#unless youre a spy. they die easily

[diwatya]

hmm... ok initially i drew my first week college experiences to cope but i made it into a tf2 self insert. there's no lore to it. backstory is that i was stupid got so lost and found myself in teufort new mexico in the 1960s

[prinzrupprecht]

When they hurt your feelings

Featuring: Tesla, Qin, Anubis, and Thor ( part 3 )

Idk if I’ll do part 4 unless people request characters I have not done. Also sorry for the Okita spam lately.

Part 1 and Part 2

Warnings: A bit suggestive with Anubis, name calling / swearing

Tesla

You had been married to Tesla for years but one thing he gets pissy about is when anyone touches his experiments. It’s not you but he gets irritated and has to start over from scratch.

Though, what you had done wasn’t on purpose. It was an accident when you walked into his ‘Hyper God House’ because that is what Tesla called it or whatnot. It made no sense to you it doesn’t bother you what he called things. He was testing wireless transmissions. He was so heavily induced in his work that you haven’t talked to him in a few days.

You didn’t see him in his workshop and you decided to walk over to see the blueprints that were laid out on his desk. He was dedicating his time more to this research than being at home. You were a bit saddened but he told you before marrying you that his research would always take priority and you were fine with it. Were you fine? He still showed his care and never missed any important days or holidays.

“Seriously? What is this…” you touched one of his wireless experiments but barely and that’s when you heard the door open.

“Why are you in here? I told you to not come in here if I’m not here,” he swatted your hands away from his work area. You were offended and stepped away from him. He was never mean to you and was always enthusiastic about his work.

“I’m starting to believe you don’t even care for me, I haven’t seen you in days! Maybe I should move out,” you were about to leave but he blocked the entrance. You weren’t wanting to deal with him any longer.

Tesla had realized his words were a bit too harsh despite his social awareness he changed the topic. “You know this is important to me, the evolution is nearly here. I’m this close with my wireless lighting invention. Using these would generate high AC voltages, it’ll take some time but I’ll get there.” Tesla changed the mood and all you could do was sigh.

“Here, take a break. You look like you haven’t slept at all,” you grabbed his arm and he nearly tumbled forward but you caught him.

“This is why I need you here with me,” he whispered in your ear. You didn’t want to leave him but you wanted his affection. You had assisted him in many of his experiments and inventions.

Finally, you had helped him through the house and into your shared room to sleep. “I’ll get you something to drink and eat,” but he grabbed your wrist before you could leave.

“I need you to stay here for a bit longer. Having you here with me would clear my head a bit.” He was tired and groggy but you obliged to his request. You put a hand on his forehead and chest and laid down next to him snuggled into his side.

You were glad he was still himself even when he was a science die-hard nerd.

Qin Shi Huang

He was a king and you were just someone that he acknowledged in his kingdom and nation. He was emperor of China and you were someone of lowly status not worth his time. That all changed when he saw how strong you were protecting the people in a small village from some weak demon like the previous Chiyou who ruled China.

He admired your fighting skills and spirit and offered you to fight alongside him against his enemies in China. You scoffed and refused at first. He may be the handsome king of China, but you weren’t easily swayed by his presence.

After some time, he watched you practice with the spear and archery. You were skilled and much better than some of the warriors that serve him. Before you could catch him spying on you, he was already gone.

Not so much later, you met him again unexpectedly fighting in a war to protect his country. Your country as well from someone who hated him and those who killed his adopted mother. You stepped in to help him beat them but almost at the cost of your life to protect the emperor when someone almost struck him from behind.

The blow you took was almost fatal. Qin cursed himself and started yelling in frustration. He called you reckless and foolish. He was quick and had to carry you back with some of his allies aiding your injury that had struck you in the side. The blood loss was major. Qin was hopeful you’d make a full recovery and this time, you weren’t going to do something so dramatic for him again.

He could’ve easily dodged the man who tried to sneak attack him, yet you took the hit for him? “You’re still here?” your voice was hoarse and filled with pain. Qin was hiding behind the doors to the room he told his guards to put you in.

“You didn’t even need to do that, why? Why throw your life away like that?” Qin was angry but you didn’t look at him.

“I’ve always been a bit jealous of how you had everything and my home and village was gone. Nothing left for them— my family and friends. You hurt me the most with the failures of your orders that led to this war. I didn’t want to be like you, I’d rather someone like you live with the consequences and pain.” Your words struck Qin with horror. He was mad how you could say that to him— your king!

“You don’t know me then. I grew up as a cursed child abandoned by my parents and hated by my own people. Let me make it up to you… and to those you had lost.” Qin walked over to your bedside and you noticed markings covering the side of his body painfully.

“What? You got injured too?” You were terrified and didn’t know what you were seeing. His blindfold was off and he had opened his mouth to explain to you that he has mirror touch synthesis. Every time he sees someone else get injured, he would also feel that person's pain.

“S— Stop that! You shouldn’t hurt yourself for my sake.” You were trying so hard to turn away and hope he would leave.

“No. I don’t want you to be alone. At least not under my empire. I’ll make sure everyone lives prosperously.” Qin proudly says and you can see how happy he was despite the pain he felt because of you.

“That sounds… lovely. I want to live in that place that you say is prosperous.”

Anubis

He wasn’t someone you had expected to grow fond of over the years when his father became the king of Duat. You were happy with the new changes in Egypt before the ball dropped on you that he was supposed to be engaged to an Iranian goddess Anahita who was a cunning woman. Anubis on the other hand wasn’t mad or pissed. He looked more happy with her and even followed her around the palace.

Your jealousy shot through the roof when she started to compliment his body. She was immensely annoying and you wanted to find a way out of the place. You disliked her. With immense passion.

“Hey wait up! Wait up! You left so quickly, wow you’re fast.” Anubis ran after you but you couldn’t help but want to ask him why. Why did he agree to that agreement to marry such a useless goddess? Yes, useless since she was only of love and fertility and cared for making love and seducing men.

As you were going to say something, Anahita appeared behind him and gave you a very unauthentic smile as she grabbed onto his arm and leaned her head into him. Too close… you wanted to call her something but held your tongue back. “oh, it’s you young lady of Sumerian. Anubis here was just dining with me and trying out the new fine foods Egypt has to offer. You know I wonder, why haven’t you returned back to Uruk?” Anahita grinned and made a popping sound from her lips.

“Hm, I think you’re right. Maybe I will, I hope you two the best.” You courtly lowered your head before walking away. What hurt you the most was the fact Anubis didn’t say anything or run after you.

You saw Isis near the main hall with her daughter Bastet. “You look… mad?” Bastet observed you but Isis already knows why you look upset and tilted.

“I’m leaving, don’t bother your energy with me. I don’t have time for it.” You snapped but Isis scoffed.

“Set got into your head again didn’t he?” Isis leaned back on her chair at the end of the table.

“What do you mean? He told me lord Anubis is engaged to that… that woman and she is here!” You didn’t even know it, but your hands were clenching tightly turning your hands white. The anger was surging through you and everything you had with him was gone.

“She is just here visiting my dear. My dear son Anubis has already declined her proposals.” You gave Isis a blank expression. Bastet snorted a laugh but held herself back before wanting to get into the conversation.

“It doesn’t matter he— he won’t even stick up for me. Why should I even stay here?” Your feelings should matter but did they even matter to him?

Before Isis was going to refute your claims, you had already stormed back to your room. You were tired and fed up with them. Your father Marduk wouldn’t be pleased with this. You had thought for the longest time the deal would be you marry Anubis and the trade negotiations between your two countries would continue.

“Finally I caught up to you! You keep running off,” Anubis was alone and gave you sad eyes. Finally… that weirdo goddess wasn’t with him. You couldn’t help but wonder if they… did it. Your body shudders at the thought.

“Leave me alone, I don’t want to see you.” You stubbornly turned away and entered your room. Anubis stood outside with a hurt and confused expression. You never said such words to him.

“Did I— Did I do something? I’m sorry, I’m sorry if do something wrong!“ Anubis saw you grabbing your things and panic took over him. He grabbed your arms and pulled you into him as he held onto you. His warms were tightly wrapped around your waist as your back was pressed up against his chest.

“Did you like her? That goddess…” you were frozen in his arms.

“Who? Oh! Her? Miss Ana— something? I am only loyal to you! I swear it! Let me prove it to you. Pretty, pretty please?” he gripped your sides and you could feel how desperate he was to keep you with him.

Let’s say it was a long night.

Thor

He was affectionate to you in private, but at the same time apathetic around you in public. He cares for you in mysterious ways, but he was bloodthirsty for battles and rarely was home. He puts you down as someone weaker than most gods and shouldn’t get in the way of others in battle. You wanted to prove yourself useful somehow as a goddess of sorcery and magic. You even sought the valkyries to help you.

Forseti was the most annoying man to even be around with and you could swear he was the one married to Thor and not you sometimes. Being a part of the Norse pantheon made you wonder if there was more out there than what was in the palace. Valhalla was a strange place and if Thor was having fun on his own, maybe you should too.

You must’ve been hours away from Asgard and one thought made you want to explore more of Valhalla but you didn’t want to go back just yet. Many wonders had you curious. The scenery was beautiful seeing the open mountains, blue skies and rivers.

“What might you be doing?” A slithering voice jumped down from one of the trees. Ew… you crossed your arms unimpressed. You were a sorceress, no way you would let some creature man or whatever he was intimidate you whatsoever.

“Leave me alone, I have no interest.” You flicked part of your hair back and was going to walk passed him. Something must’ve struck a nerve because the creepy guy with a long tongue tried to grab you.

“Is that so?” You tried to move back a bit and use one of your fire defence spells to burn his hands from touching you.

“You stupid cunt,” the man’s hand grew several times larger as claws were aimed at you. Oh, dear… fuck. You wish you had told Thor where you had gone to.

“Fuck you!” You pointed one of your fingers at him and tried to form a bit of lightning in the palm of your hands that Thor taught you a long time ago. You tried to deflect the creature’s attack but it was to amplify the damage but he managed to hit you pretty well.

You almost didn’t notice your side was hit but the man had a devious look on his face. “I would like to keep you alive for my own pleasures~” he licked his lips as you nearly gagged. You would kill yourself before he would touch you!

Just as you were preparing for an immediate attack, someone crashed down onto the serpent. Your eyes widened in shock. You noticed Thor’s hammer appeared right in front of you. It had completely pancaked the serpent or whatever creature he was. Huh? He was that weak?! You pouted as if you wanted to be the one to kill him.

“You followed me?” You turned to face him.

“Well, no. I was told you had left so I went to find you.” He noticed your side was damaged and his face contorted from the damage the serpent did to his wife.

“I’m taking you back and making sure you get healed. Next time don’t leave without telling me,” he went to pick you up and put you over his shoulders making you shriek.

“Hey wait! I can still walk!” he was carrying you and his hammer. He even teleported back to the palace in an instant. This man was full of surprises with you.

“I like taking care of what’s mine.” Meaning you and the hammer. Your cheeks turned a deep shade of red. Thank god he couldn’t see your face since you were still hanging over his shoulder.

He dropped you off at the infirmary to get cleaned up and healed. Thor had stuck by your bedside apologizing for not being around as often. You weren’t hurt anymore but you wanted to be with him more.

“I’ll take you next time to some other places. Rest here for now.” He inhaled a sharp breath and still sat next to your bed. He would sleep in the chair if it meant you were comfortable and better.

Note: finally it’s done! Dunno what to do for the next series. Anyway, I may get back on Susano’o and Anubis one shots. Kind of miss doing them…

[whateversawesome]

Let’s talk about SxF Chapter 82

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; even though Yor is currently not involved in the confrontation between the SSS and WISE, this arc is about Twiyor marriage.

Somehow, it seems like they are in each other’s mind. Just take a look...

To me, this small panel is probably the most important in the chapter: Twilight the master of disguise, best spy ever, WAVERS (!!!)

In addition to quivering, WAVER also means to become unsteady, unreliable, and undecided. A spy should never waver, it could cost him his life. So, why did the best spy of the West hesitate?

The reason is very clear to me. He has something on his mind...someone...😉

Remember what he said when Yor kicked him on the chin?

We saw his dangerous assassin mode. He was ready to defend himself from the SSS agent, but then he saw Yuri instead. It’s funny that he called him by his full name: Yuri Briar, just like he did a couple of chapters before, when he was apologizing to his wife. It was almost as a reminder of certain other Briar (aka Mrs. Forger).

Twilight had the opportunity to shoot and kill Yuri. He’s more experienced than him, he’s been in dangerous situations and killed before. But upon seeing his face, a last minute decision halted his most basic spy instincts:

Yuri is his enemy, but he’s also family. (Btw, Yuri looks like a kid here).

Twilight has surely heard from his wife all the love and effort she put on raising her brother. For a long time Yuri was her only family and she married him to avoid worrying him. He KNOWS how much Yuri means to Yor.

That last minute decision wasn’t that last minute at all. Even though he won’t admit it, he’d rather die before hurting his wife. AND he did promise he would never make her suffer that way again (even though he had no clue what she was talking about 😂)

Now, about Yor. To be honest, I thought that she would probably forget about the gripe, but thinking it through, those infidelity allegations are not so easily brushed off. It’s not like Loid has shown her he loves her explicitly and he is out all the time. (I think she misses him 💕 Look at those sad eyes!!)

In theory, Yor shouldn’t worry about this, since this is a fake marriage, right? The thing is Yor doesn’t see it as a fake marriage anymore. That’s why she wants to have gripes and welcome home kisses. She wants a normal marriage.

It was beautiful and heartbreaking to see her in the last panel. It meant so much, because right at that moment (probably) her husband was getting hurt. In marriage there’s a constant connection, especially when two people are in love (and these two are deeply in love).

I posted this before, but I’ll write it again, in case you didn’t see it:

This is marriage. 

When you hurt, I hurt. 

When you bleed, I bleed.

That blood wasn’t Yor’s. Since she mentions her husband and she's thinking about him, I think that last panel is Twilight’s blood.

Bonus: Yor doesn’t think about Yuri (who she raised like her kid) or Anya (who is her kid). She thinks about her husband!! I think she's finally stepping out of the role of mom to step into the role of wife/adult woman. In other words, Your honor, she’s in love 💖

Now, questions: Did Twilight get killed? No, I don’t think so. Severely injured? Maybe. But I believe it won’t be too severe, because he still has to confront Wheeler unless...(here comes the crazy theory): Who was Wheeler talking on the phone?

He didn’t show up at the appointment with the SSS. We don’t know where he is. So the crazy theory is that he could be involved with the Garden. Honestly, it’s a long shot. Unlikely, but it would also be a huge twist and you know l LOVE twists 😏

It could also fit, because if Twilight is injured and has to be pulled from the mission, WISE doesn’t stand a chance. AND it would leave Wheeler to appear at a later arc, now involved with the Garden and maybe our dear Thorn Princess (maybe, jealous Loid arc?) Unlikely, but fun it’s fun to dream.

My two cents: 

Twilight is the one who got shot, but is not deadly injured. He may actually have to go home early! 

Probably there will still be an encounter with Wheeler, but let’s hope he doesn’t have to fight him. Things are still very much in the air with Wheeler, so let’s just wait and see.

The arc is still very incomplete and could take a turn in any direction. I know a lot of you want some action/fighting between Twilight and Wheeler, but I would be happy if Mr. Spy just went home early to be with his wife and this turned into a complete Twiyor arc. We’ll see.

One last word about Yuri. Now, I think he’ll be the one who discovers Twilight’s identity. That kid is smart and if he starts putting the pieces together, he may end up discovering everything. This confrontation is one big piece and I’d like to believe that Twilight not killing Yuri will be a deciding factor in the end. I’ve said it before, at some point Yuri is going to have to choose between duty and his family and I believe he will choose his family (at a great personal cost).

But not only that, last time Twilight chose not to kill an enemy, something good has happened: When he spared Franky he began a transformation and stared working for peace. What will happen now that he chose not to kill another enemy? My guess is that he’ll become more human and it’ll have to do with Yor. 

Something tells me this is one of those chapters that will be VERY important in the future. So let’s keep an eye on it.

[earthearthearththearth]

Third date head canons! Like when you know it’s ‘for sure’

When The Mercs Know It's For Sure(TF2)

Includes: The Mercs, Miss Pauling notes:Yes, squeet is a kurtis conner reference

🛠Engineer- Bringing out all those nicknames. Darling, sweetheart, love, honey. Yeah. He likes to be sure of his feelings before getting with someone and honey, he is SURE. I think that for a third date, like most of them it would be very casual. Sometimes he likes to sing some songs for the mercs, mostly just pyro, heavy, and demo because the rest ‘got better things to do’. He specifically tells you about it this time. Usually if you show up it’s because you over hear. He’d sing a few ditties, but since is he corny-comes from being a country guy, zing, he sings a song you can’t quite ping as a love song. If you do manage to pick up on that, who knows if it’s to you. But you know for sure when he ends up asking you to be official a little while later when it’s just you two

🔥Pyro-I don’t imagine Pyro to take you out on “real” dates. He asks you to come along with him on missions and just anything he decides to do. Or he asks(or doesn’t) to follow you around. So the ‘third date’ is just normal to you. He looks at you a lot. Just sits and stares. At first it scares you a little. Just big..black..voids..staring…into..your…soul. You ask him what the deal is sometimes and he just laughs or shakes his head like you wouldn’t get it. You like Pyro, but these signs you’re getting could literally mean anything. So you ask the one person who can understand him, Engie, who says Pyro’s just head over heels for you. You ask Pyro if this is true, who is a bit flustered that you told someone about it, even if Engie already knew. I think Pyro signs sometimes, so you two have a little conversationa and whabam. Yall get together

⚾Scout-So he’s like…quieter and somehow more talkative? A lot of “Uh Yeah, that’s stupid”s. You tell him you’re listening, but it’s a lost cause. When he’s not packing his little knapsack and walking away sadly, he calls you “toots”. Lots of that. Still lots of flexing both his skills at picking things up or his little noodly arms. The date isn’t a prom this time, but very reminiscent of Spy’s teachings since there aren’t any giant bread monsters to save you from. Unless…no. Too risky. The date is literally just a set up to ask you out. 

“Sure are a lot of stars out tonight.”

“Kinda cloudy..”

“Nah, look, there’s one!”

“Scout, that’s a plane.”

“Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky-”

Turns out the plane is an enemy plane about to bomb the base. You both die immediantly.

Kidding, he just is kinda like “So…I’m kinda into you?” So of course you tell him you know, and end up asking him out instead. 

🦅Soldier- A date for him is breaking the necks of anyone who dare disrespect america. Kilometer? He only knows squeet. But if you don’t feel like breaking the neck of your local Australian, then there’s other fun activities to do. Like fighting bears or getting naked and covering yourself with honey. Or perhaps you want to go break open a beehive to get said honey. No? Jesus, lot of fun you are. The date is just a plan then. Get out the blueprint, plan for the next mission, which will probably be one of the previously mentioned activities. Since you’re helping the planning stage, it’ll probably be easier to convince him to let you stay out of all that. I don’t know how he’d ask you out. He’d probably just announce that he has an s/o now and you’re like “this is news”. But since you’re here, you’re probably cool with it.

🗡Spy-Yes his dates are elaborate and fun and fancy, however him asking you to be official is not as much. When he realizes he knows that you and him are For Sure, he is flustered by you. Spy may be suave and French, but he is very easily flustered if you can outdo him with words, and do not let him forget it. Not that you could. The third date is set up by him. He makes a little spot in his smoking room for you two and cooks up something you probably can’t pronounce. You find the intimacy a little strange, and before now you couldn’t tell if he actually liked you or was just playing around. But now, with this whole set-up made by him, you knew. He gives you a little necklace, something simple but clearly expensive. With that, he finally pops the not-marriage question, but gosh does it feel like it.

💉Medic-So he gives you the Blu medic’s heart. It’s in a nice little box, and the next time you visit his office he hands it to you. This is because it’s the closest he can get to his own heart. He tried. Unfortunately during this he almost died, so the Blu heart is the closest you get. His plan was to have you guys dig it out together, but he is very particular. He can’t have his love get in the way of science. Hopefully you appreciate it because you are very special to him! Maybe he’ll let you dissect it for fun and definitely because he doesn’t have some strange feelings about seeing you covered in blood commiting atrocious acts.

💣Demoman-So the first few dates were not getting shitfaced, but now that it’s the third, he’s gonna take you to where he spends a fair majority of his time. Having a teleporter makes traveling real easy, but he figures it’s a bit more romantic to drive. So he takes you with him to drive to a little hole-in-the-wall bar, the only one around. It starts out rather calm, but eventually he gets shitfaced and real clingy. You drink some, but yall need a designated driver that can at least see straight. You guys probably fall asleep in the car in the parking lot, but you know. Sometimes it’s like that. When you guys finally wake up and discuss what you can remember, he says he loves you. Aw.

🦘Sniper-Everyone on this list is a little weirdo and he is no exception. The date isn’t a date. He’s not a date guy. Maybe he picks you up a flower or rock he sees poking out of the desert, but that’s it. It’s the thought that counts. So the ‘third date’ is probably really early in the morning when you two cross paths. He says something like, “I was thinking you and I could get together for a while.” And you ask how long a while is, which results in “I dunno, I just like you”. Sweet. Yeah he’s uh. Not the most romantic guy around, but he tries.

🐻Heavy-A bit more romantic. The third date is just the two of you. He asks if you’d like to cook together which you accept, knowing he won’t blow the kitchen up. It’s calm and quiet. Until Pyro decides he wants to use the oven and yall gotta practically shoo him out with a broom. What’s cookin is good lookin’. It is looking good. You guys win! I think you’d end up asking Heavy out because he is very patient and doesn’t want to put pressure on you since it is a war that you two are in still. 

👓Miss Pauling-The same as the first. If she’s going out with you on one date, then she’s probably into you a lot. One day off a year, you know? So you two would just hang out. She’d be like really nervous for some reason-you had noticed it before but she seems kind of stand-offish. You ask her what’s up, prompting her to tell you a jumble of sort-of words that you finally make out to be a confession. 

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Whumptober 2024 - Day 23

Quinn belongs to my beloved boyfriend @friendlylocalwhumper!! Thank you for letting me borrow your spy!!

TWs: someone asks for the death penalty and is denied

Forced Choice | Public Display | Broken Pedestal | “I’m doing this for you.”

Mariano stood in a suit, unmoving beneath the play icon. It was a warm navy, a color that brought out the soft gold in Mariano's skin. His tie was black. The shirt he wore under his jacket was white. It was all crisp, clean. Brilliant, even on camera.

His face was rounder. Softer. Even with the malnutrition that made his cheekbones sharper, he didn't look twenty. He looked like a teenager still.

He didn't look a day older than Quinn themself was.

They stole a glance out of the corner of their eye. That was him. Right there behind that counter, cleaning mugs, stood the war criminal himself.

This wasn't their first time watching this footage. They'd read up on it when the prison rehabilitation programs updated their website, naturally. Someone who'd burned whole towns couldn't just be better.

It didn't work like that.

All of this had to be a ploy. Mariano Ortiz, now Mariano Cross, had to be some sort of spy for the disgraced man he'd worked under. His begging for the death penalty had to have been faked. They skipped forward.

"Mister Ortiz, the court has accepted your plea of guilty to all the charges brought against you."

The Mariano on screen didn't waver.

"You have been sentenced to life in prison with the possibility of parole."

Until he did.

"No," He whispered, just loud enough to be heard. "No, I need to be neutralized. I'm too dangerous to--"

"The court's decision is final. You will be taken into custody immediately with credit for time served. Have a good day, Mister Ortiz."

A woman in the background started quietly crying as Mariano was handcuffed and led away, seemingly in shock. When the camera panned over, Quinn confirmed that it had to be Mariano Ortiz's mother, Lucia. She looked how she did in all the Facebook photos, and leaned into the man who had to be Ramon. They looked relieved.

There had to be more to this. Quinn had to be missing something. No one just did that unless they were playing the long game.

"Still doing alright?" A voice not coming from their headphones pulled Quinn away from their thoughts.

Mariano was at the counter, hand on the handle of a mug. "Need a refill? I know studying for midterms can be hard without some coffee to sip on."

Quinn smiled easily in return and tabbed over to the document they'd been keeping their notes on. "That'd be nice, Mister Cross. Thank you." They watched him fill a new mug with their order, made exactly like the last two they'd slowly worked their way through.

"Rough class? You've been frowning like fall break was cancelled."

"Ah, you could say that." They said, accepting the new mug that was brought over. They looked up at him over the top of their laptop screen. His ringlit eyes seemed to bore into them as he leaned closer to take their empty one.

"Well, you're free to stay as long as you like." He said, a small smile playing on his lips. "I certainly don't mind the company."

Quinn watched broad shoulders retreat back to the counter to begin washing the ceramic and swallowed. Somehow that was always worse than they expected. Somehow they expected to hear the crack of a whip, or the rattle of chains in a basement when they watched him walk away.

They had to find out what he was really in the city for. They couldn't see more innocent people die at one awful mage's hands. Not ever again.

@whump-captain @whumpr @whumperofworlds @lektricwhump @cyberwhumper

@bxtterflystxtches @inscrutable-shadow @whumpbees @painful-pooch

[skullzanta]

Unlimited Shapeshifting is both Terrifying and Amazing. I want it.

To clarify I do not mean Realitybending shapeshifting where you can change your atomic structure, nor something like "I can instantly poof into another form". No, I mean like hardcore shapeshifting, but where you can simply learn and evolve through trial and effort, but nothing limits you to how much you experiment with it minus the Laws of Physics.

So, you still need fuel, you still need time to change shape, your skin cells wont just grow like STEM Cells unless you figure out how to reverse engineer STEM Cell interactions within Skin cells.

Anything in genetic engineering is possible, so imagine for a moment: You arrive into another world suffering "The Demon Lord", but the God of that world gives you a superpower of your choice. You choose unlimited shapeshifting. She comes back to congratulate you as she feels the Demon Lord die, only to see a pile of flesh that has consumed the entirety of their castle and created necromorphs and Resident Evil horrors just to win. You are now the new Demon Lord and must be terminated at all costs.

Alternatively, You revolutionize science and begin the biotechnological revolution, giving others magic and flesh powers, and accidentally become a new goddess to the denizens of the world by the time you defeat the Demon Lord.

And ALTERNATIVELY Alternatively, you could simply become a boy or girl or whatever after some experimenting, and form a spy network that nobody but you and some others possibly know is just you and not an actual network.

Or just become a girl or boy on demand and become a standard adventurer.

You can do so many things with this power, and we could SO easily enact the Trans Agenda on the worl-hemhem...YOU could so easily become a nightmare or a goddess.

So, what would you do with this power in the same situation?

[godofvillains-arch]

"A tutor once in a while doesn't help all that much.. If you're consistent with one, you'll notice a big change in progress with your training," he replies softly. He believed he could do a better job at training her. He probably didn't need to do much with her quirk, it was probably strong as it was. But her mind and body, he would train. First it would start out as just work outs, but then grow harder and harder as time goes. He knew how to exercise the body. Even when he 'cheated' to get his strength. But in his eyes, it wasn't cheat, he went through hellish pain to get his quirks and strength.

"Are you sure?" he asks with a cocked head. "I can make sure those see you as a REAL hero... And all I will be doing is training your quirk, mind, and body.." He had no intention of giving her a quirk unless she requested it. The villain wasn't one to force something upon someone unless they wanted it. At least if he valued them he wouldn't.

Shigaraki was making an attempt to convert her to his side. To gain a support ally. One that could boost him greatly. It would be a last resort to take her quirk, as if she wasn't on his side, then she would be a DANGEROUS enemy. If he was going to take her out, he would have to do it soon. Who knows when he'd come face to face with her again...

The god only had a quirk that could detect a lie from truths. However, he was also observing people. Reading them like a book and using every detail against them or for himself. The man read doubt in her. And her emotions with ease, just by the tone in her voice.

"I don't think everyone has doubt.. I have no doubt. I am very confident in my abilities to get what I want.. There's many people who don't have doubt... You just need to stop doubting yourself and have a bit of faith in yourself," he tells her while gesturing at her. "Having some faith in yourself can easily boost your abilities.. It's not just your quirk that matters... As I said, I would be helping you out mentally and physically.. I haven't seen your quirk in action. But your body and mind is more important... People tend to value their own quirks more than their own abilities... Take Deku for an example.. His body was not prepared for the quirk, so he constantly broke his bones.. If he trained his body better, he wouldn't have so much problems...

"You just said it yourself... you'll do anything to become a great hero.. I am OFFERING you a way to become a greater hero.. Yet, you're doubting me, aren't you?" the man asks and takes a step towards her.

A grin emerges on the demon lord's maw. "You are correct... I cannot die.. I CAN, but I cannot.. Not only am I VERY hard to kill alone with my regeneration quirk. But, I have a reincarnation quirk.. It's simply.. If someone manages to kill my body.. I will die, only to reincarnate into someone stronger, and respawn.. I have 'died' once.. and only once... And I have gained even more power... I would have to say, my raw strength alone probably surpasses All Might," he boasts greatly with a smile.

"I believe it's fine to have multiple reasons on why you want to become a hero... Though I have to ask, are you still friends with those childhood friends of yours? Did you go to the same school together?" Shigaraki asks her, folding his arms over his chest.

His lip twitches when she mentions she wants to prove herself to her Grandfather. "Ah, wanting to prove to a family member that you're better than what they think, eh? I can make that happen.. you know.. No added quirks, your own, nothing else.. Make him see how great you really are..

"Of course, for training you, you've probably guessed, it's not just out of the good of my heart... I want you on my side... Don't worry, I won't ask you to be a spy for me.. I won't have you harm a hair on someone's body... But when the next war happens, I want you to aid me..."

godofvillains-aa​:

@godofvillains​

    “So it isn’t too bad of a draw back.. It’s actually a pretty common one. If you go over your cool down, you’ll usually pass out or grow tired or something.” There he goes again, using video game terms. But even if it wasn’t a dangerous one, it could be if you weren’t with company. Out on your own? The enemy can grab her or even kill her if they wanted to.

    He actually had quite the stash of quirks. All passed down to him by All For One. He had well over three hundred quirks, from ones he’s stolen himself, and ones he has inherited. He wasn’t against giving quirks to other people. But he’s never really done it before either. He’s only stolen quirks.

     “I can do a hell of a lot better job than how U.A trains you,” he promises. “I will admit, U.A does a good job at training its heroes. But do any of the teachers come to you, one on one, to train you? As I am told, it’s usually group activity. Team A plays villain, Team B plays hero. But I don’t think you’ve ever had a tutor.. Which can do so much good to properly training you. Both physical, mental, and quirk,” he points out to her.

     Tomura catches her tone in her voice and cocks his head. “You don’t sound so sure… I am sure they don’t.. With that tone you just voice, you have doubt.. Which means a person or people have belittled your quirk. I am not, that is not why I know that. But from me watching the world, I have seen many quirks like yours be belittled. Because it wasn’t flashy, or they couldn’t take on a villain themselves. People think support quirks are worthless unless you’re a healer…”

     The villain places a palm on his chest. “Yes, I fought for over a month, almost straight. I had maybe three hours of sleep each day and that was it. I was gitching Gigamatchia. If I wanted the power I have now, I had to beat him and make him accept me as his new Master. That’s the only way the Doc would give me more power,” he explains to her, letting his hand slip off his chest.

    “You’re right.. It wasn’t good for my health. But it was worth it, in the end. I gained powers, and now I am almost unstoppable.. Anything that DOES stop me is just temporary.. I have the same strength as All Might now, maybe a little less.. But it’s still up there..”

     It wasn’t really correcting himself. It was to tell her he wasn’t just interested in her quirk alone. That he was interested in her too.

     “Ah, so you just want to help people… As for recognize not being the main reason you’re becoming a hero… Are you sure about that? It sounded like earlier, you were… That you wanted to prove to someone or people that your quirk is valuable… Didn’t you just say a moment ago that ‘people already see how strong and valuable I am?’ There’s another reason you want to become a hero.. and you’re hiding it..”

There he goes again, claiming he’ll be able to train her so much better than the pro heroes in UA and partially dismissing their methods of teaching. Don’t get her wrong, she didn’t doubt that there would be certain things Shigarki would be better at teaching her, due to being on the opposite side of what heroes stand for. Much more… intense and dangerous methods of training no doubt.

“I’m sure they do come up to students to offer one on one training. Or the students are the ones to ask the teachers for help instead.” While she didn’t see that first hand, it didn’t mean it wasn’t happening at all. Take Shinsou for example, Aizawa was personally training him for months to help him get into the hero course and no one knew about it. “I have had a tutor here and there but not consistently.” Surely that counts, right?

“I appreciate the offer of you training me? But really it’s okay” She did her best to smile up at him, still doing her best to be cautious around him as she still isn’t fully aware of just how powerful he actually is. Even if she did take his offer she didn’t want to do it by cheating, if his tutoring involves receiving another quirk she really doesn’t want and or need. Shigaraki also wouldn’t be helping a hero in training to help them become an unstoppable hero, no he would only do this if it benefited himself. Which she has slowly realized he’s been hinting at while asking about her quirk, trying to convert her to his side instead of taking her quirk from her. It was both flattering he sees the potential in her quirk along with just how useful it can be and also terrifying he could take it away in a blink of an eye.

Leia shifted from one foot to the other as he caught the unsureness in her voice, not looking at him for a few moments to try and collect her thoughts. While still listening to what he had to say about it. He was hitting each nail on the head with each statement. For a moment she wondered if he had a quirk to read her mind and or at least her emotions. But it wasn’t from his own experiences with it, instead from observing how the world treats people who don’t have the ideal quirk. How they categorize them into groups by how flashy, how powerful, how useful, and so on. Even worse for those without a quirk at all…

“Who doesn’t have some doubt? It’s only natural too… I think?” She furrowed her brows a bit in thought before looking back up at Shigaraki still standing a few feet away from her. Should she thank him for praising her quirk not long after hearing about what it can do for the very first time? He sounded very sincere when saying so, not a hint of him merely lying to get on her good side… or was he? 

“I want to do everything I can to become a great hero, to help those in need and if I need to work much harder at it to achieve it then that’s what I’ll do.” If she was being honest she mostly wanted to prove it to one person and one person only, her grandfather.

Leia couldn’t help but stare at him in disbelief and partly awe at him fighting for his life for over a month. Only getting three hours of sleep per day and still being able to function properly enough to continue battling. All to gain the trust of Gigamatchia and gain himself more power after proving himself worthy with his current power and by the sounds it was worth it to him in the end. It was impressive he did all of that, but also much more concerning as who knows the toll it took on him physically and mentally.

“Are… you saying you cannot die?” If she heard him correctly, surely it would still hurt being injured so badly and needing time to recover afterwards. Would this also make him immortal as well?

Slowly she squeezed her hands into fists, not angry with Shigaraki’s observation. Instead wondering if that was so wrong for someone to do. Lots of people have more than one reason to become a pro hero. Be it fame and fortune, to genuinely want to help everyone possible and be just like their favourite hero. Slowly Leia took in a deep breath before speaking once again, making sure to focus on him while she spoke.

“Is it so wrong to have multiple reasons why you want to achieve something? My main reason always has and always will be to help everyone that I can with my quirk and abilities. Along with being with my two childhood friends who I made a promise with when we were small kids to become pro heroes together.” She paused, clenching her fists a bit more tightly making her knuckles turn white in the process. “I won’t deny that over the years I added a third reason being to prove to others, or more specifically to my grandfather that I’m more than capable just like everyone else, even if that means I need to work much harder at it!” Why was she suddenly blurting this all out and getting more emotional than she realized she’d get? Her eyes started to fill with tears and were practically about to start running down her cheeks any second.

[slothgiirl]

the spy part 1(keith x reader)

8k. explicit content. while on medical leave reader meets the red paladin of voltron during the war against Zarkon.

The corridors are well lit. It’s like being in a brand new hospital, this ship in the rebel fleet. 

People hustle around, landing, taking off in smaller ships to distant planets. Your hand goes to your arm. The medic had given you a movement’s leave, so you were resting for now on this ever moving ship. 

Outside the widows, you spy an assortment of ships, each one’s origins clear from the design. So many planets, so many peoples banding together against Zarkon. You’d win the war. 

It was what you kept telling yourself. 

You would. 

It was just a matter of time.

You round the corner, stretching your arm across your chest, a simple form of physical therapy in deep space. You hadn’t seen earth since being deployed. The galaxy garrison seemed like a dream from another life. You had been on track for the chemistry department, long term missions to mars to analyze soil and dust, not this, not a war. You take a breath. 

And spot the Red Paladin. 

He’s one of the most recognizable people in the universe, and his grungy hair and distinctive outfit does him no favors. You’d never seen him before, not in the flesh. Sure. Voltron had saved your ass a handful of times. You wouldn’t have survived the assault on Arrakis if Voltron hadn’t rammed the shield. Trapped. Piloting a fighter craft that was closer to a mosquito irritating the Galra then pushing them back.

But you hardly knew him.

He’s gripping the railing tightly, trying to camouflage into the wall as an alien with crystalline blue skin and hair like saturated indigo leans into him. 

The line of his shoulders is taut, brittle. 

You don’t even think. 

“There you are,” you force yourself to be synthetically cheerful as you smile easily at the paladin, who you realize quickly you don’t know his name but you know what he is and that must be an awful feeling, being so recognizable without being known. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” you lied, elbowing the blue alien out of the way. You could never tell much from a single glance at themis species despite their largely humanoid appearance. 

You put your hand on his arm loosely, “come on, we’re late enough and you know how annoyed the others get.” Good, that seemed convincing enough. 

The red paladin’s eyes go wide, his mouth a grimace and it’s then that you notice the feverish flush to his skin. 

But he doesn’t pull away or argue. 

You ignore the alien and decide small talk was the way to go until you put some distance, “I’m kind of hurt you didn’t come visit me while I was healing,” you stick close to the truth, “but since it only took an hour? a varga? for me to heal I won’t hold it against you.” He’s too warm.

Maybe the space flu?

Was that even a thing?

You weren't sure. 

Mostly, you snuck into work camps and blew up strategic targets using whatever you could get your hands on to make a bomb. The chemistry came in handy. 

He sways as he walks, looking like your roommate at the garrison after a few too many hits after an exam. “Do I know you?”

You flush, embarrassed. “Sorry, I just,” you look back, but the alien’s been left a couple turns back, “you looked uncomfortable.” You take a step back, letting go of him. “Are you okay?” 

His expression furrows, mouth a pinched line as he goes from suspicious to annoyed, takes a u-turn back to suspicious as he studies you, before relaxing. “Yeah. yeah. . .who are you?”

You introduce yourself, taking on the meaningless garrison designation at the end, “technically second year member, though I’ve been with the runners mostly.” No designation more than a number. 

“You do look human,” he replies simply, moving to get a look at your ears, “not many of those out here.”

“And yet somehow the sentries always look the other way,” you muse, “not very bright. I’m almost convinced the Empire’s in it’s failing bureaucracy days.” 

He winces, before deadpanning, “eh, I don’t know how useful a lion is against the DMV.” 

You laugh. 

He takes slow deliberate breaths, steadying himself, “I’m Keith.”

“Seriously though, do you need to see a medic?” He looked in serious need of a tylenol. The ships were usually crisp, you wore a jacket most of the time to stave off the permanent chill. 

Keith shakes his head, chewing his lip before meeting your gaze with an intense concentration in his violet eyes, as if he was gauging how much titrant he could add before hitting the endpoint and if half a drop was worth the risk. “I’m just. . .going through something.”

“Anyone I can call for you?” You weren't about to abandon him here. Sure, he was a paladin and could probably look after himself. But you couldn’t in good conscience walk away. 

He swallows, looking down for a moment and you are startled to find how much you miss his attention boring into you with the loveliest eyes you’d ever seen. 

“No,” Keith replies mulishly as he jerks away from you. “I’m fine.”

Which was a total lie. It was obvious he wasn’t feeling well but you weren’t about to get on his case. You were sure he had people for that. He wasn’t some random soldier in arms with you that you watched out for and hoped not to have to watch die. 

You swallow the bitter thought away, crossing your arms over your chest.

Leaning back against the hall, you watch evenly as Keith stumbles, catching himself on the wall. His mouth is a drawn line of determination. 

You didn’t understand why. 

There was aid here. It wasn’t the same as crawling through cramped mining tunnels and swallowing back pain forcing yourself to work through it until the mission was accomplished. 

“Do you need help,” you ask.

“No.” He leans a hand against the wall.

You raise a brow, wondering if he would pass out for whatever weird space flu he had clearly caught and you could only hope it was nothing like the infections that ran rampant in the work camps, or if he would give in and accept your offer of help. The former seemed more likely. 

You don’t ditch him though, focusing your attention on the porthole to the stars. 

There was no rush: no reason to help him by force. People didn’t learn if you babied them you’d caught on quick back on earth during your tutoring hours. You had to let them fall and smash their face in sometimes. 

So you stay, watching the stars.

Keith makes no move to take another step. 

It still got you, looking out into the vastness of space and realizing this really was your life now, you were out here, further than you’d ever dreamed. Everywhere you looked, novel stars, distant planets teaming with life. You could have done without the war, but it was what it was. 

“And here I thought Mars would be the furthest I’d go,” you comment more to yourself than Keith. 

The red paladin makes a small sound of acknowledgement. 

“Earth’s, or was, at the beginning of our space age. People had barely begun to live on the research bases on Mars,” you watch him out of the corner of your eye in case he really does pass out, “so no Star Trek for me but now I’m here.” 

“There’s a war going on.”

You turn over to look at him, sort of annoyed because yeah you got that, spent enough time in the trenches without a fancy lion spaceship, but the bubbling annoyance dissipates when you see the upturned corners of his mouth. Keith was teasing you. 

Shifting your weight, you add, “yeah well, instead of being a footnote in a Mars base’s history I’ll be a footnote in this war instead.” Gallows humor. You needed a lot of that when regularly infiltrating camps and posing as a slave, as a prisoner, the bottom of the barrel that wouldn’t get a second glance from the Galra soldiers. 

He frowns. “I don't think anyone’s just a footnote.”

“I was joking.”

“Oh.” Keith looks away.

You feel bad. “It’s probably better not to be so cynical,” you muse, “but it’s like the vice president thing, no one remembers them unless the president gets assassinated.” God you couldn’t help how dark your humor could veer even when trying to be positive. 

He looks over at you, head tilted, considering. Despite being standoffish, Keith was easy to read unlike the slick space pirates you’d encountered. 

You meet his gaze head on. 

“I might need some help,” he allows. 

You bite the inside of your cheek, fighting the smile that pulled at the corners of your mouth. “If you’re sure,” you utter, regarding him carefully and unable to keep the teasing from your voice. You shouldn’t. You barely knew him and what little you’d learned made it clear he wouldn’t take well to your teasing. 

War made quick brothers out of everyone. 

But Keith held himself afar.

A questioning glance danced in his uniquely violet eyes as he tried to get a read on you. “I am.” 

You nod, stepping besides him and wrapping an arm around his waist. You were always caught by surprise by how heavy a grown adult could be. And depending on the alien. . .

He takes a step, still holding himself afar from you, barely resting any weight on you. His muscles were stiff under your touch, back rigid that matched the uncomfortable look on his chiselled features. 

You follow his lead. 

At Keith’s sedate pace, it would take quite a while before you dropped him off where you needed to go. Being personable was part of being a leader or it’d lead to mutiny. Not that you had ever gotten that far. The Galaxy Garrison had slapped the graduation badge on your uniform and sent you into space. 

You scrabble for familiar territory, earth and the garrison. The Black Paladin was a Garrison member returned from the grave. Rumor had it all the paladins were garrison deserters. 

Veronica McCain did share a familiar resemblance with the blue paladin. It was probably true. 

“I attended the Garrison campus at Guiana,” you offer. “I was hoping for Texas or Florida to be closer to home, but I didn’t test into pilot or engineer.” 

Keith makes a sound in the back of his throat. 

Even through the fabric of his uniform, he felt warm. How anybody could be warm in such cold halls was anybody’s guess. A permanent chill had sunk its way into your bones. You missed the humid heat of Guiana. 

“It was nice though. The jungle was pretty close and it was always hot,” you tell him. “I thought I wouldn’t miss the humidity, step outside and it was like having just showered but I do. These ships have to be at 15 C.” 

“Texas is hot too.” Keith utters quietly. 

“Isn’t the desert cold at night though,” you ask, already knowing the answer. It had been basic earth science. 

“Yeah. It is.” There’s longing in his voice. You wish he’d say more just to hear him speak. 

Warmth spreads, an embarrassing tell, through your cheeks. 

“I did miss the snow while there,” you continue, “it didn’t snow much up in Vancouver but it was never as hot as Guiana, and the rain was warm!” You had never gotten over that. The rain would spot and start throughout the day but the sun would keep on shining. 

“What were you,” Keith asks bluntly.

“Chemisist, more the physical and inorganic type,” you admit, “it was fun doing wet labs.” That had gotten you hooked back in regular school. “Then got shunted to command track after a few too many volunteering opportunities. Guess the lesson there’s to not try too hard.”

That gets a laugh out of him. 

“You,” you ask him as he shifts more of his weight onto you, finally accepting the help he asked for. Stubborn guy. 

“Pilot.”

You look over at him, his wild hair brushing against your cheek and the simple action shouldn’t excite you but it does. He was hot with sharp features offset by a certain enthralling earnestness but he could run a comb through his hair.

Keith didn’t seem the pilot type: arrogant, loud, generally strong personalities. 

“You any good,” you ask though you’ve heard about Voltron so he has to be pretty fucking good to be part of them. How did Voltron choose its pilots?

He smirks easily, close to a smile at the mere mention of piloting and you knew that moment he loved it: didn’t matter if he was good at it or not. You swallow hard as anticipation buzzes under your skin for no good reason. 

Get your head out of the gutter, you tell yourself. 

“I’m a pretty good pilot,” Keith answers, somehow managing to sound like he’s stating a fact instead of bragging. 

“Just pretty good?” You smile at him, letting him know you were only joking around as you both round another corner, finally making it to the transient quarters. People were always dropping in and out of mobile spaceports like these. 

He snorts. “Better than most.” Keith shrugs, smiling over at you. 

“Don’t be modest on my account,” you utter, looking away, not sure what to do about the growing heat in your body that had nothing to do with temperature controls. 

“It’s true,” he says simply. 

Honesty was a hard thing to come by. You were finding more and more reasons to like the red paladin as you reach his current room. No special treatment here. 

Or maybe it was politics and optics, making sure everyone knew Voltron was of the people and not aiming to replace Zarkon as rulers of the universe. 

Keith places a hand against the door, putting space between you both.

You swallow, glancing away, feeling some of the tension ease. 

“You sure you don’t want me to send a medic,” you ask him, looking over at his striking eyes. The heat under your skin is a live wire: you curl your toes in your shoes. People usually didn’t affect you this much. Even the smell of him was so distinct, drawing you in. 

It was an unprecedented reaction. 

He must feel it too. 

Keith studies you with an enraptured fascination shining in his wide eyes, mouth parted on the verge of answering. Both your bodies sway towards each other like branches in the wind: sunflowers orienting towards the sun. 

You shift your weight from one foot to another. 

It relieves enough tension for you to shift away. 

“No. No medic,” Keith finally answers. 

“Right then.” But you don’t make a move to leave. 

He says nothing. 

The silence is broken by the hum of the ship's engines under your feet. People move about and you can hear their footsteps echoing on the metal floors. 

Supposedly quintessence powered ships smelled like ozone. 

This one was powered by crystals and some Olkari engine. You wouldn't know the specifics, they were beyond you. And not your job. 

You look back at him, ready to leave. The space between you could so easily tilt to awkward and you weren’t sure what you were doing or why you found yourself so entranced by Keith. You barely knew him. You didn’t want to be one of the soldiers with a photograph in your pocket and a farflung hope that you’d-

He’s looking at you, cautious, movements slow and deliberate as if he’s caught between thinking and simply doing. 

Then Keith’s demeanour becomes determined: deciding to take the leap without looking down. He cups your cheeks in his hands and kisses you.

For a second you’re baffled, trying to figure out how you got to point B when this wasn’t a bar and you had no agenda, before you shrug and kiss him back. Keith was undeniably attractive. He was even a bit taller than you which was compelling, you were on the tall side for a girl. 

It’s not some unsolvable thought experiment, you kiss him back.

And a current of static electricity runs through your core. Heat pools after only just a kiss that steals your breath away. 

You can’t get enough, his hands warm against your skin, igniting a delicious sensation in your very core. You want more. You kiss him harder, your mouth against his, sucking on his bottom lip. 

Your hands clutch at the fabric of his shift.

Keith kisses you back, matching your frenzied energy, his mouth parting against yours and pulling you flush against his chest. 

It does nothing to dissolve the tension, the charged energy between you spikes. Like a fire fed by wood it grew. 

It was a heady feeling, his hands caressing your cheeks as Keith kissed you with a vigor you thought only existed in soapy dramas. Heat pools in your belly like a sinking stone: you liked his intensity. 

Keith pulls away, catching his breath, resting his forehead against yours. 

Some of the muddled list clears from your head, now completely in the gutter as you press Keith against the door to his room. 

Oh. . .were you really doing this?

Keith looks a fuckable mess, his eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes. Still, he hesitates. 

You can feel the question linger in the air, can feel it in the featherlight touch of his hands ghosting over your cheeks as he makes to pull away, to let you go if you want to turn back now. But you don’t.

You want to run your hands through his hair. You’re practically burning up wondering how Keith would look splayed on the bed between your thighs. . .how he would feel. 

Would he be just as intense in bed as he fucked you? 

“You feel it too,” he asks quietly.

You furrow your brows, thrown. There were a lot of intense emotions coursing through you all narrowed down to feeling horny as a teenager back on earth. Masturbation only went so far. 

You swallow, trying to rack your brain cells together and say something. Yeah. It was a bit. . .much. Space much. But that didn’t make any sense. You hadn’t taken any drinks from strangers. 

The connection was too strong to discount the possibility of space weirdness affecting both of you. 

“Yeah,” you reply, sounding more whiny than you’d like to. The apex of your thighs throbbed with want. Anticipation had built up and he was right there; Keith

s breath fanned over you, his forehead against yours like a touchpoint. 

Your fingers were still curled into the fabric of his shirt. 

In the hall. 

Where anyone could see. 

“So what now,” you ask, “medic?”

Keith snorts, “No. I just-do you want to come inside?”

You smirk. Everyone knew what that meant. There were so many variations with the same outcome. 

“Yeah. Okay.” You put a pin in any alien space nonsense and slip inside Keith’s assigned quarters for however long Voltron was here for.

The lights are off. You don’t bother to study the room when Keith crushes his mouth against yours. You stumble around in the dark, feeling emboldened now that he’d voiced an invitation, he wanted this as much as you did, and run your hands up his chest. He was lean and lithe. Keith leans into your touch, a shiver running down his spine when you run your fingers through his hair and run your tongue over his bottom lip. 

Keith moans, the sound scratchy from the back of his throat excites you. 

It was thrilling to know you could elicit such a response from someone. You liked feeling hot and sexy. And from a guy like Keith who you were vibing with. . .

He finds the jagged hem of your cut tank top, which had doubled as a bandage, and slides his hands under your shirt. His fingers are calloused, skin hot against yours and there was always something so carnal about skin on skin touch. Keith clutches at your sides and leads you backwards. 

You trust that he knows the layout.

Your mind has boiled down to simple desires. 

“Keith,” you mumble against his mouth as he guides your hips against his and you feel his cock beneath the fabric. It goes straight to your ego: straight to your pussy. 

More heat. It’s unbearable how much your body throbs and you moan against him, against his lips, your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling.

“Mhm,” he asks, just as overcome with lust as you were. Keith tilts his head up, and you kiss his jaw, kiss the side of his throat, nipping at the flesh and enjoying the breathy moans he makes as your knees hit the bed. 

You want more. 

You move your hands to his shoulders, “let's get this off,” you utter softly, pushing at his jacket. 

“Okay,” he replies, crowding you against his bed until you have no choice but to sit down. Keith discards his jacket, and pulls his shirt over his head. 

Your breath hitches in your throat. It’s dark. You can’t see him well. You still react like a charged electron. 

“Now you,” Keith states simply, not exactly a command. It was nice, the lack of mind games and subterfuge. 

You scoot up further on the bed, shrugging your bomber jacket off. 

He’s watching. 

Awkwardness creeps up on you. There was no sexy way to take off a sports bra. 

You pull your shirt over your head, tossing it aside carelessly. Then you peel off your sports bra. The elastic worked too well. 

Keith’s sitting up on his knees.

“You’re beautiful,” he states.

“Come here,” you utter, inviting him closer. 

He complies readily, cupping your cheek and kissing your mouth eagerly, closer to a lover than a random encounter. 

You grab his other hand, guiding him up to your chest, to your breast. Keith runs his thumb over your nipple, gooseflesh rises on your skin. He trails bruising kisses down your throat. 

Your breath catches in your throat. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him flush against you, savoring the feel of his chest against yours. 

“Fuck,” you groan as Keith bites down hard at the crook of your neck, harder than you’d expected. 

He stills. “I’m-I,” making to pull away.

“No,” you reach for him, tilting his head up as you move to straddle his waist, “it’s okay. I just didn’t expect it.”

“I won’t do it again,” he stammers out. 

“I didn't say I didn't like it.” You push him down against the bed, topping him. “Just warn a girl.”

Keith wraps his hands around your hips, tugging at the waistband of your trousers. “These are kind of in the way.”

Laughing, you reply, “could say the same to you.” Your hands pop the button of his jeans. 

It’s a fumble to pull your trousers down. Neither of you care, eager to get on with it. He shoves his jeans down his legs along with his boxers. 

You straddle Keith, completely naked and lean down to capture his lips against yours. His cock twitches against your thigh and your toes curl up. His tongue runs over your top lip, you part your mouth, letting him in. 

You cup his cheeks between your hands, your hips rolling against his. 

He thrusts feverishly against you. His fingers dig into your bare hips, skin against skin. 

“Come here,” Keith utters hoarsely, “I wanna fuck you.” 

“Think I’d rather ride you,” you reply back breathlessly.

“You can do that after,” he whines, a rumble emanating from his chest but your head is too fucked up to make sense of it. 

You sit up, hands on his chest. “That’s presumptuous of you.” 

Keith grins, wrapping his hands around your wrists, and rolls you over so he’s on top. “Is it,” he asks rhetorically as his hand reaches between your thighs, ghosting over the wetness of your pussy, “when you’re this wet?”

You moan, canting your hips, cashing the feel of his hand, wanting relief. It was a mounting pressure in your belly, a forest fire under your skin and you needed Keith. “Okay. yeah,” you nod, closing your eyes when Keith bent his head and licked a stripe from your nipple to your collarbone. You whimper, lost in the sensation. 

“Tell me what you want,” Keith asks. 

“Fuck me. Please fuck me,” you utter, you hands clutchinf at his shoulders, bringing him flush agaisnt you. 

Keith aquieses. 

You bend your knees, spreading your legs as he positions his cock. 

“Oh fuck,” Keith mutters as he pushes into you. 

Fuck indeed. You moan his name without thought, closing your eyes and laying your head back against the bed. His cock fills you up, sliding into your pussy with ease given how turned on you were. 

Your fingers dig into his shoulders as he stretches you out. 

“God, yes,” you utter dazed. 

Keith moves his hips. You roll your hips up to meet him. He nips at your collarbone as he thrusts into you with favour. 

As promised he fucks you.

Keith captures your mouth in a kiss that catches the moans you make as he reaches between you and runs his thumb over your clit. His pace, the way he was kissing you madly. . .the heat that had been building since you’d met him comes crashing down. 

You come. 

Leaving you boneless. 

“Keith,” you whimper.

“Sh,” he tells you, kissing the shell of your ear, “let me make you feel good.”

“You..sort of already did,” you utter completely fucked out. 

“Turn over.” Keith says even as he’s already helping you move, his arms supporting your weight. He presses his lips on the back of your neck, as he grabs a pillow and sets it under you. 

You bring up your knees, laying on your legs, “thought I was going to go next,” you tease, reaching up to card your fingers through his hair. 

He stills, “if you. . .”

“No. No,” you shrug, “I did ask you to fuck me.”

Keith runs his hands over your shoulders, sliding down your sides. He squeezes your ass with his hands. 

“Best two out of three,” you offer, half joking half serious because while you were still blissed out from having just orgasmed, you could already feel your pussy clench with anticipation. Seriously, the effect he had on you-

You can feel his smile against your skin, “If you think you can handle it.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” you reply, arching your back into him, titling your head back, and pulling his hair so you could kiss him. It was sloppy, and the angle was awkward, but none of it mattered when Keith stroked your pussy with his fingers, dipping into your wet folds. 

Already stimulated, you shudder with pleasure. 

Your tongue strokes his in an open mouthed kiss. He tastes as good as he smells, Keith filling up your senses like an incense stick wafting through a room. 

He wraps an arm around your chest, his hand caressing your breast, pulling you against his chest, both of you melding together. Keith thrusts his cock into you again. 

You squeeze your eyes shut, hand fisting the sheets of his bed, moaning into his mouth. 

It was a combination of his cock in you, his thumb rolling your nipple in his hand, that set you aflame. 

You couldn’t get enough, your hips jerking back, up to meet his. Keith fucks you against the bed. 

He palms your breast in his hand, pulling you up to him, keeping you close as he plants a kiss at the juncture of your ear and jaw, on the side of your neck whilst nipping the skin and you moan, his cock hitting just the right spot as he slams into you. 

First he grows comfortable, pulling almost entirely out before thrusting hard as he finds a pace that leaves you both a mess. 

“Right there, right there,” you utter. 

“Tell me how good I make you feel.”

He punctuates his words with a roll of his hips, his fingers draw a circle around your clit without giving you the satisfaction you desperately seek, already building up to another climax. 

You nod jerkily. “So fucking good Keith. Your cock feels so fucking good,” you manage to reply.

He speeds up, faster, deeper, at your words. The bedframe, bolted down into the floor, creaks. 

“Just like that.” You moan wantonly. “Right there.”

He responds to your words, pulling out to the head of his cock, teasing your entrance just so before slamming back in.

You shut your eyes and whimper, over sensitive to your very marrow. It was too much. Keith was trailing kisses down your spine, his breath warm, his cock twitching inside your filling every inch of your pussy up. 

With a shudder, you come, stars behind your eyelids and short circuiting. You never knew sex could be this amazing. Not in real life. 

You got what people meant about the right partner. 

The right sexual energy to match. 

You collapse, a puppet with its strings cut. Keith’s hand across your chest is the only thing keeping you from melding into the mattress like a blob. His hips thrust against your ass mindlessly, chasing his own climax.

With another couple of thrusts, his hips snapping against you, Keith moans your name and comes undone behind you. 

He comes inside you, hot and sticky.

His hand grasps the back of your neck, holding you in place as he comes inside you. It’s unexpectedly hot. You didn’t know you could like this in bed. 

You didn’t know how much you liked an obstinate expression with wide eyes until you met Keith. He had the type of soulful eyes you could drown in. 

He had drawn out something in you that you hadn’t even been aware of. 

Your thoughts center on him as he finishes inside you. 

“You take my dick so good,” he says with a surprising amount of softness for what amounts to a one night stand and a pang strikes your chest, wishing you had met him under better circumstances where there might be-

Keith gets off you, slumping next to you on the bed. 

There’s a thrum of satisfaction running through you as you look at his face in profile. The insane idea that you might just stay and cuddle plants itself. 

That was impossible.

It was time to cut and run.

Sure, he’d fucked you. But he was also still half a stranger. No matter how jumbled your thoughts were, you refused to give into the pull he had on you. 

You wanted to lay there with him. 

Keith blinks slowly, looking as blissed out as you feel, reaching out a hand towards you, but stopping himself halfway. 

You feel a little disappointed, but say nothing. It was just a one off thing you remind yourself, no matter how you felt. 

Now that you can think a little more clearly, though the sensation remains like a lump in your throat that starts there no matter how much you swallow, you glance around the dark room. Only the barest red lights on the floor illuminate enough to cast shadows. 

Keith’s own eyes reflect the light like a cat. Just a glimmer of traffic sign yellow. 

But you’re too tired to think, so you file it away in your head under the nebulous details you’ve learned about the red paladin.  

You blink, grimancing as Keith’s come runs down your thigh onto the sheets. At least they weren’t yours. 

He closes his eyes. 

“I’d say sorry about the mess,” you break the easy silence lulling you into staying there, “but it's your fault,” you tease way too familiarly. 

Keith sounds embarrassed when he utters, “sorry about that. I can get carried away.”

You smile softly, tracing over his shadowed form with your eyes but resisting the urge to reach out. That part was over. “It was good.”

“You did mention.” 

So he could joke. 

You giggle in the darkness that envelopes the room. You were good at being friendly and taking charge but you understood the hesitancy to open up to people you just met. 

Keith’s chest makes a rumbling sound akin to a cheetah purring. 

You try and hold onto the thought, sure it means something, but the sound draws you in and you lose the battle against yourself, curling up into his side. 

He takes this as the permission it is, and tangles his limbs with yours. 

A thrum of warmth surges where Keith’s skin touches you and you’re not sure if its his running warm or if it's all in your head or-

your eyes drift closed. 

He’s purring.

You know Keith would be embarrassed if you pointed it out. 

So you say nothing. 

Everything seemed so intangible anyhow. The world had been turned down a notch. The post orgasm glow remained unrivalled. 

Even a hit from a bong didn’t measure up. 

Your first time had been a real embarrassment (you hadn’t managed to get the boy’s cock in you), this was just a weird quirk of his, and it was soothing. 

You close your eyes. 

Keith’s breathing is deep and steady, you wonder if he’s fallen asleep, but don’t feel pressured to check. 

It was nice, not scurrying off, not being more than a little drunk. War was exhausting. Earth had only been in it for less than three years. No wonder some aliens were in such shit moods. 

You exhale. 

There’s no way to mark the passage of time. 

The bed shifts under you. Keith runs the back of his hand gently over your shoulder.

Your eyes flutter open.

“So would this be round two or three,” you ask lightly.

Keith smiles lightly, “you did say…”

“I did,” you laugh easily, blushing, the flush creeping from your cheeks to the tips of your ears. 

You swing a leg over his waist, straddling him, but not without feeling the start of a soreness in your legs. It doesn’t deter you. 

Keith lays back, watching you through his lashes as you sit up. He looks lovely. 

You lean down and kiss his mouth, reaching for his cock with your hands. He was already half hard when you wrap your hand around his shaft. 

His breath hitches in his throat as you move your hand. It’s been a moment since you’d jerk anyone, but it’s not rocket science. You press kisses down his throat, moving your hand firmly up and down his length until he’s completely hard. You nip at his collarbone, marking him the way he’d left bruising kiss all over you. 

His cock twitches in your hand, Keith’s hips thrusting up into you. 

Anticipation builds in your belly, but you want to set the pace, stay in charge. So you still your movements.

Keith whines under you, his hands holding your waist.

“Be a good boy for me,” you tell him. “Can you do that?”

“Mm.”

“Use your words.”

“Yeah,” he manages hoarsely, “I can be good.”

You smile, lining him up against your entrance. You shift your hips, teasing his cock against your wet folds, closing your eyes as you moan at the feeling. 

Keith thrusts up, trying to get more friction.

You still wanting to drag it out. Though your thighs ached and your pussy throbbed and you wondering if you should just-

You rub his cockhead against your pussy, “oooOH,” you moan. Your nails scratch his chest lightly, trying to steady yourself. Your heart raced, back arching down to him.

“Come here,” Keith groans, his fingers trailing up, asking for more, his hand on the small of your back. 

You give in, sinking down onto his cock. 

He moans your name, shutting his eyes. 

It’s pornographic, the way Keith rises up to meet you, hips bucking against yours, the expanse of his pale throat. 

You roll your hips slowly, fucking yourself on his cock. At this angle, the way he filled you- 

“Fuck,” Keith moans, “you feel so good.”

“I could say the same,” you reply, sliding against his hips, picking up speed. You hold yourself up, hand on his chest.

You suck in a breath as his cock thrusts into you. Static filled your head as you chased your pleasure, grinding against him. You tilt your head back, moaning his name, everything but Keith becoming background noise. 

He palms your breast.

Your breath hitches when he rolls your nipple between his thumb and finger.

“Ah,” you sigh. 

Your stomach was taunt. 

He doesn’t go further. You sort of wish he would. You trusted Keith not to hurt you. . .too badly. 

The idea excites you, as he wraps his hand around your throat. 

You match him, curling your fingers in his hair and pulling hard, “look at me,” you try and order but your voice is a whine. You’re too hot and heavy to think. 

His cock twitches inside you, filling you up and fuck it felt good to be streched out. 

Keith’s thumb strokes the side of your throat, his grip firm. “Do you like this,” he asks, his gaze heavy on you. He was entirely concentrated on you. It was like being worshipped. 

It sent a wave of pleasure coursing through your veins. 

“I wouldn’t mind if you got rougher,” you admit, finding it easy to trust him.

He looks away. 

You falter. Had you read things wrong? 

Keith bucks his hips up against you and you let the thought go, sinking onto his cock and groaning, “Keith…” 

It was easy to let go when it felt this good. His hand around your throat, fingers digging into your hips, you were sure there’d be bruises tomorrow. Not that anyone would be able to tell from over your uniform. 

A shudder runs down your spine, you squirm on his cock mindlessly, thinking about bruises in the shape of his hands, about the marks on your neck you could already feel blooming on your skin. Heat surges in your chest, something primal as your thoughts linger there. 

You nails run down his chest, leaving shallow scratches as you try and get a better hold, desperately grinding against Keith, down on the bed, his cock ramming into you. “Fuck,” you think, “fuck. . .Keith. . .”

You can’t stand it. 

The pressure in your stomach, the heat scorching your pussy, the sound of Keith’s whines and moans, your name tumbling out of his mouth like a hymn that raised your heart beat, blood pounding in your ears. 

Keith squeezes your neck, your throat bobs under his fingers and fuck-

You come. 

Your legs tremble, unable to support you any longer as you collapse, a quivering mess on Keith. His hands move down to grip your thighs, pulling you down flush against him, down to the hilt of his cock as he comes, moaning erotically. 

The thread of heat doesn’t dissipate entirely as you rest on his chest, boneless and sticky with sweat, but it relaxes and you breath the scent of him in instead of pulling away entirely. 

Keith strokes a hand down your spine, an afterthought, “that was. . .” 

“Yeah.” You’re exhausted. 

You close your eyes, listening to the inhuman rumble of Keith’s chest as it rises and falls with every breath you take. 

You end up slipping out. The halls are in the light cycle, but no one bothers you as you walk. 

Getting up the next morning is hell. 

Your legs are sore, and that’s not even mentioning how much your pussy hurts when you take a step. You take a dose of painkillers still remaining from your injury and check your messages. 

Nothing from earth. 

That was expected. 

The meager universal communications were taken up by the war effort. You still sent your family messages, even if it was just one way. It was a way to keep in touch. It felt like watching starlight and knowing it was millions of years old, a form of time travel. 

You shower. 

Keith’s come was a mess on the inside of your thighs and the thought is not as gross as it should be, your skin warming up, zapped by static. You run your fingers over your clit and fuck yourself in the shower thinking of the red paladin and his come.

You get out, brushing your hair out, not looking in the mirror at the purple hickies spread out like a constellation on your chest, and realize how weird you were being. 

Come was gross. 

You hated swallowing so you never did. The tentative relationships at the garrison had been short, you had all been teenagers, and now anything that happened was a one off thing sometimes involving aliens. 

You swallow, gripping the counter of your sink. You were horny again. 

No. 

Not going there. 

No space weirdness this morning. 

Because you’re on leave for the space equivalent of 6 or 5 days, you don’t have much to do. You get food. It had taken getting used to, and figuring out which brightly colored pastel goo thing was good, but there was a variety. You still had no clue what was plants or animals up in space. 

The more liberated planets, the more supplies trickled in. Pirates loved to take a cut. 

You eat as soldiers stop by to refuel, fill up on supplies. Despite the stress, you missed being out on the front. Being out of the action sucked. 

Sitting around on a spaceship was boring. 

It wasn’t like they had shops or movie theaters. Walking around too much ended up with you being in the way. 

You clench your jaw, feeling feverish. 

And you had just been getting better. . .

You shove the thought away. 

You end up watching space TV: reality TV shows like Galra Ninja Warrior and nature docu series on plants, some you’ve been on, before finally sliding your hand under the waistband of your trousers and rubbing your clit. 

It takes the edge off, but the heat’s still there, pressed up in the pit of your stomach, cheeks flushes and you sigh, unsatisfied as you click to something other than the marine biomes of Kmeolsuahr. For aliens larger than a schoolbus, they were peaceful creatures. Since they were filter feeders, agriculture had never developed a hold on their planet, but water generators were plentiful. 

Yet another show starring Galra. It was the most common type of show in the Empire. Hijacking communications had given this traveling spaceship TV. You were glad for it now. 

You curl up, the communicator snug around your wrist translating everything instantaneously. It was the part in the soap where there has to be a duel for honor. What a load of crap. 

The two Galra circle each other, close ups of their face like a mexican stand-off. Through TV you got to know the Glara in the empire as more than just soldiers. Spending time in the camps taught you that even Galra citizens could be arrested for treasonous statements against Zarkon. 

They make growling alien sounds, something between a jaguar and a sound not found on earth, an underlying clicking that raises the hairs on the back of your neck. 

You connect the dots. 

The glowing eyes, the purrs and rumbles, and whatever weird alien thing was going on: the red paladin was part Galra. 

Only that made no sense. 

He was from Earth. 

First contact had been what, when the paladins had disappeared? When the Kerberos mission had been abducted, and boy had that made fringe conspiracy theorists happy. . .how could he be part Galra? 

Was it even your problem?

Surely this would go away. . .

You were leaving in a little over five days. 

You curl up and watch TV until you fall asleep, determined to enjoy the rest while it lasted and your weren’t trudging through waist deep mud. 

“Read through the debrief,” a commander with a nebulous rank above you asks. In your line of work, so much was redacted. Information gathering was a fancy way of saying spy. It was why you worked so closely with the rebels. 

You don’t even blink at the slight pale easter egg yellow alien, ears that resembled hair, long and droopy like a rabbit: there were four of them. You’d met stranger. “Yeah. Long mission.”

You were not looking forward to being on a planet with an inhospitable surface. A sun close enough that set the surface on fire with it’s rays, no thanks. 

Still, it was your assignment. 

“It is vital.”

They always said that. 

It seemed to be extracting some key players. Who they were remained unknown until you had to know. It was a lot of flying blind to keep information from leaking to the wrong ears. Loose lips sink ships and all that jazz. 

“I’ll treat it that way,” you nod, pressing your tongue to the roof of your mouth. It would be fun flying a hijacked Galra fighter ship. The planet was pretty deep in Empire controlled space. 

“And,” the alien looks you up and down like a Garrison RA finding a stain on your uniform during morning inspection, “get rid of that scent.”

“What,” you ask plainly, “scent.”

The alien raises a hairless muscle over its eye. The gesture is human enough. “Voltron has docked here.” 

It was subterfuge. Both of you were in the same line of work, you could do this dance in your sleep. “As far as I know, yes.” You are careful to keep your expression neutral, feeling stupid for not having used negating get. It wasn’t even rationed, but used pretty widely. There were many aliens who relied primarily on scent, and those whose sense of smell was far sharper than yours. 

“Mm.”

You hold their gaze. 

You weren’t one to waver.

“Any further questions?”

“None.”

“Good.”

You walk blithely back to your room, intending to shower, again, and probably take care of the warmth in your gut. The heat was like an uncomfortable itch under your skin that stubbornly remained no matter how much you ignored it. 

How was it even possible that Keith was any part alien let alone Galra? You were pretty sure the entire planet would have known if the Galra arrived on the planet. 

It was intriguing. 

Your mind drew up the details you knew, trying to make them fit. It was half mental exercise, half the urge to actually get to the bottom of this. Keith didn’t look half Glara like Prince Lotor and his gang of misfits. . .quarter, one sixteenth. . .

Occam's Razor. 

The mystery occupied your mind as you made it back to your quarters. 

Keith is pacing outside your door. 

How did he even know where your quarters were?

“Did you sniff your way here,” you ask, genuinely curious. Maybe the traits might not be apparent. . .just how Galra was the red paladin. You were reminded again how little you actually knew him. 

Understanding fills his eyes; he knew you knew. Keith looks over at you for a second before ducking his head dejectedly, a straw dog expecting to be run off. 

Your heart ached. 

How a paladin of Voltron could be so self conscious despite going toe to toe with the Empire on a daily basis. . .you didn’t know. They were only flesh and blood after all. 

You take pity on him, “so is this going to be a thing,” the corners of your mouth lift into a small smile. You were still a little sore. You wouldn’t mind going another few rounds. . .

But you needed to clear some things up first. 

Just how much of this between you was space Galra funkiness? 

Keith snorts, looking up, meeting your searching gaze. His shoulders were still tense, unsure that you weren’t about to tell him to shove off. Not the loner type entirely by choice then, his innate awkwardness must have made it hard to connect. 

It wasn’t a problem you’d ever had, rushing into everything headfirst, taking charge. 

“Not like there’s a lot of humans to choose from up here,” he says self-deprecatingly. 

You bite the inside of your cheek. “I’m down for some alien funkiness,” you answer evenly, taking a step towards him. He inhales sharply, looking away again, this time in thought. 

The lines of his face increase, clearly uncomfortable, frowning. 

“I can’t usually,” Keith admits in a tense voice, “smell this well. . .though I can smell better than Shiro.”

“Shiro?”

“The black paladin,” he explains, surprised he has to explain at all. 

You answer his unvoiced question, “everyone tends to focus on the color of the lion rather than the pilot inside.”

“Oh. That’s dumb.” He looks a little relieved at the anonymity that grants. 

“Is it just me then,” you ask, getting to the bottom of things. 

He nods, meeting your gaze. “I don’t know why but I can’t stop thinking of fucking you,” he says without ceremony. 

You find yourself blushing. The connection went both ways, the very alien connection. “Don’t hate me but I think we should go to the medic.” 

Keith frowns. “Or we could just fuck.”

“That horny,” you tease, raising a brow, “or was I just that good?”

Keith cusps a hand against your cheek, his thumb running over your lips. 

Your mouth parts, the tip of your tongue grazing his thumb. 

“So you don’t want to fuck,” Keith asks, a playful smirk on his lips. 

You swallow, the urge to say yes right there as his touch on you entranced you, sending desire cascading through your body down to your toes. “This isn’t just alien weirdness is it?” You wanted it to be more. 

“No,” he shakes his head, his breath mingling with yours. “That’s-I’m not that impulsive.”

“Good,” you mutter, pressing your body against his, and opening the door to your room.

[toweroftickles]

Do you think that you can write some t word headcannons for the Guardians of Childhood series? It's my favorite book series...

First of all, I would like to sincerely apologize for the long wait. I completely forgot about this ask and have been consumed by a lot of other work for quite a while. Hope you like these!

Tickle Headcanons - Rise of the Guardians/Guardians of Childhood

Jack Frost/Nightlight

Most Ticklish Spots: Feet, Sides

Jack is a prankster through and through who delights in irritating the easily-annoyed. He is the textbook definition of a tickler.

Has been known to freeze his pranking victims in icy cubes and tickle their exposed feet while they can’t move away.

Tickling doesn't bother him unless it's too intense, but he doesn't like it much either. Has a loud, cackling laugh.

In his previous life as Nightlight, shyer and sweeter and of few words, Jack only wanted Katherine’s happiness above all else. If she was ever sad, he reached out and tickled her until she smiled again. Now, as Jack, his habits haven’t changed, but his motives are more mischievous. ;)

The leaves, his friends to command, are a reflection of his heart and soul…they dance with his mood. They’ll point him in the right direction…encircle you like a cool hug…spy for him…carry secrets on the wind…lift you into the air and playfully tickle you while you watch the snow fall. Sometimes, when Jack is blue or dozing off too much, the leaves will perk him up by gently swirling around the boy’s feet until he laughs.

One of his preferred methods of flirting with Katherine is to take a dry autumn leaf and graze her cheek with it, slowly tracing along her chin and her neck until she giggles.

E. Aster Bunnymund

Most Ticklish Spots: Ribs, Toes, Lower Belly

He's always trying to maintain his tough-guy image...he's already sensitive enough about being a giant bunny...named "Bunny." Generally cool as a cucumber, there are very few things that can rattle him into anger...guess what one of them is.

Hates hates hates hates hates being tickled. In any way. (Seriously. You will die.)

If you scratch the right spot on his belly, right above his hip, (like a dog) he'll involuntarily kick his leg really fast. The only ones who know this weakness are Jack, Katherine and Tooth, and they all tease him about it if he gets on their nerves.

Always grunts, tightens his eyes, scrunches his nose, and fights to keep from smiling or laughing. He'll hold his breath and make puffing noises while the others try to make him crack.

Bunny will definitely beg you to stop once you get him laughing. But also threaten you. He'll do that a lot.

Toothiana

Most Ticklish Spots: Feet, Belly Button, Armpits

Tooth has a nurturing aura, full of desire to comfort anyone around her...anything to make her friends smile or sleep easier. Sweet, always excited, and loves tickling.

One of her favorite things about tickles is getting to watch other people's ear-to-ear grins when they laugh - the better to see their teeth.

In her youth, she loved being tickled by her parents, friends in the village, and the other Sisters of Flight. Was always a physical and affectionate girl, adoring playful touches.

Her palms and soles (along with her face) are her only spots where her pale skin isn't coated in feathers. As such, her feet are rarely protected or exposed to the elements, and are extremely sensitive. Touching her feet will make her zip around the room in a burst of hyper-speed energy, her delightfully bubbly giggle going nonstop.

Tooth's feathers are the softest and most snuggly in the whole universe. Their touch can draw laughter from almost anyone, including her.

Her tickles are light and fast, like the wings of a hummingbird, flitting around to all of your most ticklish spots with a gentle, electric, affectionate touch.

If you annoy Tooth, you may find yourself at the mercy of her swarm of Mini-Fairies, their delicate wing feathers and tiny swords tickling you all over.

- art by Guilia Toneatto

Katherine Shalazar

Most Ticklish Spots: Balls of Feet, Ribs, Armpits

Katherine is stoic by nature, but deeply compassionate, friendly, and always seeing the best in people.

Touchy. Often puts her arms around friends' shoulders. Snuggles up to Jack more and more often as time goes on. This occasionally backfires on her, as she's very ticklish.

She doesn't have any particular interest in being tickled and would never actively seek it out, but it always makes her feel happy, safe, and loved. Her heart flutters whenever Nightlight's/Jack's long fingers find her soft spots.

That one particular curl in Katherine's hair that hangs down in her face will seemingly twist around when she's being tickled, as if it's trying not to smile too much.

The Guardian of Storytelling has a soft, warm laugh that just radiates joy. Tooth has said, in private, that it reminds her of the light that once bloomed inside Jack.

Her playful side, somewhat picked up from Jack via osmosis, has occasionally inspired brief moments of tickly mischief from her. Katherine's tickles are always gentle, all about squeezing and poking. She instinctively starts by going after her friends' ribs.

Pitch Black

He's not ticklish. He lost ability to feel almost anything long ago. But that does not preclude the use of tickling against his victims.

Though many find it fun, a large chunk (if not a majority) of people dislike being tickled. Some kids even have a paranoia about it. And as the god of nightmares, a siphon of misery and fear, Pitch will conjure any form of Fearlings with writhing spider-like fingers to tickle torture helpless kids.

- art by Marnat5

Emily Jane/Mother Nature

Most Ticklish Spots: Tummy, Armpits

Emily's mood can be difficult to pin down...a lifetime of abandonment and searching for her father has left her emotionally turbulent.

Like Pitch (who encouraged this rebellious behavior as a child), she has a trickster streak. When she was little, she occasionally felt the urge to tickle other children, and her mother, to make them do her bidding. Her natural control over the elements was useful in this.

Living tree branches, vines...all of these would be useful tools of tickle torture, had she the inclination. No one ever really tickles her, but if they did, she would strike back with every evergreen weapon in her arsenal.

Being tickled is something that truly upsets Emily. It's not merely that she's very sensitive and hates it; that kind of playful touching stirs up memories of her youngest years, of the parents she lost, of the friends she no longer has.

[doopy-n-loopy]

Yan!TF2 × reader headcannons (SFW and NSFW)

// obsessive tendancies, mentions of violence, blood, sexual themes, noncon

[SFW]

Let's start with the defense classes

Defense:

Demoman

Deffo didn't admit that he loved you

Tbh he probably blamed it on his drunkenness

But dude you're always drunk

I mean seriously if he sobers up he'll genuinely die so like-

He would usually drink with you or just around you if you don't drink

He's generally a fun chill guy to be with

He would watch you from a distance at times, especially during battle you might distract the cyclops

He's okay with you asking questions

One time he broke his eyepatch and needed a new one

You gave him a nice black eyepatch with the demoman emblem on it

He gets all red whenever you say his full name, because he knows you remembered it

He is generally against kidnapping, I mean especially since he lives with his ma he'd rather not

And because he's a gentleman

If you ever reciprocate his feelings he'll make sure to treat you right

He is a messy person but for you? He'll clean

Probably would get carried away and make home made bombs with all the cleaning supplies 🤦‍♂️

Takes you to meet his mom

"ooo Tavish, yer gonna get me some grand kiddos are ya?"

That made you both blush like crazy

Soft cheek kisses

Probably made a special bomb and named it after you

"this one's for you, luv!" *Proceeds to set off all stickybombs which blows up the entire enemy team*

Blew up the last guy who looked at you funny

Hell, even worse when they make a sexual remark to you scout probably did it

Likes to give you your space but when he's paranoid he follows you to wherever or watched you from a distance

Heavy

Two words: big boy

Hugs are 10000000000/10

Sometimes it fewls suffocating but man it's like hugging a cloud

Soft forehead kisses

Russian pet names

He sometimes lets you touch Sasha, that's how he knows he loves you because he doesn't even let medic, his best friend, touch her

Probably named a gun after you or one of the pet names he calls you

You definitely met his family and they loved you

Zana especially

Doesn't get jealous easily but will not hesitate to unload 12 pounds of bullets into someone who even LOOKS at you the wrong way

Lord have mercy on the ones who dare flirt with you, rest in pieces scout

Doesn't really follow you anywhere (you're a bit too fast for him) but he does watch you and check up on you

He preforms okay on the battlefield but when you're around, he'll show off

Will cook for you, mainly russian dishes

He's very against kidnapping and would rather not do it

Doesn't shut up about you when he's around medic

Engineer

F l u f f y

Very softspoken in general but he gets all flustered when you talk to him

Will check up on you occasionally

"Darlin'" "Honey bunny" things like that y'know

Huge smile when you're around

Will cook for you most definitely, knows what you like

Makes little robots for you

Likes seeing you use his dispenser

Doesn't get jealous easily either but will try and take you away from someone who wants your attention

Likes just having you in his presence, doesn't need to talk to be happy with you around

Very very against kidnapping like all other defense classes, wouldn't do it unless if he truly felt the need to, last resort kind of thing

The last guy who flirted with you had a sentry gun shoved up his ass

Doesn't really follow you anywhere

Offense:

Scout

Nothing short of a horomonal teenager

I mean he's 21 but

He gets so giddy around you, very loud, tries to show off

He loves you very much

"oh yeah? Well I once absolutely smashed a guy into peices, he was still screaming when he was dead!"

He brags about brutal things but hey you love it since you're also brutal

Flexes his non-existent muscles around you

Would talk about his mom to you all day

Definitely got a tattoo of your face and name somewhere on his body, most likely his bicep

Your name is probably misspelled too but you never say anything about it because he can't read so it's fine

He hasn't really thought about kidnapping in all honesty, again, a last resort kinda thing if he can't get you to love him

He will make a damn SCENE if anyone flirts with you

"you think that's funny, chucklenuts? I eat guys like you for breakfast lunch AND dinner!" "I'll blow yer freakin head off if ya talk to y/n like that again!" Would definitely drag you away

God help anyone that makes you uncomfortable, he'll fuck them up, if that person is medic I mean he'll try to but we all know how fucking scary medic is

Follows you at times

Pyro

"Mphmphmpph"

Seems more lovey around you

Definitely gave you a hand full of the enemy's bloody bones thinking it was a bouquet of flowers

Absolute baby

Just so precious, scary but precious

Hugs for days

Good luck trying to get their ass off of you when you're on cease-fire

Very warm though, they smell like smoke with a bit of blood

Likes petting you

Isn't against the idea of kidnap because they don't realize what they're actually doing, they think they're just taking you to a magical place

Snuggles

When someone flirts with you their whole world changes

Gets angry and starts yelling at them

"MPHMPHMOHMPHHH! MPHMPHNHUMAHUMA!" - Pyro 2021

Will not let you get a checkup alone, he trusts medic but not with you

Very sweet tho, he'll turn around when you need to strip down

Will follow you almost EVERYWHERE and if they can, while holding your hand

Soldier

Yells at you a little less than the others

At first doesn't realize how he feels but then realizes that he loves you

Is pretty protective over you

Rants about America all day to you

Probably got you an american flag to wear

Doesn't really take off his helmet but he likes seeing you in it, makes him proud

If you ever live with him you'll find out that he owns like 20 racoons

"YOU ARE CUTER THAN A RACOON" "YOU WILL BE SAFE ON THE BATTLEFIELD, DO YOU HEAR ME MAGGOT?"

He loudly wakes everyone up in the morning but tries to avoid waking you up

Loves you as much as he loves America

Will show off on the battlefield for you

Isn't against kidnapping you, he probably did it early on if you showed immediately that you didn't reciprocate his feelings

Will blow any guy that hits on you to absolute bits

"MAGGOT DO YOU HEAR ME? YOU WILL LEAVE THE LADY/MAN ALONE THIS INSTANT!"

Probably put you on his back and rocket jumped just to show you what it felt like

Follows you around a lot, it's really obvious because he wears a bucket over his head and crashes into things, when you look back he'll stand behind a lamp post or somewhere really obvious

Support

Ah yes, everyones favorite class including mine

Sniper

Very quiet

Takes secret glances at you

Pays more attention to you than the others

S h y

Asks how you are, how you slept, etc

Doesn't really need to be holding you, tbh he's against PDA

But he likes being in your presence

Just sit down next to him and he'll be fine

When he's on the battlefield, he'll look for you and make sure you're safe

God forbid anyone try to hurt you, he'll make them suffer

Talks about Australia to you and accidentally admitted that he wanted to take you there

Doesn't like the idea of kidnapping but he isn't totally against it, I can see him doing it

He smuggled you all the damn way to Australia

He'll nonchalantly show off to you on the battlefield, he'll let you get cornered and come in to save the day

"love" is a word he uses a lot with you

Will grumble to himself if he sees someone flirting with you

If it's a random person, well, that'll be the last time you ever see them

Has talked about you to his parents

Kind of follows you? I mean he sits atop a high placeand watches you through his scope whenever you're going somewhere

Spy

SEDUCTIVE ASF

He knows what he's doing

Will kiss your hand a lot

Likes to flirt with you and see you blush

"honhonhon"

Sleazy french fucker

Watched you from afar at first then approached you a little later

Isn't against the idea of kidnapping, pro kidnapping, definitely did it not only to have you to himself but for some sort of sexual satisfaction

Just very uh... Lewd? Can't find the right word

He treats you very respectfully though

If he hears anyone else flirting with you he'll be fuming but won't show it

"Oh please, like you could EVER satisfy y/n's desires"

That person mysteriously disappeared that night

Very cocky bastard

Definetly follows you home, not only that but he watches you through your window

And stalks you

He knows everything about you

Would get you either by knocking you unconscious or by blackmailing you

Medic

B a s t a r d

Gets LOUD when you're around

And giddy

Very touchy, always has a reason to put his hands on you

Talks a lot with you around, I mean he already talks a lot but now he won't shut up

Keeps his office nice and clean for you

He restocks on everything so when you come around you can take a loot at all his medicines

Big smile :D

Like spy he is not at all against kidnapping you

Makes sure you're comfortable during checkups

Will make you wait to be seen last just so he can take his time touching your body

"it's all part of the procedure".mp3

Compliments you in weird ways, ex: "your skin is so smooth and lovely, it's the perfect texture to make leather out of" "you have an amazing colon"

Look he's just trying his best here he has a screw loose

You're the only member who he's careful with really

Sometimes allows you to get hurt or has you get hurt by something just so you can see him

Always follows you wherever

Knows everything about you

If someone is flirting with you, he'll get quiet at first and use a low tone to speak to them

"you have guts talking to y/n like that"

They were never seen again

With kidnapping, he won't hesitate to use blackmail against you, or will just use anesthesia

Bonus: Pauling

Pauling

This lady values her work over her life, but to her you're so much more important

Will call you a lot on the battlefield to check in on you

Won't give you extremely hard missons to do because she doesn't want you to get hurt

"Hey (class), Pauling here. I need you... No not like that I just- I mean- for a mission yeah a mission"

Gets all flustered when you're around

Will take her only day off to spend time with you, what a sweetheart

Keeps multiple tabs on you

Follows you around

Doesn't really have time for kidnapping

But if it comes to that, she'll make something up so she has a reason to kidnap you

If anyone else is flirting with you she won't show that she's annoyed

She'll make something up as an excuse to execute them

[NSFW]

Defense

Demo

Has definitely thought of what you'd look like while naked

B l u s h

Has used a mental image of you to get off before

Probably has an actual photo of you

When he drinks a little more than usual, he'll accidentally brush his hand against your ass or get touchy with you

Will not force himself on you, he's 100% against that

If you decide to have sex with him, praise is what you're gonna get

"you're as beautiful as a shot of whiskey in the sunrise"

Very gentle with his hands

Heavy

Not the type to masturbate

Unless if he gets THAT worked up

Again, against forcing himself on you

But if you want it no doubt you will top

He's also gentle with you

And loving

Praise is all you're gonna get

Sometimes russian sometimes broken english

Either way he will worship your body

Engi

Again, a more modest guy, doesn't really touch himself

Might just use a robot to pleasure himself when thinking about you

Probably has a photo of you and him around his workshop

Never forces himself on you

He's sweet and gentle when you do want it though

Sometimes gets help from his robot friends

Offense

Scout

Gets off on thinking about you

Won't force himself on you though

Sexual remarks × 100

Calls you handsome/beautiful in bed

I wouldn't say he's the best in bed but hey he's good I guess

Cuddles after sex most likely

Probablh threw out all his sexual magazines because they just didn't do the trick anymore

Sometimes when he runs past you, your shirt/skirt gets lifted up by a gust of wind and he can't help but look ( ͡◉ ͜ ʖ ͡◉)

Since I hit the text limit, I'll be making a part 2, stay tuned

[ottogatto]

Because of your last question, I will try to be as civil as possible.

He made his student write an essay about how to kill a werewolf

Right before this lesson, Sirius breaks into the school, and Snape is convinced Lupin, his old friend, is the one who helped him inside. Snape thus suspected Lupin to be involved in a plan to abduct and murder Harry, possibly using his form as a werewolf. Snape's act was one of fear for the students, and perhaps of warning against Lupin.

We also must remember that Werewolves were part of the curriculum anyway, so Snape was not out of line as a teacher.

Plus he basically threatened to kill Neville's toad and took points when it didn't die

The way you phrase this suggests you think Snape wanted to kill Trevor. He didn't. Or else, why would he save Trevor's life by giving the antidote? Trevor became a tadpole thanks to Hermione's help. Tadpoles do not survive out of water. Yet Snape the so-called toad-slayer administers an antidote that saves its life.

What you have to understand is that Snape was trying to make Neville succeed in Potions. He used his toad, thinking it would push Neville to do better. In our standards, that's bad. In Hogwarts' standards? Children regularly mutate animals into objects and McGonagall once had Hermione, a cat-lover, basically kill kittens by practicing the Vanishing spell on them. Flitwick demonstrates levitation on Trevor, and Harry practices Accio on it. There is a lot of animal and creature abused portrayed in HP (particularly by Hagrid--yes, you read that right--and the Weasleys).

Snape immediately ensures Trevor survives; last year he brewed the Mandrake Restorative Draught that healed Norris, and in HBP he lets Buckbeak tear at him without retaliating. What Snape did was not okay, sure, but if you use that standard, then nearly all of the other characters are monsters.

As for Snape removing points: Hermione did disobey, and that's what he punishes.

His biggest fear is not [Bellatrix], it's Snape

And lucky him. Neville was able to easily defeat his "worst fear" (of the moment), as evidenced by him succeeding on beating the Boggart on his first two tries. Harry, Molly--they have serious fears, they cannot easily (or just not at all) banish their Boggarts. Hermione fails against her McGonagall Boggart. Neville smiles when he admits he's intimidated by Snape.

Should Neville have feared Bellatrix instead? She's locked up, she can't reach him. Does he even remember her? Does he know about her? Does he care that much? I reckon the threat was far away from his mind.

Similarly, should Hermione's Boggart be a Mountain Troll or a Basilisk? Should Ron's Boggart be his sister on the verge of death? Should every child who heard about Voldemort slaughtering their families have him as a Boggart?

Or is Lupin's confidence that only Harry can have a truly shocking Boggart an indication that none of thesd Boggarts, not even the Snape one, are on the level of what a Bellatrix Boggart could be, and that there was no need to expect that Neville would get her as a Boggart?

We see Snape getting bullied, but does that excuse him hating everyone and bullying his students?

Why it is technically Snape's right to hate anyone he wants, it does not indeed justify bullying people. Well, unless as a spy, but that's a different matter.

The argument you refer to is hardly used by the fans, because they know it's not true. Which is why there are other arguments on the table.

He really seems to hate Lupin yet Lupin was not involved in the bullying

Not only is Lupin an enabler (a Prefect enabler), making him as much of a bully as James and Sirius ("There are two kinds of evil people in this world: people who do evil stuff, and people who see evil stuff being done and don't do anything about it" -- Mean Girls), but the text suggests otherwise: "Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape and begd him to keep his abnormally large nose out of people's business" (approximate quote). PoA Lupin is, on his own, an interesting case of covert bullying and fake politeness, which you can explore in the Reddit essay "Veiled Fencing between Snape and Lupin" by @ashesandhackles . Snape had every right to hate Lupin.

Children do mistakes

They do children mistakes, like not doing homework or stealing candy, or even going too far away in the sea. Third degree sexual assault, attempted murder/manslaughter, borderline suicide-baiting, relentless bullying--these, my dear, warrant juvenile prison and expulsion.

You're also quick to cast what the Marauders did as children mistakes, but condemn Snape for insulting Lily in a moment of distress (for which he profusely apologized) and making stupid decision at the same age. Either we consider that children can do no wrong, and Snape is pardonned, or you agree that "they were just children" is an argument of bad taste.

And she saw the good in him later

Sirius and Lupin argue that Lily was deceived by the four of them. James hid the fact he kept bullying Snape. Why would he need to hide it from Lily, I wonder?

We are also speaking of a woman who trusted Pettigrew with her family's lives and could not fathom that Dumbledore once was Grindelwald's friend. Is her judgement to be trusted? Is James suddenly good because he got to fuck the vague Virgin Mary trope?

We know Snape held a dead Lily Evans in his arms after she died... so he basically stepped over his crush's dead husband to hold his crush while his crush's baby cried alone in his bed

I thought we were talking only about the books, not the movies?

Snape has no obligation to pay a modicum of respect to a guy who bullied him just because "he exists". Not even because he's Lily's husband--she certainly didn't mind that James was bullying her best friend.

Movie Snape craddled a dead Lily in his arms in a moment of grief. What, should he hold Harry at the same time? Can't the guy grieve for heaven's sake?

He also punishes Hermione for knowing the answer

Hermione talked out of turn three times and interrupted him twice, which is what he's punishing her for. She knew the answer? Great, though not a surprise from the know-it-all of the class. Is he thus obligated to let her spoil the answer everytime? Nope. In fact, that's exactly what teachers avoid. Hermione is not the only girl in her class. To let her spoil the answer (forcefully) everytime would be useless--he might as well give the lesson without ever questioning his students and basta.

He shames Hermione [about her teeth]

She quickly gets over it. And that's if we're assuming he didn't mean "I don't see any difference between what I told Goyle and what I should tell Miss Granger".

This is also great drama for one remark. Would you say the same for:

- McGonagall: “Longbottom, kindly do not reveal that you can’t even perform a simple Switching Spell in front of anyone from Durmstrang!” Professor McGonagall barked at the end of one particularly difficult lesson, during which Neville had accidentally transplanted his own ears onto a cactus.

- Trelawney: “I am sorry to say that from the moment you have arrived in this class my dear, it has been apparent that you do not have what the noble art of Divination requires. Indeed, I don’t remember ever meeting a student whose mind was so hopelessly mundane.” (Hermione, the Snape-defender, leaves the class after that)

- Flitwick: "Harry’s already Apparated,” Ron told a slightly abashed Seamus, after Professor Flitwick had dried himself off with a wave of his wand and set Seamus lines: “I am a wizard, not a baboon brandishing a stick.” (The Irish were once openly compared to apes, so that's in bad taste)

- Hagrid: “Yeh’ll do wha’ yer told,” he growled, “or I’ll be takin’ a leaf outta Professor Moody’s book... I hear yeh made a good ferret, Malfoy.” (A reminder that Hagrid is making fun of a kid's torture and threatening to perform the same)

Or are these okay because it's not Snape doing it?

Should we, perhaps, consider that what he said and did was mild considering the context? If you read the books, pay attention to other characters than Snape for once. Maybe you'll understand why the claims of him being a horrible character and definitely not a good person are put into question by fans even before the saga finished.

Can we also note that the spell "Sectumsempra" pretty much kills you. Which gives us an idea he was planning on using it on James.

"For enemies" indeed. When and why was Sectumsempra used in the books? Harry, when Draco attempted to Crucio him. Harry, to defend Dumbledore and himself against Inferi. Snape, to protect Lupin from a Death Eater. And if it wasn't Diffindo, Snape, on James, as James and Sirius are physically, verbally and sexually assaulting him once more, in public, because they were bored, for fun (and to get Lily's attention), mere weeks after Sirius almost got Snape mauled by a werewolf.

In HBP, Harry is surprised by this spell. He thinks that the Prince felt "like a pet turned savage". Snape was also compared to a pet animal in SWM, where he used Sectumsempra on James: a rabbit, and Sirius the hunting dog. It isn't far-fetched to think that Snape developed Sectumsempra after Sirius almost got him murdered and the administration covered the perpetrators while silencing Snape on the murder attempt; cementing the idea that the Marauders can do anything ln him, including killing him, and all they would receive is support and a slap on the wrist.

Imagine living your teenage years knowing that a gang of bullies have attempted to get you killed, still think your existence is a crime, keep on assaulting you, and that if something happens, you won't be defended.

I'd be bringing my pepper spray, shocker and hunting knife at school everyday.

Which is what Sectumsempra was: the equivalent of an insecure, regularly assaulted child bringing in a penknife to defend himself from a dangerous gang that seemingly prefers him dead, while the adults do nothing and no one, not even his best friend, can help him.

And yet... Vulnera Sanentur, from the same guy who created Sectumsempra. The guy who was worried about the state of his soul after killing someone:

"And my soul, Dumbledore? Mine?"

The amount of times students are scared of him/that he will do something to them shows he has performed actions like this before.

...no? I'm sorry but this is ridiculous.

The number of students who are truly scared of him amount to one guy: Neville, who grew to defy Snape (which Snape basically rewarded him for).

No one ever mentions that insane idea that child-Snape tried to kill James using Sectumsempra (as an act of bullying, no less). People like Sirius doubted he ever was a Death Eater. And you must know students can fear their teachers on other accounts than murdering people in their teens (and even on other accounts than bullying; some teachers are feared simply because of their status or because they are impressive, which Snape definitely was).

He was a brilliantly written character

I doubt you believe that, if you believe that Snape was such a 1D bad guy.

Here are my proof-based arguments regarding your opinions. Hoping this came out as polite and understandable (I am in the middle of a bout of insomnia, so excuse me if my transitions and explainations are neither fluid nor complete).

And people still say Snape was good..

Why I hate Severus Snape:

I will be using lots of evidence from the books so please don’t try to tell me something is not canon if you have not read the books. They are different. I also believe book Snape was worse than film Snape and that the films really downplayed his bad actions

This is only one of the times he proved how much of an idiot and horrible person he was.. like he made his students write an essay about how to kill a werewolf so that Remus would literally have to read about how each of his students would kill him.

Plus, he basically threatened to kill Neville’s toad (which he literally loved so much) and then took house points away when it didn’t die-

And we’re literally not even talking about the fact that Neville’s parents were killed by a woman who is literally alive and could go kill Neville as soon as she got out of Azkaban and his biggest fear is not even her, it’s Snape.

He was such a bad person.

So yeah, I know that James/Sirius bullied Snape when they were kids. We also know that Lily and Snape were friends at some point.

As well as that we know that he called Lily a mudblood. Proof:

So he was an asshole to Lily. And, we have to realise we don’t know everything that happened back when the marauders were at school. So we don’t know what happened all the time.

One of the only times we see James Potter is what Snape thinks of him, in his thoughts. Snape is obviously going to hate him. So everything he thinks about James will be about bad times.

We see Snape has been bullied, but does that give him the right to hate everybody and bully his students. Does that justify his actions? I am not, in any way, saying James is right in bullying Snape but Snape’s actions are not acceptable even if he was bullied.

Something else about him is the fact he seems to hate Lupin, and from what we can see, Lupin wasn’t really involved in the bullying:

Plus the fact that James was a child, again this does not justify his actions but children do make mistakes and we also know, in this scene, Lily is rejecting James and telling him to - simply - piss off. And she saw the good in him later, and from this we can infer that James would’ve changed/stopped bullying Snape. And yes, the damage was done but again, a bully in school cannot make you take it out on all of your students and downright ruin people’s lives.

And one of the things I simply do not understand is the fact that we know Snape held a dead Lily Evans in his arms after she died.. so basically he stepped over his crush’s dead husband to hold his crush (who he had called a mudblood before) while his crush’s baby cried alone in his bed.

He also hates Harry so much, more than other students, and we can only guess that this is because he is James’ son.

Yes, we also know that he does protect Harry a few times - but remember Lily was his mother. So he protected Harry because when he looked into his eyes he saw Lily? So he bullies Harry and only stops at the extent of Harry’s life - for Lily?

He also punishes Hermione for knowing the answer. If you have not read the book you won’t know about this moment. But in poa Ron says something I think defines it very well.

He basically asks a question and Hermione knows the answer. He denies her permission to answer. Hogwarts, specifically Slytherin, is about ambition. And she is smart and ambitious, shouldn’t he be encouraging her to answer??

On top of this he also shames Hermione:

In this scene he sends Goyle (the Slytherin) to the hospital wing and makes fun of Hermione + gives Gryffindors detention.

Can we also note the spell “Sectumsempra” literally pretty much kills you. He makes it for enemies. Which gives us the idea he was planning on using it on James.

The amount of times students have been scared of him and scared he will do something to them shows he is capable of terrible things towards students and he has performed actions like this before.

I apologise for the extremely long post but I want to express my feeling towards Snape (and with evidence) he was a brilliantly written character but a horrible person. What do you think?

[infamous-light]

Cupid's Arrow Ch.1

Bela Dimitrescu x F!Reader

Summary: You never imagined you would end up harboring feelings for the eldest Dimitrescu daughter.

Word Count: 2.1K

AO3: Cupid's Arrow

Ch.2

You never imagined you would end up harboring feelings for the eldest Dimitrescu daughter.

You can recall the first day of your employment at Castle Dimitrescu. You were ushered in – including many other young women from the village – by the head maid who ordered everyone to stand in line. There was an air of uneasiness surrounding the main hall, but no one dared to utter even a single sound. Everyone stilled when an ominous sound of clicking heels echoed throughout the halls.

You inhaled sharply at the sight of the Countess having to bend at the waist to enter through a set of double doors, followed by three hooded women that you knew to be her daughters. Straightening back up, she stood there in all her tall glory, looking down on you all with an air of indifference.

The Lady of the castle was a unique sight to behold but your attention was soon caught by someone else. Your gaze curiously drifted off to the side to see her three daughters standing next to the Countess, all looking somewhere between a mix of boredom and excitement, but your eyes eventually settled onto one woman.

You stared transfixed at her, unable to look away. It was as if you were struck by cupid’s arrow at that exact moment. She was gorgeous.

Her blonde hair flowed freely out from underneath her cloaked hood, framing her perfectly oval-shaped face which was accented by her high cheekbones and dark full lips. She stood at a towering height but was still dwarfed by the Countess by a large margin. Her lithe form belied the hidden strength she possessed if the stories you heard prior to your arrival at the castle held any truth to them.

Though, what stood out to you the most were her eyes. They were an inhuman gold, glowing so brightly that they could easily light up a darkened room. Your heart skipped a beat when her eyes met yours. Her gaze was all-consuming as if you were about to be swallowed up whole. The need to feel invisible at that moment was overwhelming. You shift on your feet, fiddling with your fingers as you quickly look away from her. The beginnings of a blush spread across your cheeks from being caught staring.

Attempting to be discreet, you glance back at the same woman a minute later. She was still staring at you. You will never forget the moment when the corner of her lips tugged upwards into a self-satisfied smirk, her luminous eyes dancing with amusement at having caught you again.

From that moment on, she would find any opportunity to be around you, distracting you from your work with light and teasing touches when she would pass you by. Sometimes she would hover over you, her hot breath tickling against the nape of your neck – eliciting goosebumps across your skin – while her fingers delicately brushed against your lower back, letting it linger longer than what is considered appropriate by societal standards.

Her presence alone made your heart flutter rapidly inside of your chest. She enjoyed seeing you become all flustered over her.

There was one particular night that you still become flustered over when you think back on that memory. You will never forget it.

You were instructed by another maid to deliver a pair of freshly clean bath towels for Miss Bela who demanded them promptly. You walked along the many hallways, following the route to Bela’s room that you had memorized the first week of your employment at the castle.

You were about to knock until you noticed her bedroom door was ajar. You push the door gently open, carefully stepping inside. “Miss Bela?” You called out but you didn’t receive an answer.

She was nowhere to be seen. Strange.

A loud groan off to the side caught your attention. You snap your head in that direction, seeing that the noise came from the bathroom. The door was also not shut closed either.

What was that? You thought, frowning.

You creep forward, making your way over with the bath towels in hand as you near the door. There was steam slipping past the space between the doorframe, creating a light mist that surrounded the door.

You look past the gap and your heart stilled at what you saw.

Your eyes widened in shock as Bela sat in the large circular bathtub, head tilted back, eyes closed, a blissful expression on her face as her hand moved between her legs under the steamy water. She reached up to cup her own breast with her free hand, rolling a nipple between her thumb and forefinger. A long-drawn-out moan slipped past her lips and you slapped a hand over your mouth to prevent yourself from making any noise. The sound Bela just made had you feeling a certain way. It sounded downright dirty.

She slipped her hand out of the water, bringing her fingers to her lips before taking them into her mouth. She made another sinful sound as she sucked on her fingers greedily before releasing them with a loud ‘pop’. She dipped her hand back under the water, moving her hand between her thighs once more.

“Oh yes…” She groaned out as she increased the pace of her hand, panting in short gasps. Her face scrunched in pleasure as her back arched off the edge of the bathtub, mouth opening wide as a loud moan tore from her throat.

You blush hotly, feeling something simmer low in your abdomen. You just couldn’t look away. This was a sight you never would have thought you’d see in your entire life. That you would get to witness Bela come undone so beautifully in front of you.

You felt conflicted, though. A mix of arousal and shame warred within you. You felt guilty for peeping on Bela, but it’s not like you expected to walk in something like this. She must have known you would arrive here with her clean bath towels. The maid did tell you to deliver them pronto. Unless…

Before you could ponder on your thoughts further, you heard water sloshing around and you glanced back to Bela who was resting against the bathtub with her eyes closed, sighing contentedly before opening her eyes to stare right at you.

You gasp, dropping the bath towels, not even caring about the fact that you left them on the floor for Bela to pick up. Or the fact that you could be sent to the dungeons for being a deviant. Spying on one of the Lady’s daughters must carry a hefty penalty. You spun on your heel, running out of her room. Your heart thumped rapidly as the blood pumped deafeningly in your ears.

She saw you!

Was Bela going to kill you for intruding on her private moment? You knew she liked to tease you, but you weren’t so certain that you were going to come out of this experience alive. This may be a step too far.

Oddly enough, she never chased after you – to maim you or cut you down – once you ran from her room. Even the few times you saw her during your work shifts, she didn’t even acknowledge that anything even occurred after that night.

It was as if it never even happened.

You shake the thoughts away and focus on your current task at hand. Holding a large bottle of Sanguis Virginis, you walk over to Daniela’s side – having already served Lady Dimitrescu and the elder daughters their drinks – and began pouring the rest of the wine into her glass.

They’re chatting animatedly as you continue to pour the wine while ignoring your presence entirely. You withhold a bored sigh until the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as though someone is watching you. You tactfully look up from your task to see that everyone was focused on their meals except for Bela. She was leaning far over the table to reach for a platter of fruits. Shock then crosses your face, your jaw-dropping open at how Bela’s breasts were pushed upwards, tantalizing close to spilling out from the top of her low-cut neckline.

The grip you have on the wine bottle tightens as you feel your throat beginning to dry up. She manages to lean forward even further, struggling to reach for the plate as the bicep on her other arm continues to push against the side of her breast – providing you an ample amount of cleavage – giving you a perfect view down her dress.

Due to your blatant ogling, you neglected to pay attention to your task until Daniela snapped you out of your thoughts, bringing you back to the present. You break out of your daze and to your horror, you saw that you overfilled Daniela’s glass. You watched as the deep red liquid slid down the side of the glass, pooling at the base.

In your haste, you swing the bottle back quickly and you ended up knocking Daniela’s glass over, now spilling the rest of the contents across the table.

Oh shit!

“Hey!” Daniela shouts in surprise, jumping back in her seat to prevent the spilled wine from reaching her. You could hear Cassandra laughing off to the side, saying something snarky but you were too focused on the mess you just made.

You fumble to take your apron off so you could soak up the wine all the while profusely apologizing. “O-Oh god! I’m so sorry, Miss Daniela! It was an accident! I truly am sorr-”

“Enough!”

You pause in your movements as Lady Dimitrescu’s voice rang loudly throughout the dining room. You glance over to the Lady and dread instantly washes over you at the look the Lady is currently giving you. Her eyebrows are pinched together in annoyance, crimson-colored lips pressed into a thin line as she stares you down.

This is it. I’m going to die tonight.

“Come here.” Lady Dimitrescu demanded. You shakily place the wine bottle on the table and immediately made your way over to Lady Dimitrescu while bowing your head low, attempting to appear as meek and as small as possible. Tears began to form in the corner of your eyes.

She harshly grips your lower jaw in her oversized hand, tilting your head back to face her. You stifle a whimper when you see her honey golden eyes flash in disapproval. Her sharp nails dig into your skin through the gloves ever so slowly as she pulls you in closer to her.

“You will pay for your carelessness.” She states calmly despite the displeasure that’s clear on her face. “Cassandra, take her down to the cellar. Punish her as you see fit.” She shoves your head away from her, not deigning you any further attention as she returns to her meal once more.

“Yes, Mother.” Cassandra rises from her seat, looking a bit too eager for your liking. She has a sickly-sweet smile on her face before a huge sadistic grin takes its place. She starts to prowl in your direction until Bela interrupts.

“If I may intervene, Mother?”

Cassandra pauses mid-step, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion as Lady Dimitrescu arches a single inquiring eyebrow at Bela.

“Allow me to handle her punishment, Mother. I can properly discipline her. Cassandra would most likely end up killing her and we can’t afford to lose any more staff as it is.”

Cassandra narrows her eyes at Bela, her lip curling in displeasure. Daniela remained quiet, her eyes dancing back and forth between her two older sisters and her mother. Lady Dimitrescu pursed her lips in thought before speaking.

“I’ll allow it.”

“But Mother!” Cassandra exclaimed indignantly before a sharp scolding look from her mother cut off the rest of her complaint. Cassandra huffed loudly, scowling as she sat back down at the dining table, crossing her arms over her chest like a petulant child. She glared at you as Daniela snickered at the entire situation, finding it all amusing.

“Thank you, Mother.” Bela bowed her head towards her mother in gratitude before raising her head again, staring at you with a blank expression. You tense in place as she made her way – in slow and precise steps – around the table towards you. What was going to happen now? Would Bela really punish you?

She grasped your wrist, tugging at your arm to get you to follow her out of the dining room. You end up stumbling behind her, struggling to keep up with her fast pace.

“P-Please, Miss Bela. It was an accident.”

She didn’t respond. She continued to drag you along throughout the many halls that lined this castle.

You frowned in confusion when you noticed that Bela was bringing you to her bedroom and not to the dungeon. You elected to stay quiet, watching as she opened the door. She turned to look at you and you couldn’t help but gulp nervously when you noticed a devious look in her eyes.

She motioned for you to enter first.

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Sic Semper Tyrannis

A syndicate x Platonic! Reader/ Technoblade x Reader

Warnings: murder, kidnapping, blood, a somewhat graphic depiction of getting stitches

Word count: about 2800

Ao3 Link: wow.

I’m excited to share this. I did write a version with an angsty ending, which is up on my Ao3 account here if you want to read that one as well. Fair warning though, while writing it I found myself dying inside so I don’t know how you guys would feel. It was the original way I wanted to take the story but as I was writing I also created this one which is an alternate, fluffier ending. Reader is a raccoon hybrid in this one. Don’t forget to like and follow for more. Enjoy!

It almost seems to be a mistake, Techno thinks. The woman- no girl- standing in front of him never struck him as the anarchist type. She was always too soft, too nice for any of it. Yet here she stands next to Philza, shivering from the chill of the cave and rubbing her bare arms. 

“This is the new recruit I was telling you about.” The winged man smiles at Techno.

“She seems… soft.” He mutters, taking in her shivering form before handing her a cloak.

She only nods, accepting the cloak gratefully and clipping it around her neck with ease before burrowing into the thick material. 

“Trust me. You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew her how I do.” Phil mutters, rubbing at his shoulder.

“Fine. But do you swear to uphold the values of the syndicate? Do you promise that you’ll help in our mission to destroy the corrupted governments that threaten the freedoms of its citizens?” Techno stands over her, red eyes practically glowing.

She nods hastily under his seven foot tall frame and he seems satisfied as he backs away. “Okay then. Come take a seat. We have a lot to talk about today.” 

Techno makes his way up the stairs to the table behind him, taking a seat facing the entranceway. Y/n looks up at Philza and he only shakes his head. 

“Don’t worry about him. He seems scary but he won’t hurt you. In fact, that’s the nicest he’s been to someone that’s tried to join yet.” Philza says before walking towards the table.

“Wait- what do you mean ‘tried to join’? Phil, what happened to them?” Y/n says in a panic.

“We don’t talk about them.” Ranboo chimes in. “Now, come on. Don’t want to be late to your first meeting.” 

Y/n scurries up to a chair at the table, taking the one across from Phil and next to Ranboo. She sits furthest from Niki and Techno who both seem to be scrutinizing her every move.

“Now, let’s get this meeting started. First things first, we have a new recruit. This is Y/n. You all know her, but she’s going to be joining us. You’ll need a codename.” Techno states, and Y/n thinks a moment as they stare at her.

“Dolos. I’ll go with Dolos.” Techno nods, eyes flashing with an unknown emotion before returning to their usual blankness.

“Okay. Now that that’s over with, is there anything in particular you guys wanted to discuss? Any new information or governments?” 

Phil nods, standing as he stands from the chair and speaks to the group. Y/n zones out a little for the rest of the meeting, nodding along but not really listening. Soon, it’s time to go and they’re all standing, the sound of chairs scraping on the floor loudly and Ranboo’s laughter at something Niki said echoes through the small space.

“Y/n, can I speak to you alone.” It’s not a question, and the woman swallows thickly as she follows the piglin hybrid into a small room that connects to the main one.

“So why Dolos? I mean, of everything you could’ve chosen, why’d you choose Dolos?” He asks, standing against the door to the room, blocking her in.

“Ah, well- you see, I’ve been told I’m good at deceiving people and that I’m so good at it, no one ever knows until I tell them, and even then they don’t believe me. I think that it’s a good codename, that’s all.” She stutters out, and Techno’s eyes narrow.

“I’m not easily fooled. If you’re lying, or you’re here as a spy, I’ll figure it out. And then not even Phil will be able to save you. Do you understand me?” He grunts out, standing over her with his sword held in his hand.

She nods and all but teleports out of the room to get away as quick as possible. He looks after her, seeing the disappointed look on Phil’s face outside and the confused glances from Niki and Ranboo. He steps out of the room as well and leaves the meeting hall without another word. 

It’s a week before anyone hears directly from Y/n again, and when they do it’s not for reason they would have ever expected. 

“I need your help.” Techno takes in the sight of the blood soaked clothing that covers the young woman.

“What happened?” He’s bewildered, the first time he’s been surprised in a long time.

“It’s not my blood. Most of it’s from the people we were fighting, but some of it’s his.” She points behind her where Phil stands, holding up a severely injured Tommy.

“Come on.” Techno grunts, ears twitching. The voices chime in, but he pushes them aside. 

“Set him on the couch.” Phil lays him down gently and gets to work brewing potions for the young boy. 

Y/n sits next to him, clutching his hand tightly with one of hers as she continues putting pressure on the gaping wound in his stomach. Her striped tail swishes nervously on the floor behind her and the large black ears lay back against her head.

“Get his shirt off. I need to sew it up.” Techno has his sleeves rolled up to the elbow as he comes over with a small first aid kit.

Y/n uses her sharp nails to cut away the stomach section of Tommy’s shirt, revealing the ugly looking gash. She pales at the sight of it, getting up and running to the bathroom to most likely vomit. Techno only sighs as he gets to work, wiping off the dried blood around the wound and starting to stitch it up. Tommy shifts uncomfortably on the couch, crying out at the needle threading in and out of his skin. 

Once done, Phil shoves the healing potion in Tommy’s face, which he drinks and then promptly passes out. Y/n comes back from the bathroom, hair tied back from her face.

“What happened?” Techno asks, standing in front of her.

“We were running through the woods, having fun- y’know, kid things- when we came across a small group of people. They started to attack us, and we started to fight back, thinking there weren’t anymore of them. Well, we were wrong. Very wrong. We wouldn’t have escaped if it wasn’t for Phil. Before we got away though, they said something like ‘down with the order’. I don’t know what they meant though. It was hard to understand them through their masks.” Y/n spews out and Techno only stares at her.

“‘Down with the order’? That sounds like they know something. What did they look like? Any distinct markings for kingdoms or anything?” Techno says softly.

She shakes her head. “Nothing that I could see, unless I missed it. I could probably lead you back to the place we fought at. I don’t know if more came to collect the bodies or not.” 

“Take me there. But first, go get cleaned up. We don’t need you walking around drenched in blood.” Techno says, nodding to the bathroom. 

One shower and change of clothes later, the pair are on their way to where Y/n and Tommy were attacked. Techno notices her fidgeting more than usual, constantly looking around them and watching as she jumps at the smallest of noises. He chalks it up to having been just attacked and they continue walking.

She stops in a clearing and he stands beside her. No sign of bloodied bodies is anywhere to be found. In fact, there’s no evidence a fight even occurred here. No blood spots on the ground, no scrapes in the ground, no disturbance of wildlife.

“Are you sure this is the place?” He turns to look at her, but she’s gone. Suddenly, something hits him from behind and the last thing he sees is Y/n, crying softly as someone holds onto her.

Techno slowly opens his eyes, registering the cold metal against his wrists and multitude of people surrounding him. The voices scream out in rage- rage at Y/n for getting them captured, rage at himself for allowing this to happen, anger for not trying to stop him and Y/n from being captured. They’re angry at a lot of things, and he grunts as he feels a headache coming on.

Y/n stirs in the chair across from him, whimpering softly and her tail waves behind her slowly. “Where-”

“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that you need to tell us who the rest of the members of your little club is, or else you both die. Tell us, and you live. It’s that simple.” A voice speaks out, a young man with brown hair and light eyes.

He rests a sword on Y/n’s shoulder and looks Techno in the eyes. He says nothing, glaring at the man instead.

“Are you going to tell me? If not, then I guess I’ll need to encourage you to do so.” The young man sighs, and takes out a knife, grabs hold of Y/n’s tail and presses the knife against the base of it.

Y/n screams loudly, and Techno hates the sound of it more than any other sound he’s heard. The voices seem to hate it as well, yelling at him to just tell the man the names of the other members to end it.

“Fine.” Techno gives in. 

The young man smiles, dropping Y/n’s tail and wiping the knife off on her shirt. “Oh good! That’s very good.” 

“Don’t do it. It’s not worth it. My life’s not worth it.” Y/n mumbles, tears falling down her face as she clenches onto the armrests of the chair tightly.

“You might know one of them. His name is Zephyrus. Has black wings, wears lots of green. Another one is named Lethe. He’s half enderman. Good luck catching him though. The last one is Nemesis. You might never find her though. She spends most of her time underground.” Techno states and Y/n almost laughs at the use of the codenames.

“You’re lying.”

The young man holds the knife to Y/n’s throat and presses gently, causing a small trickle of blood to run down her neck. “You have one more chance to tell me their names before I kill her and then you. I’ll give you to the count of ten. Ten…” Techno growls at the man before him, the sight of his knife pressed against the woman's throat more than angering.

“I told you. Those are their names. It’s not my fault if you don’t believe me. Now let her go. I don’t even like her. Killing her wouldn’t get me to reveal anything.” Techno says calmly.

The man considers this, pausing his counting. “You’re still lying. I saw you help her and her friend, the blonde. I’m surprised the cut didn’t kill him, to be honest. I think I’ll have to go back to your cabin when I’m done here and finish the job.” 

Steam is basically pouring out of Techno’s ears and his eyes glow a bright red. “Don’t fucking touch him.” 

“Yes! I will, unless you tell me the real names of the other members of your little club.” He releases Y/n’s head from his grip, and pulls his knife away from her neck. 

“Phil, Niki, and Ranboo. Those are their names. Now let her go.” Techno growls and Y/n shakes her head.

“He’s lying. Those aren’t their names. There’s not even more than one other member of the group. The third member of the group is named Dream. He’s currently in prison for killing several people and blowing up a country not once, but twice as well as manipulating kids. He’s the only other member of the group.” Y/n says, hoping that they don’t know she’s lying and buy her bluff. 

The god currently sits in prison, waiting out his days monotonously. They would definitely all die the minute they try and kill him- if they even do get to him, considering Sam would kill them the minute they step foot in the prison.

“Finally, someone here is telling the truth. You’re going to give me the exact coordinates of where the prison is, and then you two are going to stay here while we go kill him.” Y/n gives him the coordinates and the man is almost bouncing in joy. “For your sake, we better not be walking into a trap. Let’s go boys.” They leave the room and Y/n sighs, her head hanging forward heavily, as if her neck can’t hold itself up anymore.

“What was that?” Techno asks and she shrugs.

“I told you. People don’t believe I’m capable of lying to them. They’re all going to die trying to get to Dream, or he’s going to kill them himself.” Y/n yawns.

“Yeah, and we need to get out of here in case some of them survive.” Techno says, struggling against the restraints holding him to the chair and eventually manages to break them.

“Alright, let’s get you out of here.” Techno mumbles, picking the lock on Y/n’s restraints and lifting her up easily in his arms.

The maze of hallways is nearly impossible to escape, but they do it somehow and step outside to a snowy tundra. The wind blows frozen ice shards through the air and it bites at their skin. They were stripped of gear and their cloaks. The cold is no match for Techno, who produces enough body heat to stay warm enough, but Y/n shivers in his arms and presses her face against his chest in an effort to keep warm.

Techno’s communicator beeps as it regains signal, and he works it out of his pocket, seeing the messages from Phil and quickly shoots one back with their coordinates and a request for blankets.

Looking around, the only shelter Techno can find until Phil arrives is the building they came out of but that’s not an option in case the people come back. Techno settles for sitting on the ground and hugging the woman to his chest, doing his best to protect her from the wind and cold. 

“Oh my god…” Phil says as he lands in front of the pair, quickly grabbing Y/n and wrapping the cloak around her.

“Take her back to my cabin. She needs to get warmed up and is going to probably need stitches in her tail.” Phil nods, passing his sword to Techno.

“Will you be fine walking back? I can zip right back here to get you. Tommy’s healed and can look after Y/n while I do so.” 

Techno shakes his head. “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me. After all, you need to check on Ranboo and Niki. Make sure they’re okay. We’re not extremely far from the cabin, I’ll make it back before the end of the night. Now go already.” Techno says and Phil nods, taking off quickly with Y/n.

He looks back at the building they were in, and heads back inside. If there’s anyone left here, they’ll pay for what happened.

It’s a few days before Techno comes back and Philza spends the time either worrying over it or about the worsening condition of Y/n, who seems to have developed a bad cold or flu or hypothermia or all of it, really, as well as making sure Tommy doesn’t rip his stitches trying to do stupid stuff. When Techno does come back, he’s covered in blood and doesn’t even stop to talk to the members of the syndicate sitting in the living room or even wash up, instead going straight for the room where Y/n is sleeping and peeking in.

“She’s not doing well at all. I stitched her tail up, but she’s developed a fever and is still freezing cold all the time and isn’t getting any better, even with a ton of healing potions. I don’t know if she’s going to make it.” Phil mutters beside Techno and he only nods.

He steps out of the doorway and leaves to take a shower, taking extra care to scrub the blood out of his hair and changes into comfortable clothes. Peeking into Y/n’s room again, he sees her shivering underneath the blankets. Well no wonder she’s sick, she’s still freezing cold, he thinks to himself before opening the door further and stepping into the room. He climbs under the covers and Y/n instantly curls up to him, soaking in his natural warmth.

“Thank you, for getting me out of there.” She mutters, before falling back asleep.

“Anything for you.” He whispers, holding her tighter against him in an almost protective manner. 

Phil watches from the doorway, smiling as he watches Techno fall asleep curled up with her.

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Chapter 14

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, kidnapping, harassment, swearing, a lot of it, manipulation, slow-burn (?), eventual romance, eventual smut, enemies to allies to lovers, coercion, slight dub-con, minor character deaths, depictions of assisted suicide (basically), character death

Mafia boss! Kita Shinsuke x Spy! F! Reader

Summary: For as long as you’ve been on God’s blue earth, you’ve been taught to help your family by gathering information and spying on other crime syndicates from all over Japan. To say you’re good for your age is an understatement, you’re one of the best out there with all of the information you’ve managed to gather.

Once you turn 20, you are to be given your first official mission as a fully grown adult, retrieving the important documents the Inarizaki clan has managed to steal. You’re confident you’re able to do it, but a lot of things don’t exactly go according to plan...

PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS BECAUSE THIS CHAPTER MIGHT BE MORE TRIGGERING THAN THE PREVIOUS ONES

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Unexpectedly, Ito finally calls you some four days later and talks it out, you clear up the problem easily and fall back to your old routines. Still, something is wrong. It has nothing to do with gut feeling or intuition, rather, you notice some inconsistencies in how Ito’s responding to you, one day he’s especially clingy and others he’s much more distant than usual, and the fact he accepts whatever bullshit you threw at him so easily is suspicious to you.

From years of experience, you know it takes much more than what you did to convince someone of something unless you have manipulation powers obtained from black magic or something similar. So, you keep an eye on Ito much closer during your dates, as the date of Ito’s death approaches closer and closer, you can’t have him escaping last minute.

But surprisingly, Ito makes no move to escape you, from the times you visited his apartment, everything is in place, even the sofa he treasures so much as it’s a gift from his father. Even more surprising is the fact that Ito is asking you to come over on the day of his death.

He’s extremely quiet, his greetings towards you are curt as he avoids making eye contact with you. You’re suspicious, truthfully you are. What if he’s decided to kill you before you could kill him? He’s quite ballsy if he decided to do that, really, even if in terms of strength he might have an advantage against you, his opponent would be a seasoned spy, trained in various fighting fields.

You discreetly place your hand next to your gun as you sit on the cushion next to his kotatsu, watching his every move like a hawk, you scoot your hand closer to your gun until—

“You don’t have to do that, Chitose-san.” Ito speaks up.

“Excuse me?”

“Your gun, you don’t have to reach for it. I have no intention of going against you.”

Ito sits on the cushion next to the one you’re occupying, sighing as he picks at his fingers. “Chitose… please be honest with me.” He starts, sighing once more. “Who are you, really?”

“What… do you mean?”

“Please don’t lie to me,” he says, pursing his lips. “I know I’m dying today; I know you have a gun on you to kill me right now, and I know you’re not who you say you are!”

“I’m—”

“Chitose, please… as a dying wish… just… tell me…”

“… My real name is [Surname] [Name]. I’m 20 years old and I work for the Inarizaki clan… not as a tutor as I told you before.” You start, fumbling with the hem of your shirt. “I’ve been sent to kill you if your father doesn’t pay his debt.”

“Does that mean you know where he is?”

“Are you sure you want to know?”

“… I want to know everything. I’ve got nothing to lose anyway, so let me have this moment as closure before I die.”

“I understand…” You mumble, turning off your phone to give Ito your full attention. “Your father is currently residing in London. He didn’t contact any of the members of Inarizaki back nor did he give us any money… which is why we’re here now.”

“You don’t seem like someone whose job is to kill people.”

“Because it’s not.”

“Then what is your job? Why are you here to kill me?”

“My usual job is a spy and informant. I… well… I wouldn’t say I took pity on you; I was the one who researched you and I just thought… you were someone I related to. I wanted to… I don’t know, at first, I thought I was just using you as a therapist of some sorts but… as I got to know you, I feel like you could also use someone to hear you out. For some reason, I couldn’t just let my clan send an assassin who would’ve killed you by now without giving you the closure you deserve.” You explain, chewing on your bottom lip once you’re done.

“Then… am I your first victim? You know… your first kill?”

“No, I’ve killed before.”

“How many?”

“… Maybe… 10? I’m not sure…”

“Um… the things you told me… your problems… were those faked?”

“No.” You answer, keeping your gaze to your lap. “I was born and raised in the yakuza world. Up until half a year… ish ago, I worked under my biological family’s clan. I was kidnapped into Inarizaki because I botched my first ever official mission. My father didn’t try to rescue me, my mother holds no power, and my siblings aren’t able to save me because they’re still strictly following my father’s orders.”

“Siblings?”

“My twin sister and my little brother. My twin sister’s a hitwoman, though she often leads turf wars and whatnot, so her kill count is much higher than mine while my brother is the heir to the clan.”

“I see…” Ito mumbles, taking your hand in his and squeezing it, as if to comfort himself. You let him, even squeezing back in hopes it might help him in some way. “The guy you’re in love with… who is he?”

“He… he’s Inarizaki clan’s leader. Funny, really. I fell in love with the leader of my old clan’s nemesis. It was hard trying to tell you without revealing my real identity, but I still got the answers I needed. Thank you for that.”

Silence envelops you two as you continue to alternate from staring at the floor to your lap. It’s awkward, tension is running high between you two and you don’t know what to do anymore. Should you just end he conversation here and now and kill him? Should you wait more? Should you—

“When… when you accepted to be my girlfriend, did you mean it? Actually, did everything we went through together mean anything to you?” Ito asks, cutting of your train of thoughts.

“Yes, Souta. You were someone who listened to me and heard me out. I may not have developed romantic feelings for you, but know that I view you as a very close friend of mine and that the things I’ve told you about myself are… incomplete truths. If I have to be honest, I even got reprimanded by my leader as he continues to watch over me.”

“The… the guy—”

“Yes. Him.” You answer, cutting Ito off. “He came along to watch over me because… this is my first ever mission where I have to kill someone in a longer time frame. He thought I was getting attached to you and that I wasn’t able to kill you. It’s true, I did get attached to you, and telling you all this is heavy for me… but I will do it.”

Ito is silent for a few beats before he chuckles, hopeless, bitter, making the guilt weigh heavier in your stomach. “I guess it really is hopeless for me. Don’t worry, I won’t blame you, [Name]. You’re just here to do your job right?” He asks, squeezing your hand once more. “Even if you were to let me live somehow, my life would’ve probably gone downhill again. You would have had to disappear abruptly and cut off all contact with me. Now that I think about it, death is the better option.”

“… You… don’t…” You sigh, as if the situation isn’t devastating enough.

“It’s okay. It really is.” Ito says, cradling your cheek with his free hand to make you look at him. “Hey, the fact that you even thought about giving me closure at this very moment is enough for me to die without holding grudges, especially towards you. I’m in this situation now because fate destined this for me, think of it this way, I have nothing left to lose and what you’re doing for me is a favour.” He explains softly.

As you stare into his tired eyes, devoid of a will to live, you can’t help but let a stray tear fall down your cheek. Ito doesn’t deserve this, he deserves much better, why did he meet this fate? Why are you the one fated to make him meet his end prematurely?

Ito’s smile widens as he wipes the tears falling down your cheeks, scooting closer to you and squeezing your hand again. “[Name]… hey now… I know this is where we part ways, but won’t you pray for me? Pray that I’ll get a better life once I get reincarnated?”

“Of course I will! I just… I’ll miss you… I know we’ve only known each other for four months but… these four months have really changed me.”

“And me being remembered by you is enough, the fact you’re crying for my death is enough. [Name], I can’t ask for anything more.” Ito says and lets go of your hand, opting to wrap his arms around you instead. “I could have been killed without much thought, I could have been killed without getting the closure I’ve always wanted, I could have died unhappy, completely alone. But I was lucky enough to have these moments with you before I die and I couldn’t be more thankful.”

You nod and hug Ito back, knowing his death is drawing nearer as the seconds tick by. Funny how things end, Ito is the one dying yet you’re the one being comforted. “Souta? You knew for quite some time that I was sent to kill you, right? Why didn’t you say anything? How long have you known?”

“I’ve known for a week. The night we got wasted, you talked on the phone with someone, I couldn’t remember much about what you said but I remember seeing a reminder from someone to finish your job in two weeks, not only that, every single one of your unread texts are reminding you to finish your job in two weeks.” He answers, pausing for a moment. “I pieced together what that meant when I visited last week, when I saw you had a gun hidden in your apartment and cyanide hidden in one of your food containers. I wanted to ask you, I really did; I thought, what are you doing with a gun or cyanide? How could you lie to me? But I decided to withhold that and ask you without sounding so accusatory.”

“You were right about everything though…”

“Yes, and as unfortunate as it is, I’ve come to terms with it even as I desperately want to deny the fact that you’d kill me.” Ito sighs, rubbing your back comfortingly. “Say, can you fix me a drink, [Name]? I need to do something for a moment. Your boss probably can’t wait all day, right?”

You nod and let go of Ito, standing up and walking to his kitchen as you wipe your tears. You decide to make him some tea, mixing in the deadly amount of cyanide for him to drink. Your movements are slow, as if wanting to prolong Ito’s life as much as you can, but as you walk back to where Ito sits with a pen and a few pieces of paper scattered about, you know you’re unable to prolong it any further.

Ito smiles when you place the cup of tea on the table, reaching over for two neatly folded pieces of paper and taking your hand to gently put the paper in your hand. “Just so you’ll remember me, oh, and send the one with my signature in black to my dear old dad, yeah? The blue one is for you.” He says before he lets go of your hand and takes the cup, drinking it until nothing is left.

It doesn’t take long for the poison to take effect, you watch as Ito’s body starts to react to the cyanide, it’s painful to watch, so much so that you have to grip the fabric of your trousers so hard that your knuckles turn white. A few minutes later, Ito finally takes his final breath, slumped over the table; you reach out to him and close the lids of his lifeless eyes, caressing his cheek to feel the warmth of his body for the last time.

You don’t know how long has passed, as once you finally got back your sense of reality, Kita is already standing next to you, draping his jacket over your form as he holds your arms comfortingly. He doesn’t say anything, not the ‘I told ya this mission ain’t for ya’ or the ‘Ya shoulda listened to me’ you expected. He simply sits beside you and holds you until you’re ready to leave Ito’s apartment to pack up the things in your apartment and head back to Hyogo.

You stand up and look at Ito one last time, swallowing the lump in your throat. You’ve never felt anything when you had to resort to kill someone, not even the first time you took someone’s life, yet… seeing Ito’s body, you’re washed with grief. He looks so peaceful, as if he’s just taking a quick nap after he finished a week’s worth of work, yet there isn’t the steady rise and fall of his back, he looks peaceful, maybe a bit too peaceful that it’s making you feel unsettled.

“Souta gave me this to send to his father.” You say, breaking the silence as you hand Kita the letter for his father. “I don’t know what he wrote in there, and I don’t want to read whatever is in there.”

“I understand.” Kita says, standing up and placing a hand on the small of your back. “Let’s head back, any longer we stay here and the police will have an easier time trackin’ us.”

“Won’t they pin me for a suspect anyway?”

“I believe even if they do, they’ll release ya soon. I can see Ito truly loved ya, I’m assumin’ he left that other letter to try and make it easier for yer name to be cleared. I’ll check it before we leave though.” Kita assures, subtly urging you to go. “I’ll catch up to ya soon, I just need to check the place in case ya left behind crucial evidence.”

You simply nod and walk away, slowly making your way back to your apartment. Admittedly, you don’t have much in your apartment, seeing as you rented it fully furnished, you’d be done by the end of the day and are able to escape to Hyogo by tonight.

When you finish packing everything up, Kita enters your apartment with his luggage in-tow. He goes up to you and extends a hand for you to take, you stare at it for a few seconds before taking it, walking out of the apartment and leaving it as if you were never there in the first place.

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[john-smiths-jawline]

Chapter 8: Demons, Fighting, And Ovens That Assault You

Everything else fell into place. Now, as Ana Sofia, declared, it was showtime!

“If you start singing, I’m gonna throw up.” John declared.

“Aww, come on, I’m a great singer!” Ana Sofia pleaded.

“You’re not,” John said.

“You’re really not, Sofi,” Deer agreed.

“Please don’t sing,” Matt said. Ana Sofia pouted.

“Uh, guys?” Jennifer asked.

“Yes, Jennifer?”

“Remind me again of Phase One”

“Keep track of Moriarty”

“…And has anyone been doing that? Because he’s kinda been gone for, like, the past hour and a half at least.” Jennifer said, pointing to the spot where John last saw Moriarty, who no one had been keeping track of. Dammit.

“Sorry, Cap,” Deer said, ruffling their hair in disappointment. John shook his head at them in a way that means, “It’s alright,”

“Yeah,” Jennifer said casually, “He just walked into the door labeled Hell, and I haven’t seen him come out. Did think it was strange, but there’s no way he could get out of there, right?” John couldn’t believe she didn’t mention it until now. 

“Hello, Sherlock! Johnny boy!” Said an easily recognizable voice as Moriarty came striding out the doors of hell… things by his side. There wasn’t a word in the world to describe the monsters that came out the door after him. They were probably demos or devils or hell hounds or something. Well, the hellhounds were easy enough to recognize. Ten feet at the shoulder, with circular, pupilless, glowing red eyes, they bared their pointy, white teeth in a terrifying snarl that sent shivers down John’s spine. John supposed the others had to be demons, but they certainly didn’t look like any demons John had even seen described in a book. They looked… human. Surprisingly, most of them looked like kids. The one standing closest to Moriarty looked like a ten-year-old boy, with light brown skin and short black curls. His eyes were the same color of his hair, but they were completely soulless. There was no life in those young eyes. Everything about the boy (that John was pretty sure wasn’t a boy) seemed ominous, from the slightly oversized black hoodie to the falling-off nametag stuck to it that said Hello! My name is: Evan J. (He/Him). The girl holding Evan’s hand appeared to be five or six, with tanned skin, freckles in a stripe across her nose, dead green eyes, and two strawberry blonde braids running over her shoulders. She was in a yellow sundress with pink flowers on it, and was wearing pink, plastic sandals. Her nametag was painted in messy child’s handwriting, labeled Evie (She/Any). The only other one that seemed to be high-ranking looked to be fifteen or sixteen. They looked possibly the scariest, with ethereal, androgynous features, short black hair that looked like it was just chopped off with a knife, smoky black eyes and makeup, and black jeans with a white shirt that had “Respect my fucking pronouns unless you want to die” written on it in silver ink. The nametag saying Rin—They/He is obscuring part of the “want to.” All the others stood a few steps behind. They were most likely low ranking compared to Evan, Rin, and Evie. Everyone was intimidated.

“I like their shirt,” Deer whispered, pointing at Rin, breaking the tension that was as thick as the mess in the kitchen the one and only time Sherlock attempted cooking, that had ended with him storming out of the kitchen muttering “applied chemistry, my ass.” John let out a snort at the memory of him cleaning Sherlock’s slightly burned hands and listening to him complain about how the oven “assaulted me, John, really, it did, stop laughing.”

“It really did assault me, John,” Sherlock whispered into his ear. How does that man always know what he’s thinking? Sherlock rolled his eyes.

“Your whole body is a tell, John, really. I sincerely hope you never become a spy; the country would be in terrible danger from the second someone looked at you.” John chose not to answer to the barb, instead grumbling “I still think you’re a bloody witch” under his breath. It was silence, then, everyone waiting for someone to make the first move. Until Rin said, 

“Oh, let’s just get on with it then!” and charged. He ran in a straight line to Sherlock, fingernails turning into claws as they revealed hints about their true form. Sherlock, who, of course, was expecting this, and dodged, Rin only scraping the edge of his scarf, undoing a few threads of thick blue wool. John pulled out his Browning from its typical resting place in his waistband, firing one, two, three shots, the bangs ringing out across the endless plain. One flew right by their hair. He dodged the other. The last one seemingly hit nothing, until he heard a small child shriek in pain before bursting into sobs. John whirled around, thinking it hit either Rosie or Red. But no, Evie, the small demon child, was lying on the floor, letting out loud, wailing, sobs, a bullet wound in her arm. Evan was by her, speaking in a soft voice, stroking her hair, wiping away the pure black, smoky blood from the wound, sealing it back up. John felt strangely bad and definitely like he was intruding on some private moment. He turned his back just as they were finishing up. And he would have stayed with his back turned, until Evie’s sobs turned into soft sniffles, and John heard the pitter-patter of child’s feet running right at him. John grabbed his Browning from his jacket and whirled around to see Evan, running at him, fiercely protective of his… Sister? Friend? John didn’t know, but they certainly were close. He tackled John; the small boy he seemed to be was gone. Now there was only a big brother, literal smoke pouring out of his ears as the ten-year-old tackled him, overpowering the soldier despite John being over a foot taller. Hatred poured out of those eyes, but there was something else. A fierce protectiveness of Evie.

“Don’t TOUCH her,” he snarled. John didn’t suppose it would help if he told Evan he was going for Rin. He quickly scrambled off the boy, grabbed Sherlock who was about three seconds away from getting his ass kicked by Rin, and told everyone,

“We need to regroup. This isn’t working.”

Gone Before Your Time

Summary: AU where Sherlock dies when he jumps and John commits suicide. They both end up in the Gone Before Your Time Department, where people who die before their scheduled death end up. They meet each other there and have to make a plan to make sure that Moriarty, who is also in the Department, goes to hell (quite literally). But it’s not as straightforward as anyone would like. There are lies, plans within plans, and people from the past that Sherlock and John would both rather forget. There will be ten chapters and an epilogue. Tags will be added as the story progresses. Please leave a comment! (Major Character Death is for first chapter only)

[up-to-some-good]

Part 5: 5 times I fixed it...

“Mr and Mrs Potter,” Dumbledore started. “I’m afraid I have some bad news regarding the prophecy.”

Lily had had a bad feeling when he had pulled them out of the meeting early to talk. They had heard about the prophecy a month ago, but at that point it was between her baby and Alice’s, both born at the end of July.

“He thinks it’s about Harry,” she said.

She thought of her son. He was with James’s parents at Potter manor while they were at the meeting. He had been asleep when they left for headquarters. It was hard to believe there was a target on his back.

“Indeed,” Dumbledore responded.

James took a sharp breath and pulled Lily’s into his lap, squeezing her fingers. He reached for her whenever he needed comfort; every time he found out about another casualty, he pulled her into his arms. It was a comfort to both of them, but it didn’t work this time.

“What do we do?” James asked quietly.

“I believe you should go into hiding,” Dumbledore said. “Are you aware of the Fidelius charm?”

“Yes,” Lily said. “You conceal the secret of your location in another person. You cannot be found unless that person chooses to divulge the secret, but it cannot be coerced or otherwise forced out.”

“Correct,” the old man said, his eyes twinkling.

For a moment, Lily felt like she was back at Hogwarts, answering her Professors’ questions to win back the house points the man sitting next to her had lost.

“I suggest you use it to hide your family, until all is safe,” Dumbledore said calmly.

“All due respect, Albus,” a voice came from the door. “But that is a terrible idea.”

Professor McGonagall walked into the room and passed each of the Potters a biscuit from the tray downstairs. Dumbledore gave her an indecipherable look.

“We all know there is a spy in the Order,” she continued. “You cannot guarantee the person you choose will not betray you and, even if they do not, they could be found and killed or tortured until they revealed the location.”

“What do you suggest, Professor?” Lily asked.

“Leave the country,” she said simply. “Go somewhere far away, like Australia, where there are no Death Eaters, and return when the war is over. I suggest the Longbottoms go with you as a precaution.”

“How do we stop Voldemort from simply following us? We won’t have back up in Australia if he comes for us,” James questioned.

“A simple diversion will do,” McGonagall responded. “We will place two houses under the Fidelius as if you were living there. They will serve the purpose to hide your true location without putting you at risk.”

“Who will be the secret keeper?” James asked.

“Myself and Alastor,” McGonagall said easily.

“Okay,” James said. “I trust you.”

Two days later, the Potters packed their bags and headed for the airport. They said goodbye to Euphemia and Fleamont the night before at dinner, pretending they would be reunited, but knowing the elder two would not be around much longer. Alice and Frank met them at the airport with Neville and gave them tight hugs. No one in the Order, not even the other marauders, knew where the families were going, just that they would be in hiding for the foreseeable future.

“Ready to go?” Frank asked.

“As much as we can be,” Lily said.

The six passed through the airport and boarded the plane together, disappearing for the next year.

***  

When he arrived at the flat, Sirius poured himself a glass of Firewhiskey and retreated to his bedroom. James and Lily had been gone for a month and things were getting harder. The remaining marauders were always on separate missions, gone for days at a time and not telling each other where they were going.

Remus came back injured and held on to Sirius as tightly as he could when he came back, but they didn’t talk. Sirius loved him as much as he ever had but wondered how much longer he could go without knowing what Remus was doing or telling Remus what he was doing.

Peter did nothing but talk, guessing who the spy was and changing his opinion daily. The day he suggested Remus, Sirius asked him to move out of the apartment. He had to trust Remus and Peter. They were all he had left without the Potters.

A sound from the living room startled him. Someone had apparated into the flat, someone unexpected. Remus always apparated outside the front door, so his boyfriend wasn’t back, and Peter always sent an owl ahead, so it couldn’t be him.

He grabbed his wand and stormed into the living room to find –

Regulus, lying on the floor and drenched. He looked like he was breathing, but the strain of apparating had clearly knocked him out. There was some sort of locket clutched in his hands.

“Merlin,” Sirius said, running to crouch at his brother’s side.

He started casting every healing and warming spell he could think of, grateful for Remus’s lycanthropy for the first time. Regulus was a known Death Eater so Sirius shouldn’t have been helping him. He was his little brother, though, and he couldn’t watch him die on his living room carpet.

Eventually, Regulus started awake, sitting up rapidly and nearly collapsing again from the effort. Sirius caught him before he fell and moved him carefully to the sofa.

“Sirius?” he asked weakly.

“What the hell happened, Reg?” he asked.

Regulus started laughing, leaning his head back on one of the throw pillows. Bewildered, Sirius watched his brother laugh hysterically for a few minutes before he calmed down and looked back at him.

“I should be dead,” he said eventually. “I thought for sure apparating to a place I barely remember from underwater would kill me, if the inferi didn’t first.”

“What are you talking about?”

Regulus didn’t answer. Instead he sat up and threw the locket at Sirius, who caught it easily.

“What do you know about horcruxes, Siri?” he asked tiredly.

Within the next few days, Regulus repeated his story multiple times, to Dumbledore, Remus, Moody, and any other Order member who wanted to hear it. He wanted to join the Order, help with the hunt for horcruxes, but few trusted him.

“I’ll swear an Unbreakable Vow,” he said eventually. “I’ll vow that I won’t betray the Order, that I’ll be loyal.”

Dumbledore agreed and, once the spell was cast, Regulus was welcomed into the Order of the Phoenix.

Everyone’s missions were cancelled, unless absolutely necessary, in lieu of the hunt for horcruxes. Dumbledore guessed at the number and objects and sent them out to look for them. Within a few months, the Order had gathered the cup, locket, diadem, diary and ring after a few daring missions and one small, albeit destructive, heist from Gringotts.

“Now what?” Sirius asked. “How do we get rid of them?”

“There are two known methods,” came the calm answer from Dumbledore. “Basilisk venom or Fiendfyre.”

“So we’re fucked?” Remus asked incredulously. “Unless someone as a pet Basilisk they’d like to share?”

“There’s rumoured to be one at Hogwarts,” Regulus said mildly. “But I don’t know where.”

The Order looked at the objects on the table and collectively sighed. The few months tracking them down meant nothing if they couldn’t destroy them.

“Anyone have a house they’re willing to burn down?” Remus asked the room eventually. “Preferably one with an astounding amount of protective charms so we don’t have to cast them?”

Sirius and Regulus shared a look. Walburga Black had died just a month ago, leaving Grimmauld Place entirely empty. Orion had been an especially paranoid man, so the house had always been protected with every charm he could find. Neither of them wanted the house and they had already set Kreacher free – it was perfect.

“Actually,” Regulus said. “I think we do.”

Watching the house burn was incredible, skulls rising from the smoke as Voldemort’s soul died in the fire. It was almost fun – until the Death Eaters arrived.

A fierce battle started, everyone fighting to get to the centre, where Voldemort himself was fighting Dumbledore. Sirius stood with his back against Remus’s, righting Bellatrix and Rowle simultaneously. Remus was engaged with Yaxley and Malfoy, occasionally shooting a jinx at Goyle, busy fighting Regulus.

Across from them, Peter and Snape were engaged in a duel, neither of them focused on anything around them. Unexpectedly, Peter stunned Snape and moved on. Even more, unexpectedly, he joined Sirius’s duel – on the Death Eaters’ side.

“You little rat, Pettigrew,” he yelled. “How could you?”

“You’re not going to win, Black,” Peter yelled. “Last chance to switch sides!”

“Fuck you,” Sirius sneered.

A second later, everything changed. Dumbledore landed the killing shot and Voldemort crumpled. Bellatrix pointed her wand at a distracted Sirius. He yelled in pain and fell to his knees, but she didn’t let up, keeping her focus on torturing her cousin as if he were personally responsible for her master’s death. Peter cursed Remus before disapparating with the other Death Eaters as Moody began stunning everyone in sight.

Remus collapsed next to Sirius, blood pouring from the cuts on his chest.

“Avada kedavra!”

A green beam of light hit Bellatrix in the chest, she and Sirius collapsed simultaneously, the latter panting and shaking.

“I never liked her,” Regulus said mildly, pocketing his wand.

Sirius and Remus woke up to a sound in the living room a week later. They had left the hospital a day before, both of them still exhausted and still in pain, but alive. They slowly got up and grabbed their wands before padding to the living room, where they were tackled into a group hug by a flash of red hair.

“Lily,” Sirius said breathlessly, hugging her tighter. “You’re back.”

He pulled away and looked up to see James, holding Harry, who was almost a toddler at this point.

“We’re back,” James said quietly.