#v: Battle of Heroes

[valorandgold]

@hilda-valentine-goneril​ said:

Hilda walks in, carrying a large cake that was covered in candles, with Marianne in tow whom is carrying presents. They carefully set the items down on a nearby table and Hilda proceeds to hug the Morgans. "I'm sorry nobody showed up, but Marianne and I are here for you. Happy birthday, Morgans~."

"Ahh! Thanks Hilda! You too Marianne! I'm kinda surprised! I know you're not from our world or anything, but I really appreciate it!"

"Never mind our alternate verses where we're in Fodlan!"

"...huh? What are you talking about?"

"Oh, uh, noooothiiiing..."

"...sure it's nothing Morgie. Anyway, we really appreciate it!"

"You betcha!" Hugs in return from both of them...and to Marianne if she'll accept them.

[forgetful-nerd]

It's their mission to Indoctrinate every Leo they come across.

[epickiya722]

I don't know why, but the first thing I thought was "y'all about to have a rap battle"?

[c00kiesart]

Listen how in the hell has NO BODY THOUGHT OF THIS YET-

Also posted this to my Twitter!

[howlingday]

My idea for a potential DB! #12

2024 aug 29, 30, 31, sep 2, 4 - 10

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All Might VS Homelander (My Hero Academia VS The Boys) | DEATH BATTLE!

Only one Superman student will survive this super smashing slugfest!

THUMBNAIL

INTERLUDE:

FIGHTER 1: All Might, My Hero Academia’s former greatest hero.

FIGHTER 2: Homelander, Vought Corporation’s greatest product.

Wiz: Aristotle once said “It is our choice of good or evil that determines our character, not our opinion about good or evil”.

*insert a clip of All Might doing good things followed by Homelander doing evil things*

Boomstick: Want proof? Let’s look at these icons inspired by classical Americana heroics! He’s Wiz and I’m Boomstick.

Wiz: And it's our job to analyze their weapons, armor, and skills to find out who would win... a Death Battle.

PREFACE (What to know): 

This was supposed to be my release for July for very obvious reasons. Yes, I know Homelander dies. Yes, I know it’s basically giving All Might a win. I don’t care. I like the hope and optimism that All Might, and I wanted to make more MHA VS The Boys because they contrast each other so perfectly: a Shounen love letter to western comics VS a satire of DC’s Justice League, a symbol of peace, hope, and altruism VS a symbol of terror and selfishness, hope VS cynicism, the ideal superhero VS the corrupted superhero. Like Iida VS A-Train before, All Might serves as an example of who Homelander ought to be whilst Homelander is a cautionary tale to All Might, one he probably has seen many times before across his long heroics career

I will attempt to connect this to my previous MHA VS The Boys episode so that there is a stronger feeling of both episodes being a crossover between their series, and this hypothetical crossover would happen some time during S2 or S3, before All Might’s big fight in Kamino with All For One. I will also be considering All Might at his strongest by taking his claim of how much weaker he’s gotten at face value, like in All Might VS Might Guy. However, I will still take some liberties with how All Might’s transformation and injuries works.

This fight works best if released in July, specifically as an Independence Day release. Had this been in the earlier seasons, it would definitely be the mid-season break. If this were S10, then it would have been released on a date similar to Stitch VS Rocket Raccoon (released July 3rd, 2023)

Please, please, PLEASE, check this link out. It links you to a Reddit page that has sprites for both characters, connections between our fighters, and templates used for an image that will be seen below.

Also, and this is very important, prime All Might will be taken into account, but I will give All Might his injuries and skeletal form JUST FOR THE SPECTACLE AND NOT FOR THE ANALYSIS. Again, All Might will have his injuries JUST FOR THE FIGHT, NOT FOR THE ACTUAL COMPARISON. I am putting a lot of emphasis on this for the sake of fair evaluation.

WHY: 

Connections (What do they have in common):

1. They have a lot of aesthetic similarities. Both are blonde males with colors that represent America as both were inspired by Superman

2. Both are icons of hero work in their own series, and thus have earned fame and renown, and are the face of heroism in MHA and The Boys respectively. Arguably, they are the most iconic and representative characters from their series. One could even say that they’re representatives of institutions of heroism (U.A. and Vought), but the larger world of heroics in which they operate is corrupt

3. Perfect thematic opposites. All Might is selfless to a self-endangering extreme, altruistic, and smiles as he saves people in order to inspire hope. Homelander is a narcissistic man-child who cares not for the people he saves, but for the attention that they give him and isn't above intimidation.

4. They are in a sense descendants, or the next in line to take up a mantle. All Might is the 8th wielder of One For All, succeeding his mentor Nana Shimura. Homelander is, in a sense, the second coming of his father Soldier Boy. Because of this, they have similar powers or abilities to their predecessors but to a greater degree, namely super strength and durability. This combines well with the fact that both were essentially given their superpowers instead of being born with them. All Might was given All For One as he was born without a Quirk and Homelander had taken Compound V and was made in a lab.

5. They both have sides that they want to hide from the public. All Might doesn’t want people to see his injuries or his true form. Homelander doesn’t want people to see his failure with the plane crash or his vile attitude to people that don’t approve of him.

6. East comics VS west comics, known for their adaptations on the screen.

7. Both are also known for their decline in health. All Might suffered heavy injuries after his fights with All For One to the point where he can’t maintain his muscular form and remains a skeletal husk for the majority of the series, and Homelander was never raised like a proper or even normal kid. He was isolated and never matured emotionally, so as the series progresses, his mental state decays and deteriorates.

Personal reasons (Why I want this battle/like this MU):

I previously mentioned that I love the contrast between MHA and The Boys, and these two characters just stand out to me because of their statuses as icons and pillars of their worlds, their powers, their actions, and words. There is so much crossover potential. Like, give fanfiction writers these ideas and see what they create with them.

Of course, I want Homelander to get his face smashed in, but I have no doubt that if All Might knew of Homelander’s backstory, he’d have some sympathy or pity for his enemy.

Also, this is one of my most wanted MUs. Palpatine VS Xehanort is my #1, followed closely by Chaos VS Kyogre, this MU, and another one I will get to down the line with Azula VS Cinder trailing all of them. However, I’m genuinely surprised we haven’t gotten any MHA VS The Boys content from the show. Yates has given us two commissioned tracks in Compound Engine (Iida VS A-Train) and No More Heroes (Billy Butcher VS Stain), and aside from a Twitter post from Ben asking the public who they want to be the next person to kick Homelander to the curve (he showed four characters, among them All Might), that’s everything that I can think of. Truth be told, I think no one has done this because of the obvious Homelander loss, but a stomp does not disqualify a matchup.

In general, if you want more MHA VS The Boys, please check out this video that dives more into the worldbuilding and the aesthetics of both series’ superhuman societies.

Art:

THE FIGHT:

Art and animation: 

This is a fight best done in 3D. The 3D team works best when both characters have large arsenals, deep bags of tricks, or cool fighting choreography. Just look at All Might VS Might Guy and every Star Wars battle from 2020 to 2023.

As far as I can tell, Omni-Man VS Homelander was a pure passion project, and a lot of resources were poured into it. I don’t think that this one would get such a treatment, and there are 3D models for both. The easiest approach is to take All Might’s model from Jump Force and Homelander’s model from MK1, but the ideal approach would be to have it be hand-drawn, but that would severely cut down on what I want to do.

Knowing of the comic book origins for both characters, it would be cool to have some slightly stylized hand drawn bits and pieces like Mob VS Tatsumaki. However, we know from the 7 Battle Royale that Homelander sprites do exist, and there are sprites of All Might’s skeletal form, so while it’s best done in 3D, it’ll most likely be done in sprites like in the image below taken from the link in the preface.

Possible setup: 

I want this to continue where my last MHA VS The Boys idea left off.

After the A-Train/Ingenium fiasco, Vought has come under intense scrutiny and UA is losing popularity for endangering one of their students and for associating with a company that employed a Nazi like Stormfront and a questionable character in A-Train (how did that info get leaked?). Homelander has taken it upon himself to “fix” the problem, and while UA may have given a press conference to address the issue, Homelander, the charismatic devil that he is, started a slander campaign against the threat of “Quirkies”.

In UA, the students have left as the school day just ended. All Might is in his normal form, taking down anti-UA propaganda that people have stuck to the school’s protective wall as well as some anti-Vought propaganda after a long day of teaching and trying to calm down protestors outside the school making noise that were shouting that word spouted by that fellow hero, a blonde American whom All Might initially thought well of. His press conference called to action the… More unpleasant elements of society. All Might hasn’t even changed out of his costume. and as he enters his office to grade papers, he hears a voice coming from within. 

“Ah, Toshinori. Just the man I’m looking for.” 

That voice… All Might was hoping not to have to face the man in front of him. Toshinor turns on the light and behind his desk with his legs on the table sits a blonde middle-aged man wearing a navy blue suit, red boots, and an American flag for a cape. Homelander had snuck past UA’s defenses and gotten in. He must have been waiting for him. He was… Looking at a picture of young Midoriya and Class 1-A. 

“Homelander. Why are you here?” Toshinori was hoping that the other teachers, and especially the students, weren’t here.

After a chuckle, John replies: “That f*cking little UA goody two shoes and that moron A-Train ruined everything at Vought and are making Supes look bad, and then that red birdbrain Hawks leaked some confidential info. So, I decided to come here and fix the problem at its core. Step 1? Remove Quirkies, and that starts with UA and you.” 

“Young Ingenium is a great hero! He may have faltered, but he lifts those around him and encourages them to be their best selves! I’m sorry to hear about A-Train, but he murdered an innocent civilian, and then you decided to make Heroes with Quirks look like villains.”

“See, here’s the thing, Toshi.” Homelander sighs and he stands up, approaching the skeletal figure. “We’re heroes, right? We gotta look for the public. I. Gotta look good.”

“After that press conference you did, I can’t consider you a hero. Your words are putting my students and colleagues at risk.”

“To the people, I am a hero, the GREATEST hero. I’m saving them from this plague, your genetic diseases of “superpowers” that make the majority of you Japanese not even Supes. A-Train and Ingenium may have brought bad press, but it’s nothing uncontrollable, and Hawks will soon be taken care of. So don’t stand in my way, Toshinori. I’m a real hero, and I will save everyone from you Quirkies, and if you don’t…”

Homelander’s start to glow red and he smiles evilly, crushing the picture of Class 1-A.

“Well, let’s just say that you’ll have a hard time being either a hero or a teacher.”

Toshinori’s cheeks then stretch downward with his lips, steam exiting his lean body that is now starting to grow and fill in his costume. The lanky man who was more bone than skin now stood almost two feet above Homelander, with his costume now stretched by his amazingly dense muscles, and his two long strands of hair, droopy and miserable now stand proud and curved like rabbit ears. Where there was Toshinori Yagi now stands All Might, a sharp blue gleam in his eyes.

Class 1-A may be able to handle Homelander, they certainly could handle almost anything, but in front of All Might stood a villain masquerading as a hero, and it was his duty to stop villains. “As the Symbol of Peace and as their teacher, I’m warning you: Don’t you dare hurt my students.” 

They lunge at each other, clashing like the image underneath:

FIGHT!

1.The impact of the collision levels the office. Homelander then delivers a powerful punch with his free hand on All Might’s face, and All Might staggers a little but enough for Homelander to then ram both of them so fast out of the building that there’s a sonic boom, leaving all windows in a 10 meter radius shattered and activating an alarm. Homelander flies through buildings towards the Kamino District and then attempts to grind All Might against the ground, but All Might digs in his feet to stop the human rocket, destroying the pavement and road that they’re on like the image below.

2. There are a lot of people shrieking, and people are scared. “Everyone, back away!” All Might then turns to the scared public, his iconic smile on his face. “Don’t worry, because I’m here!” 

3.“Why you-!” Homelander’s eyes glow red, but All Might swiftly decks Homelander in the face and follows up with a fast flurry of punches like in All Might’s fight against the Nomu. Homelander tries to get some hits in, but All Might is very quickly overwhelming him, and ends the barrage with one strong punch. “Texas SMASH!”

4.Homelander is sent flying to the other side of the avenue by the sheer force and wind pressure until he crashes into the side of a car, absolutely crushing it and destroying all its windows. Homelander is hyperventilating, very clearly having a panic attack. This isn’t looking good. He looks up and there are people looking at him, and they have their phone cameras pointed at him. He then sees the big bulky man charging at him as All Might attempts a Carolina Smash.

5.“BACK OFF!” The supersonic shout is both strong enough that not only does it break all windows in the vicinity, it also causes the bystanders’ and All Might’s ears to bleed, but it also makes All Might lose his balance and he tumbles into the ground.

6.Suddenly, Homelander’s super hearing picks up something really interesting. He hears the sounds of a kid coming toward him. It’s that green haired All Might wannabe that breaks his bones. No doubt he’s come to save All Might and the peons. Homelander grins evilly again as Deku comes into the scene. “All Might!”

7. All Might’s hearing was recovering a bit, and he looked up with a face of pure fear. “Stay away, young Midoriya!” Homelander turns towards the kid and flies at him so fast that by the time Deku sees him, the only thing he can register is the red glove that is about to turn his face into soup, until… “Missouri Smash!” All Might delivers a karate chop to the back of Homelander’s head like he did to Habit Headgear. However, Homelander quickly picks himself up and rushes at All Might and they lock arms, trying to push into the other. “All Might! I’m here to help!” “Stay away, young Midoriya!” “A hero always helps those in need, even other heroes!” “Then help the citizens! Get them to safety!”

8. Before Deku could reply, All Might shouts, “Please! GO!” Deku looks at All Might in the eyes, and reluctantly nods and runs towards the injured citizens. “Oh, you really do care.” “Unlike you, I take the time to make sure that the people I’m entrusted with are well.” All Might starts to use more force, pushing Homelander back, who’s starting to grunt and struggle.

9. “That’s swell, old man.” Homelander quickly knees All Might to the left of the bigger hero’s stomach. This causes All Might to let out a scream of pain and fall onto one knee. As All Might puts his right arm over his injury, Homelander lets out a sadistic laughter. “Look at you! THIS is Japan’s #1 hero? YOU’RE the Symbol of Peace? Good God, man, you’re weak!” An angry All Might swings at Homelander who quickly beats him to the punch by uppercutting All Might into the air. As All Might is airborne, Homelander grabs All Might’s ankle and slams him back into the ground, landing with his head on the ground and his torso facing Homelander who then uses his heat vision to strike All Might’s chest like the fatal blow from MK1, severely damaging All Might and his costume.

10. All Might starts to get up, but Homelander then grabs All Might by the head and tries to crush his head, so All Might responds by rotating his body with a lot of speed. “Oklahoma SMASH!” All Might spins so fast that he creates a vortex and Homelander can’t hold on and is once more sent flying. Homelander then flies up and up, and starts to catch his breath, trying to calm down. Too bad for him, he doesn’t have the time for that because All Might has jumped up to him, spinning into a frontal somersault and shouts “California SMASH!”, punching Homelander overhead and sending him back into the ground, cratering the asphalt and roads.

11. All Might lands in front of John, cratering the ground as well. Homelander is fully panicking now. His face is bloody, and there are helicopters flying around, no doubt news journalists reporting on the situation. His reputation is fully ruined, but… Maybe this can work… He can expose All Might in front of the whole world. All Might comes in, but John swings fast and hard at All Might’s injuries again, causing All Might to stagger. Homelander then hits All Might’s ears like he did to Blindspot, causing All Might to falter backward and his already damaged ears to bleed more, but All Might, with a lot of pain and effort, reorients himself again. They start to trade punches again, All Might punching John in the chest and Homelander punching Yagi in the face. In between the punches, we get cuts of people looking at the broadcast shouting “Don’t lose, All Might!”, including Deku. The two foes look at each other in the eyes and then attempt their final attack.

12. All Might wins through overwhelming speed and force. All Might needs to end this here and now. His colleagues were slanderized, U.A. is damaged, many citizens have died and many more, including Midoriya, were put in danger. All Might is now scowling like when he entered the U.S.J., angry that Homelander had put so many people he cared about in harm's way, both before and during their tussle.

As Homelander then attempts to punch All Might in the face again, All Might strikes first this time, breaking Homelander’s nose and sending him backward. Homelander’s little hope is crushed, and he’s crying and shouting as he charges his heat vision. “I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL KILL YOU AND EVERYONE YOU KNOW!” Homelander rushes in one more time, but All Might punches him again, dizzying Homelander. “Hey, villain… Have you ever heard these words before?! Go beyond! PLUS! ULTRA!” The final punch sends Homelander flying towards the horizon, his body now dismembered. All Might lifts his fist in victory like in the aftermath of his fight with All For One in Kamino. We cut to see the crowds looking at the broadcast of All Might’s victory, and there is rapturous applause and cheering. All Might stands victorious.

13. Homelander wins by being his diabolical self. Homelander is able to quickly strike All Might’s face again, this time giving All Might a bloody nose and incapacitates him like Blindspot. One more strong fist to All Might’s injuries, and All Might falls back, coughing up blood, and in a puff of smoke and steam, we see the skeletal and physically weak Toshinori Yagi. We cut to see people crying and in shock. Deku in particular is simply staring, wide-eyed at the giant screen. “No… Not now…” Homelander walks up to All Might, and with venom in his voice, speaks to All Might like he did to Starlight in this scene. “I know you can still hear me, so let me tell you this: I told you to stay away. You had no chance of victory because I am the Homelander, and I can do whatever the f*** I want.” Homelander, then performs one of his MK1 fatalities. using his heat vision to slice off Toshinori’s legs from the knees and then uses heat vision on his face. All Might screams in pain until the heat vision fully passes through his head, and Homelander then slices the body in half. Homelander slowly starts to chuckle, and then starts laughing.

KO!

RESULT:

Comparison/Strengths and weaknesses:

All Might:

+ Stronger

+ Faster

+ More durable

+ More experience in fighting and smarter when it comes to battling

+ Greater stamina

+ Slightly greater versatility with Heat Vision and Super Shout

- His fights with One For All leave him with an obvious weak point which could be exploited by the Nomu from the U.S.J. incident, but this is a moot point since All Might at his best does not have this weakness

- Less versatile moveset and abilities

Homelander

+ Slightly greater versatility with Heat Vision and Super Shout

+ Flight allows for superior maneuverability

+ Believe it or not, Homelander has a healing factor, so it could be reasonable to say that he can heal faster than All Might can.

- Less experienced fighting foes equal to or greater than his caliber

- Prone to panic and breakdowns

- Doesn’t have any means to permanently injure or kill All Might. Neither All For One at his best nor a Nomu specifically engineered to fight All Might were able to kill him. They may have either permanently injured him or reduced his time limit, but they are way above Homelander’s power.

Ending puns:

"All Might truly smashed the competition."

"Homelander achieved a truly diabolical win."

MUSIC/ ORIGINAL TRACK:

Sound/Composition:

Being blunt, I don’t like “Diabolical Invincible Me”. It’s my least favorite score done for the show, namely because of the synths and instrumentation. However, “Homeland Smash" will use similar synths to convey a sense of dread and despair typically associated with Homelander. As the fight carries on, the music switches to orchestral and rock, like “Mighty” , “Symbolic”, and “Continuing The Legacy” to reference All Might’s status as a Symbol of Peace.

When Homelander is trying to intimidate All Might, the synths start heavy and oppressive. Slowly, the instrumentation starts to change. During the climax/final confrontation, it is fully orchestrated, sounding like “United States of Smash” should All Might win The song would end with the orchestration and choir closing us off in a similar way. If Homelander is the victor, then the orchestral and choir elements should sound dire and dangerous, like Mozart’s Dies Irae. Come to think of it, Dies Irae would be the perfect soundtrack for Homelander’s victory since the song’s name means “Day of Wrath”. Homelander sees himself as the God of his world, and he’d be unleashing his wrath on All Might. It’s either that, or we do something similar to the ending of “Diabolical Invincible Me”. Both work for Homelander either way. In other words, there are two different endings, depending on who is the winner.

Honestly, I think this track requires both Brandon Yates and Therewolf Media. Both have worked on “Mighty”, Brandon composed “Diabolical Invincible Me”, and Therewolf has composed two more All Might-centered tracks in the aforementioned “Symbolic” and “Continuing The Legacy”. However, because of the vibe I’m going for, synths, rock, and orchestra, both can contribute since both have done works that incorporate a bit of everything I mentioned, but it’s likely going to be a very tall order.

Name/Title: Homeland Smash

The name makes reference to All Might’s techniques and the origin of “Homelander”. Since All Might and MHA in general were inspired by D.C. and Marvel Comics, both of which originated in the U.S., “Homeland Smash” essentially becomes a second name for “United States of Smash”. If you hate Homelander, then the name spells out what All Might will do.

Cover art:

Art by me. (:

The cover art shows the passing of One For All. It is passed down seven times from one star to the next until the eighth and final receiver is instead a raised fist. Behind the fist is a giant splatter of blood to reference the highlight of gore and blood in The Boys and Compound V to contrast how both constraints obtained their powers. My original idea for the art was like Mighty where there is a smile, but we also see two eyes. One is All Might’s blue and the other is Homelander’s heat vision red eye. It would have included elements from Homelander’s cape (golden eagle holding down an American flag) but the flag shows the passing stars of One For All.

FINAL THOUGHTS AND WORDS:

I want to again mention that I considered All Might at his best, meaning All Might was analyzed when he was stronger than at the start of the series and doesn’t have his scars or a time limit on his form. I added the injuries and true form to the fight here because I think it would make for a great story when integrated well.

This has been one of my favorite MUs to work on. I love the MU itself, and I had a lot of ideas when writing this, not to mention I had some fun connecting it with my previous MHA VS The Boys MU where I tried to set up a story and crossover aspect. If I get more into Billy and Stain, maybe I’ll write something for that MU. Truthfully, I think this may have been my best suggestion thus far. While the creative juices flowed for Iida VS A-Train, they were a stream to this episode’s river of creative flow. I love my suggestions for Azula VS Cinder, Trunks VS The Luminary, Palpatine VS Xehanort, and Chaos VS Kyogre, but I genuinely believe that this suggestion is my best. I find it somewhat impressive because I wrote the ideas of what I wanted and the fight in just a few days, making it my fastest suggestion yet. I just took a lot of time to get it fully fleshed out because of my exams and to iron out some details.

I also genuinely believe that no matter what shape or form this MU takes, it has the potential to become one of the best episodes in DB!’s history.

IDEAS THAT I HAD:

1. Show All Might with a scowl like when villains invaded the USJ

2. Homelander attempts to kill civilians only for All Might to immediately stop him.

3. Homelander spreads panic and All Might spreads hope as they fight across the city.

4. Heat vision cuts off one of All Might’s limbs.

5. Homelander thought that flight could save him only for All Might to New Hampshire Smash into him and then knocking Homelander down with a California Smash or to launch pressurized winds.

6. Homelander’s super shout disorienting or even permanently deafening All Might

7. Homelander starts to have a breakdown as All Might refuses to give up and gains an advantage

8. “A Hero has so much to lose, I know you heard these words before, let me teach you what they mean, PLUS ULTRA!”

9. Homelander laughing evilly as he emerges victorious after using his heat vision vitality for victory. “I’m the Homelander, I do whatever the f*** I want” right before killing All Might.

10. MK1 clash reference

11. All Might lifting his left fist up when victorious

12. End up in Kamino

13. Deku and others try to intervene only for All Might to tell them to back away, and Homelander tries to hurt both of them

14. Homelander strikes All Might’s injuries, attempting to revert him to his true form in front of the public

15. The setup has us passing through a street covered in graffiti and propaganda, hearing a radio newscast or a TV broadcast like Leon S. Kennedy VS Frank West

THANK YOU AND I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS!

NEXT TIME…!

"Link start!” 

Kazuto has activated the Nerve Gear and he passed through the white tunnel and the colored neon streaks. He awoke standing in the middle of the Colinia arena in SAO where he fought Heathcliff. That was a long time ago. He looked in front of him and there stood his foe. He was wearing shades, black shirt and pants, black boots, and a sweet black coat like the first one he wore. Kirito thought that he looked like the protagonist of a movie that gave him deja vú… Both immediately make eye contact and walk towards the center of the arena, stopping within three meters from each other. Kirito opens the menu and sends a duel request. “Ready?” The man simply said, “Yeah.” and accepted the request. Kirito draws his swords and gets ready, and Neo enters a martial arts stance as the timer above them starts to count down.

3… 2… 1…

DUEL START/FIGHT!

Neo VS Kirito (The Matrix VS Sword Art Online) 

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Wow... What an amazing fight. Honestly, I thought Homelander was going to win, though I desperately want All Might to win. Personally, I think All Might fighting post-AFO is a tough case to make, since Homelander is a pretty heavy hitter. Granted, All Might at his best came close against Might Guy while Homelander got easily stomped by Omniman. Overall, I like this fight, and I'm curious to see what comes next with THE ONE against KIRITO.

PS - YOU READY FOR NEXT WEEK?!

[probablygayattorneys]

Okay, to all my gamer guys, gals, and non-binary pals. My knowledge of Sonic is really just “he’s blue and goes fast and Lani Minella is in the series” but my brother kind of threw me into the deep end with Sonic Adventure 2, so I don’t really know what I’m doing or who all these guys are or what their deal is (except for Shadow, Chet told me about Maria because he needed to tell someone about people cheering at the Sonic Symphony).

But in an early cutscene, someone said something about the chaos emeralds, and I said “Oh. I should know what those are, shouldn’t I?” And right as Sonic said “I see what this is about now.” My brother said “Not really. They’re kind of a macguffin.”

So, uh… is he telling the truth? Or is he lying because he enjoys watching me panic when I don’t have all the information? And what else should I know about?

[bistaxx]

Honestly k!Staxx and k!Quackity's dynamic was extremely underrated like yes they were mother and son but more importantly I firmly they would've casually sold each other to satan should the opportunity come up

[stromuprisahat]

... Tumbleton woke in the black of night to screams and shouts. Outside the town walls, the camps were burning. Columns of armored knights were pouring in from north and west, wreaking slaughter, the clouds were raining arrows, and a dragon was swooping down upon them, terrible and fierce. Thus began the Second Battle of Tumbleton. The dragon was Seasmoke, his rider Ser Addam Velaryon, determined to prove that not all bastards need be turncloaks. How better to do that than by retaking Tumbleton from the Two Betrayers, whose treason had stained him? Singers say Ser Addam had flown from King’s Landing to the Gods Eye, where he landed on the sacred Isle of Faces and took counsel with the Green Men. The scholar must confine himself to known fact, and what we know is that Ser Addam flew far and fast, descending on castles great and small whose lords were loyal to the queen, to piece together an army. Many a battle and skirmish had already been fought in the lands watered by the Trident, and there was scarce a keep or village that had not paid its due in blood … but Addam Velaryon was relentless and determined and glib of tongue, and the river lords knew much and more of the horrors that had befallen Tumbleton. By the time Ser Addam was ready to descend on Tumbleton, he had near four thousand men at his back. The great host encamped about the walls of Tumbleton outnumbered the attackers, but they had been too long in one place. Their discipline had grown lax, and disease had taken root as well; the death of Lord Ormund Hightower had left them without a leader, and the lords who wished to command in his place were at odds with one another. So intent were they upon their own conflicts and rivalries that they had all but forgotten their true foes. Ser Addam’s night attack took them completely unawares. Before the men of Prince Daeron’s army even knew they were in a battle, the enemy was amongst them, cutting them down as they staggered from their tents, as they were saddling their horses, struggling to don their armor, buckling their sword belts.

The Princess and the Queen × Fire and Blood (George R. R. Martin)

[chaotic-orphan]

Brain: we have some downtime, we should work on our WIPS

Me: *Does not look at all my other WIPs*… new idea just dropped

Brain: but our WIPs

Me: already working on new idea ahuh yeah, I know, this one first

Okay, just a disclaimer at the start of this. I am currently studying law, which is crazy because I have seen other Whump authors of note who also study law so guys I think we have a type and can be weeded out. Anyways, unimportant, but I want to do a whumpy legal series that will satisfy and combine my two loves.

Honestly knowing me, will it be a series or an orphaned WIP who knows! Anyways, enjoyyyy~

*~*~*~*~*

Lawyer was happy that Senior Partner of the Firm had given them this new case. To be fair, Partner was the one that recruited Lawyer to the firm to begin with, so it made sense that they would want Lawyer to do well. Partner would help them get the good cases, and Lawyer would win them to impress the members of the board.

This was just how it went in the legal ecosystem. I scratch your back, you scratch mine.

Lawyer had recruited Paralegal who had been making eyes at them ever since their hire to help them with the cases and over the time they spent together behind the scenes, they had become a good team.

Lawyer knew more law than Paralegal, and Paralegal helped to bring Lawyer back down to the real world when their brain worked overtime and went too far intellectually. Paralegal knew more about how the administrative process worked, telling Lawyer exactly what forms to file and by when, going back and forth with opposing counsels Paralegals and all in all, they were a good team.

Lawyer was feeling good about their career.

Until the first day in court of one particular case.

It was only going to be Lawyer, the judge and opposing counsel. Lawyer was a little less happy about impressing a smaller audience but it didn’t really matter that the hearing would be short and intimate.

It was simple matter, just a filing for another company’s books and business logs before entering into a business relationship.

Paralegal told them that this kind of thing was normal in the process, that most of what Lawyer had to learn was how things actually worked as opposed to how Lawyer thought they should work.

Lawyer told Paralegal that the two should be synonymous, which made Paralegal laugh and roll their eyes. It made a little light bloom in Lawyers chest and they had a certain pep in their step as they walked into the courthouse.

They met Judge outside, smiling and shaking their hand, and thanking them for their time in presiding over the hearing.

“You really are new, aren’t you?” Judge said, a derisive snort to their words even though their expression remained pleasant.

“Yes your Honour.”

“Partner’s new one, right? Lawyer?”

“Partner must speak highly of me. I’ve told them to stop singing my praises,” said Lawyer with a charming smile and even got Judge to laugh.

“One would hope, Lawyer,” Judge said. Very neutral and friendly and respectful, everything a judge should be. Just warm enough to be civil, just cold enough to not cross that professional boundary. Judge looked at their watch on their wrist, so Lawyer did as well.

It wasn’t anything flashy which momentarily stunned and short circuited Lawyer’s brain. It was simple, analog, with a worn and ragged strap hanging by a thread to keep it together.

Old.

Poor.

Not designer at all, and Lawyer acted like they didn’t see a thing. Just stored that information away for another time.

“Do you know opposing counsel?” Judge asked conversationally and Lawyer shook their head, the pair looking at the Courthouse’s steps.

“I’m afraid not. My Paralegal was helping me with their correspondence.”

Judge raised an eyebrow but said nothing more. Then their eyes crinkled and something about them looked homely for a minute, before they said: “they are the favourite in their firm, Lawyer. Maybe a couple years your senior. They won’t let the case go.”

Lawyer’s smile stayed on. “Your Honour that only makes me want to win more.”

Judge smiled, and inside Lawyer felt the same relief when they submitted an assignment or aced an exam. As if they had passed some test that Judge had left for them with their words.

Judge’s eyes caught something Lawyer didn’t and they smiled politely at the Courthouse’s door. “Ah, Rival. Punctual as ever.”

Lawyer’s blood ran cold but they fought to keep the smile on their face and remain unaffected and detached. Their heart gave them away. It was hammering against their ribs, threatening to crack them in two, kicking in Lawyer’s adrenaline for fight or flight as they followed Judge turning away from them to face their opposing Counsel.

“Please, Judge,” that cool voice said with it’s low lilting rumble. “That’s what watches are for. I am simply on time, I wasn’t aware of a party beforehand.”

Lawyer’s eyes went to Rival’s as he extended a hand to shake with Judge and greet them as politely and clinical as was usual in greetings.

Rival looked… annoyingly immaculate.

His face a portrait of sharp angles not even an artist could perfect, but an architect or an engineer in the sheer precision it would require. His hair was from a model’s catalogue, long, but not going past their shoulders and be bold. Just enough to be on trend and add a bit of fashion to the industry. The same with his stubble that lined his jaw evenly and gave him a more intimidating look.

When his green eyes settled on Lawyer it was with that same aggravatingly knowing look that he always knew more than Lawyer ever did. That he was always one step ahead In whatever he set his mind to, or against.

Lawyer was the one to offer their hand first, their charming smile still oozing confidence to any passer by walking past the large windows of the courthouse.

It would have been perfect.

If it wasn’t Rival who was looking into them, who seemed to know what Lawyer was thinking or saying or doing before Lawyer did.

Rival took Lawyers hand. The moment they made contact Lawyer wished they hadn’t. It was as if Rival was hooking Lawyer up to a battery and trying to jumpstart something inside them that threatened to become destructive and dangerous. Trying to draw out the fear of the past, but Lawyer, to their own amazement, withstood the handshake and the pleasantries.

“Lawyer, look at you. All grown up.”

“I’ve heard some interesting things about you recently, Rival, you’ve done well for yourself.”

Lawyer wasn’t about to mention that the recent part of the news was two minutes ago but that could stay between Lawyer and Judge. Rival would never have to know.

Rival smiled though it’s edges were sharper than their cheekbones and said, “we should catch up after this. Have a few drinks.”

It wasn’t an offer.

Lawyer learned that the hard way.

Lawyer just smiled and dropped Rival’s hand. “Speaking of, shall we?”

Judge nodded and turned to the doors behind them, big heavy wooden doors. Old. Mahogany if Lawyer would have to guess, but Lawyer would only notice something so benign when they were trying to distract themselves from the rich cologne of Rival’s aftershave that was threatening to overwhelm them with its subtlety.

Courtroom three.

Small.

Quaint.

Fit for purpose.

Exactly what Paralegal had explained and told Lawyer of when they were talking about the case after a long day of work. Over food. Lawyers idea.

“I’d say it’ll be courtroom three, but maybe the Judge will just do it in their quarters, although… that’s not very official. Or usual.”

“Courtroom three then. Is it nice?”

Paralegal paused, chopsticks hovering loosely above their box of chow mein. “It’s very… austere.”

Lawyer almost pouted. Almost.

They walked to their desk, Rival walked to theirs and then the Judge disappeared into the Judge’s quarters to get their robe and official documents or whatever judges did in their quarters.

Lawyer set their briefcase down on the chair beside them, unzipping it and taking out their own files and paperwork.

They glanced over at Rival to see that he was already staring at Lawyer, eyes as sharp as a hawk’s. Rival was standing, file on the table, prepared and ready to work, briefcase on the ground beside their feet.

Lawyer glanced back at their own briefcase which was less fancy and more flimsy, and had to stop themselves from fixing its position and copying Rival’s set up.

They remained in silence, except for the occasional noise from the judge’s quarters and Lawyer wanted so badly to break it. To say something. Anything. Just to not deal with this stupid tension filled anticipation of nothing.

The worst part wasn’t the silence, though, it was Rival’s silence which was its own breed of torture. Colder than the arctic winds and harsher than a Russian Winter. What made it worse was that Lawyer could feel Rival’s twisted enjoyment of Lawyer’s suffering, literally suffering in silence.

It wasn’t a moment too soon when Judge emerged from their room into the court. Lawyer felt a sudden reassurance flood them that they never felt around Rival. As if they knew that Rival couldn’t do anything now, here, with Judge in the room and observing them both.

The battle ground that stretched from Lawyer’s side of the court to Rival’s felt more even, and suddenly Lawyer remembered why they were here, and all the work that had gone into getting them here.

All the time they had spent with Paralegal.

With Judge in the room, Lawyer’s easy confidence came back and they were suddenly Lawyer again, the Lawyer Partner had trusted with this case. The one that had to impress the board members of the firm. The one that had to prove to Paralegal that their work together wasn’t worthless that Lawyer could still be useful.

“I will begin this Hearing thusly,” said Judge with their professional judge’s voice that oozed authority, very different from their polite and civil manner. As soon as the robes went on Judge seized to be a person and became apart of the Legal Process that Paralegal had told Lawyer so much about. “Apologies for the peculiarity of today, I am recording this session as the Courthouse’s stenographer is currently in the Caribbean on his honeymoon. To which, we wish a heartfelt and sincere congratulations, Dave.”

Lawyer and Rival blinked up at Judge who smiled lavishly at the pair, a devilish kind of indulgence. “Dave has to listen back and record these meetings when he gets home. Dave, please strike all this from the record. Lovely man. Ahem, anyways…”

“It is August 7th of the Gregorian calendar year of 2023. The matter of today’s hearing is merely one of disclosure and discovery. The claimant, Company, wishes to see the books of the Defendant before they wish to proceed with their intention to create a contractual relationship with Defendants company. Are we all agreed?”

“Yes your honour,” they echoed back.

Judge looked to Lawyer then and nodded. “Counsel for the Claimant will present their case first.”

“Yes, Your Honour. The matter is clear cut and simple. It is as you presented succinctly. My client, Company, simply wishes to know who they are going into business with before any hands are shook or deals are signed.”

Judge nodded. Their eyes went to Rival then. “And the defence? Do you have any objections to the motion for discovery?”

“Yes your Honour.”

Lawyer frowned. Judge frowned. Lawyer glanced over at Rival then back to Judge. Judge nodded, though Lawyer noted the short rise and fall of their chest, as if they let out a quiet sigh. “Proceed.”

“Thank you, your Honour,” said Rival, quite politely with a humble nod of deference that Lawyer would have laughed at if someone else had done it. “My client, Defendant Company, has and always intends to conduct business on the basis of trust. They are a reputable business and operate how they have always operated. It is family founded, built and led, and it is simply the current owners way of honouring his father, and his father’s father before him.”

“Tradition is the reason to deny discovery to a potential business partner?” Judge asked, the dispassionate tone matching his look of subtle disapproval.

“Yes your honour.”

“Your Honour, if I may,” Lawyer chimed in and Judge didn’t stop them so they proceeded. “The rules of knowing your business partner before entering into relations is how business has been done for generations—“

Lawyer said pointedly glancing at Rival as they said it. “With today’s climate of uncertainty, my client thinks it is prudent to be prepared rather than have to face a caveat emptor situation whereby—“

“Objection, your honour. Caveat emptor isn’t relevant here. The product is not from a third party, it is the business relationship as a whole that is on offer here.”

Judge looked a bit annoyed but they shot Lawyer a glance that could almost be apologetic. “Objection sustained, Lawyer please reword your statement.”

Lawyer didn’t bristle. They remained calm and cool. Professional. “Of course your honour. I didn’t mean to invoke the doctrine of Caveat Emptor, more the principles of it. That the buyer beware of the exact business they are entering into should the relationship turn sour.”

Judge raised their eyebrows and turned their head to Rival.

“As the opposing counsel presented your honour, in today’s climate of business it is more essential than ever to create and enforce trust between business partners. I do not see why on a legal basis they have the right, or need, to look at my clients books as to whether or not they would like to enter into a business relationship.”

“Need I say that both businesses operate parallel in the economic biosphere of our city. What my client fears, and is reluctant to divulge,” Rival said, turning their head slightly inclining it towards Lawyer.

The movement was so small. So imperceptible, but it crushed Lawyers chest like an anvil falling on a piano. That was Rival’s tell, their victory lap, because they had already decided that they won.

“…is that the opposition’s client,” Rival continued, “Company, may decide against pursuing a business relationship at all with my client and take up business with another company. This will cause an unfair advantage for the claimants company, and upset the carefully curated social rules and governance of our city’s economy.”

Judge screwed their mouth up, and Lawyer knew they lost. It was as if Judge had put a pin in Lawyer’s ever present good mood.

This is the first time they lost and they were already swamped in grief without the gavel to signal the death. Because that’s what it felt like. Like Lawyer could see their entire career dying before them.

Thanks to Rival.

It had to be Rival.

They should have come more prepared. Stayed later, worked harder. They wasted Paralegal’s time, Jesus— shit! They still had to face Paralegal.

“With regards to the current situation of a potential business relationship going hypothetically awry, I will have to dismiss the motion for discovery in favour of the defendants objection.”

Judge looked at Lawyer when they spoke again, directing the words to them in earnest. “The law does not operate within hypotheticals and potentials, and it would be a significant error, and violation, of traditional business relations if I filed to accept your motion on behalf of your client, As there is no legal basis to file for this motion, I rule this request as denied. Thank you counsel.”

“Your Honour,” Rival said immediately with a nod.

Lawyer said it a beat after, a bit in a stupor.

Judge rose from the podium, turning off the recording and went back to their chambers to de-robe. Lawyer could hear Rival cleaning up. They heard the hard leather land on the table and the locks click open.

Professional.

Neat.

Organised.

Lawyer looked like an idiot beside them.

Lawyer watched almost forlornly as Judge disappeared behind the door to the Judge’s private quarters, leaving them open and vulnerable to Rival. They felt like a baby bird who fell out of it’s nest right beside a hungry cat with two gleaming hungry eyes and claws sharper than thorns.

“It was a poor motion to pursue,” said Rival, their voice velvety and consoling. It sprung Lawyer into action, taking their own briefcase and hastily putting their papers away. “Businesses do this all the time, Lawyer, it’s okay.”

“You’re not my tutor anymore, Rival. You don’t get to dictate how I feel.”

“I can’t even try and cheer you up as a friend?”

“You were never my friend,” said Hero with a shrug as they zipped up their briefcase and turned to leave.

Rival stood there, blocking their path. Tall, dressed in their designer navy suit with a crisp white button down and a hand held loosely in one pocket. A perfect imitation of a human being, without having the characteristics of one.

“That’s harsh, Lawyer.”

“And yet, true. You’ll have to excuse me.”

Rival didn’t move, didn’t blink. He just stood there, looking down at Lawyer, expression imperceptible. “Come have drinks with me.”

Lawyer scoffed. “To celebrate?”

“It is one loss Lawyer,” said Rival, tone hard. Lawyer sent a cutting glare up at Rival, their eyes narrowed to the dangerous point of a dagger.

“Would you accept it?” Lawyer asked, furious. Rival blinked. That was all the answer Lawyer needed. “Exactly. Excuse me. I need to get back to work.”

Lawyer brushed by Rival and this time, Rival let them. “I’ll find you after work then,” said Rival, and Lawyer shook their head but didn’t turn back around. It wasn’t an offer they could refuse, but right now Lawyer would take all of the agency they could get.

It took getting out into the fresh open air, with sunlight smiling on their skin before Lawyer let their shoulders sag an inch. Just for a moment.

A long, gratuitous inhale, and a satisfying filling exhale.

Then they fixed their posture and continued down the courthouse steps, their easy mask of confidence returning.

[betterbooksandthings]

"Manipulating morality is a fine thing. It might be why books where the villain is actually the hero just hit right.

This inversion of the hero-versus-villain dynamic plays with our ideas of the public perception of good versus bad. Oftentimes, systems of power are not inherently just, but they establish a set of rules and laws that govern goodness and badness on a large scale.

It is much easier to see wealthy, powerful people as good because, if you follow the just world fallacy, they have worked hard to deserve it. On the flip side, if things are going wrong, by the same principle, it is their fault. Just like many psychological principles, it is just one of those things that often feels intuitively correct but is not.

However, the underlying idea makes a “the villain is actually the hero” setup compelling. It disproves the just world fallacy and reveals a darker truth about the broken systems of justice. “The villain is actually the hero” also sets out to correct historic antisemitic, racist, ableist, and homophobic villainous tropes.

Sometimes, the histories and social structures we are taught growing up misidentify goodness and heroism. The only way to correct it is to go through the difficult process of discovering the truth that the hero was the bad guy all along. “The villain is actually the hero” is always satisfying because even when no one else notices the hero is the problem, the villain is there to thwart them."

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

gnnnnsnsnnnn forcing myself not to go after posts from 2019 that lack nuance

[ripplesinthesand]

forget about pro/anti jedi arguments or whether tlj sucked or anything like that let's get into star wars soundtrack discourse. anakin's dark deeds > anakin's betrayal and it's not even close.

[ofdrivensnow]

okay so todays the day ☝️. after months and months of saying one day i’d make this anti hero type character and u guys encouraging me (thank you 🥹) i finally did it. 🫢 in short summary, he’s basically coryos better hearted and (funner) twin. he’s a lot better at being mischievous (and executing plans) than coryo LOLL. they do share the same funny thoughts and low tolerance for people that annoy them. and he may be judgy and a jealous bone too, but he has a different thought process than coryo on that. he’s less narrow minded. he has a room to grow and be better. (unlike coryo, who doesn’t think he needs to change.) he’s constantly battling between if he wants to be bad or good (but ends up choosing good). he pretends he doesnt care for people, but cares a great deal for humanity and he’d easily go to jail protecting someone lol (despite him telling you otherwise). another thing thats different is he’s super playful— mostly when you get to know him. hes like a balance of serious and being silly. he also likes to prank a LOT bc hes based from jack frosts son, so it only makes sense. he loves to be very artsy, its like a creative outlet for him to get out his sad and dark feelings. in my disney verse hes a prince and in my thg verses hes the presidents son who can make a huge impact on panem. (for the worse or the better, its up to him🫢) shh, def for the good. i have quite a few verses made, including a hunger games on there too that can easily fit tbosas AND any timeline from thg - mockingjay. (i have a verse page on there if you wanna read more about that verse) so if you want to keep knowing more and write with me there, you def can! 🩵❄️ my new blog is @glacierheart !!

[doumadono]

Warnings: smut w/o plot, first time, creampie, unprotected p in v

A/N: during his first time with you, Bakugo is caught off guard by the expression you make

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II

Katsuki Bakugo wasn’t used to feeling uncertain, and he wasn’t sure he liked it. In fact, he hated it. Confidence was a part of him, woven into every fiber of his being, but tonight, as he hovered over you, his cock buried within the warmth and slickness of your tight pussy, his heart racing in tandem with yours, doubt had snuck in like an unwelcome visitor. Fearless and brimming with confidence, the young pro hero who could take on nearly any opponent without breaking a sweat now found himself in uncharted territory. 

Bakugo had never been this close to someone before. Sure, he'd been in countless fights, bodies colliding in the heat of battle, his skin pressed against opponents in the chaos of combat. But this? This was different  - this was intimacy on a level he'd never known. It was raw, vulnerable, and new. His heart pounded, not from adrenaline, but from the weight of the moment. It was his first time, and thankfully, it was with the person he cared for the most, the one he loved with every fiber of his being - Y/N.

You were warm and soft beneath him, your skin flushed and glistening with a fine sheen of sweat as he moved against you with a mix of urgency and care. His breath was ragged, heavy, and every touch of his fingers against your skin seemed to ignite a trail of fire that left you gasping for more. His hands roamed your body, firm but gentle, as if memorizing every curve, every inch of you. 

His lips brushed your neck, tracing the delicate skin there as you arched into him, your body responding instinctively to every subtle shift in his thrusts. His name escaped your lips, breathless and soft, and the sound of it seemed to fuel him further.

Wet, sloshing sounds filled the room. You were hot down there, your pussy now a frothy heaven for Bakugo’s cock. His dick bumped and rubbed against your insides, reaching places that made you whimper and your lips tremble. 

Katsuki picked up the pace, and you grabbed his ass and hooked your heels over the back of his massive thighs. His hands, usually rough and calloused, were tentative now, roaming across your hips and thighs with an almost unfamiliar gentleness. "Is this good?" he asked, his usual gruff tone softened by a vulnerability he wasn't used to.

You could only nod, a soft moan escaping your lips as his lips found your neck, teeth grazing your skin in a way that made your entire body shiver. You were already lost in the sensation, but Bakugo was hyper-aware of everything - of how your body moved beneath him, of the rise and fall of your chest, and especially the way your face started to change as the pleasure built between you. His cock was thick, and you moaned whenever your pussy stretched further, trying desperately to accommodate him fully. 

Bakugo was cautious, almost too much so, taking his time with every touch, every caress. The weight of his inexperience pressed heavily on his shoulders. He sped up as the warm lick of your sweet pussy wet his crown, and your spongy walls hugged his reddened glans in a velvet blanket of softness. Bakugo moved faster, a little harder with every thrust.

You smiled up at him, your breath hitching slightly as his rough fingers slid over your skin. “Just like that, Katsuki, fuck me harder,” you begged, rolling head backwards, resting it on his pillow.

His sharp, crimson eyes studied you, searching for any sign of discomfort. He was fiercely protective, always wanting to do things perfectly, even if it was something as foreign to him as this. He moved with a cautious eagerness, his normally confident demeanor tempered by the weight of wanting to make sure he wasn’t hurting you while his rock-hard cock was penetrating your slick vagina.

But then it happened. As he pressed forward, his hips meeting yours in a slow, deliberate rhythm, he noticed something - your face. 

It started to shift, contorting into something unfamiliar. Your lips parted, eyes fluttering closed as a moan escaped you, but it wasn’t the sound that made him freeze.

“Wait - wait, what’s wrong?” Katsuki suddenly stopped, his hands gripping your waist as he pulled back just slightly, the tip of his cock still in your sweet pussy, his heart thudding in his chest.

You opened your eyes, half-lidded and dazed, looking up at him with a dreamy, confused expression. “What?” you breathed, your voice thick with desire. “Why did you stop, Katsy?”

He blinked, completely thrown off by your reaction. “Your face…” His brows furrowed deeply, voice dropping lower in hesitation. “You looked like you were in pain.”

You stared at him for a moment, processing what he said. Then, much to his bewilderment, a soft chuckle escaped your lips, your head tipping back onto the pillow. “Katsuki… I wasn’t in pain,” you assured him, still smiling up at him. “I was- " You hesitated, eyes sparkling with amusement. " -just really close.”

He blinked, clearly confused. “Close to what?”

You bit your lip, a shy smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Close to cumming.”

Bakugo's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. His grip on your hips loosened, and for a moment, the cocky hero was at a loss for words. “Tch!”

You laughed softly, leaning up to kiss him gently, your lips brushing against his in a way that made his heart race. “You’re doing great, Katsuki. You’re not hurting me. You’re making me feel really, really good.”

Bakugo’s face flushed a deep crimson, his mind racing as he stared at you. “I think I found your sweet spot.”

“Yeah,” you interrupted with a grin, reaching up to brush a strand of his blond hair from his forehead. “I was about to come, and you apparently hit my gspot.”

His eyes widened, mortification flickering across his face. “Shit…” he muttered, running a hand through his damp hair in frustration. “I thought I hurt you or something.”

You shook your head, your hand finding his again, giving it a gentle squeeze. “No, Katsuki. You were perfect.” You couldn't help but smile softly, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “It’s my o-face.”

His brows knitted together in confusion. “What the hell is an o-face?”

You laughed softly, your fingers trailing down his arm as you explained. “It’s the face people make when they’re close to orgasm. It’s completely normal, trust me.”

Bakugo stared at you for a long moment, the tension in his shoulders slowly easing as your words sunk in. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” you reassured him with a gentle kiss on his lips. “You didn’t hurt me. You’re just making me feel so good. Like I would be on cloud nine.”

His face flushed again, but this time with a mixture of pride and embarrassment. “Tch! Should’ve fucking known,” he muttered, trying to play it off, but you could see the relief in his eyes.

He had never been more unsure of himself. Not in training, not in battle, and certainly not here, in this moment, with you.

That look on your face - the way your eyes had rolled back, the way your mouth hung open, the way your tongue slid out of your mouth and lolled like a slug - it stuck with him. He couldn't shake it. 

He watched it carefully this time, his sharp gaze never leaving your face as his rock-hard dick moved inside you, adapting your plush walls to his shape. The way your breath hitched, the way your body arched beneath his touch - it was the same, but something felt off. Your eyes were wider, almost unnaturally so, and your mouth hung open in a way that unnerved him. It wasn’t the same as the night before, and it sent a cold shiver down his spine.

His hands roamed across your body, fingers digging into your flesh just enough to leave a mark. He pressed his hips harder against yours, eliciting a gasp from you as his cock hit just the right spot. He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through your chest as he dipped his head down to bite gently at your neck when your pussy started convulsing all around his dick. “You’re gonna make that face again, ain’t ya?” he muttered against your skin, his voice husky with need.

You nodded, barely able to form coherent words. “Katsuki, please… don’t stop this time…”

That was all the encouragement he needed. His pace quickened, each thrust sending you closer to the edge, and this time, when your face began to contort again - your eyes rolling back, mouth falling open - he didn’t stop. He relished it. He knew now that he was the one driving you to that peak, and the thought of making you feel that good sent a surge of pride and arousal through him. “Fuck…” he muttered under his breath, watching you fall apart beneath him. “You look so hot like that, babe.”

This time, when your face contorted with pleasure, Bakugo didn’t freeze. He kept going, fueled by the knowledge that he wasn’t hurting you, but instead giving you exactly what you needed.

“Katsuki-” you gasped, your hands clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as your climax ripped through you. Your body convulsed beneath him, and this time, he didn’t freeze. He kept going, riding out your orgasm as you moaned his name, your voice ragged and breathless.

How own orgasm trembled within him. The pleasure started in his thighs, buzzing up to his tight balls and into his core, then through his shaft. His knob tingled, and his cock swelled, still buried within your dripping pussy. He gasped and fucked you faster, gliding in and out of your soaking wet valley as his body began to shake. Colors and lights soared behind his clenched eyelids. 

You bucked your pussy against Bakugo, rolling your hips in a sensuous circle as you flooded your crotches with your wet, sticky cum, moaning his name on and on.

The torrent that streamed through his shaft erupted from his reddened tip in one continuous river, filling your vagina as he trembled above your sweated body, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m cumming…”

When you both finally came down from the high, your body trembling with aftershocks, Bakugo slowed his movements, his breathing heavy and labored. He looked down at you, his chest heaving as he smirked, clearly satisfied with the result. “Fuck. I fucking love the face you make when you’re getting off,” he growled, rubbing his nose against yours as he pulled his flaccid cock out of you, satisfied in more ways than one while watching your mixed releases, a pearly, thick liquid, spilling out of your pussy and dripping down on his sheets.

Bakugo grinned, his cocky demeanor returning in full force. “Damn, that’s so fucking hot,” he muttered before rolling to the side, pulling you into his arms. “Next time, just warn me if you’re about to make that face again. I don’t wanna freak out like an idiot.”

You smiled, snuggling closer to him. “I’ll try.

[winterarmyy]

Against All Odds | Part I

An arranged marriage with the duke's illegitimate son!bucky.

Summary: In a medieval kingdom where magic and political intrigue are woven into the fabric of society, Y/N, the youngest daughter of a noble Earl family, finds herself in an arranged marriage to James Buchanan Barnes, the illegitimate son of the Duke. Known as the Winter Soldier, Bucky's reputation as a monster in war had instilled anxiety into Y/N's heart. But that fear quickly begins to crumble when she discovers that her husband is not the brutal figure society depicts him to be.

Navigation: Part I | Part II | Part III (end)

Words: 8.1k++

Pairing: duke's illegitimate son!bucky x noble!female!reader

Warnings: fantasy/medieval au, i did not write this with much knowledge of fantasy nor medieval lore. I write it solely for plot and the couple dynamic lmao. if you're expecting full blown fantasy novel; this ain't it, man. anyways, 18+ contents, no minors allowed, nsfw, cunnilingus, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, loss of virginity, praise kink, breeding kink (if you squint), marking kink (i think), soft fluffy smut, a wee bit of dirty talk. soft!reader and even softer!bucky. (idk what else, so tell me if there's something i miss.)

P/S: This is the fic for an idea I had earlier this year. The first chapter will only cover the original post but what happens next is something you will need to look forward on the upcoming chapters. Enjoy your read!

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Y/N stood in front of the grand mirror in her chamber, her reflection staring back at her with wide, fearful eyes. The delicate lace of her wedding dress was the opposite of the twisting anxiety in her stomach. Today, she was to marry James Buchanan Barnes, the illegitimate son of the Duke of the kingdom, a man labelled to be more beast than human.

He was known as the Winter Soldier, a title whispered with both fear and awe. Tales of his gruesome feats in battle, his merciless brutality, and his cold, metal arm was deemed as a horror story for the children in the kingdom. People spoke of him as a monstrous weapon, a beast moulded by the Emperor to do his bidding without question or hesitation. 

Y/N had heard the stories many times before; and it has always been a hushed conversation that floats around whether a ballroom of a gala, or at the tables of the garden parties, sometimes even in between the racks of books in the library.

They always painted a picture of a man who lived only for war, devoid of humanity.

She couldn't help but let these tales feed her imagination. What kind of man was he truly? Did he revel in the violence, or was he a prisoner to his fate? Y/N shuddered at the thought, her heart heavy with fear and uncertainty.

Her father, the Earl, had made it clear why she needed to marry him. It was a political manoeuvre, a strategic alliance to strengthen their family's position. The duke, Bucky's father, wielded considerable power, and their union would bring the Earl closer to the heart of the kingdom's influence. 

And when he heard that the duke was looking for a wife for his bastard son, he knew that she would be perfect. That was when Y/N, the youngest daughter, became the pawn in this game. Her father's ambitions certainly outweighed any consideration for her feelings or desires.

Y/N had always longed for a marriage of love, a dream she clung to despite her circumstances. She was a hopeless romantic through and through; much like her late mother. She remembered the nights when her mother would read to her and her siblings, spinning tales of prince charming and valiant heroes.

The fire crackled warmly in the hearth as her mother’s soothing voice filled the room. Y/N and her siblings, her older brother Eric and sister Clara, lay tucked under blankets, their eyes wide with wonder.

"And then the prince, with a heart full of love, swept the princess into his arms, vowing to protect her forever," her mother read, her voice a melodic whisper.

Y/N, her eyes sparkling with innocence, declared, "When I grow up, I want to marry a prince charming too!"

Clara, ever the practical one, nodded in agreement. "Me too! He has to be brave and kind."

Eric, being a little boy, scrunched his nose in distaste. "I don’t want to get married. I want to be a knight!"

Their mother chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from Y/N’s forehead. "It does not matter if he is a prince charming or a humble knight. As long as you marry the one you love, that is what truly matters."

Y/N's heart ached at the memory. How she wished her mother were still here to guide her through this terrifying day. The gentle knock on the door brought her back to the present.

"Lady Y/N, it’s time," one of the maids said softly.

Y/N took a long and deep breath, smoothing down the fabric of her dress. She followed the maid down the corridor, her mind a swirl of emotions. Reaching the grand doors of the church, her father waited for her.

"Remember, Y/N," he said, his voice stern. "Do not mess this up. Just endure it. And you'll be fine. This is the most useful you can be to our family."

Her heart sank further; yet she nodded obediently.

Compared to Y/N, her elder brother, a celebrated swordsman, and her sister, a master in the art of business, had always outshone her in their father's eyes. Y/N's talent with languages; ancient and modern – was seen as a useless skill, something that brought no tangible benefit to the family. 

Her father had never been cruel when she was younger but everything changed when her mother died. In fact, everyone in the family had lost a piece of their soul when she left. Now, his lack of affection only increases the number of scars on her heart.

The doors opened, revealing the crowds of high-ranking nobles; who were mostly strangers – staring at her. Some were judging her; some pitied her. She reminded herself that she was doing this for her family, for the greater good. But the little girl inside her who dreamed of prince charming certainly felt a pang of sorrow.

As she walked down the aisle, her legs trembled, and her hands shook so violently that she had to clasp them together to steady herself. From afar, she saw the silhouette of the man she was destined to marry. His tall and huge figure stood out compared to anyone in the hall. As she got closer, she kept her gaze fixed on the floor, too afraid to look up at her husband-to-be.

When she finally reached the altar, the priest began the ceremony. His speech was long and dragging, giving Y/N too much time to entertain her growing curiosity that she dared to glance up at the man next to her. Even from behind the veil, she could see his towering and broad-shouldered build, his presence commanding the room. His long hair was slightly untamed, and a scruffy beard framed his face. His metal hand, glinting in the sun that leaked through the church’s windows, was a jarring reminder of the rumors that surrounded him.

There were no heartfelt vows to recite to each other; only their promise of "I do" was exchanged. And that was the first time Y/N heard his voice. It was deep and resonant, sending a shiver down her spine; but there was a certain warmth in it that contrasted sharply with his fearsome reputation.

When the priest announced their union and Bucky lifted her veil, Y/N was struck by the unexpected gentleness in his eyes. They were a brilliant, mesmerizing blue, and for a moment, she forgot to breathe. Bucky's eyes softened as he looked at her, his gaze tender and almost reverent. Slowly, he placed one hand gently around her waist, pulling her slightly closer. His other hand came up to cup her cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle against her skin.

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as he leaned in, her breath catching in her throat. When his lips met hers, they were soft, warm, and so unexpected. She could smell his cologne; an earthy, woodsy scent mixed with a hint of something fruity; like peaches or tangerines. It made her head spin and her heart jumped all at the same time. 

The kiss was gentle and unhurried, very much differs to the forceful gesture she had feared. As he pulled away, Y/N found herself blinking slowly, her cheeks flushed and her fear momentarily replaced by confusion and a surprising awe. She was caught off guard by the tenderness of his touch, the way his lips had brushed against hers so gently.

Could the rumors about him be wrong?

"I’m sorry if I startled you," he said, his voice low and gentle. "I hope I didn’t scare you, my dear."

Y/N blinked slowly, trying to process the sudden shift in her emotions. The fear that had gripped her so tightly seemed to dissipate, replaced by a confusing mix of relief and intrigue. Her hands, which had been trembling, now rested at her sides, feeling strangely steady. Her eyes met his, and she could see softness in his gaze that contradicted the harsh rumors she had heard.

“I—no, you didn’t scare me,” she managed to say; her voice barely more than a whisper. She took a deep breath, her cheeks getting warmer as she processed the endearment he just called her. On the other hand, her mind was racing as she tried to reconcile the man in front of her with the fearsome figure of the Winter Soldier.

Bucky’s eyes mellowed even further, his gaze glazed with a tenderness that seemed to pierce through the weight of the room. A warm smile spread across his face, and he held her gaze with a comforting assurance.

“Good,” he said, his voice carrying a gentle affection. “I’m glad to hear that.”

The reception that followed was a blur of faces and polite conversation. Y/N moved through the crowd, accepting congratulations and well-wishes, but her mind was elsewhere. She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to Bucky than the rumors suggested. Every time she caught his eye, he gave her a small, reassuring smile that made the butterflies inside of her go wild.

As the evening drew to a close, they were escorted to one of the Emperor’s palaces, a grand and opulent residence that was to serve as their temporary home before they traveled north to Bucky’s territory. The palace, with its lavish furnishings and golden accents, seemed to mock the uncertainty Y/N felt. She had been assigned a chamber to prepare for the night, and the palace maids were bustling around her, helping her into a set of elaborate, far-from-modest lingerie.

The palace’s maids’ whispers and side glances did nothing to ease her growing anxiety. Their condescending tones and occasional snickers were laced with cruel speculation about how roughly Bucky would treat her. The more Y/N overheard, the more her apprehension grew. Despite the gentleness Bucky had shown her earlier, she found herself doubting its sincerity.

Could he really be the caring husband he appeared to be, or was it all just an elaborate show?

The maids finally left, their laughter fading down the hallway, leaving Y/N alone in the grand chamber. Her heart raced, and cold sweat formed at her brow as she sat quietly on the edge of the ornate bed. She kept her gaze firmly on the floor, her hands fidgeting in her lap. The room felt enormous, its sheer size heightening her sense of isolation and dread.

The door creaked open, and Bucky entered the room. Y/N’s heart nearly stopped as she heard the heavy, measured footsteps approaching. She couldn’t bring herself to look up, her body tense and her mind a swirl of panic and unease. She almost held her breath entire when she felt the slight indentation of the mattress beside her.

“Y/N,” Bucky’s voice was soft and coaxing, a distinct difference to the coldness she was expecting. “Look at me.” He continued. She hesitated momentarily; torn between obeying and disobeying but ultimately decided to raise her eyes to meet his.

The sight of him; his upper body bare, revealing a tapestry of scars and the stark metal of his prosthetic arm; made her breath hitch. Her eyes traced the lines of his faded wound, particularly the jagged marks where his shoulder met his metal arm. She couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow and concern. Her fingers, almost of their own accord, reached out to trace the contours of his chest and shoulder.

Bucky let the innocence of her touch to trace the most tainted parts of him; however noting her trembling eyes, he misunderstood her apprehension. “I want you to know, Y/N,” he said, his voice firm yet gentle, “that I will never hurt you. You are safe with me.”

Y/N shook her head, her heart aching. She felt an unexplainable pain growing in her chest as she gazed at him. Her fingers still lightly touching his scars; her eyes, full of unshed tears, silently asked a question she was too afraid to voice. “Does it still hurt?” she wanted to ask, her expression betraying her concern.

Bucky’s eyes sparkled with affection, and he took her hand in his, holding it tenderly against his chest. “Don't worry. It does not hurt anymore,” he said with a reassuring smile. 

The connection between them was electric, charged with a deep, unspoken understanding. Bucky’s gaze was steady and filled with a depth of unspoken emotion that took Y/N’s breath away. “I know this is difficult for you, Y/N,” he said, his voice laden with sincerity. “But I promise, I will do everything in my power to make you happy.”

His words and the way he looked at her left Y/N feeling both comforted and overwhelmed. For the first time since their wedding, she felt a genuine, flickering hope that maybe, just maybe, their marriage could become something more than a mere political arrangement. Bucky’s assurances, his gentleness, and the tenderness in his eyes began to dissolve the fears she had harboured since the beginning of their union.

As they sat there, the weight of the night’s expectations seemed to lift, replaced by a fragile but growing trust. Y/N had entered this marriage with a sense of duty, convinced that she would have to endure the consummation of their union as a matter of obligation. But Bucky’s tenderness, his understanding, and the sincere reassurance he had given her began to change her perspective.

The idea of fulfilling her marital duty had initially felt like a burden she had to bear. She had steeled herself to face it with resignation, convinced that it was merely another part of her role in this arranged marriage. But now, she found herself reconsidering. The idea of being with him no longer felt like an obligation but a possibility of something more profound and intimate.

Y/N hands softly toyed with the delicate strings of her sheer lingerie, pulling it softly as her doe eyes signalled her husband of her intention. Bucky, sensing the shift in her demeanor, looked into her eyes with a mixture of concern and affection. “Are you sure, my dear?” he asked softly. “I want you to feel safe with me and not afraid of me.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered as she met his gaze, her own eyes reflecting the depth of her emotions. “I am,” she said with quiet conviction. “I feel safe with you, James”

Bucky's hand naturally went to brush her hair behind her ear, “It’s Bucky, my dear,” he corrected softly.

“Hmm?” she asked, slightly puzzled.

He chuckled warmly. “You can call me Bucky from now on. It’s a nickname only a selected few who I trust and love knows.” Her eyes sparkled at his choice words; trust and love.

“Bucky…” she tested the name on her tongue, the syllables feeling strangely intimate. Upon hearing his name from her lips, Bucky’s heart swelled, almost bursting from his ribcage. He hummed in approval, “That's right, my dear. I’m your Bucky.” 

His reassuring smile grew wider, his calloused thumb gently stroke her cheek causing a shiver to strum all over her nerves; sending an emerging desire. One she had not fully acknowledged until now. The way he looked at her, the pure and raw endearment in his eyes, and the softness of his touch stirred something deep within her.

As the moments passed, Y/N realised she wanted this. She wanted to feel his lips on hers, to explore the warmth of his hands, to connect with him on a level she had longed for. The yearning for his touch, which had been dormant under layers of fear and uncertainty, now surged forward with undeniable intensity.

Without fully understanding why, Y/N found herself leaning closer to him, her breath coming in soft, eager gasps. She whispered, her voice barely audible but full of longing, “Bucky, please.”

Bucky’s expression softened, and a tender light filled his blue eyes, “May I?” he asked, his voice low and gentle as he held out his hand. There a shy hesitation before she finally placed her hand in his.

With a gentle but firm pull, Bucky lifted her onto his lap, his careful hands beginning the process of undressing her. Each movement was full of care, yet almost deliberate, as he slowly removed her dress, leaving her in nothing but the flimsy lace piece covering the sacred area between her thighs.

Bucky's eyes roamed over her bare skin, admiration clear in his gaze. Y/N could feel the heat of his gaze, the way his eyes traced every curve and contour of her body. The intensity of it made her feel both vulnerable and cherished, a potent combination that sent pleasurable shivers all over her body.

Seeing the hunger in his blue eyes, she felt the warmth of his body and caught the scent of him; the same once she noticed at the church; warm and comforting. Her breath quickened, and she found herself unsure of what to do or where to place her hands, feeling like a deer caught in headlights.

Noticing the subtle panic, Bucky reached for her hands and guided them through the thick strands of his long hair. “You can touch me as you please, my dear,” he whispered, his voice soothing as he reassured her. He leaned in to kiss her bare shoulder, then moved up to her neck, along her jaw, leaving a trail of warmth on her skin.

Y/N’s fingers tangled in his hair, the softness surprising her. The intimacy of the moment, combined with his gentle kisses, began to dissolve the last remnants of her anxiety. The feel of his lips on her skin was electrifying, each kiss sending waves of sensation she never felt before.

Bucky’s hands, still careful and tender, caressed her back, drawing her closer to him. Her breath hitched as he kissed the valley of her breasts; soft gasps escaping her lips as Bucky begins to lick and sucked on her delicate skin; likely trying to mark his claim on her. 

Every touch and little kisses he left sent shivers straight to her already dripping core. And by the time his lips grazed her nipple, her body jerked forward; in response, unintentionally dragging her aching pussy against his thick thigh.

His lips latched around her right nipples as he licks and sucks the hardening skin; lapping at it as if he was feeding from her. The sensation was overwhelming, yet she found herself leaning into his touch, her body responding to his gentle ministrations. The grip on his hair grew tighter as the strings of moans poured out her lips.

Bucky’s large hands find their place on her hips, guiding her to gently rut on his thigh. Trusting him, she followed his lead as he continue to grind her clit through the thin fabric she was wearing; introducing the sweet friction in on her core. Bucky pulled back slightly to look into her eyes, his expression filled with a mixture of subtle affection and desire. “You’re doing wonderfully, my dear. Can feel your pussy leaking on me. Do you feel good?” he murmured as he dipped back to kiss her neck.

Oh, he was filthy with his choice of words but surprisingly she was not mad about it. In fact she didn’t even notice the whimpers purring in her throat upon hearing those sinful words.

It was as if Bucky recognized that needy sound she made; it caused a smile to spread on his lips. She can feel it grow against the skin in between her breasts, “My my, is my sweet wife feeling needy right now?” he teased playfully as he effortlessly lifted her up and laid her down on their bed. 

Placing himself in between her soft thighs, his lustful gaze trained on her naked body; he admired the marks he has left on her breasts, the wet patch on the flimsy fabric covering her cunt, and the way her breath shuddered when he teasingly grind his harden cock against her.

Y/N can feel the contrast of his hands on her thigh, one warm, one cold. Her eyes drew her attention from his hands to his gorgeous face. Oh, the pure unfiltered lust in his eyes was pulling her in so effortlessly; seducing her to submit her body and soul to him completely. Shying away from his stare, she dragged her view down to his chiselled jaw, his broad chest then slowly to his beautiful abs. 

She admired his body as much as he did of hers.

But what was more prominent out of all, was the way she could feel his erection throbbing against her heat. Blood went rushing towards her face when Bucky guided her hips against the confinement of his cock, which in response; causing her hands naturally found their way to cover her face in embarrassment.

A deep chuckle bubbled from Bucky’s throat; he found her reaction to be absolutely endearing. He leaned down towards her, one hand holding himself up and another tenderly pulling her hands away, then drawing it close to his chest, right against his beating heart. 

Having nowhere to run, Y/N’s teary eyes drowned in his ocean blues, “Don’t hide from me, dearest.” He peppered a delicate kiss on her forehead, then on her nose, then on her cheek. She could feel the prickly sensation of his beard grazing on her skin. It was ticklish and a little bit painful and yet weirdly enough, it felt good that it naturally made her want to nuzzle it more.

But before she could, Bucky’s lips were already making their way down to her stomach. Her body responds to how soft his lips trailing down; and further down until she could feel them on her clothed core. A surprised yelp fell from her lips as he tore the last piece of clothing from her.

“Now, hands away from your face, my dear. I want to see that beautiful eyes of yours when I eat your sweet pussy.” his voice was honeyed when he made himself comfortable in between her thighs. His hands reached upwards to intertwine both of her hands with his own; acting as a restraint to restrict her from covering her face.

Y/N almost sat up upon hearing his words, “Eat what now?”, the question she had in mind was unable to be vocalised; due to her confusion. Prior to marriage, she had learned about sex and its purpose in her marital studies. Unbeknownst to her, the knowledge she had was few and limited for academic purposes only. Which means there were only the few illustrations of penetration depicted in books and the process of how children are bred as a result of it.

So what does he mean when he said those words? While she was still lost and confused, Bucky on the other hand was in his own world; completely and utterly transfixed on the glistening need of her cunt. She was dripping wet; the juices covering her slits perfectly; her scent was intoxicating and if it weren’t for the fact that this is her first time, Bucky would’ve ate her like a man starved of touch. But, he can’t do that. Not tonight. He wanted to be gentle; to cherish her, to love on her.

Seeing the darkened clouds in his eyes as he stared at her private, Y/N braved herself to ask, “What are you– ohh hmmm” her sentence ended up transforming into a toe curling moan as she felt Bucky’s wet tongue flattened across her weeping core. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he dragged her clit into his mouth and sucked. He strummed her clit with his tongue, causing her to arch her back and he took the opportunity to push his face further into her cunt; licking and sucking quite the literal soul out her.

It felt amazing but her self-consciousness won the battle in her head, she let out a whimpering plea, “Buc--bucky st-stop. That’s dirty.” as she gripped on his hands, trying to escape from his grip. Bucky growled against her in response to her futile protest. The sweet vibration only caused her pleasure all over her fluttering core. 

When Bucky pulled away for a moment; it caused her to feel a sense of loss. “It’s not dirty, my dear. In fact, it’s so sweet.” His lips moved to kiss on her inner thigh, murmuring against her skin as he left yet more of his marks on her, “So fucking sweet.” He releases his right hand from hers, just to rub his thumb on her clit, slowly dragging it in between her slit; smearing her wetness all around her throbbing bundle of nerves. Her thighs trembled to the sensation of his rough movement of his thumb and a string of shaky mewls fell out of her.

“But..” she tried to protest but immediately stopped when Bucky brought his soaked thumb to her mouth. Her lips were wet from how he gently smeared the juices on her, “Taste yourself.” He lured her softly. Hesitation glints in her eyes as her cheeks redden. Bucky’s eyes grew tender at her watery ones, he whispered lowly, “Sweetheart, do you trust me?” 

She does; but she does not trust her own voice to not come out sounding like a needy moan, so she simply nodded. Bucky’s pink lips spread into a smile, “Good girl. Now, open up.” he coaxed lovingly.

Y/N opened her mouth as she was told and let Bucky slip his thumb inside; he was not shy to smother her juices across her tongue, coaxing her to suck on it. To get a taste of what he was having. “It’s sweet”, she thought to herself. A muffled moan purred in her throat at the thought of her husband enjoying the taste of her.

Bucky smirk grew at her reaction, “Tastes good huh, sweetheart?” he pulled his thumb away, leaving her nodding to his question. “Now are you going to let me enjoy your pussy?” his brow quirked when he tilted his head to the side. How can she deny him now? Her eyes glazed with need as she replied,  “Yes, please”.

Her mouth falls open in anticipation as a low moan creeps up her throat. Bucky’s tongue slips past her folds, she watched him between her legs, savouring her pussy with his unfiltered groans vibrating against her sensitive spot. Breathless moans and incoherent pleads fall from her mouth as the soft and firm tip of his tongue circled her swollen pearl and flicked it. Bucky’s hands went to her hips, guiding it in time with her own movements, giving her partial control to set the pace.

“Buckyyyy.” She gasped as she alternated between wanting to push his head away or keep him in place. Meanwhile, the man in between her thighs had lost himself; consumed by pure desire the more he drank from her cunt. His tongue moved faster against her clit when he noticed the beat of her throbbing cunt increased. She was going to come. He was sure of it.

The way that she was practically creaming on his tongue drove him near feral. He kept lapping at her juices as if it was the sweetest honey he ever tasted; fuck he even sucked her clit in hopes to force out more of her nectar to leak; then he’d lap on it again. 

The sweet cycle had pushed Y/N over the edge, her eyes rolling back as pleasure and her hips slightly lifted as pleasure surges through her veins.“Oh oh Bucky please please.” She didn’t what she was begging for as she chanted his name. “I’m gonna, ‘m gonna–“ her words died as she squealed; her body trembling in pleasure. 

His tongue moved faster against her clit; her cum was dripping out of her; coating his beard but his frantic licks didn’t stop even when she continue to gush on his tongue. 

“Bucky please, sensitive..” It was too much; her orgasm, her swollen clit, his tongue. Everything. 

Unfortunately for her, Bucky was far gone to stop now. He had the taste of her cum, now he wants nothing more than to have it again. Despite her protest, Bucky held her hip down, interlocking his hands across her stomach to keep her in place and continue to lick and suck on her overstimulated cunt.

Her whiny pleas didn’t come across as a sign for him to stop; instead it kept him going causing him to bury his face further in between her legs. His cock continued to throb in his pants, probably leaking with so much pre-cum and in need of some sort of relief but he ignored it. He wants nothing more than for Y/N to cum on his tongue again.

And that is exactly what happened next.

The moment she fell over the edge, Bucky pushed her even harder against him as her whole body spasmed. He maintained his pace on lapping up at her all throughout her high as her hands went from his hair to the headboard, trying to hold her limp body upright. Y/N took a moment to gather herself together, panting heavily as she regained their senses; while Bucky was swift to pull his pants off and throw it to the side.

He grabbed on her hips, holding her firmly in place as his heavy leaking cock nestled between her aching pussy. “Are you sure about this, my dear?” his hot breath fanning against her neck as he gently ruts into her heat. Even though Bucky can see the darken lust in her eyes, he still wanted to make sure that she was sure of her decision.

Y/N’s heart swelled at his concern, and she found herself smiling, a genuine smile that reflected the warmth she felt inside. She pulled him closer and kissed him, pouring all her newfound trust and affection into the kiss. “Yes, Bucky. I am very sure. ”

Bucky quickly responded with equal passion, his tongue slipped in between her lips; exploring the warmness of her mouth, the softness of her tongue. Their muffled moans filled the silenced room, his hands moved to caress her sides, drawing her even closer before breaking away from the heated kiss.

Resting his forehead on hers, his eyes trained on her beautiful face; not wanting to miss his chance to witness the pleasure contorting on her expression. He nudges her clit first, rubbing it slow and sensual before trailing down to her entrance. Gradually, he inches closer, he pushes in and through the tightness of her sacred channel.

Delving impossibly deep, her tightness wrapped around his thick cock until the tip of him reached the deepest parts of her. The sudden feeling of fullness on her untainted pussy caused her to experience both pain and the delightful sensation inside her. The ecstasy of being so knitly connected to each other caused both of them to simultaneously let out moans and groans of raw pleasure.

Bucky waited for her to adjust to his size; leaning down to pamper her with the softest kisses and praises that tears started to swell in her eyes. It was as if Bucky knew exactly what she wanted to hear, how she wanted to be treated and what makes her feel good.

“You’re doing so good, my dear.”

“Look at how perfect your pussy’s taking my cock. So perfect.”

“Made for me aren’t you, sweetheart?. Made to be loved by me, made to be stuffed full of my cock.”

“I promise you’ll be safe with me, Y/N. Always.”

When Y/N finally gave him the permission to move, Bucky kissed her pouty lips and murmured sweetly, “Thank you, my dear.” His hands travelled to find her ankle; which he then gently prop her calf over his broad shoulder. He started pumping in and out slowly, letting her get used to the friction. 

Bucky couldn’t help but to groan out to the feeling of her wet hole gripping his cock ever-so-tightly. It was slippery and dripping, that he almost completely slid out of her. Gripping her closer he continue ramming himself back in, deeper, harder; sliding in and out of her at an even pace. Each force of his cock causing her body to jerk in ecstasy; hitting that good spot in her so perfectly.

“S-shit, sweetheart,” he moans deep and heavy as he felt her pussy tightening around him. His metal hand slid in between them and his thumb hones in on her clit. The coldness of his finger made her jolt at first but when he proceeded to rub and pinch on it, everything suddenly started to feel too intense; so incredibly good.

With his fingers assaulting her clit, each thrust of his cock and every deep guttural moan and groan coming from Bucky, she felt her release was growing closer. Bucky also started thrusting faster and harder; he knew he was about to come. Especially when he can feel how much pre-cum has been leaking inside her.

He leaned and rested his forehead on hers, his needy ruts became more and more irregular when her pretty doe eyes looked up at him, “Cum for me, my dear.” his lips brushed against Y/N’s as he coaxed her to her sweet release. His thrusts got harsher and deeper and the friction of his metal finger working on her clit got her cunt to frantically tremble around him, “I wanna feel you milk my cock, sweetheart. Then, I’m gonna my pump cum inside you until you’re leaking.”

Although his words were debauched to no end, however Y/N could sense his genuine affection for her. She felt his sincerity in the way he looked at her, in the way he held her, in the silenced gaze they shared. Overwhelmed with pleasure, her nails dragged across Bucky’s back as she moaned and screamed out his name; letting the high took over her body.

“Fuck,, sweetheart. I’m gonna cum!” groaned as he took in the sound of her pleasured mewls. He ruthlessly grinds into her, savouring the feeling of her cunt tightened around him. With one last rut, he thrust his cock, balls deep inside and let his warm white strings filling her up to the brim. His cock twitches in her fluttering cunt, his legs tensing with every small grind he makes, groaning lowly at her as he bites down on her shoulder, almost drooling on her as he emptied himself completely into her.

Y/N continued to let out strings of soft moans as he pulled out from her leaking cunt; all swollen and sensitive. While she thought she could finally catch some breaths, she didn’t notice the way Bucky was biting on his lip at the sight of his cum dripping out of her, or how his hands lazily tugging on his now hardened cock.

“Dearest?” Bucky hovered above her as he cradled her by her flushed cheeks. She smiled sweetly as she leaned to his touch, “Yes, Bucky?”, she was anticipating him to utter more of those soft words and praises to her; but instead his lips curled into a devilish grin when he slid his cock back into her, immediately pulling a long sinful mewl of his name from her. Bucky hummed approvingly in response; he gently brushed his lips against hers, “May I fill you up again?”

As the morning sun streamed through the windows, Y/N slowly stirred awake. She reached out, instinctively searching for the warmth of her husband beside her, but found the space empty. A pang of loneliness touched her heart, but it was quickly replaced by curiosity when she saw a bouquet of bluebells, her favourite flower, placed delicately on the bedside table.

Next to the bouquet was a note. With a small smile, she picked it up and began to read.

"My Dearest Y/N,

I hate to leave you alone this morning, but I must ensure our journey home is smooth and safe. I trust you slept well, and I promise to return to your side as soon as I can.

Yours always,

Bucky"

The words written on the note were filled with sincerity and reassurance that made her heart flutter. She smiled, a blush creeping across her cheeks as she wondered how he knew bluebells were her favourite.

Just as she was lost in thought, the door opened, and the palace’s maids entered the room. Their faces were a mixture of curiosity and impatience, clearly expecting to see a frightened and bruised young bride.

However, when they saw Y/N's skin, they temporarily froze in their spots. Her skin was indeed bruised, but each one of them recognized the marks for what they were: love marks, not signs of harsh abuse that they were expecting. The traces of Bucky's possessive love were prominent all over her neck, chest, and inner thighs, leaving Y/N blushing as the maids, too, found themselves flushed with embarrassment.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise,” one of the older maids muttered under her breath, her tone laced with irritation. Another maid, with a more condescending sneer, huffed. “Looks like we lost the bet, ladies. Who would have thought the beast could be so... tender?”

Y/N’s cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and pride. She could feel their resentful glances and knew they were not pleased with the outcome. The marks on her body were a testament to the affection and desire Bucky had shown her, and despite the initial fear, she now wore them as symbols of the unexpected bond they had begun to forge.

The head maid, who had been the most vocal the night before, now seemed to handle her with an edge of bitterness. The other maids, who had been so quick to judge, were now silent, their eyes wide with resentment.One of the younger maids, braver than the rest, couldn’t hide her frustration. “Well, my lady, I suppose you’re alright, then?” she asked, her voice barely masking her disappointment.

Y/N looked at her, considering the appropriate response. If it was up to her, she ought to punish every single one of them for not knowing their place. Unfortunately, they were not her maids to begin with, but the palace's staff. Otherwise, she would likely fire each one of them. 

The memory of Bucky’s affection and care filled her heart, leaving no room for anger or resentment. The warmth of his embrace and the gentle way he had treated her made the maids' behaviour seem petty and insignificant.

She could still feel the lingering touch of his lips on her skin, the way his hands had caressed her so delicately, and the sound of his reassuring voice. Her body was still tingling with the remnants of the previous night's intimacy. Her skin bore the marks of his love, not of brutality, and each bruise was a testament to the passion they had shared. It was completely different to the vile expectations of the maids.

A small smile playing on her lips despite the blush that still coloured her cheeks. "Yes," she said softly, "I am quite alright."

The maids exchanged annoyed glances, their expressions a mix of frustration and disbelief. Their muttered disappointments were tuned out as Y/N focused on the lingering warmth from the night before.

She couldn't hear a single thing except her heart beating to the thought of her husband. She missed him already. Who would’ve thought she’d be swooning for him so soon?

She found herself yearning for his presence, the comfort of his touch, and the sound of his reassuring voice. The memory of his gentle kiss and tender words lingered in her mind yet again, making her heart flutter.

As the maids continued their work, Y/N hoped they would at least perform their duties well enough to cover up for their childish behaviour. She wanted to be ready to see Bucky, to greet him with the same warmth and affection he had shown her. Despite their rudeness, she resolved to focus on the positive, cherishing the newfound bond with her husband.

Bucky stood at the head of the table, his stern expression and commanding presence filling the room. He was reviewing the logistics of their journey home, his voice cold and decisive as he issued instructions to his knights. His trusted knight, Sam, was detailing the possible hotspots for bandits they might encounter along the way.

"We'll likely face trouble here," Sam said, pointing to a spot on the map. "We should send some of our best men ahead to clear the path."

"Agreed," Bucky responded, his tone unyielding. "Deploy the knights in advance. Ensure the path is secure before we proceed."

Sam nodded and continued outlining the plan. He paused, expecting Bucky to reconfirm, but noticed a change in his leader's face. The harsh lines softened, his eyes filled with a tender warmth, as he stared intently at something across the room. Before Sam could look or utter a word, Bucky turned and walked away with determination.

Sam followed Bucky's gaze and understood immediately. "Ah, that's why," he muttered to himself as he watched Bucky approach Y/N. The change in Bucky’s demeanour was striking. He moved with a grace and warmth that was at odds with his usual stern and imposing presence.

Bucky’s eyes softened as he took in the sight of Y/N. He admired her beauty with a gaze filled with awe and adoration. The way he looked at her was as if he was seeing a vision he had longed for, a rare and precious gem that had finally come into his life.

As he extended his hand toward her, a gesture usually seen as etiquette but now entirely with different meaning, especially with the hearts bursting our of his blue eyes. Y/N’s face lighting up with a shy smile, took his hand; almost too eagerly. Bucky's fingers closed gently around hers, his touch tender and reassuring. The contrast between his usual, fearsome reputation and the gentle way he interacted with her was profound, making it clear that his feelings for Y/N were deeply genuine.

Bucky kissed the back of her hand, his lips softly caressing her knuckles. "My dear," he greeted her, using the endearment he had chosen when they first met at the altar. 

The scene seemed like it was pulled raw from a romance novel that the surrounding staff and knights simply watched in shock and awe. "Did he just..." one knight whispered, eyes wide. "Called her 'my dear'?" another finished, equally stunned.

Sam, who had witnessed firsthand the monstrous side of Bucky in war, found himself in a state of utter disbelief, jaw dropped loose. He had seen Bucky’s sword painted blood-red, his face splattered with the gore of countless enemies. The Winter Soldier was a force of nature on the battlefield, his brutal efficiency leaving a trail of carnage in his wake. Sam recalled the sight of Bucky’s cold, unyielding eyes as he cut through foes without hesitation, his armor and weaponry gleaming with the blood of those who dared oppose him.

And yet, here he was, the same man who had struck terror into the hearts of many, now standing before Y/N with a tenderness that seemed unimaginable. Sam could hardly believe his eyes. The disparity was pronounced and bewildering. Bucky’s expression was soft, his movements gentle as he held Y/N’s hand in his.

“I’ve missed you,” Y/N said softly, her eyes shining with affection. She truly did, it would be a lie that she didn’t felt the ache in her heart when she woke up alone that morning. The emptiness beside her had felt profound. The bed still carried his scent, a lingering warmth that whispered of his recent presence. Even though the separation had been brief, as evidenced by the thoughtful note and the bouquet of her favourite flowers he had left behind, the loneliness she felt was palpable. His absence, however fleeting, had created a void that left her feeling incomplete.

Bucky’s heart seemed to burst with emotion. He couldn't care less about the gawking staff surrounding them as he pulled her close and kissed her deeply. She initially froze, caught off guard and embarrassed, but soon melted into his kiss with a blossoming confidence.

As their lips met, memories of their tender and passionate night together surged through Bucky's mind. The way she moan his name, the taste of her cum, the tightness of her pussy gripping on his cock, the way his cum leaked out of her, every single sinful scene replayed in head; infinitely. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and he found himself nearly losing control. Reluctantly, he pulled back from the kiss, his breath uneven and his gaze filled with an unspoken hunger.

"God, what should I do with you, hmm, sweetheart?" Bucky whispered, his voice laced with seduction as he continued to place gentle kisses along her cheeks and jaw. His lips brushed softly against her skin, whispering how much he had missed her and expressing a wistful desire to stay wrapped in the warmth of their shared bed just a little longer.

Y/N’s soft giggle rang out as she felt the roughness of his stubble against her delicate skin. The sound was like music to Bucky's ears, brightening his mood and filling him with a profound sense of joy. Despite the joyful exchange, he reluctantly ended the sweet torment, his kisses lingering just a moment longer before he pulled away.

“We should be ready to begin our journey shortly,” Bucky said, his tone shifting to a more practical note when e turned to Sam, who had approached during their moment of intimacy.

“Y/N, this is Sam Wilson, he is one of my trusted knights.” Bucky introduced, his gaze shifting to his wife. Sam gave a respectful nod to Y/N, a hint of surprise still evident in his expression from witnessing Bucky's affectionate display. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady Y/N.”

Y/N smiled warmly at Sam, appreciating the introduction. “The pleasure is mine, Sir Wilson.”

Sam, sensing that the formality was unnecessary given their imminent interactions, decided to ease the situation. “Just Sam, my lady,” he said with a friendly tone. Y/N repeated his name with a touch of amusement. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Sam.”

Bucky, observing the growing camaraderie between his wife and his trusted knight, couldn’t help but feel a twinge of protectiveness. The easy familiarity between them seemed a bit too casual for his liking. His eyes narrowed slightly as he gave Sam a warning look. “Watch it, Wilson.”

Sam, not missing a beat, chuckled at Bucky’s protective demeanour. “What’s the matter, my lord? Can’t handle a bit of friendly conversation?”

Y/N, noticing the playful tension and Bucky’s slight irritation, couldn’t help but laugh. The contrast between Bucky’s usually soft demeanour that Y/N had witnessed and his current protective stance were both endearing and amusing. Her laughter lightened the mood, making Sam’s teasing even more enjoyable.

Bucky's stern gaze softened as he watched Y/N’s laughter, though his protective instinct remained palpable. Steering the conversion back to the preparations, he allowed a faint smile to tug at the corners of his mouth despite his earlier warning.

“I trust you can escort my wife to the carriage,” Bucky said, his voice serious but tinged with a hint of a smile. “However, I expect you to maintain proper distance and adhere to these additional guidelines.” He paused, ensuring his words were clear. “No unnecessary physical contact or overly familiar behaviour. And if you could, avoid any casual conversations that might be misinterpreted.”

Sam looked at Bucky in disbelief, shaking his head with a bemused expression. “Seriously, Barnes? You’re laying down rules for me to keep my distance from your wife now?”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed playfully. “Consider it a precaution. I’d rather not have any misunderstandings.” Sam chuckled, rolling his eyes as he complied. “Understood. I’ll make sure to follow your... guidelines.”

Y/N watched the exchange with amusement, her earlier shyness melting away into a warm appreciation for Bucky’s protectiveness. The scene, tinged with a touch of comedy, only deepened the connection between them.

Bucky, intent on making a point to Sam while expressing his affection, pulled Y/N close and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. The gesture was both intimate and deliberate, a subtle yet clear indication to Sam that she belongs to Bucky. “I’ll join you shortly, my dear,” Bucky said softly, his voice filled with warmth as he gazed into her eyes.

Sam, unimpressed by Bucky’s display, rolled his eyes at the seemingly childish antics. “This way, my lady,” he said with a hint of impatience. Y/N nodded in agreement but paused before turning her back on Bucky. With a loving smile, she whispered, “I’ll see you later,” before following Sam.

Bucky watched as Sam guided Y/N away, his gaze lingered with a mix of affection and something much deeper; an unspoken sadness. As their silhouettes walked further and further away from his sight, a sombre glaze settled over his eyes.

Beneath the surface of his composed exterior, his heart ached; the was a silent reflection of a pain he had hidden deep within his heart. It was a lingering sorrow that had shadowed him ever since he stood at the altar, the weight of unvoiced grief clinging to him as he gazed at his future bride.

Part II >>

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A/N: Wondering why he was in the feels at the end? We’ll know it soon enough. I’ll see you in the next parts! Thank you for reading!

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My idea for a potential DEATH BATTLE! #10

2024 jun 22, 25

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Tenya Iida vs. A-Train (My Hero Academia vs. The Boys)

Battle of the superhuman society speedsters!

THUMBNAIL

FIGHTER 1: Tenya Iida, the next Turbo Hero Ingenium.

FIGHTER 2: A-Train, the Seven’s speedy Supe.

Wiz: Time waits for no man, and society maintains a perpetual state of rush hour. There’s always someone to save, something to do.

*insert clips of Sonic X’s “Gotta Go Fast” and its cop chase scene from Episode 1, Barry Allen and Wally West, Formula 1 Racing or NASCAR, Pixar’s Lightning McQueen, and Dreamworks’ Turbo*

Boomstick: These two superheroes are always living life in the fast lane, but whose drive will let them survive this Death Race? He's Wiz and I'm Boomstick.

Wiz: And it's our job to analyze their weapons, armor, and skills to find out who would win... a Death Battle.

PREFACE (What to know): 

I’ll be looking primarily at the Amazon show rather than the comics and using the Garth Ennis comics as secondary sources. For Iida, I’ll be focusing more on the manga. Also, as much as I want to focus on character interaction, because holy cow, the potential for it is palpable with these two, I don’t know how much of it I can fit. You’ll see why soon.

WHY: 

Connections (What do they have in common):

1. Both are speedsters in superhuman societies with blue and gray coloring, and use eyewear (Iida’s glasses, A-Train’s goggles). Their naming is also themed after engines, Iida’s hero epithet the Turbo Hero Ingenium and A-Train is named after a train.

2. Both form/formed part of respected and/or renowned superhero associations (UA High School for Iida, Vought Corporation and The Seven for A-Train).

3. Both have older brothers who helped improve their speedster skills that introduced them to self-harming methods for improving their speeds (Iida rips out the mufflers in his quads and A-Train overuses Compound V and increases the risk of cardiac arrest severely) that also end up crippled and unable to walk again, provoking both to attempt revenge kills that nearly costed them their lives.

4. Said revenge drove them to their lowest points and marked turning points in who they were not just as heroes, but as people. Iida began to be more protective of his friends, culminating in him and the rest of Class 1-A saving Deku from himself. Iida even told Deku that the essence of heroism is meddling when you don’t need to, which was what Deku said when saving Iida from Stain. A-Train killed Blue Hawk in a time when he was beginning to feel genuine remorse for his murders and collateral damage. He went to Hughie and genuinely apologized for killing Robin, and he feels that life sucks because Nate hates him now.

5. Both take up the role of a previous speedster hero. Iida takes up the role of the aforementioned Tensei Iida who was the previous Ingenium, and A-Train fills the spot in The Seven left by Mister Marathon.

Personal reasons (Why I want this battle/like this MU): 

My Hero Academia vs. The Boys. UA High School vs. Vought Corporation. Student of Heroics vs “Hero”. Quirk vs. Compound V. Speed vs. Speed. In general, I love the idea of MHA vs. The Boys and how they portray the idea of the superhuman society and the incredible crossover potential. Imagine a story that takes place in a world where both Vought and UA exist. Are The Seven heroes of world renown like All Might? How would the world of Quirks react to the idea of a chemical that can give individual superpowers? How would Deku, our initially quirkless protagonist, react knowing that maybe could have avoided so much childhood trauma and other very disgusting things if he had that chemical? Would Endeavor have abused it when attempting to becoming #1 or when training Dabi and Shoto? Would All For One have tried to gain a monopoly on the substance or go against it? Would he order Dr. Garaki to replicate it? What about Hero Killer Stain’s reaction to Compound V and the super commercialized Supes brought to us by Vought? Would he just go on a bloody crusade or join The Boys? Would Billy Butcher accept Stain or just think of him as a lunatic? What about Overhaul’s reaction to a compound that does the opposite of his quirk killer bullets? So much stuff to write fanfiction about. 

What I like about this matchup specifically is how contrasting the two are as people: 

Iida is upstanding and upright. He wants to look after his friends after his attempt at revenge and live up to his family’s legacy of generational heroism. A-Train wasn’t born with his powers, rather he takes what is essentially a needle drug to give him powers, and wants to be the fastest. To quote The Boys Fandom, “He'll do whatever it takes to remain in The Seven, because he knows it's only a matter of time until a younger, faster challenger takes his place — and that's a problem even the fastest man in the world can't outrun.” Will Iida be that new and young challenger despite not being a candidate for The Seven? Would A-Train get Shockwave flashbacks? Would Iida try to be like Deku and attempt to understand what led A-Train to the point he currently is? Would he be empathetic to wanting to exact revenge against someone who crippled a dear older brother? I think Iida would be empathetic, but disappointed that A-Train chose to turn his life around only because of the consequences that affected him. A-Train is a cautionary tale to Iida and should remind him of Stain’s values, and Iida could be A-Train’s saving light. A-Train may not be a total monster, but he is still more monster than human.

THE FIGHT:

Art and animation: 

MHA has, as of me writing this, appeared three times in DB! and only one was animated in 3D, and when DB! did their Seven Battle Royale, all characters that participated, including A-Train, were in 2D pixels. It’s most likely a 2D fight. Maybe we can get some well-placed hand-drawn bits and pieces like Mob vs. Tatsumaki to emphasize some of the cooler moments.

Possible setup: 

At a hero convention held in Dagobah National Stadium done as a collaboration between UA High School and Vought International. We see Deku fanboying over the superheroes present and Hawks talking to some Supes and Vought executives. The stadium is full of cheering fans, looking onto a racing circuit. There are also lots of cameras streaming the event onto the world wide web.

From all around the stadium we hear, “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to the UA Vought Convention! Our first event is the Charity Race! Get ready for the supersonic action between our speed icons, UA’s Ingenium and The Seven’s A-Train!”

We cut to our heroes at the starting line, stretching and warming up. Once done, Ingenium outstretched his right hand, “May the better speedster win!”

“Oh, I plan to. You’ll be eating my dust soon.” A-Train doesn’t even turn to face Iida and leaves him hanging. As A-Train gets into running position, Ingenium is taken aback by his fellow hero’s rudeness. However, there is a race that is about to go underway, so Ingenium puts on his helmet and gets into running position as well.

A-Trian isn’t worried, this kid isn’t Shockwave. He had made sure to take a little extra Compound V just in case, though. He’ll win this one for Nate. 

“Gentlemen! Start your engines!” A man a safe distance from the two is wearing a lot of safety gear and padding. He holds up a gun, and Iida’s engines are revving.

There is a gunshot and both are off at sonic speeds. Unfortunately, in this hero society, there were a lot of rabid fans that were dying to get up close to see their idols in action. Let’s just say that one of those fans was about to have their wish granted. A spectator had fallen onto the race track, right in front of the racers. Ingenium notices and slows down.

“Look out!”, but A-Train just splatters the person into pieces like he did Robin and continues running. Ingenium, now angry, goes after his fellow speedster.

“Stop! You have just killed a civilian!”

“Shut up! I will win! I can’t stop for anything! I’m the fastest man in the world!” Maybe taking that little extra V juice was a bad idea. 

Iida catches up and attempts a kick. A-Train notices and meets Ingenium’s kick with a punch of his own. He’s really hoping Hughie wasn’t watching.

FIGHT! :

1. The bloody murder had caused shrieks and panicking among the fans. The announcer was doing his damndest to calm everyone down. “Everyone, please do not panic! Exit the stadium in orderly fashion!” Ingenium and A-Train’s hits meet and they keep running, but Ingenium attempts another kick, resulting in A-Train grabbing his leg and throwing him into a wall and grants A-Train the lead in the now futile charity race. As A-Train completes a lap, Ingenium times his next attack, and successfully tackles A-Train and attempts to apprehend him, but A-Train escapes the stadium and Ingenium follows.

2. The fight has now broken onto the streets outside. A-Train is causing some more deaths, and Ingenium is staying behind to make sure that the collateral is reduced. Ingenium tackles A-Train once again, but they stumble. They land on a river and then continue their chase running on the river. 

3. They get off the river and into traffic, sending pieces of trash and paper flying. We get a perspective of A-Train’s point of view from his season 1 fight against Starlight (when everything looked to be moving in slow motion), running at Ingenium and decking him squarely in the helmet, cracking it a lot. This sends Ingenium crashing into a building. People are fleeing and screaming out of fear. Before A-Train can get run and another hit in, Ingenium’s engines start to flare up, and A-Train is suddenly hit in the gut. Ingenium had used Engine Boost, and having punched A-Train hard, attempts to subdue him while he has the advantage.

4. A-Train does not give Ingenium the chance, pushing back and kneeing Ingenium in the gut. A-Train and Ingenium then run onto a subway track. As they continue trying to punch and kick the other, they dodge oncoming trains as well. Unfortunately for Ingenium, this gives A-Train the chance to grab him again by the leg, and A-Train attempts to kill Ingenium like he did Blue Hawk, and wears down Ingenium’s armor. Unfortunately for A-Train, however, Ingenium is neither Shockwave or Blue Hawk. Ingenium activates Recipro Burst, and his engines burn up A-Train’s hand. Ingenium gets up and produce a strong collision between that sends them flying out of the subway tunnel and back onto the streets.

5. Ingenium attempts to quickly subdue A-Train, but he can’t. Recipro Turbo has now worn off, and A-Train gets Ingenium on his knees, and repeatedly slams Ingenium’s head against the pavement. “This wasn’t supposed to happen! I was supposed to win, to prove to everyone that I was above that f*cking racist Blue Hawk! I was supposed to get my brother back on my side with this race! I barely patched things up with  But YOU came along and F*CKED IT ALL UP FOR ME!” Iida is having a hard time listening to A-Train since his head is about to suffer a concussion, but… Is he feeling… Sympathy? He wants to earn his brother’s love again? “Now you’re going to suffer like your slow-ass brother before you…!” 

6. No one insults Tensei Iida, because no one knows Tensei Iida like Tenya Iida. Now furious, Ingenium elbows A-Train and punches him hard and both struggle to stand. Ingenium finds some ice and applies it to his legs, and he feels a lot of relief. “My brother was a hero! He risked his own life to protect the lives of others! He… He paid for it so hard… But you! You blame me for the consequences of your actions!” A-Train is now royally ticked off, and injects more Compound V into his legs, and Ingenium tries to intervene. “You take drugs?! You dare think of yourself as a hero?!” It wasn’t Trigger, Iida thought, but that’s for later. A-Train had jacked up his speed more, and punches Ingenium again before he could get closer. They start to run again. Iida quickly gathers some ice to cool himself off, and with Recipro Extend, Iida is off. However, he is still too slow, and A-Train starts to really lay it into him and he can’t see him coming. “Give up, kid!” Compound V has now made A-Train even faster than he was before, and Ingenium is getting hit from all angles, but Ingenium activates Recipro Turbo and successfully catches A-Train. They try to run, and while they can get good hits in, A-Train is even able to fully break Ingenium’s helmet, both are effectively near their limits, but they can’t stop. 

7. A-Train tried to strike Ingenium in the leg, but it was a grave mistake, as the hot engine severely hurts A-Train’s leg. It wasn’t completely for nothing, as A-Train even damaged one Ingenium’s mufflers. Both are sent tumbling to an empty main street with considerable distance from each other. Ingenium crashes into a train, severely denting its side and A-Train is sent into a train station. 

8. Now, it’s all or nothing. “I will beat you. I… Will win… Because I AM THE FASTEST MAN IN THE WORLD!” A-Train gets up and gets ready. Across from him is Ingenium. “You may be fast… But I can’t give up! A hero never gives up! My brother didn’t, and my friends didn't give up! I will do what they all did…! I have to go BEYOND!” Both are ready to fight. A-Train tries to inject some more Compound V. F*ck, this he is going to pay. Iida starts to overtax his thrusters. He’s been storing some energy, and he’s ready to unleash it. A-Train runs so fast that the pavement starts to crack with every step, and Iida unleashes his Maximum Speed, and shouts “PLUS ULTRAAA!” Their speed is so great that the glass in all buildings nearby shatters, and the pavement is left dust. 

9. Iida wins by A-Train succumbing to a heart attack. Ingenium is able to kick A-Train first and sends him back into the train station. A-Train had already abused Compound V, and with him overexerting himself, he feels his chest hurt and simply doesn’t get up. Iida crawls and limps his way. “I’m sorry… But these are the consequences of your actions.” We then see some ambulances arrive

10. A-Train wins by getting in a killing blow first. A-Train’s chest hurts, but victory is close at hand. As the two speedsters close in on each other, A-Train simply strikes first. He punches Iida into the ground so hard that his head bleeds. “Told you…” We see A-Train panting, and then he runs away as ambulances start to arrive.

11. KO!

RESULT:

Strengths and weaknesses:

Iida:

+ Is generally the more mentally put together and smarter of the two.

+ Has more martial skills than just running fast.

 ≥ At his fastest, Iida could likely move faster than Dark Shadow who could time lightning. This is a HUGE stretch, but Iida, at his fastest, could be faster than A-Train. Iida has only gone faster since then.

- Costume does not really serve as armor as Stain was able to cut through it.

- Iida is left a sitting duck after using Recipro Turbo and Recipro Burst.

A-Train:

+ Better perception. (supposedly)

+ Stronger as he could pull a train (ba dum tss) in Season 1 of The Boys.

+ Even if Iida was faster, A-Train has more consistent showings of his speed.

 ≥ Arguably more durable if he can withstand ramming himself into people so fast they turn into just blood on pavement.

- Overdosing on Compound V is fatal to himself, compared to Recipro Turbo which only momentarily incapacitates Iida (is this still possible with his heart transplant?)

- A precise strike could leave him incapacitated, like when he was hit in the back of the knee when he was trying to intimidate Hughie by kidnapping his dad.

Ending puns:

"A-Train simply couldn’t handle the s-train."

"Iida cer-train-ly met his match today."

MUSIC:

Name: Top Gear

The name makes reference to both characters being speedsters with an engine naming theme. Iida has mentioned that his speed works in gears like a car (Quirk Assessment test), and both have a max speed mode in Recipro Turbo and an overdose of Compound V which would be both of them shifting to their max gear.

Art: The cover shows a vial of Compound V rocketing towards the front via the Engine’s Recipro Turbo with Iida’s glasses and A-Trains goggles flying away. The speed is so much that the vial is cracking under strain. There are blur lines all around the speeding vial.

Sound: 

I want to take inspiration from songs like Michael Jackson’s Speed Demon, Golden Earring’s Radar Love, or Deep Purple’s Highway Star to reflect A-Train’s need for speed, but to stay truer to the characters, I decided to look at songs that represent them.

The song starts off like the first 30 seconds of “QUIRK” DON-PACHI with its robotic sounding intro, like revving engines, ending with a “Ready? Set, GO!” like A-Train’s theme, Faster to kick off the race. The song maintains a fast-paced beat, sounding like Faster but with MHA’s rock/electronic instrumentation. Speed is the name of the game, and so it should be one of the core feelings of this song, like Way Past Flash.

As the fight ends and the killing blow is dealt, the song starts to become Iida’s theme to reflect somberness. The winner may have survived the deadly ordeal, but now they have another burden to bear. 

FINAL THOUGHTS AND WORDS:

The creative juices for this one just FLOWED. I had a lot of fun making this one. Maybe it’s because it’s built on a potentially strong crossover, maybe it’s because I really wanted to put my ideas for character interaction onto text. Maybe because these characters have little in the way of abilities so it was easier to write for them.

Also, not going to lie, I genuinely questioned if A-Train really even had physical weaknesses. His heart transplant fixes the damages from his previous heart, but wouldn’t an overdose or abuse of Compound V still cause a heart attack? I can definitely see him trying to use more of it in order to remain the fastest and especially in the face of someone like Iida, young and fast. I don’t completely understand, and it’s very likely I'm doing something wrong, so if you do understand, let me know. :)

IDEAS THAT I HAD:

1. Starts at a hero convention between UA and Vought because the idea makes a lot of sense for a crossover or a charity race for black communities that got sponsored by Vought because A-Train wants to fix his image.

2. Shockwave flashbacks. Kid is also naive, a pushover.

3. Fight starts with A-Train killing someone like he did Robin, Iida gets disgusted and tries to stop A-Train.

4. Enter a subway tunnel or bullet train track and pass by a train to reference their naming schemes.

5. A-Train insults Tensei, Iida takes offense, and the fight is taken up a notch.

6. A-Train spills on his situation with Nate and his murder of Blue Hawk, Iida is empathetic but must stop A-Train.

7. Iida reacting to A-Train taking Compound V.

8. Recipro Turbo vs. Mudman reference, Blue Hawk murder reference

9. Damaged legs.

10. Plus Ultra Recipro Turbo Vs. Compound V overdose

11. Fights with punches, kicks, and maybe chops.

12. A-Train kills Iida the only way he should: like he killed Robin. However, he feels remorse because now, he killed a kid and his image is absolutely going to tank. 

13. Iida wins by Recipro Burst kick, and deeply apologizes for taking A-Train’s life before he could fully redeem himself. A-Train never got to apologize to his brother.

14. Running on water

15. Turn Dagobah stadium into a thunderdrome, or have a race around the city like in Cars 2.

16. Something involving a spy for future MHA vs. The Boys episodes.

THANK YOU AND I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS!

NEXT TIME…!

Groudon is facing off against its mortal enemy, Kyogre. There may be rain, but the sun is shining. 

Groudon starts to charge a Solar Beam, but then is pulled under and doesn’t fire the Solar Beam, causing the clouds to obscure the sun. Kyogre is also struggling to control the waves as they are going against its command, until a fist made of water deals an uppercut to Kyogre’s face, staggering Kyogre a bit. The fist of water lands meters in front of the Sea Basin Pokémon, and it morphs into Chaos. 

It is a time of crisis, and so Chaos has re-emerged.

There is too much water.

Chaos vs. Kyogre (Sonic the Hedgehog vs. Pokémon)

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I like this idea! To be honest, I remember Brandon Yates making a track for this battle, Compound Engine, and it was a pretty solid track from him. Personally, I HATE the Boys, though I can see the hype around it AND I can also recognize the power they have. A-Train, as I see him, is supposed to garner sympathy as this profession athlete figure who could easily be replaced, but him giving half-felt speeches as an "apology" just writes him off as just another athlete using his fame to get away with ACTUAL murder. Very O.J. of him.

That said, as much as I would love for Iida to inadvertently kill A-Train from his own stupidity by taking Compound V, I think the alternate take in which A-Train murders Iida fits in better with the powerscaling, since Iida isn't really that powerful compared to other speedsters, especially when you include his engine limits.

As for the next fight, might I suggest you look into Brandon Yates other work, Primal Chaos?