#mutant fake ah au

[bogosbintedthealien]

P5 x HS AU no one asked for (part 2)

Ah, I forgot I had some more stuff about this AU in my Google Docs. Just gonna dump this here as well ig.

Link to part 1.

Wow! First chapter and I completely redid it because I did not like the first idea. :DDDD This chapter’s plot was a lot better. 

Anyway, just wanted to explain everyone's horns real quick since I forgot to last chapter???. 

Akira originally was going to have the same horns as Arsene, but then I realized his ‘horns’ are ribbon-like and changed shape. The most common shape they take is weird looking and is too hard to describe, so I opted to give him Satanael’s horns. Which I think works well with Akira because they are basic looking.

Goro’s horns are the same as Loki’s. Pretty straight forward. ^^

Ann has the same horns as her halloween costume in Dancing in Starlight!

Makoto has the same horns as Anat. (Just not as low on her head, obvs.)

Haru’s horns are based on how Astarte has a crescent moon on her head. I imagine Haru’s horns are very uneven like that and if you drew a line from one end of her horn and connected it to the other, it would form the shape of a crescent moon. Does that make sense? 

Yusuke was almost given horns to resemble Susano-o’s mask/helmet thing, but I decided it would be more fitting to give him little tiny horns resembling his fox mask ears. It’s so cute???

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Your name is AKEERA KURUSU and you are a SEADWELLER. Your BLOOD color is FUCHSIA, making you a MUTANT seeing that you are male, not female. You like meowbeasts and your friends. FLARP isn’t really your thing, and you are quite the quiet fellow. By the way, your glasses are totally fake. 

You have a pet meowbeast named Morgana. He's a needy fellow, but I did mention how you love meowbeasts? You'd forgive him anytime for any transgressions. Not sure what transgressions he could possibly carry out but…the point still stands. 

Your horns are ram-like. Curving in majestic swirls. The horns always seem to get people's attention; your friends love them. 

Weirdly. 

Your right horn is damaged. A good two inches of the tip has broken off. You always tell different stories each time to get asked how this came to be. You like to get ridiculous with your stories, downright outrageous so people know you're joking. 

You're a funny guy like that. 

The real reason behind the battle scar was the altercation you were a part of a couple of suns cycles ago. Where you had been found out and exposed for what you really are, a mutant. 

Being a mutant under the new Empresses rule was a finicky thing. No one could quite agree what to do with them. If they should be put to death for their threat to the hemospectrum or coddle as a lowblood. 

Her solution for it now was simply to bring in all mutant bloods to her palace which she would store them away in a special sector. You knew that she was probably coddling them and making sure nobody culled them, but who’s to say when she decides they’re not worth it? What if she puts them all down herself, thinking it to be soft 

[ironfirewindscript]

I AM DONE WRITING DANGEROUS HANDS OMG WHAT A ROLLERCOASTER OF ALMOST A YEAR AND A HALF

[dangerous-eyes-official]

Dangerous People with Strange Eyes turned 1 today!

[ironfirewindscript]

I write a bit about other members such as Kdin and Caleb but in passing.Ray for example is only gonna be mentioned in passing with the queen Tina and the pupper Charlie once I finally getting around to finishing Dangerous Hands cause I feel it's fitting.'sides he just shows up in my fics cause he still has a Penthouse key and he's still Crew (technically)

Conflating video game characters with actual people is utterly ridiculous.  Fake AH crew isn’t Achievement Hunter IRL. It’s a video game.  People are allowed to make characters that AREN’T themselves. That’s the point of character creation and customization screens at the beginning of a game. It’s not real.  “I can’t support artists that draw AH as POC” is an utterly ridiculous statement as a whole because literally no one is drawing AH as POC. They’re drawing VIDEO GAME CHARACTERS as POC. And that’s an entirely different thing.  And you know, representation in media is important. People headcanon some characters as as trans because of the character model they choose. That’s important for people to see.  So if a character is darker skinned, it’s not because the person who made it is racist or appropriative. It’s because they wanted to make a character, and -gasp- maybe they wanted to add representation. 

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Business AU - Working Late, Part 8

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7

There’s one scene in there I had in mind ever since I started writing that small fic and HELL YEH I’m gonna draw something about it at some point because fsdfbbsfbsdhbfgsbgdfguidfg it just looks aesthetically pleasing in my head.

ENJOY.

(also reminder that I base Donnie’s place on this video. The only part I change is the “kids” area - which is horrendous imo :’D - and I make into a lab/small training area)

There was something different in the air when Vee got to work the next day. This feeling that wanted to explode out in the open, an incessant rush in her veins that made her heart beat faster whenever she’d spot the terrapin. Their tasks for the day didn’t give them much time to talk, but everytime they’d be exchanging words or documents, there was this longing sensation that slowed down time to a honey sweet pace. Fingers brushing against the other, light touches here and there. Professionalism remained king in the work place and they intended to keep it as such.

By the end of the day, she knew she couldn’t leave without at least wishing a good and proper evening to the mutant. She walked to his office, remaining at the doorframe as she watched him place various papers into a briefcase. Vee gently knocked, signaling her presence, to which Donnie responded by looking up to her and adorning the cutest smile.

“At least this time I didn’t scare you,” started the woman.

“As I said yesterday, I had a lot on my mind. At least today my thoughts are a little clearer, so I can’t be easily scared. Come in!” he added, gesturing for Vee to step inside.

“I won’t take much of your time, I just wanted to check up on you before leaving.”

The turtle placed some final documents in the case, snapping it closed afteward.

“I was actually about to leave as well. Want me to drive you back home?”

“Do you have something planned?” asked Vee, raising a brow with a small smile.

Donnie faked pondering, lightly drumming his fingers on his desk: “Hmm, I suspect I might be spending the evening with a pretty lady, if she agrees.”

“Lucky her, I’m sure she’ll say yes,” winked the woman.

Already on the move, Donnie offered a hand for Vee to hold, the duo then walking together in order to reach the indoor garage at some levels below.

“Is it okay, though? Did you have something to do after work?” asked the terrapin.

“I was planning on having a drink back home, but if I can share one with you, that’d be even better.”

“How about you have that drink at my place? I have a couple of bottles that might interest you.”

“You know that if I am to step foot into your place, I will be incredibly jealous, right? ... I’m sure you must be living in a luxurious place or something.”

“A little castle in the sky, but it sure is missing a beautiful presence inside of it.”

Vee blushed, definitely enjoying the compliments that were left here and there.

Once in the vehicle, the duo made their way to the streets, the conversation light and simply glad the week was finally over. Vee did notice that their path led them to streets that featured tall buildings in the Tribeca district. For a moment she felt out of place, definitely not the target audience for such a high-end environment, but her curiosity kept her on edge only to be able to get a view of Donnie’s place. They were first facing a tower with a blank stone facade, extending so high up in the sky. The entrance’s interior was as elegant and refined as the exterior, the place giving out this feeling of prestige from every corners. As they stepped inside an elevator, Vee’s eyes widened a little as she saw Donnie press the button for the 78th floor. Castle in the sky, indeed.

As they arrived at the desired level, they were soon facing the entry door, the turtle smirking to the woman as he held the doorknob and waited.

“Ready?”

“Open the damn thing already so I can cry a little inside,” answered Vee amusedly.

The door fully opened, she couldn’t retain her gasp as her eyes started to devour the interior of what was rightfully a penthouse.

The very first few rooms she saw around left her speechless, the single thought of ‘this is bigger than my whole damn apartment’ flooding her mind. She knew there would be more, her curiosity would lead her to visit every rooms anyway. She did notice french doors leading to an outdoor balcony, her instinct pushing her to get out and take in the view.

Stopping by the the rails, she could feel the refreshing gusts of wind go through her hair, accentuating the euphoria of being so high over the city.

“So, what do you think so far?”

She turned around to face Donnie, the terrapin leaning against the open doors’ frame, always this smile on his face - glad to see her reaction. Vee tried to play it cool, shrugging.

“Heh, I’ve seen better,” she joked.

“Ah damn, and I wanted to impress,” tsked the terrapin in a similar tone.

Vee couldn’t retain her smile any longer, happily trotting back inside.

“You still have your chances. Show me the rest!”

The lower level was also home to a small office and a formal living room, but the next area was what retained the woman’s attention the most.

The kitchen was a thing of beauty, Vee unable to resist the urge to feel the marbled island and counters, in awe of the space.

“Damn, I WISH I had such a kitchen. I'd be cooking all the time!”

“You fancy yourself as a chef?” questionned Donnie.

“I do like to experiment from times to times,” she winked back.

She clapsed her hands together, bringing another subject on a rather similar topic:

“SO! What should we eat? I could even prepare something if you want.”

The turtle waved that offer away.

“Nonsense, you're my guest, you shouldn't be doing anything of that sort. … I uh-” He opened some cupboards, then the fridge and its freezer. “Wow, I have almost nothing! Except one frozen pizza for dire situations,” he added, waving a box out in the open with an unpleased expression.

Vee was instantly on board: “You know what? Fuck yeah. It's Friday night, we deserve that.”

“Now that's a line of thought I can get behind.”

As Donnie was starting to preheat the oven, Vee got closer, some questions raising in her mind:

“Although, I'm kinda susprised you don't have much variety, judging by the size of this place.”

“Not gonna lie, I need to go grocery shopping,” shrugged the mutant. “Also that tends to happen at certain times of the month. Mikey has us go through our stock, fresh and canned, in order to donate to food banks and soup kitchens.”

“That's amazing and kind!” Vee was pleasantly surprised.

“He does have this city at heart, and he loves to give back to the people,” continued Donnie. “We all love the idea. Since we can afford pretty much anything we want, it's only fair that we help those in needs. … Heck, this city has done a lot for us in the past and we had to rely on what others were throwing away for us to survive. Now it's time to pay back.”

“I find that to be very admirable,” commented the woman gently. “… Not a lot of people would do the same.”

“Indeed. It’s not because we’re mutants that it means we’re savages. We do have some heart under our shells,” he playfully added.

The oven ready, the food was placed to cook and the tour then continued. As Vee was heading to the staircase in order to reach the upper level, Donnie stopped her, pressing a button nearby and opening a encased door in the wall to reveal a small elevator.

“Show off!” laughed Vee

“What?! It can be helpful!” he quipped back with a smile.

The second floor offered two sections, one part leading to the bedroom, but the other leading to entertainement and other things. They first got to the media room, the place cozy for a nice and quiet evening.

But Vee’s eyes brought her to the glass doors that led to a juliet balcony, not wasting any time to open them and take another good look at the city.

She sighed dreamily, barely hearing the faint clinking of glasses and a bottle opening back inside.

“You like the view, don’t you?” started Donnie as he next got near, offering her a glass of red wine.

“It looks and feels like a dream. Didn’t know such a place could be found in this city.”

As she took it, the terrapin next sled his free hand and forearm gently around her waist, unable to resist the need to feel her closer... Vee did not mind, actually leaning back a little against him, gladly taking a sip of her drink before answering:

“You’d be surprised, there are bigger places laying around.”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t look as tasteful as yours.”

“Nonsense. It only looks good right now ‘cause you’re in here. ... Any places you’re in looks a thousand times better than before.”

Vee’s blush was more apparent as she could feel the other gently nuzzle the top of her head, slowly making his way to a temple and leaving a soft kiss there.

“You’re one heck of a charmer, did you know that?” added the woman with a smirk.

“I only aim to please, I can’t help it.”

She turned to face him, raising a brow in amusement.

“And so what now? You brought me to your place only so you could woo and please me?”

“That does sound like a good plan.”

The feel of his hand next cupping her cheek brought a shiver across the woman’s body, leaning slightly to his touch. His scales did feel foreign compared to human skin, but there was a certain softness to it as well that only made her crave for more...

“Each days I wake up and wonder if meeting you was ever a dream...,” softly said the mutant.

“I wouldn’t mind making it feel a bit more real to you.”

That brought a quiet chuck out of Donnie, but also gave him enough courage to lean in and place a sweet, slow kiss on Vee’s lips. Each instances would bring their bodies closer, the duo mindlessly making their way back inside and only breaking their kiss to leave their wine glasses on a nearby coffee table. It was that magnetism, a certain je ne sais quoi that sparked that fire in them whenever they’d get that close. Last evening’s passion was still lingering and right now it felt as if there had been no break at all since then. As Vee was starting to unbutton the mutant’s shirt, both heard a beeping sound, stopping them dead in their tracks. Their eyes fell on Donnie’s right wrist - his watch.

“Shit, the food,” said the terrapin. “I, uh, I’ll be right back,” he added, trying to gain back his senses. “I’ll get it out and let it cool for a bit on the counter.”

“Sure, go,” replied Vee with a small smile, slightly flustered as she replaced her crooked glasses and moved some strands of hair away from her face.

She took back her wine as she watched him go. A part of her was telling her to slow down, but on the other hand she couldn’t deny that the need was there - on both sides. What harm could there be? It was just about having a little bit of fun... She proceeded back to the hallway, sipping as her gaze scanned the decor. She heard hurried steps in the staircase, soon Donnie’s shape coming into view. He tried to play it cool as he noticed the woman looking at him, vaguely gesturing in the kitchen’s direction downstair.

“It’s ready whenever you want.”

Vee took another sip, then adding: “We still haven’t finished the tour yet. Let’s do that first!”

“There’s not much left, but alright.”

“‘Not much left’, says the guy who lives in a two-story penthouse WITH an elevator,” pointed Vee, amused.

The mutant chuckled, inviting the woman to follow him as he left a hand at the small of her back. The next part had been completely renovated in order to have one room be a small lab, and the other one be a private gym and training area.

“What kind of trainings do you do?” inquired Vee, looking around at the equipment.

“Mostly nin-uhm, martial arts,” Donnie quickly corrected himself.

“’Nin-uhm-martial-arts’, sounds interesting,” laughed the woman. “Any specialty?”

“Bōjutsu,“ he replied, grabbing a pole from a rack nearby.

Vee whistled in appreciation, her eyes scanning the weapon.

“I’ve heard that can pack quite a punch, surprisingly.”

“It’s good to whack some butts, not gonna lie,” added Donnie, rolling the staff in one hand. Then in one swift movement he brought the woman closer, the pole resting at her back. “It can also be helpful for some maneuvers,” he ended with a smirk.

“Such a tease,” said Vee, playfully tapping at his exposed plastron. “I wouldn’t say no to a demonstration.”

“Another day, perhaps.”

He let her free, putting the staff back to its resting place

“Aight, come on, one room left!”

“What about that lab part?” asked Vee, following the terrapin next.

“There’s nothing much to see, frankly. It’s pretty messy as well.”

“Or maybe you’re just a mad scientist and you don’t want me to see your evil inventions?”

Donnie faked a surprised gasp: “Alas, you’ve uncovered my secret!”

Both were laughing as they made their way to the last room; the master bedroom.

It was quite simple and charming, but the main feature remained the large windows that gave that same phenomenal view of the city. Vee took some time to appreciate the decor, sipping the last drops of wine from her glass.

“... I can’t imagine waking up every day with such a view,” she mused, her gaze drifting back to the windows. “You must feel on top of the world.”

“Wait, I can make it even better,” said the other as he moved to the light switch.

As soon as he turned the lights off, the room’s atmosphere changed, suddenly illuminated by a sea of stars below them.

Envelopped in darkness, yet glistening in colorful lights, Vee felt at peace - a hidden watcher over this tumultuous city. She next felt her glass gently get taken away from her hold, the mutant leaving it on a small table nearby. It didn’t take long for him to get back close to her, his arms surrounding Vee’s form as he stood behind her. The woman easily slipped into that feel good moment, closing her eyes and exposing a faint smile on her lips. He felt so strong, yet tender - the promise of a good man that would never do her wrong...

“... I’m so glad you’re here,” he murmured, his hands travelling along Vee’s arms in light touches.

Oh to hell with it. She decided to move out of Donnie’s hold, proceeding to remove her shirt. She turned around to face him, noticing his gaze studying her form and probably a bit surprised to suddenly see her in her bra. But she didn’t give a damn. That’s what she wanted.

“And I’m glad to be here,” she answered calmly.

She heard that deep churr rise again in the mutant’s chest, an expression of desire which would entice her so much in return... Vee couldn’t help bringing her hands to his exposed chest, feeling the faint vibration and appreciating the texture of his plastron. Her touch lowered, continuing her previous task of unbuttoning his shirt. The turtle helped a bit by detaching another button behind his neck and then at his lower back, allowing the clothing to be properly removed from around his shell’s attachment. Without a shirt, Vee could rightfully observe the terrapin’s muscles, her fingers lightly hovering his toned arms and appreciating every inches of what she saw. All it took was for their gazes to cross, her greens in his golds, to bring back that same need from earlier. Kiss me again and again, and never stop...

The feel of his lips was pure addiction at this point. A slow dance that lightened up all her senses. Soon enough he was sitting down on the bed, Vee inviting herself unto his lap only so she couldn’t break their kissing. To feel his three-fingered hands across her skin kept her in such an incessant need, feeling like she was drowning in-between her legs. The terrapin dared to unclasp and remove her bra, although the whole movement felt very natural. In return, the woman removed her glasses, as well as Donnie’s, taking a moment to admire his traits.

“... You have such beautiful eyes,” she cooed, next tenderly sliding his bandana away.

She couldn’t get over the feeling of his scales under her fingers, soon nuzzling his cheek and her lips trailing light kisses here and there.

“Fais-moi l’amour (make love to me),” she whispered.

Donnie answered with a stronger churr, his hands travelling lower on Vee’s body only to bring her closer into one delicious wave motion, her lower core meeting his hidden erection. The movements were repeated, getting a momentarily release for all that sudden need. It was when he started to hear quiet moans out of her that he decided ‘screw it‘ and proceeded to shift her position to have her lay on the bed, on her back. Bringing himself over her, he left some kisses on her lips before starting to trail along her features, his tone husky as he started:

“You smell nice...”

He went along her throat, his pace slow and delightful. His path led him lower and lower, from her breasts to her stomach.

“I’m sure you taste nice too,” he added.

Sitting on his knees, he brought Vee’s hips over his thighs, but he gave himself a pause, his palm caressing the front part of her jeans.

“You good? You still wanna go on with this?” asked the terrapin.

She nodded, biting her lip in delight.

“Absolutely, or else I wouldn’t be laying here, half naked. ... What about you?”

He smiled, already at the task of unbuttoning and unzipping Vee’s pants.

“I never want to stop.”

In one swift movement, he removed her panties as well, undressing her completely without issue. He took a moment to study her form softly illuminated by the lights outside. She was a work of art to his eyes and right now he felt like the luckiest man alive... He lovingly squeezed her hips and altered with languid caresses over the woman’s skin, only to next bring one of his hands closer to her core, his thumb starting in slow circles over her clit. He could feel the relief washing over Vee’s body, her waist lightly following his motion only so she could feel more. The greater her need, the more Donnie didn’t want to let go. He even got to slip one finger in her at some point, her moans an absolute delight as he took his time. After a moment, he dared get his finger out, his gaze plunged in Vee’s as he licked his digit with a low churr.

“... You do taste nice,” he commented lovingly. “Now I wonder how you’d feel around me.”

Vee was unable to speak, her heart beating so hard and throwing any reason out the window... As she saw Donnie about to unzip his pants, she got on the move and decided to take the matter in her own hands. They joined in a kiss as she got to the task, the mutant’s hands caressing her skin and sometimes getting lost in her hair, visibly as much in need as her for their imminent union. He was able to get out of his pants and underwear in a slight clumsy fashion, but he was quickly back on his knees, allowing Vee to observe him. Of a mixed pink and purple color, his penis did present some characteristics that were not human, such as a slightly flared tip. As it had been internal until now, the organ was coated in natural lubricant when out, most probably allowing for an easier penetration and accomodation to any partner. He was a bit longer than what Vee ever experienced with other partners, but right now her desire was surpassing any concerns. They didn’t need to speak, Vee bringing the mutant into another kiss, allowing herself to climb back into his lap only for their cores to meet and rub in a delicious manner. The world around them was a blur of shadows and lights, only their presence the most real and tangible aspect in the room. Their thoughts were a cloud of mixed emotions, but right now what mattered most was that they wanted this. They needed this. A demonstration of love they’ve been holding back for some time now... Donnie instinctively started to shift forward, getting Vee back on the mattress. He was careful enough to hold back some of his weight on her, having enough strength to sustain himself, even when the woman would cling to him. He felt her legs gently caress along his, finding the best position to hold close to his hips, his shell proving to be somewhat of a challenge. That slight shift in her position allowed for better friction, the turtle’s languid motions bringing delighted mewls out of Vee. At some points he could feel his tip trying to slip in, to which he thought ‘fuck it’ and decided to go all in. Vee’s gasp brought him to a pause, remaining inside of her only so she could adjust.

“You okay?” he murmured, encouraging her with some kisses here and there on her features.

She nodded, her fingers lovingly going across his scales at his neck and shoulders.

“I’ll go slow, I promise,” he added.

He’d never excuse himself if he ever were to hurt her, anyway. His churr rumbled again as he slowly moved his hips in a circular motion, Vee sticking to him like glue. Her toes were curling due to pleasure, her body soon following Donnie’s pattern only to better meet his thrusts. Some slurred “fuck” and “oh oui” would leave her at times, sometimes interrupted by kisses that translated all the desire in her. At some point Donnie shifted their position so they would lay on their sides, still facing eachother. He helped one of Vee’s leg to stay up, his palm resting behind her thigh, allowing her to feel his muscles at work.

“You feel so good,” he complimented, back into an amorous motion.

The friction created by this new proximity was bringing Vee on edge. She was unable to answer anything, her breathing making her lose her words. It was the only encouragement the mutant needed, nuzzling her as he kept going. Everything felt so natural. As if all the pieces of an intricate puzzle had finally been assembled. There was this sensation of completion between them, knowing that something in their bond would definitely shift - hopefully for the best.

“You like that, baby? I won’t stop. I wanna feel you cum around me...”

She moaned his name in return, her eyes remaining shut as she lost herself even more in the moment. Every touches and kisses heightened all sensations, bringing both of them to an edge they so very craved for. Feeling Vee’s body tensing up slightly, the terrapin knew she was close to an orgasm, lightly squeezing his hold on her and bringing her into a french kiss. His thrusts were a little more forceful, their bodies tingling in anticipation. It was when she gasped for air, her nails digging into his scales, that he knew she was high on a cloud. He could feel her walls deliciously clamp around him, the sensation bringing him to his own edge as well. His orgasm brought him to slow his pace to long and langorous pumps. Their moans intertwined, riding this wave together. Neither of them wanted to depart once the high died down, keeping close and slowly petting eachother. Vee did bring Donnie’s attention on her as she left small kisses along his jawline. His golden eyes seemed to shine in this surreal lighting, conveying many unspoken words. There was this feeling of peace he never experienced with anyone else before. An affirmation that this was where he belonged, in her arms, as well as she belonged in his. They were still connected and it felt so right...

“Well, now that really opened my appetite,” finally said Vee with a small smile.

He smiled in return, leaving a kiss on her forehead. His appetite was growing as well, and for many things too...

***

Only wearing their underwears and glasses, both were now cuddled up in blankets on the couch in the media room, the television on to a random channel as they were eating their pizza (which they had to reheat, to their amusement). As they finished their meal, Vee did not mind cuddling closer to the turtle, simply enjoying eachother’s presence. Her attention did drift from the television at some point, observing Donnie’s traits instead. She was used to seeing him with his purple bandana, but even with a bare face and only his glasses he still had a lot of charms. He had a kind face and the cutest snout, the mere sight of him a wonder when compared to humankind. The terrapin did notice her focus on him at some point, smirking.

“Yes? Can I help you, madame?”

“I have a question.”

“Outrageous,” he added playfully. “... Do tell.”

She shifted her position a bit, bringing an arm against his chest, softly petting the scales at his collarbone and base of his neck.

“Why do you and your brothers wear those bandanas? ... If it’s too personal, you don’t need to answer.”

His smile was renewed and sweet, his arm around her bringing his hand to pet her shoulder and skin in return.

“I don’t mind answering at all, although I’ll skip some details.... But long story short, it was a gift given to us by our father, years ago. It has a great significance for us and it’s still a great proof of all we had to learn and overcome in order to be who we are today.”

“Something symbolic then, that’s nice,” added Vee. “As long as it brings something positive in your life, that sure can be as nice as anything. .... Also, not gonna lie, purple looks good on you.”

“It’s my favorite and it’s the best color, that’s why! What’s your favorite color?”

Vee was amused by this simple question, but that brought her to move once more. She was now straddling the terrapin, her eyes scanning him as she answered:

“It’s green.”.

“Oh,” added the other in amusement. “So I guess I must be quite the jackpot for you?”

"You're everything I want..."

There was no ounce of hesitation as she leaned forward to give him a sweet kiss. Donnie easily gave in, his hands resting at the small of the woman’s back This time there was no shyness in-between them, only comfort and peace. Soon enough the television was nothing but background noise as they kept going for a second round that night...

((Part 9))

[sourstares]

my todobaku/bakutodo fic recs list aaa!! i had to narrow it down a lot but these are most of my absolute favorites.

cruel to be kind by shaekspeares

(i literally. will cry over this fic i will never get overt his fic. this is literally what i dream of being able to create this fic is everything. if i could write like this i would just start sobbing.)

Over the course of a year, Katsuki Bakugou develops in the aftermath of the League of Villains run in. Introspection has never been his strong suit. Also, Todoroki is there- increasingly present, increasingly bothersome, and eliciting increasingly confusing feelings. Kidnapping was easier than this.

[alt: a look at todobakus evolving relationship from the perspective of one troubled lil asshole]

always gotta backtrack also by shaekspeares

(have to put this one too because it makes me sick from just. wanting to be able to do this with words. i love it so much please read everything by this author jesus god)

A kidnapping, a double dose of truth serum and a snowstorm walk into a bar- or no, wait, that’s just one day on the job for Bakugou. And then Todoroki shows up to reap the benefits.

It’s Just You by Ellessey

(just a really good confession fic to take a break from conflict. great balance of sweet and funny, bakugou pov, also the rest of the class is there which i like so much!)

"If we get it wet it'll stay in pretty waves when you take the braid out," Aoyama offers, and the mental image makes something snap inside of Katsuki.

"Ah," Shouto says with a gentle laugh. "That's alright. Maybe next time."

Next time? Next time Shouto turns up with his hair woven into this soft, intricate arrangement that is sending every bit of Katsuki's resolve up in smoke? How the fuck is he supposed to handle a next time?

--

Bakugou Katsuki has always had a lot of feelings about Shouto's hair. Seeing it in a French braid might be the thing that makes him stop keeping them to himself.

wanna put my tender heart in a blender by lelex

(makes me want to cry! tdbk as close friends and pro heroes after ua, really amazing hero work writing! very good and sweet and funny and has a really great dramatic point towards the end.)

Todoroki won’t eat anything peach flavored and likes his water exactly room temperature. He won’t let Katsuki make their tea because “he does it wrong” even though he does it absolutely right. He once made Katsuki listen to voice recordings of one of his cats meowing at different times of the day to “see if she sounded more melancholy earlier in the morning.” For being like, kind of jacked, his hips and shoulders and elbows are bony as fuck. He, as a rule, has to sleep on the right side of the bed or he can’t sleep at all. Katsuki fucking hates him.

And now previously empty corners of his brain are filled with all of this dumb shit about stupid Todoroki and he has to cart it around all the fuckin’ time.

the drawing board by strangergods

(i literally binge read this last night at 4am and it made me sick with feelings!! it’s the slow reveal darkish twist recovery/therapy heavy angst hurt/comfort fic of my dreams. i wish my angst was this painful oh my god. anyway.)

He understands, intellectually, that other people must do something with their day that doesn’t involve working out or getting beat up by super-powered mutant criminals or harassing one’s boyfriend into fucking them sideways. It’s just that he can’t quite picture doing it himself.

--

Todoroki takes up a hobby.

with you, it’s different by brioche

(conflict! it’s so good the conflict is amazing i am so excited. and an eight year slow burn jesus christ! i really like this one, especially pre/during confession.)

Four times that Bakugou goes with Shouto to visit his mother at the hospital, and the time that she leaves it to visit them.

all’s well that ends well and all’s well that ends by djbunn3

(um this is mine! i’m still working on it but i’m really excited for it, it’s the first fic i’ve been excited for in a really really long time. it’s a slow burn future/fake dating au with some currently undisclosed past conflict between tdbk, so if that sounds good to you then please check it out!)

The plan is simple: Shouto is to fake a romantic relationship with Bakugou. He is to convince everyone--friends, fans, colleagues--that they are, or very soon will be, in love. No one aside from the two of them and their agencies is allowed to know the truth--that their relationship is simply and entirely platonic. (If he can even call it that, considering the fact that they’ve barely spoken in the past three years.) Everything is riding on this lie--if Shouto’s faulty memory or Bakugou’s sudden secrecy get in the way, it could cost them their jobs, their futures, their friendship… No one is allowed to step out of line. No one is allowed to break character. No one can know the truth. Though the deeper they go and the closer they get, the less sure Shouto is that he knows it himself.

(the tdbk fake dating au that's not quite what it seems.)

[victorluvsalice]

AU Thursday: Some “Fallout of Darkness” Shitposting

Victor: [putting on a polished metal helmet, welding goggles, a scavenged raider chest piece, some leather arm armor, and one metal leg piece over his Vault 111 jumpsuit] All right! Time to show those raiders harassing Ten Pines Bluff what for! They won’t know what hit them!

Victor: [catches sight of himself in a reflective surface]

Victor: . . .alternatively they’ll take one look at me and laugh themselves to death.

---

Victor: [post-taking out the Raiders and reporting back to Preston] I’d be happy to join the Minutemen! Makes me feel good, making a little difference in this new world.

Preston: Great! Welcome aboard! And don’t worry, I’ll be right beside you all the way -- General.

Victor: [laughing at what he thinks is a silly nickname] You’re calling me “General” now?

Preston: Well, the leader of the Minutemen has always held the rank of “General.”

Victor: [suddenly realizing he’s serious] Wait, what? I thought -- don’t you --

Preston: That's not who I am. I can get my men through a firefight. I can defend a perimeter against all odds. We need someone who can bring the whole Commonwealth together in a common cause. And I think you've got it in you to be that leader. 

Victor: . . .

Victor: [with CHARISMA: 2 practically flashing above his head in neon] Y-you’re sure about that?

---

Piper: [pen and pad out, approaching Alice] So, Fangs --

Alice: [blinking] What?

Piper: You know, because you’re -- [mimes fangs with her fingers]

Alice: [raising an eyebrow] Seriously. Victor’s “Blue” because of his jumpsuit, and I’m “Fangs” because of my teeth. Piper, you are horrible with nicknames.

Piper: I am not.

Preston: What’s going on?

Alice: I think Hat here was trying to get my opinion for an article.

Piper: HAT?!

---

Strong: [after having defended a settlement from raiders] Strong learn new word today. Strong learn “respect.”

Victor: Respect? You -- respect me, Strong?

Strong: Yes. Strong respect human. Human fight good. Human help Strong. Super Mutants are brothers. Brothers share all. Not own things like humans. Human share like brother. Super Mutants fight. Kill not talk. Human kill not talk. Human would be good Super Mutant.

Victor: [sweating, fake smile] Why, ah, t-thank you, Strong. I -- I r-respect you too. [to himself] Oh God how many people have I killed around just him damn it Victor --

---

Bullet: [seeing Victor and Alice traveling with Billy Peabody] Hey. Nice ghoul kid. He for sale?

Victor: . . .what?

Alice: How dare you?!

Bullet: Hey, a ghoul kid like him is worth a fair --

Victor: [shoots Bullet without a second thought]

Affinity message: [Alice loves you]

Affinity message, five seconds later, as Alice furiously blushes despite being technically dead: [THAT. Alice loved THAT.]

---

Victor: [having a small breakdown post-having it out with Father after Bunker Hill in the Railroad HQ] He said he wanted to name me his successor! Director of the Institute! I -- I am General of the Minutemen, Overseer of Vault 88, I was Overboss of fucking Nuka-World -- despite the guy who set me up for the position knowing I was with the Minutemen -- and now this! Why do people keep wanting to shove me into positions of power?

Deacon: Because you’re just so gosh-darn lovable!

Victor: Fuck you, Deacon.

Deacon: You can’t, I’m not romanceable.

Victor: I’m not in the mood for fourth wall breaks Deacon

---

Victor: [in the middle of Nuka-World] You ready Alice? [in response to her nod] Here we go!

Victor + Alice: [driving out of Nuka-World in the vintage Corvega from Bradburton’s hidden chamber, wearing novelty Nuka-Cola sunglasses, “Boss Ass Bitch” playing on the radio]

Alice: [looking out the window, lifting her sunglasses] Is that the remains of a drive-through Slocum Joe’s?

Victor: [looks as well with a smile]

Victor + Alice: [drive and song continues as they sip drinks -- Victor’s what is clearly a homemade “latte” probably made with mutfruit or something, Alice’s just straight up blood]

---

Random Settler: Wait, both of you are from before the bombs fell?

Victor: Yup -- cryonic freezing in my case, thanks to Vault-Tec.

Alice: Staked and left under a pile of rubble for over two centuries, somehow.

Random Settler: Wow. I haven’t gotten a chance to really talk to any pre-War ghouls, so -- what was the world like? Before?

Victor + Alice: [in unison] Shit.

[kurtty-drabbles]

House of M- Redone

N/A: I think I did a House of M before. One where Kitty helps Wanda and Pietro and that´s cool, but, I had an idea for this au, and well, let´s see if I can do here.

@dannybagpipesarecalling @djinmer4 @bamfoftheundead @muninandhugin 

One thing must be said about professor Katherine Anne Pryde. One of many things if you ask anyone that knows this professor even for one day. The woman takes her job seriously-the school was in dire need of a mutant to teach the history of mutants once proving the teacher wasn´t a real mutant and such employment could cause a scandal- all her 22 students are equal in her eyes.

Now, is important to point out how this school, in Genosha, is not exactly top-notch or elite like as the school where the Princes of Genosha attended- the School Emma Frost owns has all the stereotype images of elite and Emma never shies away- the education system in Genosha is great, but, still Kitty´s school is not an elite. No one in her classroom is a future king, or has omega level powers or is the reincarnation of a great figure- as Kitty never look down at any of her students.

Now! let be register in any record available that Kitty Pryde takes her job seriously. Donning herself with her most comfortable jeans and wearing a white shirt- her Magen David in display and proudly as always- the teacher is counting the heads of her students. "22 as always, thank god. I didn´t lose anyone...for now" Kitty jokes and her students follow along.

"Teacher...what about Larry?" 

"Larry...is our secret" she makes a shush sign and wink at them. A few chuckles happen and now she´s back to the program. "Ok, everyone knew knows what are you looking?" the question has Kitty point directly to the big museum- the words museum is extremely hard to miss- as a few hands raise.

"We´re here to see the story of Genosha and our founders. And to be away from our class" and the other kids' nods. Kitty feels old as she´s not getting the joke nor the memes they´re sharing, well, it doesn´t matter in the end. She´s here to do her job.

"Correct and most important..." her words die-off in her lips and even brains as Emma Frost is climbing down the stairs with her little students- some of them are the princes of Genosha-wearing a smirk hauntingly beautiful for a woman who only wears white.

"Well, well, well. What we have here? a little cat" Emma spares no punches. "A school trip or are you with your kids? Did Piotr finally got his wish?" and Kitty is a professional and she knows that punches the daylight of Emma is a big no(for many, many reasons)

"No, Emma. Thank you for caring. I´m here with my students to see the museum...and I ought to teach all of them the importance of not dress like a whore, something you must teach your students...right, Emma?" she feigns innocence as her big doe eyes transmit nothing but good-will towards another professional.

Emma looks back to see her students equally confused. "We´re going back...oh, Kitty, carefully, the guide´s name is Peter but I heard he´s married already" and she fakes concern putting her hand on her heart as if taking real pity of the situation.

"Ah, thank you for the warning, by the way, Scott always loved and will always love Jean Grey. Had a nice life and try to not be naked on your way back" Kitty states cheerfully as Emma leaves not looking back.

Kitty´s students- Mercury, Rockslide, Pixie to name a few- did a clumsy bow. The future ruler of Genosha is there and while they want to show respect for this future leader, and the kids have many people in their lives hamming this idea into their minds, they aren´t sure how to do the bow. The result? something too clumsy to resemble a bow.

Well, the princes didn´t seem to care.

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The museum has a renovation and it shows. Long gone are the days where the building would resemble a haunting church. Kitty is guiding her students- the guide, Peter, had to take a leave to solve a problem and Kitty is more than well-prepared to do this job-to each section of the museum.

Many questions are being made right now. "Hey, hey. One at a time" Kitty chided them. They didn´t seem to care though.

"Teacher, what´s this?" she points to the war section. To be more exact, to the many fights the X-men fought in the past. Kitty follows her gaze and seems to get the underline question here.

"The X-men in the past fought many adversaries. Bigger than you can imagine. This one here...is Apocalypse" and the students are muttering among themselves impressed by the sculpture- it was a bit of controversy as the X-men feel it would be as if they´re giving a shrine to Apocalypse, but, a deal was made and in the end, a small size sculpture of Apocalypse is in the museum- "and he caused a great problem to the team"

"He killed Prof X...right?"

"Right...he did and Jean Grey was the one to finally locked him in his tomb"

"Will he come back?"

Maybe...he was locked. Not killed.

"Of course not. Jean Grey took care of that"

______________________________________________________________________________________

"Alright, who can tell me the names of the original X-men?" Kitty asked as this prompts all the other kids to stop and think. Few hands are raised.

"There´s Logan" and Kitty crosses her arms in an X position. "Wrong. Logan was never an X-men. He helps them here and there but he is not an X-men nor Avenger" 

Silence is her ally.

"First we have Jean Grey" she look at them bemused. How they did not know Jean Grey is the first X-men? "she is one of the most powerful mutants in the group"

"Second, we have Dr. Hank MCcoy"

"Third we have Iceman aka Bobby Drake"

"Fourth, we have Scott Summers" a few hands raise up to speak and Kitty can roll her eyes already knowing the answer. "Yes, my bad. Mr. Scott Grey"

"And finally, we have Angel aka Warren Warrington"

The students are taking photos of the original team. Making jokes about how young they all look "defeating evil wearing that? They´re fearless"

________________________________________________________________________________________

Kitty claps her hands together and has a big grin on her face. "Ok, kids. This is where the good part begins. Do you reconize those 3 in the painting?" and the students send a sarcastic no to her face. Kitty ignores them. "This is Pietro, the prince of Genosha and the diplomat of our land. This is Lorna, the mistress of magnetism and this...this is our Witch Queen, Wanda"

And the students take pictures and take a moment to admire this moment. "and their father?" Kitty rubs her arms and refuses to lie. "Magneto is a complex story, even to a bystander, Magneto is banished from Genosha and is whereabouts is unknown" and her words sink in for the others.

Suddenly a hole in the wall appears. The one and only Juggernaut appears and speaks. "I´m Juggernaut, Bitch" and the children scream -some take selfies- and Kitty is in front of the students. "And I want the princes of Genosha"

Oh yes, he´s dumb.

Oh no, he´s dumb and strong.

_________________________________________________________________________________________

He´s big. He´s dumb. I can work with that. 

Kitty looks at the students and hissed. "when I count to 3 runs to the exit, got it?" and they nod in silence.

"1" Juggernaut is in a position to attack. Head-fist is his special move.

"2" she can feel the tension.

"3!" she said and the kids run as Juggernaut is stuck on the flooring-half of his body is stuck in the flooring-Kitty´s powers are far more useful than anyone would give credit. The kids managed to leave the museum and Juggernaut is now pissed.

Kitty crackle her knuckles. "Wanna stay here to cool off?" she suggests deadpan.  Juggernaut has a smart reply and sadly it can´t be appreciated as Kitty doesn´t seem to understand stupidity fluently as he does. "Fine, let´s end this soon"

And she caught a whiff of brimstone. "The cavalry is here" in his german accent and Kitty can reconize one of the most famous mutants in the Red Guard.

"You´re late," said Kitty open the bottom case of Juggernaut´s helmet. She chides him without looking at the azzure figure of Nightcrawler. She can miss his astonishment expression.

Juggernaut, however, is not here to take autographs from Nightcrawler. And using his superior strength the man breaks the flooring and is now free.

"Miss, let the professional" he stops as Kitty looks at him with fire in her eyes. "do you have a plan, Nightcrawler?" and she smirks as she says. "I do...can you give me a sword?" 

The nerve of this woman!

And Juggernaut is angry. Juggernaut ignored Nightcrawler to go chasing Kitty. "Come back here, Bitch"

"I´m not Juggernaut!"

Kurt Wagner watches the scene with his jaw drop.

Snapping from his daze, the mutant goes after the strange woman. Kurt notices her intangibility and how she´s pressing the second bottom on his helmet.

Oh...OH...

And Kurt is quick to press the remain buttons and taking his helmet off.

Mark Cain is now powerless without the helmet. And Kurt can take care of the rest.

"That was incredibly risque of you" Kurt begins looking up and down to the woman-in no moment she ever said she was an X-men or Avenger which makes her action even more reckless- "But at the same time...that was incredibly brave of you, thank you"

"Thank you...he tried to hurt my students...motherfucker had come"

Who is this woman?

"What´s your name, fraulein?"

"Uhm, what´s yours?"

"My name is Kurt Wagner, I´m from the Red Guard"

"I´m Kitty Pryde. History teacher" and adds. "no swords?"

"No swords, miss History teacher...is against the laws"

"Damn"

________________________________________________________________________________________

"Wow! Rogue" Kitty said as she saw Rogue carrying Mark Cain to the van without breaking a sweat. Kitty and the students are impressed to see Rogue, however, Kurt is not amused she´s showing more reaction to his own sister than him.

"I´m still here, you know..."

"I know...and we fought against Juggernaut" and she winks at him. Kurt is never this confused about a woman as he´s now.

__________________________________________________________________________________

Emma Frost is ever happy that Juggernaut is a complete moron and mistakes the future leaders or leader- is not sure if Wanda´s sons would want to share the throne or not. They both seem uninterested now- of Genosha with Kitty´s students.

"Miss Frost...are you and Miss Pryde in love?" one of her students dare to make such an idiotic question.

They´re only children after all.

"EWW. If I have to date a woman...I can pick someone who is on my age and has a better fashion sense than Kitty...plus, I meet Kitty when she was a teen and it would be eww in so many ways"

[poisonedapples]

"going somewhere?" and platonic logince?

Core Four AU Prompts!

Taglist: @romansleftshoulderpad @dr-gloom @killjoy-3000 @the-smol-est @stop-it-anxiety @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2 @localagendergrape

Logan was a curious person by nature. Every time he saw something slightly out of the norm, he needed to examine it to the last detail. To find out how it worked, what it did, to understand every part of it to satisfy his craving for knowledge. Virgil’s house was full of treasures that gave him this craving.

Logan’s personal favorite goldmine for curiosity was the Tech Lab. Full of Virgil’s gadgets with abilities he’s never seen before, tinker toys and highly advanced supercomputers alike, all in the same area. It was a magical place for him to study, no matter how much Logan didn’t want to admit it.

But recently, Logan had discovered Virgil’s snails.

It made sense, he supposed. Virgil is a wealthy superhero, so with that doesn’t exactly come dull moments. And his amount of wealth often brings feelings of acting on impulse due to not having anything to stop him. So maybe Virgil wanted a pet, and decided to get one low maintenance. Which ended in him having five snails all with...equal amounts of generation z humor in their names.

...Logan’s favorite was “Remington Snailers The Third”. But Virgil’s not allowed to know that.

He’s not allowed to know Logan’s interested in them so much period. He wasn’t ready to find out if Virgil would ever make fun of him for so much of his curiousity, which is why he was doing his observing long after Virgil had gone to bed. It was easier this way, in the dark and being able to smile freely without worry of any possible judgment. A feeling Logan didn’t get so often at this age.

But he didn’t seem to be the only one awake. Out of the corner of his eye, Logan saw a figure moving outside the door of the “snail room”, as Virgil had dubbed it. Shooting his head over and coming back to his original stoic face, Logan looked closely. The figure was slowly prying open a window in the living room, red cape with stars flowing once the wind started to enter the penthouse.

...What? “Going somewhere?” Logan called out, seeing Roman, back in his costume, freeze in place. The tears in his boots still prominent from their mutant chicken fight earlier. “I thought we all agreed to relax for the rest of the day?”

Roman laughed nervously, his eyes hidden in his mask, but based on the uneasiness of his smile, Logan could tell he was trying to fake cockiness. “Well, technically it’s midnight so it’s no longer today, so...”

Logan glared at him. Roman shrunk a little in his spot. “Where are you planning to go?”

“Just...out on patrol! Maybe do a couple things, the city doesn’t rest when we do, you know!”

“That is true. However, if something happens we’ll end up finding out. We shouldn’t be losing sleep over hypothetical crimes that may not even be happening. ...Or do you possibly have another motive?”

Roman’s shoulders sagged, the brightness in his smile disappearing as he became solemn. Soft and genuine and vulnerable. “...It just helps me feel brave. On nights like these.”

“...Ah. I can understand that.”

“Am I brave, Logan? Can I do good things?”

Logan sighed, walking over and sitting on the couch next to the window Roman was still ready to slip through. “Of course you can, but you don’t need to prove that to anybody. Those who know who you are will know the truth.”

Roman stared out the open window for a small moment, looking up at the city from the height of the penthouse. A single car horn went off. The buildings still shined beautifully from afar. Roman stared at the lights of the amusement park for far too long.

But eventually, Roman closed the window, but didn’t take off his mask.

It helps me feel brave on nights like these.

[euphreana]

Tourmaline FAQs

I've been seeing a lot of these questions popping up on youtube and other places so I figured I'd answer them all in one place.

-

Q: GARNET WOULD NEVER DO THAT.

A: Agreed, the real Garnet wouldn't. However in this AU, she never cooled down after seeing the fusion mutants (remember the first time they saw those?) so she's too steamed to think straight.

Q: Why does Peridot have her limb enhancers even though she was poofed?

A: At the time this was written (four whole years ago,) we had no idea Peridot was smol. It was guessed that her arms were fake, but we had no idea that her legs were too. (So in the comic those are her real legs.)

Q: Why doesn't Steven just heal Peridot? A: There was a point in time where Steven's healing spit stopped working for a while. This is that time. (This is also mentioned on page 10 of chapter 1.) 

Q: ASDEVLRCINTCNTL UPDATE MORE!

A: Ah... Well, I guess if you wanna see more, you could check out my Patreon to see pages early!

https://www.patreon.com/euphreana

[irelise]

the yew tree 3.3a/3.4

Erik has worked with Sebastian Shaw ever since Shaw rescued him from human experimentation when he was a boy. He is reluctantly enlisted to assist in Shaw’s newest scheme: seducing the wealthy and enigmatic Lord Xavier to claim his vast fortune. With Shaw posing as Xavier’s doctor, Erik goes undercover as Xavier’s personal manservant to convince him to fall in love with Shaw.

But Xavier has secrets of his own, and it isn’t long before Erik starts having second thoughts about the whole thing…

Featuring mysteries, hidden agendas, and a whole heap of master/servant tropes.

(the handmaiden inspired au - no canon knowledge required

part one and two now on ao3!

beginning of part 3)

Warnings for this part: Canon-typical violence and death Rating: M Word count: 2917 Notes: holy shit i’ve been so late with these updates, but the end is in sight! Next part is definitely the last, we only have two scenes left to go \o/

Shaw is waiting to spirit them away. He stands in the middle of the road, a tall dark figure idling by an automobile. Under Shaw’s watchful eye, Erik clambers into the driver’s seat while Shaw ushers Charles into the back, his voice dripping like honey as he fusses over Charles, all false solicitousness, and Erik grits his teeth and seethes quietly to himself.

The engine purrs to life under Erik’s touch and he spares a moment to admire the fine workmanship, knowing this journey may be their last moment of calm before all hell breaks loose. Before, he might not have particularly cared. Now, he takes the time to run his senses across the metal, enjoying its pleasant hum as he taps on the accelerator. The ink-dark countryside unfurls in front of him as he drives, and the journey would be perfectly tranquil if not for Shaw. In the rearview mirror, Erik can see him gathering Charles close. Shaw knows how to play the role of a doting lover; he leans in, mouth brushing against the shell of Charles’ ear as he murmurs something. Charles’ lashes flutter in response and Shaw smiles, arranging the two of them so that Charles’ head is pillowed against his shoulder, and Erik frowns at the way Charles just lets him, pliant as a little ragdoll. It isn’t long before Charles’ face goes slack with sleep, but Erik can see a small line of tension furrowing the space between his eyebrows, and he knows Charles is less at peace than he appears.

Still, nothing prepares Erik for the sudden whisper of Charles’ voice: Erik? Erik, can you hear me?

Erik’s fingers twitch violently on the steering wheel, shock flooding his mind. You’re in my head. Charles had never used his telepathy with him before. He thought Charles’ abilities would be weak from disuse, but the hint of Charles’ power brushing against his mind feels impossibly vast, deep and boundless as the sky at dusk.

Yes. Is that fine with you? We need to talk.

Of course. Perhaps he should be uneasy with a telepath rummaging around his head – certainly, he would never trust Emma in the same way – but right now, Charles’ powers are simply breathtaking.

He can feel Charles’ surprise colouring his mind, quickly followed by warm gratitude. Thank you.

Talk to me, is Shaw planning anything we need to know about?

The marriage ceremony will be carried out tonight. Afterwards… Erik can feel a chill creep through their connection, a gathering of dark clouds. He’ll consummate the marriage.

No!

Charles continues as if he had not heard the red-hot flare of denial. Within the week he’ll have secured the fortune. He plans to kill you after that, although he’s yet to work out the specifics. We were planning to fake my death so Uncle won’t have any reason to search for me; Shaw intends to stage an automobile accident. A rather explosive one, shall we say. The sort that leaves behind nothing but a corpse charred beyond identification.

Using my body, you mean. Well, it’s a sound plan. No reason we can’t turn it back around on Shaw.

Charles’ presence in his head goes pensive and thoughtful. No. No, I don’t see a reason to stage my death anymore. I can’t spend the rest of my life running from Uncle.

And Shaw?

What about him?

He needs to die, Charles, you know that.

…Yes. Yes, I know.

Erik thought he would feel triumphant at dragging the concession out of Charles, but instead he’s left strangely unsatisfied. So you’ll help me?

That was never in question. But I’m concerned about the potential fallout.

What do you mean?

Uncle’s research. I’m thinking about the best way to help our people. I think I may have a plan, but it would require me to step into the spotlight – and the last thing we need is for a bloody, brutal murder to be traced back to the two of us. If we must deal wi– if we must kill Shaw, then let’s do it in a manner that is more subtle.

I don’t care how we do it as long as we don’t leave him to walk free. What do you have in mind?

Shaw promised me something at the start of all this. A tool to escape my uncle for once and for all. Let’s see if he keeps his promise.

***

The wedding is a hurried, emotionless affair. The officiant rushes the couple through their vows, and when Shaw bends to kiss Charles, Charles merely blinks at him placidly even as Erik sees red. He calms only when Shaw steps away to sign the marriage document, especially when he feels Charles' presence slips into his head once more.

The officiant has been handsomely paid off, he won't ask any questions. Whatever Charles is feeling, it's locked tight away somewhere Erik can't reach; all he senses is a steel wall of resolve. After we're gone, he'll conveniently forget to file the marriage certificate.

Are you going to wipe all his memories of tonight?

Erik glimpses a flash of regret, then the walls rise up once more. I should, shouldn't I?

You know it has to be done. You won't cause any permanent damage, I've seen Emma Frost wipe memories all the time.

You're right, of course. I'll do what I have to. To keep us safe.

Charles' presence fades away again. The sham of a ceremony ends; Erik sees Shaw pull Charles to one side, and he strides forward just fast enough to catch the tail end of what Shaw is saying: "-not to use it so soon, hmm? We have a fun night ahead of us." Shaw’s thin lips twitch in a familiar, mocking smile, and light glints off his hand as he passes something to Charles.

"Ah, Erik!" Charles feigns surprise as he turns to face Erik, his eyes wide and blue. I have it, he says directly into Erik's head, even as he asks, "Is it time to leave already?"

"Just about, I'll go get the car ready. If you'll come with me, sir?"

"Yes, let's not delay. Sebastian?" Charles favours his newly-wed husband with a beaming smile, so brilliant and charming that Erik might have believed it if not for the lingering darkness that shadows Charles' thoughts.

Shaw, still playing the role of the perfect gentleman, offers Charles his arm with an indulgent chuckle. Charles takes it, the smile never leaving his face.

But as they walk past Erik, Charles - hesitates, a barely perceptible flinch. Certainly, Shaw doesn't notice. But Erik is attuned to Charles' moods after months spent by his side. Stick to the plan, he warns Charles, sending a pulse of reassurance even as he tries to stress the urgency of the situation.

Charles responds with a wordless brush of acknowledgement. A second later, Erik feels something small and hard pressed into his hand.

He turns away, hiding a grim smile.

***

Shaw promised me a wedding gift, you see. He doesn't want to murder me outright, but he thinks I'm not strong enough to survive the outside world. So he intends to give me a painless way out and claim the entire fortune once I'm gone.

And this gift is...?

A vial of opium, concentrated enough to kill. I'll be sorry to part with it. But Shaw is known to indulge in alcohol and opiates and the like - it won't be so strange if he accidentally imbibes too much during tonight's celebrations.

Replaying their earlier conversation in his mind, Erik stares down at the innocuous crystal vial resting in the palm of his hand. There's only a small amount of liquid inside, colourless, catching the light in a glinting prism of colours as Erik tips the vial from side to side, watching the opiate swirl around.

Strange to think that something so innocent-seeming will be the end of a mutant as powerful as Shaw.

Stranger still is the thought that he'll be the one killing Shaw, killing him with poison and treachery, this man who had raised him and called him son.

It's not too late to back out, a voice at the back of his head murmurs. Erik can't be sure if the thought belongs to himself or to Charles. Either way, he shakes his head, drawing on the bottomless reserves of his anger. Shaw had his parents killed. Shaw sold out his own kind. Vengeance, justice - they're one and the same. Erik has a duty to see this through.

He looks down at the modest spread of food in front of him. Currently, he's alone in the kitchen of one of Shaw's safehouses, still playing the part of Lord Xavier's dutiful manservant. Shaw had tasked him with preparing dinner - "Oysters, perhaps," he had said with a chuckle that almost made Erik hit him - and, more importantly, Erik is to serve their drinks. Well, dinner is as finished as it's ever going to be. He rings a bell to signal the start of the meal, bringing the appetizers out to the cozy round table where Shaw and Charles are seated. Too close, Erik thinks angrily, only for Charles to smooth calming mental fingers against him, a feeling not unlike having his hair stroked.

The main course is next, with the wine alongside. In the closed confines of the kitchen, Erik stares down at the glass of dark red liquid, rolling the crystal vial around in his hand.

Shaw made him into the man he is today.

And Charles... Charles is making him into someone better.

Erik tips the entire vial into one of the glasses. Then he carries both glasses out, setting one in front of Charles, one in front of Shaw. It feels like a goodbye.

Charles dips into his mind again, and his presence already feels so familiar that it makes Erik ache with the enormity of all he feels. It's done, he tells Charles, and Charles surrounds him in a warm blanket of reassurance and love.

Then it's almost over. I'm glad.

Don't get too comfortable yet, he might still have a trick or two up his sleeve.

It doesn't take long for Erik to be proven right. The effects of the opium start subtly at first: a yawn, a lazy blink, a flirtation trailing off into drowsy silence. Shaw keeps drinking - but not fast enough.

Erik! Charles' mental shout of alarm sends Erik grabbing all the nearest metal just as Shaw surges to his feet and slams his hands on the table in a deafening crack.

"You!" He thunders at Charles, lurching forward. "The hell did you do to me?"

The effects of the opium have made Shaw clumsy, but he's still a deadly threat - Charles had scrambled up to his feet already and is now backing away, glancing between Shaw and Erik. He lifts one hand and presses two fingers against his temple.

Then he drops his hand, eyes wide.

"Hold him, Charles," Erik snarls. There's plenty of metal orbiting him, sharp knives and heavy tools, iron banisters fashioned into deadly points to stab and pierce. He doesn't know if any of it will do any good against Shaw.

Shaw spares him a look. Fury twists his face into a snarling mask.

Then he smiles. It's a chilling, poisonous expression. "Charles," he croons, sickeningly sweet. "Have you turned my Erik against me?"

"Charles did nothing except give me the truth." Erik clenches his fist, reshaping all the metal around him into long, flowing lengths of chain. Brute force won't work against Shaw; he must keep him contained somehow...

Shaw gives him a contemptuous look, dismissing him as easily as he would swat a fly. Erik's heart leaps into his throat as Shaw advances on Charles again, menace roiling off him in waves. "Did you seduce him? Does he know what you do behind closed doors, little Lord Xavier?"

"Hold him, Charles, what are you waiting for-"

Be quiet, Erik, he's stronger than I expected. Charles' fingers go to his temple again. He stands his ground, staring Shaw down, a quiet fury in his eyes that Erik has never seen before.

But Shaw just keeps going, looming over Charles, and Erik's panic grows. “Get away from him!”

He hurls the chains forward with a jerk of his hand. They snake around Shaw’s neck and chest, a strangling noose of iron powerful enough to break bone. Erik yanks at the chains; he needs to force Shaw back, anything, anything at all to get him away from Charles…

Shaw only laughs. The air around him ripples with heat, and his skin churns nauseatingly as he absorbs the energy of Erik’s frantic attempts. “I taught you better than that,” he chides.

With nothing but a light flick of Shaw’s wrist, the chains snap. The fragments crumble to the ground and Shaw treads carelessly over them. He’s only three feet away from Charles now. Two.

Erik sees red. He doesn’t think, just hurls piece after piece of metal at Shaw, Shaw’s sick laughter ringing in his ears as all his efforts crash and break against the unmovable wall of Shaw’s body, useless, powerless.

Keep it up, Erik, it’s working, you’re distracting him–

Charles’ presence in his mind vanishes abruptly. His face is blanched of all colour, but the blue of his eyes remains stark and fierce, and he never once blinks in the face of Shaw’s advance.

But courage isn’t enough against an enemy like Shaw. Neither is brute force, Erik thinks, even as he sends the chains lashing forward again. Subtlety, that’s what he needs here, that’s what Charles had taught him; mere anger isn’t enough.

“Once we’re done here, I’ll tear down every single one of your projects,” Erik promises. He winds the chains around Shaw’s neck again and again, and when Shaw shatters them, Erik reforms them once more, implacable. “The Brotherhood will know everything you’ve done. Your memory will be a curse.”

Shaw is snarling now – his pride and greed have always been his weakness, and Erik presses his advantage.

“Mutants will flourish without you. All along, you were the one holding us back–”

“After all I’ve done for all of you – I was the one who made you–“

“You lied to me!” Erik roars, fury surging. “All my life, you’ve been using me!”

“For the greater good!” Shaw whirls around to face him, eyes blazing–

–And then his eyes go empty. He is a statue, frozen in time. Erik darts a quick glance at Charles and finds his expression drawn tight with strain. Blood is trickling down his nose, a shade of red so dark that it’s almost black. But his voice is even as he says: “Hurry, Erik. Remember the plan.”

Erik picks up the wineglass and approaches Shaw. His eyes are so dead. It’s as if he’s already a corpse already – and perhaps that’s not so far from the truth, when Shaw will never move under his own power again, will never speak another word, never tell another lie…

Vengeance should be more satisfying than this. Erik only feels numb as he prises Shaw’s jaw open and forces the rest of the poisoned wine down his throat.

Shaw collapses. His eyes are closed, his breathing shallow. Erik knows he’ll never wake again.

Then Charles crumples to the ground as well, and Erik moves before he registers what he’s doing, rushing to Charles’ side and dropping to his knees. “Charles! What’s wrong?”

Charles’ eyes are cloudy, blood still trickling down his nose, splashing his lips red. “Did it help?” He asks quietly.

“You’re not making any sense.” Erik gathers Charles into his arms, registering with dull surprise that his hands are shaking. Charles is trembling as well, swallowing convulsively, his breathing rapid and shallow. “Talk to me, Charles, what’s wrong? How can I help?”

“Did it help?” Charles repeats insistently. “Killing Shaw. Did it help?”

Erik shakes his head. “I don’t know,” he answers honestly. It’s impossible to think about Shaw when Charles looks worse with each passing second. Erik fumbles for his pulse, finding it dangerously weak and thready. “Forget Shaw. You’re, are you–” He grips Charles’ hand. “Fight it, Charles, whatever it is, you need to fight it.”

Charles reaches out, gently running his fingers against Erik’s cheek. “I think I’m still in his head.” His voice is soft, almost dreamy. “You were magnificent. You made him so furious at the end, he forgot about everything else. He was determined to take us down with him. He still is.”

“He won’t succeed,” Erik vows, even though he’s cold with dread. “Stay with me. Focus on my mind, not his.”

Holding tightly onto Charles’ hand, afraid to let go, Erik guides him to press the tips of his fingers against the side of Erik’s head. Stay with me, he calls to Charles again, trying to project warmth and comfort, candlelight and memories of the long hours they had spent in the study. He grasps hold of the little details: the feeling of parchment paper under his fingertips, the play of light across Charles’ hands when he gesticulates, the cadence of Charles’ voice as he argues a particularly fine point…

They stay together like that, Erik holding grimly onto Charles, an unmovable anchor as their minds bleed together, intertwining. Behind them, Shaw’s breathing gradually slows, then stops, and with his passing Charles goes still as well, peace falling over him.

(next part)

[ironfirewindscript]

Have Michael from my Dangerous Eyes AU,being a freaking fire hazard at the penthouse

[dangerous-eyes-official]

ITS BEEN A YEAR HOLY SHIT

[sortaferal]

Ok So answer when ever, but O saw you like ROTMNT, if you made an ROTMNT AU for AH what kind of mutants would you make each member? I'm really curious!

I’m a big TMNT fan in general so BOY. I saw you put AH and not FAKES so I’ll keep this on AH. What a question and it’s kind of hard cause all I’m thinking about is like hybrid AU. I’m sure you’ve seen it around. Gavin being a bird and Geoff was a ram hybrid. I guess that’s not really ‘mutant’ in a way like TMNT. Right off the bat, Lindsey being a cat mutant. Michael something snappy like a reptile mutant? A kamaodo dragon mutant would be cool for him! Gavin... I still can’t see him being anything but a bird mutant ( but I wouldn’t disgrace him by making him like pigeon pete LOL). Jeremy would be like a little raccoon mutant and I honestly can’t give you a good reason why. I just think it’s cute and raccoons are little trash monsters.  Now the gents, Geoff I was also thinking about making him a cat for some reason. Cause he has this ‘I don’t care’ mentality at times and switches yes give my buddies weird displays of affection. If you can think of any other animal like that let me know lol. Geoff is kind of hard. Ryan... I’m sorry to do this to him... but hedgehog. He’s kind of ‘ouch’ to touch sometimes and he hisses when he’s bother. He’s also cute but he wants nobody touching him so he curls up-- defensive mode activated. Jack is easy.. dog. Something supportive, getting people’s attention and positive. I’m a dog person so I’m bias as fuck.  Hope this was good. I love TMNT so much. 

[turtlestanfirst]

okay look i’ve got most of my shit together which means it’s finally time for a written thingy. @donnies-fake-eyebrows this one’s for you thank you for the baby clone AU it’s the most glorious thing ever.

Donnie hadn’t meant to create Blu. It had been a complete accident, a perfect example of what happened when your curiosity got out of hand. 

Rosso, Viola, and Arancia all had been more, intentional, examples of what curiosity could lead to. His brothers had taken to the clones surprisingly well. Leo and Raph both had gone so far as to start referring to themselves as “mama” or “ma”, which initially perplexed the scientist. Yes, they shared the same genetic makeup, but his brothers hadn’t been involved in the creation of the turtle clones. Why did they have such strong, seemingly instant connections with them?

And why didn't he seem to have that himself?

He didn’t dislike them, of course. Blu was a little too grumpy for his liking and Rosso seemed to have inherited Raph’s affinity for occasional, and in the clone's case playful aggression, but they weren’t ill-tempered in any way. He just wouldn’t go so far as to say he loved them (or refer to himself as "mama"-but then again, nothing in this world would convince the scientist to refer to himself with the feminine term). They were still experiments, just like his other creations. He was proud of them, couldn’t dream of allowing anything bad happen to the four little turtles, but that didn’t count as love, right?

“You gotta stop thinkin’ like a scientist,” Raph had told him once, when this particular subject had come up in conversation. “Don’t look at them like they’re experiments, because they’re clearly far more than that now.”

Clearly.

That word irked Donnie, mainly because he knew Raph had a point. The clones were so different from any other experiment, any other creation of his. They could breathe, they had quirks and personalities. They were alive and none of his other experiments had ever reached that point and that should matter. It did matter, just not in the way he wanted it to.

He should see them as just kids, but knowing what he should do was so much easier than actually doing it. 

Groaning loudly, the scientist dropped one of his tools and rubbed at his eyes. Tinkering, he’d found, was a great way to stay occupied while thinking. So long as his hands kept busy, he felt like his brain couldn’t overtake him completely with his thoughts. This time it had been an old pair of infrared goggles, likely broken beyond repair, but there was no harm in trying. Beside him, his own napping clone opened one sleepy eye and gazed up at him curiously. An apologetic half-smile crossed his face as he reached out to lightly pat Viola’s head.

“Sorry, Vi,” he muttered. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” Viola leaned up into his touch, a happy sound coming from his throat. “You’re lucky, you know that?” Donnie sighed. “You’ve got a good life, you get to sit here and nap and play with my things-” Which reminded him he needed to put the sharper tools up out of reach- “And you never have to worry about whether or not you’re dealing with a clone or a mutant... or anything at all, really. You don’t care about what a person is, do you?” He took Viola’s sweet smile as an answer. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“You don’t care either.” The voice startled the scientist. His head turned just enough to catch a glimpse of his oldest brother. Leo looked calm as always, strolling into the lab and picking Viola up into his arms. “Ah, how’s my little grape doing today? Keeping mama company I see?”

“Papa,” Donnie corrected in a mumble, picking up his discarded screwdriver again. Leo hummed softly at that.

“I’m right, you know.”

“You always think you’re right.” Leo couldn’t argue against that. He looked around for an extra chair lying around, then settled for sitting on his brother’s workbench, ignoring the slight scowl Donnie gave him for that.

“But I am. This time, anyway. You don’t care whether a person is a mutant or a human. Or a clone, for that matter.” Donnie leaned back in his chair to study his brother.

"And how exactly do you know that?" he questioned. Viola let out a content sigh as he curled up and began dozing off in his uncle's arms.

"Because you just referred to yourself as 'papa'. Because you show a lot of love and care for all four of them in your own way. Because you haven't even tried running a test on any of them in weeks," Leo listed off. It was all true; Donnie hadn't even thought about trying any more tests on the clones, he enjoyed spending time with them. Had he really called himself papa? He hadn't even noticed.

He thought maybe he hadn't bothered with experiments because he just didn't have any more reason to do so. But that didn't make sense; he was a scientist, he could always run one more experiment. His gaze shifted from the goggles in hand over to the little clone of himself in Leo's arms.

"Then why do I feel like that distinction still matters?" Donnie asked, mouth curving into a frown.

"Because you think too much, genius," the blue-clad turtle replied. "You're still thinking about the fact that they're clones. Your feelings towards them have changed without your brain even knowing it." Donnie made a face, brow furrowing slightly.

"That doesn't make sense."

"It doesn't have to." Leo grinned, leaning over and setting Viola in his brother's lap. "Not everything has to make sense, Don. Sometimes you just gotta let things be what they are without wondering why." Donnie didn't respond to that, he didn't have anything to say. After a few more moments of silence, the leader hopped off the workbench and smiled once more. "I'm ordering pizza, any toppings you want?" The scientist shook his head almost absently, his mind busy picking through Leo's words.

"Whatever's fine," he murmured.

"Alright. I'll come grab you when it arrives." And with that, Leo crouched slightly, kissed Viola's head one more time, then left the room. Viola waved one flipper after the blue-clad turtle, cooing softly. Donnie stared after his brother before looking down at his clone.

"Are you awake now, or are you planning on napping again?" Viola reached for the toy Donnie kept in the lab at all times now, and the older turtle smiled at the apparent answer. Handing the toy over to Viola, he leaned back in his seat and watched the little guy play. Leo's words bounced around in his head.

Not everything has to make sense.

It was a hard pill to swallow, because Donnie was more logical than anything else. Everything had to make sense, he had to understand why things happened. But this time, on this one thing, he realized he might have to listen to his brother's advice. His head hadn't caught up with his heart just yet, Leo was correct in that. But perhaps one day it would.

"Your uncle might be wiser than I thought, Viola," he hummed, watching in amusement as the smaller turtle paused in his playing just to smile up at him. Donnie felt his heart melt a little. Craning his neck slightly, he leaned down and nuzzled his snout against Viola's head before leaving a little kiss. "Just a little wiser than I thought."

So, maybe he did love them. He could accept that.

[mikeellee]

Kurt Darkholme Yandere AU part 3

(Before the kidnapping)

@djinmer4

The world is at peace at least, well, the word in itself is a bit of a trickery one, after all, this peace was conquer by many, many sacrifices and the heroes of this brave new world are not from a romantic tale.

Kurt Michael Darkholme is certainly not a romantic hero(some silly girls call him Byronic hero and Kurt think they are aired head) he survived and sometimes, in his darkest hours, Kurt wonders why he did survive. This was a routine that...change after his new mission.

"Kurt, keep up with the peace, will you?" Raven Darkholme snap at him" I don't have time for you Germanic musings about life and death" her reb painted lips snarled at him and Kurt is too immune to even fake a reaction.

"Sorry, mother, let´s keep with the program, what illegal and dangerous plan are you hatching this time?" Kurt counter back at her in his amused tone.

"You really would think your dear mother would do anything illegal?" Raven asked and as Kurt just nods without missing a beat, Raven smiles and continues "Ah, my boy knows me very well, but it is nothing ....completely illegal, unless we are caught" she smiles in a way that mirrors him(sometimes is a bit unnerving how Kurt and Raven are so alike)

They are hiking towards a city at the top of the mountain, why they are hiking? At this point, Kurt learn to not make to many questions, his mother´s plan always have loopholes to explore, always have a hidden agenda and Kurt and Rogue learn to just accept this.

"Do your sister enter in contacted with you?" Raven asked making her concern very well, but Kurt knows her well enough to know she is worried(well, as much his mother let him know her...there´s a huge lap of her past that is 100% unknown for him and Mystique has no desire to fix that)

"Ever since the fiasco with Magneto? Well, Rogue is dealing better than I give credit for..." Kurt's voice is lack of warmth, the memory of his sister crying for such low man is not pleasing "but she is still alive, just heartbroken"

"I heard that he is creating a mutant only state and many are following his words, he is a charismatic leader, I give him that, anyway, I decided to create my own state for mutants and humans" she said smiling now " Erik wasn´t pleased that I decided to open the gates for humans...I told him where to put his opinions" Raven answers proudly.

"I´m sure Rogue will feel vindicated, mother," Kurt said.

"Yes, I know I fail Rogue...I was a bitter woman when Erik and Rogue" there´s a loud sigh and Kurt prefer to not know much about the relationship between Magneto and his mother(although he has some ideas and none were pleasing) "But I´m her mother, I´m your mother and I´ll kill anyone who hurts my sons"

"I´m touched" his words are too neutral to be taken as sincerely or just plain sarcastic, Raven didn´t seem to bother. Then as they continue to walk, Kurt decides to ask something, since his dear mother is in the mood to talk  "Mother, when you realize you love Irene?"

This prompt Raven to halt and look at her son, no, more like gazing(golden eyes and scarlet eyes, unreadable for any other eyes)

"Well, I meet her before the Apocalypse, she was a blind mutant ...she was such a naive and cheerful woman, often seen the good in everything..." Raven speak fondly and is a rare occurrence for Kurt" I need to protect her, so many people take advantage of her, you know how this world is ugly, no matter if Apocalypse is dead, the ugliness remains" Kurt just nods knowing full well how ugly this word can be  " I take her to the cabin and we raise Rogue and you there...she could see the future and told me she was expecting me"

"You...kidnap her?" the words were spoken carefully, Kurt always knew that Mystique meet Kurt´s biological father and the meeting wasn´t nice, by all meaning of the word Irene and Raven are his family.

"No, I protected her" Mystique deem the conversation over her and then noticed the weather "Kurt, the winter is coming soon, you should wear something warm"

"I´m already fuzzy, " this did little to persuade his mother in stop with her antics, she now fixing his jacket mimicking a mother who is fixing her son´s uniform for the first day at school.

"Kurt, whatever plan you trace for yourself, I´ll always back you up, just promise you won´t sleep with Magneto"

"Rest assure, mother, this is a family tradition I have no desire to follow"

"Good, now," she said and the travel continues in silence, they spot the city´s gate and Kurt could see the hospital´s tall building and many residential houses. Life is flourishing once again(and did little to hide the unsightliness of the past.)