#something has already been Awakened in me there's no turning back now. oh well :> ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[vaguely-concerned]

little detail I've picked up on: lucanis seems to like it when rook is smart. not in an academically minded way, necessarily, but when they're clever/analytical and clear-eyed about the practical realities of a matter and able to sort out the bullshit. most immediate example that comes to mind is of course when rook points out to illario that zara physically can't have made it back to vyrantium yet by conventional means in the café scene (where they're also backing what lucanis is trying to say, so the approval there makes extra sense), but it pops up in several other places too where rook cuts through to the heart of a problem with that kind of thinking. his and davrin's approval often overlap, but davrin seems to like it when rook is resolute and practical (and kind but don't tell anyone that sssh <3 ilu davrin), where I get the sense that lucanis gets that extra little thrill when they're also clever. in another contrast emmrich likes it when you're curious and openminded and kind (a lot like solas in da:i really) -- more like a life-long earnest academic *would* think about and value learning and knowledge in terms of a process and way of thinking rather than the results that come out of it -- while i think lucanis kind of likes it (and possibly gets a little ah frisson out of it depending on your relationship with him lol) when your mind is a knife. which I think is really neat. also tracks perfectly with him liking both viago and neve too haha. he clearly enjoys the Thinkers of the world.

[cherllyio]

What would happen if MK got a circlet? - Theory/Analysis

(Warning: talk of self harm)

A little while ago, I made a post (here), where I brought up how Wukong getting a circlet in the last season, could be a set-up for MK getting one in the next season.

So, I thought it would be interesting to look into the evidence for it, starting with:

MK's Characther Development

MK for the last couple of seasons (4-5), have been trying to deal with the fact, that he might be at fault for all the harm that have been put upon the world and (more importantly) his friends and family.

This does make sense, as we now know, that it is techincally his fault that so many world-ending scenarios have been happening lately.

MK's birth/awakening is literally the sign that the cycle is about to come to an end, and if he is hence woken up too early than he is supposed to, then the cycle will come to an end too early.

But now, MK has kept the cycle going past it's experation date, and hence proven that people can live without destiny and deal with what comes next together.

But that ironically enough leads to MK's next problem: Proving that the world really can live with chaos now that there is no destiny/ control to ward it off.

Chaos has already started to show its first signs, with Macaque's shadow powers suddenly turning orange and MK's staff suddenly gltiching with thoughs same chaos powers.

Not to mention that MK and the other stones (that have now given power to everyone on Earth) are literally made from chaos!

So, how is the world going to be able to control all this chaos? Well, one answer (at least to control MK's chaos) could be the circlet. After all, the reason Sun Wukong got a circlet back in JTTW in the first place was to control his chaotic nature that hurt quite a few people.

But that just begs the question then: How would MK even get a circlet?

Well to that I see two possibelties:

Tang gives it to him (probably by accident) as Tang is directly related to Tripitaka.

MK gives himself a circlet.

I'm going to discuss the latter, as it is one I haven't seen discussed a lot.

MK giving himself a circlet was brought to my attention by a comment made by @peachponygirl on my original post about MK getting a circlet, and got me thinking:

We have seen he is cabable of controlling the circlet, so wouldn't that mean he should also be able to summon one based on what we saw with Li-Jing?

So, lets say that MK's chaos went out of control (for example: he went apehshit), and while it probably wasn't his fault, he is going to start thinking if maybe him staying alive after the cycle is even a good thing? If maybe, there was a reason he could only live for so long? If the way he was created wasn't intended to hurt people, but only if he sacfriced himself at the end of the cycle (something I discussed in an earlier theory)

And then lets say that he is in another situation, where he is about to lose control again, and in a panic he gives himself a circlet, so he can control himself.

This would be incredibly dark (and is also why I put a warning in the start), but it could possibly happen.

To summarize:

MK needs to learn and try to live without a destiny, and the stability it gave him. He might not have known, he even had a destiny for most his life, but when he did, there most have been something comforting about it. After all, he almost immedatly accepted it, when he learned his destiny was to sacfrice himself, and was about to pull through, before realizing he will just end the world either way.

So now if MK learned, that his biggest fear for most of season 4-5 (that he will hurt the people he loves), could actually happen now that there is no destiny, he might seek out the circlet (just in case) there needs to be a way to stop him.

Conclusion: Oh god this theory got dark.

[catharusustulatus]

Steve has never actually kissed anyone on New Year’s Eve before. After he and Nancy reconciled post-Demogorgon showdown in 83 they’d gotten close, but Mike had interrupted them on the Wheeler’s front porch, the little shit. And after Nancy, well, he’d been alone in 84. In 85, he and Robin built a blanket fort in his living room and drank themselves sick on root beer until the ball dropped, and he’d held her hand while they drifted asleep, kissing out of the question; he loved her in a different, deeper way.

And now…now it’s 86, about to be 87, and Eddie is alive, miraculously, and all of them are gathered in the new Hopper-Byers house, and Eddie has been flirting with him ever since Steve manhandled his mangled body to the hospital, Steve’s an idiot but he’s not stupid, and here’s Eddie looking at him like Steve is alive, too. Eddie looks at him and something awakens. There’s an electricity in the air, the kind he told Dustin about once upon a time in the woods.

So when he knows no one is watching, he looks Eddie deep in the eye and says “share a smoke?” And they leave the room together for the quiet cold of the backyard, still mostly weeds and the dark of winter and Steve can see Eddie’s breath. Can see how alive he is. He’s been worried about him all year, intrigued by him, pulled toward. And now here they are. The dim patio bulb flickers and before Steve can get out a cig, can say another word, before he can say “happy new year Eddie I can’t stop thinking about you and I know you’ve been flirting with me for months and I want you I want you just as bad will you kiss me?” Eddie is already kissing him.

And it’s soft. It’s so soft, because Eddie is smiling against his mouth in a kiss, his left hand coming up to hold Steve’s chin. And then it’s hotter, their breath mixing as they both open their mouths wider, kissing deeper, feeling their lips move together and Steve can’t believe it can’t think can’t hear the screen door open can’t stop kissing Eddie until he feels Eddie pull away, removing his hands from his hair, hears Robin say “uh, earth to dingus one and two, hello!?”

Steve just stares at Eddie, blushing and smiling. He doesn’t turn to her, can’t look away when he says “hi Rob.” Eddie won’t look away either. Eddie won’t look away from him, does the opposite, grabs Steve’s hand. Steve feels like he’s floating.

“Oh my god, lover boys. It’s only” Steve sees her lift her wrist in his peripheral vision, “ten thirty. It’s only ten thirty and you’re already kissing!” He can hear her exasperation, but beneath he knows, he can feel her approval. He can’t help it, he’s relieved. He’s happy. He starts to giggle.

Eddie starts to laugh too, pulling Steve closer. Steve finally looks over to see Robin rolling her eyes, but she’s also beaming, her face lit by the single bulb, and they pull her down to them, hug her, kiss her on the cheeks. “Ah, my freckled friend. You won’t spill the beans, will you?” Eddie asks.

Robin pinches Eddie’s cheek. “Your secret’s safe with me, hotshot.” Steve knows down to his bones it’s true. Knows she’ll cover for them. This makes him feel even giddier. “I’ll, uh. Let you two get back to it” she says, and then she’s gone, and it’s just Eddie looking at him again, staring at Steve like he’s a second moon, a pretty thing.

They kiss and kiss and kiss, until they slide out of the grass and out the back gate and kiss their way back to Steve’s car, into his house and bed and heart and it’s already a good year.

[carminechrollo]

HIS NAME? MIYA ATSUMU | miya atsumu x f!reader

MASTERLIST | NEXT

SYNOPSIS: Somehow, your little drunken one night stand with Atsumu has turned into a big mess overnight after the media discovers it. Now, you’re accused of cheating on Semi Eita, and his fans aren’t too happy about all this.

CONTENT WARNING: slight angst, implied alcohol use, semi eita mention, reader is hungover, brief mentions of bile, reader is accused of cheating, online bullying, atsumu is kinda stupid, use of ‘y/n’ for media articles.

WORD COUNT: 3.7k

NOTES: this is a repost!

A sharp pain abruptly awakened your drunken slumber, as though pulled violently from the serene depths of sleep, a whirlwind of reckless inebriated events rushed to your mind first thing. How cruel, you weren’t even fully sober yet your brain clearly had no qualms reminding you of your stupidity.

Upon peeling your eyes open, you were greeted with darkness, the hazy ceiling spun uncontrollably, and your body ached from head to toe. The low hum of Paris’ streets spilled from the opened window; occasional vehicles, and drunken people navigating through the warmly lit night. The cool, night breeze kissed up your bare body leaving trails of goosebumps behind—now, this really had you sobered up.

The bar. Atsumu. His hotel room.

Oh god. Now, you’ve really done it. You tried to keep a hold of yourself, and scoured your hazy mind to think of what to do next—sleep through it, and deal with it in the morning? Or escape now, and don’t look back? Sure, you weren’t heartless but you were more than confident that Atsumu was on the same page as you regarding this arrangement; in short, this whole thing was just a one night stand, nothing else. So, if you were to leave now, you’d probably never see him again whatsoever—that's that.

Taking a deep breath, you let out a low wince as your head pounded in the rhythm of your heart beat. You slowly sat up, prying yourself off of Atsumu’s weighty arm that rested atop your stomach before rolling off the bed to find your discarded clothes, and hastily put them on without waking up Atsumu.

As you faced the crimson carpet beneath, you heard a faint chime coming from somewhere in the room; you instantly knew it was yours from the familiar tone. After a few minutes of trying to navigate through the carpeted floors on your hands, and knees, you finally found your purse, its leather material cool against your palm. Atsumu’s low snores filled the silence of the room as you opened your bag, and took your phone out.

A surge of bright light blinded your eyes for a split second, making the pounding in your head ten times worse. You cursed under your breath, fingers hastily scrambling to lower down its brightness. Blinking a few times, your eyes finally adjusted to your phone screen, zeroing in on the endless strings of notifications stacked on top of another; your heart picked up its pace.

Oh, this cannot be good.

A lot of it were text messages from your manager, and publicist—a clear sign that something was indeed very, very wrong especially with the amount of missed calls, and pilling messages. Though, the one that caught your eye was a message from Semi which was sent ten minutes ago.

Today 03:40 AM

Semi: Hey, have you seen the recent headlines?

Semi: i just saw this posted not long ago ..

Semi: https://moon-articles.com/YN-accused-of-cheating-on-boyfriend-semi-eita/

Semi: Clearly, what’s stated there isn’t true but I’m worried about you. Call me when you get the time, okay?

Today 03:52 AM

You: Fuck.

Semi: Have you read it? Are you okay?

Semi: Is it true that they spotted you with that volleyball player?

You: No, I haven’t but based on the link, I can already tell what it’s going to be about.

You: Fuck. My head hurts. I’ll message you later.

Read 03:56 AM

It was as though all blood had been drained from your body, limbs tingling with fear, and chest heaving as you let out heavy pants. You were panicking—well, who wouldn’t be? You could already tell how much of a mess this whole situation was going to be. God, you just wanted to shove yourself under the covers, and leave all this for later but if you were being honest, there wasn’t an ounce of sleep in your body anymore.

With a bated breath, you opened the link Semi sent you, pupils hastily scanning each typed word of the article,

The City of Love: A secret rendezvous for a drunken affair?

Caught red-handed in a drunken affair, Y/N and MSBY Black Jackals’ starting setter, Miya Atsumu were pictured getting comfortable together in a luxury bar in Paris, France. Y/N, who had just successfully finished the last leg of her world tour—Champagne Kisses—in Europe a few days ago was to spend the last few nights in Paris to start off a well-deserved break. Sources are unsure as to what Miya was also doing in France which leaves many to speculate about the relationship between the two.

As pictured below, it is seen that Y/N and Miya Atsumu were cozying up to each other seemingly inebriated and careless. They have gained the attention of many fans for all the wrong reasons. Many are upset and confused about this shocking revelation as they question Y/N’s standing with co-artist Semi Eita who was revealed to be her boyfriend earlier this year; Semi’s fans have gone ahead and accused the former of cheating on their beloved idol with the volleyball star on Twitter.

With the three in the centre of media’s attention, everyone awaits for their response regarding the whole scandal.

No way. No fucking way. Not only was the article completely incorrect in every aspect but it also accused you of cheating on Semi—you may be stupid at times but never in a million years would you cheat on someone, let alone a person which the media portrayed was your supposed boyfriend.

You’d never even do this to anyone! Why was the media so quick to jump to scandalous conclusions? What benefit did they get for trying to stain your image?

As if it was second nature, you quickly swiped through your homescreen, and opened Twitter which greeted you with a flurry of notifications regarding the scandal. The first tweet to pop up in your timeline was one from Entertainment News captioned with the words you’ve already seen more than enough for the past ten minutes—you, Atsumu, Semi, and cheating. With a shaky thumb, you scrolled down, eyes carefully reading each, and every comment there was under the tweet.

You stared at your screen despite its brightness burning your eyes, gaze locked onto the hate comments meant for you as though your mind was trying to sear it into the very walls of your brain. As expected, most of them were from Semi’s fans since he was made out to be the victim in all this—you couldn’t really blame them for looking out for him but it was just all wrong.

Sure, having a one night stand with a stranger you just met in a Parisian luxury bar wasn’t the smartest thing to do but at the end of the day, celebrity or not, you were just a human after all. Though, the media was never known for its kindness in these situations because you knew this scandal wasn’t only going to affect your future projects but also your present ones—not to mention the image you’ve worked so hard to build over the course of years you’ve been in the industry.

If you were going to be completely honest, you felt absolutely pathetic. The state you were in right now screamed so—sat on the carpeted floors of Atsumu’s hotel room, clothes unruly, head violently pounding, and tears welling in your eyes; not the usual image your fans saw nor anyone else. At this moment, you weren’t Japan’s treasured artist, no, you were just plain old you; the normal human being everyone forgot existed behind the flashing cameras, and fabricated smiles.

Your nails dug into the plush material beneath you, every fibre in your body tingling with pure panic; your mind screamed at you do something, anything just to put an end to this nightmare you’ve started deep down, you knew there was nothing you could really do but take all the bitter jabs, and unnecessary hateful comments. 

A million things ran through your mind, it mirrored a storm’s eye—chaotic, swirling with violent winds, and raging azure waters yet not one idea on how to deal with all this formulated.

Calm breaths turned into shallow, rapid ones, heartbeat quickening with every short inhale, and exhale through your parted lips. The early Parisian morning was tranquil yet it felt unnerving, as though everyone was lurking in the shadows, stalking their prey—you—and waiting to pounce at the first sign of fragility.

The silence was deafening. You needed to get out of here as soon as possible—away from Atsumu, away from this damned hotel room; away, away, away as though you were a wanted convict fleeing from a crimson-painted crime scene.

And without looking back, you ran.

You ran, and ran, and ran, articles of clothing messily draped over your sticky body, and hair dancing against the cool morning breeze as your legs carried you through the deserted Parisian streets. Everything was a messy blur, shadowed hues of shops, and buildings alike whirled past with every heavy step taken, ignoring the tight pinch on the apex of your legs. Damn you, Miya Atsumu.

God, you felt absolutely sick, saliva pooled your tongue, all the consumed alcohol from last night nauseatingly making its way back up, and was already leaving an unpleasant taste in your throat—it burned like straight, hot acid, clawing at the lining of your oesophagus hard enough to make you slow down.

In, and out, in, and out, you took several deep breaths to reset yourself; to calm the violent nerves, to push down the bitter bile that lingered in your throat. A light sheen of sweat covered your skin, your mouth felt dry, and your head violently spun. It was funny, the daring contrast between the pleasures of last night, and the horrors of today—a few hours ago, your body felt like it was on cloud nine, now, it was rapidly on its way to rock bottom. Maybe even deeper.

A few more deep breaths, and you were staggering away again until you reached the familiar grandeur building of your booked hotel. The security guard at the entrance warily eyed your inebriated state as you unceremoniously climbed the crimson carpeted steps. With a dip of his chin, he pulled the door open, you could only muster a slurred ‘thank you’ before hastily heading for the elevators.

You closed your eyes, and leaned on the cool metallic wall as it ascended to your floor; somehow, the elevator made you even more nauseous than you already were. It didn’t help how the lights inside were practically bright enough to blind someone. The sound of heavy breaths filled your ears, each inhale, and exhale getting shakier by the minute as the situation dawned on you.

Sure, it didn’t look that bad but for an artist that had led an unproblematic life ‘til now, it was scary; not to mention how some of Semi’s fans quickly saw you as a target with the bull’s eye located right at your heart.

Being a celebrity didn’t necessarily mean all sunshine, and rainbows, you’ve had a fair share of hate, and unsolicited opinions directed your way but those weren’t something you couldn’t handle, being the attention of a heated scandal on the other hand was a different story, especially when the narrative was nowhere near accurate.

Deemed as your country’s pride, this scandal was sure to leave a nasty stain unless you played your cards right. What a headache.

The faint chime of the elevator reached your ears, revealing the long hallway of your floor. Forcing yourself off the wall, you slowly made your way to your room while mindlessly poking around your purse for the keycard.

“Where have you been?! We’ve been trying to get a hold of you!”

Ah. Your manager.

Just the person you wanted to see right now. Not. Her shrill voice echoed throughout the outstretched hallway, it pierced right through your temples, taking your headache up another notch. You really didn’t want to deal with this right now, all you needed was a nice, warm shower, and a much needed sleep, though, the look on her face already hinted that you were in for one hell of a morning.

She looked at your state, dark brown eyes raked your messy figure with a sigh, her shoulders dropping with pity. “Let’s get you inside, yeah? I’ll let you freshen up but we’re going to have to talk this all out.” This was typical of her, firm yet gentle, and caring, something you’ve grown to appreciate in this unforgiving industry.

The least you could do right now was to take as much time as needed to wash up, and look presentable—so you did. You stayed beneath the running water, rethinking your actions, and the whole situation. Despite your innocence in all this, regret settled deep inside your bones, so many what if’s crossed your mind.

If anything, the soft patter of water droplets hitting the ivory tiled shower floor soothed you, heavy steam that fogged up the glass door acted as a barrier from the outside world, leaving you in your own safe space—all bare, and vulnerable. A side no one has seen, no, a side no one needed to see.

After freshening up, you sat on the crimson loveseat with your manager pacing the living room back, and forth, not knowing where she should even start; you bit your lip, patiently waiting for the stern scolding coming your way.

“We—your publicist, and I—have been trying to contact you for hours,” She started. “I know you’re an adult but these kinds of situations always have consequences, and they’re never good ones.”

Before she could continue, you spoke up, “Wait—can you tell me more about him?”

Your manager sighed, hands coming up to massage her temples but nodding nonetheless. “You’re probably already aware that his name is Miya Atsumu. He’s a professional volleyball player signed with MSBY Black Jackals, and plays as their official starting setter—how did you not know about him?!”

“I don’t—I’m not interested in volleyball.” You shrugged.

God, how foolish could you be? A one night stand with a professional volleyball player was certainly not what you expected from this situation. Ah, you knew the physique he donned was for something.

“As I was saying, you still have a reputation to uphold! I’m not going to say I’m disappointed because it’s your own life, and you can do what you want but remember you’re a celebrity—wherever you are, all eyes will be on you whether you like it or not. Now, your publicist has been drafting up an official statement regarding this, so all you have to do right now is lie low, and wait for it to die down.”

Wait for it to die down.

Those were the exact same words they told you months prior during the height of rumours about your supposed relationship with Semi, and look where it got you—up until now, people still believed that you two were in a romantic relationship. In short, waiting for it all to die down was the most foolish thing you’ve heard. It’d work for other instances but not this one, you were determined to clear your name.

But for now, staying inside your hotel room seemed like an excellent idea. You couldn’t really sleep after your manager left, instead, you opted to stay away through the morning to read the official statement. Surprisingly, Atsumu’s statement shortly followed yours (you definitely did not stalk his social media.).

Greetings.

This is an official statement regarding the current issue surrounding Y/N.

We sincerely apologise for any inconvenience and distress this has caused, especially to Mr. Semi Eita, Mr. Miya Atsumu, and fans. As the scandal involves our artist’s private life, we do not have the right to look into this but it is confirmed that there have been no cheating involved and therefore we deny any allegations or accusations towards Y/N.

We will not hesitate to take action against these false statements regarding Y/N and Mr. Semi Eita. As previously mentioned, the respective parties are not involved in any romantic relationship.

Again, we apologise for the disturbance this has caused.

Signed, Y/N

Hello.

I sincerely apologise for my reckless actions in Paris, France and to Ms. Y/N. As a professional athlete, I know that many look up to me as a role model so I will take the time to deeply reflect on my actions to grow into a better person. As this is an individual issue, I hope that this does not change your view on MSBY Black Jackals as a whole team. I will be holding a press conference once I return to Japan to formally apologise to everyone.

Thank you.

Signed, MSBY Miya Atsumu

Despite being granted a few more days to tour around the city of love before flying home, the scandal had you confined to your hotel room. Earlier today, your manager had advised you to stay inside via text due to the amount of paparazzis surrounding the area, especially after Atsumu was spotted yesterday leaving his hotel for the airport. You had seen the photos, he donned a pair of sunnies while actively avoiding the cameras, one video even showed the volleyball star being bombarded with a ton of questions.

Doomscrolling. That’s what you were doing instead of exploring the foreign country. It lived up to its name after seeing certain posts on Twitter that screamed your tarnished reputation,

@Pop_Charts: “Energy” by @ y/n_official has now fallen off the Top 10 after 82 days at #1 (-12) on the Global Spotify Chart.

@daily updates: #NoOneLikeYou_SemiVersion is trending at #1 in light of scandal. Originally a duet single with #YN & #Semi, fans have been asking for a full song featured with Semi only.

You could handle a song falling off the charts but for fans to demand a ‘Semi version’ from your duet song with him stung a tad bit—you, and Semi worked on that single day, and night only for certain fans to disregard your hard work, and ask for a version without you. Whatever. Shutting off your phone, you tossed it somewhere on the bed before reaching for the remote, maybe watching some TV would help.

After mindlessly surfing a few channels here, and there, you came across a familiar face—flaxen strands, and honeyed eyes, the same ones you met two days ago. Miya Atsumu. He sat behind a long table decorated with MSBY’s logo which mirrored the raven backdrop behind him, a serious expression painted on his face. You turned up the volume, and sat up from your bed, ivory sheets rustling with your movement; even though you’ve had enough of the whole situation, you were curious as to what Atsumu had to say in all this.

Him being caught up in this heated scandal was something you still have to apologise for, personally.

Atsumu surveyed the crowd of journalists, and photographers before him, they all donned the same hungry, and eager look in their eyes—starving, and impatient for juicy information regarding the scandal. He could already predict the kind of questions they were going to throw his way, after all, he got a fair share of them via social media.

To think Atsumu was getting this much attention might have had him worried for you; he was a man of sports, and was only involved with the media for certain aspects of his career but with you, the media watched your every move.

It gave an icy shiver down his spine.

Clearing his throat, he leaned into the microphone to speak, and as if on cue, the cameras began to flash. “Thank y’all for coming ta this press conference despite a late notice. ‘M here ta formally apologise ta everyone for my reckless acts. On the flight back, I’ve done alotta self reflectin’, and realised how I acted was not a good image for myself, and the team,”

“As mentioned in the official statement released prior, I hope my individual actions don’t reflect the team’s image. Once again, I’m sincerely apologisin’ for tarnishin’ my image.”

A low murmur filled the room as Atsumu finished his formal apology with a dip of his chin. A second passed before the first question of the press conference was thrown his way, “So, you confirm that it was you, and her in those pictures?”

He nodded, not wanting to waste his breath on such a stupid question. If official statements were already released from both parties, wasn’t that enough confirmation that you, and Atsumu were the ones involved? Clearly, some people lacked reading comprehension.

“Were you aware of her relationship with Semi Eita?”

Didn’t your statement also state that there was never a romantic relationship to begin with? Seriously, if these were how dumb Atsumu’s questions were, he could only imagine your end of the stick. It baffled him how the media pushed this narrative so much just so they could shape it into juicy gossip for mere entertainment, though said entertainment also cost your reputation as an artist.

Nonetheless, Atsumu answered with a shake of his head, “No, I wasn’t aware but as far as I’m concerned, there was never a relationship ta begin with.”

“Look, she, and I had a fun night together in Paris. I’m sure if she was in a relationship, she wouldn’t have entertained a conversation with me.”

Atsumu wasn’t going to lie, this was starting to annoy him real bad, he already saw the questions coming but he just couldn’t see why they’re so adamant on your private life, Atsumu even felt bad for this Semi Eita guy, and he didn’t even know who he was. It was clear that these journalists were trying to milk everything out of this situation, especially with a clean-slated artist like you, their articles would surely blow up.

“A fun night as in . . ?” The journalist asked.

Atsumu tilted his head, a small smile painted on his rosy lips, it was anything but innocent, “I’m sure ya, and I know exactly what that means, yeah?” This caused a small chatter amongst the press

His very words spilled from the TV speakers of your hotel room. Speechless. You were absolutely speechless to the point where your jaw unceremoniously hung open for a few seconds. How stupid could he get?! Where the fuck was his PR team? You facepalmed, he practically just added more fuel to the fire after telling the media you two slept with one another. How great.

Miya Atsumu you stupid fucking volleyball player.

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[five-rivers]

An anonymous asker requested a fic where Danny was eaten and reborn. Hope you enjoy. :3

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In the Infinite Realms, the closest thing to death was rebirth. There were, after all, very few things that could die twice, and they could not die permanently.

That being said, there were many ways to be reborn. By forgetting one's past, like those who drank from the Lethe. By being exalted into something higher. By being reduced to something lesser. By changing, as the butterfly in its cocoon, or a larva fed on honey. By the force of one's own awakening power, or by the manipulations of another. By curses. By blessings. By incautious wishes. By consumption.

In the Far Frozen, there was a great dragon. An ice wyrm. It sported elegant horns, proud antlers, a flowing mane, and sharp teeth. Ice like diamonds gleamed from its hide, nestled within fur and feathers both. Its wings and legs were small, compared to its great length, but it had many of them, all of them tipped with talons of ice. It brought clouds and snow in its wake, and, when it was angry, blizzards and thundersnow.

Some stories claimed that it could, if it chose, take the form of a noble-featured man or woman, and speak on things like science and poetry with the ease of one who had studied those disciplines for lifetimes. Others framed the dragon as a monstrosity, a violent beast made for destruction. Still others had it as a simple force of nature, born of the Realms.

Every one hundred years, the fiercest warriors of the Far Frozen would hunt it - an endeavor that might last years in and of itself - carve its meat from its bones, mount the antlers, and feast. Then, they would place those bones on a frozen river and bury them in snow, so that it would reform, gathering that snow and ice and turning it into flesh.

That hunt would begin soon. The dragon had been spotted, and each of its antlers had the requisite one hundred points.

Danny, flying to the Far Frozen because he'd caught a cold that was messing with his powers, knew none of this. Most of the time, he got over colds within a day or so, if he caught anything at all. He was worried that this was some kind of ghost sickness.

But he wasn't thinking about that right now, even as he passed over the floating icebergs that made up the Far Frozen's borders, because he had more immediate problems.

"Whelp!" shouted Skulker from somewhere behind him.

"Ghost boy!" trilled Technus, from not much further behind that.

They'd started chasing him about half an hour ago, and they were persistent. Whenever he thought he'd lost them, they'd found him again within minutes. One of them must have picked up a reliable tracking tool, because they weren't this competent on their own, usually.

Well, Technus might have been. That ghost knew how to think out of the box.

Danny could probably beat them, even with them working together, but he didn’t want to fight. He wasn't in Amity Park, where he had to if he didn't want the city in ruins, and with his powers acting up--

A missile streaked by him and he banked, knowing that wasn't a miss. Sure enough, it exploded ahead of him, knocking him out of the sky and into an iceberg.

"Ha! Soon, I will have your pelt at the foot of my bed!"

"And my plans for WORLD DOMINATION will be unopposed!"

"Oh my God," said Danny, shoving them both back with a wave of snow. "Just because I'm not there downstairs mean people will just let you take over the world! It's like all the times you've attacked me in social studies means nothing to you!"

A net dropped on Danny. Then, it shocked him.

"How do you like my new drone--"

It was like a dam breaking. Danny's control was already frayed thin, and he was always weak against electricity. He screamed, and that scream turned into a frost-touched wail, ice growing into huge crystals around him. He didn't stop wailing so much as he ran out of energy, dropping to the ground, his vision wavering and his transformation rings flickering around him.

No. No, no, no. If he lost consciousness and his transformation both, he'd... Well, he didn't know if he'd freeze to death, but he didn't want to test it. He forced the transformation rings away and his ghost form seemed to... settle, somehow. He slid down to rest among the bases of the enormous ice crystals he'd made and closed his eyes. He'd worry about that... later.

Danny regained consciousness to the feeling of something - someone? - shaking him. No, someone rolling him over. And rolling him over again. He grumbled, not sure why Jazz was so insistent he wake up and less sure why his bed suddenly felt like the floor of a meat locker.

Something cold caught on the collar of his suit, and then there was a ripping sound. Danny flailed himself awake, losing most of the upper half of his suit to the dragon's claws. Then, he froze, trying to process what he was seeing.

That. That was a dragon. A huge dragon.

Unlike what many of Danny's enemies thought, he wasn't an idiot and he knew when to run from a fight he couldn't win. He made the snap decision to turn human and phase through the iceberg so he could get away.

But, when he called for them, his transformation rings didn't come.

Danny's transformation required power. Energy. Usually, when he approached the lower threshold of that energy, his body would flip him back to the lower energy state of 'human.' But he'd resisted that instinctual, automatic flip, this time. If he were not in the Ghost Zone, he would likely be having trouble staying both visible and solid.

He didn't know that, of course. This situation had only been made possible by a combination of poor sleep, illness, his growing ice powers, and incredibly poor luck.

When the dragon resumed its attempt to peel him with its claws, Danny decided to go with plan B: scream for help. However, he only managed a pitiful rasp. He'd wailed too long and too hard and, well, he was sick. Losing one's voice wasn't exactly an unusual symptom of a cold.

Plan C was fight, but that went about as well as Danny had thought it would. That was to say, it didn't. But he had to do something, and he wasn't going to just let the dragon eat him, which had to be what was going on here, right?

It pinned him down and dragged off the rest off what remained of his suit by the boots. Then, it immediately went to work on Danny's t-shirt, pants, and underthings, which were made of far less sturdy material and shredded easily.

Even for a cold core ghost, being naked in the snow like this wasn't pleasant. It was less pleasant when the dragon started licking him. Danny wriggled and squirmed, anything to get out from under the dragon's claws and away from its tongue, but it was through and careful, seeming to want to get every single part of him.

The tongue was wider than Danny was tall and covered with large, knobbly bumps that slid across Danny's skin like ice. It was wet. It dripped with thick, clinging saliva that smelled faintly floral. It stuck to Danny, making his skin feel slimy and tingly everywhere it touched, like some of his parents' more gooey weapons. Whatever it was, it wasn't made mostly of water.

Then, when Danny was completely covered from head to toe, the dragon let go and breathed on him.

The saliva on Danny's skin froze instantly into a hard, clear layer. His cold core - still developing and often forced to be in much warmer environments than it liked - thrilled at the effect, much to Danny's general discomfort and displeasure.

The dragon flipped Danny over and breathed again, making sure that side of him was also frozen. Then, it started licking him again. All over.

Only once three layers of saliva-ice had been deposited did the dragon open its lips wide and close them around Danny.

The dragon was large enough to hold Danny in its mouth easily, trapped between soft tongue and rigid roof. It turned him over several times, and Danny could feel the ice around him continue to build. The tongue licked and touched and almost played with him. And then, it swallowed, pressing him back into the dragon's throat.

So. Danny had been swallowed before. Not when he was also immobilized and so weak, but it had happened. Most ghosts that tried to eat him, he had found, were not actually designed to eat things. Not in the way that living things ate things. Their throats and 'stomachs' were little more than voids, with little structure.

The fact that this wasn't like that, that the dragon's throat was seemingly made of strong, constricting muscle that pushed him down with rippling squeezes was... concerning. The ripples were slow, but steady, and the pressure of each of them was immense. Danny could feel it through the ice.

It was... not soothing, exactly. Being eaten wasn't soothing. But it was sort of like being hugged by something very large, and being held still... being worn from being sick... being in the dark... It was a regular motion, and one that conspired with the temperature to be very physically comfortable.

(If his cold was caused by something like being too hot, Danny was going to throw a fit.)

And then, with little warning, Danny was extruded into a larger pocket of flesh. He dropped a few feet, then hit something liquid and glowing. He sank down into it and floated for a few minutes.

Then, the folds of flesh around him - the dragon's stomach? - contracted and the liquid began to drain.

Once it was empty, the temperature in the dragon's stomach warmed just enough for the layer of ice on Danny's skin to start to slough off... And to take with it a layer of Danny's skin.

In ghost form, Danny was just as plastic as any other ghost, and his skin reformed quickly over his ectoplasmic muscle. It prickled.

But, now that he wasn't frozen solid, Danny was in a position to actually try to escape. He tried to call energy to his hands, but his powers still weren't responding. He tried to kick and punch his way into at least giving the dragon indigestion, but the walls of the stomach absorbed all the attacks. Then he tried to scratch and bite, but the skin was too tough. Before he could try a different method of attack, the walls of the stomach contracted again, forcing him into a fetal position.

And the stomach started to fill up with liquid again.

Now that he was no longer encased in ice, Danny could tell that the liquid was thick, viscous, blue, and far, far below the freezing temperature of water. It made his new skin feel fragile, delicate, almost... crispy. It was freezing, he realized, it, and the layer of muscle immediately under it, trapping him in this position even as the liquid rose and the stomach relaxed and cooled, freezing a thicker layer around him.

Then, the liquid drained away and the stomach contracted again. And Danny lost another layer of ectoplasm, his body morphing to accommodate the loss. This time, he could also detect a pervasive, low-pitched, vibrating hum all around him. The dragon's core, maybe? Even as Danny started to struggle again, the liquid returned and the stomach relaxed.

And it happened again. And again. And again. Each time, Danny lost more of his substance and his struggles became weaker and weaker, until they stopped entirely, his resistance exhausted. He was still half-human, and he needed sleep more than most other ghosts, but even without that, continually reforming himself so that he wasn't just raw meat was tiring, and the hum of the dragon's core had taken on a distinctly hypnotic cadence.

Danny's body's automatic repairs started to grow... lazier, for lack of a better word. Sloppier. Details were left out. Shapes were smoothed over and made simpler.

And then, just when Danny was starting to nod off, the stomach spasmed and pushed Danny - and the stomach liquid he was marinating in - off into a separate, spherical chamber. It was small enough that even Danny's much reduced form felt cramped.

There was a tickle, near his abdomen, and Danny blearily looked down, through the distortion of the liquid, to see a spiderweb-thin line connecting his navel to the outside of the sphere. As he watched, it grew thicker and thicker, and he could feel his remaining strength flowing out of him along its length.

He should break it.

He couldn't make himself move.

He closed his eyes. So. He'd really been eaten. Successfully. This was, he thought, a really annoying way to go.

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"Hold," said Frostbite, raising his hand. The dragon was nestled in a hollow in the ice far below them, curled in on itself over and over. It seemed to be sleeping, making this the ideal time to attack. Yet, there was something off. Something different from the usual hunt, from the many times Frostbite had seen the dragon before. Then, he spotted it. "We must stop the hunt."

"But Chief--!" protested Sleetfall, the youngest of the tribe's hunters.

"Hush," said Snowdrift. "Listen."

"Look," said Frostbite. "Do you see what it holds between its foreclaws?"

"Ah," said Snowdrift. "Yes. I see."

"What?" asked Sleetfall. "All I see is a ball of ice."

"Ah, you were not yet an adult when this last happened," said Frostbite. Even though Sleetfall was both young and eager, it had been long enough since they come of age that sometimes Frostbite forgot. "It is not a ball of ice. Or, it not only a ball of ice. That is an egg. Someone has been eaten and waits to be reborn within. We must respect the great dragon's role in their rebirth."

He could see in Sleetfall's eyes. They did not want to stop the hunt, the first with such storied prey. But the youth's shoulders slumped and they nodded. "But, Chief, who even would it have eaten? None of the tribe have been missing."

"I have my thoughts," said Frostbite. There were very few visitors to the Far Frozen. "But, come, do not be so grim. A dragon child is cause enough for celebration, even if they do not join the tribe." He patted Sleetfall on the back. "Think about what you could teach them."

Sleetfall brightened. It was well enough. Even if it was Phantom in that egg, he would have much to learn and much to relearn. A rebirth was, after all, still a birth.

[marvelskies1969]

Infinity

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader / Loki x Fem!Reader

Premise: Y/N Rogers was sent away as a child, her powers deemed dangerous. After years of brief summers with Steve and Bucky, she returns for good when their mother dies—just as war begins.

As her abilities awaken, she draws the attention of Loki, the trickster god, and faces growing fear from those around her. Caught between destiny, war, and forbidden ties, Y/N must decide who she truly is—and who she’s willing to fight for.

Warnings/content: slight angst, brief mention of death/dying, funeral, fluff, swearing, unstable parental relationships, follows the plot of the MCU timeline, with small changes.

[Masterlist]

[Part 1]

(Chapter 2)

Whiskey and Regret

Y/N had always imagined her mother’s funeral would be a colder affair. Something impersonal, with only a handful of people, nodding along solemnly while the priest mumbled about virtues she had never seen the woman uphold. Instead, the wake was packed, with murmurs of grief and fond memories rippling through the dimly lit room, clinking glasses punctuating every quiet sob.

It made her feel sick.

Not because she was mourning, but because all of these people seemed to have known a version of her mother that she had never met. The mother who had sent her away. The mother who had abandoned her after their father had died, with nothing but a hollow excuse about how Y/N was "too much to handle.” Too stubborn. Too unpredictable. Too wild.

She swirled the amber liquid in her glass, her dry smile hidden behind the rim. “Cheers, Mother,” she murmured before taking a sip. The whiskey burned, but it was the kind of pain she welcomed.

"You’re drinking already?" Steve's voice was quiet as he stepped up beside her. Her brother had always been pale, but now he looked like a ghost himself, drawn and sickly, his black suit hanging too loose on his frame.

Y/N arched a brow. "It's been at least thirty minutes since the burial. I think that’s plenty of restraint."

Steve exhaled sharply, his disapproval wrapped in exhaustion. He had always been the good one. The one who had stayed, no matter what. As much as there was love for her brother, she envied that about him.

Before he could scold her, another voice cut in—smooth, warm, undeniably amused.

"Give the girl a break, Steve. Funerals are depressing enough without going full prohibition on her."

Y/N turned, already smirking, as Bucky leaned against the bar beside her. He looked like trouble in a well-tailored suit, all easy confidence and sharp blue eyes. She remembered him being handsome before, but now? Now he looked like he belonged in some old Hollywood film, right down to the teasing smirk and the way he nursed his own drink like he was immune to its bite.

"Bucky Barnes," she mused, tilting her head. "They let you in?"

"Couldn’t keep me out," he shot back smoothly, his lips twitching. "Besides, I had to come and see the prodigal sister for myself, first time you’ve been back in years.”

“Oh? Wanted to see if my younger self’s wild reputation held up all these years huh?"

Bucky chuckled, his gaze flickering to Steve, who only sighed in long-suffering patience. "Something like that," he admitted. "But I gotta say, a lot has changed."

Y/N raised a brow. “Like?”

Bucky’s eyes lingered on her just a second too long. Just enough for something unreadable to flicker behind them before he took a sip of his drink instead of answering.

Steve shifted uncomfortably beside them. "Bucky," he said, voice low, a warning tucked into his tone.

Bucky only grinned wider, lifting his hands in surrender. "Relax, pal. Just catching up."

Y/N rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t quite smother the amusement curling at the edges of her lips. "Please, Steve. I can handle a little harmless flirting."

Steve, to his credit, didn't argue. He just pinched the bridge of his nose like this entire conversation was giving him a migraine.

Bucky, on the other hand, looked downright entertained. “You call that flirting?” he scoffed, tilting his head. “Didn’t realize you’d gone soft over the years.”

Y/N’s grip tightened around her glass, but her smirk didn’t waver. ��Bold of you to assume I’d waste my best material on you, Barnes.”

His breath hitched—barely, but she caught it. For just a second, his usual effortless charm cracked, and something flickered in his eyes. He recovered fast, of course. He always did. But Y/N still felt a small, sharp satisfaction curl in her chest. Interesting.

Before she could push further, Steve let out a long-suffering sigh. “Alright, that’s enough. Bucky, we should go.”

Bucky’s jaw ticked, just slightly. He glanced at Steve, then back at Y/N. There was something unreadable in his expression—hesitation, maybe. Or regret. Like he was trying to remember why this was a bad idea.

Y/N lifted her chin, feigning indifference. “Yeah, Barnes. Wouldn’t want to keep you.”

His lips parted, just for a second, like he might say something. But then, as if pulling himself back, he smirked instead—lazy, practiced, distant.

“Don’t be a stranger, Y/N,” he said, voice warm, but with an edge she couldn’t quite place. Then he clapped Steve on the back and turned for the door.

Y/N watched them go, her fingers still wrapped around her whiskey glass. She wasn’t sure what she had expected from today. But it wasn’t this.

Wasn’t him.

And for the first time in years, she found herself wondering if maybe—just maybe—she should have come back sooner.

[calmcoldevening]

(not a second request :000) Bo, Micheal, Thomas, and Brahms with valley girl stereotype! Male reader

I don't really understand this style, I just judge by the guys from TikTok. Correct me if I'm wrong.

Bo Sinclair

• He finds you strangely cute. You're so... unusual. So much so that when you arrive at Ambrose, Bo doesn't have the desire to turn you into another figure in the museum. No, he does have the desire to keep you here forever, but it would be a great loss.

• Bo meets you and immediately tries to appear strong and interesting to you, so that you might also be interested in a possible connection or even a relationship with him.

• He laughs at your way of speaking, but he actually finds it terribly cute. You just have to teach him to express his emotions normally.

• When you're already a kind of couple, you're always complaining about his mess in the workshop, about his lack of some more neat style (but in a formal suit he's damn sexy, agree). Just he goes all day in the same and doesn't even wash these things, you try to tell him that it's disgusting. But he just rolls his eyes and gets you dirty with some paint or gasoline, and then laughs when you scream and curse at him. Your dramatic reactions amuse him, and he finds you cute.

• But if you're in danger or some victim is bothering you, he becomes damn serious and protective, and then goes back to his dirty jokes and teasing.

Michael Myers

• For him, you're like a constantly screaming but cute kitten that he's been left to look after. You're constantly talking, chatting, gesturing, and complaining, and he just watches and... gets excited. He's touched. This man has a strange glint in his eyes, and it's even cute.

• You're trying to fix his confusing image. Sure, you like him, but at least you could wash that weird jumpsuit! "Mikey! OMG, like, this jumpsuit is a total fashion disaster! Let me give you a proper makeover, 'kay? You’ll be, like, sooo slay!" And he listens. Well, he just stands there and does whatever you say. Then he goes to the shower under your supervision, if necessary.

• He likes the size difference between you two. It's like he can literally grab you around the waist with one hand and throw you over his shoulder. He loves the feeling of power and control. It also awakens his desire to protect what's his.

• You're the only one he won't stab. Well, almost. He might just corner you and scare you into silence. But if you get offended, he'll follow you around like a beaten dog all day and beg for forgiveness.

• Sometimes you don't notice him, and then you get scared, and man, it's so cute. He likes it. You scream so funny. "AAAAH! Ohmygod, like, you totally scared me! Ugh, Mikey, babe, stop being such a creep—wait… Like, don’t do that again, ‘kay? My heart can’t take it!"

Thomas Hewitt

• He doesn't understand even half of what you say, he just finds your words sweet and funny, he likes listening to it. Especially when you say his name so tenderly. "OH! Tommy?! Excuse you?! This is, like, literally the worst. The. Worst. I—ugh, I can’t. Fix it. Now." You're so sweet and emotional, he just listens and nods back, continuing to work on something. But if you call him some sweet word, he immediately looks down and blushes deeply.

• You constantly complain about the Texas heat, dirt, and unpleasant odors, but Thomas just rolls his eyes and mumbles something incomprehensible. However, he is now more cautious when examining the victims' belongings, so he gives you all the nice stuff. Clothes, accessories, and perfumes - everything goes into your hands.

• You try to teach him about "normal" life, but in the end, you get used to his peculiarities.

• If someone hurts you or the victim somehow manages to hurt you, Thomas immediately grabs a chainsaw and deals with it. And then you cry that he got your favorite clothes stained with blood, and Thomas apologizes to you and tries to fix it. He doesn't like seeing you sad, so he will try to repair the clothes.

• If someone from the Hewitt family looks at you sideways, Thomas will stand between you and frown. "OH! EM! GEE! Tommy, babe, that was like—literally the most badass thing EVER! You’re, like, totally serving psycho slasher vibes right now and I’m so here for it! Ugh, why are you, like, lowkey the hottest when you’re murdery?!" He just sits there, all red-faced and really pleased, carving something out of wood with an axe. He's such a shy boy, you have him wrapped around your finger. He's in love.

Brahms Heelshire

• He loves your emotional and dramatic side, because he's the same way. You both can have a meltdown over nothing, so you're not just lovers, but also super duper best friends.

• You're the only one who's allowed to break his rules. But only a little. Anything but a goodnight kiss. You have to kiss him. And then you have a passionate night.

• He loves your style. And one day you dressed him in similar clothes, but Brahms felt uncomfortable. He's used to wearing looser, baggier clothes because he's a self-conscious boy, so don't do it again.

• After someone visits you, whether it's Malcolm or your friends (he's jealous, so be careful), you spend a lot of time gossiping about everyone. He loves it. You look cute together and giggle, making him feel loved and needed.

• He steals your favorite things to get your attention or just to make you chase after him. It's so fun, come on!

• When he's around you, he gets a boost of your energy and warmth, and he loves it. He also enjoys hugging and kissing you. If you use lipstick, he wants to be covered in your lip prints.

[almostwisegalaxy]

Yandere boy?

Cha hyun su x reader

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"Myong-oh............ Myong-oh "

She had been walking for three days in search of the person she loved so much. In the tall grass, she moved as fast as she could, but as carefully as she could.

"Myong-oh... Where are you? ............. "

"Where did you take my child .....?" She said crying.

Y/n was desperate. Her husband had left after an argument they'd had. She didn't know until it was too late that he had taken their 2-year-old son. As the sun was setting, she walked through the streets with a flashlight. In the distance she saw a man with a child. She walked toward the silhouette, hoping it was her little family.

"Myong-oh, Myong-oh wait".

But of course it wasn't them. It was a boy with a little girl.

"Oh... I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else," she said with tears in her eyes.

Hyun Su was curious what a girl like her was doing in such a place at night, but he didn't stay too long. He started again when Ah-yi stopped him.

"Baby, baby," she says, pointing to her belly. She pulls Hyun Su's arm even harder to get his attention.

"Baby, baby"

That's when he finally noticed the girl's big belly that made it so hard for her to move. She holds on to a piece of wood to walk. She shakes and faints, but Hyun Su catches her just before she crashes into his belly. He and Ah-yi take her back to the boats.

3 days later

Y/n pov

Rays of sunlight awaken me from my restless sleep. I open my eyes and realize that I'm not in my cabin, but in a boat cabin. I sit up and look around to see a child drawing on the floor. I try to greet her, but she runs off to who knows where. Well, I think it would be better to go out and see where I am.

A young man stopped me.

"No, don't get up, you're still weak, you need to eat something first.

After you woke up, Hyun Su had convinced you to stay with them on the boat. It's been 3 months now. You were reluctant at first, insisting that you had to find your husband and son.

He kept telling you that he was probably already dead, killed by a monster, which is true and he knows it. But you refuse to listen to reason, because Myong-oh is waiting for you.

He is waiting for you.

Hyun Su's POV

Why won't she give up this stupid idea? Her "family" is dead. She's so stubborn. I don't want her to go. Her presence brings joy to Ah-yi and she opens up a little more every day. I can see that the reason she hasn't left yet is because of the little one. She's taken to her as if she were her own daughter. Every time y/n tries to leave, we get in the way and Ah-yi cries and squeezes her leg. I want her to like me too, not to run away when I'm around.

Now that Yi-kyeong has taken over, it's just the two of us on the boat. We fight all the time, I even had to chain her up in our room.

I.... It's not what I wanted, but I can't let her go. I don't know what to do to make her stay.

(Do you love her?) Yes .... Enormously

(Do you want her to stay?) Yes

(Would you use any means necessary?) ..... Yes

Hyun Su's eyes turned blue in a second. From the moment her monster took possession of her body, Y/n no longer had the choice of whether or not to stay.

[rin-sa]

Sunday x Reader

CW: Hints of yandere, stockholm syndrome(?), unwanted pregnancy(?), abduction, nsfw. Attention, I do not know English, the work was written with the help of a translator! I made one of the orders with a small sketch.

It was pointless to run.

Sunday loves you. No, that's not the word. He's obsessed with you. So his obsession played against you. At the very beginning, this feathered one was categorically against taking you away from the outside world and, in general, somehow getting into your life. For him, it was something that would not only violate your trust, but would basically kill him in your eyes. He thought he would only be watching you surreptitiously. No one has abolished control and stalking. This Sunday was very, very good. So there's no way you'd be able to figure out that anyone was following you at all.

 There were cameras everywhere, his eyes, people, crows. No personal space. However, the day came when he decided to kidnap you. What prompted him to do this was not only an obsessive thought that ate the poor man from the inside, no matter how hard he tried to fight it, but also seeing you next to someone was too unbearable for feathered.

Any person, regardless of gender, became an enemy for him. It's enough to spend a couple of seconds with you, as Sunday gives his assistants instructions to eliminate this impudent man. As soon as these people dared to encroach on his beloved?

It doesn't matter if you want to see him, he will follow you everywhere, thus protecting you. Are you strangers and you don't want to see that in reality? Nothing, you will meet in dreams, where you will not only get to know each other, but you will also see him regularly. You definitely won't be able to escape there, with all your desire, but will you have it? Doubtful. After all, you will spend time together there, he will behave diligently, believe me, He knows how to remain steadfast and calm. You will not be able to find out about his intentions in principle.

  Briefly. In this way, he will get you used to his presence, first he will come as a stranger, and then he will persuade you to friendship, if not something more, in order to eventually take you away. Every dream will be accompanied by him, whether it's some kind of nightmare or not, you'll still be next to the feathered one. At some point you will not want to leave this place, because Sunday is near, what could be better?

 Your next awakening was not what you expected.

Sleepy and all disheveled, with tangled hair, you stand up on your elbows. A soft, huge bed, a warm blanket and a couple of nice pillows surround you. A very expensive and rich interior that makes your eyes widen. Fear and shock, a momentary weakness, as you realize that you are not at home.

A raven caws on a gilded stand. But you don't turn to him, you ignore him.

You've been lost in dreams so often that you've already confused reality with dreams. However, now you are 100% sure. This is not a dream. Or...?

– Oh, good morning. How did you sleep? – The tenderest voice touched your ears when you turned your gaze to him. The one who was in your every dream.

It would seem that here he is! Your savior. Only something makes you anxious and start suspecting the whole situation.

It made you doubt if it was real. He sat on the side of the bed and looked at you with a pretty expression on his face until His wings fluttered behind his ears, as if he was rejoicing.

– Ahem. Sunday? I slept very well, but where are we? It doesn't look like my house.… And clearly not a dream.   You ask furtively, looking around again.

"I'm glad to hear it, my angel. Feathered grins. – And you're in your new home. Trust me, you'll be better off with me, won't you? – gently touches your cheek with his gloved hand.

This news has unleashed a wave of fear in you, mixed with a wave of discontent. How could he decide anything for you? Your brows furrowed and you looked at him with a kind of contempt, pulling back the Galovian's hand.

– Excuse me? Should I ask? And if I don't want to? – You're grumbling.

– You were sleeping so soundly that it was a pity to wake you up. Sunday sang. – Think about it yourself. You felt so good with me in your dreams, so why don't you like the prospect of being together, but only in the real world? – silence follows.

– Moreover, every charming bird needs a cage. – He continues. "People like you are too weak to float freely in the big city. – his eyes are watching you closely, while you don't interrupt him.

– Understand, my love. Proper care is important for you, so that you The cruelty of the world did not destroy it. And the cage will be the most beautiful place where you will definitely be safe.

You're confused about what he's saying. It was completely ridiculous for you. Cells? A bird? Security? Weakness? Stupidity, that's all. You didn't answer him, all that followed from you was a languid silence. He smiled again and put a change of clothes next to you. A long snow-white shirt. It looks comfortable, even if it shines through just a little, the benefit of the lining saves.

Sunday got up from his seat and headed for the door. Gently grabbing the door handle and turning it 180 degrees, you hear his calm speech.

– You can be mad at me for as long as you want. I really don't understand why you would do that. Isn't it wonderful to live next to me? Someone who has power and wealth. Moreover, you will be able to forget about everything, because now every day will be like Paradise for you. A carefree life.   His voice became quieter, almost a whisper that you could barely hear. "I have enough time to wait for you to come running into my arms." With that, the man left the room, leaving you alone.

Waking up in a new place has left you in turmoil. Everything happened too fast. He kidnapped you. But why doesn't some part of you feel very angry towards him? Why do you feel like this is the norm? You're fighting this disgusting feeling, because he did the wrong thing! An annoying croak pulls you out of the argument in your head.

Turning around, a black raven is sitting on the stand next to the bed, watching your every move.

 You snort and still put on the shirt that Sunday gave you. It's worth living together, see what it all leads to. He's not going to keep you here forever, is he? However, his words about the cage and the bird can make you wary. Otherwise, you will try to escape yourself.

A push.

Your bodies are already at the limit. What kind of orgasm will it be? Like 4, and like 5. Alas, but your eyes are clouded, your body burns and aches terribly, your lower abdomen pulls, and your perineum pulsates and still adjusts to it, tingling in places. To some extent, you already regretted your escape. More precisely, a failed attempt. Now all that remains is to put up with your punishment. After all, Sunday was the most tired, working days exhaust him greatly, and then you arrange hide-and-seek for him.

Sex with a loved one is one of the best ways for him to relax and completely relax, giving himself all to his beloved and this carnal joy, despite his "angelic" personality.

– I won't do it anymore, honestly… Stop, please! – you beg, crying out mixed with groans, silently praying to all the Aeons for his condescension.

– Well, well. You haven't proved to me that you love me yet.… How can I believe you, silly? Sunday grins and whines, reveling in pain and pleasure.

He's ready to continue this torture until you learn your lesson. And besides, then it's unlikely that I'll be able to spend time with you like this.

You whimper wearily, clinging tightly to his shoulders, your fingers casually glide over pale skin, leaving delicate pinkish scratches, from which his wings twitch and tremble. Unable to bear it any longer, you wrap your legs around him yourself, pressing closer and allowing the feathered one to enter deeper. Another painful squeal escapes from your throat, tears that have long accumulated in the corners of your eyes roll down your cheeks. A desperate hope that Sunday will calm down and stop this.

– That's it. I know you love me, stop fighting your desires, it's so ridiculous to resist me. It's time for you to take me in and out. ...moss... - you hear muffled moans before his warm seed pours inside you and he presses you harder against the soft mattress of your bed.

The Galovian smiles at you tenderly and stops quietly, interrupting any movements inside you. He likes it. I like to feel how you squeeze him with your wet and hot walls, how your vagina pulsates around him and how close you are to climax. This excitement is tingling, now this feeling is not so pleasant, but it treacherously gives you both incredible pleasure.

You squeeze tighter around him, trembling all over, while your toes twitch scrupulously, the Galovian puts his thumb on your clitoris, circling on it, caressing so as to please you. Your hips shudder again, yielding to him and you involuntarily succumb to temptation. A loud moan bursts out of your chest, forcing you to twitch and close your eyes, instantly drowning in fleeting pleasure, while your consciousness once again covers orgasm. Your hands casually reach his head to bury themselves in Sunday's hair and feel the light breeze from the way the man's wings flutter. He leans even closer to you, you can feel that hot breath on your ear and involuntarily tense up.

"I think we're going to be great parents, my bird." – he whispers, kissing and sucking on your earlobe.

You're silent. You disperse the cloud of hatred towards your captor, finally coming to the conclusion that he is trying for you and you love him as much as he does. Your hands slide down to your neck and you hug his warm, wet body, sighing heavily from his actions.

A nod.

Sunday pulls away from you, slightly surprised, the wings also tense up before fluttering triumphantly again. A smile spread across the man's face. You accepted your situation the same way you accepted his. You stopped fighting him. It is unclear at what point, but your consciousness was covered so much that you could not think intelligently, but only agree with him. It's not too bad, is it? You're guessing.

When did you start feeling something about him? Who knows. It is likely that this happened in dreams. Then he was a prince on a white horse for you, until he put you in a golden cage, where now, at his request, you will have to give birth to his child. Whether you want it or not, there is no choice. Even if it didn't happen now, it would definitely happen later. I just delayed the inevitable in that case.

And now. You have a couple of months to try to escape again before it's too late. Or kill the fetus. But do you want it?

The answer is short. — no.

– I love you, my baby bird. Sunday hums, kissing your temple and stroking your lower abdomen, smiling slightly.

[faeries-child]

No place for love part 2

OTHER PARTS: Part 1

Pairing: Azriel x oc/reader

Summary: She was the only way to get the information the spymaster needed, but he would have truly given anything not to see her again. Not to be at her mercy, completely under her control, for she awakened things in Azriel that he would rather had kept in slumber.

Warnings: Mature content, nudity, prostitution, eventual smut, mention's of SA, fighting and a lot of other triggering things :,)

NOTICE: I AM A DYSLEXIC, NOT A NATIVE ENGLISH SPEAKER, I WRITE THESE AT 2 AM, HAVE MERCY :)

(Also, I got some inspiration to this chapter from one of the episodes from BBC Sherlock, where there is the legendary Irene Adler)

The man under Brianna had started to annoy her. She had kept him company for hours now. Fucking him, making love to him, pleasing him however he wanted. She was tired, tired of him. His smell was all over her by now and she wanted nothing more than to wash it off in a long warm bath, that she could maybe get to enjoy later, if she succeeded in her mission. 

She was straddling him, running her hands on his chest and smiling down at him. The man was panting heavily under her, eyes closed and his hands still keeping her hips securely in place on him.

 “I do not believe I can go for another round anymore love” he said looking up at her. He seemed to be intoxicated with everything around them and especially with her. 

Brianna thanked the mother that it was over now. Now she could start the real game. “My lord, did I wear you out? but there were so many things that I still wanted to do.” She let out a fake giggle at the end to convince him of the act she was putting on before him. 

She rolled off him, leaving him on the bed. Brianna walked to the other side of the room, where her robe was abandoned on one of the many cushions that covered the floor and made up the makeshift lounging area of the room. She pulled the robe on to cover her naked body. Turning to face the man again, she smiled that vicious smile she knew to make in situations like this. 

“Tell me my lord, now that you are back from your travels, what's next?”

“Oh Brianna. Why must you remind me of that boring thing people call reality?” 

He turned on the bed so he was facing her. In his eyes Brianna could sense a bite of annoyance. But to Brianna he was a simple man, nothing more than plaything in a bigger game she got to play. Getting the right information meant that she would get to meet the high lord’s spymaster again. 

To Brianna it was fun, refreshing almost. Talking to someone who at least tried to be a gentleman. Someone who tried not to look at her only as an object to be toyed and fiddled with. 

“I was only meaning to ask so I would know if you would continue to grace us with your presence in the future. Many of my girls miss you, they would be delighted to offer their services to you.” You lied through your teeth, like hell would you let any of the girls near this man. He wasn’t the worst that there was, but if you would have been given the choice, you would have burned him to ashes before he ever laid a finger on you the first time. But at least he was simple at mind. Easy to control, easy to impress. 

“My Brianna, always so sweet tongued.” He got up from the bed, starting to collect his clothes from the floor and putting them on. “But yes, I will be staying for a while. Business in the east went well, so now me and my men are preparing for the next stage.” He spoke not realizing how much he was giving away.

Brianna could truly now tell that he wasn’t the brightest of the punch. But she had gotten enough information, it was not yet enough proof to prove anything, but at least she had something interesting to report back to the shadowsinger and the high lord. 

Brianna smiled and walked towards the man, straightening his collar while looking into his eyes. “I am sorry to inform you that our time together has now come to an end, my next client is waiting already.” 

At the right moment the doors to her champers were opened, revealing Daphne at the entrance.  “I am sorry my lord, but I must ask you to leave my lady's room now, but if you are in the mood, you can enjoy a drink downstairs at the lounge bar.” 

“Of course, and oh!” The man turned to look at Brianna before saying “I am sorry to disappoint the other girls you were speaking of, but you, my Brianna, are the only one that can satisfy my hunger.” 

He bent down at her level and kissed her as a goodbye, then smelling her neck when straightening his back. After that he left, and deep inside Brianna could feel a shiver of disgust, making her want to burn all that he had touched, including herself. 

It was wrong to say that she had gotten used to it, no one could get used to it. No matter how many times she laid with these men, every single time she imagined herself somewhere else. She wished she could put a dagger through all of their hearts. If only she had the freedom to do so. 

Daphne looked at her lady, her friend. Starting to close the door so she could have a moment to dress and gather herself. Maybe bathe as well. Daphne knew the expression on Brianna’s face, she knew that her friend needed to wash off his touch. 

“Daphne, wait.” She said looking at her friend's eyes. “I have message for you to deliver” 

“What is it Anna?” 

Brianna fully turned to her friend and smiled at her, knowing that soon she really could meet the shadowsinger again soon. 

“Send a message to the high lord and his spymaster. Tell them that I have information that they will want to hear. “

Azriel’s pov:

Azriel, Cassian and Rhysand had been enjoying a quiet evening in the townhouse when the fire message came. Cassian had Nyx sitting on his knee, the little boy was chewing a wing of black bat toy that Nesta had gotten him for a present on his 1st birthday. 

Message appeared in front of Azriel's nose, making Rhys and Cassian turn their heads towards him. “What’s that?” asked Cassian, while trying to keep the little boy still on his leg. 

“The brothel already answered you?” Rhys concluded, making the assumption based on the frown on Azriel’s face. After the visit Azriel had been quiet, at least quieter than usual, which worried Rhysand. His friend hadn’t said anything about who he had met or what had happened at the brothel. 

“Yes” was the only thing Azriel answered. Not wanting to let his brothers know how helpless he had been before the woman. 

“So this means…?” Cassian asked, trying to pry more information from his brother. 

“Me and Rhys are taking a trip to the court of nightmares” Said the shadowsinger, thinking that bringing the high lord with him, he could maybe get more serious information from the woman. 

Azriel still didn’t know her name. In his mind he had started to call her “the woman”, not knowing anything else that fit better. She was certainly no girl. Even though she was young, no one inexperienced could act that way. Her eyes had been so dark and Azriel knew that based on the little bits and pieces he had seen of her living space and life, she had seen more than most of others. 

After Gathering their weapons, they put on Hewn city-appropriate clothes so they wouldn’t stick out like sore thumb in the dark catacombs of the city that resided under their beloved house of wind.

 This time Azriel took extra care in securing daggers and truthteller on his belt, not wanting to be caught off guard. Memories of the woman haunting his mind. He had not been able to shake her from his mind. That devilish smirk entering his dreams, his shadows whispering about her every second he got. He wanted her, but at the same time he wanted to stay as far away from her as he could. Lock her up and keep her to himself, leave prythian and never see her again. 

She was going to be the end of him.

Hewn city:

Rhysand gave him suspecting look, when arriving at the front of the brothel. Azriel however ignored the look and closed his eyes. Breathing deeply once, before stepping inside the place. He gestured to Rhys to follow him. 

Azriel saw the girl from earlier. She was beautiful as well, he assumed that all of the girls here were. Daphne his shadows whispered to him. 

Daphne approached them. Seemingly taken aback by the high lord’s presence. So the woman had not told anyone that the high lord would be joining them tonight. She curtsied to the high lord, as well to him. Azriel only nodded to her. 

Rhys had raised his glamor. Trying to blend in, not to cause unnecessary attention and rumors that the high lord of the night court had been seen in a place such as this. 

“We received an invitation. According to you, you have what we asked” Rhysand said, keeping his voice calm,  but still demanding power. 

“Right this way my lord’s” was the only thing she said, turning and starting to walk towards the stairs. 

Azriel and Rhysand followed. Not questioning where she was taking them.

Why are you so tense? It was Rhys, speaking directly into Az’s mind from the open crack that had left for him. 

Be on your guard brother, please. 

It was the only thing the shadowsinger had time to say before reaching the familiar door. Daphne opened it for them, revealing the already familiar room to Azriel. 

They took a step to the room. Both him and his brother assessing the space. 

After making sure there wasn’t anyone else in the room and that the door was shut, he gazed upon her. 

She was at least dressed this time. In a blood red dress, revealing her neck and chest so that it would leave any man drooling. Dress was simple, but clearly expensive, seeing that it was perfectly tailored to her, hugging in all the right places, before widening to airy hem pooling down at the woman's feet. 

Last time he had been so focused at not staring at her, that now that when he looked at her face. Truly looked at her in a beautiful dress and hair that fell freely past the woman’s waist in curls. She was the most beautiful creature that he had ever come across. Right in that momen, Azriel knew he was doomed. Because for him she truly was THE woman, the only woman.

“Good evening, lord of shadows”

continued... (part 3 hopefully coming soon :,) )

[midnight-mourning]

DCA Promptober Day 16: Naughty

After day 15's, y'all can have a little treat, a little snack if you will, and by little treat I mean Moon and by little snack I mean you're kissing his flat face, read the content warning and have fun~

Content warning: Heavily suggestive themes, kissing and such, little bit of wire play, you know the drill, make smart choices and all that

Word count: 741

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Bonk.

You clench your fist slightly, but remain facing forward in your chair, eyes trained to the security camera feed.

Bonk. Jingle. 

Your eye twitches, but you relent, you won't let him win. Even though he's won pretty much every other time, you won't let him have this one. 

Jingle, click. Jingle, click, click, click. 

He's going to have to give up eventually, right? He knows you're at work! That you have a job. Sure, it's a pretty easy one and really, requires very little of your own attention span that you could allot time for, other activities, and honestly it's been a few days and you've been lacking any form of affection so really-

Bonk. Jingle. Bonk. Jingle. Bonk. 

You lightly pound your fist against the desk and turn around, tight-lipped. 

"Moon," You say, eyeing him as he stares down at you, hanging upside down from that wire of his. 

His eyes are crinkled with glee, "Hello, Star."

"May I help you?"

He swings back and then forward, "I think you already know the answer to that."

His faceplate almost meets your lips, but you stick your hand up just in time, "Ah ta ta ta ta, not so fast," You gently push him back, "I don't have time for this right now and you know it!"

"You're staring at a camera feed that has had the exact same level of activity for 45 minutes."

"And it could change at any time!" You throw your hands up, "I have to stay vigilant, on guard. Doing my job, so in case anything does happen, I'm well prepared for it."

Moon's face plate spins, and you cross your arms with a huff. 

When a few moments pass and he doesn't speak up, you spin around again, seeing the issue as settled for the time being. 

"It sounds to me that you just don't want to kiss me."

That, awakens something in you. Something angry. Annoyed. Maybe a little aroused, you will admit. 

You flip around again, "Oh that does it."

Moon snickers as you take hold of his face plate, tilting it down toward you. 

"You think being a nuisance, a pain, naughty, gets you what you want, huh?"

"Seems that way," He chuckles. 

You trace a finger along the side of his faceplate, "You're about to find out."

You kiss him, hard. Right across that stupid smile of his. Then another, and another. Sharp, quick kisses that shift from his mouth to his cheek, then down again. You reach a hand up, snaking it around the end of his hat and using it to tug him more down to you. 

Craning your neck, you tuck your head under the bot's chin and just behind his faceplate, allowing you access to the wires there. You open your mouth and trail your tongue along the metal of his neck. You feel a shiver erupt through his entire frame.

You didn't know he could do that.

But you're not done yet.

While in that same position, you find a wire and gently bite down. Moon freezes and you also pause. Then, his fans get a notch louder than they already were. You take it as a sign to continue. 

In the meantime, his hands keep themselves occupied by sneaking under the neckline of your shirt, tracing patterns into your collarbones. Your hands keep occupied by playing with the ruffle around his neck or tapping against his shoulders. 

When you're satisfied with your efforts, you pull away, staring at the dazed bot for a moment. Then, you plant a final kiss on his smile. 

You swipe your thumb over your lips, "Well, did you get everything you wanted?"

He has the audacity to giggle. 

"I... suppose," His faceplate spins. You think if steam could come off of him, it would be. 

You lick your lips, nodding. Your face is on fire, "Good. Glad that's settled then."

"Now then, if you'll excuse me," You turn around in your chair, scootching in, "I need to get back to work."

You jump when you hear a loud thump against the wall. Turning, you see Moon's fist has slammed into the light switch. You see his other hand is gripping his wrist, in a, really quite poor, effort to stop the action. With that, he goes limp on the wire, letting out another fit of giggles and a sigh. 

You turn around again, infuriated, as the lights come on. 

Bonk.

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Another treat from the drafts for you all

Find the masterlist here, thanks for reading!

[impur6]

431 BKDK HEADCANNON ‼️

Okay since the epilogue is basically up for interpretation let me tell you my interpretation

My headcannon is that izuku realized that he was in love with katsuki sometime after the war. And the only person who knew or accidentally found out was ochako. She was also going through her own thing with himiko and when she found out what was happening with izuku she was very empathetic.

She acc encouraged izuku to go hang out with katsuki more and try to get to know him better. And her guidance helped.

So after graduation, even though bkdk went on two different paths, they still hung out with each other during lunch breaks and katsuki dropped by his classroom. So izuku just kept falling and falling for him

Now at the 1A dinner, katsuki decided he wanted to confess to him. He also started getting feelings for izuku during the rest of the at UA but felt like they needed to figure out their life first (izuku trying to figure his profession and katsuki focusing on getting his suit made). So he decided that now he got the suit, he can ask the first important question: would he be interested to join his agency?

After that didn’t work out he decided to go for the kill and told him to let people know they’re special to him. Towards the end of it he was gonna admit how special izuku was to him.

Now during Katsuki’s pep talk, izuku was thinking about him. But he was more so focusing on how he realized that he liked him. Which in turn, reminded him of ochako. And he started feeling bad that even though she was there for him and his sexual awakening, he felt like maybe after he figured everything out he left her in the dust cause they both got so busy. He also remembered, they hadn’t even spoken to each other at the dinner.

So he told katsuki like wait on that note, I need to talk to ochako.

Katsuki was obviously stunned and was thought like oh right, it might not be me but acc ochako. So he let him go and just got really angsty.

On the other hand, izuku went to meet up with ochako and was like you wanna hang out more, cause you’re an amazing friend and I want to talk to you more. Ochako was like sure ofc!!

Now after the next few days izuku and ochako hang out more, and katsuki thinks that they’re going out on dates. It kinda messes him up, cause that’s two rejections!! One professionally and the other romantically.

But the truth is that izuku and ochako’s dates are just them catching up and talking about how they been. Purely platonic. And then on their 3rd hangout, izuku tells her that katsuki has been acting weird. He isn’t coming by for lunch or hasn’t been texting. Ochako mentions that he hasn’t been doing well professionally and has been getting a lot of trouble with the media.

So izuku wonders why and notices it started after the 1A dinner. He calls up katsuki and was like hey wanna get dinner today. Katsuki tells him no I’m busy, I have shift at night from 6 pm-3am (he doesn’t he’s just making it up on the go). And izuku figures it cause he memorized his shifts for the next 6 months. But he lets him go and plans to corner him where he’s actually at 6pm. The gym.

So he stops by the gym and asks him oh I thought you had a shift? And katsuki lies and says oh someone said they could cover for him or something. So izuku was like oh then you could join me for dinner now? Katsuki said still no and gave the excuse that he was behind paperwork.

But again, izuku clocked him and said that kirishima told him that katsuki is way ahead of everyone and already finished everything (or something idk roll with it please). Knowing that he couldn’t win, katsuki pushes him and yells at him to leave him alone.

Teen izuku would have backed off and called it quits, but adult izuku doesn’t put up with shit. So while katsuki stalks off to his Porsche (which by the way is like something I’m still tweaking about), izuku grabs his and judo flips him over and tells him he’s not gonna move until he tells him what’s going and why he doesn’t hang out with him anymore.

Katsuki grumbles and yells at him to go ochako since she seems to be more important and special. Izuku gets confused and asks what? why do you think I think she’s special. I never said that?

Katsuki tells him that he knows that they’re dating and whatever and he decided to give him space so they can get together. Izuku is still confused and tells him okay stop playing, what’s actually going on.

Now it’s his turn to be confused and asks izuku are you really not dating her? And he tells him no. Katsukis starts laughing like a maniac, and izukus unsure of what to do so he lets out a few forced giggles until he notices the tears in katsukis eyes and freaks out.

That’s when katsuki finally confesses what he’s been feeling for the past few years and weeks. Izuku starts crying too and confesses about his feelings. He then explains his side of the story and katsuki facepalms himself for worrying and stressing over nothing.

Then both laughed at the circumstance, until izuku gets serious and asks him what does that make us? Katsuki thinks about it and tells him like we can be partners or boyfriend. Or we can be each other’s special someone.

The end :))

[heavenlyraindrops]

The Devil Made Me Do It | Arcane | Silco x Reader | Chapter Seventeen

available on AO3 and Quotev | visit the first tag for other chapters | warnings: profanity, violence, guns, blood and injury, choking (in a non-freaky way), sexual tension if you SQUINT,

summary:

In the midst of an unfortunate run-in with the enforcers, you meet the young revolutionary Silco, and by extension, his friends Vander and Felicia. Growing close friends, you get through life in the undercity together, determined to make Zaun a better place. Until tragedy strikes, and betrayal and carelessness stabs hard enough to turn you bitter. Years later as time solidifies the scars, Silco proves to be a thorn in your side. You, in his. Hatred festers. And your world cracks further open.

Chapter Seventeen:

Allison had begun to have night terrors.

You didn’t know how they’d started or why, but most nights you would awaken with her relentlessly knocking on your bedroom door. You’d force yourself to get up and let her in, allowing her to curl up next to you on your bed, as long as she wasn’t too close to you or touching you.

You didn’t want to get too close to the girl.

Listening to her soft breathing, sleep forgotten, gave you time to contemplate. You watched the girl turn over, mumbling something under her breath, and you yourself turned over to face the wall. Something had been nagging at the back of your mind for a while now:

Why do you favour this kid?

Your eyes squeezed shut. The answer was obvious, of course, not that you felt any less guilty admitting it. She reminds you of Alice. That’s the only reason you give a damn about this kid. Your hand clenched into a fist, clutching the bedsheets. ‘Don’t want to get too close.’ Pssh, oh please. It’s already too late. 

You can’t replace Alice. You can’t fill the void in your heart with another girl and try and make her be like Alice. She doesn’t deserve that.

“But I don’t…” you mumbled, trailing off. Alice stirred.

“Madam?” She asked sleepily. “Did you say something?”

“No, sweethea- Allison, go back to sleep.” You buried your face in your pillow and tried to ignore the warmth radiating from the girl next to you.

You completed the thought in your head. But I don’t expect her to be another Alice. I know she’s her own person. You sneaked a glance at her already sleeping form.

But you were scared.

What if something happened again?

What if she died?

You sighed. Now was not the time to be worrying about all of this. Now was the time to go to sleep. 

-

“More conflict has risen at the factory,” Donna recited, a clipboard in her hands as she read out the report to you. “Silco’s men don’t plan on backing down. What should we do?”

You frowned, absentmindedly inhaling from your cigarette. Smoke curled around you. “We can’t back down either. Change tactics, send in more men. I don’t care what happens.” 

“[name]…” she said quietly. You looked up, frown deepening. 

“What?”

Donna sighed, and walked towards you, setting the clipboard down on the table. “There’s a chance enforcers might get involved.”

You stiffened. “What?” You repeated.

She shifted uncomfortable, avoiding your gaze. She knew enforcers were a touchy subject for you. “Our team saw a bunch of enforcers around the area. Looked like they were staking it out.” But then she shrugged. “But like… they left after a while. Crawled back to their utopia.”

You inhaled from the cigarette deeply, leg shaking. Your silence was suffocating.

She ploughed on. “We’re assuming what’s happening at the factory is catching their attention. Although-“ she frowned. “It’s strange that they’re so interested in one factory, out of all the conflicts in Zaun.” She looked at you expectantly, as if you must have had an idea.

More silence.

She cleared her throat. “Well, I, uh… I suspect it’s maybe because they just cleared it out?” She nodded to herself, because you didn’t.

Eventually, you said:

Nothing.

Donna shuffled her feet. “O-okay, well, I’ll tell them to avoid conflict with the enforcers.” She spun around to escape the insanely uncomfortable situation. “Bye.”

You didn’t stop her as she left.

-

“Remind me again why I agreed to accompany you on this… errand?” Silco grumbled, as you were both shoved and jostled by the busy street. The box in your hand rattled as you nudged aside a strangely short person with your foot. 

“How am I supposed to know?” You replied, miffed. “It was your choice.”

“I suspect you must have bewitched me.”

“Am I that alluring?” 

“Temptress,” he spat. You threw your head back and laughed.

Suddenly, he grabbed your shoulder and wrenched you back. Narrowly missing the sizzling oil that was thrust in front of you, you yelped, stumbling and tripping over to fall backwards, right into his chest. He grabbed you and steadied you as you looked at him breathlessly.

The street vendor that had thrown the oil was crossing his burly arms over his chest, as shouts rose from the crowd. A woman stepped forward, her rough voice rising over the rest.

“Hey, you almost fucking got that on my kid!”

The mob grew agitated, tempers rising. Someone shoved someone else, and you could sense a fight breaking out.

You looked around helplessly. There was barely any way out. It felt suffocating. You squeezed the box tighter.

Suddenly Silco grabbed you by the waist, both your wrists being occupied by the box, and shot you a look before dragging you away through a gap in the crowd. He hugged you close to his chest so you wouldn’t get seperated, and before long you both disappeared down an alley, away from the tension.

Breaking away from the crowd you looked at him, face flushed with heat.

And the fight erupted right behind you.

Something metal and heavy flew over your head. He grabbed your wrist and you dropped the box, letting out a panicked scream, before he roughly tugged you along with him, both of you racing down the narrow street. You promptly ran into a metal pole, and groaned, rubbing your nose before he grabbed you again, sharply dragging away your rather pained self. 

You both emerged in a slightly wider street. He grabbed your shoulders and smoothed his hands down your arms. You wiped at your bleeding nose. “Are you okay?” His voice was filled with concern.

“Yeah,” you hissed, gritting your teeth. He pulled a kerchief from his pocket and held it underneath your nose, watching the white fabric soak up the red blood. “M’sorry,” you muttered, a bit of blood dripping into your mouth. You could taste the metallic tang of copper on your tongue. “I ruined your handkerchief.”

“It’s fine,” he said reassuringly. You gave him a mirthless smile, turning away and wiping at more of the blood. His hands were still on the bend of your arms, and you looked at him strangely. His eyes searched your face. After finally deciding you were really okay, he dropped them and they fell away to his sides. “The thing that makes up for it is, that scream you let out was hilarious.”

Your face and ears heated up. “Oh, fuck off.” He laughed.

You both looked around, and a sharp twist of dread in your gut suddenly took hold of you. The place you were in was completely unfamiliar. You didn’t even recognise the brick of the walls, let alone the steel mesh stands and rickety rusted ladders. The small clearing suddenly felt even smaller.

“So… where exactly are we?”

Silence.

Being lost in the undercity was no joke. You walked to the wall on the other edge of the little concrete plateau, placing a hand on the painted brick. The wall was covered in a painted mural. You tilted your head, shielding your eyes from the sun to look up at it properly. 

Silco went up to stand behind you, studying the mural alongside you. It was of a woman, colourful swirls of paint creating her visage, gazing out over the rooftops. It was actually quite beautiful. 

You were both walled in. There were two tiny streets: one from where you entered, and one even tinier one leading out.

You sighed. “Fuck, I dropped Hilda’s order. She’s gonna be so mad at me.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Silco said firmly. “At least you’re safe.”

You crossed your arms and looked away. He pointed at the tiny street leading out. “Let’s go.”

You leaned to the side, craning your neck to peer in. “It… it looks kind of dark though. I don’t wanna go in.”

“Don’t be a pussy,” he said flatly. You shoved him. 

“Language!” You admonished him. He scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“What better idea do you have? Scale the wall?”

“We could try that,” you said slowly, turning around to gaze back up at the wall.

“You can barely climb a tree.”

“I can get onto a rooftop faster than you can.”

“Ladders and window ledges,” he replied smoothly. “You’d be dead without either of them.” He went over to the wall and grazed his hand over it. “And this wall is too flat to climb. We need to go through the alley.”

You swallowed, throat dry. “Fine. We better not get mugged.”

You squeezed into the dim alleyway, feeling Silco right behind you. Unease crawled up your throat to settle on your tongue. You stopped abruptly.

“I want to walk at the back,” you hissed, hands brace on either brick wall on your sides as you stared into the dingy darkness, breathing speeding up. You heard Silco hiss exasperatedly behind you, his breath on your neck.

“Janna, [name], you couldn’t have said that five minutes ago?”

“I’m sorry,” you choked, and he exhaled sharply. You shuffled to turn and face him, grabbing his jacket. He took one look at your face, and his expression softened ever-so slightly.

“Fine,” he hissed, shoving you straight against the wall. You yelped, pressing the back of your head against the bricks as he went to sidle past you, hands gripping your arms, pinning you. “Just know that if you were anyone else I’d make you get over it.”

You cracked a grateful smile, and he looked down at you. His eye twitched subtly, as it always did when he was irritated, and your smile was immediately wiped off of your face.

He lost footing and you yelped again, being pushed farther up the wall as he fell into you, chest pressing flush against yours. Your face heated up as a strand of his hair tickled your nose. He cursed under this breath. “Wh-what happened?”

“Nothing, my foot got stuck on something,” he muttered. His breath was searingly hot on your cheek. You turned your face away, and felt it on your neck instead. You squirmed, and he gripped you harder, squeezing your arms so intensely you thought he’d snap them off. You gasped at the pain.

“That hurts-“ you tried to wriggle out of his grip but he grabbed and shoved you back against the wall again, avoiding your gaze. Heat involuntarily pooled in your stomach. You stopped moving, caught by surprise by your own body. breathing heavily. 

“Don’t move.”

You looked at him and pressed your lips together. Your blood was on fire. You needed out of that position, now. “You okay?”

“Just-“ his voice was shaking. “Don’t move.”

He seemed to have fixed the issue with his foot because then he pushed past you, letting go of your arms. You stared at his back, and grabbed onto his jacket, pressing close to him. He tensed beneath you, then relaxed, melting into the contact. Your eyes darted around in the darkness as you both advanced.

“We’re almost out,” he said reassuringly. You just squeezed his jacket harder.

You both finally emerged into daylight. He looked at your face, which had paled considerably, and tugged on his messed-up hair to re-tie it. You pulled your arms around yourself, and was caught by surprise when he gathered you in an embrace.

You found your shivers subsiding in his warmth. “I’m fine,” you muttered. “It was just- it was tight, and it was dark. Made me anxious.”

“You’re fine,” he replied, mirroring your own words. You remembered your reaction to being pressed against him in the alleyway and immediately pulled yourself out of his grip. Him, on the other hand, seemed to be having the same reaction, snatching his hands away from you.

He turned away quickly, squinting in the sunlight. “I recognise this place.” He turned to you and flicked his head over his shoulder. “…Come on.”

You didn’t say anything- just jammed your hands in your pockets and stumbled after him.

The walk back to Hilda’s shop was an a strangely awkward one.

-

By the fifth time your employees had returned you were beginning to grow extremely frustrated. Not to mention the fateful day Donna had arrived at your office:

“The enforcers are issuing us a warning.”

“Did they issue Silco’s people a warning?”

Donna shrugged. “No idea.”

You’d learned from Sevika- after a lot of threatening Donna’s life- that they had in fact not.

So, you did what anyone would decide to do. You decided to pay a visit to your future property.

Nodding at the group of armed people you’d brought along with you to stay put, you entered the building. The sky was dark and the air was cold, silence weighing down on you heavily. You turned up the collar of your coat. The door was left wide open.

You figured no conflicts would arise inside the building, considering the fact that neither party wanted the place damaged. You clicked on a flashlight, waving it about, eyes scouring the shadows. The place was practically bare, a simple lift at the end of the giant room, a couple of doors and a stairwell.

Footsteps.

You turned off the light, flooding the place in darkness. 

The footsteps were disgustingly distinct- the signature thump of the boots those dratted enforcers wore. You stepped back, pressing yourself into the corner as he appeared at the foot of the stairs, waving about his own flashlight. You ducked behind a concrete bar, hoping he wouldn’t see you.

You saw the beam of light advancing. 

Then, something else. Something orange glowing in the darkness. 

An eye.

You pressed your hand over your mouth, stifling a gasp as you watched Silco and the enforcer, who you now recognised as Piltover’s Sheriff, go towards the open door. Before Silco left, they shook hands.

You knew a deal when you saw one.

The Sheriff turned as he was left alone, the flashlight sweeping across the floor. It landed on you.

He screamed.

You screamed.

Lunging at him with terrifying speed, you knocked the flashlight from his hands, forcing him to the floor. He grabbed you and you tumbled down with him, digging your elbow into his chest. He groaned, reaching for his gun, but you were too quick- you grabbed the flashlight and cracked it over his head, which snapped back as he groaned again.

You wrenched the gun from the holster and pressed it against the side of his head. “Don’t fucking move,” you warned gleefully.

Blood dripped down his chin. He cursed softly as you tilted the gun, dragging it down his cheekbone. You gave him a catlike grin and shone the flashlight directly into his eyes. He squeezed them shut, cursing again.

“Hello, Sheriff,” you said smoothly. “Care to explain what I just saw?”

He didn’t say anything, most likely still dazed from the hits he’d taken from you. You tapped the barrel of the gun on the side of his head impatiently. “It all makes sense now.”

“…What?” He muttered. You threw your head back and laughed.

“Why you enforcers are so interested in this place.” You smirked at him, watching him squirm beneath you. “Why you’re crawling up my ass, while you barely spare Silco a second glance.” The gun clicked. “You have a deal with him, don’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the Sheriff said through gritted, bloodied teeth. You sighed heavily, pressing down on where you assumed his voice box would be.

“What’s your name?”

He let out a strange gurgling sound.

“Well, alright, ‘augh,‘“ you snorted. “Don’t bother fucking with me. I know he’s getting you to try to wipe me out and repel me from the factory so he can lay claim to it himself.”

‘Augh’ did not reply, too busy being tormented by the light of your flashlight. His eyes had grown bloodshot as you repeatedly flashed it in his face, then away, in- then away. A salty tear trickled down the side of his face. You removed your hand from his throat, and he spluttered.

“Marcus,” he gasped.

You cocked your head to the side. “What?”

“My name’s Marcus. Please, just- don’t tell anyone about the deal. I swear I’ll do anything.” His voice was broken and shaking. Scared.

You pouted, pressing the gun back to his head. “Why not? I could just blow your brains out on the floor right now. And then you won’t be able to tell anyone about it either,” you sniggered.

“Look, I’ll- I’ll call off the enforcers. They won’t bother you. You can fight Silco in peace.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” you grinned, pulling the gun away. You lazily tipped it to the ceiling, pulling on the trigger.

The bang was deafening. It was still ringing in your ears as you pulled yourself off of Marcus, kicking him away from you. He scrambled up, dragging himself away as he fled.

It was still ringing when your people ran inside in a frenzy to watch you standing above a few splotches of blood and a flickering flashlight, blowing on the steaming barrel. 

Who the hell does he think he is? Your eyes darted around the darkness. Already fucking holding secret meetings in here like he owns the place. 

But no matter what, your mind was whirring, sifting through the next steps. He’ll figure out you know. You pocketed the gun. That’ll make you a proper target now. 

But another thought: how could you hold this over his head?

You could tip off the Pilties, and cause a whole load of problems for him and Marcus. You could tell the Lanes. Tell them how he was working with their worst enemy. However, the second option seemed less inviting, knowing he was most likely working with Marcus in a way that benefitted Zaun, and not the other way around.

In other words, Marcus was working for him. 

You left the factory, your guards behind you. You adjusted your coat and dusted off your shoulder. 

You could figure out what to do later. Until then, you desperately needed a bath.

You left the factory with more knowledge than you had entered. Knowledge that you could weaponise.

You were slowly gaining the upper hand.

[kikyoupdates]

Heartbreaker ⭑˚💔⭑ 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦

bnha x f!reader

reverse harem, isekai, my hero academia x fem!reader, slowburn

You awaken one day with virtually no memories. The only thing guiding you is some strange system that likes to dictate your every move, and for some reason, it insists that you make certain people fall in love with you. Desperate for answers, you decide to go along with its demands. After all, how hard can it be?

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You were feeling pretty shitty.  

Right from the morning, when you came stumbling into class late after sleeping in, you kind of got the sense that it would be one of those days.  

“Late again, [Name].” The teacher clicked his tongue and gave you a mildly frustrated look. “Are you trying to set the record for the worst attendance this school has ever seen? Anyways, you get detention. Stay after class and clean the windows.”  

Your teacher seemed to hate you for some reason. It most likely had to do with the fact that you had a habit of dozing off during class, as well as your frequent late arrivals. But you just couldn’t help it. You were tired. Day in and day out, you’d been doing your daily tasks and training to try and get stronger, and it exhausted you like crazy. Add mental stress and the frustration that came with your amnesia, and you were far from being a well-rested person.  

Academically speaking, you were pretty average, but the teacher didn’t seem to care that you were passing all your tests and getting decent grades. By now, he'd given you detention more times than you could even count. Maybe he was going through a divorce and taking his anger out on you or something? Fuck if you knew.  

“Yes, sir,” you mumbled, letting out a quiet sigh. “I’m sorry.”  

It would’ve been fine if that was all the day had in store for you. But of course, it wasn’t.  

As it turned out, all of the students were required to fill out a form detailing their career plans for the future, and there was one career in particular that everyone seemed to have their eyes set on.  

Namely, becoming a hero.  

“Sensei!” Katsuki’s arrogant voice cut in. “Don’t lump me in with the rest of these extras. They can’t even come close to me.”  

He was bragging about being better than the others, which was nothing out of the ordinary, but then the topic of U.A came up. Pretty much everyone knew that Katsuki was gunning for U.A, and given how powerful his Quirk was, they could understand why he thought he had a shot at getting in. 

There was, however, another person who’d always dreamed of attending U.A, and being the dickhead that your teacher was, he decided to single him out.  

“Oh, right,” he hummed. “Midoriya also wants to go to U.A, doesn’t he?”  

Just like that, the entire class fell silent. But within a few moments, you would come to prefer the silence, because what followed made your heart sink.  

Everyone started laughing at Izuku.  

“Haha! Midoriya? Seriously? There's just no way!”  

“It doesn’t matter how much you study, that alone isn’t enough to let you become a hero!”  

Their cruel taunts and jeers were practically endless, and you were forced to watch as shame washed over Izuku’s expression. You tried speaking up, but your wavering voice got lost amidst the bellowing chatter. And by that point, Katsuki was already inching towards Izuku, sparking off explosions as he did.  

He backed Izuku against a wall and glared at him with pure hatred. “What the actual fuck is the matter with you, shitty Deku? Forget being an extra, you don’t even have a Quirk, so where do you get off, pretending like you can stand in the same ring as me? What the hell can a weakling like you possibly accomplish?”  

“I-It’s not like that,” Izuku stammered nervously. “I just... can’t help it. It’s been a dream of mine, ever since I was little...”  

That was all he managed to muster up as a response. He had since fallen to the ground, forced to look up at the people ridiculing him. For just a moment, his eyes flickered towards you, and there was no mistaking the pained look he gave you. 

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄:

[𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞.]

[-𝟏𝟎 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬.]

[𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬: 𝟗𝟎/𝟏𝟎𝟎]

You parted your lips to try and console him somehow, but everyone quickly moved on from the disgusting group bullying session they’d partaken in, and classes proceeded as if nothing had ever happened. 

Things only got worse, though.  

Once the school bell chimed, signaling the end of the day, you made a beeline for Izuku’s desk. You couldn’t walk home with him this time since you had to stay for detention, but you still wanted to say goodbye and maybe even try lifting his spirits a bit.

“I’m not done with you, Deku.”  

Katsuki pushed you out of the way and snatched the notebook Izuku had been holding. It was one of his hero analysis notebooks, where he compiled all of the observations he’d made thus far. There were countless of them—this one was titled #13—but regardless of how many he had, you knew each of them meant a lot to Izuku. 

And Katsuki decided to blow this one up.  

Your jaw dropped open. Izuku could only stare at him in horror, shaking uncontrollably. The cover and pages of the notebook had been charred beyond repair. You were left wondering if the notes inside would even still be legible.  

“T-Too cruel,” Izuku whimpered. “This is just... too cruel...”  

Katsuki rolled his eyes, then chucked the entire notebook out the window. “Quit it with the whining. Listen up, ‘cause I want you to get something through that thick skull of yours. A common link between top heroes is that they all came from unremarkable schools. They were the first to make history and land themselves at U.A. Being a perfectionist, I can’t help but want to maintain that streak. You get where I’m going with this?”  

He inched closer, likely to threaten Izuku some more, but you grabbed him by the arm before he could get any further.  

“Katsuki,” you said. It was scarcely a whisper, and your tone wasn’t fueled by anger either. There was no sense in fighting fire with fire. Screaming at Katsuki or starting a fight would just have the opposite effect. In that case, the most you could hope for was to earn his sympathy. Your gaze was imploring as you lightly squeezed his arm and held him back. “Please just stop,” you breathed. “Everyone already knows you’re going to get into U.A. Can’t you just let Izuku have a dream? He’s not hurting you. So, just... please.”  

It took Katsuki a few moments to let your words sink in. He didn’t even look angry at first. In fact, if you didn’t know any better, you might’ve thought he looked hurt.  

“Piss off,” he eventually snapped.  

[𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮.]

[-𝟏𝟎 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬.]

[𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬: 𝟑𝟎/𝟏𝟎𝟎]

Well, that was a swing and a miss. You supposed it could have been a lot worse, though. At least he wasn’t yelling and threatening violence.  

Katsuki turned his attention back to Izuku. “Anyways, just give up on U.A, shitty nerd. It’s a lost cause for a bum like you.”  

You hoped that was the end of it, based on the fact that he and his lackeys were already walking away, but Katsuki made sure to glance back over his shoulder one last time. His eyes met yours for just a moment, and a conceited grin was quick to stretch across his face. 

“If you’re really still hoping you might get your Quirk one day, maybe try jumping off the rooftop. Who knows? There might even be a Quirk waiting for you in your next life.”  

A few sadistic chuckles left his lips, and you could hardly even process what you’d just heard. The worst part of it was that it wasn’t entirely unfamiliar. You could’ve sworn that Katsuki had uttered those exact words before, at some point or another.  

But when?  

Ugh... my head is starting to hurt again... 

Seeming rather satisfied with his victory, Katsuki left. You were now alone with Izuku, and you couldn’t help but feel guilty about not having done anything to spare him from all of this heartache. Quite frankly, you’d been itching to slap Katsuki across the face after the vile comment he’d just made, but a part of you was still terrified of what the system might do to punish you.  

“I’m sorry,” you immediately apologized. “I should have done more. I should have made him take back his words. I’m sorry, Izuku.”  

You felt like a bad friend, but Izuku didn’t seem to think so. His eyes were rife with sadness, the way they always were whenever he was ridiculed or bullied, but you knew he would never try to blame you for any of it. 

He shook his head, sniffling a bit. “I’m fine. Thank you for being here, [Name]. I’m glad you didn’t do anything reckless. The only thing worse would be if I had to watch Kacchan take his anger out on you instead. I’ll be alright, so don’t worry about me. This is just reality. I’m Quirkless, so... there’s really no helping it.”  

You opened your mouth to protest, but Izuku let out a shaky chuckle.  

“Anyways, I’m gonna go get my notebook back. It looked like it fell into some water, so it’s probably soaked by now... but I’d like to try and salvage it if I can.”  

“I’ll come with,” you insisted, but the second you tried to take even a single step out of the classroom, the teacher cleared his throat.  

“[Name], where do you think you’re going?” he frowned. “You have detention, remember?”  

Ugh. What an asshole.  

You knew for a fact that he’d overheard the entire exchange between Katsuki and Izuku, but hadn’t so much as lifted a finger to stop it. He didn’t even intervene back when the whole class was openly laughing at Izuku. The education system needed to do a better job of hiring teachers, because some of them royally sucked.  

“I’ll be right back. I’m just going to walk my friend to the school gates,” you said, even though that was a lie. Even if you would get in trouble for ditching detention, you had no intention of leaving Izuku alone after what he’d just gone through.  

The teacher scoffed. “Do you think I was born yesterday? You’re not going anywhere. Now, chop-chop. Those windows need to be wiped down.”  

You sucked in air through your teeth. It was amazing that you somehow hated this guy more than Katsuki himself. Probably because he was an adult, and adults were supposed to know better.  

Izuku forced a smile. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about me. I don’t want you to get in trouble. I’ll text you when I get home, alright?”  

“...alright.”  

You couldn’t hide your disappointment, but the teacher was probably just short of grabbing a ruler and using it to whack your rear. Maybe Izuku wanted to be alone right now. Maybe the best thing you could do was give him a bit of space.  

Izuku waved you off and left the classroom, but there was no mistaking how sluggish his steps were. What Katsuki had said was definitely hitting him hard. He just didn’t want to admit it and risk worrying you. 

“[Name],” the teacher said again, gesturing towards the windows impatiently. “Get on with it, please. And by the time you’re done, I’d like to be able to see my reflection clear as day. Got it?”  

[“𝐌𝐚𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐲’𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.”]

“Tell me about it,” you gritted out.  

While you were wiping and polishing all the classroom windows—which was a lot more of a workout than you’d been expecting—Izuku was dealing with something much more eventful, but you didn’t realize it until news broke and you got the alerts on your phone. 

To summarize, some sort of slime villain had been wreaking havoc through town, and by a stroke of bad luck, he ended up attacking Katsuki and essentially taking him hostage. All of the news articles couldn’t help but praise the blonde for his bravery and resilience, saying that he’d done an amazing job of putting up a fight against the villain. And eventually, the Number One hero, All Might, came to his rescue.  

But that wasn’t it.  

In fact, All Might hadn't been the first person to try and save Katsuki. Even though the news didn’t outright state his name, civilians had reported that a boy with curly green hair, wearing the same middle school uniform as Katsuki, had rushed headfirst into danger to try and free him from the slime villain.  

Izuku. 

Despite not having a Quirk, it was exactly the sort of thing you would expect from him. He probably didn’t even stop to think of his own wellbeing before jumping in to help his former friend—who had since become his bully.  

Izuku was incredibly kind. His overwhelming desire to become a hero meant that he was always ready to put himself in harm’s way. Even though he was terrified of Katsuki, that still hadn’t stopped him from always doing his best to stick up for you.  

If the news sources were to be trusted, then neither Katsuki nor Izuku had been seriously injured, because All Might had saved them both in time. But that didn’t stop you from worrying. You’d initially only planned on calling Izuku tonight, but after finding out what you’d missed, you needed to see him in person.  

So, you did just that. 

“Izuku!” you cried out, immediately rushing towards him. You were relieved to find that he didn’t have any visible injuries. It seemed like the news sources were accurate in that regard.  

It was strange, though. You would’ve thought that after such a close encounter with a villain, he would’ve been incredibly shaken up. He’d already had a terrible day thanks to all the nasty things Katsuki had said to him, so you were expecting his expression to be a hundred times more downcast than earlier.  

But it wasn’t. Quite the opposite, actually.  

He just couldn’t seem to stop smiling.  

“[Name]!” he beamed. “Hey! I didn’t think we’d end up seeing each other again today, haha. You must’ve been a bit worried when you found out what happened, but I promise I’m fine.”  

[𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦.]

[+𝟐𝟎 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬.]

Well, if he was in a good mood, then you certainly weren’t complaining. He deserved to be happy, so it was actually a huge relief that he seemed to be doing better now.  

Maybe he’s really excited because he got saved by All Might? He finally met his idol. 

That would certainly make sense. Getting attacked by a villain was far from what you would consider a good time, but it was nice that it had landed him face to face with the person he most looked up to.  

“I’m really glad you’re okay.” You paused, smiling a bit. “You seem pretty happy. All Might must’ve been even cooler in person, huh? It’s great that you finally got to meet him. Did he give you his autograph?”  

Izuku’s grin got even wider, and he nodded his head enthusiastically. “He did! I actually have it in the notebook Kacchan blew up earlier. It’s pretty much my family heirloom now.”  

“Aw. That’s cute. I’m so happy for you, Izuku.”  

“Yeah! I really, really got to meet All Might. And...”  

He stopped himself all of a sudden. It looked like he was trying to keep from getting too excited, if the way his lips kept wobbling was any indication.  

[𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.]

[+𝟐𝟎 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬.]

Huh?  

What was that supposed to mean? Was there something he was purposefully leaving out?  

“After meeting All Might, I’m feeling a lot more confident,” Izuku happily went on. “I’ve decided I’m done with letting people discourage me. I’m going to become a hero, no matter what it takes! I really feel like I can do it now.” 

If this was the effect All Might’s presence had on a person, then you could certainly understand why he was hailed as the strongest and most adored hero. But something about the way Izuku was talking just wasn’t adding up. He seemed much more sure of himself all of a sudden, and it was the sort of thing that simple encouragement alone probably couldn’t achieve.  

As if affirming your exact thoughts, you were suddenly seized by the most splitting headache you’d ever felt.  

“...fuck!”  

You clutched at your head, doing your best to bite back the tears and keep from losing yourself in the pain. You could just vaguely hear Izuku calling to you out of concern, but your senses were in overload right now and you couldn’t discern what he was saying.  

It was happening again. You were just on the cusp of remembering something.  

“You can be a hero. As a matter of fact... you are the one most worthy of inheriting my power.”  

The images flitting through your mind were difficult to make sense of at first. You couldn’t tell who was talking, but after you gave yourself a few moments to adjust to the scene, you realized there was a man speaking to Izuku, while the boy was crumpled on the ground, with tears spilling from his eyes.  

That man was All Might.  

The longer the scene played, and you watched as he spoke of matters that shouldn’t have been possible—such as passing his Quirk on for Izuku to inherit—the more dumbstruck you felt. For one thing, All Might didn’t even look like himself. He was incredibly thin and frail; gaunt, even. Nothing like the insurmountable wall that all villains were said to fear. 

But it was All Might, and he was telling Izuku that he’d chosen him as his successor. That he could become a hero, despite being Quirkless. All Might was going to give him the greatest power there was, One For All. 

You couldn’t make sense of what was going on. When this had happened before, you’d known for a fact that it was a memory from your past. Your mother had been speaking to you in that memory. But here... you were nowhere to be found. How could it be a memory if you weren’t even present? Izuku had only just met All Might for the first time today, which meant that this entire interaction had happened less than a few hours ago. 

How can this be a memory? Am I delusional or something? I don’t understand what the hell is going on with me... 

As always, you were drawing a blank, but if what you’d just seen was the truth—that All Might was somehow going to pass his Quirk on to Izuku—then it would certainly explain why he was suddenly so optimistic.  

Wincing a bit, you slowly opened your eyes and found that Izuku was almost in tears.  

“Oh, thank god!” he cried out. “W-What happened? Are you okay? You looked like you were in a lot of pain for some reason...”  

“I’m fine,” you reassured, gently patting him on the shoulder. “It was just an acute migraine. But, um... Izuku,” you said hesitantly. “Is there anything else you wanted to tell me?”  

“Huh?” 

Unless you were imagining things, he looked rather stiff all of a sudden. Almost as if he was nervous that he might let something slip.  

“N-Nope!” Izuku insisted, doing a rather poor job of being convincing. “I’m just super excited because I got to meet my favorite hero! It ended up being a really great day. All Might was super nice and encouraging, and every bit as strong as I’d expected!” 

[𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭.]

[+𝟏𝟎 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬.]

[𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬: 𝟏𝟒𝟎/𝟐𝟎𝟎]

Well, that pretty much confirmed it. His receiving All Might’s Quirk was some sort of secret meant to be kept between the two of them. Naturally, you had no intention of butting in and potentially ruining their relationship. If he needed to keep it a secret, then it was probably for good reason.  

Besides, based on what you’d seen, it meant that Izuku would finally have a Quirk. He no longer had any reason to feel insecure or doubt his potential, and for that, you were truly thankful.  

You flashed him a grin. “Alright. I was just checking. Seriously though, tell me about what All Might’s like in person. Is he funny? Are his muscles just as big as they look in the interviews?”  

“His muscles are even bigger in person!”  

“Holy cow.”  

[“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤.”]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄:

[𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐢𝐭.]

[𝐀𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭. 𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬.]

Sounds pretty useful. Hopefully I can actually make this work, unlike what happened with the equip function. 

Anyways, you were choosing not to focus on all this system stuff right now. There was plenty of time for that. What was most important was the fact that Izuku had finally been given the opportunity he deserved, and you honestly couldn’t be happier.  

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13. 10. Phonecall - Buer

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Warnings: Buer abuses his position as a medical professional

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Your fingers repeatedly tap on the surface of your nightstand as the phone in your other hand rings. You're calling Buer. Not because you want to, but because your demon friends insisted on it. Apparently you've been behaving differently according to them.

“Hello? This is Buer speaking.” a calm voice finally accepts the call. The professional tone of his voice stirs something in you for some reason.

“Uh.. Hi, this is Y/N. I was told I should call you. Or at least Astaroth and Valefor told me to.”

“Ah, nice to hear from you. So, would you say there has been something wrong as of late?” you can hear a click of pen and the sound of some scribbling.

“I-uh... I don't think so... I guess I'm having hard time falling asleep and concentrating?” you try to rack your brain for anything you've noticed out of the ordinary. The only other thing that comes to mind is the fact that everyone seems to try and get on your nerves.

“Hm... Have you also been experiencing some days where you can't seem to be able to get out of bed and once you do everything irritates you?” Buer inquires and hits a bull's eye. You've been feeling those things for the past few days, but you've chalked it up to your hormonal cycle.

“Yes.”

“Oh, well then, let's try this... Are you alone right now, Y/N?” the sound of your voice from the demon on the other line once again stirs something in your lower region.

“Uh-yeah...” you have no idea why he's asking you this or if that matters for your diagnosis. Maybe he wants you to try some yoga positions that have the potential to look embarrassing?

“Ah, that's great. Now, could you settle down somewhere comfortable with preferably ample of space around you?” his questions turn more and more weird. What kind of yoga or whatever is he gonna make you do?

“S-sure?”

“Good. Please bare with me, but could you start touching your body in any way that arouses you? I believe I know what the problem is-” you make a startle hum, but move to lay back against the headboard of your bed and follow his instructions, “- what you've described to me sounds like a lack of any sexual activity. If you wouldn't mind sharing, how long has it been since the last time you've partaken in such activity?”

Your touches are already starting to awaken the heat in your body and Buer's voice only helps to ignite it even further. You almost don't hear the question despite practically clinging onto every word coming from the healer demon on the other end.

“I-uhh... About few months actually...”

“Well, aren't you lucky to have me talk you through as many orgasms as you need... You can start teasing yourself now.”

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[kinardnatural]

BUCKTOMMY FLUFFEBRUARY DAY 2 - COOKING TOGETHER

@bucktommyfluffebruary

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MENACE IN THE KITCHEN

“That is a lot of carrot.” 

Considering that Tommy had cut around seven carrots by now, he would definitely agree that it was indeed a whole lot of carrot. 

“That is so much carrot”, Evan says again, laying on the implication pretty thick there between the lines. “We don't need that much carrot for the stew, Tommy.”

Tommy puts down his knife, wipes his palms over his apron and turns to face his boyfriend, ready to see that endearing scowl he always gets when he's being serious and focused on getting things right. Something Tommy seems to have already failed at. 

“Maybe you shouldn't have dumped so many carrots on the counter then”, he deadpans, knowing fully well that he is dipping his toes in dangerous waters by challenging Evan when he's in this mode. It is all so worth it just to see the subtle fiery glint flashing in Evan's blue eyes after the initial surprise. Tommy can't help but to grin. The thrill of being able to have that effect on him never seems to die and that is one of the many things he is feeling so grateful for in their relationship. 

“I obviously didn't mean for you to cut all of them”, Evan huffs. “Now there's too much carrot. We can't throw them away.” 

“I should hope not. I put a lot of time and effort into cutting them so perfectly”, Tommy teases and pops one of said cut pieces into his mouth. “I would hate to spend so much effort for nothing.” 

The scowl deepens and Tommy knows that he's awakened the beast that everyone else seems to be so intimidated by. Tommy, however, could not be more pleased, and he knows that Evan knows this fact. So Tommy doesn't move when his boyfriend takes a step forward and jabs a finger onto his chest. 

“So what do you suggest we do with the overflow of carrots?” 

“Overflow is an overstatement, don't you think?” 

“Tommy!”

Oh, there it is. The whining of his name Tommy loves to hear so much along with a pout as the scowl disappears from his boyfriend's face. Satisfied with the result of his subtle taunting, Tommy decides to reward Evan by wrapping his hand around Evan's wrist over his chest to bring the tip of his fingers to his lips. He presses his lips there, kissing them and engulfs his hand with his own. Evan practically melt at this, the scowl and pout completely leaving his face to be replaced with a sweet smile and flushed cheeks.

“Don't worry your adorable head about it, Sweetheart. I obviously have a plan.” 

Evan sinks into his space, wrapping both of his arms around Tommy's waist as he rests his chin onto Tommy's shoulder. “Hmm? Of course you do. What's your plan?” 

“Snacks for the kids. We got some extra dip. Howie told me Jee has been better with eating her vegetables, I figured that could help when they come over.” 

Evan makes a noise close to his ear that Tommy Can't quite make out, but the squeeze around his middle suggests that it's a sound of approval. 

“If it weren't for the fact that we'll be having guests soon we'd be halfway through happy land by now”, Evan whines and pulls away slightly to smile up at Tommy who laughs softly. 

“Now that would be a waste of effort on this stew. Back to cooking, you mence.” 

Evan huffs but plants a long, sweet kiss on Tommy's lips before he goes back to work on the stew.