huh pretty girl? Fuck- mmmm~”

“Bet you’re so tight and warm. Just squeezing my cock~”

“Such a perfect little body~ mmm~”

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who finally gets the chance to sleep with you makes sure not to mess up. He’s entirely focused on your pleasure before his. Making sure to flick his tongue all around your wet pussy. Eating you out just the way you like while his nose tickles your clit. You could tell he enjoyed this just as much as you did. You could cum from this alone. He was so gentle with you, making sure not to be too rough or mean to your body.

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi whimpering mess once he finally inserts his veiny cock inside you making such lewd noises each thrust. While in missionary, he holds onto your waist but makes sure not to grab you too rough. The tip of his cock just kissing your cervix.

“Just as how I imagined~”

“Mmm~ You feel so good~ It feels good for you to right my pretty girl~?”

“Yes baby~ Just wrap yourself around my cock~”

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who makes sure to cum deep inside you, not letting a drop escape from your puffy cunt. He hugged you tight once you both finish.

Dad’s Bestfriend Hiromi who makes sure to hold onto you tightly as apart of aftercare.

“You did so well baby~”

“Such a pretty girl. You’re okay. Rest on me okay?”

“I’m here for you baby. Want me to rub your little body? You must be so sore.”

He always prioritizes your wellbeing over his. He continues to comfort you and hold you until you fall asleep. That’s when he finally falls asleep after you. Still holding you close to his chest.

[loremaster]

i went crazy (as i am known to do) and drew BOTH of each daily prompt for @raincodeshipweek! nothing past PG-13 here. double check the tags for ships below - or if you want to be surprised, jump in and see them all here:

Hurt/Comfort - Clockmare - I remember a while ago @pixelatedraindrops did a poll over which of the two to draw sick in bed… Halara's cat allergies won out, but I thought the opposite scenario of Fubuki needing recovery from overusing her rewind powers was cute too! This is a very cute ship that needs more love!

Healing - Kokolight - This is *THE* ship that's all about healing. (Emotional healing at least.) Yuma learns a lot from Vivia about how to embrace the uncomfortable parts of life… and Vivia learns a lot from Yuma about how not to let that diminish your spark. Plus, by the end, they understand what each other’s been through more than any other characters... almost. Also, dat height difference. Good shit.

Dancing - Aetheria trio - Similar bonding over shared grief here! But this time there's three of them! Big 3 of Cups energy. It's a shame we never really got to see much genuine interaction between Yoshiko, Waruna, and Kurane during the game's story… but sometimes the most fun parts are what we get to imagine for ourselves, hmm? Anyway, yeah. These three are bonded for life. (Too bad it wasn't a very long one...)

Domesticity - Viviakou - There's nothing funnier than two guys with opposite behaviors. Vivia wedges himself into the crack between the bed and the wall as far as he can. Yakou spreads out and takes up more room than the bed even has. Plus, he snores. Disasters, both of them. …I was going to try and come up with another ship for this prompt, since - spoilers - there'll be more Viviakou later on... but I thought of this image and laughed hard enough I couldn't not draw it!

Sun/Rain - Yakou/Amaterasu Researcher. - One of the happiest moments of Yakou's life was when his wife got him a boat for his birthday. A whole boat!!! A portable office! Never had he felt so loved before. …Never has the sun shone that brightly again. He hates the rain.

Stars - Clockbolt - Fubuki is staring out wistfully at the rain clouds, lamenting that she cannot see her star - the one her parents bought for her. But luckily - “Don't worry, Princess, I'll be your star…!” says Desuhiko. Bolder, brighter, and much, much closer than her faraway prize…Yeah, I think Fubuki would eat that up. This is a fun ship. I like that Desuhiko - against all odds - treats Fubuki like a person. And ironically I think that would make her like him more!!

Flowers - Furroughs - What else could I have drawn for 'flowers,' honestly? It's a cheap bouquet of Black-Eyed Susans! I can't see this as a healthy relationship, honestly, but that's what makes it fun! Imagining them as childhood friends who used to be really close but grew apart in adulthood strikes just the right chord of melancholy with me. Even more heartbreaking if you see them both as trans - imagine Yakou's so excited to have a friend like him, and then as soon as Seth transitions he's like "you don't know me. never speak to me again." Mmm, I do so love to put Yakou through the wringer.

Memories - Yumagami - Sometimes you don't know what you've got until it's gone. I imagine Yuma goes through phantom pains after their pact gets broken, not knowing whose laughter keeps ringing through his ears, what's up with that tingly spot on his cheek, or why he can't look at a barrel without his face feeling hot. (Though, he's probably astute enough to put together the clues...)

First Times - Viviakou - The first time Yakou heard Vivia say that catchphrase, it didn't feel very good.

Final Moments - Viviakou - ...The last time didn't feel very good either.

Swap - Vivia/Amaterasu Researcher - Okay, hear me out. If Yakou had managed to run up that hill, make a deal with Kodaka, and get him to swap their places - that is, he dies while his wife survives and becomes Chief of the Nocturnal Detective Agency - I think Vivia would think the same of Mrs. Furio that he did of Mr. Furio (that is, helplessly smitten). EXTREMELY underrated. Please ship this with me.

Alternate Universe - Zilara - My personal pet rarepair!!! Alas, our two confident creature-lovers have been kept from each other by the cruel hands of fate. So, I cope by drawing them getting fancy little drinks together. This is an homage to Boba AU, of course, but honestly, while drawing this, I was picturing them as students at the local prestigious college campus. Maybe they're members of frat Alpha Beta Omega or something.

Past/Future - Makoyuma - This one's more of a concept/pitch than a fully explored scene, but hear me out: time travel AU. What if Yuma meets a mysterious masked stranger who turns out to be a tech-savvy time traveler from a destroyed future... but then also turns out to be himself, somehow? How is there someone who looks exactly like him, 5000 years from now? What's the connection between Yuma and Makoto? And why are they so drawn to each other?

...The last prompt for the official Ship Week is a free day - so I'm going to take the day off! Though, there are a lot of other ships I lament not shouting out here - Kokobolt, Kokomare, Twimare, Fubugami, just to name a few!!! But I'm gonna give myself a break for now. Don't worry, you'll see more art from me soon - maybe even print versions of this, and some of my other Rain Code fanart. And if there's a specific ship or scenario you really can't wait to see... my commissions are open! ;D

[starsarestories]

PART TWO - My opinions on who would take whose last name (Marauders era edition):

Marylily - They would absolutely hyphenate their names, but they would argue whose name goes first (Mary wants it to be Lily's so she can shorten it to Mary Evans, and Lily wants the opposite so she can shorten her name to Lily Macdonald). They end up settling on Lily Macdonald-Evans and Mary Evans-Macdonald.

Ravenrock - They would take Peter's last name because his parents don't want the name to die out. So, they would be Peter Pettigrew and Benji Pettigrew.

Marylene - They would hyphenate their names, McKinnon first because it means something in the wizarding world and can prove to be an advantage at times. They would choose both names so their initials are 'MMM'.

Jily - Lily would argue that she wants to keep her last name, as she had no brothers to keep the 'Evans' name going, nor any cousins. However, eventually she would give into the desire to be 'Lily Potter' and would take James' surname.

Bartylus - They would argue over whose name to take because Regulus wants the Black name to die out, and Barty wants to get rid of the burden of the name 'Crouch' as soon as possible. They would argue so much about it and in the end take each other's last names. Regulus Crouch and Bartemius Black.

Xenodora - We all know that Pandora takes Lovegood because it is the prettiest name ever (also, she wanted to drop the Rosier name).

[whataboutsimple]

Successor of the Order Of The Stone.

Idk idc abt the mistakes or whatever. I promised once to post one shot that I had abt Gabriel being a baby, so here ya go

︎ «Come on little one, a spoon for paaapa, a spoon for maaama» — still so young Architect made futile attempts to feed the charming baby whom he and his friends found after the Great Fire in the North of the Mainland.

︎ «Aahah, if by 'papa' you mean yourself, then it's not a surprise lil one won't eat. I wouldn't want such a father either.» — Griefer began, simultaneously taking a can of coffee from the top shelf — «If to have a dad, than someone like me, right?» — putting a can of coffee on the table, the Rogue bent over the baby, starting to make funny faces, from which Gabriel laughed joyfully, glowing like a ray of sunshine.

︎ «I assure you, you are the last person in this room who is suitable for the role of a father.» — muttered the Potion Master, slowly entering the kitchen. The sleepless nights spent making potions were clearly not good for him.

︎ «Oh, come on, who else? This mumbling mess? Or maybe even you? Yeah, if you were my father, I would have rushed from the roof a long time ago.» — suddenly Griefer turned an angry look at the Potion Maker, while gently holding the baby by the hand that clung to him for no reason.

︎ «Mmm, yeah? It's strange, last night you weren't afraid to call me 'daddy'» — hmm, well, maybe Ivor didn't get enough sleep not because of the potions.

︎ Magnus sucked in a lungful of air, blushing horribly and throwing daggers at the dark-haired man with just one look. The Architect only chuckled softly, continuing to try to persuade little Gabriel to eat.

︎ «You're all just a bunch of dummies without parental skills» — almost following the Potion Master, Engineer also entered the kitchen, quickly passing by the man and trying to brew herself coffee that Magnus had previously left — «By the way, I would advise you to spread somethin' healing on your back. That big blond kid marked it all over.» — a teasing grin spread across the woman's lips.

︎ «Oh my NOTCH! Maybe that's enough already?!» — with a face almost as red as the redstone block, the Rogue sat down next to the baby with displeasure, covering the face with his hands. Little Gabriel carefully wrapped his arms around the elder's hand, eventually completely refusing to eat. The pain on Soren's face simply cannot be expressed in words.

︎ «Yeah, yeah. While you were figuring out who's whose daddy, I walked through the nearest villages around the fire site» — Ellie pulled out a bottle of baby formula from her inventory, went up to Gabriel and handed it to him, to which the child happily giggled and began to devour the food — «So I have two pieces of news: good and bad.»

︎ Soren, who wasn't even listening to what the Engineer was saying, just looked at the child with disbelief, not understanding why HIS food didn't please him and why all of a sudden he accepted everything perfectly from Ellegaard? It hurts, Gabriel. It really, really hurts.

︎ «The bad one first,» — said the Potion Master, finally starting to make coffee for the others. At least someone started it.

︎ «In general, I didn't find his parents. Even if there were some refugees from the fire in the villages, no one recognized him as their child. So either the parents have gone somewhere even further and we will have to expand the search, or they... well.. Ahem, they died.» — at the same moment, Ellie awkwardly looked away, scratching her head. She remembered perfectly well that Ivor's brother is dead, and she really hoped that this would not cause him to have a share of memories.

︎ «And what's a good one then?» — Potion Master was distracted from making coffee for a second, glancing at the Engineer.

︎ «Orphanage in Newriver has agreed to take him in if we won't find his parents!» — the woman sighed with relief, knowing that the baby will have someone to take care of him.

︎ This news immediately attracted the attention of not only Ivor, but also Soren and Magnus.

︎ «Uhm.. well, why would he go to an orphanage? He has us! We can take care of him, right, little one?» — like Soren's previous attempts at contact, this one was ignored by the child.

︎ «He says the truth, why does he need some kind of shelter there if he can stay with us?» — Magnus somehow looked at the woman unkindly, starting to bite his pale lips.

︎ «Notch, guys, do you understand, we wanted to be heroes, not babysitters for some child! We just won't have time to keep an eye on him! Besides, hardly any of us are educated enough to be a good parent. For the sake of a Earth, Ivor, at least you tell them.» — Ellie looked at her younger friend with pleading eyes.

︎ «Ellegaard.. think yourself, firstly he lost his parents, now us? He just got attached and if we leave him now, it can cause a huge trauma.» — the Potion Master sighed awkwardly, looking away from the Architect and the Griefer with an embarrassed look. Maybe, just maybe, he got attached to the kid too.

︎ «My God, guys, think about it! If we're stuck on adventures for weeks, who's going to keep an eye on the boy? Not to mention his upbringing.» — the Engineer raised her hands in displeasure, trying to somehow reason with her friends.

︎ «C'mon, Ell, we can have shifts or whatever. As a last resort: we're heroes, we have a lot of different jewelry, can't we afford to hire a babysitter for a couple of days? In addition,» — suddenly the Architect stood up, taking the baby in his arms and quickly bringing him to the woman — «Just look at him.»

︎ As if on command, the child depicted one of his sweetest puppy looks, and not only that, the Architect looked at Ellie on his own, as if a very upset puppy.

︎ Still, it's unclear whose look convinced her more: the boy's or a friend's, but one thing is known for sure - she couldn't resist it — «Oh my God, fine, fine! We're having him! But at puberty, don't even dare to ask me for help, figure it out yourself!»

︎ «Aaw, lil Ellie looooves him~» — Magnus made his most loving little face, trying to mock the Engineer. Ivor rolled his eyes and turned away, trying to hide the slight grin of joy that threatened to appear on his lips.

︎ The architect smiled with all his teeth, already imagining how he would teach the Young Hero to built. Just think! After all, the boy can officially become their legal successor and continue the work of the entire Order of the Stone! How exciting.

︎ «Magnus, I swear, one more word from you and this delicious coffee Ivor made will end up in your pants.» — she hissed angrily, feeling her face getting hot.

︎︎ That's how the story of the Gabriel the Warrior, successor of the Order of the Stone, began.

[pbaz7]

Yayyyy part 2 and I’m guessing ur gonna do some cute fluffy sexual content aw

Ridiculous or thoughtful? Pick one," Paige said, leaning down to offer her hand like she was escorting royalty.

- she is a princess after all

Paige ignored her, gently helping Azzi step out of the car. “You are literally carrying the most precious cargo in the world. If I don’t protect you, what kind of wife would I be?”

- so protective awwww

And if I let you walk on your own, and you trip over one of those cracks in the concrete, whose fault would it be?”

- no one let Paige read a birthing complications book she will go insane and start tweaking

Paige’s grin softened, her blue eyes sparkling as she leaned in to kiss Azzi’s temple. “I know. And I’m never gonna stop being over-the-top about you.”

- AWWWW

How’s the baby daddy?

- no one say this to Paige she’s gonna get a complex

- Paige prolly believes she got her pregnant herself

Paige grinned. “One of each won’t hurt you.”

- is she feeding her wife or a toddler?

Her gaze had dropped to Paige’s hands, her eyes tracing the veins that ran along them. They stood out prominently against her skin, glistening slightly with sweat, and Azzi was mesmerized.

- she’s so real for this

“I married a narcan,” though her gaze lingered a little too long on Paige’s retreating figure.

- 😭😭😭

You’re doing so well.”

- Paige stop making your wife suffer!

Aaliyah, who had been signing things a few feet away, smirked as she walked over to Paige. “You good there, Mama Bear?” she teased under her breath, nudging Paige’s arm.

- I love liiiiii

Paige,” one reporter began, leaning forward in his chair, “there have been reports from trusted sources that your wife, Azzi Fudd, is out for the season due to pregnancy. Can you confirm or deny this?”

- ughhhh mind your business bro

Back then I personally stated multiple times that I would be going to the draft after my season ended, but that didn’t stop reporters from writing articles about me trying to force my way out of Dallas with claims of me threatening to stay an extra year.”

- Lmao glad to see these annoy you as much as they annoy me

So no, I, Paige Bueckers, cannot answer a question for Azzi Fudd right now.

- period p! although everyone gonna clock your tea I fear

her hand finding its place on Azzi’s stomach, her touch light.

- awww I love this

Paige blinked at her, and then a soft chuckle escaped her lips. “Hours, hm?” she repeated, tilting her head.

- damn girl!!

You’re perfect like this, beautiful. I love every version of you.”

- I love them they are so adorable

Paige grinned against her skin, her kisses moving lower again. “I can’t help that, beautiful,” she murmured.

- she’s getting too cocky

She kissed just above Azzi’s heart, letting her lips linger as she whispered, “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I swear I’ll spend forever making sure you never doubt how much I love you baby.”

- OK SO ITS BREAK ME DAY? WTF IS THIS MONOLOGUE IM SICK.

“I don’t know if you can hear me yet, but just in case,” Paige said, her lips brushing against Azzi’s skin as she spoke, “you have the coolest mom ever. She’s strong, intelligent, and so kind. She’s a little bossy, but we let that slide because she’s also really pretty.”

- she is really pretty

Paige smirked but didn’t let up. “And while we’re at it, no dating until you’re 30 baby.”

- this is wild from you Paige

Paige hummed, brushing her lips against Azzi’s stomach before looking up at her. “Mmm, you’ll always come first.”

- always the wife over the baby!! protect your kids as a priority ofc

Statistics show children usually end up happier when their parents prioritize each other over anything because it creates a more stable environment for them.”

- yep yep yep

Paige glanced up with a small smirk. “I was reading on the plane. Wanted to make sure I got this parenting thing right.”

- hoping she didn’t see those birthing pages… she would have a heart attack

Righttt blame the other princess,” Paige said, shaking her head as she threw her legs over the side of the bed as she got up to put on some sweats and a hoodie.

- literally no resistance lol

No, I’m not.

- it’s been a while but welcome back to the Paige bueckers lying show!!!

Paige raised an eyebrow, trying to act nonchalant. “No, I’m not.”

- It’s a two episode special!

Paige sighed dramatically, shaking her head. “I’m not whipped.”

- three!

Her hand found its way to Azzi’s stomach, her thumb tracing slow circles as her eyes fluttered shut.

- awww

This was perfect! Pleaseee one moreeee I love pazzi with kids they are too cute

-🫂🫂🫂

no one let Paige read a birthing complications book she will go insane and start tweaking

looked at something like this and i was sick to my stomach for days 😭

no one say this to Paige she's gonna get a complex

prolly already has one

"I married a narcan," though her gaze lingered a little too long on Paige's retreating figure.

😭😭😭.

i fixed it 🙄

Lmao glad to see these annoy you as much as they annoy me

it’s literally something new everyday 😭

OK SO ITS BREAK ME DAY? WTF IS THIS MONOLOGUE IM SICK.

i thought it was cute 🥹

loll what else would you want to see stink ??

[depressionisreal1996]

The Traumatized Omega

Chapter 1

Bold and Underlined=POV Change

Underlined=Line Break

Bold=TV Script

Italics=Thoughts

Narrator's  POV

I'm not sure whose twisted idea it was to put hundreds of adolescents in underfunded schools run by people whose dreams were crushed years ago... but I admire the sadism.

      We see a girl walking down a school hallway, with everyone parting ways in fear and disgust. They could sense the power from this tiny alpha. This alpha is known as Wednesday Addams. With each step is a purpose, she wants them to fear her. The thought makes her smirk internally. After a while, she saw some jocks walking away from a locker, laughing. She walked up to the locker and heard some whimpers coming from it, whimpers that she knows. She opens the locker to see her brother, Pugsley. After the locker was opened, Pugsley fell with a thud.

Wednesday's POV

      "I want names," I told my brother emotionlessly. These people need to know that only I was allowed to torture my brother, I thought in my head.

      "I don't know who they were, honest." Pugsley replied with a scared voice, "it happened so fast," 

      "Pugsley, emotion equals weakness, pull yourself together, now," I told him sternly, he whimpers. He really needs to learn this, if he wants to survive the real world. I went to untie him, when I went into one of my visions.

~Line Break~

      I came out of the vision, which thanks to it, I now know who did this to my brother. It was Dalton, and his stupid jock friends.

      "You okay," Pugsley asked me with a worried tone.

I'm not about to confess to my brother that I've recently been plagued by visions. The come on without warning, and feel like electroshock therapy, but without the satisfying afterburn.

      "Leave this to me," I told him, getting up to put my plan into action.

      "Wednesday, what are you gonna do," my brother asked me. I stopped to look at him, contemplating telling him, but decided not too.

      "What I do best," I told him, then walked off.

Non, rien de rien.

      "Yo, Dalton, look," Dalton's friend # 1 said pointing towards me, "Pigsley's sister."

      "Hey, freak, this is a closed practice," Dalton told me, with a smirk. Everyone smirked at this and laughed.

      "The only person who gets to torture my brother is me," I told everyone with a harsh tone, raising two bags with piranhas in them. Everyone lost their smirks and looked at me with fear. I released the bags into the water, and everyone frantically swam to get to safety.

Non, je ne regrette rien. Car ma vie, car mes joies. Ca commence avec toi.

      It was chaotically beautiful, nothing will top this. I slowly smirked in satisfaction. If I wasn't so adversed to it, I would be laughing right now. Though, as I watch the chaos happening, I knew that would be getting expelled for this.

~Line Break~

I close my eyes. Then I drift away.

     My parents were singing again, and it greatly disgusts me of how much emotions they are showing.

I softly say. A silent prayer. Like dreamers do. Then I fall asleep to dream. My dreams of you.

      I cringed at them, they really need to learn some self-control. This is why I'll never find love/mate. It all seems pointless.

I remember. That you said goodbye.....

     "Mmm," my mother sighed happily after kissing my father. My father did the same. I rolled my eyes at them.

     "Darling, how long do you intend on giving us the col shoulder," my mother asked me.

      "Lurch, please remind my parents that I'm no longer speaking to them," I replied back. Lurch just grunts.

      "Hmm," she hums back.

      "I promise you, my little viper, you will love Nevermore," my father tried to reassure me, though he was failing, "won't she, Tish?"

      "Of course," she said, "it's the perfect school for her."

      "Why? Because it was the perfect school for you," I shot back," I have no interest in following in your footsteps. Becoming captain of the fencing team, Queen of the Dark Prom, President of the Seance Society."

      "I merely meant that finally you will be among peers who understand you," My mother told me, and then she said something I want to protest against, " maybe you'll even make some friends."

      "Nevermore is like no other boarding school, it's a magical place," my father said, "it's where I met your mother, and we fell in love."

      "You guys are making me nauseous, and not in a good way," I told them with disgust in my voice, yet with my face blank.

      "Darling, we aren't the ones who got you expelled. That boy's family was going to file attempted murder charges," she told me, "how would that have looked on your record?"

      "Terrible, everyone would know I failed to get the job done," I said, seething that Dalton is still alive.

      "Hmm," my mother just hummed, and that was it for our conversation.

~Line Break~

Narrator's POV

      Now we see a truck driving by the Addams hearse.

      "Just over here is fine, thanks," a man said to the driver.

      "You sure you want to get out here," the driver asked, "the trail might look pretty, but it runs right past Nevermore."

      "That school for outcasts," the man asked.

      "Huh. That's a polite way of putting it," the driver replied.

      "I never had a problem with outcasts," the man informed the driver," my counselor at summer camp was a werewolf. Great guy."

      "Yeah, they're just like you and men," the driver said trying to scare the man, "until they rip your throat out."

      "Thanks," the man chuckles wryly. He got out of the truck and hiked on the trail. He hiked for a while until he found a good spot to take a break. He was just relaxing, when he heard noises coming up from in front of him. He looked up, only to scream in a panic as he saw something running towards him and attack him.

[phoenixfangs]

OMG PHOENIX OC PHOENIX OC?!?! SIGN ME UP I want to learn everything omggg For now tho, for the ask mmm lets go with ❗️, 🚨 and 🧣 if its not too much!!

WEEEEEEEEE THANK U THANK U im really happy with the positive reception feigas been receiving, it makes me feel like im Not an insane selfish weirdo for wanting to talk about her and like im Allowed to share my thoughts in a public forum without being beaten to death FDJSKLGHLSKJFDS my brain is broken ❤️

❗️what was the scariest moment of ur characters life? does it still affect them? | HHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMM well i look at her as having two distinct lives with distinct hardships: her childhood and her adulthood. so from her childhood, its definitely nebulous in my mind but its probably something to do with one of her siblings deaths, perhaps it was a very bad accident she was also involved in that she almost died from, but she happened to survive while her sibling didnt. probably a very violent, bloody accident with a lot of pain and suffering and being convinced that she will die without a miracle, only to be met with some cruel neutrality from her parents when that 'miracle' does occur and she survives/recovers. 'oh ur lucky to be alive, suppose it wasnt ur time', no celebration or care. probably put the fear of death in her that she ended up carrying with her into adulthood, one of the few things that Didnt get blocked out. as an adult, its probably her confrontation with riza and being told 'im not going to kill u' after shes been disarmed/beaten in the brawl because, if riza was refusing to kill her, it meant the drachman military would. i think i stole/modified the concept from the venture bros of an elite group of assassins/soldiers called 'the cleaners' whose responsibility it is to 'clean up' botch jobs, like feigas botch job trying to take out riza and roy, and they are much more cruel and sadistic than even feiga was to riza. she knows that if the cleaners get their hands on her, shes not just going to die, its going to be slow, painful, and miserable, and that fear of death, and of suffering, freezes her blood and makes her frantic and hysterical until rizas able to calm her down and agree to help her escape

🚨 whats ur characters relationship with the law? have they ever been arrested? what for? what are their opinions on law enforcement? | she lives outside of it and as an extension of it!! shes a political assassin, her vague 'assassin training' i keep alluding to is vague in my mind because i dont have it Fully fleshed out but to me its affiliated with the drachman military, perhaps a covert branch of some kind thats not officially sanctioned but the people in power dont care because its useful to have unsanctioned power. she has never been arrested in a typical sense, as a citizen who has broken a law, and as far as the upper brass is concerned, she either doesnt exist (to those not in the know about the situation) or, up until her defection, is a model soldier (unofficial, ofc, she has no real rank or place in the military but she is still one of Their dogs), an ideal enforcer of drachmas power. she initially has a lot of pride in her position as the best and most valuable, and is disdainful of any government/military besides her own, and doesnt view herself as the abused attack dog shes been beaten into. so much so that she derogatorily refers to roy and riza as filthy amestrian dogs, mutts, etc., simply for being soldiers, and also she hates them. seeing herself as the best, or being told shes the best, is a delusion/lie that she refuses to let go despite the Material Reality that there are assassins (the cleaners) who are Always going to be in a different league than her because she, unlike the cleaners, is still seen as capable of fucking up and becoming worthless. it isnt until her confrontation with riza and rizas influence telling her 'arent u mad at what theyve done to u?! they broke u until u were their best, and now theyre going to throw u away like ur nothing! the military is ur enemy! dont give them any more of urself, whether its ur body, ur pride, ur loyalty, or ur life! hit da bricks!!' that she decides YKNOW WHAT YEAH FUCK THIS and is able to finally redirect so much of her perceived hatred of riza more appropriately onto systems that lied to her and failed her and actively wanted to hurt her

BUT more broadly. jfdklsjfklsa. yeah shes never been a normal citizen so shes never had real experience with citizen-level crime or police

🧣 answered !

[thirtecnth]

Noah: FORGED

FORGED : a scene from my muse's past that they think made them stronger in the long run

tw: heart attack

"Will you stop lookin' at me like that, Noah? Jesus Christ."

Noah snapped to attention. He hadn't known he had been dozing off, nor did he realize he'd been staring for such an exuberant amount of time at the bottle behind his father's head-- one whose level was much lower than it was even 10 minutes prior.

"Mmm? I'm sorry, Dad. I haven't gotten much sleep lately." He rubbed his eyes harshly, black rings appeared as a result when he had reopened them.

"When is your sister making dinner? She was supposed to be making somethin' by now."

He shook his head. "I don't know... Sometime, Dad." The younger man had already turned his attention back to his book, his eyes gliding across the paper. His father craned his neck in an attempt to read the cover. "What is that? What're you reading?" He asked and wiped his mouth as the words messily spilled out.

"Just a book I picked up from the shelf. It's older." He flipped the page.

"That one's mine."

Noah furrowed his brows and glanced up again at his father. "Yours?"

"Yes, mine. What, you think your mom's the only one that read around here?" He nodded to it. "One of my favorites actually."

A bookmark was placed back between the pages and now his full attention was back on his father-- who seemed quite uncomfortable in his chair.

"The uh, the main character he reminds me a lot of um--" he shook his head, confused in some way. "Myself. Or you. In some parts."

"Eddie? The older guy?" Noah had offered and his father nodded.

"When he talks about the dishes shattering... like your childhood when there's a hard parent in your life. It's real. It's true." The older man let out a breath. "Just pay attention to it. Alright? It's a good one. I'm gonna start on some dinner since your damn sister wants to be out all day." With that, he stood from his chair and began coughing. At first, Noah rolled his eyes but then the other began to stumble.

"Dad, the doctor said you have to take it easy--"

"Noah! God dammit!" He yelled and held the back of the chair for balance. Noah winced, freezing entirely. "Let me-- I'm not a fucking--"

His father spun around and a wild look appeared in his eyes. Every ounce of anger and embarrassment that had just been in his tone was replaced with what looked like searing pain and fear as the other began to clutch his heart.

"Dad?" And every ounce of annoyance in Noah's face was replaced with that of a scared child's. "...Dad!"

At that moment, as he held his father and helped him to the ground-- unsure of what to do next-- he would be forced to grow up. Whether he liked it or not.

[radiant-reid]

I think about that one anon who said Spencer would be good at cooking. I like to add onto that-

As a person whose parents rarely cooked for me (even when i was a child) I didn’t know how to cook for myself till like 6th grade. And my sister had to basically cook for me. But other than that I lived off of tv dinners, ramen, and cereal. So I feel like with his dad being the only sane one the guy would just buy some TV dinners for Spencer.

mmm this is an interesting take, i do feel like he would have had a lottttt of tv dinners

[ridiasfangirlings]

Title: Lovely, Dark and Warm (10/15)

Fandom: K Project

External: AO3

Pairings: Sarumi

Ratings/Warnings: M

Summary: Totsuka Tatara was dead, Homra was certain of that. But rumors persisted, that he had been seen wandering the alleys of Shizume, with blood on his shirt and a mouth hanging open.

In retrospect, that was how every zombie apocalypse started, after all.

Notes: In which Fushimi and Yata finally come out of the closet :D

“It’ll be okay, Anna.”

“Mmm.” Anna didn’t respond, still staring fixedly at the marbles in her hand.

Kamamoto tried not to sigh, glancing out the window. They’d been hiding in his family’s shop for the last few days, waiting for word from Homra. His parents were out of town on holiday and the store was closed for now.

Things were definitely getting tense in the city, even his parents had felt it. He was sure that’s why they’d agreed so readily to leave the city when he’d asked and he was a little bit thankful for it. If things exploded — and it definitely felt like something was about to explode — he would rather they not be here.

It chafed a little to be left behind, when all the other guys were either with Mikoto or protecting the bar but Kamamoto couldn’t complain. He was here to protect Anna after all, and it was the most important job he could think of.

There was a rustling of skirts as Anna abruptly stood.

“Anna? Anna!” She was already hurrying to the door before Kamamoto could stop her. “Anna wait, it isn’t safe!”

“We have to go.” Anna pulled the door open, tugging with both hands, and then slipped outside. Kamamoto nearly stumbled following her, and as he stepped outside he saw what she’d meant.

There were figures moving along the side of the road. Some were dragging half-severed limbs, others nearly cut in half. There was at least one whose head was dangling loosely off its neck, held on by only a single strip of flesh, but its mouth was open hungrily.

“Rikio!” Anna’s shout knocked him out of his daze and Kamamoto took a deep breath before sending a punch straight into the ground. Red power swirled around his fist, headed right towards the approaching undead —

— and then stopped, fizzling into nothing.

“Eh?” All he could do was turn and run, following after Anna. She was going as fast as she could, moving through side streets and alleyways as if she’d memorized them, and Kamamoto began to notice that wherever they went it was as if they had just managed to avoid any undead who might have been in the area. She still clutched a marble in one white hand and held it up to her eye as she ran.

They turned another corner and this time Anna finally stopped, swaying. Kamamoto moved to steady her but she shook her head and pointed.

“There! We have to—“

Kamamoto didn’t even wait for her to finish. Ahead of them was a group of undead ringing another figure, a person who was crouched on the ground backed against a wall. Kamamoto took a deep breath, punching his knuckles together experimentally, and then he reached deep inside for the Red flame.

This time it answered him, and as his legs hit the ground it sent out a shockwave of red. The flames encircled the undead, burning all of them into nothing.

“No blood, no bone, no ash,” Kamamoto said grimly as Anna flashed by him, running to the figure still crouched by the wall.

“Izumo!”

“Kusanagi-san?” Kamamoto’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Anna.” Kusanagi’s voice sounded tired but happy as she threw her arms around him. He was clearly a little worse for the wear — his usual immaculate clothes were rumpled and dirty, and there were bruises on his knuckles. As he got closer Kamamoto could see something red soaking through one leg of Kusanagi’s pants.

“Kusanagi-san!” Kamamoto felt a spike of worry and Kusanagi waved him away.

“It’s not a bite. I fell on a rebar gettin’ out of Mihashira. Been hard to take care of it with all those…things runnin’ around.” With one shaking hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and lighter.

“S-so….everyone else? Yata-san? What about…” He glanced at Anna, worried, but she had already understood what he was about to say.

“Mikoto.” Her hand tightened around the small red marble.

“Can you see anything?” Kusanagi asked her quietly, lighting his cigarette. Anna shook her head.

“It’s clouded. I can see the Tower, but when I try to look higher…”

“I see.” Kusanagi blew smoke, head tilted back.

“Kusanagi-san…what should we do? The bar—“

“I couldn’t get back there. They knew we were comin’, so I’m sure…” Kusanagi shook his head. “Help me up, Kamamoto. I know a place we can hide. We need to get Anna somewhere safe.”

“Right.” Kamamoto wrapped Kusanagi’s arm around his shoulders, letting Kusanagi lean on him. He glanced over at Anna, who was still staring through her marble as if trying to see through mist. “Anna?”

She turned to look at him and dropped the marble into her pocket, reaching for his free hand.

“Let’s go.”

–

Yata pressed close against Fushimi, barely daring to breathe as he stared through the crack in the closet door. After a moment he saw the door to the room swing slightly open and then shut again as whatever was out in the hall had moved on.

“I don’t think the dumbass zombies know we’re here,” Yata said softly. “Let’s just hang tight for a minute and then we can get the hell out of here.”

“Shut up.” Fushimi’s voice was low and strangled and Yata looked up at him curiously. Fushimi was staring straight ahead, eyes blank, and his entire body seemed wound tight like a spring.

“Saruhiko?” Yata didn’t dare raise his voice to anything more than a whisper. “You okay?”

“I’m fine. Shut up.” Fushimi still wasn’t looking at him. His fingers were twitching convulsively.

Yata tried to move back to get a better look at him but there was no room to back up more than half a step. They were pressed closely together in the darkness, surrounded by dust and cobwebs. Fushimi was pushed back in the furthest corner of the closet partially turned away from Yata, where he couldn’t even see through the crack in the doorway.

Yata was suddenly aware that Fushimi was muttering something under his breath and he leaned in closer to hear.

“They’re coming.” Fushimi’s voice was low and lined with something close enough to panic that it made a chill run through Yata’s entire body. “They’re coming. I’ll kill them first. They’re coming.”

“S-Saruhiko?” Yata reached for him and Fushimi slapped his hand away. Yata bit back a cry of pain as something sharp sliced through his palm and he realized that Fushimi had drawn a knife. “H-hey, Saru, chill out already! What’s wrong with you?”

Fushimi didn’t answer, trembling hands playing haphazardly with his knife. His eyes were glazed and he didn’t even seem to know Yata was there.

A week in the wine cellar and then you could have stayed there in that small cramped space while they walked around outside all the time, every minute, and you couldn’t even trust yourself to sleep because they might get in and Yata suddenly realized exactly what the problem was.

The door creaked again and Fushimi shifted, eyes wide, knives out.

“Saru, don’t!” Yata hissed, pushing him back. Blue light was beginning to glow around him and Yata could only think of one thing to do.

He threw his arms around Fushimi and pulled him close, holding him as tightly as he dared. The Blue aura felt cold and slightly painful against his skin, but Fushimi froze dead and Yata tightened his grip.

“I’m here, you idiot monkey,” Yata muttered, burying his face against Fushimi’s neck. “So calm the fuck down already. It’s okay, all right? I’m here with you this time.”

“M-Misaki…” The word was a half-sob and Fushimi seemed to deflate slightly under Yata’s grip. He was still trembling and Yata didn’t dare let go. Pushed so close together like this Yata could smell sweat and blood against Fushimi’s skin and something about it made him feel like he might be sick.

They’d been in fights and everything before, in Homra, but even so it just seemed wrong that Fushimi should smell of blood when he wasn’t wounded.

“Just a little longer, okay, Saruhiko?” Yata murmured. It felt like trying to calm a child. Fushimi’s hands twitched again, as if they were going to wrap around him in reciprocation, and Fushimi forced them down with visible effort. His breathing seemed to have only sped up and Yata closed his eyes, listening hard and hoping that the zombies would just move on already so they could escape.

“Misaki. Misaki.” Fushimi was repeating his name over and over like a protective chant and Yata relaxed slightly. It had to be working. Saruhiko was definitely calming down now, he had to be.

Then Fushimi laughed and Yata’s heart dropped.

“No more hiding like meat, Misaki,” Fushimi hissed coldly and with a sudden burst of strength he broke away from Yata, scrambling for the door.

“Saruhiko, wait!” Yata grabbed for him but it was too late. Fushimi shoved the closet door open and they both tumbled out onto the floor.

The three zombies peering in the doorway immediately attacked.

Yata hadn’t even managed to get to his feet but Fushimi was already moving, knives flying from his hands, catching all three zombies in the center of the chest. The wounds didn’t even appear to slow the monsters down and then Fushimi’s hand twitched and red flames shot up from the knives, burning the monsters alive where they stood.

There was the sound of feet suddenly moving towards them and Yata could barely hear it over Fushimi’s mad laughter.

“Come on, you bastards.” Fushimi drew his sword. “Come and get me.”

“What the hell, Saru!” Yata aimed a punch at him and Fushimi deflected it with one hand without even looking. His face was suddenly cold. “Do you want to get us killed?”

“Not just hiding there to get killed,” Fushimi said in low tones. “Not this time. Not again.” He took a step forward so that his back was facing towards Yata and his face hidden. His tone turned suddenly dark and bitter. “Go on and hide in there, Misaki. Come out in a week. I’m sure I’ll still be alive by then.”

Without waiting for a reply he darted out the door, and Yata had no choice but to run after him.

“Saru, wait!” He skidded to a halt in the hallway. Between them and the stairs were at least a dozen zombies. Yata turned to look behind them and cursed as another group of zombies peered out from the master bedroom. He backed up so that he was right up against Fushimi. “Ch. Great job, monkey. Now what do we do?”

“What do you think?” Fushimi smiled cruelly. “We kill them all.”

Without waiting to see if Yata had even heard him, Fushimi attacked.

Yata swore and rushed after him, catching a zombie in the throat a moment before its teeth would have sunk into Fushimi’s neck. Fushimi didn’t even seem to notice him, blades flashing as he cut his way through the monsters. Yata could barely keep up with him, focusing most of his attention on trying to keep Fushimi from getting himself killed.

Somehow they made it to the stairs and Fushimi darted down them with Yata on his heels, jumping over the banister a few steps from the bottom and landing easily on his feet. Yata leaned over the banister and swore again. More zombies were already approaching from the other rooms and even the front door. Clearly their presence had been noticed.

“We need to get out of here, monkey--” Yata cut off as Fushimi ran towards one of the zombies approaching from the kitchen, disappearing inside. Yata sighed, immolated another zombie stumbling down the stairs after him and then ran towards the kitchen after Fushimi.

There were more zombies there, crawling over counter tops and between broken chairs. Fushimi’s face had gone grim and he was slicing desperately at those nearest to him as they backed him towards the basement door. Yata suddenly realized that while Fushimi’s red flames were still doing their job, the Blue power along his sword was flickering noticeably. The Blue King’s power had failed at just the wrong time.

One of the zombies dived for Fushimi at the same time Yata forced his way through with the biggest ball of flames he could muster, sending Red power scattering through the room as he grabbed Fushimi by the arm and pulled him down the steps. Fushimi resisted and suddenly they were both tumbling over the stairs, landing in a pile of limbs and blades on the basement floor.

“Damn it.” Yata looked up. The flames above were dying and he could see a few zombies stumbling towards the doorway after them. Yata bit his lip and summoned a small flame in his hand to light the room, hoping to spy some kind of escape route. “Great job, monkey. We’re trapped.” He turned to glare at Fushimi, who was staring at something along the side of the staircase. “Hey, monkey! What now?”

“Bring the light closer,” Fushimi said, ignoring the anger in Yata’s voice. His face had gone calm at last and he was looking at the stairwell with an expression Yata recognized immediately: that was the sign of Fushimi thinking.

“We don’t have time for you to examine the damn architecture, we’re going to get killed--”

“Shut up.” Fushimi grabbed his wrist and pulled it close. “Look.”

Along the side of the stairwell there was a small red mark that Yata recognized immediately. It was the same mark that was still emblazoned on his chest, and which had once been on Fushimi’s.

The mark of Homra.

“Homra’s mark…but…”

“There’s something here.” Fushimi pushed against the mark and the wood gave way beneath his fingers. “Come on.” Without waiting for Yata’s reply, Fushimi crawled in through the secret door and disappeared. Yata gave a quick glance upwards at where the zombies were beginning to descend the stairs, then killed his flame and followed after Fushimi, making sure to pull the door shut behind him.

He scrambled through the tunnel as quickly as he could, aware of Fushimi moving steadily forward ahead of him. He heard Fushimi grunt slightly and risked lighting another flame. In the dim light he could see that the tunnel had opened up into a small room and Fushimi was already leaning weakly against a wall, wiping his forehead with one hand.

“I don’t think anyone’s following us.” Yata pulled himself out after Fushimi, cleaning his dusty palms on his shorts. A bright red streak of blood stained his shorts and Yata grimaced, he’d almost forgotten about the cut on his hand. He stared down at it for a moment before carefully looking up at Fushimi. “You okay, Saruhiko?”

“Shut up.” There was no strength in Fushimi’s words and Yata had to stop himself from going to him. Fushimi’s clothes had gotten disheveled in the fighting and once again Yata could see the burn mark, a dark mess of flesh on Fushimi’s chest.

Yata couldn’t let himself act like they were friends again, no matter how much he wanted to. Fushimi had betrayed them. Yata wouldn’t, couldn’t let himself forget that.

“So where are we?” Yata took a few steps forward. There was another doorway just to Fushimi’s left and he headed for it. After a moment he heard Fushimi sigh heavily and get to his feet, following after him. Yata pushed the door open and peered inside.

The room inside was small and modestly furnished, with a ratty old couch and a couple of chairs. And sitting at the foot of the couch was a little pink kitten, drinking milk out of a cracked saucer.

“Hey, there you are.” Yata stepped forward towards her and she glanced up, meowed, and then quickly turned and trotted around the corner into another room. Yata stared after her.

“I guess she doesn’t like you, Misaki,” Fushimi said mildly from behind him. “Really, even when it’s a cat you still can’t deal with girls.”

“Sh-shut up!” Yata snapped. There was another meow as Neko came wandering back in. Following on her heels was a young girl in a red dress. She stopped dead upon seeing Yata and Fushimi.

“Misaki. Saruhiko.”

“A-Anna!” Yata ran towards her at the same time the smile lit up her face. She wrapped her arms around him as he fell to his knees. “You’re alive. You’re all right!”

“Anna-chan? What’s…?” Another familiar voice floated in from the other room and Kusanagi limped around the corner, one leg swathed in bandages and leaning heavily on a walking stick.

“Kusanagi-san!” Yata could feel tears welling up in his eyes and didn’t care. He’d tried to hope, he really had — but now, seeing them here, Yata realized for the first time that in truth he had given them all up for dead long ago.

“Yata-chan!” Kusanagi reached out and placed a hand on Yata’s head. “What are you doing here?”

“We-we traced your signal,” Yata said, smile threatening to split his face open. “I knew you guys couldn’t be dead! I knew — I knew I wasn’t the only one who made it!”

“Kusanagi-san?” Another voice piped up from behind and Kusanagi straightened.

“Kamamoto, we’ve got a visitor.”

“Visitor?” Kamamoto looked around the corner and his eyes fell on Yata. “Yata-san!”

“Kamamoto!” Yata stood and went to meet him, pounding happily on his back.

“Yata-san, you’re alive!” Tears were streaming down Kamamoto’s face. “You’re really alive!”

“So are you!” Yata said, feeling almost incoherent with relief. “All of you guys…all of you…How…?”

“It’s a bit of a story,” Kusanagi said. “We’ve been on the run for a while now. I tried to get in contact with the others, but..”

“And Mikoto-san?” Yata said urgently. “You know what happened to him, right, Kusanagi-san?”

Kusanagi sighed heavily and Yata’s face fell.

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you anything about that, Yata-chan,” Kusanagi admitted, leaning against the couch. “We got separated in Mihashira. I got in a bit of a spot and had to run. By the time I got outside, there was no way of gettin’ back in, and no way to get to the safe house either. I got lucky that Anna and Kamamoto found me when they did.” Anna walked over to him and he put a gentle hand on her head. “We found a safe place for a bit— I wasn’t in much shape to move by the time I got there — and finally it was too dangerous to stick around anymore. We tried gettin’ back to the bar, but there were too many undead. Then I remembered this place. It was bein’ used by some drug dealers we routed a while back. The house is just a cover. There were still supplies down here from the last time and as long as we stay in the rooms under here it seems like the zombies don’t notice.” He tapped his cane against the ground. “Well, we had a little trouble gettin’ here too, though. Ah, don’t look like that, Yata-chan. It’s just a scratch, nothin’ dangerous. An old injury that didn’t get quite healed, and then I took a bad fall while we were runnin’ from a Strain, that’s all.”

“I don’t know how I got out either.” Yata’s fist clenched with the sudden memory of his own uselessness. “I remember I lost track of everyone else and then the next thing I knew I was outside, alone. I waited for everyone at the spot we agreed on but no one ever came. And then I went back to the bar and…” He trailed off.

“I know,” Kusanagi said quietly, voice resigned. “It’s all gone, huh?”

“Eh? How did you…?”

“I looked.” Anna tugged on Yata’s sleeve. “There were zombies.”

“Right. Zombies.” Yata gave her a sad smile. “But I stayed near it. I was hoping that someone— that maybe someone would be--”

“Yeah.” Kusanagi put a hand on Yata’s shoulder. “You did good, Yata-chan. Mikoto would be proud of you.”

“Kusanagi-san…” Yata stared hopelessly up at him. “You—you don’t think Mikoto-san is— I mean, Mikoto-san couldn’t be—”

“Mikoto is alive.” Anna said it with absolute certainty, not looking at any of them as she reached down to pet Neko. “Definitely.”

“Anna…” Yata looked over at her and managed a small smile. “Yeah. Definitely.”

“As touching as this is, we haven’t got time for it,” Fushimi spoke up. Kusanagi’s head snapped up as if he had only just noticed Fushimi’s presence and there was a long moment of silence as his eyes took in Fushimi’s blue coat and the burn mark still visible on his chest. “Kusanagi Izumo. My orders are to bring you and Kushina Anna back to Scepter 4. If you won’t come, I will use force.” He pointedly placed a hand on the hilt of his sword.

“Hey, Saruhiko, wait a sec!” Yata yelled at him and Fushimi ignored him, face set and cold.

“Fushimi, huh?” Kusanagi leaned back to get a good look at him. “You’ve changed a bit, haven’t you?”

“Don’t listen to him, Kusanagi-san,” Yata growled. “He’s a just a dirty fucking traitor.”

“Don’t act like such a child all the time, Misaki,” Fushimi said coolly. “My orders were clear.”

“Well, that’s interestin,’ isn’t it?” Kusanagi calmly pulled out a cigarette and took a puff. “The Blue King’s still around, huh?”

“We don’t have to go back with him,” Yata said. “We don’t need those bastards at Scepter 4. Now that we’re back together, we can go after Mikoto-san ourselves!”

“Can we?” Kusanagi said thoughtfully. He gave a small grunt of pain as he pushed himself off the chair and turned to look at Fushimi. “Can we discuss this a bit amongst ourselves?”

“Do whatever you want,” Fushimi said languidly, throwing himself down on the couch. “I’m bringing you in either way.”

“Yata-chan, Kamamoto, this way.” Kusanagi indicated for the two of them to follow him into the next room. “Anna…”

“I’ll stay with Saruhiko,” Anna said calmly. Kusanagi looked surprised for a moment, then shrugged and continued into the next room. Yata glared pointedly at Fushimi as he followed, with Kamamoto slinking nervously behind.

Anna gave Neko another pat and then walked over and sat down next to Fushimi. He glanced at her once and then quickly looked away.

“Saruhiko.”

“W-what?”

“I’m glad you’re all right.” Anna placed a hand on Fushimi’s knee and he shifted uncomfortably. Her eyes seemed to be staring right through him. “Saruhiko’s Red is different now.”

“I’m not part of Homra anymore,” Fushimi said stiffly. Anna looked up at him with a small smile.

“But Saruhiko is still with Misaki.”

“I’m just doing what the Captain ordered me to do. That idiot came along all on his own.”

“Still….I’m glad Saruhiko is here.”

Fushimi didn’t answer and didn’t look at her.

“You should stay with Kusanagi-san and the others, Anna. I’m not your friend.”

“Mmm.” Anna nodded but didn’t move, leaning up against him. Fushimi sighed and placed one hand gently on top of her head.

--

“You can’t be serious, Kusanagi-san!” Yata stared up at Kusanagi in disbelief.

“I think it’s our only option, Yata-chan,” Kusanagi told him, taking another drag on his cigarette. “There’s still just the three of us. We can’t get into Mihashira alone. And we need somewhere we can hide Anna. We can’t keep her safe here forever.”

“But—but the Blues can’t be trusted!” Yata argued. “Those guys don’t care about Mikoto-san at all! They just want to use Anna to get inside the building.”

“They won’t use Anna unless she agrees to it,” Kusanagi said seriously. “But beyond that, our goals aren’t that different, Yata-chan. If Mikoto is anywhere in this city, it’s in that building. If Scepter 4 and the Blue King can find a way to get inside and find out what’s going on in there, not to mention find a way to save this city, then our best course of action may be joining forces.”

“I don’t like it,” Yata muttered angrily. “We shouldn’t have to work with those guys.”

“You’re pretty upset about Fushimi, huh?” Kusanagi said and Yata’s eyes widened.

“I-I am not!” he stated angrily.

“Well, I can’t say I blame him too much,” Kusanagi said thoughtfully, running a hand through his hair. “Left by himself like that, it probably seemed the best choice.”

“He didn’t do it because he was by himself,” Yata muttered, eyes downcast. “You didn’t hear him, Kusanagi-san. That bastard doesn’t even care about Mikoto-san anymore. All he cares about is himself.”

“Is that so?” Kusanagi was looking pointedly at him and Yata felt suddenly uncomfortable. “Anyway, leaving Fushimi aside for the moment, what other choice do we have?”

“We-we could…!” Yata looked up desperately at him and Kusanagi just shook his head, smiling fondly down at him.

“Sorry, Yata-can,” he said. “I don’t think we can do this ourselves.”

“….All right,” Yata said grudgingly. “For now, we’ll go with the stupid monkey. But just for now, right?”

“Just for now,” Kusanagi said. “Come on. Let’s get Anna-chan and get ready to leave.”

Kusanagi grabbed his cane and headed back into the other room. Yata hung back for a moment, face grim. Kamamoto approached him nervously.

“Yata-san….let’s just listen to Kusanagi-san for now, okay? He’s just trying to keep everyone safe.”

“I know that,” Yata muttered, kicking angrily at the floor. “I know that.” He nodded to himself, crossed his arms, and followed Kusanagi out the door with an angry huff.

Fushimi was still sitting on the couch when they returned. Anna was leaning against him on one side, asleep, and Neko was curled up still in cat form on the other. He looked slightly annoyed and profoundly uncomfortable, and upon seeing him Kusanagi couldn’t help but smile.

“It looks like we’ll be goin’ with you,” Kusanagi told him. Fushimi looked up at him suspiciously for a moment, then nodded.

“Can we go back to Shiro now?” Neko suddenly popped back into girl form with a wide yawn, leaning on Fushimi’s arm.

“Wha…?” Kusanagi’s cigarette fell from his mouth as he stared at the girl who had appeared out of nowhere. Anna stirred sleepily and looked up at Neko’s face, cocking her head curiously for a moment before reaching up and scratching her by her ears. Neko smiled and purred.

“So how do we get out of here, anyway?” Yata came slouching in behind Kusanagi, obviously unhappy. “There are zombies all over the place upstairs.”

“There’s a secret hallway around the back that leads into the house next door,” Kusanagi told him. “That’s how we’ve been getting out for supply runs. Well, it’ll be a bit of a gambit goin’ out there with this many people, but we’ll have to try.”

“She’ll handle that,” Fushimi said calmly, pointing to Neko as he pulled out his PDA. “I’ll inform the Captain we’re on our way.”

“Right, just like a good little blue soldier,” Yata muttered and Fushimi gave him a wide smile.

“That’s right, Misaki.”

“Don’t fight.” Anna hopped off the couch and pulled on Yata’s sleeve.

“I-I’m not fighting,” Yata mumbled. “And anyway, Saruhiko started it.”

“Well, well, let’s all just try and get along for now,” Kusanagi said. “Yata-chan, come help me get some supplies taken care of. We’ll leave as soon as it’s safe.”

—

“Sir.”

Munakata looked up from the scroll in his hands as Awashima peered into the room. His office in the secondary headquarters was fairly small and cramped, but there was no helping it. Their previous emergency headquarters was the one that had been designed from the start, intended even before the zombie outbreak to serve as a backup if the worst should happen and something were to destroy their proper office. Munakata had been the one to order the creation of the secondary headquarters himself, after they’d been forced to flee from Scepter 4’s original building. The secondary headquarters had been cobbled together once Fushimi had helped them pull up an old copy of the plans from when the city had first been built, and then furnished using whatever leftovers they could spare from the emergency shelter. They were down to only a handful of computers now, running on limited power, along with what supplies they could commission from the emergency refugee shelters scattered around the city.

“You may enter, Awashima-kun.”

Awashima nodded and moved to stand in front of him.

“I’ve just received communication from Fushimi-kun, sir. He’s found Kusanagi Izumo. Kushina Anna is with him.” Awashima couldn’t stop the small note of relief that crept into her voice when she said Kusanagi’s name.

“Excellent.” Munakata stared at the scroll in his hands again, smiling. “I believe I have decoded Miwa Ichigen’s last message. All we need is the information from Kushina Anna and we will at last be ready to begin.” He stood. “You may start the preparations, Awashima-kun. Once Fushimi-kun returns, our counteroffensive begins.”

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Okay, well if you're gonna offer, I have to ask about Cloqwork 👀 I know how they meet in the AU, but how does their relationship evolve?

Well at first Oz is (understandably) terrified of Qrow mainly because he’s seen this kid around and he’s not the nicest dude out there.

Once he starts tutoring Qrow he kinda just chills out a little bit, mainly because he was just taking his frustration of not adapting to city school well. In turn I imagine Qrow gives him advice in a fight, specifically defensive stuff bc if anything happens to this lanky, greying, pale, and short kid he’s going to feel really really bad.

The two become friends after a while of them tutoring and they begin hanging out outside of school. Qrow introduces him to his team, they all really like Oz (even Raven despite what she says). The first time they actually go and hang out outside of the academy, they run into the issue that neither of them really know what to do.

Qrow sorta freaks because he thought this kid knew everything and it turns out he’s hardly ever stepped out of the house until now. Eventually Ozpin just looks at stuff on his scroll and they decide on an arcade. While there Oz makes a comment that his parents would’ve killed him had they known about that, not intending for said comment to turn into anything and Qrow just sorta looks at him like “why?”

And thus enters the entire arc of Qrow trying to get shit out of Ozpin bc Oz is way too scared to actually say anything that happened in his childhood.

After that whole mess they both promise to try and be more honest to each other, and eventually Oz gets the courage to ask Qrow a favor, which is getting long memory.

Now at this point Ozpin has been dealing with grumpy-and-really-an-ass-king Ozymandias whose been demanding he go and get the cane. Problem is, it’s in a museum. So STRQ and Ozpin do what anyone would do.

They break in and steal the cane.

Which was surprisingly Ozpin’s idea, he was the one who wanted to do crime while the others were like “mmm but are you sure?”

This leads to the long discussion between Ozymandias and Ozpin that’s basically: “Why tf would you steal the cane?!” “Idk, did you have a better idea?!” “._.”

But mainly throughout the timeline it’s just a lot of slice of life, sometimes angst, between the two, and ofc we know that it takes them a while to actually get into a relationship because they’re ✨in denial/self hatred✨

But yeah!

[rieamena]

passionate about you

kenji sato—

synopsis: you and kenji spent a day with chiho which got him thinking… when can you have one of your own?

content warnings: fem!reader, smut..., fluff-ish?, ken calls you "mama" and "mommy" just once though, riding, mating press, squirting (i think thats it............)

nsfw links!: in the beginning, youre going too slow..., in the shower, what he sounds like, what he sounds like ver 2 <- this one is NOT a twitter link!!!!

mdni after the nsfw content divider pls :(

kenji's hand was comfortably on your hip as you both waved bye to chiho. you leaned into his shoulder, whispering quietly, "she's adorable." ken closed the front door, nodding in response. he led you into the kitchen, lifting you onto the counter, his body between your legs, his eyes searching yours for a moment before speaking again. “have you ever thought about... having one of our own?” your heart skipped a beat at his words, the suggestion hanging in the air between you. kenji’s fingers traced gentle patterns on your hip, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. “i have,” you admitted softly, your gaze holding his. “have you?”

“yeah,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion. “seeing you with chiho made me realize how incredible it would be to have a little one with you. to create a family together.” your breath hitched at the intensity in his eyes, the sincerity of his words. kenji leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as if to seal a promise. “imagine it,” he whispered against your skin. “a little boy or girl running around, laughing and playing. us, being their parents. teaching them, loving them.” the image he painted was vivid, and you could almost see it—the life you could build together, the love you could share with a child of your own. kenji’s hand slid to your lower back, pulling you even closer, his body warm and solid against yours. “i want that,” you whispered back, your voice barely audible. “i want that with you.”

kenji who immediately rids you both of your clothes, lifting you up from the counter and into his arms, forcing your lips into a deep kiss. "i've wanted this for so long…" ken whispered, his hands gripping and palming at your ass. you moved your hips slightly, shuddering when you feel his length hit your cunt so easily. throwing you over his shoulder and giving your rear a few playful slaps, kenji walked to your shared bedroom, tossing you on the bed. he was achingly hard, and it was all at the thought of getting you pregnant.

kenji who begs you to ride him; he loves it when you're on top of him. and you can tell. his body becomes so sensitive and you can feel his lengthy dick pulsing as you praise him, "kenji, you feel so good~" he groans in response, breaths heavy and hot as he latches his mouth onto your chest, trying his hardest to not flip you on your back and push all of him into you. "mmm, might cum early if you keep talkin' like that." "you know i wouldn't mind, baby…"

kenji who desperately fucks up into you when you're going too slow. you moan his name over and over again, clinging onto his shoulders for support, the feeling of him ramming himself into you overwhelming. sending you into oblivion, tears welling up, moaning "more~ more~" and "'s so good…" you could barely understand his question. "you want me to get you pregnant?" kenji's voice was rough, breaking a couple times to let his own sounds of pleasure slip. all you could do was whine and nod, mewling when his hand laid a harsh slap against your ass. "use your words, baby." "y-yes ken, please!" his moans mixed with yours, muffling them as he pressed kisses to your neck and collarbone.

kenji whose voice gets so loud and whiny when he's close. "[name], please. please. please. oh fuck— yes baby, i— i— oh… you're so pretty…" removing his hand from your waist, it snaked up, cupping under your breast and gently squeezing at your neck, before holding your tear streaked face. "i'm gonna— princess—ah, i'm gonna—" you laid your body against his, choking back gasps and groans as you whispered in his ear, "give it to me."

kenji who pushes his cock deeper inside you as he paints your insides with his seed, holding onto your waist so hard, it could leave a bruise. your pussy spasmed around his dick, voice babbling incoherently. the only thing he could make out was his name. "ken— ah! ngh~ fuc-mmm— kenji~!"

kenji whose libido is insane. near immediately after he gave you his cum, he placed your head on the pillows, "thank you, baby…", he said against your lips, kissing you softly; before pushing your knees to your shoulders, and fucking his liquid deeper inside, determined to give you another load. a white ring formed where you and him met, a sweet mixture of your cum and his. your mind went blank, long and heavy moans on your lips. legs shaking at the overstimulation, you mewled "fuck— too much! 's too much ken…" kenji rubbed your shoulders for comfort, "i know you can take it, baby. i know you can." briefly pulling out, ken groaned loudly as your squirt covered his abdomen. "fuck mama, that was so sexy…" he shoved right back into you, wincing at how tight you were and how you spasmed. massaging your thighs sweetly, he leaned down to kiss your cheeks and jaw, "calm down girl… i'm right here… think you can do that for me again?"

kenji who offers to clean you up in the shower but ends up buried inside of you again. "just to make sure, okay…" your back pressed against the glass door, the steam from the water and the pure pleasure you were feeling threatened to render you unconscious. "stay with me, sweetheart. last time, i swear…" kenji held your body tightly as he came in you for the final time, groans so uncontrollable, they were borderline whimpers, "thank you, thank you so much. you did so well for me… i love you, 'm gonna make you a mommy…" clawing at his back in response, you took heavy breaths against his neck like you were desperate for oxygen. pulling out of your warm cunt, kenji stared at your fucked out face. your eyes were lidded, a tired smile on your face as you gave ken a quick kiss to his lips, collapsing into him directly after. and if somehow you didn't get pregnant from all of that, best believe kenji would try much harder next time.

UGHHH LOVED LOVED LOVED WRITING THIS had me kicking my feet and blushing SO hard..... may have lied earlier today.... first time writing smut i hope yall liked it 😭😭😭 reqs + asks are open <3

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Bad Arguments

Elizabeth I

She Never Said Nuffin!

Every excuse defends Seymour:

Me: Oh no! He's breaking into her room again!

Them: Listen up, stupid: Girls Could Marry At Twelve.

See? Stepdaughters are fair game now I've said that.

DON'T JUDGE HIM.

But damns Elizabeth:

Me: Poor baby. I do feel sorry for her.

Them: Um? She Was An Adult.

AH-DULT.

You know, gagging for it.

If she didn't totally want rape she would've done the honourable thing and died at birth.

Bitch.

Amazing how their oh-so precious Context always absolves him of guilt, yet brands her a whore in the exact same Perfectly Normal situation.

Funny that.

Now you forgot all about Elizabeth begging Seymour not to touch her and take this seriously like a true pearl-clutching Intelleckchul, for this line pops out when the other two don't work.

WELL! Well! I mean...well!

Well...she...she...She Nevah Sed Nuffin about it, did she?

Ah! Ah! Well that just shows, doesn't it!

Why are they so adamant Elizabeth enjoyed sexual abuse?

No matter the evidence we give, it's NEVER enough, yet we're pressured to accept the most warped readings of history as true.

All so they can vilify a thirteen-year-old girl.

Class.

Apparently Elizabeth not rushing down the pub and giving it good gossip about her uncle-step-dad feeling her up is proof positive she loved every minute; saying nowt precisely so the happy days just kept on rollin'.

Otherwise all those innumerable, ultra-powerful killjoy relatives o' hers might swoop in and put a stop to it, the bastards.

Strange. I thought staying silent was the textbook reaction to child abuse.

Nah. Turns out behaving like your typical victim proves it was never abuse at all.

Mmm-hmm.

I'm wondering now what evidence is acceptable, if even the tell-tale signs of distress aren't enough.

Why, nothing! Nothing at all!

Yeah. A girl whose mother and stepmother were murdered on false charges of sexual shenanigans naturally should've gone round bragging how she was on the receiving end of 'em for real.

As that'll turn out well.

Weird, innit? She grows up knowing society kills women for adultery, and then gets desperate to preserve her own reputation.

Come on, love. Lighten up.

What's the worse that could happen?

Nope. No downsides here.

Yet who was she supposed to tell?

DUH! Her parents, dummy!

But they're dead.

...

Well OBVIOUSLY her guardians.

But they're the ones molesting her.

...

AH! AH! How about her brother, eh? Eh?!

You want a thirteen-year-old girl to explain to a nine-year-old boy how his uncle and stepmother are interfering with her body?

AND for this to go through his other uncle, and thereby spread about the court?

...

OH! Whaddabowt Mary?! Ah, you forget that!

So she'd side with Anne Boleyn's daughter in a 'sex scandal', would she, withstanding all the resulting controversy whilst fully convinced of her innocence?

As if!

You're telling me Elizabeth had NO ONE to turn to, but should be ripped apart anyway?

For they can't sympathize on instinct; she's gotta earn it like a dog, jumping through an endless line of ever-shrinking hoops, which she doesn't even know are there.

It's up to her to fulfill their impossible demands to 'deserve' pity.

And THIS is moral righteousness?

But the worst part?

Abused children live in shame and terror, convinced they brought it on themselves and won't be believed.

Then here come the 'experts' blaming adult perversions on Elizabeth for turning twelve, interpreting everything she did in the worst light to justify their own raving hatred.

In doing so they confirm the fears every victim feels, perpetuating pædophilia by keeping the suffering silent.

[gentrychild]

You're a BNHA expert, and you mention sometimes that the society of BNHA is somewhat dystopian. I was just wondering if you could elaborate on that, if you don't mind.

The basis of my "bnha society is a dystopia" is the fact that the hero society is funded on making people believe that they are still normal human like before the Dawn of Quirks and distract them with flashy heroes so they don't realize that their quirks aren't just powers: they influence them.

In order to survive the Dawn of Quirks and how crazy things became, the society gaslighted the population into believing that the "no quirk use in public places or in your work without a license" rule was viable.

They literally put the right to use their quirks as much as they want into the hands of those who have a license from the government. Uraraka, someone whose quirk could be incredibly useful in the building company of her parents, can't use her own power unless she goes through a three years cursus where she has to learn how to fight and must obey the Hero Commission.

But the real problem is that quirks want to be used. The more powerful the quirk is, the more it will influence the holder.

So you have most of the population who is discouraged from using their quirks. (And isn't it interesting since several persons pointed out that the more you use your quirk, the stronger it becomes.) As for those who already have a strong quirk but unsuited to the hero life... Well, they become villains.

There is a reason why we keep getting examples of Personality Powers and Bad Powers, Bad People tropes.

The ultimate example in-universe is Toga, who repressed the urges linked to her quirk until she snapped. But we also got Tomura, who was indeed messed up by AFO but I don't think it's a coincidence that he has constant urges to destroy everything when his quirk is "Decay." I will even argue that Touya (family issues aside) being the way he is has something to do with him having a powerful quirk and suddenly being told to never use it again.

I have the absolute conviction that there would be less villains if the hero society got rid of the anti quirk laws. But the problems with less villains is that you suddenly get a ton of heroes who are doing nothing since there isn't enough criminality to justify their existence, and people start to wonder "Mmm, do we really need so much... trained soldiers? Offset of the military?"

The BNHA society is a society where the government showcases the heroes in order to have the most powerful members of society with the necessary outlets for them not to go bonkers and in order to have the general population living through them in order not to notice that they are slightly influenced by their quirks and with part of the population sacrificed into becoming the bad guys so they can justify the existence of said hero society.

+ the fact that despite what Izuku said, technology has marched on since the Dawn of Quirks. You just have to look at the support gear and the technology on I-Island and in Tartarus. However, it's explicitly stated that support gear, unless it's obtained on the black market or because you have a medical condition, is limited to heroic use.

+ the fact that since they made heroes, who are government agents, into celebrities, the Hero Commission has done some incredibly shady things behind the side in order to keep selling their fairy tale.