#or we can fight idk i have a lot rage to work out anyway

[gh0uist]

Had to unfollow one of my favorite dykes because they are also my least favorite dyke

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Hank McCoy’s sibling

Hank McCoy x sibling!reader

warnings:

a/n: i started writing this fic months ago and when i was halfway done mobile glitched and deleted the whole draft so i gave up out of rage anyways. i dont think i liked how it turned out but idk!

prompt: anonymous: “Hellooo !! First of all i have to say that i love your fics !! Second of all , i wanted to request a headcanon , with being hank mccoy’s little sister?? I was thinking that she is a mutant and she has powers like Wanda. It would be really cool to see is with the other x men. Also her age to be around 14 when the first movie sets place ?( Sorry if i didn’t explain it well)”

being a mutant who had just discovered their powers was hard

what was even harder was that your brother hank had to take you in when it happened

hank understood what it felt like to be different, and luckily he had a good enough job to support you

“just sit here and do your homework. quietly” -hank, seating you in his office at work

“what makes you think i wont be quiet?” -you

“you blew up the toaster this morning” -hank

“it burnt my toast” -you

“listen, okay? no one can no we are what we are. just be calm. if you need help on your homework, let me know” -hank

you spent a lot of time at hank’s work, which led to you two immediately being exposed by charles xavier when he waltzed into your lives

“oh, dear, you’ve just experienced your mutation recently. you’re a powerful one, but you can’t control it well. we can help with that” -charles

he quickly realized it was a mistake to comment on yours and your brother’s…issues

“no! no, y/n, it’s too dangerous. you’re in middle school, you have homework. im not letting him turn you into a soldier” -hank

if you couldn’t tell by now, hank was a bit anxious about raising you

after all, your powers weren’t much alike, he didn’t know how to navigate this

“i need to learn how to control them, or else im gonna hurt someone” -you

you didn’t understand what it felt like to look different, but he didn’t understand what it felt like to fear yourself

“who’s the kid?” -alex

“that’s my sibling, y/n” -hank

“what’s your power?” -alex

“it’s kind of…uncontrollable. i can’t show you” -you

“i know how that feels” -alex

“you do?!” -you

when alex finally revealed his power, it made you excited to show your energy blasts

you managed to keep them mostly contained and alex gave you a huge high five

“stay away from him, y/n. he’s not a good influence” -hank

“but we have similar powers. im not alone!” -you

“doesn’t mean you need to be friends” -hank

the rest of the gang was super sweet to you, but you had to remind them you were young, not little

“you’re probably the strongest out of all of us, kiddo” -raven

sean liked to pretend like you were super scary and cower whenever you looked at him

“no please dont hurt me!!!” -sean, convincingly but sarcastically

you became everyone’s little sibling

“admit it, we’ve never been closer” -you

“yeah, you’re right” -hank

“and we aren’t so lonely” -you

“that’s also true” -hank

“so why are you acting so protective and jealous” -you

“im just used to it being us two” -hank

“yeah but now we aren’t struggling, we have all this space to move around and time to focus on important things. i can finally use my powers without getting scared!” -you

“are you still keeping up with your schoolwork?” -hank

“stop worrying so much, hank” -you

regardless of his protests, you still geared up to fight and it infuriated him

what infuriated you was that he was blue

“what. the hell. did you do?” -you

“im the adult here, why are you in that suit. y/n’s not going on this mission. and watch your language!” -hank

you nearly gave him a heart attack, but by the end of the fight he was proud of you. truly.

for a short time, the remainer of the team stayed together

alex and you trained together often

“hey! only i can bully hank” -you

“oh, you’re making rules now?” -alex

“i am the boss around here” -you

charles admired how far you’d come

and hank was honestly grateful he wasn’t raising you alone

you continued your schooling and just as you graduated, charles offered you a job teaching at the school for gifted youngsters

but it shortly closed after that, leaving you without much of a purpose

“hank, i think i need to go off on my own” -you

“it’s too dangerous, y/n. you’re much better off here” -hank

“you mean with you and charles? two of the most self-hating mutants i know? charles is injecting himself with medication to stop his powers. medication YOU made. how long until you make one for me so im not so ‘dangerous’ anymore” -you

“what could you possibly do out there?” -hank

“i already got a job as a teacher, hank. i’m off to go live my life. call me if you need me” -you

he did call you later, rambling about a mutant from the future preventing a war or something. just that you needed to come back

“y/n, good to see you” -logan

“do i know you?” -you

“apparently he knows all of us” -charles

“thats not weird” -you, sarcastically

it’d been a while since you’d seen any action, so it was a little refreshing doing something like breaking into the pentagon

“after this, maybe we could go out sometime” -peter

“get away from them!” -hank

“i got this hank—kid, i’m too old for you” -you

“you’re barely five years older than me” -peter

“you’re seventeen. go away.” -you

you and hank laughed about it later

really, it was weird seeing erik and raven again. even charles with his shit together. it was like old times

you just wished it could stick

you left before any more damage could be done to your personal life and gave hank a big hug

“be safe. don’t do anything stupid” -you

“hey, thats what i was gonna say” -hank

you went back to your life and soon got a call from charles

a job offer, the school was opening again

“come home, y/n. hank misses you” -charles

it took some convincing, but you came back

and maybe this time things would be different

you got your classes and were ready to start teaching a new generation of mutants the way you wished you were taught

(sorry i cut this short i ran out of ideas 😭)

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[muchmossymess]

GUYS okay hear me out majoras mask boat boys au

I love legend of zelda I love boat boys this is like the ultimate combination of my interests you cannot understand the brainrot. Idk what to call it yet tho... majoras minecraft? Anyway prepare for an essay

OKAY so we have the Hero of Time, Etho, who stopped ganons plans before they started, and would be stuck in a child's body if not for the fact I think that'd be a lil weird for the more shippy aspects of this au that all the running through time aged his soul and his body followed suit (he's still got a young appearance, and the mask doesn't make him look older like he thinks). Same reason he has the scar over his eye (from the ganon fight); no matter how much the body may heal or rewind the mind will not forget.

Then navi (maybe bdubs?) left him, and he went with epona (maybe bdubs instead? (eponas a horse iydk)) and he sets out on a journey aka the beginning of mm:

Wandering through the woods on epona, gets jumped by skull kid. For those unaware, there is skull kid, a lonely lil sweetheart, and he wears the mask, an entity on its own. He also has two fairies, siblings tael and tatl.

So I was a little unsure about this for a while, but I think I've decided on grian for the skull kid and Jimmy for tael, grian bc watchers and Jimmy bc skull kid is not very nice to tael (bc of the mask) and like a listeners reference or smth blah blah blah

TATL. that's who's interesting. At the beginning she gets separated from her friends and becomes your companion. So naturally for this au she is our favourite joel smallishbeans. It works so well. Tatl is mean but cares, and that's joels dynamic with the bad boys and with etho, guys it's literally perfect idc what you say

I think it doesn't change much throughout like the story of the game, but just taking dialogue tatl says to link and its so perfect for a sassy joel to a "can't believe I'm dealing with this shit again" etho. Uh one thing different though; in hylian form etho doesn't have an ocarina but instead a mini marimba. Just because. I think it's cool, and for potential things later on.

Now, fairies in this au are just tiny glowing people shaped things with wings. The glow around them is their magic, and depending on emotions/energy the brightness changes (thats why they look like flying balls of light). Some fairies have the ability to make projections of themselves, more hylian sized in nature. This can be intimidation or distraction or w/e, but they cant do it for long periods of time bc its exhausting. These forms aren't physical. Just sized up light projections of their actual bodies.

So for a lot of their journey, joel is just a cute pocket sized ball of rage and sarcasm, who helps with ethos aim for fighting. Bc that's a game mechanic and also ethos like half blind. But like when joel calms down imagine him crawling into ethos hat and just dozing off. He can fit in the palm of your hand like guys it's so cute. But he is also capable of being worse than a mozzie

Oh probably a good point to put in what I imagine etho looks like. So it's typical link green (maybe a bit dampened?), weird pointy hat, short hair (white ofc), his shirt is more of a jacket with a fluffy cold weather collar, it's a bit too big for him but he knows he'll grow into it, he's all knobbly and thin (underfed a lil, boy was never taught how to care for himself beyond basic survival). His injured eye is red bc of ganon, and often gives him phantom pains. It can't be healed.

Anyway, at some point in their journey together, etho and joel learn a song that let's fairies have a larger physical form, no wings, sorta like the great fairies (who they learnt it from prolly). It isn't permanent, slowly draining ethos magic meter, the spell ends when you run out of magic. This is because I want them to actually be able to stand side by side or maybe hug, and also bc its hard to block a blow with your body when ur tennis ball sized.

Aaaaand, this ties back in with with marimba. What if ethos injured, or unconscious, and he obviously can't defend himself, so joel panics and plays the marimba in what he hopes is the right order to give himself a body. I imagine that being that small, you could not play an ocarina. And hey maybe joel carries etho away after that, and when the spell ends he has barely any light emitting from himself because he spent nearly all his magic (what he is made of) saving etho.

But this song isn't used much, because of its draining nature, and you can't really do any other magic things while it's going. So it's mostly just in the final fight (over and over) or tough moments or maybe joel wants to experience something like hoe hylians do. It's obviously inferior to how he experiences things as a fairy, of course, he's just curious thats all. He totally doesn't want etho to do it more.

Okay I think ill sorta stop here, I am NOT done, I will probably post some art I've done for this later lol, and I want help with who everyone else is (mumbo is the moon. You cannot stop me nor change my mind) with mcyts to npcs

[pain-is-too-tired]

Honestly,I think one of the reasons I hate how quickly the writing in TLO onward dropped mentioning Michael so fast is, not only cause I think he's a really interesting character and I love the Lil guy, but-

It's very likely that without his quick thinking, Kronos mightve won.

That, theoretically he dies before he can point out the fault in the bridge to Percy, maybe he's one of the demigods that Kronos knocks off earlier in the battle or something.

Percy is too focused on his fight with Kronos to notice the fault of have the same plan that Michael had, even more so with Annabeth being hurt and Michael being dead his fighting with a lot of grief and rage at that point (I mean, if he screams so loud it carried off into the air after he can't find Michael in canon, I imagine seeing him knocked off by Kronos along side Annabeth being hurt as well is gonna have him pretty upset.)

But at that point he's fighting mostly on his own, even if the living members of the Apollo cabin jump back in to help they're still highly outnumbered.

Percy might be mostly invincible with the Achilles curse, but it doesn't give him infinite energy. And not only is he fighting Kronos, but if Kronos told his army to back him up again they very much will. And 1 on gods know how many monsters and demigods ain't gonna do good

Especially since I'm sure Kronos is fully aware that Percy is gonna to avoid killing demigods as much as possible. And Kronos is willing to kill his own demigods so he's not holding anything back.

Maybe Percy's grief and rage might get him to be a tiny more reckless, but it's just a very bad situation if he doesn't notice the fault or manage to break the bridge in time.

Now if Kronos manages to wear Percy down enough to overwhelm him or whatever, idk exactly what he do after that? Find a way to keep him contained or attack every spot until he finds his weak point(like tigerclaw telling bluestar he'd keep killing her until all 9 lives were gone.) And we already know he had some close idea of where his weak spot was after Annabeth jumped in front of the knife sooo-

Anyway, yeah- so if both Michael and Percy are taken out the picture in the first battle, and Kronos marches on, there's multiple things that's gonna probably ensure his win.

1. He's likely gonna wipe out the rest of the Apollo cabin once he deals with Percy, which includes Will, and 11-12 year old Kayla and Austin(I'm mentioning their age mainly cause MY GODS THEY WERE BABIES)

2.Without an Apollo kid to heal Annabeth, I'm pretty sure it's heavily implied she wouldn't have made it. Like the Hunter's healing would not been enough. So they're out Annabeth too

3. The party ponies don't come until after Hyperion and all that iirc(like the end of the second night i think?) So there's no saving from them unless Chiron manages to convince them earlier but I'm running on the idea that it happens about the same as in canon with the Party Ponies.

4. Ares cabin doesn't come until the final day in canon. Now with this maybe Silena is able to report that Percy, Annabeth (if she dies before Silena goes to get the Ares cabin, at least she able to say Annabeth not looking good.),Michael, and the whole Apollo cabin been wiped out, and that might knock some sense into Clarisse to get her going earlier. But even then if Clarisse doesn't manage to get blessing of Ares somehow or whatever, they still might be cooked on that end in some form.

5. Hades, Persephone and Demeter probably wouldn't have made it in time either, maybe if Nico gets even more pushy after sensing Percy's death they might, but it's really up in the air how that'll work out and what would happen if they did get there earlier.

6. Poseidon is still focused on his fight in Atlantis, and without Percy he probably would jump in to take out Typhon. Maybe he might somehow go full rage of he manages to sense/ learn of Percy's death, but that's up in the air and, Like with 5, no telling how exactly that'll play out.

7. Gods likely will keep fighting Typhon. Which if the demigods and nature spirits are wiped out then Kronos going really have more freedom to tear down the thrones and wreck Olympus.

8. Rachel is a wild card, like maybe if she senses Percy might die at the bridge she might try to get to Manhattan before the battle even starts. But there's a lot of uncertainty if she could get there in time and everything. So that's up in the air at least

Over all, the BoM was 3 days of very close calls. The fact that the managed to push through each time by the hair of their chin is incredible and was built on a lot of lucky events.

Like a tower of cards. Remove one card the whole tower goes down.

And Michael's sacrifice was one of the cards that definitely kept Kronos from winning. And the fact that Rick doesn't even bother to finish his arc (We don't see Clarisse reaction to his death nor do we learn if his body was found or not, not even a burial shroud described, the chariot situation was solved off screen and then completely destroyed the next book. Like Rick did not give a care in the world about Michael after the bridge dhdyd)

It's very much a frustrating thing to me because how much Michael's death could've been something that really drove Percy in battle at least in one of the battles after Williamsburg Bridge. Heck, not only him connecting Ethan to Annabeth getting hurt but with Michael's death because he was there(even if he had nothing to do with it, Percy's at least gonna be frustrated with grief.)

The scene after Percy breaks the bridge is one of my favorites, because the small details. Kronos still looking a bit smug when he retreats. Percy's frantic search when he sees Michael's missing, HES SCREAM CARRYING INTO THE MORNING.

THE FACT MICHAEL DIES AS THE SUNS COMES UP,THAT HIS FINAL MOMENTS HE STILL GETS TO BE UNDER HIS FATHER'S LIGHT. THAT WILL RISES TO HIS POSITION AT DAWN-

And just. Michael Yew my beloved.

[ninjago-forever]

Okay, forget niceties on to the nonsense theories-

First off, the ep. called "The Shattering Sword." (Have these been confirmed or debunked yet? Idk. Well, who cares, I got theories.)

What does it mean? Obviously it has something to do with Lloyd cause of that vision, and breaking his signature weapon. Thing is, that's THE most symbolic way of showing a character break. Harry and his wand? Eragon and Zar'roc? Leonardo and his katana's in 2003? And 2012? (Not sure about the last one-). So, what's going to happen to Lloyd?

I have a ton of theories. This is what happens when you're Ninjago obsessed, can't sleep, and you're desperately trying to keep your mind from... Dark stuff.

Lloyd loses the tournament. Possibly badly hurt/blind(kay, a stretch, BUT IT WOULD BE AWESOME)/ in a coma/maaaaaaybe lose a limb (Look, Cinder broke Wyldfyre's leg on screen. We've got mentions of mental health and panic attacks. Lego is testing the waters. I can hope.) Most obvious one, but... To make that big of a deal out of it... I feel like it also would shatter his spirit in some way. Also... I'm probably biased, but... I can't really see anyone beating him fairly...

Lloyd is poisoned (inspired by Tox supposedly being evil) and can't fight. Possibly in a coma.

Lloyd is somehow kidnapped by Ras's various competitors (Cinder, Nokt, Jordana [HOW IS SHE IN THIS?!?!], Tox, Jay, ect.). Possibly being prepared for sacrifice.

Ras & Co. somehow get a wolf mask on Lloyd and we have return of the golden oni. (I CAN HOPE)

Lloyd is upset because the team is broken. A lot of the ep. names have to do with betrayal and mistrust and all that nonsense, plus ToE has a lot to do with that too (Jay vs. Cole, Kai's second jealousy arc, Skyler ECT.), so it would make sense. What do I mean exactly? Well, Wyldfyre could be on a whole rage thing after losing Kai, Nya has that plus Jay returning with no memories of her and on Ras's side, Kai's sacrifice (though after his whole smiley thing with Arin idk), Zane maybe worked up over Pixel (there was a whole thing in ToE. There could be a repeat), Cole torn between the Finders and the Ninja (stretch but eh), Arin mad at Sora because he finds out how she tricked him, Sora trying to make up for that plus whatever's supposed to happen with Jordana (though it doesn't seem like she cares about that), you get the idea. Return of window cleaner Lloyd basically. Most likely one imo.

One last thing, one of Lloyd's visions showed another sword breaking, a stone one with a purple/fuchsia gem in the hilt and was seen being held by Beatrix. Maybe this has nothing to do with Lloyd but rather that sword-or maybe someone beats him with it.

Then again, we don't even know if these titles are real and I could very well be overreacting :D. Anyways, PLEASE PLEASE PLEAS SHARE YOU THOUGHTS AND REBLOG! THIS IS MY FIRST TIME SHARING THEORIES LIKE THIS AND ID LOVE TO DEBATE! (In a fun way ofc.)

[hushafoe]

It's currently 1:30 in the morning and I can't sleep, so I'm gonna write about what's been going on in my life. I have a lot of internet friends on here and it's tough when you go thru something traumatic and you don't wanna be like hey internet friend! Something bad happened to me and just launch into it. So. Idk. I am on mobile and cant for the life of me figure out a readmore so please heed my tws!

Tw domestic violence and mental illness

My mom and dad have never had a healthy relationship. My dad controlled all the finances, and withered away my moms social circle. Just super possessive and controlling. He never has been violent, just verbally and emotionally. But throughout the years, he'd slip into these states where he would be so obsessively angry about a miscommunication 30 years ago, when they were freshly engaged. And last week, he slipped into that rage. Except, it didn't go away. From Wednesday to Sunday, he was constantly starting fights and demanding apologies. I was so scared. I got in contact with the non emergency line, arranged womens shelter resources for my mom. By the time Sunday rolled around, I cracked, abd called the mental health authorities. It was ugly. He was yelling at yhe cops, to the point they took him away in cuffs. He told us as they escorted him out the door that he would never forget this. Great. Just like he wasn't forgetting what happened 30 years ago.

We went and stayed the night at my SIL's apartment, only for me to be woken at 2 AM by a call from the hospital that my dad was being discharged. My brother flew in from Vancouver to support my mom, thank God, cause I have nothing to offer. He got in contact with the responding worker, who filled him in that all signs point to narcissistic personality disorder, maybe a manic episode thrown in too.

With him experiencing "narcissistic injury" it isn't safe for any of us to go home. I don't want to be selfish, but I'm struggling. I miss my own bed. I miss my own room. In the panic of leaving, I left my laptop, so I cabt chat as easily with my friends or even escape into Netflix. I can't write as easily either. I miss being able to change my shirt without a thought. We're staying with my uncle now anf his house is so cold-- I would give almost anything to have my house tobe.We left our cat, and all I can hope is he's been feeding her. My mom was too afraid to get an EPO, and he is refusing to leave, and the RCMP is useless and won't accompany us or get him out without some court order.

Some good at least is all my friends have been so lovely. The outpouring of love and support has made me so grateful and happy to be alive and share my world with them. And of course, we're all safe, even if a bit uncomfortable. My hours at work are becoming more consistent, so hopefully I cab squirrel money away abd get an apartment of my own soon.

Anyway. Things could be so much worse. I just wish that were better.

[miramilocamimira]

VENT WARNING NOW

SERIOUSLY

I have two siblings, technically. My younger brother whom I love and is an annoyance 100% of the time and… the other one. We had a falling out and I still stand by the fact that he is not family to me.

I won't say exactly what happened but I have talked it over with my therapist and he said that it was for the best and so my moms eldest {ES} and I don't often talk

We’re not… we don't get along, to say the least. His views on women, LGBT+, and political views- I disagree wholeheartedly.

And I can and will be the first to admit- I don't have patience when I'm angry and when I do get mad I get stubborn.

Anyways so my mom went to my cousins wedding (happened last week), I couldn't go cause there were going to be a lot of stairs at the wedding and while PT says I'm doing good that's just a lot. And my brother and ES ended up going as well.

From what I understand, cause again, I wasn't there. At all. ES made a horrible comment about Cousin’s wife and mom said this to him (brought to you by younger brothers information relay)

“If you ever stick your dick in a man or women who didn't consent to it, I will not only break it off but I will drag you down to a hell I don't believe in and leave you there”

Now I don't know if that is accurate but I DO know that ES, who had gotten a new phone again, texted me saying that I was filling moms head with propaganda

And at first, I'm like who-tf is this, and then go oh it's you, and block him. Simple right?

He's been going to our other relatives and telling them I'm trying to turn our mom against him (personally I'm a little like if I could do that you wouldn't have come to the house I live in and thrown away my stuff cause I'm too old for stuffies which btw being legally an adult does not mean your too old. My great-grandmother had baby dolls, Troll dolls, and stuffies as well up until she passed away at 98 and left them to me.)

It has not been nice to wake up to texts from people who never talk to me going “How could you break your family apart!!!”

So now I'm feeling a little upset because 1. Since I came back from the hospital only like 4 people have talked to me asking how I'm doing outside of my younger brother and mom, Cousin and his wife being two of them. 2. The fact that anyone could think my mom could be persuaded in any way must think I'm a god cause I don't think they understand how she works.

Mom has three settings outside of trying her best and those are Disappointment, could-be-classified-as-Happy, and Rage. If she were a character in DND she'd be a barbarian with a great axe that auto-casts vicious mockery. She can be brutal. My brother brought her to church with him once and has never invited her again.

TBF though she did straight up say she was only going because it would be time spent with him. One of the people they were next to got upset she wasn't doing something? I think reciting with them. Idk.

Back to the point, so no there is no way I can persuade her to do anything.

But anyways I've settled on blocking people because I don't have the energy to fight with them which has only led to my mom coming home and asking why they told her I was gaslighting her and that I've blocked them.

I just don't understand why people cant just block and go it seems so much easier why do you need to pick fights

[daaydreamy]

crineee ok idk how much i’ve told u about my grandma other than the one time she almost got arrested over a hotel room, but she has brain damage from a work accident that happened when i was really little and she’s also a raging drug addict and those two things do NAWT mix very well. and she lives with my great uncle who is also a raging drug addict which is also not a good mix. but she had been living in georgia with my aunt (also a drug addict and also not a good mix🧍‍♀️) and cousin for the last several months bc she hates the winter in pennsylvania and wants to move back down there permanently (which is where she was when she almost got arrested), but she just recently came back so she can start selling things from her house and then eventually sell her house so she can officially move to georgia. so yesterday me, my mom, and my great aunt went to her house to clear some things out for her and take care of her lawn and stuff. now mind u my mama has not seen my grandma in almost a year bc last time she saw her was when my great uncle was high and driving!!! and wrecked my grandmas car so my mom had to go get my also high grandma and take her to the ER and it turned into a huuuuuge fight and my mom didn’t talk to her for 2 months and didn’t see her until yesterday. BUT ANYWAY. in the middle of cleaning stuff my grandma (who was high and doesn’t have a license and isn’t supposed to be driving bc she also crashed the second car they had and was high then too) decided she needed to go to the “dollar store” and took my great uncles car and left. but by dollar store she rly meant drug dealer 😋 and after 40 minutes and 2 drives around the whole town looking for her we found her sitting in the car in the parking lot of a tobacco store high out of her mind and when my great aunt made her get out of the drivers seat so she could drive the car home my grandma got mad and said she’d walk home and it’s literally like right down the street from her house so my aunt was just like “girl walk then bye” but then my grandma came back to the car and started gagging and dry heaving and choking and we were all fully convinced she was about to OD right in front of us in this parking lot but she got it together and we got her in the car and took her back home and got her settled on the couch where she passed out and we went home (my great uncle was there obviously so she wasn’t alone) and that’s all 😐 so period literally thought i was gonna witness my own grandma OD right in front of me 😋 and she had the audacity to call my mama this morning and have an attitude 🤨

girl your family is cray cray 😭😭😭😭 THAT WAS A RIDE 😭 “girl walk then bye” LMFAOOOO but then what happened after.. 😟 i’m so sorry that happened but girl why’d she have an attitude this morning… a tad rude 🙄

[rengokuswif3]

Sanemi Shinazugawa x Reader x Obanai Iguro

First of all. ALL THE HASHIRA ARE VERY CONCERNED FOR YOU

Tengen: Why would you date just one of them? But BOTH of them? Talk about a death wish

Y/N: You have 3 wives that could kill you too

Tengen: This ain’t about me

Tomioka: Are you alright? Should we call someone for you?

Shinobu: Blink twice if you’re in danger, L/N!

Rengoku: I SHALL FIGHT THEM MYSELF IF THEY HAVE LAID A HAND ON YOU

Y/N: GUYS NO-

But anyways

These two are assholes to everyone and assholes to each other (romantically), but would never be mean to you ever

Like yeah they’ll be sassy and rude and they both like to tease a lot, but they’d never truly hurt you

Affection is a bit hard to get them into, Obanai’s just really shy and Sanemi thinks he’s too tough for affection

“Cuddle with you? No. I don’t need that sappy shit.”

But he does indeed, need that sappy shit

Like both of them are really touch starved and affection starved in general, once they experience it they are hooked

Obanai is like a cat and will just demand affection whenever he wants, doesn’t matter if you’re in the middle of doing something, he demands hugs NOW

Then Sanemi will just randomly pull you into a hug or a kiss when no ones looking, he doesn’t want to be seen being all mushy with somebody, he he a rep. So like expect quick pecks on the face, quick hugs here and there

But at home they’re both shameless simps for you

They’re bros (now more than bros), and they do like each other but Sanemi will definitely hit Obanai with the “Naw man I’m not gay.” after they kiss, even though Sanemi was the one who kissed him then pushed him away

Sanemi is a FANTASTIC cook, Obanai can cook basic stuff but Sanemi’s cooking is just so good. So the two of you get him to cook as many nights as you can

No but Obanai giving you massages after hard days of training. Like he’d totally set the mood and light incense, turn on calming music, and use body oils because idk, I feel like he gives really good massages

Sanemi starts moaning almost pornographically

Dates with them are interesting, it’s usually just a fancy dinner and chill stay-in dates, but once in awhile they can surprise you with something you’ve been wanting to do

Obanai likes to be the little spoon while sleeping in bed-

If Sanemi’s stressed out, you and Obanai just tell him to chill out when he yells, and maybe take him to a rage room or something-

Actually an arcade might work better, he gets pissed off and punches a game in and Obanai just pays the arcade as you drag Sanemi out and he’s all “Yeah that felt great-“

If it’s Obanai who’s stressed, you and Sanemi will make him his favorite dinner and set up a nice candlelight dinner for him with music to help him relax

If you’re stressed, they just hold you between them cause they know it comforts you. Yes Sanemi will pretend to hate it and Obanai will be stiff the whole time, but it’s the thought that counts

[jellyboy-arts]

wheel of fate day: red light au

rbs appreciated!! rambles under the caption i have so many thoughts oh mg god

edo period AU: judar as an oiran and hakuryuu the shogun's son

oiran were high-class courtesans / entertainers that were incredibly expensive, only the wealthy could afford them. while they did engage in sex work, it was only one aspect of their job (amongst singing, playing instruments/chess, good conversation, etc)

they were indentured, and worked to pay off their debts to their ..iirc it's called "room-owner" / owner of the establishment they work at. but basically pimp.

also they were women. my concept for this is judar is crossdressing, it'd add a little flair and controversy to his career

a LOT of canon plot points can translate over really well here. gyokuen marrying into the shogunate family to do nefarious things // eventually briefly becoming shogun herself like she was the empress of kou

shogun era is samurai warlord era, judar's parents die because of gyokuen in some way or the other when he's young and in a fit of rage and despair he figures the only thing he can do is infiltrate the higher classes by becoming a prostitute and eventually get close enough to gyokuen to take revenge

[this requires a little more awareness of himself/his past than in canon on his part, but i think he could forget his original objective now and then & indulge in his work and that'd work fine]

eventually he gets at Hakuryuu who, as the shogun's son, could be very useful to his plot for revenge

(in my mind this is a juhaku centric AU but there's nothing stopping him from getting with most/all the ren dungeon capturers from canon in this au at least once or twice. in fact i think that's a really good idea.)

(like in canon tho hakuryuu ends up being the one he spends the most time with)

originally doesn't mean to become too attached to him but he realizes hakuryuu hates his mom as much as he does .. bonding moment

hakuryuu probably ends up with judar on accident the first time around. got a little too wasted & wound up in his company unintentionally but had a surprisingly enjoyable time

btw usually oiran and client dont fuck on the first meeting iirc theyre just hanging out

so then they start seeing each other regularly...and they catch feelings......

omg they catch feelings............................

anyway so. i think the gyokuen fight could happen very similarly in this au. maybe a little smaller & less Civil War + more assassination

but thats just my personal preference. either way

gyokuen/hakuryuu fight (samurai edition) in some room in the palace

gyokuen staggers outside thinking she's won but on her way out she runs into the courtesan Judar (probably watching the moon serenely waiting for her. i am not immune to tropes)

i feel like.. the scene where gyokuen kisses hakuryuu mid-battle could be reversed here, potentially. judar kisses gyokuen as he stabs her with a hairpin

or maybe just pulls her close enough to stab idk. but im fond of the hairpin stab.

curses at her for how he's lived his life as she falls to the ground etc

hakuryuu gets the honors of beheading her still.

diversity win!

from there i think...hakuryuu could go on to become the shogun (and use the family's wealth to buy Judar's freedom) like he becomes the emperor of kou

or we could skip that part and have him decide he's done with hatred after gyokuen is dead and he and judar run away to the small village judar is from happily ever after

i love this au so much can you tell

somebody join me in this brainrot please

[jemmo]

pat is indeed a very gentle and caring and affectionate person and that's amazing, but I was rewatching ep 9 and I realized that he also carries with him an intense primordial rage that I haven't seen anyone address both here and in the show..

like during the rugby match when he was fighting with wai and his friends had to pull him back multiple times and then again at the bar when he was confronting that other guy, his eyes were full of anger, they genuinely scared me, and then I remembered that he had the same rage-filled expression during the fight scene in ep 5 when he was yelling at wai "this is between me and him"

but despite the anger in his eyes he's never the one to initiate physical violence, and any other person would have, it's amazing how he controls himself

anyway idk where this is going or if you understood what I'm trying to say lol, I just wanted to put this out there cause no one has discussed this and I would love to hear your thoughts, cause I love your takes on the series!

anon bless you first of all for caring about my dumb opinions lol and secondly for giving me the chance to rant about something that always slips my mind but i've so wanted to rant about.

bc i have a couple of things to say regarding this. and the main one is something i've discussed with a couple of people before, and of all things it arose from a chat with @thecookiemonster77 about pat being a cloud guy. no not clouds in the sky, but as in he saves stuff to the cloud whereas pran prefers physical usbs and hardrives, bc he likes to physically hold them and be reassured and know his stuff is safe. pat on the other hand, its like things just work out for him. not to say he's coasted through life on autopilot, he's more just the guy that can miss some lectures and do his homework late but still ace a test. its a combination of natural talent and an ability to think on the spot and kinda bullshit your way through stuff. and we do see this in the series, im thinking of the whole bus stop thing where in the meeting he comes up with an idea on the spot and it works out.

this is also mixed with the fact that pat is not a consequences guy, bc he's never had to face them before. he acts impulsively bc he doesnt think ahead. yes pran leaves him when he gets transferred but pran is the one facing immediate consequences, and you can argue this might be a turning point for pat in that he faces consequences later realising how lonely he is, and this will add to my point later. all this is to say that pat has had things relatively easy, especially is you subscribe to my idea that, after pran got transferred, he kinda accepted and fell into the role his dad was laying out for him more so than he did before, taking engineering at uni, doing the sports he wanted, and most importantly to this point becoming more violent, becoming more focused on respect and reputation, and that manifesting as him fighting a lot to maintain that, which gave him the rep we hear about in ep 1 (also maybe a way to cope or an outlet for expressing his anger at pran being transferred??)

rewatching ep 1 was kinda a trip for me bc pat is so very different in his violence. bc we see him in violent settings all through the series, but he has a different air to ep 1. bc in ep 1 he is fighting for stupid reasons, reasons he doesnt believe in. but that changes afterwards, and thats when we see him in the state you described. and thats down to pran. bc in all the examples you gave, he is fighting for pran, directly or indirectly. he fights wai in ep 5 bc he's getting in the way of the two of them, he fights wai in ep 9 bc wai is being a baby and not working with him, and bc he's frustrated with wai for ignoring pran, and he fights those guys in ep 9 bc he wants to protect wai for pran's sake, as a way to offer a hand of reconciliation. thats why, compared to ep 1, he's so much more serious in these fights, bc finally, after going through life playing his part, doing what his father wants, putting in minimal effort to get rewards, finally he's found something he wants, something he cares for, something he's willing and ready to fight for, to put effort into in order to achieve. and thats pran, thats his relationship with pran. he's finally found whats important to him, so all that untapped energy and drive and passion is finally unlocked, and it manifests in so many ways such as him relentlessly going after pran after they kiss, him wanting to be in prans space all the time, hes cuteness and displays of affection and his want to be loud and open, and one of them is in these fights, where he sees the thing he wants being challenged and disrupted and ruined and he just cant stand it, its not right, its not how it should be, and he just has to fight back.

bc this plays into another element of pat that i headcannon, which is that he sees the world very simply in that he doesnt understand why theres such difficulty and complexity and limits around his relationship with pran, bc what he sees is two people that love each other and therefore they should be together. but when there's all these unwritten rules forbidding it, he just doesnt understand, it doesnt sit right in his brain, and thats why he has this urgency and need to fix it and fix it now.

and im glad you brought up him not initiating violence, bc i feel like apart from ep 1, he doesnt initiate any violence. like yes he may throw the first punch with wai in ep 5, but he doesnt start that scene with violent intentions, they only rise to the surface when wai is actively hostile and provoking. similarly in ep 9, the fight is initiated bc of the dude in the bar being a dick. he may kick him first, but the guy comes at him with a group so he's outnumbered after facing off against him in the bar. thats them initiating hostile behaviour, not pat. and i think this works so well, bc comparing ep 1 to now, you can see that pat has softened bc of being with pran, and that his softer side comes out around pran. but he's still pat, he still jokes around with his bros and he's still gonna have that violent streak, its just that now its more subdued and only reaches its max when something infringes on his relationship with pran. and it also makes sense that pat maybe does have this slight hero complex, not in a negative way, thats just part of his personality. we see it in the way he self-sacrifices for pran many times, losing the bet, laying out his feelings on the rooftop, letting go of things that make him upset like the guitar, being willing to break up so that wai will speak to pran, sitting out of the game so that wai can play etc etc. and its why next ep he's gonna make his big confession to the architecture faculty, bc he just loves submitting all that he is and everything he has to pran, and while that speaks of his love and devotion, its also a little selfish, bc he gets to look cool, he gets to be the knight in shining armour, he gets to be the hero. and that part of him filters in to his violent side. he'll always want to step up when things arent right. pran said it in the hospital, he just has to play the cool guy.

and i could ponder for hours on where this confidence and pride comes from, but ive also rambled enough so i hope that answers your question in a not-so-concise fashion. there's a whole other thing i could rant about with respect to you saying him holding back, and how its indicative of him not actually wanting to hurt people and being reflective of his innate ability to gauge boundaries, both emotionally with pran and in these scenarios where he can gauge just how provocative he can be without stepping over the line and becoming the violent force he only wants to oppose. but this is way too long already so we can all take that idea home and think about it as homework ok class??? anyway thanks for giving me the chance to rant its like my fave thing to do

[shurisneakers]

harmless (viii)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, protesting, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, gamer (derogatory), smidge of angst

Word count: 3.5k

A/N: listen idk what goes on at construction site and im too sexy to research so we’re going with my version of the world. hello. how are we all doing?

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Previous Part || Series Masterlist

He doesn’t expect to see you on TV. 

In jail maybe, for something scandalous and completely unnecessary, but not TV.

But there you are, a sign board waving around furiously in your hand, voice in protest against the demolition of the community centre. You’re flipping the board back and forth to alternate between the messages you’ve scrawled on the cardboard.

You were among a few protesting, but clearly the loudest. 

He thinks that maybe he has the weekend off if you’re too busy fighting big corporations. He’d send his support even.

Until he zeroes in on the sign when it flips over, finally reading what it says.

You better get your ass here, sarge

And so he does.

Half the crowd had dipped by the time he arrived. You were there, still the loudest, but he couldn’t help but notice the lack of people as compared to an hour or two ago on TV. He supposed that justice could wait as long as it took to get lunch from the nearest café.

“I can’t stop you from protesting, y’know.” He’s a little wary of approaching your raging self. 

“Oh, hey Barnes. You got my message.” You break away for a second to scream a bunch of obscenities at the gigantic glass building before turning to him. “You wouldn’t be able to.”

“What’s your dumb plan then?” 

“First of all, it’s not dumb. It’s stupid. Put some respect on my technological genius.” You held up a finger. “Second of all, it’s not here.”

“Where is it?” 

“At the construction site.” You point down the road. “Come on.”

Right along the way you stop to chant another slogan. He waves his arm around meekly in support. He did, after all, have to stand up for what was right, but if his publicist saw him here she’d have an aneurysm. 

The construction site isn’t very far off. It’s adjacent to the community centre, which he assumes they’re going to tear down to make more space for whatever shitty commercial building was going to take its place.

There are already a few excavators and dozers there but no one to man them since it was lunch time. What garners his attention is the small silver plate that’s on the floor a few feet ahead in the direction you’re walking towards.

“Here.” You stop once it nears. “The plan.”

“Am I supposed to know what this is?” He lightly kicked at it, earning a smack on the arm from you.

“Stop that,” you scolded, “and look at it. It’s not hard to figure out.”

He narrows his eyes. There’s a small u-shaped piece of metal in the middle of the plate. “That’s a magnet.”

“Exactly.” You clapped your hands together in excitement. “The world’s strongest electromagnet.”

He looks around. The only possibly magnetic things are the cranes and excavators around him.

“You’re going to... stop the machines from moving ahead?” he hesitates in his deduction. 

“Yep. Can’t tear anything down if they can’t get to it first.” 

Bucky looks down.

“Does this thing even work?” He toes at it again. “It’s kinda small.”

“It works beautifully, stop kicking at it, you demon-”

“What happens if I step on it, huh?” He knows this would get on your nerves wonderfully. He raises his leg. “Do I get to go home for the day?”

“You’re such a little shit,” you whine, reaching for your back pocket. “Stop bullying my invention.”

“’m gonna squish it like a bug.” He’s only half kidding about that part. “I’m gonna-”

Before he can finish his sentence something yanks him down hard. His head nearly hits the ground before his right arm shoots out to break his fall.

"Woah there, don't go falling for me as yet.” 

“What the fu-” he begins, eyes locking on his metal arm that was pressed flat against the earth.

“I told you it works,” you say smugly. “Try crushing it now, Barnes. If you can even get off the floor.”

He tugs his hand but it’s firmly attached to the thing. No matter how or where he’s applying the effort, his limb refuses to move. He’s stuck.

“Turn it off,” he sighs. “You made your point.”

“No. Stay there.”

“Y/N, shut up and turn this off,” he groans, trying to find a better position rather than chin down on the ground.

“Lay there and rot. You deserve it for underestimating me.” You huff.

“I wasn’t underestimating you, Jesus Christ.” He really was planning to just step on it, but he had complete faith that it worked. 

When he doesn’t receive a reply, his gaze follows yours. Suddenly the crane looks a lot closer than it initially did. Awesome. 

“Those are moving towards me.” He picks up on the low groan and creak of metal.

“Yeah, they are.” You nod, one hand on your hip, watching them.

He didn’t think that getting crushed under construction equipment would be how his day went. 

“Not my problem,” you decide finally after a bout of silence. 

Now that simply wouldn’t do. 

Death was definitely a problem, but what was more important was that he was going to get a dust allergy from the mud. He could already feel the blocked nose and temperature incoming.

“Are you really going to waste this on me? Don’t you have a demolition to stop?” He manages to twist his body so that he’s lying on his back.

“Good point,” you squint into the distance at the whirring of the heavy machinery. Their owners wouldn’t be happy to find them missing from their original spot. “But I still can’t help you out.”

“You’re willing to sacrifice your-”

“I can’t help you out because I don’t have an off switch. Yet,” you add the last part in a hurry.

“Then when the fuck were you planning to build one?” He sits up, leaning on his elbow. The cranes weren’t a mini object on the horizon now; the closer they got, the faster they were starting to move towards him. 

“I don’t know, after they agreed not to take down the building?”

He could just detach his arm and come back for it later he but had no guarantee that you would stop here for the day or that the vibranium could withstand all that pressure. 

“You better make a switch right now and get me out of this, I don’t care how.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you grumbled, bending to assess how badly he was stuck. “You know, this thing runs really deep into the earth. It’d take forever to dig back up and then get you back to my lab and then build a switch.”

“How long?” He didn’t have a lot of time, clearly, but even generally he didn’t have the whole day to waste. He had a mission the next day. He had to put the fear of death into some Russians and bring some pirozhki back for Nat. 

“I don’t know,” you furrowed your eyebrows. “Too long for my schedule anyway, I have class prep to do.”

“Motherfucke- that thing’s like twenty feet away.” He’s worried about how you don’t look fazed at all when he points at the stupid machine.

He’s about to volunteer to detach his arm when he realises it’s definitely less than twenty feet now. He had a backup just in case. It didn’t move as smoothly, but who could tell the difference when a couple of tons of pressure was aiming for your face, and hell, if he explained his circumstances of the destruction of his arm to T’Challa-

“Okay, fine.” You reach into your backpack to grab something that looked like a wrist watch. It matched the one already around your hand. 

You reach over and clasp it around his hand before turning a dial on the side.

“You ready?” you ask, ignoring the large crane that was starting to charge towards you. 

“For what?” he replies, looking down at it. He can barely hear you over the sound of the whining of machinery.  

“Teleportation, baby.” You send him a big grin before slamming down on his watch.

“Huh-” His voice cuts off immediately. 

If there’s anything that can be said about teleportation, it’s that he feels like every atom in his entire body violently splits to float around briefly before suddenly rejoining again.  

The ground beneath him feels different, and it takes him a second to realise that he was on the floor of your lair. 

“What the fu-”

“Hello,” your voice comes from above him. 

“You can teleport.” It’s not difficult for him to look at you now without the sun in his face. His arm is still stuck to the magnet but since the giant rod it was attached to was no longer deep in the ground, he could lift the entire apparatus up relatively easily.

“What, like it’s hard?” You discarded your bag on the floor. “You good? Takes a while to get used to.”

He gives you a grunt in acknowledgement, shaking his arm to see if he had any luck. It didn’t budge.

“Come on, take a seat.” You gesture to a lab chair you’ve pulled up for him on the raised platform at the front of the room. He realises that this is the first time he’s properly seen what’s actually inside your lair.

There are various buttons that do God knows what, drawers and cabinets painted black, several computer screens and gigantic pillars of glass on either side of the set up that encapsulate some green bubbling liquid. There’s a giant television set up against the wall, divided into several screens.

“Whaddya think?” You do a small swoop of your arm to show off the place.

“Gamer,” he says simply, testing his luck.

“What did you just say to me?” you recoil instantly, disgust on your face.

“It’s a gamer set up.” He points a finger at the TV screen. He was told by Shuri to use it as an insult, but he wasn’t exactly sure why. It just felt appropriate. 

“Take that back right now.” You raise a finger accusatorially at him.

“No.” He was sticking with it even though he had no idea what exactly the context was.

“Fuck your arm,” you announce, throwing your hands up in surrender.

“Fuck your demolition then,” he replies simply, getting up from his place on the chair to leave with the thing still attached to him. 

He takes one step ahead before your voice rings out.

“Sit down, drama queen,” your voice calls from behind him. “God, you’re annoying.”

“You’re infuriating.”

“I’m the best part of your week,” you fire back, ”and also your only way out of this. Now sit down.”

He didn’t even need the second warning, he was already on the chair the first time around.

“I’m not going to build a switch to turn this off. It’d take too long,” you examine the piece of equipment with more gentleness than he was expecting, “I’m going to remove it instead. It’s gonna take a while, so you better get comfortable.”

“I’m not.”

“That’s so sad,” you say without any indication of wanting to help. 

He rolls his eyes.

You pull up next to him, welding glasses covering your face and the tool in your hand. 

He turns away when you start, making sure his face is not directly within its trajectory. 

He makes himself busy by looking around some more. There are details you’ve put into the place, materials that are non-flammable made up most of the architecture. It’s dramatic, sure, but somehow the designs and colours seemed to go together. It did look sinister, he’d give you props for that.

The space was quite big. It occurs to him only then that that’s how you manage to sneak up on him so often in the past. Everything clicked. Fucking teleportation.

“So,” your voice was raised to speak over the noise. “How’s it going?”

He decidedly doesn’t answer. His position is more than enough.

“Right.” You clear your throat. 

He takes to counting the tiles on the floor, figuring out how many were there from the raised platform to the wall of the entrance. 

“Not how you imagined your day to go, huh?” you continued despite his lack of response. “But some might say it’s a privilege to be spending the day with a cool, mad scie-”

“Are you going to keep talking?” he interrupts, losing his count on the floor.

“Yeah, duh,” you say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You got anything better to do?”

He didn’t. 

“What’s it like living with a bunch of superheroes?” You change course. He’s not sure if he’s really allowed to disclose top secret information. “I assume there’s a lot of protein shakes, talcum powder for the chafing-”

Then again, how much damage could you do by knowing that Steve preferred pancakes over waffles?

“It’s quiet,” he says. “Most of the time.”

“Save all your smart talking for the battlefield, huh?” 

He doesn’t reply. It’s quiet around the Tower. A lot of their energy goes towards missions and recuperating once they’re back. 

“You go on missions a lot?” 

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Boo, you whore,” you say with mock disappointment.

He got that reference.

“What’s your favourite food then?”

He scrunches his eyebrows.

“What?” The welding stops for a second while you look at him. “Don’t tell me that’s classified too.”

It’s not, he’s just never thought about it. 

“I don’t know,” he murmurs, “Pasta?”

“Vague, but I’ll take it.”

He used to boil a lot of pasta, from what he could remember of his days in hiding. Cheap and bought in bulk before he saved up enough to buy things like fruits. A lot of the times the amount of sauce he had access to was enough for maybe seasoning, not a whole component on its own. 

It’s one of the perks of being a free man in the 21st century he thinks, a steaming bowl of fettuccini drenched in sauce and garlic bread on the side. 

“What do you do in your downtime?”

“Nothing.” Well, he considers it to be a pass time and doing nothing is a full time gig. It takes effort to do nothing. He even has days dedicated to doing nothing, as suggested to him by his therapist.

“Really?” You sound a little surprised, although it’s hard to make out when you’re already speaking a lot louder than usual. “No shining your penny collection? No software update for this thing?” You tap at his arm. 

There really isn’t anything. Truth be told, he thinks he’s the most boring guy in the Tower. He sticks to himself, has a few succulents that he adores and occasionally watches trashy television. So then why are you so interested in him?

“You’re obsessed with me,” he says pointedly. “Why?”

You give a short laugh. “I think it’s the blue eyes, sarge, they’re really popping today. Gotta say, I’m loving this colour on you. Is it different from the black you wore last week? And from the one from the week before that?”

He looks down at his dark t-shirt and utility pants. He had other clothes but those were reserved for things that were not this.

“Or maybe it’s the grumpiness, I don’t know. I love it when someone shows absolutely no interest in me. Very sexy of you.” Oh jeez, you were going to continue. “Hell, maybe it’s the thighs-”

“Okay,” he interjects, feeling the need to count the tiles more than ever. He equates the heat in his neck from the welding going on beside him. 

The loudness of your laughter is clearer than the sound of metal on metal when you tug a large piece of the invention off. Things were moving fast. He could get back home to his Star Trek marathon and forget this day ever happened.

“You know, you’re more interesting than you think,” you pipe up casually. 

He doesn’t expect this and therefore he supposes he can’t stop the curiosity from enveloping his face. He hasn’t told you anything about himself, so then the inference you reached came out of nowhere.

Apparently, you take notice of the confusion on his face, even though he can’t see through the giant welding mask, because you let out a chuckle. 

“Oh, come on, really? You have no idea?” you ask lightly, pausing to see if he offers anything other than silence. “You’ve come back almost every week even though you know it’s a waste of your time, you always keep your promises and I know for a fact that if you wanted to stop me once and for all, you could have. But you’re not.”

He doesn’t realise you’ve stopped welding until you start again. Good, it gives him an excuse not to have to look at you after that. 

Frankly, he’s a little stunned.

You’re not looking at him, he can tell from his peripheral vision. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a small crush on me.”

At that, he’s forced to roll his eyes out of instinct. Thankfully you do know better.

A few screws out later, another piece comes out. You inform him that’s it’s going to get trickier from there since the circuit was a little more intricate, a lot more time than the original few pieces. He can see his Star Trek marathon fade away in the distance.

You ask him a few more questions. Some he answers with silence, others maybe a tidbit here and there. 

“How’s dating now compared to the forties?”

“Strange.” He purses his lips in thought. “One guy asked for a gym date. Didn’t know that was a thing.”

“How’d that turn out?” you laugh.

“He didn’t ask for a second one.” His Bumble matches with girls somehow had gone down since he cut his hair, but he’s not too bothered. Not like there was a huge shortage. 

He likes cats, thinks the worst merchandise that they make is the stupid baseball card with his face on it, and doesn’t have social media for the sake of his sanity. He’s seen the thirst tweets. 

Clearly, he’s revealed his deepest, darkest secrets. Utterly classified material. But he doesn’t know anything about you other than your name, number, address, where you teach, what your hobby is-

“You, uh-” he hesitates, “You got a favourite food?”

Your hands hold still to hover above what they’re working on. You fight back a smile. “Sure do.”

He asks a few more questions. Shuts up when he feels his social battery drain. That’s enough for the next month, he thinks.

The sun’s dipped down beyond the horizon by the time majority of the work is completed. Both of you have taken a few breaks to fight the feeling of stiffness that was creeping into your joints. 

You scoff and tell him you’re not planning to poison him when he denies the offer of a soda. He doesn’t deter in his decision.

“How much to go?” He has a mission tomorrow that he’d really like to get some sleep in before. Waking up at 3am to get ready was the worst part of the job. 

“Basically done.” You roll your chair back, rotating your shoulder and stretching your fingers. “There’s just this little part that I can’t access from this angle. How good are you at hanging upside down like a bat?”

Fuck it, he sighs to himself, it was almost finished anyway.

Bucky stands up, tilting his neck to the side slightly before pulling at a small latch under his arm, one so tiny that you’d never make out was even there unless you knew it existed. The arm releases from his shoulder with a small click.

He offers it to you, a piece of your magnet still attached to it.

Your eyes are slightly wide. He raises his eyebrows.

You don’t say anything, just accept it and flip it to a position you were comfortable with. It takes only a minute or two for the sound of the last piece hitting the floor to reverberate through the hall.

You give a small cheer. He lets out a tiny exhale in equal parts fatigue and relief.

“So,” you drawl, handing his arm back to him, “you could have just done that the whole time.”

He doesn’t reply, just slides it back onto his shoulder. 

“You had the option of leaving your arm here and coming back later to get it.” 

He gives it a few shakes, opens and clenches his fist shut a few times to make sure everything is working.

“You wanted to talk to me.”

He gives you a deadpan look. “I was distracting you.”

“Bullshit,” you laugh.

“Believe what you must.” He shrugs, turning around. “My job here is done regardless.”

“Oh, I believe alright,” you call out from behind him as he walks towards the entrance of your lair. “I believe you’re a sneaky bastard, Bucky Barnes.”

He doesn’t stop himself from smiling at the overdramatic gasp you give when he flips you a middle finger. From the metal arm, too. 

Next part

[qqueenofhades]

Hello. Ok so I saw your recent garcy posts and had an idea. If you’re not down for writing more of them/just not feeling it THATS OK!!!! Do whatever you please and know that there is never any pressure💖

Ok SO: Carol is alive and she/Rittenhouse find out where the team is (past or present idk 🤣) The team knows they practically have no chance but they’re going to fight anyway. HOWEVER Carol reaches out saying that she/rittenhouse will spare the team if they turn over Lucy >;) the team is obviously HORRIFIED by this and flat out refuse. Lucy decides to sneak away and surrender herself to save her team. Enter flynn who discovers her plan and has to stop her. Of course he feels terrible about retaining her because of their history 😇

Ok thanks for listening!!! Have a good day🥰

The bunker is quieter than Lucy has ever heard it.

She stares blankly at the wall, her face still throbbing, her body suffused with a bone-deep ache that she can't imagine ever going away. Even that, however, is nothing compared to the black hole in her chest, the gaping maw that will open up and swallow her whole if she lets herself slip for a single instant. The nightmare of Chinatown keeps replaying on a vivid loop, over and over. Her mother whispering that she wished she had raised Lucy in Rittenhouse from the start, her idea of a last blessing. The world blowing apart, the way Lucy would have murdered Emma herself in that alley if Flynn hadn't found her. And the worst, the most unbearable, unendurable. Rufus. Rufus. Rufus.

Lucy leans forward, putting her head in her hands. She doesn't know where the others are. In a piece of exceptionally bad timing, Wyatt decided to tell her that he loved her, and she didn't know what to say back. Turning back to desperately clutch at her after Jessica vanished, or thinking it would comfort her, or... Lucy doesn't know, and she can't spare the emotional energy to riddle it out. Jiya is crying herself to sleep, plucked back from three years in Gold Rush San Francisco only to wake into another nightmare. Maybe they should have left her there; it seems like it would have been kinder for all of them. Mason is trying to comfort her, no doubt, even as he is reeling over Rufus like the rest of them. Denise is doubtless burying herself in work as a coping mechanism. And Flynn --

Once again, Lucy's train of thought breaks off, won't resolve clearly, doesn't make sense. Back in 1888, he was going to say something to her in the shed before Wyatt burst in, she's sure of it. But he's been shot too and went through just as much of a wringer, and she doesn't know if she can face him right now. If nothing else, he will take one look at her and know exactly how much of a wreck she is, and Lucy is desperate to maintain a few illusions. Even that, or --

Just then, a steady beeping catches her attention, and she jerks up to see a light flashing on the Lifeboat's control console. For an insane moment she thinks that it's Rufus, paging them to come back and pick him up since he can't understand why they left him behind. But when Lucy turns her chair around and wheels over to the screen, she sees that the encrypted message has her name on it, in block capitals. LUCY.

Moving as slowly and dully as if through mud, she clicks on it, opening up a brief block of text. It is short and almost brutally to the point.

Princess --

I'd like to finish what we started. I'm sure you do too.

Give yourself up to me, and I'll bring Rufus back to life. Yes, I know how to do it. I know much more than any of these other idiots. Such a pity you didn't understand that sooner.

If you don't answer and don't turn up, I'll blow the bunker. My new best friend Jess made sure to tell me where it is.

Lots of love,

Emma.

Lucy stares at it until her eyes cross, until she is shaking from head to toe with rage that scalds like poison. She wants to put her fist through the console; wants to tear everything apart and leave nothing standing, a fury that frightens her with its need and its potency and its utter plausibility; she could, and seeing it so clearly terrifies her. She pushes her chair back with a jerk, staggering to her feet. She has enough of her wits remaining to know that she's obviously being baited, forced into making a reckless, emotional decision just like this, but she's so angry that she almost doesn't care. If Emma still thinks she can toy with Lucy like this, with this sneering mockery and disrespect, after Lucy very nearly did kill her not even three hours ago and a hundred and thirty years away --

Maybe the part about Jessica revealing the location of the bunker is a bluff, but maybe, and more likely, it isn't, whether or not Jessica actually wanted to do it. Not even to mention the rest of it -- bring Rufus back to life. It's a lie, it's obviously a lie, Emma will say anything to provoke Lucy into a response, but it likewise has a poisonous ring of truth. Emma knows more about Rittenhouse, about time travel, than anyone, and yet she's used it in the service of this. If Lucy could seize her, overpower her, force her to cough it up --

She feels like she's in a fever dream, hot and giddy and delirious, seeing everything with the clarity of madness. Now, it has to be now. If she's going to slip out the back while everyone is paralyzed with grief over Rufus, maybe bring him back as if he was never gone, then she has to be quick. And so Lucy turns around, runs directly into a man who, despite being the largest resident of the bunker, has managed to come up silently behind her, and almost screams.

"What are you doing?" she hisses at Flynn, who is standing there in his burgundy sweater with his wounded arm in a sling, looking at her as if she's the one who has lost her mind. "Get out of my way!"

Flynn doesn't budge. The silence crackles. Then he reaches out with his good hand and very lightly touches her chin, tilting her head back to look at him. "Lucy," he says hoarsely. "What's wrong?"

Lucy almost snaps that it's none of his business, but he's still the only person in the bunker that she wants to talk to on a regular basis, and he did hold her in the alley while she sobbed, cradled her to his chest like she was the most rare and precious thing in any timeline. Besides, Flynn is obviously useful in the killing-people department, even if he's not at his best, and she has a feeling that he'd have no objection at all to following her around. Still, her pride won't quite bend, won't crack, fears (entirely reasonably) that he might object to this very stupid idea and attempt to stop her. "I just need to.... do something," she says, trying to dodge around him, which has all the effect of a tugboat versus the Titanic. "By... by myself."

Flynn continues to look at her without a word. Then he lets go, steps past her, and looks at the screen, where Emma's taunting message still glows, before Lucy can stop him. He reads it with a single sweep of his eyes, then turns back to her. Very simply, he says, "No."

"You can't tell me what to do," Lucy spits, heartbroken and furious, determined to make him rile, to shout back at her, to do something. "You're the one who's done so many stupid things trying to stop Rittenhouse! Isn't it my turn?!"

"Maybe." Flynn's voice remains quiet, gravely. "That doesn't mean you should."

"Rufus," Lucy says, clinging to it like a lifeline, the self-evident reason why she has to do this. "She said that she would bring back Rufus."

"And you actually think she would?" Flynn sounds utterly disbelieving. "That Emma Whitmore would do anything to help her enemies get back the one man they need the most? She won't, Lucy. She won't. She'll just take you and destroy you too, and I can't -- "

Again, infuriatingly, he catches himself. He swallows visibly, throat moving, and looks away. Then he finishes, "We can't do this without you either. Not even possible. Besides, we're dead on our feet."

"She said..." Lucy feels like she's sinking in quicksand, the darkness closing over her head, and she reaches out for the only solid thing she can find -- which, of course, is Flynn. He goes rigid from head to toe when she grabs his good arm, but he doesn't move away. "The bunker. She'll come here. She'll destroy it. She'll kill us all."

Flynn laughs, grim as winter. "I would love to see her try."

Silence, another instant. Lucy wants to end this conversation and storm out, but then she would have to let go of Flynn, and she isn't sure that she remembers how to stand up. He gazes down at her with the softest look she has ever seen from any living creature, and she feels it to the back of her spine. Once again, his hand lifts as if to touch her cheek, then falls. "We will get Rufus back," he promises her. "And we will do it the right way. Not with Emma. Now you need to sleep, Lucy. You need to rest."

"No," Lucy murmurs, already tilting forward. "No, I won't."

She's dimly aware that she's losing her footing, that her surge of rage-fueled madness is draining out of her and leaving only endless cold, and Flynn swoops in and catches her with only a small grunt of effort. Then he lifts her up, carries her down the hall, and kicks open the door to her room, setting her down on her bunk. Lucy reaches out for his hand, trying to grasp it, trying to get him to stay, terrified that he too will be gone when she awakes, but she is asleep before she can even properly close her eyes.

[obsidianstrawberrymilk]

Class 1A friendships

Anyways so ik people love the whole Bakusquad n Dekusquad thing, BUT I also love the rest of class 1A, so other friendships include:

Kirishima and Ochako. Gym buddies who constantly hype each other up! Kirishima is super respectful and very willing to ward off creeps when they go to they gym even though Ochako can handle herself. Plus, I can see them sparring a lot as Kirishima helps Ochako get better at close combat and Ochako helps him figure out how to fight in a way that’s not just ‘CHARGE’. Plus, they both have insecurities about their abilities - and I can 100% see them just being like ‘HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY FRIEND!!’ and just being super wholesome and helping each other with their weaknesses.

Jiro, Tokoyami, and Shinsou. Yeah he’s not 1A but whatever. Anyway, Tokoyami also knows what it’s like to have a ‘villainous’ quirk people are scared of, so one day when he and Jiro run into Shinsou who starts angsting about his life and how easy Class 1A has it he’s just like ‘alas it seems all over the nation people refuse to see past their own misconceptions’, and Shinsou somehow understands this and is Shocked (TM) that someone from the hero course gets it. Jiro doesn’t exactly, but she bonds with them anyway because they all have anxiety and listen to similar music. Jiro will listen to anything from any genre if she likes it but loves emo and punk especially, you KNOW the only two genres Tokoyami listens to are emo and classical to be Dramatic (TM), and Shinou loves the angrier emo and punk stuff so he can release his Pent Up Rage (TM). Also purple gang.

Momo and Sato! They both find themselves in the kitchen a lot - Momo for her tea and Sato for baking. They’re both quiet but friendly, are generally pleasant to be around, yet have a lot of insecurities about how useful they are and that they don’t deserve to be in the hero course - imposter syndrome buddies! I can see them talking while baking/making tea which is relaxing for them and helping each other with their insecurities - like, I can also see Momo teaching Satou more about strategy, and them learning to think under pressure together.

Momo and Iida also - and plus Shouto. The former two are both Class Reps, so they probably work together a lot, and they’re all from hero families, so even though Shouto doesn’t they probably know each other. They might have sort of gravitated towards each other at times when they didn’t know anyone, or when they were feeling that pressure to match entire legacies of hero families and no one else really understood it. Plus Shouto feels like the type of person who’s just kind of hang around wherever, so I can see him just chilling while Momo and Iida do class rep stuff. Also study groups!

Ooh, Mina and Aoyama. Like, I personally hc Mina herself as having some trouble making friends growing up and having a bit of an unstable home life, and we all know what’s up with Aoyama... so them just kind of being loud theatre kids together but also bonding, because they both have so many insecurities they’re afraid of people seeing, but there’s finally someone else who gets it now. Also, they 100% have self care/spa sessions when they just trash talk people (bot not in a mean way ofc) and judge people’s fashion sense (despite that Mina’s is also wild), because they are THE gossip queens of 1A.

Idk, I feel like Izuku and Hagakure would also be really cute. Like, I hc Hagakure as having a lot of issues feeling like no one even notices she exists so having self worth issues, and then we have Izuku I-will-break-my-bones-and-die-because-I-have-been-conditioned-into-believing-I-have-no-value Midoriya. Like maybe Izuku can rant to Hagakure about all the uses he sees for her quirk and helps her realize that she’s actually NOT just there, and I can def see Hagakure being the type to yell at Izuku everything awesome he’s done and how they’d all be dead without him. Also someone needs to tell Izuku how toxic Bakugo is and idk Hagakure seems the type.

Ooh, Shouto and Sero would be a fun one. Sero seems pretty friendly, so I can see him trying to talk to awkward-seeming Shouto even if he gets rebuffed, while Shouto is like how?? Talk?? People?? Idk it would be super fucking funny for Sero to make some joke about whatever and Shouto just deadpan responds to him entirely seriously. Also, Fuyumi gives me incense and candle vibes, so maybe Sero’s hobby reminding him of his sister is just... nice for Shouto. Sero probably does most of the talking but that works for both of them.

Omg, Kaminari and Iida! Like I hc Kaminari as having ADHD and dyslexia, and Iida is A) the Class rep who takes his position VERY seriously, and B) just a genuinely wholesome person who wants to make sure all his classmates are comfortable and happy. Like I can bet Iida would spend a long time looking at study strategies that work with ADHD and showing it to him (and no hes not anxious because he Does Not Know how people work either wdym-) and Kaminari just crying because he’s genuinely touched and Iida Panicking (TM). Super wholesome stuff.

Tokoyami, Tsuyu, and Shouji would be nice. They’re all quiet and level headed who tend to lead with their heads and think things through, so I can see them drifting together under the cover of the more boisterous, loud members of the class, and them bonding over being the literal sole braincells lol. Maybe they meditate together? I can see them all enjoying that. Hanging out with them is probably a lot more peaceful given all the shit this class gets up to tbh.

OOH. Tokoyami, Ojirou, Tsuyu, Mina, and Shouji - Mutant gang! Maybe they can all bond over how looking ‘different’, even in a society where everyone has superpowers, can lead to people seeing you differently and even being scared - like maybe Mina does have insecurities over people being scared of how she looks and Shouji, Tokoyami and her can bond over it. Her and Tsuyu just talking about how female heroes are expected to be conventionally pretty and they might not be considered so. Maybe Ojirou and Tsuyu can talk about how their quirks are considered ‘boring’ but still get them looked at weird sometimes.

Ojrou and Ochako would be fun. Ochako, we know, has martial arts training from Gunhead, and Ojirou is a martial artist too I believe? Maybe they spar together and give each other tips - like Ochako can suggest more ways for Ojiro to incorporate his tail when he fights and Ojirou could point out areas she can use her quirk to her advantage, to help them combine their hand to hand combat and quirks. Also, Ojirou seems like a chill dude who’d just sort of talk to Ochako about her insecurities in an objective manner.

Also: the girls of 1A are all BFFs who paint each other’s nails, braid each other’s hair, punt M*neta into the sun, and rant about how mysoginistic hero society is and how they’re sexualized without wanting to be. They train together and eat snacks and do not give a fuck.

[diavolosthots]

A lot of hcs have the brothers reacting with violence against any demon that hurts mc- how do you think they’d respond if mc was like.. REALLY uncomfortable with that? Either bc mc thinks that the demon should have a chance to learn from their mistake, or bc they’re scared when the bros lash out like that, or whatever reason.

God i love the violent protective headcanons so much because it truly captures their demonic natures and, in my opinion, how demons are with their chosen mates buuuttttttttt..... Yeah i can see how some people are uncomfortable with that

Warning: mentions of violent thoughts/some like... Tight gripping, but no actual, full on violence

THE BROTHERS reacting to MC being hurt by a demon and wanting them to have a second chance/being scared (??? Idk that’s the title I came up with, fight me later if it doesn’t make sense now.)

Lucifer:

His first instinct is always, and will always be, to protect you. In his eyes, you’re still this small, fragile, innocent human being, even if you’re not. Even if you’re his height and bench as much as Beelzebub physically, you’re still not a match for a demon and he hates to think that one could get too close, and then it happens. Obviously, he’s full on demon form and ready to teach someone a lesson, but then you stop him, and he’s confused. “Don’t worry Darling, I will handle them.” What’s that? You don’t want him to handle them? Are you out of your mind? “MC they hurt you and they shall pay the price.” A second chance? Do you know what demons are? Look, now the demon is laughing! But… for your sake, Lucifer is backing down. For now. 

“If they do it again, I won’t hesitate MC; this is for your safety. Demons don’t usually change for the better. No, you can not use me as an example.” 

Mammon:

Here’s the thing: chances are, Mammon would talk way more than he would actually fight, anyway. He’d go on a whole speech about how you’re his and he’s there to protect you and how you will never have to worry about anything with him around. Then that demon would get the same lecture and honestly, he’s probably going to bore the demon to death more than anything so you, realistically, don’t have to worry about him being violent, anyway, UNLESS the demon swings at him first because then it’s okay and sorry MC, but this got a little too personal. Just one punch, okay? And then he’ll literally grab you and run for it because even Mammon knows he won’t last long. 

“Listen this ain’t cuz yer scared or I’m scared. This is cuz I can’t let ya get hurt!.... Again!” (Spoiler: it’s because he won’t last long due to his constant worry about you)

Leviathan:

Hold up. Wait a minute. You’re telling him that, after everything he’s been through, everything he’s done, every rough path he had to take to get you, you’re telling him now that he can’t protect you because this lowlife scum deserves a SECOND CHANCE?! Give him a moment, he needs to calm down. Not only is he jealous because someone else managed to get their hands on you but also, “MC are you stupid?! They hurt you!” Like, he genuinely thinks you’re insane. But then he also immediately feels bad for calling you stupid and he’s having a mental debate on what’s more important: avenging you and being a lowkey hero, or giving into your wish and making you happy…. “Ugh….Fine! Fine… but you’re not going anywhere alone ever again!” And also…. He might’ve, totally, tripped that demon with his tail as he takes you back home. Just enough for them to faceplant. No actual violence. 

“They deserved that much…. What? I didn’t do it…..!” Yes he did.

Satan:

Oof. Anger. Rage. Wrath. Fire. It’s all inside of him and he is, quite literally, fuming. His demon form suddenly feels too tight and he wishes he could emerge into his full form without actually causing you to have a heart attack. You’re practically begging him to calm down, “calm down?!” And he’s having none of it. Someone touched what was his and they hurt you doing that, “S-Satan…” but your voice is scared and laced with fear and although he thinks it’s because of the demon at first, “Don’t worry, this worthless excuse of a life won’t be here much longer,” he soon realizes it’s actually he that is scaring you and it catches him off guard. Why are you scared? He’s protecting you! It hurts his heart, though, to see you be so afraid of them and he’s mentally battling himself. He can’t let them get away with this; it would go against his own personal morals and beliefs, but also…

“Let’s… let’s go home… I’ll make some hot chocolate for you and we can… calm down.” 

Asmodeus:

He tries to avoid conflict as much as possible, half because he doesn’t want to get his hands dirty, and half because he doesn’t like it. If anyone deserves to be a drama queen, it’s him, not anyone else. So you telling him, as he’s about to fight for the first time in a couple millennia, to please not… kind of sets him at ease. “Are you sure?” but he also needs to make sure that this is exactly what you want. He doesn’t like it, of course, because he does firmly believe people deserve to be held accountable for their actions, but he would hate to see you upset with him when he could just… 

“don’t forget to put facial cleanser on tonight and drink water. Your ugliness needs to be washed off and your soul could use some hydration. Hatred out, flowers in!”

Beelzebub:

Oh he’s ready to not only throw hands, he’s ready to tear someone apart. Angry Beel is a scary Beel and he takes a sense of… pride when people fear him, but only if they SHOULD fear him, you know? Laying hands on you is a BIG no no and he won’t treat it lightly. Whatever your relationship with him may be, he protects the people he cares about and his fist is pulling back way too quickly for you to say stop “Beel!” but you’re scared and he halts because he can hear it in your voice and immediately pauses, turning to look at you. He still has a tight grip on them and he’s still ready to tear them to pieces, but you’re also trembling now and his wings slowly lower, thinking he had done something wrong. “I’m… sorry….” stop? You want him to stop? He doesn’t like that… “What if they hurt you again? I can’t let that happen….” he can’t, in good conscience he can’t….. 

“You’re off the hook for now, but let me catch you near MC again and there’s nothing you will be able to do but tell your little life goodbye.”

Belphegor:

Look, MAYBE he’s being a little hypocritical right now, okay? Yeah he totally kind of did the same thing to you but that’s exactly why he’s doing better now! He realizes how wrong he was and how he should’ve never done that, you know, all that good 180 degree turn around stuff, but also??? How dare someone else do that??? “I’m not letting them go MC. Not until they have paid. And you just have to stand there and watch as Belphegor jokes them with his tail and for a while that may work BUT…. he hates the look you gave him when he turns back toward you. It breaks his heart, although he would only reluctantly admit that, so he drops them to the ground and looks at you a bit ashamed. “Fine… I won’t… not today…” and you’re lucky he’s lazy and that tail-lift already took a lot out of him. “But it can’t happen again. I won’t be this nice next time MC.” ain’t no one allowed to mess with you! 

“Just because I made a mistake doesn’t mean you can. Run before I decide to squash you anyway.” 

[melissa-s23]

Private lesson

Sumarry: Janus try to decieve himself into a timeline where he can save his friends. He does not expect reality to offer him an opportunity to prove himself.

Word count: 3127

Characters: Janus Sanders, King creativity Sanders

Warnings: Sword fighting?? Idk please tell me if you think something else should be added here.

Author’s note: MY FIRST ONESHOT EVER COMPLETED! Yes! And the honor goes to @rondoel ‘s King!AU! ( @kingcreativityau ) :D Now: are the characters OOC in this? Most probably. Do I really care about it? Only a tiny bit. I only started to post Sanders Sides content here recently, but I’ve been a fan of the series for a few months now so I had time to read a lot of fic... however I’m still not sure on what I got wrong so if you have any criticism, positive or negative, please let me know! Lastly, this was at first supposed to be an animatic (on the song called ‘This is war’) but I have NO TIME to draw and lot of time to write so enjoy! When I do get time, I might try to animate a certain part of it that I don’t think I nailed that well in the fic. Anyway, I’ve been rambling for long enough. ENJOY!!!

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Janus stood there, in the empty training room. Since King's return, he felt very conflicted, and he hated himself for it.

The king was merciless, he cursed Patton to make him look like a toddler, he removed Logan's vocal cords, he cursed Virgil into torturing himself into deadly downward spirals, and...

And he was very spiteful, he was angry... because he'd betrayed him.

Janus clenged his fist. He couldn't help but remember the look of betray and rage that his King gave him when he discovered his team-up with Logan. Those orange eyes that could burn him down on the spot. Those oh so intense eyes... Damn it, he was back at it again. This is over now. His king was gone. Now it was the King. The tyrant. The side who hurt his friends.

He was standing in the empty room, looking at his reflection by the mural mirror. His now half-half face looked so tired. Was he really this tired ? He was probably very very tired... but he'll rest later, as the memory of his most recent wound was still fresh in his head, replaying this utter humiliation, he just couldn’t sleep. Anger soon filled him up.

He could have tried to stop him. He could have tried to save his friends, and instead he just... froze. He just let it happen like he couldn't do anything. And he knew how to fight ! He knew how to defent himself for crying out loud ! He could've done something, and instead... Nothing ! He recalled the scene, bit by bit. How Logan stood at his left, how virgil was just behind, how the king was looming over them, despite being 10 feet away from them. He remembered every movement, every word, and every second of that moment like it was written in his metaphysical blood.

And in a second, it was like he was dragged back to this hell again.

And he would not let it happen a second time.

He summoned his cane and raised it up at the memory of King. His mind wandered off now. He had to imagine how he would've react. Would he summon his sword or take full creative control to just trap him ? He wanted to think he had a chance, so he chose the sword scenario.

And just like that, the imaginary fight was on. Step forward. Left. Right. Dodge. Go protect them. Put up a fight. He would have rushed toward the tyrant and aimed for the head, the sword would've get in the way and he could uses the top of his cane to project himself back to the group. Go. Dodge. Pare. Block and Dodge and Move fast and Dodge again and Block and pare and send it back. The world was spinning around him and the fight got more and more intense. He may have his eyes closed, but he knew perfectly where he was in the room, and he was completely in his daydream. Left and Right and Block again and Forward and Left and Block and backward and spin and swing the cane for it to stop only an inch away from the face of his enemy. He would have been a threat, and he would have been able to save his friends from the King.

He didn't expect, however, to be met with the actual King in front of him when he opened his eyes.

Janus' eyes widened and he immediately cursed himself for backing up. Great. He was all about putting up a fight and a second later, he was cowering. ‘Talk about blowing smokes.’ He at the very least kept his glare from fading away. He couldn't be scared of him. He couldn't show it. He was simply surprised... He had to make that a challenge for him, Deceit was not a side you could see right through, after all.

« You seem to have a quite... Interesting dancing style » King spoke, an almost mocking grin showing as he looked down at Janus. Crap. Did he knew ? Was he there the whole time ?

As the tyrant lift his hand, Janus snaps back into reality, setting his guard up and putting a stronger grasp on his cane. Only for the object to sudenly float in the air, shining with bright light and transforms into a sword that Janus grabbed back before it falls on the floor. This left only more confusion in the half-snake, confusion which turns into alert when he lifts his gaze back at the King only to be met with another blade. He jumps back.

« W... What ? » Janus was lost.

« Wouldn't you try and learn an acutal fighting technique ... » King's voice was composed, but also slightly amused at Deceit's confusion.

«... instead of the poor travesty I just witnessed ? » until it all vanished in favor of annoyance.

Janus tried to process the words as King switched his position for a dueling one. His sword in front of him, his torso on the side and his feet dug on the ground. Was he.... what ? What was happening ?? One thing sure was that he invited Janus to mirror his behaviour. And so he did, taking a deep breath, and standing still while carrying his sword to cross the others. And before he figured out what to do next, King took three blows and sent Janus' sword flying through the air and crashing on the ground.

« Whoa wHoa WHOA ! Hold on ! » Janus lifted his hands in defense and gulped as the blade of his enemy got dangerously close to his throat.

He then heard a chuckle, and the blade finally got away from his neck. « It was just too tempting. » He snapped his finger and the sword flew right back to Janus' hand, who was still confused.

« Alright, for real this time, I let you give the first blow. »

Janus hesitated, still not sure if the scene before him was really happening, but quickly composed himself. He came back to mirroring King's posture and came with a serious expression. He quickly analysed how he could start and how he could win the fastest. When he assumed to find a way to win quickly, he lifts his sword up and went for it.

Boy, was his assumption wrong.

He thought he'd move faster, but the moment the sword swingged on the left, King's weapon caught him off guard, and it only took two quick slays for Janus' to fly in the air again. He felt baffled and humiliated. And the amused smile from his opponent didn't boost his ego at the moment.

« How ? » He didn't understand. Even his instincts weren't nearly as fast as the King, and the tyrant didn't get the chance to train in years !

He only got an arrogant giggle in response before the sword flew back to Deceit's hand. Janus frowned deeper and dug his feet in the ground, ready to jump. King did not miss, nor cared for deceit's threat.

« Again. » He simply ordered. He only had to move his arm to be back to his initial position. Was there a point to it ? Or did his tyrant just liked to put him through this childish show of superiority ?

For some reason, Janus obeyed.

And lost.

Again.

« Try again. » the King ordered.

The other obliged.

After the 4th time the sword flew back into the yellow side, he had to face it : This was happening. King was training him to sword fight. And he just... accepted it ??? What ?? How was this happening ? Usually, he would try to bite back, make some remark, try to hurt him, but here he just... went along with it. And King seemed pleased with that. He looked...content. He looked satisfied with giving Janus private lesson. This moment...  against all odds... felt... not as bad as he expected.

The more they fought, the less cold the tyrant was, and the less tense they both get. King stopped trying to bring him to his knees and instead looked like he a professor, excited to give his student something to work on.

Of course, he would never admit it, but in this instant, in this moment of intimacy and challenge devoted from any animosity... It was calming, it was like a fresh wind coming after a heat wave of chaos, and the adrenaline that came from the fight was giving him enough energy to savour every second of it.

Wait.

No.

No no no no no.

He wasn't enjoying it. He wasn't enjoying it at all. He could not appreciate what was happening : the sadistic bastard was bellitling him and humiliating him right now ! And worst part is ? He couldn't even do anything about it ! Because King is so freacking good at sword fighting and Janus' main weapon has been turnd into a sword for crying out loud. There was no time to lust over past relationship !

And another game lost.

« I told you to pay attention to what was happening high up. Looking at my chest is not going to do much if you want to predict where or when I'm going to hit next. I thought you'd know that. »

« I was simply lost in another train of thought, I hope you could forg- »

DON'T.

FINISH

THIS WORD.

'You be submissive, god dammnit.' He thought to himself before clearing his throat and returning to his cunning voice. He had to keep his distance.

« I don't need you to tell me that. I was simply lost in thought. Do you really I am this much of an idiot ? »

« Well, you didn't prove me otherwise yet so. » He chuckled low and got ready for yet another one. « En garde. »

Even though he couldn't hide the joy he was feeling at the moment, he could mask it behind his usual calm appearance.

« And how many times are we going to do this ? » He asked, his tone playing between teasing and bored

«Until you get some actual fighting skills. » King answered, playing along.

« Ouch. I think I prefer the wounds caused by your sword. »

« Well then hurry up and grab your weapon. » Damn it. Why did they seem to get along of all sudden ?

« As you wish. This was merely a warm up. » he lied

« I do not doubt it any second. »

And just like that, the conversation became non-verbal again.

…

Truth be told, neither knew how long they've been fighting. Was it an hour ? Three hours ? 20 minutes ?

Truth be told, neither cared.

All janus knew is that he was getting better and better, almost becoming a challenge to the King , and the other side seemed glad to step up and fight with more intensity.

And both completely forgot to hide their excitement.

Janus started to tease king, even when he was clearly losing, and the other responded with as much sarcasm and complicity. The two glared at each other with malice and playfulness the whole time. And both couldn't help but smile.

And just like that, it felt as if they never left each other.

When he was younger, Janus and his king would play around with wooden swords, roleplaying like two ennemy seeking vengence in the most childish way. Janus sometimes would fake losing so he could see his king's proud smile which was worth losing 10 times again. His king would sometimes lose and janus would feel a feeling of acomplishment that was very strange to him, in a pleasant way. And at the end, they would most of the time lay down on the green grass and just talk about everything and anything.

And right now, he felt like he was playing with his king. Only the swords weren't made of wood anymore, and it was more professional. But still, it felt the same.

And it felt ...pleasant.

He could hear himself laugh just like when he was younger, and if he listened closely, he could feel king chuckle just like his king.

And it felt … nice.

From the talk, to the movement, both were on edge, calculating every move and waiting for an opportinity to strike. It was an amazing strategy game combined with pure raw strenght. And King's fighting style was both very classical and yet creative. He was very crafty and Janus only had to rival with his own tricks. They were in the moment, living fully the present.

And it felt...

And dear lord, it felt so, so good.

He could feel himself fly as he dodged, he could feel fire in his vein when he was about to strike down, he felt his head spinning, yet everything around him was so crystal clear, it was like a dance. A disturbing, aggressive, cold and passionate dance.

A dance...

They used to dance before.

His king and himself.

Most of the time, when they were done fighting, they would lay down on the grass. Most of the time.

Sometimes, he could have the biggest honor of all.

'Now, my dear, would you enjoy a waltz with me ?' his king offered his hand

-'I don't want to step on your foot again'

-'I told you you didn't hurt me ! Come now, it's not your job to be scared.'

despite his defensive approach, he adored those dances.

-'Alright, I'll dance with you. '

How did it go again ?

1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3.

Left, right, right, wait no, was it left again ?

1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3

step up, forward, step back, and one turn and another. His king would have his hand on Janus' shoulder and Janus would have his hand on his king's waist. And they would dance, and the music filled the air, and his king would have made a room just for them to dance.

1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3

Turn around, then left then back up.

1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3

Then caught in their trance

1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3

They would just spin around, and turn and spin and spin again and everything was  spinning around them and they could only see each other and the whole world was spinning and it was just them. Just the two of them.

And they would smile and they would laugh and everything was still spinning around them and it was blissfull, passionate, affectionnate and in they would join their hands once more and their finger would interlace and once their hands was only one thing, they would lift it in the air with bravery as a victory for their hapiness.

And he would lift his hand in the air, with his king.

And they would lift their hands, hold together, in the air.

And they would yell a victory choir.

King's sword fell on the ground.

And he had his hand on King's chest.

Oh lord, he was too close to King.

Their faces were only two inches apart.

And Janus visibly forgot how to breath.

King was staring with wide eyes, clearly not expecting Janus to send his sword flying nor getting this close. None of them dared move an inch, and none of them could breath.

What... what just happened ?

How could Janus get so caught up in his dreams that he erased whatever was happening in front of him ? And how did this stupid dance from years ago helped him beat the King to his game ? And how could he, despite everything,  try to search for his king's eyes in the tyrant that stood in front of him ?

Right now, the King's red and green eyes were  flickering into orange glimps and his look was just tearing Janus up from the inside. He looked ready to cut his throat open if he had his sword in hand.

And yet …

For only a moment, only for a single instant, did Janus find his King shining through the side in front of him.

Sadly, this bloom inside of Janus' heart got cut fast as thorns grapped him and pulled him far away from his The King, and before he realized what was happening, the thons just gripped tighter and tighter, making Janus unable to hide the jolt of pain.

He struggled, trying to get away from the grasp, but they only tightened and eventually, he stopped, gasping for air. He tried to look back at the tyrant, who was simply observing with a serious expression, the joy of the past moments seemingly dissapeared the moment Janus got too close. And now, he was back to being a threat. Without looking away, he move forward, with slow steps. Janus tried to manage a sentence but the pain was too high for him to form anthing coherent. Eventually, The King was in front of Janus, and the yellow side swore he was about to get killed right on the spot, but instead he just kneeled down, grapping back the sword that flew away.

Oh.

He got up and, with the other hand, brushed over the blade. Without looking away from it, he spoke : « You fought well. » He lift his eyes to meet Janus, struggling not to faint, and determined to look at him with rage. The corner of his lips twiched into the smallest of smirk and he turned back, opening the gap between the two.

And as the King took his steps, Janus' eyes widened, realizing what King was about to do.

'No.'

'No. Not again.'

'Don't leave. '

'Please'

'Don't leave me again. '

He turned into a snake to got away from the thorns and rushed towards him, ready to grip his cape. Anything. Anything but that. He was so close...

But the thorns got Janus back before he could make it.

He couldn't even hear his own grunts of pain. All he could listen to was the sound of footsteps, and a windblow that made King dissapear. Janus froze in place.

And the silence that grew in the room was deafening.

After what felt like an enernity, the thorns let go of Janus, who simply fell on his knees shaking. He hugged himself as hard as he could, and curled on himself.

He tried to fight back tears that wouldn't stop to threaten to fall.

And none of them ever left his eyes. Just like no wound ever left his heart.

------------------------- WHOOOOOO What a ride! This was really fun to write and the challenge of putting words on the visuals your head come up with is certainly something. Now, I hope you didn’t expect things for them to get better just like that, huh? ;) There is too much they need to discuss before being close to make peace, so that’ll have to wait! I have other ideas for those two so I’ll see if I get motivated to write it out. Hope you liked it!! :D